#yandere alluka

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional thoughts, clinginess, stalking, manipulation, male reader

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @cynniical @shenryu-sama

Zoldyck family with Gojo-like older twin of Illumi

Zeno Zoldyck

🐲​You'd think that as one of the oldest members of the Zoldyck family, Zeno would act his role as the strict grandfather and drill into you every lesson you need to know as the future head of the family. Instead he has taken the complete opposite role and has settled into being the chill granddad for it is his son's role to lecture you in everything you need to know, not his. Most of the time he spends with you is more comparable to him just hanging out with you, unless he notices that you are slacking off in which case he will show you why despite his age he is still a feared assassin in the world. There are constant jokes thrown back and forth between you two as both of you try to see who can deliver verbally the bigger blow whilst both of you take it without a single grain of salt. Even during missions both of you have together, you tend to see who has the better one-liners all whilst being completely indifferent to the screaming and terrified targets. Silva has voiced his disdain as he thinks that Zeno is being too soft yet Zeno has always stood up. He's a proud grandfather so just let him do what he wants to do with his favorite grandchild. After all your very first word ever was "grandpa", how could he not love you?

Silva Zoldyck

🐺​For all the respect he holds for his own father, the old man is giving him a headache with the way he treats you, his heir. Silva claims most of your time, either training you or teaching you everything you need to know as the next head of the clan. You are his entire pride and he has high expectations for you which he is confident you will live up to. There is especially much time poured into helping you honing your special Nen-abilities of the Infinity and your Six Eyes, skills which he is proud that you have gotten as it only further solidifies you as one of the strongest members of the family. He's aware of the fact that you favor your grandfather though and he knows that Zeno often sneaks away with you because he wants to spend time with you and the GIF I've used is probably the exact same expression he gives the two of you when he catches you. Is he perhaps a tad bit jealous that you favor your grandfather over your own dad? Perhaps, he is rather possessive after all but he would never admit that though his suffocating aura is already indicator enough of his feelings. He's most likely never gotten fully over it that your first word wasn't "dada" and Zeno has never let him forget it either.

Kikyo Zoldyck

🔺​Kikyo has a terrible streak of jealousy and that isn't made better by the fact that Silva and Zeno steal so much of your time for themselves. As a result she is all the more smothering and clingy the moment you are by yourself as she seems to wait for you to be alone like a starved predator and pounces on you the moment neither of the two men are around. This woman is always complimenting you for everything. For your talents, your strength, your caring personality, your looks and whatever else you can think of. There is a tinge of bittersweet melancholy though as she sometimes mourns the time where you were chubby and small and came always stumbling towards her with a happy look on your face. Her little bird has left the nest far too quickly and has grown so independent.... Your kind and caring personality can be easily a trigger of her jealousy though whenever you pay attention to one of your siblings or can't spend time with her since you have promised someone else already that you'd be with them. She always makes a huge clamour whenever the topic of potential partners is involved as no one in her eyes could be worthy of her beautiful baby boy.

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎​For as long as Illumi can remember, you two have always been together. You complete him, he completes you. After all both of you have been sharing the same womb, have shared everything since the very moment the two of you were conceived. It is this mindset that has always pushed Illumi to be surprisingly clingy, your silent shadow that has been trailing behind you ever since the two of you could crawl. From all of his siblings he has always thought that he deserves you the most, perhaps even more than the entirety of the Zoldyck family as the both of you share a special connection as twins. He's casually thrown needles into people's heads when they so much as dared to question whether the two of you are really twins as your appearances are like night and day, silently enraged whenever someone would do as much as doubt just how close the two of you are. He's the one seeking you out even quicker than Kikyo when neither Silva nor Zeno are in sight and likes to whisk you somewhere where he can have the time with you he thinks he deserves more than anyone else. He's tried to scare some of his other siblings away whenever he thought that they were stealing you away from him.

Milluki Zoldyck

💻​Going back to Illumi bullying his siblings whenever they also try to get your time, poor Milluki is the one who gets the most of it, though Milluki has used this fact often to play the victim card to try to coax you into spending more time with him. Activities with Milluki contain munching on snacks whilst playing some video games or watching some Anime and with passing years this guy has installed an entire security system to make sure that no one disturbs him when he has you, his older brother with him in the room. The ony time where he has gotten too scared and let someone in his room is when either Zeno or Silva knock on his door as he knows fully well that they'll break it if he doesn't open it within 3 seconds. Whenever he has managed to make you promise to spend an evening with you, he buys tons of your favorite snacks and prepares your favorite movies, games and series so that everything is to your liking and so that he can hopefully become your favorite sibling. He's even made a phone specifically for you and gifted it to you on your birthday. There are a lot of special apps and features included on the phone, one of them being a very secretive tracker which allows him to always know your location.

Killua Zoldyck

🪀​Killua has been clinging to you since he was a toddler and that hasn't changed much over the years. Seemingly adapting to the strategies of Zeno, Killua is always sneaky when he seeks you out and beckons you to follow him and spend time with him. He's probably one of the few who is willing to share his time with you together with some of his other siblings which is pretty much only Alluka. You've always indulged him though, knowing that there was a certain pressure on him due to his white hair and blue eyes as well. Killua has taken some pride in his appearance though, mainly because people not associated with his family always instantly acknowledged him as your younger brother whilst such recognition wasn't as granted with people like Illumi or Milluki which causes him to act somewhat smug in such given situations. Both of you have a sweet tooth and whenever one of you is on a mission, it has become a sacred ritual that the person buys something sweet before heading home again to share it with the other. The poor boy was heartbroken when you couldn't come with him when he took his Hunter Exam, though you strongly spoke up for him when people like Kikyo were hesitant to let him go.

Alluka Zoldyck

💝​Whereas almost the entire rest of the family has always shunned Alluka, Killua and you were the only ones willingly spending time with her and playing with her. As a result Alluka as well as Nanika genuinely view the two of you as the only people both of them need and really love and Nanika especially grants the both of you free wishes. Okay, maybe not always free. At times there are demands for you such as wanting a piggyback from you, wanting a kiss on the cheek or wanting to be lifted up and spun around by you. Whenever you hear such words coming out of Alluka's mouth you instantly know that both of them want your affection and attention in that moment and you have never been able to deny them their requests, even if you have never used the wishes you were granted in return for something sinister. The room Alluka is kept in is filled with plushies and prettily designed because you demanded it to be that way and whenever Alluka or Nanika want the walls to be painted a different colour or desire a new plushie, you always take it upon yourself to fulfill them their wish and Killua gives you a helping hand for the majority of the time.

Kalluto Zoldyck

🏮​Kallluto has arguably got the worst luck as he is the youngest member of the family and often is brushed over by all of his other siblings who deem that he should wait for his turn. The poor boy is a professional stalker even from a young age as he has spend countless hours watching other members of the family having fun with you all whilst he is deprived of it. He plays the even bigger victim card than Milluki for such reasons in the very moment you call out to him and spend time with him. Whenever you two walk around, he either clings to the sleeves of your clothes or even manages to hold your hand, his head constantly tilted so that he can look at you with sparkling eyes. The insecurities he sometimes feels as a result of being somewhat overlooked as the entire household revolves around you is something he learns to use effectively as an advantage when he wants to steal your attention away from someone else because he knows you'll crouch down and ask him if everything is alright the moment he starts fidgeting around with his fingers and makes himself small. As you are the person he idolises and looks up to, he ends up adapting your likes and dislikes all to feel closer to you.

[miyukis-writings]

— Bound by Silk and Shadows. [II]

pairing. ilumi zoldyck x (insert oc)

summary. In a quiet village, she runs a humble café, serving customers with a serene smile, unaware that she has captured the interest of one of the deadliest assassins alive. Ilumi Zoldyck, cold and emotionless, finds himself drawn to her—an anomaly in his carefully calculated world. She does not flinch under his piercing gaze, does not cower in fear like others do. And that intrigues him. What starts as silent observation soon spirals into obsession. He watches from the shadows, memorizing her every move, ensuring no one else dares to lay claim to what is his. Even Hisoka, ever the provocateur, finds amusement in Ilumi’s growing fixation. But Ilumi is not a man of patience. If she won’t come to him willingly… he may just have to take her. After all, a rare treasure should be kept safe—locked away, where no one else can touch.

tags. yandere ; kidnapping, manipulation ; friends to lovers ; eventual smut (will be tagged accordingly).

a.n. i've posted this on Wattpad as well. Been taking a day-off from writing fanfic since 3 years ago. Hope everyone enjoys this! <3 all likes, comments and reblog are greatly appreciated. xoxo miyuki

status. on-going // prologue, chapter I, chapter 3

The night was crisp, the scent of damp earth lingering in the air after an earlier drizzle. The village streets, lit only by sparse lanterns, cast flickering shadows that danced along the cobblestone path. The occasional rustling of leaves and distant chirps of nocturnal creatures were the only sounds that accompanied them. It was the kind of quiet that felt suffocating to most—but Ilumi found comfort in it. He wonders as well but, he just put the thought aside for now. Ilumi was not accustomed to uncertainty. Every action he took, every step he made, was calculated. And yet, when it came to the girl from the café, he found himself unable to predict what should have been the most obvious outcome—her reaction to him.

Would his presence in front of her change anything at all?

He did not like lingering questions. He sought answers. And so, tonight, he decided to step out from the shadows and confront his curiosity head-on.

Of course, he was not alone.

Hisoka, ever the opportunist, had decided to accompany him, much to Ilumi’s dismay.

“Oh, this is quite unlike you, Ilumi~,” Hisoka mused, strolling beside him with the kind of exaggerated leisure that made him seem out of place in the quiet village. “Approaching a woman directly? How bold.”

Ilumi did not react. Hisoka’s presence was an irritation, but not an obstacle. If anything, it would serve as an additional test.

By the time they arrived at the café, the warm glow of the lanterns outside flickered against the darkened streets. Through the window, the girl could be seen tidying up the empty tables, preparing to close for the night. The only remaining customers had already left, leaving the place nearly silent.

Ilumi stepped inside first, Hisoka following with a lazy gait. The door creaked slightly as it shut behind them, the sound breaking the quiet atmosphere. She looked up at the sound, her gaze meeting theirs directly.

Nothing.

No hesitation. No wariness. No immediate sense of fear.

Just quiet acknowledgment.

"Welcome," she said, a soft smile was plastered on her face, her voice light, unbothered. "You're just in time. I was about to close, but I can make an exception. What would you like?"

Hisoka chuckled, moving toward the counter with an amused gleam in his eyes. “Oh my, does that mean we’re intruding? How terribly rude of us.”

Ilumi ignored him. “We won’t be long.” Ilumi studied her. He had expected at least a flicker of unease, a moment of recognition that something about him was… different. But there was none. If anything, she regarded him with the same gentle attentiveness she had given to all her customers before him.

She regarded him for a moment before nodding, her soft smile didn’t faltered even for a second. “Take a seat. I’ll bring the both of you something warm.” Despite her knowing that most of the tea had already been kept in the small cabinet in the cafe, but she didn’t mind fetching them for the two gentlemen in the room. She then took a small chair for her to reach the cabinet where she put the tea a few minutes ago.

Hisoka leaned onto the counter, propping his chin against his palm as she moved behind it. “How sweet~ You must be used to strange men showing up at odd hours, hmm?”

She didn’t even glance at him. “Not particularly.” She answered, her soft voice sounds like music in Ilumi’s ear but he shook the thoughts away, taking a close look around the cafe. Analyzing the arrangement of the chairs, tables and small ornaments being put in the room. The soft light coming from the lantern itself glows quite nicely, putting out a comfortable vibe in the room despite their presence trying so hard to turn the room into an uncomfortable vibe and yet, the room refuses to answered to their intoxicating presence.

Hisoka’s smirk widened. “Yet you don’t seem the least bit nervous. How refreshing.”

She didn't paid him any mind and poured them tea, placing the cups in front of them with steady hands. Ilumi watched her closely, taking in every detail—the way she carried herself, the absence of hesitation, the way her eyes didn’t reflect even a sliver of fear. The soft smile on her face didn’t seem to faltered even just for a second.

The café had become eerily silent, save for the occasional clink of porcelain as the tea was set down. Outside, the wind whispered against the windows, carrying with it the distant sound of rustling branches. The lanterns’ glow painted warm hues on the wooden floors, creating an intimate yet unsettling ambiance.

“Do you live alone?” Hisoka continued, stirring his tea lazily. “Or does someone wait for you at home?”

Ilumi shot him a glance, a small warning perhaps—for him not to do anything towards her but the girl merely answered with the same soft tone, “I live with my grandparents.”

“Ah, a family girl.” Hisoka sighed dramatically. “How disappointing.”

She remained indifferent to his antics, simply wiping down the counter as they drank. Hisoka, however, wasn’t done playing. “Tell me, do you ever get scared?”

She finally looked at him, confusion was written across her face. She then tilted her head slightly. “Of what?” Ilumi could not help himself but to be amused over her obliviousness.

