Warnings; timelines converge from 28 Years and Bunny, mention of kidnapping, imprisonment, yandere relationships, aggressively yandere Silva, mention of imprisonment for decades, Stockholm syndrome, mention of NSFW, mention of corrupt nuns, vow breaking, my headcannon for Hisoka background, My OC for 28 years in place of Silva’s wife for clarity’s sake, Reader is Bunny, some 28 years MC background story, Zeno’s Dove mentioned,
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Hisoka sighed as he conversed with his associates, wondering just what they were going to do now. Apparently, Illumi has been keeping secrets from Bunny and from Chrollo and Hisoka. The woman he had introduced as ‘mother’ was not actually his mother at all and they were now going to meet Illumi’s real mother instead. However, Illumi was explaining to them exactly what his mother was like and the topic of them technically kidnapping their Bunny came up.
“Mom won’t react to it well if she finds out Bunny was technically forced into a relationship and kidnapped.”
“Why is this our problem?”
“Because my father is extremely protective of my mother and will also become upset if she becomes upset.”
“So he gets mad, big deal.”
“When it comes to my mom, it IS a big deal. Father kidnapped her 28 years ago and I barely get to see her because of how jealous father gets. Father wouldn’t even let her breast feed my siblings and I as infants due to his jealousy. Besides… I do not wish to see my mom look at me with the same disappointed and disgusted look she gives father when his jealousy makes him act out. It may also show Bunny just how far those in my family are willing to go for the few they love.”
“Fine,” Hisoka sighed, relenting to Illumi both as a placation and as curiosity. Illumi was mysterious- even to Hisoka- and hearing the true tint of anxiety and fear to his associate’s voice was far from the emotionless norm he had, “we’ll not mention it. Bunny is in a good mood and probably won’t say anything. ♠”
“And if she starts to,” Chrollo added, “we can steer the conversation away from that.”
With the three in agreement they headed to where their Bunny awaited them in the library, curled up and lightly dozing on the couch beneath a soft blanket. No doubt the blanket had been an addition after as a butler or Kikyo likely draped it over to cover the sleeping figure.
Illumi woke you with a soft forehead kiss, the sleepy hum whining from your throat as you came back to consciousness. You could barely believe how rested you felt after the small nap, the couch being a higher quality than any bed you have slept on before entering the Zoldyck estate. Everything was so high quality that you sometimes found yourself entranced with the workmanship on a wooden table that never gets used or a forgotten wood relief lining the halls. Where the opulence was suffocating at times you had to admit that the high quality bed in Illumi’s room was divine in comparison to anything you have rested on in your life up to that point.
“Mmm… Yeah? What’s up?”
“Come on, Bunny. It’s time to meet my true mom. I have some rules for you though.”
“Oh?”
“My father is very… Protective… Of my mom. He is also very jealous of anyone talking to- or interacting with- my mom. She is sensitive and has lived 28 years of imprisonment with my father, so she will have a collar and chain keeping her in her suite. She… Doesn’t get to leave that set of rooms for any reason other than when my father decides she can, so she has lived in those rooms for more than half of her life.
"I know we did not give you much choice, Bunny, but compared to my mom, you are basically free. I don’t want to treat you like father does with mom, so please don’t upset her by mentioning it. Father may be fond of you but if he feels you are a threat in any way to mom, he will kill you.”
You felt surprise flare in your mind, trying to process what you were just told only moments after waking. Part of you wanted to snap at Illumi and tell his mother about your kidnapping immediately, but another part of you gave you pause. From how Illumi spoke of his mother and father, it seemed like anything somewhat upsetting to her could lead to disaster at any moment.
On top of your awareness of your own situation and if what Illumi said was true, comparing your experience with that of his mother was shocking. Collars, chains, and the same few rooms for several literal decades sounded like complete hell to you. Never going outside and seeing so few people, you felt you would probably go insane. Not to mention Illumi had four siblings, so five children all while locked away for most of your life was a terrifying concept. Part of you even felt a bit thankful you had the freedom you did despite how you still felt trapped, at least you weren’t her.
“I understand.”
