hello, Girls～! may i request number 13 for Hisoka or Chrollo? if one of you two kindly do it for me? also 💖🎉congrats on your 100th followers🎉💖
Sweet tooth
Hisoka Morrow x reader
13. “May I kiss you on your cheeks and then on your forehead and on your chin and on the corners of your mouth and then ON your mouth?”
“That was oddly specific but yes, consent is sexy.”
Thank you so much, hun! Now let’s be honest, if you ask me to choose between two characters and one of them is Hisoka, except if the other is Kite, I’m gonna take Hisoka. I’m a s i m p for this clown.
-Yasu
Requested by: @dukinaxael
TW: none, sappy sappy writing. Possibly OOC character but I live for soft!Hisoka. Mediocre writing, 2 out of 5, can do better
Writer: Yasu
Word count: 1055
Him. You don’t quite know when you first met him but you remember that it was a long time ago, long enough that a simple change in his tone, imperceptible to anyone else but you, could give you a wide range of information about his thoughts and his feelings. Him. Him who did not seem to feel and who nevertheless loved you, in his own way, disturbing and strange, but still very much in love. Hisoka doesn’t hole on the past, so you had to change more than once to stay by his side and keep on going forward without looking back. You still remembered and recalled some memories but you kept it in your mind, well hidden.
Hisoka always gave you a hard time, no matter what. You always returned the favor though.
The first time you met him, you both were young. Two little simpletons, a little inexperienced, teenagers who somewhat loved each other but who were tragically separated again and again in a waltz of hastily exchanged paper hearts and hesitant first kisses between a show and another. Miles from what you were now. You didn’t think you would continue sneaking out the circus and hurt your bodies to spend time in each other’s company for this long, nor that this relationship would last after that. Yet there you were, bloody feet still wearing the traces of your past 4AM adventures but arms locked together.
The sun was barely beginning to rise, the rays of sunshine piercing the curtains of the room. The distant birdsong was lulling you tired and you thought about going back to sleep, except your plans always collapsed whenever Hisoka’s arms tightened around your waist in this familiar gesture that dates to far back in your youth.
“Good morning, lovely~”
“Let me sleep,” you groaned. “My eyes still hurt.”
“Should I kiss the pain away?”
“Keep your morning breath to yourself, thank you very much,’ you laughed and he smirked.
It was still early, the city was so quietly asleep, and you had decided to make the most of this slow, lazy morning. It wasn’t until around noon that you and Hisoka gathered enough mental strength to leave the pile of warm blankets and started making breakfast. The sound of your spoon against your cup of coffee echoed against the walls of your kitchen and the arms of the one you loved rested on your shoulders while his lips stole a kiss from you.
He never asked if he could kiss you. For the childish and simple reason that when you two were young, you stole his first kiss without asking, disappearing behing the circus curtains afterwards. It was an everyday type of revenge that amused you and that just never left and you couldn’t help but get a flash of these past moments; a young Hisoka with no makeup on and no rambunctious clothes looking at you like you had just grow a third arm in the middle of your forehead.
“Why did you do that?” had he asked.
At the time, you were too young to know it was because you were enamored with him so you had just shrugged and changed the subject.
“Wanted to see if you taste like bungee gum.” He did. “It’s bad for your health, y’know?”
He still tasted like bungee gum.
Peaceful days like this present one were rare and were getting more and more so. The thought that he could one day get bored of you and be gone forever haunted you and made your body stiff, sad. It's funny what a presence - or absence in this case - can do when you've been used to standing near someone for so many years.
Sitting at the table of your kitchen and Hisoka across from you, you studied him. You did so everyday. He had a new flavor each morning after all. It was funny knowing that your fear was unfounded. If it had been, he probably would have left you long before and maybe you would have forgotten everything about him by then. Although in all honesty, you couldn't picture yourself forgetting him.
For someone who doesn’t hole on the past, Hisoka still had so much of his child persona. Perhaps that’s why you couldn’t help but overlay the images of him at different period of his life on his present self. It made you laugh.
“What’s so funny?” said Hisoka without giving you a glance, his eyes on his phone, reading who knows what.
“I was thinking,” you started, a teasing tone in your voice. “Do you remember when I stole your first kiss?”
It was quick but you felt it. His eyes staring into space for half a second at most before he gives you a big smirk and put his phone down.
“It was with you? Can’t remember, sorry ~ ”
He lied. It was obvious.
“I never asked for your permission at the time. Sorry."
Hisoka stared at you with an amused yet puzzled expression. He was scanning your face and trying to understand why you were saying all of this all right now, completely out of the blue.
