ꨄ𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜ꨄ (killua x reader)

𝕚𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥?!!

y/n's POV

I walked inside my house, unsurprisingly having my mother lecture me for being late and blah blah blah. Boringggg. I was waiting for her to take me to the dungeon, but she never did.

"You know, y/n, you're lucky I can't throw you in the dungeon. Tomorrow's a very important day for us. Can't have you looking ratchet." She told me.

I was confused. They never told me anything was happening. I'm kinda scared to ask, but what is she gonna do, put me in the dungeon?

"What's tomorrow?" I asked.

"You're getting fitted for a dress."

Ugh. I hate getting fitted for clothing. So boring.

"And why is that considered a "big" thing if it's only a dress?" I asked, confused.

My mother laughed.

"Oh y/n, you can be so idiotic sometimes." She smiled in a way that did not look like it was a good thing.

"How am I being idiotic if-"

She slapped me across the face.

"Shut up and stop being rude."

I held a hand to where I had been slapped. It stung.

I hate living in this fucking house.

"If you're wondering what the dress if for, y/n, it's for when you get married.

I froze.

Did I hear her wrong? No way, she's right in front of me. I'm not ready to get married! What if I get stuck with some creepy 40 year old man? Ew.

"But mom, I'm not even 15 yet. I-" I cut myself off.

She was giving me the death glare, meaning if I said another word, the rest of the night would be hell for me.

I turned away from her and went up the stairs and into my room. I closed the door and locked it, and flopped down onto my pillow. I screamed and cried and cried. It didn't matter if they heard me. All they were gonna do is hit me with something.

I'm too young for this.

Okay I should try to think about the positive things here like...

•He could be my age (hopefully it's legal at least)

•He might not be so bad, maybe he's being forced into this just like me. Clearly i'm being forced into this because my parents want me to reproduce and carry on the family's legacy.

I can't think of anything else positive.

Maybe if i'll get lucky they'll choose someone who isn't a assassin and I can kill him and pretend I cared for him deeply when I didn't.

Nahh, they probably chose an assassin so hopefully two powerful people will make even more powerful children.

Man, and I thought life couldn't get any worse. Guess I was wrong.

Without eating anything for dinner, I ended up crying myself to sleep.

~Time Skip~

My eyes fluttered open. The second they opened my mother yanked me out of bed and screamed at me to get ready because we were about to be visited by the tailor to fit me for my dress.

I quickly changed out of my clothes from yesterday, and went wash up. I put on a light pink dress, and swiftly put on a natural look of makeup. Out of nowhere, my back began to hurt. I already knew the cause. I looked down. Fuck me and my big ass chest (in this story, you have DDD (triple d) cup size, sorry bout the back pain 🙃). You quickly put on some shoes and made it downstairs, receiving cold, hard glares from both your mother and your father.

As soon as a knock was heard on the door, everyone plastered on fake smiles, including me. The tailor walked in, introduced himself, and started getting to work.

~Time Skip~

After the tailor finished, your parents payed him and he left.

"Mother, father, who is it that I will be marrying?"

"That doesn't matter. You can find out in a few weeks."

You gasped.

"The wedding's in a few weeks?!"

"Yes, so go to your room. No dinner for you tonight. We can't have you looking fat on your wedding day. From now until your wedding, you will be eating as little as possible."

Ouch. That one kinda hurt. I hope they rot in hell like the horrible bastards they are. If they weren't professional assassins, I would have been killed them already.

I went in my room and locked my door. I went in the bathroom connected to my room (don't forget you live in a mansion) and took another shower.

Honestly, I don't really care how I look most of the time. There's no one Im genuinely trying to impress, so it never matters to me. That insult my mother gave me wasn't too offensive to me, it just hurts a little since it's coming from my own mother.

I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body and I wrap my wet hair in another towel, and take a seat on my bed. When I open my closet, I remember about the chocolate candies I had hidden, and I grabbed a couple and ate them. I haven't eaten since two or three days ago. Whenever I saw Killua, that's the last time I ate.

Oh yeah! Killua!

I wonder how he's holding up. He's lucky he doesn't have to worry about some dumb arranged marriage.

I crossed my arms.

I wish my parents would give me a hint on who the groom was. I would at least like a hint. Does he know me? Do I know him? Is he a minor like me? Is he a bastard? Is he an asshole? Ugh I have so many damn questions about this mystery groom.

I stop thinking about the event and I walk back over to my closet, looking for some pajamas. I throw on the first two pieces of clothing I can find, and hop into bed.

I might not have done much today, but since I haven't eaten or slept well, I'm exhausted.

Before I knew it, I was passed out, dreaming about what could possibly happen in a few weeks.