shattered (illumi x reader)

chapter 6- back where we started

you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and see illumi's name flashing on the screen. holding you phone between your ear and your shoulder, you stand up out of bed and crack your knuckles.

hey.

"hey"

open your door.

"huh?"

i said open your door

"what are you talking about?" you say, moving towards your front door.

he hangs up and you curse, phone dropping to the ground as you try to open the old rusty lock on your door.

you open the door and see illumi standing alone in the doorway.

you look up at him and he shivers.

"are you cold?" you ask, opening the door all the way.

"no." he answers plainly. you turn around and walk back to your bed, leaving the door open for him. the door shuts behind illumi as you sit quietly on your bed. he walks up to to your bed and sits down, facing away from you. you look up at him.

"so." he says to no one.

you sit up and scoot backwards so your back is against the headboard. you get a view of the back of his head. you sigh and pull the covers out from under you.

"scoot back towards me." you murmur.
he turns to look at you, puzzled.

"why?"

you roll your eyes,
"just do it."

when hes moved so his back is right in front of your legs, you reach up and touch his

he freezes asyou run your fingers through his long, pitch black hair.

left over middle.

right over middle.

illumi doesn't breathe as you nimbly braid the pieces, fingers moving silently.

after a few minutes you've finished, and you use a hair tie from your wrist to finish the braid.

"look at me."

he swings his legs around so that he's facing you, legs crossed. you examine the single french braid and he watches you.

you smile at him.

his eyes narrow suspiciously.

"why are you smiling?" he accuses.

"illumi..." you whisper,

you lean your forehead against his

"illumi you're so pretty."

his eyes widen as you place your hands on each side of his face.

"hey." he says, almost a question

"hey." you answer, almost an apology.

you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear as he presses his lips against yours.

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