Hisoka grinned. “Of people like us.”

Silence filled the air between them. Then, she blinked once, her soft smile was still plastered on her lips before replying, “Should I be?”

Hisoka let out a delighted laugh. “Oh, I like you.”

She chuckled softly, shaking her head lightly before replying. “That makes one of us.”

Hisoka gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Oh, what a cruel rejection! And here I thought we were forming such a lovely bond.”

She chuckled, simply shrugged. “You assumed wrong.” Ilumi simply sat, lifting the cup to his lips, tasting the tea but focusing on her. Waiting.

Would she fidget under his gaze? Would she avoid looking at him? Would she finally sense something was off about the man before her? But no. She merely continued cleaning, humming softly under her breath, unshaken by his scrutiny.

It was… strange.

For the first time in his life, Ilumi was the one feeling observed—except she wasn’t watching him with suspicion or fear. She was simply existing in the same space as him, treating him as if he was just another customer passing through.

Minutes passed in silence. She finished her cleaning, moving toward the front door to flip the sign to ‘Closed.’ When she turned back, she met his gaze again, tilting her head slightly in curiosity. "You don’t talk much, do you?" she mused.

He set his cup down, his fingers still resting lightly against the porcelain. "No."

She chuckled at his bluntness but said nothing more, allowing the silence to settle comfortably between them. Hisoka watches with a smirk on his face, amused by the scene collapsing between the two of them.

Ilumi finished his tea in silence, remembering the small exchange between her and Hisoka a few minutes ago with passive interest. There was something about the way she handled Hisoka—effortlessly deflecting his teasing without a hint of intimidation—that made her all the more unusual. Most people recoiled under Hisoka’s presence, yet she remained unchanged. The smile on her face never seem to faltered even a single bit, he found it quite amusing. And he never found anyone amusing before. Until he met her.

The tea had cooled slightly by the time Ilumi finished his cup. He set it down with a deliberate motion and pulled out the appropriate payment.

Ilumi remained for a moment longer, studying her, searching for any sign that she was pretending—forcing her ease around him. But there was nothing artificial about her. She was simply as she had always been.

Unchanged.

Indifferent.

As if his presence truly made no difference at all.

For reasons he could not explain, the thought unsettled him more than he had expected.

Rising to his feet, he placed the payment on the counter. As he placed the money on the counter, he studied her reaction—or rather, the lack of fear presenting on her face. Not even the slightest flicker of curiosity crossed her face. She then took a glanced at it and smiled for the last time that night. "Thank you. Please come again anytime."

Hisoka hummed in amusement, watching her as they prepared to leave. “We should visit again, Ilumi. She’s quite fun.”

Ilumi didn’t respond. Instead, he cast one last glance at the girl before stepping out into the night.

The cool air greeted them once more, the village feeling emptier than before. The faint sound of laughter and conversation from distant homes carried through the air, but Ilumi hardly paid attention. His thoughts were elsewhere.

His presence had made no difference to her demeanor. Not in fear, not in intrigue. Nothing.

And yet, despite that… he knew he would be back. Because for the first time in his life, he was curious.

And curiosity was dangerous.

He wanted to see how long it would take before something—anything—in her expression changed because of him.

Even if he had to force it.

[rosazoldyckk]

-Yandere! Alluka X Reader-

⚠️warning⚠️mentions of yandere/obsessive behaviour and clinginess.

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter. Character(s): Alluka Zoldyck, Killua Zoldyck, Gon freecs.

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It was easy to assume that Alluka was always safe. She was so sweet and despite the fact that she shared her body with a Dark Continent creature, she was great company. You could tell her your deepest secrets and she listened to every single one. There was no fear that she would spill them to anyone else and it felt wonderful not to be judged. Because of this most of your time was spent with the young girl. Even Killua joked that you had a stronger bond with Alluka than he did. You denied it, but it seemed that no matter what happened, Alluka was always by your side. It was comforting to see her by your side, but recently you had been longing for daylight. You adored her, but these days her presence was overbearing.

Alluka giggled as she clung to your arm, cuddling into your chest. Shifting was impossible, although she looked like a little girl her strength held you in place. She curled into you, something you had found adorable when she first did it. You knew she didn't mean for it to be as torturous as it was. She wasn't trying to hurt you in any way. And yet you hated the fact that you had to sit here, unmoving, for hours while  Alluka sang and played with your hair.

There wasn't any point in trying to move. She wouldn't even feel your force and would stay locked in place, her light blue eyes smiling up at you. You could complain, but she'd look hurt and you'd relent, resulting in her spending even more time with you. The only time you had to yourself was when Nanika wanted to spend some time with Killua. The entity had become a sense of relief for you as the girl released you from her grasp to find her brother.

You felt bad for how bitter your feelings for Alluka had grown. She only wanted to make you happy. It was clear from the flower crowns she gave you when you rested down under the trees. From the way she melted into every touch you gave her. From the way she would drag out into the garden to show you the flutters of butterfly wings. From how she gazed at every expression you made with a warmth that still surprised you. But even though she meant no harm towards you, everything she did unnerved you in some way.

The flower crowns themselves were sweet, but the shivers that ran down your spine when her nails brushed your scalp weren't. When she melted into your warmth you were unable to move, not wanting to face her pouting face of her loud wailing. You didn't want to see the butterflies, you didn't want to go help her find Killua, but there wasn't any way to escape her or surely Nanika would get involved. You had to constantly be good, as if every action was monitored. There was no way out of her presence. She was suffocating you and she didn't even know it.

"Y/N, are you alright? You look so sad." Alluka asked as her hand had moved to cup your face, concern evident in her eyes. Her fingertips traced the outline of your jaw. There was an inquisition in the way she tilted her head.

"I'm okay, Alluka. I've just been a little distracted as of late. Theres nothing's wrong, I promise." You faked a smile. "Hm...alright then!" She said gladly and nuzzled into the crook of your neck, giving a sigh of relief as she rested. You leaned back, one of the small movements you could actually do. It was interrupted by the door sliding open to reveal Killua.

"Hey Y/N how are you and Alluka doing?" Killua asked. Curiosity filled his tone and he likely wondered how Alluka was so comfortable around you so quickly.

"Yes we are both fine, just resting that's all," you answered, giving a small nod to the boy.

"Good, cause me and Gon are about to go on a super  special mission. I'll tell you what's happening on the way there," Killua lowered his voice as his eyes dipped to Alluka peacefully resting on your body "The mission is supposed to be really fun but it's going to be super risky as well, so it's alright if you don't want to come with." Killua's hushed.

"I'd love to go with you guys. C'mon let's go," you answered with a nod.

You tried to lift yourself from the floor, expecting Alluka to allow to leave but her weight encased you. You squirmed against her, but she didn't let go of your wrists. She didn't even lift her head up to address the situation, opting to trap you beneath her.

"I don't want Y/N to go!" Alluka whined as her grip tightened on your wrist, causing you to hiss in pain. "I want Y/N to stay here with me! I want to keep Y/N safe here with me!"

"Alluka, please. This is important. You have to let go of me," you said, trying to sound as patient as you could, "No! I don't want you to leave! you shouldn't go if it's going to be dangerous! Please stay here with me!" Alluka complained as she pulled you into her with an even harder grip. Her stance grew protective and you hadn't noticed earlier how her pupils grew into slits at the word danger. Her arms had coiled around your waist and her head moved from her favorite spot of your neck to glare at her big brother.

"Big brother, if you let Y/N go, then I will hate you forever and ever." Alluka growled. Causing Killua to back away in shock. He had never seen his little sister behaving so possessive before. It was like a predator protecting it's young.

"A-Alluka..." Killua stuttered, too stunned to form a coherent sentence. He looked over to you for any hope of guidance, but you were also appalled at the girls sudden behaviour.

You had seen how Alluka would glare at others in extreme situations. It was a sign of annoyance. Killua flinched, surprised that his little sister would act such away.

"Alluka," you pleaded, "do not speak to your big brother like that again. And please don't need to worry. I've been on lots of dangerous missions before, I'll be safe, I promise!" Alluka was unmoved by your words, still pouting and holding on to you with her strength. Pain bloomed in your abdomen as her grip grew suffocatingly tight.

"H-hey Alluka stop squeezing them so tight! They won't come on the mission alright?!" Killua yelled.

Alluka eased her grip and her eyes softened as they turned to you.

"M-maybe it's best if you both just stay here while me and Gon are gone, it's probably safer anyways. We'll get you guys some souvenirs," Killua mumbled dolefully as he walked back to Gon.

You had seen Alluka worry over you and she always ran to save you from the heat of danger with the help of Nanika, but she had never spoken to her big brother like that. You couldn't help but stare, shock and horror scrawled over your face like a tattoo. She giggled one again and pressed her face against your collarbone, hands running over your back before settling between the strands of your hair. You wondered if she was trying to comfort you or herself. You couldn't help but embrace her back. Despite everything, she would protect you. She would save you from peril. You could deal with the pain of entrapment in exchange for safety. "Now we have all the time in the world Y/N! Isn't that awesome?" Alluka hummed against your clavicle, giving kisses to your skin. As her ocean eyes reflected a pure intense love you wondered if maybe this life wouldn't be so bad after all.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The Host | Yandere Zoldyck Family

“I’m so happy, we were able to locate the portal so quickly! Now you all can return to your world without breaking the space-time continuum!” You mused, happily sipping on the piping hot tea in front of you.

Whether you liked it or not, you wouldn’t have refused this cup. After all, it was specially crafted for and given to you by the reclusive Zoldycks. It was an honor—more like a miracle that you were being served an un-poisoned cup of tea. 

You were used to prickly (read as: murderous) anomalies that were ejected into the aimless void of time. As per your occupation you housed and befriended said anomalies until it was time that they returned to their dimensions.

When you were selected at the end of your life for this position, the galactic overlords in charge assured you that this was a duty perfect for you. That no matter what, your tenants would find themselves comforted by you during their time there. 

You begged to disagree even though none of your tenants had successfully ended your life yet. You prepared yourself for the day they one day would. 

“Yes, it will be a shame to lose contact with a host as pleasant as you.” 

Zeno smiled, closing his eyes as brought his own cup to his mouth. Letting a hand fall over your heart you silently thanked him. Another hand reached for you tearing your attention away from the former head.

“It is a shame your work keeps you so busy!” Kikyo cried, holding your hand. Gingerly running the pads of her fingers over your knuckles. 

“Ah, but I feel as though I haven’t worked a day.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you like this job of yours?” The old man raised his brow.

“Of course! When I’m not hosting I’m free to do what I please and the guests that come by always make things interesting.”

Memories of the various visitors came to mind as you smiled; Kikyo puckered her lip in a pout. Her clutch on your hand had gotten slightly tighter, nothing alarming but noticeable.

“But don’t you feel overworked? Tired? Lonely?”

“There’s always the other people in the town.”

“Really? I wouldn’t have expected them to have any intelligible conversation.”

You dismissed the slight towards your community, it’d be impossible for her to realize their worth within the year. Granted they weren’t particularly strong or inquisitive; it wasn’t like they were built to be outstanding anyway. Nonetheless, they were kind to you and always understanding when it came to the guests. Not once have you needed to send a complaint to upper management. Everyone played their prescribed roles without fail.

“They can be really pleasant, once you get to know them.”

Zeno sighed, “So you say but I can’t imagine you not caring for them. You're always so forgiving.”

“Well…they have their flaws.”

“Ah! You’re too humble (Y/n)! The least they can do is honor your contribution to their pathetic lives!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Zoldyck but a cake every once in a while is good enough for me.”

“Ah! So simple (Y/n), it screams you no nothing of luxury!”

“Really I feel as though I’ve almost been overwhelmed with it with the Zoldycks here.”

“Please! If you could see the Zoldyck Estate in our world, you’d truly know luxury!” 

You let her continue, chatting with her and Zeno, who occasionally chimed in. It was time to enjoy their company for they’d be gone before you knew it. 

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“Ne (Y/n)! Alluka wants to hold onto your jacket for a bit is that alright?”

“Oh? I barely noticed I left it behind but sure.” 

You continued to walk side by side with Killua making your way to your destination. The wind was cold. Wisping at your cheeks and nose as you mesmerized yourself with the smoky puff your breath made. Catching cat-like blue eyes watching you with amusement you stopped, replacing it with an embarrassed smile. 

He snickered. “What? Don’t stop on my account.”

“Oh Killua you're the only kid that makes me feel like a silly child again.”

“Eh?! You make it sound like I’m the reason you’re just childish anyway.”

You playfully hummed. “Hm. Maybe I am.”

You shared a laugh before letting your eyes begin to wander. Looking past the trees of the park to admire the clouded sky blending into the freezing lake. Despite having walked this path millions of times before, it never failed to take your breath away. Making you sigh in awe, you minded the frozen droplets hanging off the naked branches; looking as though they were a part of some artist’s canvas.