“It doesn’t matter anyway, so what’s the big deal,” he tried to brush it off.
You put your cup aside and sprawled out full length on the table until you came facing his eyes.
“But consent is sexy!” you said. You brushed a piece of hair off his face. “Say... can I kiss you on your cheeks and then on your forehead and on your chin and on the corners of your mouth and then ON your mouth? “
Hisoka blinks at you and burst into an uncontrollable laugher, one hand close to his mouth and his head thrown back as you waited for his answer with tender eyes.
“That was oddly specific,” he finally said between two giggles. “But yes.”
So you kissed him. Trailing your lips on his freckles all over his face until you could finally touch his mouth. And as always, his lips tasted of sugar, of festivals and reminiscent of extravagant shows. At this moment, your heart seemed more innocent, as weird as it sounds, as if you were back at the circus with Hisoka but this time, instead of running away in a rush, you could savor the tartness of the candy that was melting on his tongue and the flavor of his skin against yours.
But of course, Hisoka had to ruin the mood by moaning obnoxiously and you just pulled back and starred at him, unimpressed, while he seemed so very satisfied of himself.
Hey-🥺💕 can I get where kurapikas crush welcomes him into her big family? Like her family is BIG. Also the fact the kurapika lost his whole family would make him really emotional🥺🥺💕, thank you!
Ohana means Family
Kurapika x reader
Hi!! Yasu here! Since you didn’t specify what format you wanted (headcanon, drabble, scenario) I decided to go with a short scenario. I inspired myself of my own very big family lmao. I hope that’s okay with you and that you’ll enjoy it nonetheless <3
Requested by: @sawakochankitty
TW: none
Writer: Yasu
Word count: 775
“(Y/N), I don’t know… are you sure you want me to eat with your family tonight? I haven't done this in years and honestly I'm afraid it will go wrong. "
"But why would it go wrong in the first place?" you ask, dumbfounded.
Kurapika gives you a sad smile.
"I bring bad luck."
You took his hand and made him walk faster.
"Whatever you say, baby boy. You are the luckiest thing that happened to me in a long time; fuck your bad luck! ” You weren't going to accept any of his bullshit.
Kurapika felt his heart flutter at your words and sighed, letting you guide him to your family’s house. He was very worried about having dinner with your whole family. He had this horrible feeling of not deserving you and feared that your family, and he knows how much you love your family, would feel the same. Once at the doorstep, you turned to him with a huge smile and ran your hand through his blonde hair to tidy up the few flyaways.
You could see the worry on his features even though he tried to hide it. You pressed your forehead to his and he sighed in relief: your touch could always soothe him in a second.
"Everything will be alright. You are amazing and I adore you so they’ll adore you too,” you say lovingly.
Kurapika smiles, sincerely this time.
“I adore you just as much, if not more, believe me.”
You both acted so much like a couple even though you weren’t officially a thing. You were waiting for Kurapika to be ready to engage in a relationship, as you know about his hard past and how it make him feel uneasy for now to start anything, but you were completely aware of his crush on you and he was aware of yours.
No sooner had you knocked on the door that it swung open and a beautiful mowan rushed to you both.
“(Y/N)! My darling, I missed, missed, missed you! your aunt exclaimed, hugging you tightly and you could only return her loving embrace.
She scanned Kurapika with her eyes and a huge smile lit up her face.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re my darling’s lover, aren’t you?!” She took the hand of a rosy-cheeked Kurapika. “Come home, kid! Are you staying to eat tonight? Of course, you are! We made a feast and the whole family is there; they will love your beautiful face. Come on, don't be shy, everyone is dying to see you! ”
Your aunt led Kurapika into the living room without letting him open his mouth, not even to say hello, while you were closing the door behind you, an amused glim in your eyes. You took all your time to calmly take off your coat and shoes and greet your parents in the kitchen. They seemed to be making cinnamon cookies and it made you very happy.
You finally decided to join Kurapika in the living room and saw him, utterly overwhelmed by the events and the number of people who treated him exactly as if he had always been family. He hadn't even told them his name yet!
“So like that, you go out with our pretty (Y/N)? She got the good tastes from me, look! He's a handsome young man! ” said your grandmother without shame.
“But I see that! And he seem intelligent and polite as well ! ” added your cousins, giggling at your crush's scarlet face.
You watched the scene while leaning against the wall, amused, letting Kurapika burn with embarrassment in the shower of compliments of your relatives.
The evening continued in a joyful and warm atmosphere and you couldn't be more delighted! Kurapika was finally able to speak during dinner and all your family asked him questions about your relationship, about his life and his projects. Of course, he avoided talking about his quest for revenge and the annihilation of his clan, but he spoke openly about his friends and the Hunter exam!