You answered softly before Illumi pulled you to your feet, feeling much more awake now. Chrollo and Hisoka both followed as Illumi led all of you deep into the estate, far from where you had wandered even on late nights. A kind of giddiness settled in your stomach that held a tinge of stress, wondering just what kind of person Illumi’s true mother was like after years away from others.
The door that Illumi came to a stop in front of made your stomach writhe with anxieties as you saw just how heavy the door was. Everything in the estate was heavy, but that door looked as if it could withstand a direct blast from an explosion and still offer resistance. It was a door you knew you wouldn’t be able to open no matter how hard you would try.
Illumi opened the door and though it could have been your imagination, for a moment it looked as if he had struggled to move it. You felt your nerves rise as you walked into the room, seeing a rather large and soft looking couch where a woman sat waiting.
She… Was stunning in a way you felt you couldn’t describe. Her figure was full and curved, ample breasts and thighs on a small height, accenting the comforting presence you got from her. She wore a pair of glasses that made her expressive doe eyes seem larger, so full of wisdom and affection. Her hair was a flowing waterfall of curls that looked so soft and seemed to create a kind of halo around her. It almost seemed like stars were reflecting in her compassionate gaze, woven into the very substance of her hair and skin as if she faintly glimmered.
You were so entranced by the being of empathy in the flesh that you almost missed the towering demon behind her. Illumi’s father Silva had always intimidated you since the moment you met him, those cold blue eyes endlessly analyzing every movement and behavior. After spending some time around him, that fear died down, but now it slammed back into you full force as if knocking the air from your lungs. That frozen gaze speared into the two new men in the room, his white mane of hair making him look beastly and all the more intimidating.
To think, you were so afraid of him and he wasn’t even glaring at you.
As you took the whole scene in now, you saw the collar fitted around the woman’s throat, the chain attached to it trailing down to the floor and out of sight. The furniture was lavish and the room was large with a kitchenette and several branching doors, a single window on the far left letting in a ray of light from the outside. It was grand, but you knew it was a prison cell beneath all of the expensive quality.
You moved towards the pair with Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo, feeling the weight of Silva’s intense gaze pushing down almost threateningly on you. Hisoka and Chrollo seemed to also get the same impression you did, that no mercy would be given should anyone unsettle the soft woman that was Illumi’s mother. She stood and took Illumi into her arms, that kind smile and true happiness telling you just how much she cared for her son.
You had considered what you would say to her and even revealing Illumi’s behavior, but now you truly felt like you couldn’t. Not only because you felt as if you had no room to complain, but because of how truly and deeply she cared about Illumi. She was kind and gentle and everything Silva very clearly was not, and you couldn’t bare to think about someone so gold-hearted being crushed in such a way. It just wasn’t worth it to you.
“Welcome back, Illumi.”
Her voice held honest love, a sweetness to it that made it sound smooth as honey.
“I have someone for you to meet, mom.”
“I know, your father told me you’ve met someone you love.”
Illumi turned to you, his mother’s kind eyes resting on your own as he gestured you closer. You only went as far as Illumi’s side before his mother gently took your outstretched hand in both of hers, impossibly soft and comfortingly warm. She seemed genuinely excited to meet you and looked as if you had made her happier than she had ever been before.
“Hello, dear. It is so good to meet you. My name is Kiame, also known as Illumi’s mom.”
“Oh, uh, hi. (Y/n) (L/n), it’s nice to meet you too.”
“I hope we have plenty of time to get to know each other, after all, we’re going to be family soon enough.”
You couldn’t help but return her kind smile, feeling relaxed around her and her genuine excitement with your engagement to Illumi.
“I can’t help but worry about Illumi, he is my firstborn and I adore my children. I just hope you two are happy together.”
It was then Illumi spoke up, seeming much more relaxed around his mother as well, letting you know how much she impacted him. Part of you realized that she was likely the only positive influence Illumi really had in his life and you would have been in a much more dangerous situation if not for her. If Illumi only had his father’s side of the family, he likely would have kidnapped you and killed Chrollo and Hisoka long ago.
“Mom, I would like you to also meet my fellow associates. We three are engaged to her and so grandfather thought it best to introduce you to the three of them. Chrollo Lucilfer, Hisoka Morrow, and I share (y/n) (l/n) between the three of us.”
