#and Illumi is done being the obedient child

[rebellionmoon]

Illumi Zoldyck, The One True Heir

I'm feeling better enough that the illumi brain rot is settling back in (as it should) so therefore i'm going to talk about my personal head canon about the one true heir of the Zoldyck Family.

Let's begin!

Illumi may not be the current heir to the Zoldyck Family, but in his eyes he is the one true heir. We all know how he vies for that role, to control killua, control the heir, and therefore be the one singlehandedly in charge. Which is the exact same thing Silva wants, but pretends to be the cool dad and yet has zero qualms with his children abusing, using, and hating on each other! In his life, Illumi was definitely molded like Killua to be the future head of the family and probably each Zoldyck child was molded, in some way, to become the head of the family if the situation ever called for them to take up the mantle. But I think Illumi isn't the heir is because Silva doesn't trust him and can't control him. And he's a little more evil than what's expected of an assassin (love him for that honestly. Silva must accept the monster he created. Silva must deal with the consequences of his own actions.)

That and the relationship between Silva and Illumi is probably very botched. Like I said above, Silva doesn't trust Illumi but trust goes both ways because neither does Illumi trust Silva. Silva was a terrible dad and whatever mistakes he made with Illumi he tried to fix with the later kids, Killua specifically. No doubt Illumi knows it but tolerates Silva anyway for his own and everyone else's sake. My headcanon is that when one enters the room the other leaves just to keep peace in their own home, if the situation allows. If they're working together on a mission, they're profesisonal enough to cooperate, but if not, then nope.

Another factor, I think, is the honor or code of being an assassin has eroded through the generations. For example, in the chimera ant arc, Zeno stated that he never kills bystanders on the job and briefly lamented about that when he thought he killed Komugi. Where as the current generation as no problem killing bystanders. Illumi doesn't care and will use bystanders. Milluki doesn't care, collateral damage know? Kalluto doesn't care (his weakness may be to enjoy torturing his victims). Even though Killua doesn't want to be an assassin, he is decensitized to death and doesn't care when he does slice and dice a person up, like on the blimp in the hunter exam arc) Who can we blame for this? The person who taught them and stood silently by to let these 'bad' habits sink in and become permanent. SILVA.

I can see Silva accepting the unnecessary death toll his children rack up. Possibly even rationalizing it. Even Silva himself will kill a bystander if it is necessary, though not to the extreme as his children. Headcanon: To fulfill the end goal of their missions, he'll let needle men and explosions slide. Silva might even be lenient with Kalluto's affinity towards torture, since he himself collects knives from serial killers. Another headcanon I have is that Silva took a morbid interest in serial killers (totally different from professional assassins), their methods and truthfully sees more of himself (at least the younger him from years past) in Kalluto rather than Killua.

The bridge between Silva and Illumi has been burned, but they're still standing at the edge and shouting at eachother from both sides. Toxic be as toxic does.

[trashscenariihxh]

NSFW Illumi/Reader

Based off of the request:  illumi nsfw where he rewards his wife

The instant you learned that your husband was coming home, you went to the bedroom to wait for him, just as he liked.  It was late, anyway.  Too late to greet him at the door.  The baby had long since gone to sleep, too, so there was nothing to be done but wait.  Illumi preferred it this way.

When the sound of footsteps heralded Illumi’s arrival, you stood, ready to greet him.  You heard his footsteps pause as he peeked into the baby’s room before continuing down the hallway.

Illumi never truly smiled when he saw you, but by now you knew enough of his mannerisms to recognize the tiny hint of warmth that came to his eyes.  Or at least, you liked to believe it was there.  Regardless of his feelings, you smiled and opened your arms for him as you’d been taught so many times.

“You’re back!” You wrapped your arms around Illumi in a soft embrace.  He reciprocated; his arms encircled your body and held you close.  It was a facsimile of intimacy, but you’d grown to accept it.

“Yes.”  He stated, drawing back and regarding you with those black, infinitely deep eyes of his and running a cool, calloused finger down your cheek.  “Did you miss me?”

You nodded.  “Yes.”  There had once been a time when you’d treasured the short periods of solitude that came when Illumi left on assignments, but now you found yourself aching for him whenever he left.  Not just for his touch, his presence.  

“Good.”  Illumi gave you what you hoped was a look of approval.  “You saw the doctor yesterday.” 