Maybe it was just your imagination, but every now and then, when you lifted your head from your plate to look at Kurapika, you noticed that his gaze seemed melancholic. Or nostalgic. Or both...
At the end of the night, once all the cookies were digested, you decided you had made Kurapika suffer enough like it is and offered to leave. Your whole family grumbled and tried to change your mind but you didn’t want to make your love more uncomfortable than you thought he was, so you stuck with your decision. Disappointed, they all returned to the living room after kissing you goodbye. You could still hear the movie that played in the living room with Lilo saying the iconic sentence: “Ohana means family.”
“Hey, (Y/N)...”
“Hmm?”
Kurapika smiled softly as he pulled on his coat.
“It was nice,” he said finally after a moment of silence. “It brought back good memories.”
You smiled at him and was about to open the door to leave when you felt his arms embrace you from behind and his head nestling in the crock of your neck to whisper:
hello～! can i request for Gon & Killua dating headcanons please? also love you two and your writings btw💖💘💝
Gon Freecss, Killua Zoldyck - Dating headcanons
I really have no idea why it took this long to make, I love these babies so much it hurts I-
Can I get them as my bfs plz?🥺🥺
-Yasu
Requested by: @dukinaxael
TW: none, these are wholesome boys right here buddy
Writer: Yasu
Word count: 1125
Gon Freecss
You don’t really remember how it happened in all honesty; a romantic relationship with him would be gradual and it’s just like, you’re friends one day even though you both act so much like a couple and then you just wake up and realize it’s already been a few weeks since you started dating.
I mean, who kisses their best friend good morning and goodbye?
Everyone was constantly on edge with you two, trying to find out what was the exact nature of your relationship, especially Killua.
He’s the one who knocked some sense into Gon.
“Are you dating (Y/N), yes or no?”
Poor boy freeze for a while with his signature smile still on his face and than he just chuckle like:
“Yeah I suppose.”
“You SUPPOSE?!”
That’s it. Killua’s done with Gon’s bullshit.
This genuine angel, blissfully sweet and adorable would treat you so well. It’s in his own way but he’ll always look out for you and have your back, in all and every situations.
Even if he’s usually very oblivious, he’s observant and very in tune with your emotions. He knows whenever something’s up and he’ll immediately do something to cheer you up, be this doing something stupid or going on an adventure with you.
Honestly your relationship isn’t quite different from a friendship.
Dates are always improvised.
“(Y/N), wanna do a picnic today? As a date!”
Doesn’t really care much about PDA. Like he doesn’t mind if you’re uncomfy with it, he just won’t do anything in public. If you’re okay with it, cool!! That means he can kiss you whenever!!
Would always be holding you in some ways.
Hand holding, pinkies locked, clinging to your arm, hugs, cuddles, you name it.
Can be big spoon and little spoon ! He loves having you in his arms so much and talking to you and he can’t get enough of laying on your lap when you both watch a movie or something.
He’d be very invested in your hobbies and just the things you love in general. You like painting, doing sports, music, acting, baking, whatever you might do really, he’s gonna learn right besides you and look closely at what you’re doing.
Gon just think it’s so amazing to see you so excited and passionate. It really makes his heart skip a beat.
I feel like Gon would absolutely use some nicknames/pet names with you but would mostly stick to your name. It feels more natural to him. But there is times where he’ll just use an excessively sweet pet name on you in a joking manner or when he wants you to give up on some activity so you could cuddle with him.
Would randomly buys you gifts. You’re almost 24/7 in his mind so whenever he’s out, he’ll just take you things that made him think of you. Might it be a weirdly shaped branch or a piece of clothing. It really could be anything.
“Here, it’s a heart shaped rock I found on my way here! I thought you might like it!”
You can’t resist his sweet smile and now you cherish the rock and would protect it with your life.
Killua Zoldyck
tsun tsun boy and everyone knows it but him. Point it out when he punches you in the arm after you showed him any type of affection and he WILL punch you again.
How you got together? You made the first move. It takes way too much time for this big dumbass to understand he loves you.
Genuinely thinks you’re just a friend to him until you kissed him on the cheek jokingly one day and he just,,,couldn’t,,,process,,,
It basically hits him like a brick tbh, like “yep man, you fell big time.”
Not much of a difference from before you got together, he always was protective of his friends. Now his soft side is just even softer with you.
Expect a lot of teasing. He really can’t help it. That’s his way of showing love.
“Yo dumbass!” every time he sees you.