Even the rosiness that danced at your cheeks brought by your body’s attempt to warm you in the frigid season, felt magical in its own right. It was easy to lose sight of your path as your feet remember the way; allowing you to drift. 

But before you could go too far the warmth of another hand-a smaller hand in your pocket brought you back. Looking down in surprise at the blushing owner looking away from you. You chuckled intertwining his smaller, rougher hand with yours as you walked with a pep in your step. 

“I-I’m just keeping my hand warm. Where I’m from it never gets this cold.”

You smirked. “Sure!” 

You didn’t believe him and he knew that. But that wasn’t the point anyway. 

“You two seem to be getting along well.” 

The monotone voice stopped the both of you in your tracks. Standing in a slim-fitted insulating jacket was the eldest of the Zoldyck children. Standing precisely on the crack in the sidewalk he demanded you meet at. You didn’t miss the annoyed click of Killua’s teeth. Or the blank foreboding stare directed at a specific pocket of yours.

“Yup, Killua offered to walk me to our meetup spot. If you’re alright with it, I wouldn’t mind if he came with us.”

Illumi robotically tilted his head, his eyes still trained on the same spot it had been focused on since he started watching you. 

“I doubt Kil would find any enjoyment in where we’re going.”

Killua's eye twitched. “Oh? Where are you going?”

“Somewhere for adults, I’m sure you’d find it boring.”

“Really try me,”

The two intensely held each other’s gaze, vaguely conveying that this may need your intervention. With a well-timed sneeze, you might have saved yourself and the whole park from their ‘playful’ exchange of blows. Illumi seemed to back down first stepping closer to your unoccupied side where he waited for his brother to leave. 

Said brother didn’t look all too convinced. Squeezing his hand in yours brought his attention to you, already smiling in silent reassurance.

“Hey, take care of my sweater for me ‘kay.”

The silent message was heard as Killua, who begrudgingly released your hand from his hold. With a final glare towards his brother, he’d begun to leave, watching as you turned and waved to him as he went. He also watched as his brother slipped his hand into your opposite pocket. With a final click of his tongue, he moved at speeds practically impossible for the human eye back to the apartment you’d organized for him and Alluka. 

Making your way wordlessly out of the park, finally stopping within the toasty insides of a ceramics shop. With the unmolded clay in front of you and the guide having finished their instruction, you finally giggled at Illumi. 

“I’d hardly call ceramics an adults-only event.”

Illumi didn’t laugh, he didn’t even look up from the shape he was focused on molding. 

“I would. He isn’t a part of this so it isn’t bizarre for it to be considered an adult event.”

You decided to keep quiet about the toddler two tables down. Instead, you poked your head over the assassin’s shoulder to see what he was making. Glad you hadn’t started working on your own creation, you pulled back the raven locks that were spilling dangerously close to his work in progress. 

Missing the slight stutter of his fingertips as he registered the soft, gentle hold of your fingertips he continued. Opting to focus solely on his creation with more intensely.

“I’m so glad I brought a hair tie for this exact moment.”

“...if you don’t hurry up your clay will dry and your money will go to waste.”

“Ah. So money conscious.”

Finished with a nice low ponytail, you scooched back into your seat; prepared to begin your own creation. Sparing a glance at Illumi, you expected he’d be laser-focused on his work but instead he was staring at you unapologetically. While you found this wasn’t uncommon for him it didn’t change the fact that it was still odd. 

“So uh what are you making?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m just asking, are you worried I’ll make fun?”

“My finished product will be more than enough to answer you, right?

“I guess so.”

You had an inkling of worry that he’d create something graphic and horrific. But you had to remind yourself: he wasn’t Milluki. Who unapologetically, on multiple accounts, scarred surprised you with animal entrails, graphic posters, and concerning digital art that bore striking resemblance to you.

Speaking of striking resemblance…you had a glorious idea. 

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“So…what is it?” 

You hated to ask but you had to. The ceramic resembled the bare requirements of a face colored by a paint color akin to your skin tone. Somehow when you turned your head to the left side you saw a screaming face but when you turned your head to the right it looked as though it was smiling. 

“....” 

He just stared at you blankly (as he usually did) but you could tell there was something unfamiliar. He turned his head away from you as he reached for his creation back. 

“If you can’t tell than it shouldn’t matter.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, I’m sorry!” 

You held the…thing in your hands with care as you bore witness to the rare sight of an embarrassed Illumi. 

“Even if I don’t know what it is I think it’s beautiful in its own right.”

“Don’t lie its unbecoming of you.” 

“I’m not lying!”

You let him snatch it from your hand and tuck it in his pocket. Smiling to yourself, you found comfort in that he didn’t immediately toss it into the trashcan by the doorway. Catching up with his quick pace you held you’re wrapped creation to your chest. 

“I would like to continue on now.”

“Don’t just sweep it under the rug! It’s all about growth.”

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“Here you are Kalluto!”

He was doing what you had suggested: finding his own style. Alas, he still found himself taking the most buried articles of clothing from your closet and posing in the mirror. If you had noticed you didn’t say much, when you let yourself into the room he’d been given. 

“I made it just for you.”

The vase had a pink hue, with speckles of purple. He liked it but he was curious why he was gifted this. 

“I based it off the color of your eyes. I saw the shade being offered and I thought it’d be a perfect souvenir for you.”

His cheeks were overtaken by a hot crimson as he gingerly accepted the small vase. He loved it! Holding it close to his chest he almost missed the presence of his eldest brother outside his room. Judging by the slim-fitted jacket, his hat, and his pointed stare at the gift itself told Kalluto everything he needed to know. So that was his decision, for his day out with you? The ceramics shop?  

The image of you crafting something while smiling along with him. Hands touching one another while you both crafted something beautiful. Your attention solely focused on him. 

He’s so jealous. 

“Thank you. It looks beautiful.”

“ I’m so happy you like it! I was worried I wouldn’t get the color right but looking at you now I see I’m right on the mark.”

Kalluto’s cheeks never changed from heir red color, causing him to tuck his head into the collar of the shirt he stole from you borrowed. Sending a cautious look at the figure in the doorway he took a gamble. He put the vase down, quickly moving to nestle his head into your stomach almost immediately having your arms wrap around him. He didn’t bother locking eyes with the observer, instead pretending to be fully enveloped by your attention. 

If he did have a problem, Kalluto could argue that his time with you was limited. Therefore nothing was off the table. Not when their access to you would be gone forever. He’d rather it not be that way.

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“Silva.” 

The call of his wife had the current head of the Zoldyck family, wordlessly asking what she needed. Nonetheless, he responded in kind. 

“Kikyo.”

The two of them were seated a ways apart from one another each sipping on their respective drinks as the candles slowly burned. 

“We need to talk about (Y/n).”

“What is there to talk about?”

He knew what she wanted to talk about. Those of any authority within the Zoldyck family already had a gray consensus about their host. All that was needed was definite words, so that they could be a united front on the subject. 

“On the topic of (Y/n) coming with us.”

Silva crossed his arms. 

“We cannot.”

“Why not? All of us like them! They show promise in maintaining the family, they’ve even convinced Kil to come home more often!” 

He wanted to grit his teeth but he didn’t. Only brought his cup to his mouth for a pensive sip.

“No, they’d never survive training. Let alone our world in general.”

He maintained his composure as he parroted Zeno’s consultation. Even as his wife slammed her own cup on the tray and opened her mouth to protest. He knew she’d ask because he had asked. 

“Mr. Silva. Is it okay if I call you that or would you rather it be Mr. Zoldyck?”

It amazed him that such a meek, small, weak host would have made him even consider bringing you along with them when they returned. Their host couldn’t be farther from them brimming with compassion and mindfulness that brought out a side the family had long since fought against. 

It shouldn’t have enamored them as it had. But it did. Leaving everyone in the family vying for their attention. With them the family’s prowess in killing meant nothing and it didn’t do any favors in garnering positive response. 

But it was for that exact reason Zeno mused that they’d never fit in the Zoldyck family. Even if they chose the route of marrying you into the family it would diminish your time with the everyone. Favoring the one they’d marry over all others. It’d be so unfair

“Husband, this opportunity to attain a sliver of another world would benefit the Zoldyck family! Even more so as a tenant or as a servant under all our care! It wouldn’t impede the family’s strength and their rules to serve would make them an asset to explore.” 

“And have them reach a butler’s strength alone. At their level?”

Kikyo hung her head covering her visor with her hands as she resisted the urge to weep. Silva refused to look at her, focusing intensely on the still liquid in his cup. The pain in this revelation was mutual. 

“Mr. Silva, did you go to aquariums when you were younger?”

“For missions.”

“What about on your own?”

“What would be the purpose of that?”

“I don’t know, to see the animals. To learn about them.”

“What use would learning about these animals do? If there is no time that I’ll be within their biome it would do nothing for me to retain this information.”

“Isn’t it nice to just be in awe though? To just fathom loosely about the world we barely have begun to discover?”

The image of their excited face illuminated by the tank was the moment Silva’s first felt that emotion. It reminded him of meeting Kikyo, of having his heir, of establishing a budding lineage. He learned that feeling was better not left ignored for it could very well determine the safety of the ones he felt it for. 

He’s seen it in his children, in all his children, so he could only see what he could control spiraling for the others. He could only think about the repercussions for when they returned home. There’d be no way to cull it easily; with you being literal dimensions apart.

Kikyo’s sulking stopped abruptly her hands folding to sit on her lap.

“Perhaps there is a way to bring them without breaking the rules.”

Blue eyes look at her expectantly.

“The Zoldyck’s have not encountered anyone worthy enough to consider adoption.”

“Adoption?”

“Yes, the process hasn’t been used within the family before…if it were to be implemented–” There was something hopeful within her voice and a twitch of a smile on Silva’s lip. 

“Then the rules that qualify the one adopted would be entirely up to the head of the family.” 

Silva attempted to resist the smile that spread across his face, as he leaned back onto his hand. How apparent would it be that their host had such an impact on them since they left the mansion? But even so, this was proof that they should have their host after all. 

“I’ll have to check with Zeno…but perhaps it might be a veritable solution.”

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You were glad you spent the night before sobbing your heart out. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to smile through the Zoldyck’s goodbyes. Granted none of them, except for Kalluto and Alluka, were even close to shedding a single tear. Nonetheless, you hugged them all trying to calm yourself. 

The otherworldly energy spewing from the portal never made you nervous before and yet your hair was standing on end. Your tolerance for fearful situations had decreased significantly as you got to know the Zoldyck family but it never completely went away. You weren’t an idiot. 

They were a family of assassins. 

It’s foolish not to expect threats on your life at every other turn. But this had an effect on you on a deeper level than that. This was more unsettling. 

Was it the amount of place-holding spirits killed during their stay? Or the physical planet of this dimension lurching as it coughed up one of the most murderous families to stay here? Or was there something wrong with the integrity of the dimension itself?

You were tethered to the realm and it was tethered to you. For the most part, it only means you have a loose idea of what’s to come with the weather or an effect on a guest’s actions. But in times of dire situations, you’ve had the world reach out to you. At this point, you were already looking for a sign. 

But that wasn’t your main focus not when the younger ones were keeping you occupied. Hanging on your arms were Alluka and Killua; the latter was playfully mirroring the former. 

“Aw (Y/n)! We’ll miss you so much!”

“Yeah! We’ll miss you soooo much!”

“Ah Killua at least you could pretend to be serious about this.”

Spying Kalluto a ways off clutching the vase you had made him you gave him a small smile. 

“This relocation didn’t turn out to be a complete waste.” 

Milluki spoke up, unabashed as he pulled along a cart of all his anime and gaming memorabilia. You could see the invisible sneers of disgust from majority of the family, Killua didn’t even bother hiding his. 

“For once I’d agree,” Illumi chimed sending a bottomless look in your direction. “There were plenty of…unexpected trades to learn in a world devoid of hunters.”

“Thank you?” You shrugged.

Zeno let out a chuckle putting a thoughtful hand on your back. 

“I think all of us in the Zoldyck family have learned quite a bit.” You had to fight the tears now.

“For that we thank you.”

The entirety of the Zoldyck family bowed to you, leaving you to fight tears at the demonstration of respect and love they had for an average-dimensional host. Fanning at the water building up in your eyes you bowed and thanked them yourselves.

“You guys! Get over here and give me hugs!” 

You made sure to hug every member of the family even if they made unsettling comments as you did Milluki. 

Getting the timing perfectly right the portal opened to its full size, the electric blue illuminating everyone’s faces. You could smell the atmosphere of the Kukuroo mountain and the forest upon it. All that was left to do was for them to enter. 

“Alright now as stated before time has only been an hour in your world. Now you will be coming down from the sky but I’m sure you all will manage.”

“Thank you for everything (Y/n).”

You bowed your head to the patriarch missing the devious glint in his eyes.

“Of course.” 