You nodded.

“And?”

“He said everything is well.  My body has recovered nicely, and we can...” You felt your face heat up.  You’d given birth to your first child several months ago, much to Illumi’s delight, but complications had kept you from being intimate with your husband for much longer than intended.  You’d often wondered if he’d missed the intimacy, but Illumi had given no indication of being frustrated with having to wait.  His current enthusiasm (as much as he could muster), fueled your suspicions that he might have been silently suffering.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”  As always, Illumi got straight to the point.  Perhaps he had missed the intimacy, after all.

Your eyes widened at his bluntness.  “But, Illumi-” 

He cocked his head to the side as his eyes bored into yours.  “Is there a problem?”

“N-no.”  You shook your head, already beginning to slip out of your clothes.  “No problem.”

Naked, you stretched out on the bed and stared at the ceiling as you listened to the rustle of Illumi’s clothes falling to the ground.  The mattress shifted as he joined you on the bed, and soon Illumi was on top of you, his hands planted on either side of your head as his eyes locked onto yours.  

“____...”  He stared down at you, unblinking, and you felt yourself withering under his gaze as his eyes swept over your body.  It had been months since he’d seen you like this, naked and exposed beneath him; you wondered if the changes to your body disappointed him.  You shifted slightly, opening your legs a little wider to better accommodate your husband’s body, but instead of lowering himself onto you, Illumi drew back and sat back on his heels.

“What is it?”  You gave him a confused look.

“You look different.”  Illumi’s impassive gaze continued to sweep over you, his eyes momentarily pausing on your breasts and stomach.  Instinctively, you moved to cover yourself, cheeks burning in shame, but Illumi stopped you with a word.  “Don’t.”  He reached forward to run a hand down your body, seemingly enjoying the way his fingertips pressed into your now-soft stomach.

You bit your lower lip when he turned his attention to your breasts, letting his fingertips skim over your sensitive nipples.  He seemed to like the little gasps that his touch drew out of you, and leaned forward again to press his lips against your soft skin.

You shivered when his lips moved to your neck and he began to press soft kisses against the sensitive flesh; this was new.

“You’re a good wife,” Illumi murmured into your ear, settling between your thighs and lining himself up with your entrance.  “You’ve been so, so good.”  Obedient.  He pushed into you, his breath hitching at the unexpected resistance he encountered as your muscles clenched around him; it took him three thrusts to fully bottom out.

Any question you might have had about whether or not he’d be gentler with you now was quickly answered when he immediately began to thrust roughly into you.  You cried out and grabbed his pale shoulders, desperate for some semblance of stability as your body was jostled by the sheer force of this thrusts. The room was soon filled with the harsh wet slaps of skin on skin as he rocked against you.  Your moans and gasps joined the cacophony; Illumi was relentless- you’d forgotten just how hard he used to fuck you, how deep he could get.  Clinging to him still, you thrust your hips up to meet his, wrapping your legs around his slim waist in an attempt to gain a sliver of control.

It was too much.  Illumi’s cock was continuously slamming against your most sensitive areas making your cunt throb and clench around him.  “Illu-mi,” you panted, releasing your grip on his shoulders to thread them through his hair, “please...”  You weren’t sure what you were asking for, exactly, but pleas spilled forth from your lips as your husband continued to fuck you.  You felt so helpless, pinned beneath him, with so little say in the pace he set for you.  

You must have unintentionally tugged his hair, because Illumi pulled his face from the junction of your neck and shoulder and fixed you with an unyielding stare.  His pace did not let up in the slightest.  You began to release your grip on his hair, but he surprised you by covering your mouth with his own, swallowing your pleas.

Something about the sudden, unexpected intimacy pushed you over the edge upon which you’d been balancing so precariously; you came with a moan, tightening your grip on your husband’s hair and wrapping yourself around him as tightly as possible.  Illumi fucked into you for a while longer, once again resting his forehead against your shoulder as his breaths grew increasingly ragged.  The months of celibacy had taken their toll on his stamina; Illumi came with a shuddering gasp as he pressed himself as deeply inside you as he could go, collapsing on top of you soon after.