Can’t use pet names to save his life, it’s too embarrassing for him. But will definitely enjoy it if you call him “love”. For some reason it makes his heart beat faster and he overall likes it a lot.
He’s baby, big baby, assassin baby but baby anyway. Just kiss his hand and he will be red the rest of the day.
Killua doesn’t like being public in his affections because he’s always scared the wrong person sees you together and indirectly puts you in danger. He’s not wrong, unfortunately.
But behind closed doors? He would cling to you like there’s no tomorrow. You have no idea how much he loves laying down with you and play video games or watch stupid videos with you till 3AM. Little spoon or big spoon depending on his mood and your preferences. He’s fine with whatever as long as you can give him the physical affection he craves (poor boy is touch starved)
Lives to make you laugh and feel happy and good in your skin so you bet that whenever you feel down, he’ll do whatever he can to cheer you up. He might not be the best at it at being a cheerleader but he’s a good listener and will always tell you things in the most straightforward way possible.
“Yeah no, ditch that friend, they sound like a bitch.”
“What do you mean you don’t like your body? You blind now?”
“Y/n, come here. Don’t tell Gon I gave you chocolate and not him, he’ll kill me.”
Personal life coach tho. You don’t know where this boy got all his super good advices (trauma) but you should really follow them, they’re all super useful. He thinks things through twice as much when it comes to you jsut so that he’s sure that he’s helping you as much as he can.
Would totally love styling your outfits. If you were okay with making matching ones with him, he’ll be ecstatic.
Like Gon, he’s super invested in what you love. Will listen to you rambling about any topic with a fond look on his face. Might even try some things with you.
Would die to bake with you for some reason. Killua would really be enjoying doing cookies with his s/o. Especially if they’re Halloween or Christmas themed.
Watch him eat the whole icing before you can even put it on the cookies.
Dates with him would be very casual and lighthearted! He likes them as much as home, binging movies and snacks, as he likes them outside, running around like idiots or jumping in supermarkets carts for fun. Cart races is a must.
You have too many inside jokes with him, it hurts. Kurapika, Leorio and Gon just don’t understand your conversations anymore. You just put your hand on the table and say “waffle” and there’s Killua wheezing all of a sudden.
Just really wanted to try something. It sounds kinda weird but I liked it x)) please tell me what you think about it for my first try-
But anyway, I really like @mynameseri writings and know she’s a sucker for Kite (like me) so I hope she’ll see it even if no one asked for this lmao 😌
-Yasu
Requested by: no one. I’m just always horny for Kite.
TW: it’s not really n/sfw? just fluff??? idk honestly, but there isn’t any triggers. Reader is top/dom btw ;)
Writer: Yasu
Word count: 287
"I don’t know anymore,” had he whispered under his breath.
The world is sinking. Kite suffocates. There is no more or almost no air and the ground no longer exists, nor the sky. Your kisses mingle with his skin and taste his scent. His hair scattered like a halo on the pillow in that graceful array of shades of white. Your bodies press against each other, seeking that feeling of satisfaction, from sensual friction to love songs. Your hands run across his torso and he gasps imperceptibly at the coldness of your fingers against his burning chest.
"What don't you know anymore?"
You asked the question yet without letting him answer, capturing his lips harshly, martyring them with your teeth, tasting the tip of blood that beaded under your canines. You were starving for each other and trying in vain to eat yourselves in that delicious and impure pleasure, yet so innocent; as there is nothing sweeter than the desire to restrain the world to one person and give it of your essence as well.
His nudity against your nudity, all weapons on the ground just next to your clothes, no more resistance and no more walls to protect oneself against any betrayal or rejection. A moment of pure vulnerability to surges of confidence. It was so beautiful stripping Kite off his strongholds and kissing him with love and erratic breaths. So beautiful that you could let yourself melt on top of him and let yourself slide over his neck.
"I already forgot,” he said, turning his head to the side, cheeks red-hot from embarrassment.
“It’s fine like this, I guess.”
And you kissed him again and again and again until he forgot everything but your name.
I read the fanfic of this author and my heart went doki doki and I tried writing and forgot I write bs half the time T-T edit: nooooooo, past me, I shouldn’t bring myself down like this. Bad Yasu. Bad!! Don’t care if it’s good, bad or in between, it’s still progress toward success!!
Requested by: no one, I just read something cool and I wanted to do as well. I failed but I hope you’ll like it anyway :’)
TW: none
Writer: Yasu
Word count: 633
If the world was made of ice, you were made of fire. Fashioned in shimmering colors, bursts of love and happiness, carefree laughter and tears of joy dripping with hot, burning emotions. Yes, that’s the word, you were burning. Like your hand in his and like your kisses on his neck; you were burning. What had caused your flames, that is something you had forgotten long ago but you had decided that they would help you go further, higher, stronger. You were sun and Dazai was Icarus.