Starting with Silva they each dove into the portal, leaving you to stand by yourself in the field of sunflowers selected as a gateway. Turning away from the flashing portal you could finally address the world’s message for you. The surrounding grass began to lay down unnaturally, spelling out a word. 

“They–”

You bent to down watching as the green blades folded into more words, filling your heart with trepidation as it spelled slowly.

“--will not–”

The blades continued to fold slowly as the sunflower stems frantically sprouted from the ground. Not bothering to wriggle free from the stems wrapping around your wrists, you tried to hurry the world’s spelling. Why did you feel like you needed to rush?

“-let you go–? Wait what the he-” 

Before you could finish a translucent, glowing, and golden dragon, like one from Japanese folklore came out of the portal. Wrapping around your entire body it skillfully carried you into the shrinking portal. Only stopping for a short time to wriggle free of the sunflowers that were simultaneously pulling at your limbs.

Now on the other side of the portal, you were being pulled backward. Your front looking at the endless sky watching the portal shrink and close, slicing the desperately reaching sunflowers and their stems. 

Something within you seemed to break but before you could dwell on that you finally tried to register what was going on.

“AHHHHH!”

Diving with you in it’s coil the dragon was rocketing in the direction of a mansion. All you could do was hold tight as the dragon slowed to a stop. Gently letting you lie on the floor, taking a moment to ground yourself you barely registered the booming voice.

“Congratulations (Y/n), you’ve been inducted into the Zoldyck Family.”

“W-what?”

“As the adopted of the Zoldyck, you’re duty to the family is to be protected and to participate in the family to the best of your limited abilities.”

“Wait—”

“Per your lack of Zoldyck blood, your title as the adopted is willing to change for the family’s convenience.”

“HOLD ON!” You stood up fully holding your shaking hands out as you began to process what this would mean. Before you can get a word in Kikyo runs up to you, shoving your head into her chest as she rocks your unsteady form. 

“Rejoice my (Y/n)! Now for all the care you’ve given us, we get to take care of you!”

“Mother, you’ll smother them.”

“Ah big brother, don’t need to get jealous I’m sure you’ll get your turn.”

“I know that.” 

Unable to speak or look too far away, you felt Alluka and Kalluto grab at your pant legs. No doubt they glared at one another as they vied for your attention.

“(Y/n)!” ”(Y/n)!”

Being no help at all Killua wasn’t too far behind, ”Oi don’t hog them all.”

Whether it was the exhaustion of dimensional travel or losing air within your mother Kikyo’s breast. Beginning to lose consciousness you could barely make out the ghost of a smile on Silva’s face. Zeno withheld no courtesy, smiling happily as he turned away.

After all, you were home with them. Where you belonged. 

Surely the Zoldyck family could handle the dimensional repercussions of claiming their host.

[hinakazino]

Marriage || Killua/Reader

summary: killua and you are finally joined in holy communion, but he feels that it's not enough. he still has one last thing he has to do to make sure you don't run from him. (Killua is aged up here, he is an adult, 18+! This is part 2! For "Love?")

warning: yandere themes, forced relationship (?), gaslighting (from killua & towards yourself), forced marriage, toxic family (zoldycks are a warning), manipulation, forced/tricked pregnancy, toxic stuff everywhere.

The following day you had woken up as usual, but you were accompanied with a heavy weight on your shoulders. You softly jolted as you felt the bed dip beside you as Killua had arose in bed, softly wrapping his arms around your waist.

He gently leaned against you, his face squishing into yours as he snuggled with you. "Today's that day," he said, with a bright smile. Yeah, it is, you thought nervously, the previous nights event still vividly in your mind.

Killua didn't say much as he saw the smile painted on your face and got up, "we gotta get ready!" he said cheerily giving you a kiss on the cheek before getting up from bed. It was almost like old times you thought, almost like the Killua I knew.

The day went on normally, except there was clearly a more livelier feel to the halls of the Zoldyck mansion. Which although shouldn't be a big deal, was, because the Zoldyck's rarely had guests. Also, because they were a family of assassins meaning they had strict privacy standards.

Truthfully, the festive mood had begun yesterday, it was in full swing now. With guests already pouring in just before lunch time. Many of these guests were family members of Zoldyck servants, Killua's mothers family, his fathers family, and of course, Gon, Kurapika, Leorio, and, you couldn't believe it but Hisoka too?

Clearly they've been expecting a wedding for quite some time, you thought. Honestly it wasn't a surprise, after all Killua's father didn't care to hide his birthing agenda for you. It made you wonder whether anyone in this family actually saw you in a normal light.

Before you could even say a word to the guests though, you were ushered by maids into a room. A wedding dress and veil had been chosen by you a week ago, the one you were now currently dressed into. The wedding was to be quick, that much was obvious.

In around an hour you were ready to walk down the aisle, with none other than Killua's brother, Illumi. Illumi hadn't said anything, he just looked at you with an endearing smile and helped by brushing some of your hair behind your ear.

The large wooden doors were parted by servants to reveal a beautiful scenery outside. A beautiful floral stone decorated floor, filled with guests. There were many white clothed tables with food, gifts were already piled on one end of the area, and everything was all surrounded by the Zoldyck's lovely garden now decorated with ribbons, flowers, and stars.

You walked with Illumi down the soft creamy white carpet sprinkled with petals by Alluka, your chosen flower girl. You smiled as this was a celebratory occasion, albeit the pressure and the feeling of being trapped.

The wedding still turned out amazing. As when you had finally approached Killua he was already crying. It made your heart flutter, this was the man I love, you smiled at the thought, giggling slightly.

The hired priest went on and on for what felt like forever, while saying your vows your mind was in a haze. Killua could tell from your eyes how your mind had seemingly drifted off. Only to snap back into focus when Gon came holding the rings.

Killua trusted Gon with two roles that night, right hand man and ring bearer. He saw no other person quite as fit. Soon Killua grabbed your hand, softly slipping on the ring as you did the same.

The wedding was sealed with a kiss between you two, as you broke away and stared at Killua you couldn't help feeling joy. Maybe things were rushed but you genuinely loved him, you thought. You watched as Killua was hugged by Gon tightly, and as they both laughed.

The wedding went on fairly normal, music was played and a dance floor was set. Cake was served and champagne popped. You were introduced to many guests by Killuas father and you didn't fail to notice how he called you his daughter-in-law. It was quite heart warming seeing the whole Zoldyck family seem so ordinary.

Last on the agenda was a big feast, as you sat next to Killua with his family and later his friends. There was a lot on the menu with curry, to sushi, to baked goods, and drinks that were clearly all of high quality. It felt great to down one of your favorite drinks Killua passed to you, the Zoldyck's do consider my requests they're amazing, you thought in a frenzy to yourself.

As the wedding night came to a close guests were ushered off Zoldyck property. All the Zoldycks came to show them off. Killua had given Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio hugs as they smiled wishing him the best of luck. You thanked many of the guests who left through the large doors out front, taking care to show appreciation and waved Gon and the others away. The night had gone from festive to calm, which was a surprising mood for you as often the zoldyck family was quite serious. Especially when all in the same room, tension could be high and only small talk would be made. Today was clearly different as with a bright smile Silva Zoldyck had wished you both the most splendid tonight.

After taking his wife's hand as she giggled at his romantic gesture. Your in-laws left following soon, with Alluka giving you one last hug and Illumi giving Killua one small nod that you caught in the corner of your eye. Don't know what that's about, you thought.

You and Killua retired to your rooms soon after, changed and got comfortable. You just hopped onto your shared bed exhausted, stretching your arms out and yawning. "Great day yeah?" Killua asked, laying down beside you with a smile. You smiled back, nodding, "it was a wonderful day," you replied cupping his face with one hand, turning to fully face him. You took your time examining his face, those pretty white locks framed him so beautifully. The gentle shining in his sea blue eyes, and his little curve of a smile as your thumb brushed his bottom lip.

The night proceeded to be a blur, you remember initiating the kiss, your lips pressing against his as you both began to melt into one another. Then, you began to feel yourself grow semi-conscious. You felt yourself filled with pleasure, sounds falling from your lips as you chanted his name over and over. Your hands tightly wound the sheets beneath you but just as much let go to relax as your eye lids grew heavy for a moment before becoming aware again of the heat surrounding your body. Killua was above you, his hair now messy, kissing you and whispering how much he loved you, that this would be ideal for the future.

Then you found yourself wide awake the next day, you weren't alarmed no. It was a lovely night, it's a shame I can't remember well, you thought. As the soreness began to hit you and you noticed how you still had some bruises from your love making session.

You felt like you'd finally gained peace, that nothing could be better than this moment. It was just right, but you hadn't really thought it through fully. It was all very suspicious, you just let it all fly under your brain because the night was going so positively well.

What you hadn't realized was what Killua's words truly meant, that he had planned everything previously, and that all Zoldyck's knew about it. No, you didn't connect the dots, it didn't even cross your mind until a month later when your period was much later than usual. When you were standing in the bathroom, in a state of shock as everything crashed down on you. Realization hit you like a brick, you were pregnant, but how? You'd took every precaution so far, and-- oh, but did you during that night when you weren't fully aware of what it was you were doing?

There was only one explanation, your first night with him. Everything began to fall into place, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as Killua knocked on the bathroom door. "Hmm? Y/n is something wrong? Open up! Come on!!" The drink. The nod. The bed. Talking about your boundaries. Everything you'd planned out for that night you'd forgotten about. Shaken by the previous night to your wedding, and you being unable to execute your rights the night of your wedding. It couldn't just be purely coincidence. It all fell into place as when you turned the door knob and revealed the test to Killua. He did not looked shocked at all, rather happily relieved and slightly sinister as he gave you as kiss. "This is going to be awesome! Don't worry y/n, I'll take care of you forever!" Killua said, his eyes glimmering albeit holding your now shaking hands.

Forgive me for taking so long. :,)

© 2023 by Hinakazino, do not translate/edit/claim or use my work in any form.

[teddy-yandere]

Platonic Yandere! Zoldyck Family x Reader

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A / N = Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I did not proofread this. Please read my bio before requesting, and make sure that my requests are open or else your request will be deleted. Enjoy <3

«★»———- HXH Adult Trio Masterlist

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★ When you were first born , Silva and Kikyo made the easy decision to not raise you to be a assassin. ( Silva thought that you were too weak , and Kikyo just wanted to have you all to herself ). That being said , you were raised away from the whole “ must become a assassin “ vibe of the house. Instead you would spend you days with mainly Kikyo ( you mother ) .

★ It did doesn’t matter what your gender is , Kikyo loves to dress you up in fancy outfits.

★ Because you are so precious to the family , I can imagine Silva and Illumi being extremely strict over everything you can , and can’t do . Illumi is the type of guy who hovers over you shoulder watching everything you do with his blinking black eyes. He stares at you so much that sometimes you swear that you can feel someone staring at you in the middle of the night. While you are in bed .

★ Before you even ask - yes Illumi gets very jealous of his siblings whenever you hang out with them- especially Killua, instead of him. Illumi will happily let you sleep in his bed at night , when it rains ( or if you have a nightmare ) because he knows that you feel safe with him.

★ He will happily hum you a soft song and rub your back to comfort you whenever you have a nightmare

★ Milluki is the type of guy who would typically charge his other family members for his services - but not you. In fact , I am pretty sure that you are the only meme we if the family who is “ nice to him “. Similarly to the rest of his family , he feels a sort of obligation to take care of you.

★ That being said , he will happily monitor all of your social media accounts , and eliminate any of your online friends who he feels you two are getting “ to close “ to each other.

★ Zeno is definitely a more laid back yandere compared to the others.

★ He honestly prefers to stick to spoiling you , and trying to make sure that you know that what the family is doing for you is good. Since the moment you were born , Zeno made sure to get in your good side ( by buying you ice cream whenever you wanted ). That way , you would follow his rules. Now that I think about it , Zeno and Kikyo are very similar in many ways. They both love spoiling you. <3

★ Killua is extremely clingy to you. Because he is a little spoiled,he will basically demand your time. Whenever you were little , Killua would love to boss you around ( in a playful way ). When he is older , he definitely loves to protect you from any else. Remeber how I said that Illumi gets jealous of Killua ?… well yeah.

★ The two brothers are basically in a emotional battle to be your favorite. Let’s just say that they get very competitive. Poor Alluka has to try to drag you away from their mess.

★ I got too lazy to finish this

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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3

Have a nice Day / Night ~

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Killua Relationship Headcanons

As soon, as I step out of a format, believe me I´m struggling. So, I already know, that I will also struggle quite badly with this one. Though, I´m sure I will find my way around this one as well.

What I´m looking at is a request from a darling anon, who requested relationship headcanons for Killua, in response of me posting the yandere headcanons. So, I will have to take another look at this boy and figure out how he would act as well in this particular situation.

Well, that´s surely going to piece of cake, won´t it...

