#illumifluff

I find Illumi to be such a fascinating character to dive into... This picture of him is my favourite; he looks like a porcelain doll, and he is considered beautiful in an unnerving way.

You couldn't really forget that day, it was embedded in your mind like a burr that refused to budge, your heart was in a standstill, nothing but the feeling of being in a vast ocean but just on the surface, for there was no place for you to sink in below that, simply the ocean depths did not exist, that's what you could describe Illumi's eyes like it was obsidan, but obsidan eye colours were funny shades of black that you could play around, mix to match the thoughts in your head and there was nothing in his. That day in the Hunter exam he approached you still, his aura was absent with the usual bloodlust as he handed you his badge, your every move was being analysed, Illumi had memorized the way you touched him to the way you were holding the badge, his badge was worth three points.

That wasn't the end of that strange feeling, an mail from an unknown sender but you didn't have to think twice that unerving aura, tinted with danger and something peculiar was Illumi's an assassination service. That was his act of love.

Whenever you kissed his soft skin, soft no blemishes you could see, it could come down to his diet everything was made sure he could be functioning at his maximum efficiency and he made sure to take care of you the same, coffee cakes had to much sugar, and caffeine seemed an unnecessary want in your diet he would quietly observe you across the table his hand on yours because you said you liked it, an elegant finger took the fork laying ideally on the table and slowly took a bite of the cake. For a moment you just paused, "The Caffeine will cause an energy burst before draining you again, it can interfere with your 9 hours of rest it's inefficient" he said clinically as usual but the slightest almost like a lilt that you never heard was present.

The cheek kisses was something Illumi never understood, any physical touch meant caution, training from his father, an act of violence he needed to act but what was the purpose of such an illogical act?

"This is for your safe return, 'lumi" you said, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, "This is for my pleasure" you would say, these were foreign concepts to him he understood negotiations, rules, constraints, nen not cheek kisses but he waited.

Illumi's hair was soft, silky on your hands just like a doll's you would brush it, and he let you do it it didn't serve as a data point anymore, the way he combed through your hair getting through tangles in a way you ever forgot they were tangled, it felt like you were the safest girl, the troupe wouldn' touch you because it meant meddling with the Zoldyck family, their connections stretched further in the underworld, the troupe had business with them to they would not jeprodize that.

The bed was always warm, to optimize comfort, to give your body the support it needs it was utterly bizzare in the arms of an elite assassin who found such things outside his theoretical knowledge recontextualized this was no longer what he saw, heard, classified now that it was happening to him again, he waited for that cheek kiss, that absurd demand for a coffee cake high sugar and all, the cheek kisses now didnt need to have a reason they just were.

Illumi is a broken man, it was like grains of time had aldready slipped by somewhere in the underworld his identity was wrapped there but not close enough to find nothing tangible to work on.