You didn’t expect him to linger next to you after he finished, and Illumi didn’t surprise you.  As soon as his breathing returned to normal, he sat rose, wordlessly walking into the bathroom.  You sighed when you heard the sound of the shower being switched on.  You felt sore, far sorer than you’d expected to.  It almost felt like the first time.  Illumi’s release had begun to leak out of you, but you grimaced at the thought of getting up to clean yourself off.  Everything ached too much.  

Besides, you thought to yourself, rolling onto your back and hugging your knees to your chest, Illumi would probably approve if you kept him inside you for longer.  You smiled to yourself.  He’d called you a good wife.  It had been the first time you’d received such a compliment.  With any luck, you’d hear it again soon.

[jimjimcherie]

My Illumi Zoldyck Headcanons

Once again, because I accidentally deleted my post, and now I have to rewrite it from memory alone.

If you don't sympathize with dear Illumi, then you probably shouldn't read this because this is about to be me being soft, sad, and protective as fuck over my babie Illu.

So... these are headcanons that have been building up since I started Hunter x Hunter 14 years ago, back when I was 9 and I had the biggest crush on Illumi and Hisoka (yes, they creeped me out, but I still had a big phat crush).

I've been watching HxH reactions the past two months and I don't understand how people feel so bad for Killua and Alluka for what they went through but don't realize the other children went through the same, and how Illumi probably went through worse to turn out like he is. I refuse to believe Illumi was born as a perfect, obedient, murder doll.

So what I believe in:

• Illumi was heir for, at least, 10 years until Killua was born and Zeno and Silva saw more Zoldyck in a newborn baby than in sweet Illumi, who had too much Meteor City slums in his blood. I refuse to believe that Killua was chosen as heir solely on "potential" alone, what kind of potential does a baby have? Illumi was too dark for Zeno's taste.

• Dear Illumi was an only child for five years until Milluki was born. He had no one to comfort him, no brothers to rely on. He was basically a test child for Zeno and Silva, Kikyo probably didn't have much say on Illumi's upbringing. He was tortured, beaten, and punished until all was left was a perfect submissive and obedient murder doll.

• How many childish things were denied to him? Were his soft toys taken from him when he was dropped in Heaven's Arena and Milluki was born? Did he come back to a bedroom that was as alien as the new toddler in the house? Did he miss his plushies and his baby blanket? Did he come to a room that suddenly was bigger than him? Was all the softness taken from Illumi, and instead given heaviness in return? Was he smacked for crying? Did Silva break every bone in his little fingers when he tried to hold hands after he turned six?

• Did the butlers ever try to help Illumi like they did Killua? Did they turn a blind eye to the quiet child with the big black eyes? Was Tsubone's dislike for Kikyo-sama so great that it extended to lonely, sweet Ilumi who resembled his mother with his dark hair and dark eyes? Did she see so much Meteor Slums in him that she decided he wasn't worth more than trash? Did she ignore him when sweet Illumi's lip trembled and his eyes shone like onyx with unshed tears because it was better for him to "cry it out", or did she go to Silva to inform him, until all the tears were beaten out of Illumi again and again until he learnt to jam needles into the back of his head so he couldn't feel anything anymore?

• Ten years old Illumi who would play with five years old Milluki, who would look at him warmly and would make Illumi's lips twitch into what he no longer remembered was a smile. Illumi who snuck candies and snacks that weren't even poisoned to Millu after his training, who would get him soft toys, and games to play with, until Silva decided Illumi was too soft and spoiling Milluki too much and made him take over Milluki's torture training. Milluki who loved his "kind aniki" even after he stopped bringing him treats, even when he would whip him because Illumi came back bruised like a plum the first time he ever refused to do something. Illumi who later on gave Killua chocobos, and brought dolls and makeup for Kalluto who had a penchant for girls things, because no one had ever thought of bending the rules for Illumi even if they all did for his brothers.

• Did he go through training none of the other children went through? Was he forced through "seduction training" at the tender age of thirteen? Small, delicate Illumi with bite marks on his small neck and rope burn on his wrists, did Silva think it was too much after Illumi was so averse to touch and his eyes were so blank they seemed to swallow all the light? Did Kikyo say no more, not the other children, Illumi is the only one I will give to you to break? Did they ever notice the way Illumi's mind would wander, leaving behind a corpse? Illumi, so eager-to-please and wanting so bad to be loved by a father that didn't like him, that he would ask for seconds when he slapped him, that would press his forehead to the ground in forgiveness when he killed one of his special tutors before they even touched him?

