𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Illumi Zoldyck Soulmate AU

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Author: agent_cupcake (on ao3)

plsss i saw  five birds flying in Walmart one day they fly in through the doors or something idk 😭

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You wore long sleeves. Sometimes mid-length gloves. If it came to it, you would even settle for chunky bracelets or a quick bandage wrap.

Anything to hide his name.

His name- As in the name of your Soulmate, printed in black across the inside of your left wrist in your very own handwriting. A mark that was impossible to remove, to cover in any permanent way. A mark that tied your life to that of another, to the one who was your fated other half.

As far as the subject of Soulmates, you'd always assumed it to be a problem for your future self. There was no room for contemplation about what might be while fighting your way out of Meteour City, let alone to entertain the idea of romance or fate.

Before the day when the mark appeared, you hadn't even known your actual birthday, making you several months older than you'd previously assumed, but that didn't seem so important when you saw the name. It was there, squatting in some dingy abandoned wreck of apartment blocks, that recognition your gut like a blast of ice.

Illumi Zoldyck.

As in, the nearly mythical family of Zoldyck assassins.

After the initial shock wore off, rubbing and staring at the name until your wrist was raw and eyes blurred with black, several thoughts organized themselves into a proper arrangement. Both centered around one of the key points of having a Soulmate.

If they died, so did you. It happened fairly often, people randomly keeling over before even finding their fated partner. It strengthened most people's desire to track down their Soulmate in an attempt to ensure their own life. This was especially true for important people.

Important people like Illumi Zoldyck. There was no way he'd leave his life in the hands of some stranger, but what would he do if he found you? What lengths would he go to to ensure his life wasn't at risk? You were terrified to think of it.

After fighting your way out of the suffocating confines of a city built on greed and violence to find freedom, the idea losing it all for the sake of one man fearing death was bitter and painful.

There was a second problem, the reason for your newfound love of long sleeves. The name on your arm made you a fantastic bargaining chip against one of the most powerful families in the world. If the wrong person found out, they could make you into a weapon. So you kept your mouth shut, hiding the mark no matter what.

As you saw it, the small stroke of luck you had was in your past. As a native of Meteour City, there were no official documents that Illumi Zoldyck could find to track your name to you, and there was no way he'd put your name out there for any enemy of his to hear.

So, basically, as long as you enjoyed freedom as quietly as you could, you were sure you could evade detection.

Upon second thought, that might have been naive.

Your hair was still damp from showering at the gym, but the faint smell of soap was erased by the stronger scent of sweat and blood. After taking all that care to clean up post-workout, a group of wannabe baddies decided to ruin it by picking a fight. You had only accidentally insulted their leader, they were just bad sports.

Well, at least you'd have something to drink to. Namely, their sorry asses laying passed out in the street. Silver lining, and all that.

As your second nature of paranoid behavior dictated, you took a rather roundabout and lonesome path towards your favorite bar. The one with the friendly bartender who always kept a nicely stocked first aid kit on hand and a general crowd that you counted friends. Your wounds weren't fatal, but they weren't as minor as you'd have liked, either. It wasn't your fault cowards always attacked in groups.