violet, blue, green, red | hisoka x chrollo x illumi x fem!reader | 18+

twenty-four

Distant humming. It's all you can hear when you come to. 

Then something snaps and you nearly jump from the bed as you rise. You could swear you could feel Chrollo's haunting, cold stare in your dreams. But as you try to backpedal, nothing is there. 

Your movements are erratic and unfamiliar to you, and your head is pounding. With unstable hands, you massage where the pain originates - the back of your head. 

You don't remember much of anything at all. You know you're here... with Illumi... You also notice the curtains were drawn so it must've been late, or early. You rub your eyes once more as you swing your legs off of the bed, preparing yourself to step onto cold wood. However, you don't have to make one more move before the bedroom door is opening. 

The light is dull enough for your eyes to adjust slowly, but when they do, all you can see is Illumi's lanky figure against the light. When you see him, your entire body warms, and shivers erupt in the pit of your stomach. It's like you're a child seeing your crush for the first time, and you're so taken with the feeling that you actually crack a gentle smile. 

"I heard you moving." He starts towards you. 

"You were listening for me." It's not much of a question, and you could barely get the last word out as his hand falls over your jawline, hugging the warm skin in his embrace. It's as if you see the world against Illumi with rose-tinted lenses, and you don't want this love lust to end. You never want him to leave. 

"I wanted to be here when you came to. I miss you." His voice covers you like a warm blanket and you melt into his affection so easily that you couldn't quite catch yourself. "Say that you missed me, too." 

"I missed you." You repeat easily, rewarded by his cool lips over yours. He kisses you slowly and sweetly, and unashamedly, you craved more. So much so, that when he pulls away, you're left with lonely, puckered lips. 

"Good girl, my sweet Hunter." He massages your cheeks in his hands once he pulls away, steely smile waiting for your eyes to meet. "Tell me that you love me." 

"I love you." You reply as soon as the order leaves his mouth, hanging onto the affection like a child. It is so fulfilling seeing Illumi smile now - you've succeeded in making him happy and that's all you wanted. 

"Get dressed and ready for the day, my love. You woke up earlier than I expected." 

"What's there to get ready for?" 

"Just do as I say." He steps back after a second, flipping the room light on as he heads for the door. You squint your eyes, head throbbing as his light footsteps disappear into the next room. He speaks quietly through the hallway to who you assume is a butler, but you can't make it out. Now you were alone. 

Still groggy and half awake, you stumble toward the wardrobe at the far end of the room. You remember watching Illumi pack away the clothes you brought here earlier, but the clothes you're looking at, as you flip through the hangers, are different. They're not yours. 

Now, the wardrobe was filled with dresses and skirts lined with intricate stitching and detail. You have to do a double-take before you look through the clothes. Perhaps you were hallucinating. 

"Illumi?" You call out shortly, clearing your throat afterward. 

"Ma'am." You look towards the doorway as an unfamiliar voice fills the room. Against the light isn't the lanky figure you know, instead, it's a young girl with wide, serious eyes. You furrow your eyebrows. 

"I don't think I called for you, I called for Illumi." Though you don't mean to come off cold, your demeanor shifts into something you don't know, yet the stranger takes to it easily. She nods.