• Illumi who is half out of his mind with fear all the time because which punishment will it be this time? What did his brothers do now, that Illumi has to take the blame for? What transgression did Illumi make this time? What will Kikyo take offense at now that the only thing that will calm her is raking her talons through her eldest's skin? Illumi takes job after job after job, because he loves his family so much but Kukuroo mountain is the setting to almost all his nightmares. Illumi who is so terrified because he takes punishment for mistakes he didn't even commit that he does not allow space for imperfection in his brothers because he doesn't want them to be punished too.

• Illumi, age fourteen, not even blinking as he was told he was no longer heir, Killua age four grabbing at his mother's skirt as his aniki bowed at his father's feet apologizing for not being good enough. Illumi understood the decision, he was not special, he could tell, no one had ever bothered with him as a child, the butlers never bent the rules for him like they did for Killua, his parents were not lenient with him like they were with Killua, and grandfather Zeno did not spoil. Illumi wasn't even jealous, he understood he was not special, he had been a weird, stupid, and ugly child, he wouldn't have looked at himself either. So he takes care and loves Killua over anything else because that's what he was told to do. That was his new purpose.

• He's fifteen and at a job when he meets Hisoka Morow. Illumi doesn't know it yet, but the man with golden eyes is the only one that will go back for him always, even when he doesn't ask, even when he doesn't want him to, Illumi can't have friends but he wishes for Hisoka, wishes he could have him.

• Sweet Illumi at age eighteen breaks under Hisoka in a way he has never done before, breaks in a way so vulnerable, so soft, he cries through it, and god, Illumi has never felt this loved before.

• Illumi is twenty two and coming back to the mansion on Kukuroo mountain after a job when he's informed Killua ran away. It's not fair, Illumi thinks. It's not fair because now it's Illumi who's being punished for his selfish little brother. Milluki is angry, Killua stabbed him, and didn't even think of the consequences of his actions, Killua never does. Killua never saw how bruised and bleeding Illumi came back every time any of them broke a rule.

• Illumi brings Killua back but Gon comes back for Killua, and Killua comes back for Alluka.

• Illumi is twenty three finishing a job with Kalluto when their youngest informs him he's not going back with him. Illumi feels rage and betrayal, another selfish little brother. Another one he doesn't fight because Illumi isn't skilled enough not to kill him. Kalluto leaves and Illumi is terrified, because he failed to bring back another of his mother's sons, and the punishment won't be pretty, slaps will not suffice this time.

• Illumi never thought leaving was an option, and it's not fair, because no one ever came back for him, or Milluki, or Kalluto, but at least their youngest was smart enough to leave and join the Ryodan, who would never let anyone come for their youngest spider. Illumi who came back time and time again to this awful house because he loved his family and wanted to keep everyone together. None of his brothers had loved Illumi enough to notice he was as afraid and lonely as all of them.

• Illumi is twenty four when he leaves the horrible mansion on Kukuroo Mountain to live with Hisoka Morow, who loves him. His mother cries, his father doesn't care, Zeno is happy as long as Kikyo is upset, and Milluki... Milluki is internally grateful the clown dared to take the eldest Zoldyck away.

And one of my favorite headcanons:

• Hisoka Morow, Glam Gas city born, a nobody magician with a taste for violence and blood, met Illumi Zoldyck at nineteen years old and knew he had to keep the fifteen year old murder doll. He knew at first glance there was no one more beautiful, and no one worth more than dear, sweet Illumi. Hisoka would keep his sweetheart even if he had to fight all the Zoldycks and their butlers, he would even kill them all, if Illumi didn't love them. It took Hisoka almost a decade to take him away from the dreadful house with eyes on the walls and torture chambers, but they both found a love so great it made all the suffering worth it.

So these were my headcanons that were only reinforced by okayantigone on AO3. Her fanfics are masterpieces, and I wish they got way more attention that they have. I recommend my absolute favorites HisoIllu stories: children running through, asbestos in the walls, the home that awaits you, and yesterday's cherry pits. Three of those are Illumi centric and one is Hisoka centrict.