Killua Relationship Headcanons

He was very likely the driving force behind getting this relationship started → very picky who he talks too, or even which names he remembers

Because of something like this, he wouldn´t even realize if you were the one flirting with him

This could become very funny (at least to me), if you´re oblivious

A bit of a bastard to you

Tends to pick on you quite a bit → all in good faith, even though some of his comments tend to turn into a mean direction

Hilariously enough, it´s how he tries to show you affection → bit of Kindergarten-Logic that one

Still very attentive and attuned to you → knows when he hurt you and apologizes, also aware when something seems to be stressing you out

He is aware of what you´re feeling

This will cause, by the way, as many problems as it´s solves

Because he somewhat expects you to be attuned to him in the same way

Which means he rarely talks about hat he feels, and just thinks you will know what he feels without him telling you

It´s like pulling teeth when you try talking emotions with him as well... good luck...

Someone who shares food with you

Another way he tries to show you affection → like I said very much like 5 year old...

Say goodbye to an evening at home → wants to see new stuff whenever he can and enjoys sharing the experience with his partner

You better get along with Gon and Alluka

Otherwise he will drop you without hesitation (their opinion means everything to him) → later yours will as well

Actually takes a lot of input from you

Tends to remember your likes and dislikes very well

Will show this very off-handedly (probably not even actively memorizing anything)

Has a habit of losing himself in his relationships

You NEED to ask him every now and then for his opinion and separate the two of you into individual people, instead of being one

Needs someone who can slow him down every now and again → he´s always alert, all the time, it will burn him out someday

Don´t sweep him along → he needs the space, otherwise he will be lost!

Hilariously enough, a bit of a gentleman → tends to walk on the side wherever the road is, like he bodily puts himself between the road and you

In general tends to put himself bodily between any perceived danger and you → also something that seems to happen unconsciously

Also the first one that will pull you away from some things

Likes to keep you in sight of him → a strong tendency to let you decide where to go, or to simply point over you shoulder when he wants to go somewhere specific

Not big on PDA → will hold your hand, sure, but please don´t kiss him, yeah the hug is also fine

Terrible at communication → never tells you anything

Doesn´t mean he is good at keeping secrets though... → he will share it before you know it with Gon or Alluka

Their secrets are also shared with you though Still, there is always some understanding between the two of you and he always tries to make sure that you know that he loves you. He understands your actions and your words and knows that you know him well enough to understand him as well. He is someone, that will try to make the relationship work. And with a little bit of cooperation, you two will make bond, that could last a lifetime.

[akiraiscute]

Yandere!Brother!Killua X Sister!Reader

Tw ; literally gore, yandere shit, Spoilers for Season 5 & maybe season 6 (mentions of alluka.)

this is fully Platonic relationship between killua and reader, i will not add romanticism in any of my stories/one-shots of where its siblings.

You didn’t even know what could off happened, you were just following Killua and Gon and their new friend kite, well you think new friend into the NGL. you really didn’t get why they were fighting these creatures yet you didn’t mind, it was fun watching. You get to learn kite’s ability and Kite seemed fun as well! You watched Killua and Gon fight, maybe or not admiring them as they fought.. but it was fun watching them and fighting them yourself as well! Well kinda fighting them, it seemed like Killua kept complaining about it sorta and he seemed a bit pissed off at anything that actually put a hand to you really which honestly seemed weird to you but you didn’t question it as he was your brother! You wouldnt dare question your brother..

The cool new scythe weapon that kite could spawn was cool! Like really cool, you admired his abilities and found him nice.. Kite was really cool as well! Now knowing he will be helping gon find his dad more faster which is always super cool!! Well at least you found it cool, you don’t know about your brother but Killua seemed fine with kite and you trusted his judgement, you always do. You followed gon and killua, kite in front until he stopped and everything went down.. there was another chimera ant, this one seemed more power than each other one.. which concerned you three but when you saw kite’s arm flying you knew to get ready to fight or at least get ready to run off until you saw killua hit gon in the back of the neck and.. you? Killua grabbed gon and you.. and.. and ran.

When you woke up, you were leaning against a tree where you had your head on killua’s shoulder.. You saw gon still knocked out, you looked at killua as he looked at his lap and kept thinking without even realizing you were awake, you didn’t blame him. After literally what you guys just saw, it would.. be sorta hard to take it as Kite just got hurt and you knew Killua would be worrying about making the right decision but you kinda thought it was as literally kite said to leave him behind if anything happens as he would do the same to you three so it was the right decision right? You sighed as you leaned against the tree again and looking up into the sky until you heard a car which you and killua looked ahead to the chairmen and two other guys?… You seemed confused as they talked to killua but you didn’t really seem to pay attention to it until Killua finally noticed that you were awake and grabbed gon.

“{N/N}(Nickname), come.. come on.”

Killua muttered, his own voice shaky. He didn’t know why exactly but it was and you didn’t even question it one bit, You stood up and walked to the car and got in the back and so did he. He laid gon down gently as he watched you also sit down on the ground, close to gon and he almost eyed you like a hawk for no real reason other than he was worried really.. Killua sat down a bit and tried to relax as his mood got a bit too sour for him, he sighed quietly. Mainly not to make any noises that could bother you as well which he didn’t really wanna bother you after what you both just saw, Killua still can’t just believe he ran off like that but the aura around that creature.. it just.. made his skin crawl. He didn’t know why either but he doesn’t wanna think about it at all as it would sour his mood even more. He tried to think about you and alluka, but mainly about you as you were with him right now.. he just felt off about it. Until gon woke up of course..

He looked at gon as Gon looked around and got confused. Before Gon looked upset, he hated seeing his best friend upset but he bit his tongue to keep quiet as Gon looked at him and you. Before the lady with the gum in her mouth and pink hair spoke..

“Kite wouldn’t want you guys to be upset about this you know.”

She was right, like really right, You didn’t know why she was but she was honestly. From little you know about kite and his group, they seem all nice as well.. but from what you know about kite which is not much but he wouldn’t want you three just to be upset about this. He would wanted you guys to at least try to find him or just fight, You looked at your brother, Killua and gon and smiled as you watched gon’s upset look fade away as quickly as it come to exist.. You liked it when Gon was okay, you liked it when killua was okay. You loved it when they were both happy and okay, which always made you smile as you knew that they aren’t hurt in the slightest way really but Maybe. Just maybe gon was.. emotionally hurt, you don’t know really but it seemed like that honestly ..

Hii!! Im back, i was jst posting more on my other acc bc it has been doing good😭 but, ima try to post more and more!! Im so sorry my butterflies!! But get ready to have a lot of stories🫶

— Akira signing off!

[narrators-journal]

Just found your tumblr and your HXH works! Reading the yandere! Killua with reader being like an older sibling to him got me back into the anime. Do you have any more headcanons about that? Sorry if that doesn’t make sense!

Heya! I'm honored my writing got you back into hxh, but it's been a hot while since I've written for it so sorry if this is rusty or repetitive, I haven't thought of killua as a yandere in a hot while. I tried to spice it up a bit with some further elaboration and some thoughts, I hope these are fun!

Killua has toxic siblings, so his baseline for brotherly or sisterly love is insanely warped.

Because of this, he's not really looking for any new bonds. He has Gon, he's fine.

yet, he's pretty young, so he can't avoid getting attached to others forever.

Though, his treatment of a Darling will depend somewhat on the Darling's gender.

it wouldn't happen too often, but when he does bond with a male Darling, he turns into an annoying baby brother. Insults, snide remarks, slightly mean pranks, generally being annoying.

When it comes to female Darlings and potential sister figures, Killua becomes insanely protective.

Not because of Alluka, that level of protectiveness comes out with a sister figure who is younger than him.

With someone older than him who he's attached to, the anxiety goes from a general safety concern, to specifically a worry over Illumi or his siblings finding out about them.

Normally the worry would be about mainly Illumi finding his platonic Darling, but he also makes sure to keep a close eye on Milluki as well. Just in case the shut in sibling decides Killua's Darling is 'waifu material'.

While he also keeps any potential big brothers away from his birth family, that's mostly so Illumi or his parents don't murder him. Big sisters are kept away in case they're betrothed off to his older siblings. Or worse, himself.

Killua would sooner kill his own Darling than have his mother or father betroth her to him.

Mostly because male or female, any potential Darling is viewed as strictly a sibling and not a potential partner, and also because male or female, they'd be forced to go into the same horrid training he grew up with to 'become a part of the family'

[syerra-637]

🌙 Old masterlist

The writings are really bad, forgive me. In all honesty I thought about deleting them or at least putting them in private, but there are people who liked them and reblogged them so I tried to put things into perspective and tell myself that I have still evolved and that these are a trace of my evolution.

Twisted wonderland

Floyd Leech general headcanon (male reader)

Yandere Rook with an s/o who think they're ugly

When the dream ended (drabble of king Malleus)

How they help you to study (dorm leader)

Rough day (Leona, Lilia, Malleus, Jade and Floyd)

Hug with octavinel trio

Y/n is interest by dragons

Vil with a tomboy s/o

Yandere!Vil and Yandere!Rook with a beautiful s/o

Firefly's glow: a nighttime tale (Malleus Draconia)

Vil's little sister being in a relationships with Idia

Taking care of their sick!s/o (Azul + Ruggie)

Their girlfriend snuck into their bed overnight (Kalim, Malleus, Riddle, Floyd)

You slap Leona's ass | Pt2 (Crowley and Crewel's pov)

Idia with a chubby s/o

Watch a Disney movie with him (Leona, Azul and Leona)

Watching an horror movie (Vil + Jamil)

Black butler

Meeting Vincent Phantomhive

Hunter x Hunter God these are particularly bad

Shooting stars (drabble with Killua)

Alluka's lover Pt1 | Pt2 (Alluka and reader have the same age)

Vinland Saga

The secret of destiny (canute x mysterious!fem reader)

General headcanon for Thorfinn

Jujutsu Kaisen

His queen (drabble: sukuna and his wife) | Cherry Blossoms (Pt2 of his queen)

Baki

Biscuit Oliva general headcanon

Spy x Family

Forger family's general headcanon (platonic, reader is an another child in the family)

Yuri and an affectionate s/o

Having an argument about one of your coworker (Jealous!Yuri Briar)

Ghibli studio

Howl's jealously headcanon

Disney

Denahi general headcanon

Kuzco general headcanon

Jealous Kuzco headcanon

Kuzco with a strong s/o

Kuzco with a protective s/o

Camilo Madrigal and fem s/o (drabble)

My oc

Obsessed yandere ceo | Original idea

Yandere actor

[animeyanderelover]

Request: Can I request for Illumi, Pakunoda, Kurapika, Feitan, Pokkle from HXH and Aki and Makima from CSM with a tragic darling? Who was cursed to have a miserable and devastating existence? Who is forced to go through horrifying tragedies over and over again? And is destined to die a horrific and miserable death either by outside force, or the yandere themselves killing them and has no way to stop it?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, overprotective behavior, paranoia, isolation, abduction, violence, mentions of darling's death, suicidal behavior

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59 @hyakki-yosai

S/o is cursed with a miserable life

Kurapika Kurta

⛓️​It is your curse that has bought you into the clutches of Kurapika but even as you are stuck with him, your life doesn't end up being safer or more peaceful. Tragedies and accidents haunt you no matter where you hide or run to and the curse bestowed upon your life pushes Kurapika's mind quickly over the edge. His own sanity deteriorates at a rate he would have never expected as he fails over and over again to protect you from the fate that is inevitable for you. He doesn't believe your words, doesn't believe that an early death is the only outcome for your life. His eyes glow a scarlet red whenever you even utter those words as he blames you for having given up far too easily. His hunt of the Phantom Troupe is joined by a desperate pursuit for an exorcise who can remove the curse that has been cast upon you yet he is plunged into dark despair whenever they fail to shatter the fate that gets closer every day. The paranoia festers into an untamable beast as his hold on you tightens, his fear growing that one day you will slip through his fingers and he will lose you forever. Hatred, desperation and fear burn his eyes red, a colour that will forever stay with them the moment your fate catches up with you.

Pokkle

🏹​It is obsession that ties Pokkle forever to you yet he has been hurt more times than he has experienced the bliss that he once daydreamed about would come with a life with just the two of you. Your fate is one of suffering and heartbreak, your time on this earth limited. Pokkle has been witness to so many horrifying accidents and tragedies you have gone through and has never left any of them without bruises and scars all because he always shields you with his body to ensure that nothing happens to you. Mentally and physically he is shot. His hair is tousled, heavy eyebags rest under his eyes and he is constantly covered in bruises and wounds all because he is more than just desperate to protect you. At night he is too terrified to even sleep, dreads that you will pass away if he allows himself even a minute of rest. His emotions are all over the place, his sleep-deprived brain unable to function. In one moment he is sobbing in your arms that you can't leave him, in the next he's chaining you up with a hysterical look in his eyes. The moment everything happens as you have always known, he will fall into a deep depression where he will neglect himself until his weak body gives up on him.