It was late at the ADA. Dusk had made of the room a dark cave that only you illuminated; at the same time, with the blackout and the pouring rain outside, you were the only one who thought sane bringing a scented candle to work and using it to complete your paperwork. Dazai looked at you with -almost- mocking eyes, yet infinitely soft.
The world was made of ice and he was no exception to the rules of the universe like you. Dazai was frost and frozen wax, his hands locked in the mess of his past and the bitterness that accompanied the movement of his fingers through your hair. You two were alone.
“We have to go home, belladonna. You can't keep wearing yourself out like this, you know. "
In the flash of a smile, you breathed a sweet "no" and continued to give your body and soul to your task. How were you be able to? The rain did nothing to you? Were you a flame so strong the water couldn't quench you? It wouldn't have surprised him if the answer to that question had been yes, you were that strong. Your passion was overflowing and it seemed to affect Dazai in the most exquisite way possible.
You'd be done soon anyway, what would be the point of stopping now? He didn't really see it that way.
“Come on, let's go home. I want to cuddle and watch a movie,” he said.
“Soon, be patient.”
“Give me a kiss then. Kiss me.”
How childish, you thought with a fond smile. You got up from your seat and took his face in your hands. He didn't hesitate to put one of his hands on top of yours and in the tiniest of moments, he had saddled your lips.
Icarus crashes to the ground after getting too close to the Sun and so if Dazai was Icarus he would have to die in your arms. And that's what he was doing; he let himself die little by little, leaving behind wax wings made of cries and the blood of his friend, with the audacity and arrogance to believe that one day he could equal your brilliance and become worthy of your loving rays of light. The song of the dead came closer and closer each day, with each step Dazai took towards that inevitable change you were causing on him and on the world by melting the ice of winter and bringing a piece of spring.
One day, his genuine smiles may multiply and his laughter will become less exuberant, less false and more real. Dazai vowed to protect you from the world, during every second of his melting. His hands were getting sweaty. His body was dripping in big unsightly heaps against your fiery body. His face was disappearing, his limbs grew more and more blurry and difficult to discern and the invigorating warmth you instilled in him brought him to his knees: he was dying, satisfied.
“Dazai, your hand!”
As you parted your lips, the cold swept over Dazai's body again until he finally noticed his bandages were burning right above your caramel-smelling candle.
“Oopsie-”
"OOPSIE? ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! I’LL BRING WATER!”
Dazai might have sworn to protect you, but in the meantime, you were still the one saving him.
oh my god hi!! I just found your guys’ blog and I absolutely love it! If you don’t mind could you do an Illumi x short Fem!reader hc????? Thank you so much!
I’m so glad you like our blog!! I hope you’ll like these headcanons as much <3
-Yasu
Illumi x short!reader headcanons
Requested by: anon
TW: none
Writer: Yasu
Word count: /
I don’t see him care a lot honestly, most people are shorter than him anyway. Like, the dude is tall tall.
And he expects women to be small so he just brush it off.
He really like towering you at some points, though. It’s easier to cage you in his arms that way. Whenever you’re angry about anything, he can’t shake the mental image of a gremlin. Blame Hisoka.
If you want to get him to look at you when he's busy, wear his clothes. He literally just doesn't understand why you wear them since they are just so big on you but he won't really mind. He'll just stare. Now you have all his attention!!
One day you two were out cause for once, this man had free time, but if it wasn't for his abilities, he would have lost you in the crowd. Low-key wants to put a tracker on you, just in case he says. You tell him no but the man's persistent.
"a leash then?" "ILLUMI, WHAT? NO-" (at least not in these conditions ;) show your neck Illu)
If you want to cuddle, just let me tell you that it can end up in three ways:
1) Illumi said no, he's busy.
2) you're little spoon and happy and putty in his arms.
3) crushes you under his body. You tell him you can't breathe and that his hair tickles you but he's just getting heavier for some reasons.
Do you want to compare hand sizes? You should. He falls in love with your small hand. How can they be so... cute??? You're smiling brightly at him, trying to count how much difference there is between the tips of yours fingers and his while he just let himself being transported by your warmth.
But honestly, he sort of treats you like you're fragile sometimes. He knows you can take care of yourself but he also knows you're still weaker than him so he doesn't stop.
"Illumi, I'm serious, I'm not made of sugar!"