Hope you like my post ♡

⭐のへの💧

[iaal]

Adultrio +Pouf and Pariston beach with their s/o hc

I’m just a sucker for beach episodes ok??? I was at the beach and I thought about what Hisoka would do and I end up imagining all of them. Half of them would never put a foot in a public beach but that’s what makes it fun.

Hisoka:

Going to the beach in the late afternoon to early evening when most people go home is the ideal time for him.  He doesn’t like when it’s crowed and he knows that the less people around, the more he can get away with if he wants to get inappropriate with you.

This time slot is also ideal to avoid tanning. I like to think nen users are more protected against the elements somehow and he wouldn’t need sun protection normally, but at noon at the beach his skin would still get some color and it’s not aesthetically pleasing for him. If you had sun screen with you he’d ask you to put some on him, even if it would be pointless, any occasion is good for being touched.

Touching you is also greatly appreciated and if you were to ask him to put some sun screen on your back it would derailed quickly. Either letting his hands wandered more than you asked him to or just lightly teasing you, he wouldn’t just give you a hand if there’s nothing fun for him in it.

Relaxing is not an option with him, he wouldn’t stay put on his towel and consequently, neither would you. Like with a kid, you’d have to keep him entertained and playing in the water is way more tempting than staying quietly on the sand. Better not take beach games with you though, he can get quite riled up.

Because he likes to show off anywhere he goes, if kids are making sand castles around he would make one too. It will be bigger, more complex and done in a flash to amaze them and if they were to ask how he did he would say it’s magic. It’s really just bungee gum.

Hisoka is easy to turn on but the beach mood, the sight of your body and the constant skin touching when you’d both be fooling around in the water would be too much of a sensory overload for him to stay nice. The only thing preventing him to fuck you would be that having to deal with people calling the police about your little show would spoil and cut his fun short. If the police officers were nen users it’d be a different story but creating a panic just by killing nenless people wouldn’t be worth it for him.

Making you cum with his finger, appearing completely composed while you’d try your best to not give away what’s happening under the water is, however, a perfectly innocent game to play.

At nighttime he’d want to go skinny dipping with you, you wouldn’t have a say in the matter after all you’ve enticed him all day with almost no clothes on you. So why not take the rest off now that you’re hidden in the dark?

With little to no witnesses left on the beach he’d not hold back this time, releasing all the frustration he’d felt when the sun was still up.

Chrollo:

If you really want to go the beach he’d prefer to go at night, having a picnic under the stars and swimming in the moonlight. He cares about his goth aesthetic.

As long as you packed a beach umbrella he wouldn’t mind too much to come during actual tanning hours. He’d read on his towel, just relaxing to the sounds of wave, he can take a book anywhere and the beach is as good as any other spots.

If you want his attention he’d get his nose out of his book reluctantly to actually try to enjoy the beach. Not like he hates it, it’s just not that interesting for him, it’s just sand and water he doesn’t get what’s so exciting about it.

What interests him more are all the types of people going around and enjoying themselves. He’d be more entertain observing them and trying to analyze them than playing volleyball on scorching hot sand. Chrollo always love to have a window into the life of people and a place where they are relaxed and have fun with their love ones is a good occasion for that.

To actually make him moves his ass and drag him in the water would need a bit of convincing first. He’d argue that’s he’s fine where he is and you can swim all you want on your own, you really don’t need him for this. But if you insist enough and he feels like it he’d humor you but just for a bit. He’s a good swimmer and he has a perfect form, that doesn’t mean he particularly likes to swim and he’d not do it for long. He’d stay a bit longer just to keep you company and once he’d think it was long enough he’d go out of the water. Don’t ask him to come again, he’d obliged you once, don’t act spoiled now.

A walk on the beach would require less bargaining and he’d be happy to stretch his legs for a bit. He’s not fond of PDA but just holding hands would be ok while you walk, he might even do more affectionate gesture like putting his arm around your shoulders. Goth Spider aren’t totally immune to the summer mood.

Walking around is also a good way to make the day a bit more fun. Lots of people are not careful enough with their bags and they’d learn their lesson by finding that their wallet is missing when they’d go back to their spot. Really, Chrollo would just teach them in what kind of world their living by confiscating their possession, a wallet is cheap for such a valuable eyes opening experience.

And because sharing is caring, he’d use his loot to buy you an ice cream, he’d jokingly says it your hush money.