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎​Illumi is someone who believes himself to be in the right to own you and control you. It is the very curse of your existence that threatens this claim that he believes himself to have. You are kept separated from the rest of the clan much like Alluka as tragedies of yours should not befall the rest of the family. Only the butlers are there to protect you from yourself and only Illumi is the one who is allowed to converse with you at all. He denies you even the freedom of speaking that everything will be useless in the end as there is on force on earth that could save you, punishes you for speaking those words. He searches everywhere for an exorcist who will be able to release you of the curse you are in yet one after the other lets him down, their constant failures only being paid with their death in return as their existence is from that moment on of no worth for Illumi. Unable to control your life like he normally always does with his needles, Illumi finds himself filled with emotions that have his focus wavering, something that has never happened before. The moment you are no more he will move on with his life yet the memory of yours will be from that day on the curse haunting him.

Feitan Portor

☠️​There nothing to be gained from keeping you yet it is your defeated mindset that agitates him more than anything. It is clear that you have already given up and resigned yourself to your fate yet for Feitan this won't do. You are not allowed to wallow in self-pity whilst putting him through so much trouble. He will make you suffer somehow and if it is the last thing that he will do. Feitan refuses to give you over to your cursed fate, rebells against it as he hunts down everyone who may be able to break you free from the life that you are otherwise doomed to live. His patience is of no saint though as all threads snap whenever a failure happens and he lets out his growing frustration on those who failed his expectations. You are his. You are not allowed to die an early death that he has no control over. You aren't supposed to die already. The agitation, the helplessness, that he is put through as he slowly has to understand that there is indeed seemingly nothing he can do is guaranteed to drive him mad. Perhaps ending your life through his own hands is the only way for him to exhibit a semblance of control over your existence. It will not bring him any joy though. Only a memory to forever torment him.

Pakunoda

💘​Denial will not bring you very far nor will it bring Pakunoda very far. She is quick to understand that there is nothing she is able to do after trying and failing to figure out a way or to find a person who could ensure your survival. Even with all the connections and information that she has with her own Nen abilities as well as the Phantom Troupe there is nothing that she can do nor is there anyone else out there who could do anything to help you to lead a normal life. It is this knowledge that breaks her heart. The moment she accepts that though she decides that there is no reason for her to hold back with her own obsession. Time is ticking for you after all and it is ticking fast which leaves her with no time to take everything slow with you. Your own cursed fate leads Pakunoda to the decision to not hold anything back at all and to indulge in you as long as there is still time. She will not be denied the fleeting time that you have left on this earth. She herself comes to the conclusion that she will end your life at the end herself, giving you perhaps the most merciful death that you could have gotten. She will never be able to move on nor will she allow herself to do so though.

Hayakawa Aki

💙​Perhaps it is his own cursed fate that has led him to find you and has also guided him to fall in love with you. Aki's own life is marked with nothing but tragedies and failure so your fading existence seems to be the cherry on top of everything. What was he thinking, believing that he could do something right with the only person he has ever loved as intensely? Your past, your present and your future all shatter him as the facade he tries to put on so desperately around you shatters. Deep down Aki is after all still a boy who has never gotten over the pain of losing his entire family in one flashing moment. No words could describe what he is feeling as he sheds tears of frustration and fear, unable to breathe properly as he clings to you. Is this really it? Is this how your life is going to end? Is this how his life is going to end? Without a single memory that can be just happy without the stain of death and sorrow? Aki comes to genuinely hate his existence and curse whatever gods exist up there for putting him through so much, for the fact that they will even take you from him. The only thing he can do though is focus on his revenge after you are gone until he too will die full of misery and regret.

Makima

⛓️​What an anomaly you are. Makima is the Control Devil, the entire premise of her very existence is that she is the conductor who manipulates everyone. Yet she cannot control you. Your life is slipping right through her hands like sand as she can't hold on to it as you are cursed to die live and die in misery. In a way you are the very embodiment of everything she wants to get rid of as a world without pain, curses and death would be the ideal world for you. As of now she still hasn't achieved that goal of hers though and your time is ticking away. Still, she expresses no visible sorrow or grief even though she knows all about your fate. She doesn't know what it feels like after all, unable to react emotionally. Instead she searches for ways to keep you alive even if she has to use nonorthodox methods that might destroy the very core of your humanity. You will dangle within her chains one way or another and she doesn't care what methods and sorcery she has to resort to. She almost revels in the sensations she feels once you pass away though her goals aren still the same. She preserves your body, keeps it as she waits for a chance to bring you back. She will not tolerate her loss of control over you.

[miyukis-writings]

— Bound by Silk and Shadows. [III]

pairing. ilumi zoldyck x (insert oc)

summary. In a quiet village, she runs a humble café, serving customers with a serene smile, unaware that she has captured the interest of one of the deadliest assassins alive. Ilumi Zoldyck, cold and emotionless, finds himself drawn to her—an anomaly in his carefully calculated world. She does not flinch under his piercing gaze, does not cower in fear like others do. And that intrigues him. What starts as silent observation soon spirals into obsession. He watches from the shadows, memorizing her every move, ensuring no one else dares to lay claim to what is his. Even Hisoka, ever the provocateur, finds amusement in Ilumi’s growing fixation. But Ilumi is not a man of patience. If she won’t come to him willingly… he may just have to take her. After all, a rare treasure should be kept safe—locked away, where no one else can touch.

tags. yandere ; kidnapping, manipulation ; friends to lovers ; eventual smut (will be tagged accordingly).

a.n. i imagine that she had a very long, silken hair cascaded down her back like flowing silver under the moonlight, carrying subtle hues of midnight blue at the tips. her skin, pale and luminous. her eyes, deep and enigmatic, mirrored the night sky—silver with flecks of stardust. her nose was delicate and well-defined, complementing the soft curve of her high cheekbones. her lips, naturally flushed with a faint rose hue. xoxo miyuki

status. on-going // prologue, chapter 1, chapter 2

The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth from the earlier rain. Ilumi walked in silence, Hisoka trailing beside him with a lazy grin stretching across his face. The dim lanterns along the village streets flickered, casting long shadows that twisted with every breeze.

“Such a quiet little place,” Hisoka mused, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I can see why you like it. Peaceful, isn’t it? Almost makes me want to settle down.”

Ilumi cast him a sidelong glance. “You wouldn’t last a week.”

Hisoka chuckled, unbothered. “True. I get bored far too easily. But you… you don’t, do you?”

Ilumi didn’t answer. Hisoka was perceptive in ways that were inconvenient.

Ilumi walked in silence, his thoughts swirling like ink in water, murky and unreadable even to himself. The quiet village streets stretched before him, bathed in the dim glow of lanterns. Hisoka strolled beside him, still grinning to himself, as if recalling something particularly amusing.

"You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?" Hisoka mused, his tone playfully knowing.

Ilumi’s gaze remained forward. "She is irrelevant."

Hisoka chuckled, a deep, rolling sound. "Mmm, but she is interesting, don’t you think? Not a single crack in that facade. No fear. No intrigue. Just… neutrality."

Ilumi said nothing. That was precisely what unsettled him. His presence should have meant something to her. Fear, curiosity, even mild wariness—any of those would have been logical responses. Yet, she had given him nothing. Not even a second glance as they left.

He had no use for things he didn’t understand. And yet, he was drawn back to the thought of her, much like a moth to a flickering flame.

They walked in silence for a while before Ilumi’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He retrieved it, glancing at the caller ID before answering. The familiar voice of one of his family’s informants greeted him.

Without breaking stride, he retrieved it, bringing it to his ear.

"The mission is set," the voice on the other end was curt, professional—one of the handlers assigned by his father. "You are to depart at once. It is expected to take three months. Failure is not an option."

Ilumi barely reacted. Missions were nothing new. He did what was required, as he always had.

Yet, something in his chest tightened. Three months. Would she still be there when he returned? Would anything have changed? Ilumi listened without showing any reaction, but the sudden shift of his aura didn’t go past Hisoka which causes him to smirked slightly. “Details.”

“The target is a high-profile businessman who has been interfering with the family’s operations. Security will be tight, but nothing beyond your capabilities. Your father wanted you to be extra cautious while going for the target. So far as we know, he's a very strong Nen user.” Nen is a technique that allows a person to use and manipulate their life energy, or aura, to gain superhuman abilities. It is divided into several core principles and categories: Ten (纏) – Keeping aura around the body for defense and longevity.

Zetsu (絶) – Shutting off aura flow to hide presence but making one vulnerable.

Ren (練) – Releasing a large amount of aura to increase strength and power.

Hatsu (発) – The unique expression of one's Nen ability, tailored to their personality and Nen category.

Each Nen user belongs to one of six categories, determined by their innate aura type: Enhancement – Strengthens or improves the user’s body or objects.

Emission – Projects aura away from the body.

Manipulation – Controls objects or living beings.

Transmutation – Alters the properties of aura.

Conjuration – Creates objects out of aura.

Specialization – Unique abilities that don’t fit into other categories.

Ilumi absorbed the information in silence before ending the call without a farewell. He slipped the phone back into his pocket, his expression unreadable.

Hisoka tilted his head, watching Ilumi’s expression—or lack thereof. "Oh? You sound almost reluctant. That’s new."

"You talk too much," Ilumi said flatly, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

Hisoka’s smirk widened. "I’ll take that as a yes." Three Months Later The battlefield was a desolate stretch of land, a ruined outpost at the edge of a crumbling city. The building was high-up, the light coming from Yorknew City could still be seen from there. Faint traces of past conflicts lingered—scorched walls, shattered cobblestones, and the eerie silence that always followed bloodshed. The moon hung high, casting long, jagged shadows across the uneven terrain. Getting past through all the guards that’s protecting the target was an easy task for Ilumi himself. It didn’t take long for him to get past all of them with just his needle. A single strike straight to their skulls was all he needed. He doesn’t understand himself why he wanted to get his job done as soon as possible but for now, he shook off the thought away from his head and focused on killing the target as swiftly as possible.

Ilumi moved with measured steps, his expression as unreadable as ever. His target was near.

A figure suddenly emerged from the darkness—a seasoned fighter, cloaked in an aura of potent Nen. His golden eyes glowed with sharp intensity, his stance revealing years of battle-honed experience. This was not an easy kill.

"So, you’re the one they sent after me. Foolish."

With a surge of power, the man's Nen flared—coiling around him in thick, vibrant waves. He was an Enhancer, a warrior who thrived in direct combat. His fists clenched, the ground beneath him cracking as he propelled forward at blinding speed, aiming to crush Ilumi in a single strike.

Ilumi’s eyes remained devoid of emotion as he shifted his stance. In a mere instant, his form blurred—his speed surpassing human perception. His opponent’s punch whistled through empty space as Ilumi reappeared behind him, fingers poised with deadly precision.

With a flick of his wrist, several needles embedded into the enforcer’s back. The man jerked, his movements seizing up as his muscles stiffened involuntarily. But he fought through the paralysis, his sheer willpower allowing him to resist.

"Impressive," Ilumi murmured, his voice devoid of praise yet acknowledging the resistance.

The enforcer twisted, lashing out with a devastating punch infused with explosive Nen. Ilumi barely shifted, his body weaving through the attack with unnatural ease. With another flick of his hand, a final needle found its mark—straight into the base of the man’s skull.

The enforcer’s body froze completely, his energy abruptly dissipating. His eyes widened in horror as he realized—his body was no longer his to control.

Ilumi stepped forward, tilting his head slightly. "This is the difference between us."

With a mere thought, the enforcer collapsed, lifeless before he even hit the ground. The mission was complete. A slow clap echoed through the night, breaking the silence.

"Beautifully done," a familiar voice drawled.

Ilumi react to the voice behind him. He had sensed Hisoka’s presence before he had even spoken. The magician’s arrival was never subtle—not in presence, not in personality. Hisoka leaned lazily against a broken pillar, his ever-present smirk in place.

"You do have a flair for efficiency," Hisoka continued, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Though I must say, it lacks… excitement."Ilumi didn’t paid him any mind. He then pulled out his phone from his pocket and sent a single message to confirm the completion of the job. His part was done. The moment he put his phone back in the pocket of his pants, his mind wandered once again. This never happened to him before but somehow, ever since she came in his life, everything about him had change. He couldn’t help himself but to indulge himself into his own little thoughts just for this one time.

As he watched the frantic movement below, his thoughts started to get busy—wandering elsewhere.

To a quiet village.

To a dimly lit café.

To a girl who had looked at him as though he was just another customer. It was… bothersome. The thought had followed him through the entirety of his mission, lingering in the back of his mind like an unfinished thread. Her presence should have been insignificant—he should have discarded his curiosity the moment he left the village. And yet, it gnawed at him.

“Well, well~ You look lost in thought.” Hisoka landed gracefully beside him, his ever-present smirk stretching wide. “You’re usually so focused after a mission. Could it be that something is distracting you?”