"True." he still take your hand in his while making sure you're slowing down your pace when going down the stairs. "I tend to forget that."
Hello! Im a sucker for Illumi and there is not enough content out there for him. So, I would like to request just something (anything) that has to do with Illumi x gn!reader. I don’t have any specific requests but I wish for reader to also be an assassin and that Illumi and them are married (very fluffy pls pls pls 🥺)
I’m new to this blog and I’ve seen that two people share this blog (?? Pls correct me if I’m wrong) I don’t mind who decides to write this (if you get to it) I’m just here to appreciate art🙈✨ I hope all is doing well and that everyone is healthy (make sure to take proper care of yourselves✨✨)
When ?
Alright! Let’s do this !!!
I absolutely had no idea for a while so sorry it took so long anon! I got an idea at 3AM a few nights before so might as well use it ;P hope you like it <3
-Yasu
Illumi Zoldyck x assassin!wife!reader
Requested by: anon
TW: none
Writer: Yasu
Word count: 644
beautiful murderer, don’t you think ? lmao, why am I always so thristy for him-
“When did you start loving me?”
He had asked that question in the middle of the night, when you both had all just returned from a grueling mission and collapsed on the bed. The sky was dark and not even a star pointed the tip of its nose in the middle of this sad void, with no light to beautify it. A breeze caressed your skin and apart from your erratic breath, the room was silent. You don’t bother answering.
You’ve been staring at the ceiling of your shared room, sleep trying to overcome your body. Illumi wasn’t tired and he made it known by asking again, the exact same question, in the exact same dead tone. Now you were curious. Illumi doesn’t talk much, so it surprised you. His question did so even more.
“I’m not sure. I think I got used to you first and then it was just...obvious. I woke up one morning and I knew I was in love with you and that’s pretty much it,” you said, smiling at the memory.
Illumi closed his eyes, taking in all your words.
“When did you start loving me ?” It was your turn to ask. You couldn’t let the chance pass. “If you even love me, that is. You never say or show a thing.”
“I do love you.”
Your heart skipped a beat and your smile grew wider. Illumi frowned slightly and placed his hand on his neck to feel his excessively strong heartbeat. It’s something that always happened in your presence. You were the only one capable to make his heart beat like that, and it wasn’t in excitation, nor anger; it was pure serenity and yet... He thinks that’s probably why he asked you to marry him. He didn’t want this feeling to stop. He wanted to go crazy with you by his side.
“So? Since when ?”
“Since my heart started beating so hard that I could hear it even in a crowd,” he said.
You turn your head towards him, your eyes sparkling in amusement.
“Is it that strong ?” You laugh softly and bring your hand to his neck to feel his pulse. He did the same around your neck.
“Yours is strong too,” he said, staring at you straight in the eye. “Stronger than mine.”
You took on a falsely offended look. You approached his face and placed a tender kiss on his cheek, all trace of fatigue already left you.
“Are you sure?”
You position yourself above him, arms placed on each side of his head in what Illumi thought was the most beautiful cage in the world.
“Are you really sure, Illumi?” you whispered in his ear.
You were more than delighted when you heard him gulp and saw his hand twitch, a disoriented look on his face. He wasn’t used to this kind of behavior, especially not from you, but it wasn’t...unpleasant either. Having you blatantly show him this side of you meant you really were confident in his presence, and he liked the thought.
You smile and brush your lips against his, teasingly. The fun was too big. You couldn’t keep it to yourself and ended up laughing loudly, your head shot back in your hilarity.
“I’m hearing your heart from here, Illumi,” you said between two giggles.
Illumi felt like you were mocking him and his excitation disappeared, leaving him frowning disapprovingly at you when you rolled off of him, on the bed and out of breath.
“We match,” you said lovingly.
You were too much. He didn’t entirely understand how you could make him pass from an emotion to another so quickly. Perhaps that’s why his heart was beating so fast: it tried to keep up with you. It was a race, a friendly competition, where no one gets to win. The ghost of a smile danced on Illumi’s lips. Embarrassment isn’t so bad when it’s with you.
that Illumi Flower short GUTTED me... thank u so much! 😭 can you do more illumi angst where he finds out hisoka cheated on him, illumi's rethinking his life and himself, and then he meets reader s/o who turns his life around?? sorry if that's too angsty you can ignore if you want <3
Ooooooooooooh!!! I personally am from the people who only see Hisoka-Illumi’s relationship as practical and not romantic so honestly it was fun writing all this in another point of view!! Also idk about this one piece honestly, everthing feels so OOC T-T I did my best. I hope you’ll like it nonetheless<3
-Yasu
Craziest
Requested by: anon
TW: mention of cheating but other than that just really OOC characters, i’m very sorry idk how to write qfstrydjukfytjdhrstgeqfz-
Writer: Yasu
Word count: 1923
To be completely honest, that was to be expected. This whole situation, this relationship, from its inception to its inevitable end, was incredibly toxic. A marriage only for the benefits of the death of the other and the benefits of death only, so where had he screwed up? When had he gotten so attached to this eccentric magician that it hurt - something he didn’t think he could feel for years now - upon learning he had fucked someone again?