During your night beach trip you could tempt Chrollo to get a bit more frisky in the water, he’d not always be up to it but if you take some bottles of good wines with your for you picnic he might be more receptive to the idea.

Illumi:

It’s hard to get him to go on a date but he’ll do it occasionally, the beach however is far from his favorite place and to go to a public beach...you’d have to really really deserve it for him to accompany you.

He hates everything about it, the sand in his hair is high on his list and he’d wear his hair in a bun or ponytail to lessen the damage. He’d be ready to end anyone, be it woman, children or elderly that carelessly throw sand in direction when they walk or run next to him.

Luckily he’d be in a bad enough mood so that his aura would prevent anyone coming near in a 10m radius. You’d have earned to choose the place as a reward but don’t count on him to be a ray of sunshine about it, he wouldn’t try to hide his distaste and he’d make it clear how much of a stupid idea it was.

What could cheer him up a bit is to make snarky comment about how people educate their kids when he’d watch parents dealing with children throwing a tantrum or not listening to what they say. He could talk for hours about how Killua was such an obedient child and would go down memory lane, forgetting to sulk.

Too focus on his nostalgia he’d be oblivious to all the woman checking him out. None of them would try hitting on him though, not that they would be dissuaded by your presence or his ominous aura, but Illumi, especially among commoners seems way too far from their league. Sand between his ass cheeks and hair all messed up is not enough to take away the regal air about him.

There’s no way he’d swim and torture his hair with salt water if he doesn’t absolutely have to. You could at best convince him to take a walk with your feet in the sea but that’s it. If he stays in the shore so would you, leaving his side would be forbidden, don’t hope to frolic in the water.

If you loves the sea that much and ask him to go again he’d tell you that he has already bought you a private island and you can take some butler with you. Illumi beach adventure would end as soon as it had started

Pouf:

Pouf would hate that you’re basically naked in front of others than him and to have him accompany you to the beach you’d have to present him with a fait accompli. You’ll need to call him to ask him to meet you there if you want to avoid the argument. He’d knew you were there obviously, he never stops his surveillance, but to not give his spying away he wouldn’t come on his own

To preserve his sanity don’t wear a bikini. Anything too sexy would shatter his image of you, you’d be taken home at once to be hypnotized and punished for being a slut, but even an innocent bikini would cause him a great amount of distress. The more skin you show the more he’d cry.

A more ���chaste” swimsuit wouldn’t cut it either, he’d find you very cute but glare at anyone sparing a glance in your direction. The ones looking at your more insistently would be as good as dead, he would attach a small Beelzebub to them to deal with them later.

Even if he came in a short notice he wouldn’t come to the beach empty handed, he’d have a hat and a white shirt prepared for you that he would insist you put on the instant he arrives and a gallon of sun screen that he would want to apply on you every ten minutes. He does care about your purity but he also care a great deal about your health and he’d remind you how the sun can be bad for you.

And because he can’t help spoiling you he’d also bring homemade snacks in case you’re hungry. Enough to feed 10 people and all with all quality ingredients, Pouf doesn’t feed you cheap food. You’d have the choice in 5 different flavored waters to be sure you stay well hydrated, all made with fruits he picked for their high vitamin count and antioxidant properties so your skin wouldn’t be damaged. Your beauty routine is his responsibility too.

To avoid having too many eyes on you he’d want you both to stay in the water; the sea can be dangerous so he wouldn’t risk anything and give you legs massage before you enter the water and help you do some warm up. Being too cautious never hurts.

You wouldn’t be able to swim too far, not on his watch. He’s confident he could react quickly if anything were to happen but he wouldn’t risk it. You already said no to the water wings, you can at least stay near the shore to appease him.

It’d be a very stressful day for Pouf, he’d try by any means to deter you from going there again, your very first beach trip with him would probably be your last.

Pariston:

Pariston is used to private beach in luxurious resorts with attentive employees on high alert to fulfill any of this need.  But a public beach?? And you can bring read what he wrote on his palm sandwiches?? Sign him up.

It’s not like you’d be able to choose your swimsuit yourself, he’d take you shopping for one and pick one extremely revealing. Still stylish but not the kind you wear in a family packed place. He’d be delight by all the head turning your way and be sure to whisper in your ear what kind of salacious thought you’re inspiring to the vacationer.