Ilumi remained silent, but Hisoka’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “How rare. You, of all people, letting something linger in your mind. I wonder what could possibly be so intriguing.” Hisoka tilted his head, his tone lilting with curiosity. “Ah… or perhaps who?”

Ilumi finally turned to face him, his expression unreadable. “You followed me here?”

Hisoka chuckled. “Oh, don’t be so cold. I was simply nearby and thought I’d drop by~” He took a dramatic breath, as if savoring the lingering air of death. “Besides, watching you work is always such a delight.”

Ilumi ignored the comment. “What do you want?”

Hisoka grinned. “Must I have a reason? I enjoy watching interesting things unfold.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And I have a feeling you’re about to become very interesting.” Ilumi didn’t respond. Hisoka’s amusement was a nuisance, but not unexpected. The magician thrived on chaos and tension—on pushing people toward their limits just to see how they would react.

The thought of simply leaving crossed Ilumi’s mind, but Hisoka wasn’t finished. “You know,” he mused, stretching his arms, “I quite enjoyed our little café visit. Such a fascinating girl, don’t you think?” Ilumi’s fingers twitched slightly. It was the smallest reaction, nearly imperceptible—but Hisoka caught it. “Oh my~” Hisoka’s grin widened. “So that’s what’s on your mind.”

Ilumi turned away, dismissing him. “You’re imagining things.”

Hisoka only laughed, the sound light but filled with mischief. “Perhaps~ But you wouldn’t be standing here, lingering, if that were true.” He stepped closer, his voice taking on a more knowing edge. “You want to see her again.”

Ilumi didn’t answer. Because, for once, Hisoka wasn’t entirely wrong.

And that was precisely what bothered him the most. Ilumi ignored him, retrieving his needles with methodical precision. As he turned to leave, Hisoka’s gaze flickered with mischief.

"Oh, by the way," Hisoka drawled, stretching lazily. "The village you’re so interested in is preparing for a festival. Quite a grand one, it seems. Lanterns, performances, the whole charming affair."

Ilumi barely reacted, his expression unchanged. "I see." He was silent for a long moment. He was not one for festivals, nor for idle distractions. And yet… the notion of seeing her again, in an entirely different setting, was not entirely unwelcome.

Hisoka tilted his head, watching him with unbridled curiosity. “Thinking of attending?”

Ilumi’s gaze flickered toward him, impassive. “You seem unusually invested.”

Hisoka’s smirk widened. “Oh, I just enjoy seeing how things unfold. And if you happen to be intrigued, who am I to interfere?~”

Ilumi didn’t dignify him with a response. He turned away, stepping off the rooftop into the shadows, leaving Hisoka chuckling to himself behind him. The Day Before The Festival The village hadn’t changed. It was still the same quiet place with winding cobblestone paths, paper lanterns swaying with the evening breeze, and a sky stretched wide and starless.

But Ilumi’s eyes were drawn only to one thing—the café.

Warm light seeped through its windows, casting a familiar glow onto the streets. And inside, she was still there.

She hadn’t left.

He exhaled slowly, though he wasn’t sure why. Relief was not an emotion he should be experiencing. He told himself it was merely curiosity that had brought him back here so soon after completing his mission.

Yes. That was all it was.

He then took a close look around the village once again. It didn’t change that much, except for the decorative lantern being hung up, decorating the streets in a warm hue glow. Then his eyes caught a banner that was being hung across the street, painted with delicate brushstrokes. Festival of Lanterns (提灯祭り[chōchin matsuri]).

His sharp eyes scanned the details. A traditional dance. A shrine ceremony. The event will begun tomorrow evening. The expression on his face didn’t change but, deep in his mind, he sure looking forward to it.

Hisoka, who had been tailing him from behind, hummed in amusement. "How fortunate~ Looks like our dear little hostess has a role to play tonight."

Ilumi’s brows furrowed slightly. Hisoka’s words rang true. His eyes then turned towards the cafe before realizing. She’s not there. Where could she be? Ilumi wonders, why is the cafe still open despite not her not being there? The moment he reached for the door handle, he saw an unfamiliar face was serving the customers. An old woman in her 70’s was the one who’s serving the customer and yet, the soft smile painted on the old lady somehow reminded him of something—or rather, someone. The old lady’s smile looks similar to her soft smile. That’s probably her grandma… was the only thing played in his mind. He turned away, getting ready to leave the cafe before Hisoka’s words struck, “So, you really do want to see her~?” Ilumi paid him no mind and vanished into thin air. Hisoka’s smirked slightly. “How amusing~”

--- The village had begun to stir with the hum of festival preparations, the scent of freshly harvested flowers and burning incense weaving through the air. Lanterns of vibrant colors hung from every storefront and home, their glow promising warmth against the coming night. The townspeople bustled about, decorating, arranging, and chattering excitedly about the Festival of Lanterns.

Among them, she stood quietly, her delicate hands skillfully tying strings of paper lanterns under the eaves of her family’s shrine. The smile on her lips never wavered, the curve of her mouth familiar to all who knew her. A gentle, practiced expression—one that did not falter, even as old memories stirred.

The rhythmic rustling of the wind through the trees reminded her of the night everything had fallen apart. The night her father was taken from her.

She had been too young to understand the depth of the trouble he was in. Her father, despite his warm smiles and playful gestures, had been drowning in debt. Debt so vast and inescapable that it loomed over their family like a curse. He had hidden it well, playing the part of a devoted husband and doting father, but reality struck after that one night where strange men came knocking at their door.

Their voices had been cold, their presence suffocating.

She remembered clinging to the hem of her mother’s kimono, fear was written across her face, watching as her father was dragged away. He had turned back once, offering a reassuring smile—one that did not reach his weary eyes. That was the last time she saw him alive.

Days later, his body was found in an alley, discarded like a broken tool. The news spread like wildfire, whispers following her wherever she went. Pitying eyes, hushed voices, condolences that felt empty. The debt did not disappear with his death—it clung to them, suffocating her mother in its grip.

Her mother, once a woman of grace and gentle hands, began to crumble under the weight of grief. But it wasn’t just the loss of her husband. It was the way her daughter looked at her—the way she smiled. The resemblance was undeniable, a painful reminder of the man who had left her in ruin.

At first, it was the lingering glances, the barely concealed resentment in her mother’s gaze. Then came the nights when her mother would mutter to herself, clutching her head as if trying to rid herself of something unseen. And then, one day, she was simply gone.

They found her body by the riverbank, her pale face reflecting the sky as if she had become one with it. The sight of her mother’s dead body was one disturbing for someone as little as her back then. Then a sudden realization struck her.

She had been left alone.

Her grandparents had taken her in, raising her with warmth that she could no longer fully grasp. The shrine became her home, the traditions passed down through generations now resting on her shoulders. The village adored her, admired her dedication to keeping the customs alive.

But no one saw beyond the smile she wore.

No one saw the fear that sat at the pit of her stomach, the sadness that curled itself around her heart, the hurt that never quite faded. Her falling facade that she shows when she’s all alone in her room.

No one ever questioned the unwavering brightness in her expression, the way she laughed so easily, the way she never faltered.

Because to them, she was the girl who danced beautifully beneath the lantern lights, who carried the legacy of her ancestors with grace. To them, she was unbreakable.

And so she continued to smile.

As the village around her prepared for the grand festival, she tied another lantern in place, stepping back to admire the soft glow it cast. She exhaled slowly, watching as the golden light flickered against the night sky.

No one needed to know. No one ever would.

Tomorrow evening, she would dance beneath the lanterns once more, her movements flawless, her expression serene.

And no one would ever see past the mask she had perfected.

The Festival Day

The night deepened, stars appearing one by one against the velvety darkness. The shrine’s courtyard had transformed into a sea of warm lights, paper lanterns swaying in the evening breeze. The villagers’ laughter and chatter rang through the air, blending with the sound of rustling fabric as shrine maidens moved gracefully, preparing for the rituals to come.

She stood at the heart of it all, her fingers brushing against the delicate embroidery of her ceremonial robes. Her hair was put up, the hair pin decorating her long hair, she almost looks like the Goddess of The Moon herself. The weight of tradition pressed down on her shoulders, but she carried it with quiet grace. Her movements were methodical as she assisted the others, yet her mind drifted.

She thought of the festival nights when she was younger, when her father would lift her onto his shoulders so she could see the lights from above the crowd. She thought of her mother, humming an old lullaby as she brushed her hair, before the sorrow had stolen her away.

Her throat tightened, but she did not allow the emotion to surface.

A soft voice pulled her from her thoughts. "My dear, are you ready? The opening ceremony is about to begin."

She turned, her ever-present soft smile in place. "Of course. I'll be there soon."

As the drums of the festival began to echo through the village, she took a deep breath, steadying herself.

Tonight, she would dance not just for tradition, but for the past she carried within her. And no matter how heavy it was, she would never let it show. --- As the night deepened, the festival was indeed filled with colors and sounds. Rows of glowing lanterns lined the village streets, their soft golden light reflecting in the eyes of those who gathered. Stalls offered sweets and trinkets, while laughter and excited chatter filled the air. The festival had reached its peak, the night sky aglow with thousands of lanterns, their golden hues painting the streets in an ethereal glow. Music filled the air, gentle yet rhythmic, the kind that stirred something deep within the soul. People gathered in clusters, their faces alight with joy as they watched the performance begin. Ilumi stood at the edge of the crowd, his dark eyes unreadable as they followed the lone figure who stepped onto the open stage before the shrine. The girl moved with elegance, her flowing garments trailing like whispers of silk as she raised her arms, welcoming the music’s embrace.

Ilumi’s attention was directed on her.

On the raised platform in the center of the square, where she stood.

Dressed in elegant shrine maiden attire, her figure was bathed in the warm glow of the lanterns. Silk sleeves flowed with her every movement as she began to dance, her steps light yet deliberate, as if weaving through unseen threads of time itself.

The crowd hushed, mesmerized by the performance. And for the first time in a long while, Ilumi found himself watching something he could not predict. Beautiful was one thing but her—she was too enchanting for him no—for the world to watch. The realization left a bitter taste in Ilumi’s mouth. She existed in a space that did not include him.

Yet. His gaze remained locked onto her, watching as she began to dance. Every step was precise, each movement fluid, as if she was weightless against the world. The lanterns above illuminated her, casting a golden shimmer upon her skin, making her appear almost otherworldly. It was hypnotizing—graceful yet calculated, a performance that had been honed for years.

She moved like water, graceful yet untouchable, her expression serene and unwavering. There was no doubt—this was her world, a place where she belonged, a place where she was untouchable. Ilumi wasn’t easily swayed by aesthetics. Yet, as he observed her, something strange curled within him. He recognized discipline in her dance, the meticulous control in every motion. She was practiced, perfected, a display of refinement that demanded attention. But beneath that flawless execution, he saw something else—something more than just a dancer honoring tradition. A mask. Hisoka, who had been watching alongside him, chuckled under his breath. "Beautiful, isn't she? But I wonder…" he drawled, tilting his head slightly. "How long can one wear such a mask before it begins to crack?" Ilumi said nothing, his gaze never leaving her. As the dance neared its climax, she twirled with such precision that the sleeves of her kimono billowed like wings, her face tilted ever so slightly upward, her lips curved in that serene, unwavering smile. It was a smile Ilumi did not trust. He wonders to himself, why her smile back then was different than her smile when she’s on stage? He had seen many expressions in his lifetime—fear, rage, desperation. But this? This kind of smile, so perfected, so unwavering—it was unnatural. And unnatural things always hid something beneath the surface. --- As the festival continued, the winding streets were illuminated by the lanterns, their golden light casting shifting shadows along the cobblestone paths. She stepped away from the crowd, with still dressed in the elegant shrine maiden attire but with one hairpin stuck on her long hair, her hair bang dance along with the cold breeze of the night, drowning herself toward the quieter part of the festival, where the shrine’s steps led into the tranquil night. She stood quietly, looking at the moon hung high, flashback started playing in her mind, clinging into her mind like a torn roses. The pain suddenly came from remembering her past causes her to clutch her hands tightly on her chest. Her smile that she had worn for too long slowly faded from her face. She then pluck the last hairpin on her hair, which causes her hair to fall straight away as she studied the ornament that was decorating the hairpin. It was originally her mothers’. But it had been passed down to her. Mother, am I doing a good job right here…? A single tear escaped from her eyes as she hug the hairpin closed to her chest before finally letting herself broke down from the exhaustion of putting a mask in front of everyone she meet. A sudden creak coming from behind her which causes her to turn around, tear staining her cheeks as she tried her best to look through the darkness behind her. A low chuckle could be heard from the darkness before it began to speak. ”My, the boss did not lie about his daughter growing into a very fine lady~ This way, it won't take her long to finished paying her father’s debt with a pretty face like her~” The person suddenly step out of the darkness. There’s three of them and she knows very well who the three gentleman standing before her was. On instinct, she tried to scream for help before one of the guy swiftly move to her behind and cupped her mouth. “Woah, can’t let you scream…! You should respect those people who’s trying to have fun during the festival…! So, I want you to be a good girl and stay st—” Before he can finished his sentence, she elbowed him hard on his stomach, causing him to lost his grip from her. With that, she then ran as fast as she could to escape from the other two man behind her but to her no avail, the second guy suddenly pulled her long hair causing her fall back on her knees, screeching in pain. He then cup her mouth and nose with a piece of fabric which not for long, her body started feeling numb before her vision finally succumbing to the darkness. Anyone, please… Save me…

[rosazoldyckk]

Yandere! Silva X Daughter Reader

⚠️warning⚠️ obsessive thoughts and mentions of death

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter. Character(s): Silva Zoldyck, Zeno Zoldyck, Illumi Zoldyck, Milluki Zoldyck

A/N: I DO NOT INTEND FOR THIS CHAPTER TO HAVE ANY RELATIONS TO INCEST!! I'm aware that some things written in this chapter might be mistaken as incest, but I promise I don't intend to make it seem that way.

