𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

IllumixReader: Arranged Marriage

Top!Illumi

Bottom! Y/N

Author: trash_writings(on ao3)

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12 Years Earlier

"Stop pulling my hair! Please!" You scream feeling your body warm with anger as Illumi continues to yank at your locks of hair. You'd only met this little boy a few moments ago as your parents had gone off to talk with his for the day. The butlers surrounding the room seemed to be uninterested in their young master as he harassed you.

"No." Illumi's voice is cold and unforgiving as he tugs harder knocking you on your butt. He covers his mouth with his hands to stifle a laugh.

"I don't like you!" You yell standing up and launching at him to knock him down as well. He reacts quickly, grabbing your left arm and holding you still. He slaps you on the side of the head and laughs loudly, not bothering to hide it this time.

"I can't believe you tried to attack me, a Zoldyck! Stupid, stupid girl." The arrogance leaving the eight-year old's mouth was beyond your understanding at the young age of six. However, you knew one thing: you hoped this would be the last time you ever laid eyes on the obnoxiously smug and cruel boy in front of you.

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Present

Your eyes stare back at yourself in the mirror, the eyes looking back at you resembled that of a frightened girl getting ready to make a dash away from the bullies on the playground. The last memory you had of the Illumi Zoldyck was him hitting you across the head and then laughing as tears had welled up in your eyes. That was twelve years ago. Little had you known then that the reason you'd been left alone with the brat was so your parents could negotiate the terms of your engagement to him.

Maybe... just maybe I should hit him back...

"(y/n)?" Your mother calls from outside your room disrupting your thoughts. You grab the handle to your suitcase and leave your room one last time. It had already been cleared of the items your parents had already shipped to your new home, but even that shell of a room was still full of memories.

The car ride is silent, but you try your best to think positively about the situation. Love was not something you necessarily needed at this point; you can easily develop that over time with your future husband. However, the thought of having to deal with someone that arrogant and cruel irritated you beyond words. Pulling up to the testing gates you wait outside to be escorted in by the family butlers.

"Welcome miss, we are excited that you'll finally be joining the family." A tall and slightly scary man greets you. You smile at him politely and turn to your parents, ready to say goodbye to them. Their usual business-like manner is not faltering even now, and you expect nothing less. The few goodbyes exchanges are short and sweet. You had been prepared for this day for the last twelve years making it easy to not worry about the next time you'll see them again.

You are escorted through the gates and down the path leading up to the estate. You recall a few things from your one and only visit all those years ago, feeling anxious as your stomach turned with nerves. They hold the door open for you and you step into the familiar, yet unfamiliar house. My new home, you thought.

"(Y/n)!" Kikyo's shrill voice greets you as you step through the threshold. "Welcome home!" Her enthusiasm is quite scary, but again, everyone in this "home" was terrifying.

"Hello, Ma'am," you take her extended hand and she squeezes it tightly, too tightly. You watch as Silva glances at her and she immediately releases your hand.