Like for everything else he would be very enthusiastic and excited by anything, he’d try food from any beach vendors that come his way and buy you some. You wouldn’t want to spoil the fun by not snacking on a tons of high calorie food wouldn’t you? He’d still tell you’d get fat with each new snack but he would also still insist that you eat again when he spots the next vendor.

For the occasion he’d have bought a big inflated raft with enough room for the two of you. He’d let it drift far enough from the shore to scare you, not making any attempt to go back until your panic stop amusing him. He’d know you’d never try to swim back without his permission.

From the outside you’d look like a cute couple playing in the water but Pariston always likes to play a bit rough. He’d firmly hold your head underwater too long to make you wonder if he’d let you come up, but not long enough to make you too weak and gather attention. When you’d resurface he’d welcome you with a laugh, like he was having the time of his life.

That’s not a game that would entertain him for long, when he really wants to have some fun he’d undo the bottom of your swimsuit and walk back to the shore with it, leaving you mortified and half naked in the water. Either you’d wait a very long time not knowing if he’d get bored and come back to “save” you or you walk back to him, hiding what you can to get your swimsuit back.

If he has to be the one coming back to you he’d be annoyed enough to want to tease you more. He’d force you to say how exciting it was to be so exposed for anyone to see with crude details while he fucks you. His image always comes first so you’d better be discreet and not have him get caught. He’d only do that with someone he has trained enough to be able to stay quiet but new enough to still feel very anxious in this kind of situation.

Pariston would shamelessly hit on attractive girl in front of you, telling you to stay on your towel, you wouldn’t be able to do anything but watch him flirt, it’d make sure to do it at earshot distance. When he wouldn’t flirt with strangers he’d compare your body to theirs, pointing what is better than yours, subtly or not depending on what type of reaction he’d be fishing from you.

[olivemeister]

okay i gotta get something off my chest re: the zoldycks’ systematic abuse of killua

what are they hoping to accomplish? 

it seems clear that they’re trying to make him obedient at this point in time, but if you’re trying to raise someone who will eventually take over the family business wouldn’t you want them to be mentally capable? 

what they’re doing to killua seems tailored to turning him into a figurehead or puppet, suitable for being directed but completely incapable of making his own decisions. which is great for when they’re still in charge of him, but you’d think that silva is aware that he won’t be around forever, and he does genuinely seem to want killua to be his heir and not a doll to be directed.

we know it can’t be “illumi is sabotaging the efforts because he wants to control killua” even though that would make perfect sense re: his motivations, because silva explicitly knew about the needle and therefore implicitly approved of it. if he didn’t know what illumi was doing with said needle, you’d think that would have at least been implied. at least right now, we have to take it at face value that silva understood what illumi’s needle did. 

so we get this absolutely batshit, idiot scenario.

they’re legit stunting killua’s emotional development and autonomy, things that would presumably be necessary in order for him to take on the zoldyck empire. if he’d cracked under what his family had done to him, he’d have no free will whatsoever and would simply obey whatever he was told to do. these are not good traits for a leader. 

obviously the zoldycks are abusers, i’d never argue otherwise, but their abuse is targeted and emotionless, with a professed result. it doesn’t excuse it, but it drives me fucking crazy.

their actions are at odds with silva and zeno being portrayed as intelligent people. illumi is treated as “perhaps not mentally sound” and kikyo is treated as blinded by emotion when it comes to killua, but silva and zeno aren’t treated this way. as far as we know they’re operating completely calmly about this, which is terrifying.

the logical results of their efforts towards killua (and these seem to be actively what kikyo and illumi are seeking, and silva is implicitly approving all of this) are completely at odds with their professed end goal. if killua had been successfully shaped by his abuse, wouldn’t the result be woefully incapable of being the heir to the family? like, he left before they were done with him, and he’s already shown huge red flags re: a dependency complex.

have they just never wondered “if we train killua to obey the family/silva’s authority at all costs, what will he do and how will he function when he is the authority?” like............ are the zoldycks that short-sighted? do they have some Second Stage to their abuse? is it legit just that they’re terrible people?

i mean... if they weren’t terrible people, they wouldn’t have beaten, whipped, psychologically tortured, and emotionally destroyed their kid. the fact that it’s all counterproductive nonsense just makes it more evil, honestly.

then again... how smart could they be, given that they think blatantly abusing their child is good.