Of course you can interpret my writing however you want to, I have no issues with that. Just please know I don't write stuff related to incest♡︎♡︎

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"Didn't I tell you to stop killing these poor butlers, father? How do you expect us to be taken care of if you take your rage out on our servents?" The young Assassin grumbled while putting her hands on her hips. Suddenly, the whole estate went silent. However, the rest of the lower butlers blinked and gulped in hope.

At the edge of the room, the young assassin can be seen. Her long H/C hair that shined under the moonlight can put any woman to shame. Her E/C eyes that they inherited from her father were sharp yet adorable. It could not be denied that with her looks and god-given talent for assassination that the girl belonged to the Zoldyck family.

With their sudden appearance, Silva lowered his guard and relaxed. It could be seen by his face that he adored the presence of his dearest daughter. With a soft tone, he asked, "Y/N, dear, what are you doing here? I thought you were out of the house."

The Lower butlers secretly beg the assassin to spare them from their death. By doing this, not only do they have a higher chance to survive, but they could also continue to contribute in caring for the Head's most adored daughter, Y/N Zoldyck.

One with no common sense would simply assume that Y/N was the glass child of the Zoldyck family, but behind closed doors they couldn't be any more wrong. Y/N was the glue that kept the family together. She was known to be cruel, sadistic, and outstanding in the art of assassination. However, there were people such as her siblings that could see the other side of her. Most of the time, Y/N was a kind and calm individual outside of work. And today just so happened to be a day where she felt generous.

Y/N thought for a bit before shaking her head, "I thought I told you our agreement about killing butlers in the mansion. Their screams can be heard from my room. It would be better if you killed them quickly or just let them free," she sighed as she turned her eyes to the poor butlers that had been severely tortured by electric shock.

Silva on the other hand glared sharply. Although it was subtle, his eyes went smaller, and clenched his hand.

He hated it.

He hated it when HIS daughter ignored him for Illumi.

He despised it when HIS daughter left him alone to play with Kalluto.

He loathed it when HIS daughter was playing video games with Milluki.

He felt sick to his stomach whenever he witnessed HIS daughter braiding Alluka's hair.

He detested it when HIS daughter is 'playing' outside with Killua and his pathetic excuses of friends.

And oh dear god did he want to smash a boulder across his head whenever he saw HIS daughter laughing with her mother and grandfather.

Silva loved his only daughter to death. Every inch of his daughter belonged to him and ONLY him alone. He hated sharing with others, family only being a small exception. If he could, he would lock her in his room and make her look at him and ONLY him alone.

Knowing that the entire family would riot against him if he were to bring harm to the assassin, he buried that plan deep within his heart and continued to be a 'good dad' for her. He forgot the agreement and decided to play it funny so that his daughter could let this case pass.

"I apologize, dear," Silva grumbled with a fake frown. "Unfortunately, these foolish butlers failed their mission and their penalty is nothing but death. I thought it would be great to punish them first but I overlooked an important part,"

Y/N kept her mouth shut and looked at her father. Somehow, Her emotions had stirred up from her father's response. She knew that her father loved her the most out of her brothers. He would remember every word she had said and did not dare to break any promises. Sadly, although she had been feeling generous, today has been a tiring day for her and all she wanted is a good night's rest.

"Just let them free for my sake. I couldn't hear them screaming any longer! Do you know how much their screams had disturbed me from my sleep?! This is a simple agreement and somehow you can't even remember my words. I'm so disappointed in you," Y/N spat in tiredness. As soon as she said that, she quickly turned her back and jumped to her room which is located on the outer side of the fortress.

Silva hid his rage and waved to her daughter's back. "I hope you'll have a nice dream, my sweet Y/N"

Soon after Y/N left the room, the temperature dropped. The butlers shivered as the waited for another wave of electricity to shoot through their bodies, but nothing came. They glanced up at their boss, only to see him with an expressionless face.

Without another word, he allowed the ball of electricity growing on his hand to explode, killing the butlers in an instant. With his eyes full of tenderness, he took a deep breath of air.

"I'll make it up to you, my daughter..."

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Zeno sighed tirelessly as he observed his sons actions. "When will he stop with this obsessive behaviour? Those butlers did nothing except make sure Y/N was taken care of, and yet he still killed them? In all my years I've never seen Silva express such madness before."

Illumi sighed in helplessness to his grandfathers words, "Even I'm starting to get a bit bored now, As her beloved eldest brother I must make sure that she is on the path to success. Father doesn't need to get involved when she has me by her side at all times."

"You're right," Milluki replied in annoyance, "Though Y/N is next in line to head the family, seems like dad is a little too eager for her to stay by his side, am I right?" He grumbled as he shoved a handful of chips into his mouth.

The 3 of them shared looks of confusion as Silva finally got up to exit his room.

All they could do is wait.

[la-squadra1234]

-MY RULES-

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animes I write for-

hxh

jjba

death note

obey me!

bsd

gangsta.

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what I will NOT write-

nsfw

gore with no plot

Paedophiles

children ships

all the dere like yandere etc

(i have nothing against them I'm just not good at writing them!!!)

vomit

(within moderation I'll do it if it's a good plot otherwise no thanks)

self harm

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things I WILL write-

sfw

fluff

gore with a plot

swearing

crazy behaviours

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characters I write for-

hxh-

feitan

phinks

chrollo

shalnark

hisoka

uvogin

nobunaga

Franklin

Machi

shizuku

pakunoda

kalluto

illumi

killua

silva

alluka

gon

kurapika

leorio

death note-

L

light

mello

near

obey me!-

all of the brothers

diavolo

barbatos

solomon

simeon

luke

gangsta.-

tbh I forgot the two main characters names it's been 2 years since I watched the show but them

jjba-

part 1

pretty much everybody

part 2

again pretty much everybody

part 3

all of the main characters + dio

(the dog not included)

part 4

all of the main characters

part 5

all of the main characters

la squadra

(sorbet and gelato not included)

diavolo/doppio

bsd-

everybody from the armed detective agency (not including Naomi)

chuuya

dazi

mori

akutagawa

The black lizard 

fyodor

Nikolai

sigma (cuz i'm sigma😓)

Francis + most of the people in the guild js ask

The hunting dogs 



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those are my rules ! pls follow them !





[hailcelestia]

Could you write yandere Killua and Alluka (but like platonic for Alluka) sharing a darling?

Of course! Sorry for the delay!

TW: Female pronouns for the reader

Since Alluka was locked up for nearly her whole life, Killua will be the first to find you. He’s stray cat almost, slowly but surely, he will become attached you. Killua is not a social person so you will mean a lot to him, he doesn’t understand being open with people so easily because of how he was raised and just how he is as a person, so if you wanted to spend your time with your friends while still saying you like him more he won’t get it. The only way he knows how to express this is through jealousy so expect him to either cling to you or ignore you, it depends on which friends. As Killua’s girlfriend, he’s naturally territorial and prioritizes you.

Alluka isn’t like her other siblings, such as Illumi most noteably, however the two of them are the most confident out of their siblings. Alluka won’t be too worried about much when with you, Alluka cares for Nanika very much, she puts her above just about anything, so you’d have to like Nanika for Alluka to like you, though, Killua will not let you make wishes. Alluka’s obsessive feelings will begin when she sees how happy Killua is with you, Alluka is family oriented despite her parents and eldest brother disliking her. Out of her future in-laws, you’re definitely her favorite. She’s always expressing how grateful she is to you and how she loves you both.

This kind of situation isn’t something to worry about. You and Killua would just be braiding Alluka’s hair while he teases you. Killua would hum you both to sleep whenever he has the chance. Though, Alluka’s childish antics will result in a lot of sleepovers.

Though, the cute moments and their love for you, won’t change the fact that they are possessive and territorial of you. Alluka is the more welcoming of the two, if the three of you met someone Alluka would do the talking while Killua would hold you in a protective manner. Killua would be the one to end the conversation, taking you both away. Speaking of Killua’s possessiveness, it’s likely he’ll attempt to keep you away from Gon so you don’t get wrapped up in a dangerous scenario, though his attempts will undoubtedly fail and Gon will be far too friendly with you, much to Killua’s jealousy.

Killua wouldn’t let you leave until you kissed his cheek, no exceptions. Alluka will giggle and push you towards him, encouragingly.

When it comes to killing, Alluka wouldn’t want to your kill loved ones, but Killua and Nanika have a much different opinion. Nanika is from the Dark Continent, she’s analytical, straightforward, and protective, she’s the most merciless out of them. Killua might listen if you begged or bargained, however, Nanika wouldn’t.

Unlike Alluka, Killua won’t understand you want to be with your family. He’s used to not seeing his, so at times he assumes everyone avoids theirs. Gon didn’t see Mito for over a year, what’s the difference? Alluka, on the other hand, won’t mind. Unfortunately for this scenario, Killua is the one you spend the most time with out of them.

Do not underestimate Killua’s strength, a hundred pounds feels like holding a pencil to him, and you’ll see that when he’s reached his limit with you. Killua is clever too, he’ll notice if you paid less attention to him, he’s never jealous of Alluka and never will be, that’s how your dynamic is and that won’t change.

Nanika would love you the same as Alluka as being a part of her does mean they are close. When Killua and Alluka are in a disagreement they’ll rant to you seperately, Nanika wouldn’t pay much attention to the quarrel as she knows it will be short-lived, she’ll just wait it out. When Killua isn’t with you, he will have Alluka or Nanika collect information about you. You won’t be able to keep many secrets from him.

Killua doesn’t like communication barriers, considering all the manipulation still flashing through his mind, he hates keeping from you, but he will if he must. He’ll tell Alluka about his plans for your relationship while braiding her hair and giggles at the thought of being your sister-in-law, how pleasing.

He will want you away from his other family though, that is for the best. You will be their secret from them.

[static-fanatic-1]

What about headcannons for aged up yandere alluka

Aged!Up!Alluka Headcannons:

SFW:

• What a sweetheart, more so than Gon! But with all that sweetness comes a price, in this case it is that she is delusional.

• Alluka doesn’t see how horrible her actions are, she might have stolen you away but it was all for love!

• She’s practically touch starved.

• Hugs! Hugs everywhere! God Alluka loves hugs, and she LOVES giving you kisses everywhere on your face. Anytime, anywhere is hug and kissing time and you can’t tell her otherwise. Of course if you push her away she’ll pout and simply tackle you when you guys get back home.

• Nanika is more clingy, if that is possible, maybe because she is more relentless with their advances. They love your attention, and more than anything they love having you as a possession. God have mercy on anyone who dared to hurt you.

•No matter what Nanika will protect you and give you anything you want, for a price of course. She loves you, but will get pissy if you don’t give her the same affections back. She’ll give you the world if you give her you, and if not, then you will find yourself in a difficult position.

• Alluka will be more open to your dislike, sad obviously, but she’s too happy to have you around to care if you love her back. It would be a dream come true, but having you around is enough to make her happy. On the other hand, you will learn quickly to grit your teeth and give some of your feelings to them.

• Very clingy, both of them, just one is more enforcing than the other. And don’t think about running away, that will never happen, Nanika will make sure of that.

NSFW:

• I can’t see either of them to be too interested in sex, but Nanika is curious.

• Honestly, both of them wouldn’t mind serving any form of pleasure to you, I can easily see oral being a big thing in their relationship with you.

• Giving and receiving is the best and it’s something they will use often. You’ve been good? Guess someone gets a reward. Horny? Don’t worry, they got you covered. Have you been snappy? Someone needs to relieve some stress.

• Putting any fleshy thing in anywhere just doesn’t seem like a big thing, but toys are valid. Vibrators, dildos, other things that would get me demonetized, toys are a fun thing to add some flavor to sexy time!

• While Alluka is more inclined to serve you, focusing more on your pleasure, Nanika wants something in return. Let’s just say 69 is a normal position for you two.

• Nothingg too spicy to be honest, just a lot of tongue and finger action ;).