Hunter X Hunter||Dating Illumi Zoldyck||Illumi X Reader
There is no ending, no beginning, you've seen the end of the abyss yet put one foot in it.
The dark colour pallete for him...
It was one of those days in the mansion the more lonelier days where the smell of petrichor lingered just a little more longer, the rain padding just a little heavier drowning the cries of your own mind into an almost melancholic reminder, the walls in the beautiful estate seem to be just a little more closer each footstep amplified like echos in the Zoldyck mansion. The mountain was completely cut off from the outside, communication was picked up by fast-moving, elegant butlers who hardly spoke more than required, and said more than needed. They were almost like dolls fiercely loyal to the Zoldyck family, keeping their underground secrets with their life.
Illumi Zolydyck used highly versatile nen embedded needles into his targets, which granted him the freedom to either enslave them for their entire life, render them useless or get rid of them. You slowly cast a look towards your boyfriend of all sorts. Illumi sat his posture straight, mechanical but easy and slow in his own way. It was something only Illumi would do. He looked at his needle, then set it down neatly, picking up another one. To examine it. This is what he did during the evenings when he had no missions.
You had never seen him sleep, or even rest during those longer nights you had woken up to reach for a glass of water, nearly dropping it half in exasperation, well used to your boyfriend's odd behaviour and half-shocked when his obsidian eyes blinked at you like he just remembered he needed to blink. "I noticed you were fidgeting in your sleep, so I changed your pillow, and the pillow cover. This one is softer. You had moved three times than usual after I changed it, and you stopped moving." A steady, almost imperceptible breath left your nostrils, your heartbeat slowly calming down." What..?" The word left you before you could stop it but Illumi looked at you like it was the most natural thing in the world. Before repeating his claim, as if it were the most logical thing to do. "Thank..you, Illumi, that..was really thoughtful of you" That wasn't the word you would've used on any other day, but this was Illumi we were talking about.
Sometimes, in the dead of the night, you would see Illumi pacing around the roof. He wanted to have you closer, close enough to watch you in his mind. He was simply keeping you close, watching over you, protecting you. u, Illumi, were sure because if he really loved you, he had to keep you close. You were his after all.
Illumi didn't believe in friendships, or bonds you knew that the moment you were with him, his almost curious fascination with th3 subject itself, like he was simply a curious observer watching from afar cataloging the details in a log, then storing the information away from later when he saw you knees tucked in cold winter nights a cardigan wrapping around your shoulders flipping pages engrossed in the book which seemed to take you miles away into an unknown world, he would notice the soft breathy sigh you would release when the chapter hit romantic undertones, or the tightening od your fingers when your favorite character would be meeting his timely death it was all stored away in his mind but what would he do with such pieces of information for once that wasn't mentioned in what he studied as an assassin, it wasn't there from what he learnt from his father Silva Zoldyck he wondered what would happen if he would go and ask his father if he had an answer to the strange feelings he would erupt these inefficient feelings he had towards you.
Illumi Zoldyck wasn't impulsive in the slightest sense, quite the opposite he was rational, he was patient in his art. He didn't believe in recklessly pursuing rewards, beautiful things meant nothing to him if he had nothing to gain from it all this time his path as an Elite assassin meant he would observe his prey so carefully it was so unnerving to the target they almsot always succumbed to the pressure itself, they had long lost the will to survive then his nen needles did the work perfectly...like it was another Tuesday.
However, you were a variable Illumi Zoldyck who lived his life accounting for every risk, filing away information, because he couldn't place you in one single category, cause you would always find a way to make him unsettled. You were living in your own bubble, tucked away from the shadows. Yorknew City would loom over you, and the scent of auctions would not disturb you, as if this sanctuary you built for yourself was something people needed permission to enter.
And Illumi Zoldyck wanted to know what it was that made him want to peel you back piece by piece. What did you tuck away when no one was watching?
Illumi no longer felt like just someone on the outside looking in, no longer felt he was just storing information because what he was after wasn't a fleeting moment he had not much morality to begin with.
Would someone like you try to fix his twisted senses, that had long been wrapped by darkness and art, art that he had perfected for years now, or would it consume him as much as it was consuming you?