It wasn't new anyway. Hisoka had never deprived himself of the pleasure of a drunken night out and it's not like he owed anything to anyone. This marriage was really just an arrangement and Illumi had always known it but things had changed, on his side at least. His feelings had somehow mutated very slowly, imperceptibly over the years spent with Hisoka. He wouldn’t say it was love, he didn’t know what it was anyway. Assassins don't need friends, let alone lovers, that was what he kept saying to himself that night.
The sky had darkened very quickly and Illumi had hung up on Hisoka who spend a good ten minutes to describe his latest follies with his new one night stand. The dark haired man didn't have the strength to hear his voice anymore and as strange as it sounded, Illumi was feeling exhausted. The streetlights were starting to illuminate the city and in the few minutes that seemed to last for hours, night had fallen and the nightlife of the big cities began.
The tall buildings, boulevards and shops had come alive, as they do every year during the approaching winter festivals; people wrapped in their warm clothes and sheltered under their umbrellas crowded happily. Some laughed with friends, some with family, some held hands in a small but beautiful show of love. and this whole, peaceful universe contrasted so much with Illumi’s in a nostalgic painting.
He walked along a street whose name he had forgotten, in a place he did not know, lost in his world which seemed even colder than the rain that pounded over his body. He had no emotions on his face, as always, but he thought. He had thought so much that he had come to question his existence, his being. “Who am I, what am I, where am I going? “
He strolled gracefully between people who never seemed to notice him; he was a shadow, a tiny piece of darkness that roamed against the walls as he walked tirelessly hoping to find a goal, some hint of nonchalance but in vain. The cold was burning his skin but it was nothing as his physical capacities were out of the ordinary, inhuman. So he didn't understand why you had stopped in the middle of your path, eyes wide open, worried. So genuinely worried about him.
“Sir, do you feel okay?” had you asked softly, while holding tight your umbrella.
Illumi saw no point in answering and didn't give you one more thought. He resumed his walk, thinking you would do the same. But where his physical abilities were incredible, your empathy and kindness were even more so, out of the ordinary, inhuman. Or actually, very much human.
“Sir, wait please!”
You quickened your step after him, and so he stopped and turned his head to watch your face, unphased.
“What do you want from me?”
You smile at the question. You didn't want anything from him: he worried you, that’s it. His gaze seemed so far away and so cold and as the burning match of pure love that you were, you refused to let it go like that.
“I just felt like you needed someone to reach out for you, for some reasons,” you said, a gentle smile playing on your lips.
Illumi didn't understand. To tell the truth, he didn't understand any of the words that came out of your mouth, nor their tone, nor their intentions. It was too sweet for his world, too foreign. He had never had real warmth and never felt the need for it but you were there and making your presence known as you see fit. So he just watched.
Your smile never left you as you carefully undid your scarf. Illumi was tall so you needed one jump and another to get it around his neck while he drowned in incomprehension. Your neck was cold now but you didn't care and lifted your umbrella higher in an attempt to cover Illumi's head.
“Can I buy you a hot chocolate? Coffee perhaps? ” you asked.
But Illumi wasn't listening to you, his eyes fixed on the scarf you had so gently forced around his neck. New questions had crept into his mind in a mad dance, a mix of emotions that overwelmed him in a heat he didn't know; he wasn’t feeling hot, just warm. Did you just burst the bubble of his world? Did you just made a little hole in it to blow hot air, and make him experience a part of the humanity he lacked? Could someone do this in a few seconds? Could you?
“Who are you?” he asked after finally catching one of his racing thoughts.
"Me? My name’s (Y/N)! ” you said. “So? What do you prefer? ”
You could.
“Why?”
You didn't mind his questions, you did know it might be weird to have a stranger come out of nowhere to put a scarf around you and invite you to a drink.
