Killua x Reader

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Prologue:

This was a competition. And competitions were to be won by not just anyone, but the best. The greatest.

I would stop at nothing to win. Even if it meant losing myself.

But the moment that I meet a beautiful assassin with Ocean blue orbs, I think for a moment's worth that maybe, just maybe, I can find myself again. If I don't mess everything up.

"You seem invested in this competition, Your Highness."

"That's because I am."

"Do you know what I'm invested in? Keeping you safe, but you have to help me here." He glared at me, grabing my wrist and pushing me against a wall. A dangerous move. It could cost him his life. So why… risk it? For me, of all people. The idiot. His breathe is warm and I can feel it caress my skin as he moves his lips to brush the soft skin of my neck, "Let me give you some advice, princess— don't lose your head."

I can't keep the blush from rushing color into my cheeks, "Literal or—"

"Both, Your Highness." He inturupts up me, planting a kiss on my neck, his lips lingering on my skin more than necessary.

When he pulled away and strode off, I released a breathe and whispered, "I just might."

One-shot:

"Lady Y/N, this—" he gestures to a tall, lean, white haired male who stood in front of us with a smirk, "Killua Zoldyck, famous assassin of Elenore. He will serve you well.

The assassin bows low, " A pleasure, Your Highness."

"The pleasure is mine." I say a little dazed. He winked at me. Court would have his head if not for my graciousness, why was he acting so cocky? I straightened, standing taller, "You may go now."

Killua bowed again, "As you wish." There was the slightest tone of mockery as he left us alone. I turned to general Man.

"Where in the hell did you find him?" I nearly screached.

"Does he make you nervous, Your Highness?" A small grin creaped across his aged face, "I can send him back. He doesn't have to be a problem," he continued, and I noticed his hand find the handle of his sword. It made me nervous.

I shook my head, "I can deal with him."

"He's an assassin."

"I've dealt with worse." I shot back.

He raised a questioning eyebrow in my direction.

"My mom." I clarified, "Now if you excuse me," I said, turning away, "I have to deal with some bitches."

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"Applications are the most essential part of The Victory Plan, Y/N!" Miss Apara urged, her words spoken so clear and sharp, it was as if she had rehearsed them. Even though she was a servent under our our rule, she didn't adress me properly— because she was my counselor, my trainer, while I was in her classroom.

"I've already heard that–"

"Already." She finished for me, giving me a knowing stare, hands on her hips, "Why do you think I say it all the time?" Before I can even open my mouth to reply, she says, "So it sticks into that hard head of yours, miss!" She hit me with a roled up stack of papers at the back of my head and I gave an unenthusiastic Ow.