“Well, it’s better if you drink something you like, right?” you giggled. “And you have no coat, nor an umbrella and you’re wearing short sleeves! I figured out a scarf would be welcomed, haha! ”
Illumi was looking at you once again. He scanned your face, looked for an ounce of malice, possible betrayal, but found nothing. There were really strange people on Earth. He decided to accept, perhaps in the hope of forgetting his existential questions that he usually never had. Eyes black, dark and lost hovered over your frame thinking that perhaps wouldn’t be so bad to wait his next mission with someone. You weren’t sure why he accepted but you were glad nonetheless.
“Great! I know a perfect café not so far and I swear, their pastries are just delicious! ” You point to a café with warm appearances and decorated with Christmas garlands. “You’ll like at least one thing there for sure!”
You were right, the pastries were excellent and the room wasn’t too crowded. Illumi had kept the scarf on even while drinking his coffee while you smirked at him through the steam of your drink. He amused you with his perfect posture and manners.
"Do you come from a rich family?"
"Yes."
"Ah, I knew it!" You laugh. "What family?."
“Zoldycks.”
Your eyes widened for a moment and Illumi thought he had scared but you still laughed, still so sweet. You didn’t seem to mind.
“Wow! This is quite something! "
“Most people would have at least started getting nervous after hearing that, and yet you are laughing.” Illumi sighed. “I think I have something that keeps attracting crazy psychopaths.”
"I'm not a psychopath!" You pouted slightly and sipped from your hot chocolate. “And what do you mean by you’re always attracting them?”
“My husband.”
You bursted into intense laughter.
“Who- “you breathed sharply through your laugh. “Just who calls their husband a psychopath?”
“Because he is.”
And your laughter started again. Illumi calmly explained everything there was to know about his relationship with Hisoka. You listened eagerly, finding every detail fascinating. Illumi had a complicated life, but he never seemed to talk about how he felt. He told everything as one would recite facts, with the utmost objectivity. Illumi didn’t feel as if talking about his life was important but you seemed to enjoy it and he couldn’t care less about what you knew about him. You were weak so he didn’t have to worry and just went with the flow.
“It's a strange story. I hope you’ll figure everything’s out! ” you said once he finished talking.
You looked at the walls around you and found the story of your new acquaintance even stranger in a place like this. The walls were a beautiful honey color, the armchairs extremely soft, the dishes were delicate, the smells mingled in the air, the sounds were joyful, and the shadows on the floor danced to the rhythm of the candles. What a great place to tell such a horrible story.
"You’re crazy too, aren’t you?" said Illumi after a while of silence and a last sips of coffee. “Even crazier than Hisoka, I’d say. But you don’t particularly look like it, it’s just a feeling. I don’t know what is making me see you that way.”
You put your cup down, closed your eyes and breathed in one last time the smell of butter and cinnamon before standing up. You put your coat back on and picked up your umbrella.
"Because you're right, I am crazy."
His eyes never left your face now. He didn't expect you to be leaving so soon, or at least it seemed soon to him. When he checked the time on his phone, he surprised himself when he saw that at least three hours passed. You stayed three whole hours entertaining a stranger because his eyes looked weird to you and he couldn’t understand.
“Perhaps I am the craziest!”
“Perhaps. But why?”
You played with your fingers as your gaze turned dreamy. Illumi noticed at that moment that you were breathtaking. Your whole being was so different from his world of extreme violence, cold and burning from Hell. You had a good heart, a beautiful soul, a touch of idealism that was so peculiar to him. Any other day, and he’d find you foolish. Tonight, your foolishness was welcomed.
“I do believe that Humans are amazing and that the world is good. And because I so firmly believe this, I know I am crazy. ” You bite your lips. “For me, there’s no other possibility.”
“Even with people like me?”
“Especially with people like you,” you said. “You’re bad, awful even. But somehow you’re still human. And you still said yes to a bit of simple pleasure; a conversation and a coffee.”
You smacked your cheeks to make your embarrassment go away, still smiling.
“For me, it’s the proof that you aren’t that heartless, and that no one really is. ”
Once you said goodbye to him and left, Illumi started thinking again. For a long time. So long that the café closed and he had to be kicked out by the manager.
Outside, the rain had stopped but the cold was still there. The world seemed as dense as before, the sky still so dark, but the garlands of color were no longer annoying and the laughter of families and friends didn’t seem so loud anymore. Illumi realized that he was still wearing your scarf, that the taste of coffee still lingered on his tongue as the echo of your laughter in his ears and he hated that he liked it.
He lived in the craziest world that could possibly exist and it’s a person like you, a big idealistic as well as a little bit of a simpleton who had just decided and succeeded in turning his life upside down in a few hours and a drink, in a way that even Hisoka or anyone could ever do. And he hated that he liked it even more.
Maybe you really were the craziest. And maybe he wanted to see you again.