“Well, so long as you four are happy-”
She cut off for a moment, her eyes going wide as if something caught her attention after the fact. The way she seemed to think for a moment in complete silence made you wonder just what it was that surprised her.
“Mom? Is something wrong?”
“Morrow was… the name of my teacher… Sister Morrow. She was a nun and I worked as her apprentice in the cathedral before- nevermind. It’s nothing.”
Illumi glanced in surprise towards Hisoka, not expecting his mother to recognize any of the names of his associates. He knew Hisoka was born in Meteor city to a mother that was a forsaken and vow-breaking nun, but it couldn’t possibly be the same nun his mother spoke of. Not at all-
“My mother spoke of her apprentice often. How she saw the girl as a daughter but still wound up betraying her in the end. I learned eventually that she was afraid of being caught for what she had done, confronted by a stranger with her misdeeds. All that was demanded was to mislead her apprentice, sending her deep into the forest to never return. She waited until she began to show before fleeing to Meteor City so no one would know she had broken her vows.”
“… Did she ever say who she spoke to?”
“The wealthy father of an interested man. My mother had her apprentice enter the woods alone so she could be taken as payment for not revealing the truth about what my mother had done. Never really did get why she sold her apprentice only to run away shortly after. Seems pointless to me, but she said she regretted her choice in the end.”
There was a moment of silence as Illumi’s mother sat in quiet contemplation of what she was just told. The way her expression turned to one of hurt made your chest ache, as if seeing her in pain upset you in some deep part of your brain. She shouldn’t be sad or hurt, the pain didn’t look right on her, as if her being in such pain were some kind of crime against nature.
The softest whimpering sound from her lips made Silva react, his voice a rumbling and deep growl of baritone in his chest.
“Out.”
Illumi was quick to pull you back with him, his father picking his mother up and striding away to a door deeper into the room. The four of you left the room quickly and Illumi was the one to close it behind you, the large door sealing with a clear latch of the many locks that adorned it. You didn’t know what to say at that moment, having been taken by surprise with the sudden shift in behavior from Illumi’s parents.
“To think, Hisoka’s mother was your mother’s mentor.”
“And his mother sold my mother to my grandfather on my father’s behalf.”
You managed to find your voice, trying to piece everything together despite the very sudden way things had happened. On one hand, it would seem the world was very small, and on the other you felt like some key pieces of information were missing. Beyond that, you felt like you had glimpsed the kind of person Illumi could have become if not for his mother’s truly compassionate heart.
“What is your mother, Illumi?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she is different from anyone I have met before… She seems to actually be a genuinely loving person even though she is locked up like a prisoner. I don’t think any normal human would be able to live like that and not go insane.”
“She is insane. She loves my father despite everything he does to hurt her… But she is kind and always has been kind. She is too good for my father and he knows it, so he hides her from almost everyone. Setting her free from him won’t fix the damage he’s done to her.”
You glanced back at the heavy door and found yourself feeling lucky that even though your freedom was stolen away, you didn’t have to live the way she did.
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You let the gentle breeze skate over your skin as the plants around you rustled playfully and danced in the wind. It had been a few days since you got to meet Illumi’s mom and you had learned more about her in that time. Her situation was different from your own in many ways. She had been the one to rescue Silva from death where it had been the opposite for you and your lovers. You found yourself thankful you were not in her place or situation even though you did still resent Illumi for taking your freedom.
Currently, you sat with your three lovers, placed neatly on Chrollo’s lap as Hisoka and Illumi sat on either side of you two. Chrollo was reading a book on ancient war tactics and you were somewhat reading too, only half way through a page when he was already flipping it to the next. Though the four of you were quiet at that moment, it was clear that meeting Illumi’s mother had impacted you all in different ways.
Hisoka had withdrawn more than usual, reflecting on finally meeting the woman his mother loved as a child more than him and talked about with such fondness the woman may as well have been his older sibling. Chrollo was always trying to analyze and pick things apart, so though he wordlessly scanned over the book in his hands, he was likely thinking about the situation you all found yourselves in. You were stuck in thoughts of Illumi’s family, realizing just how deep the trend of obsession and kidnapping really went in his bloodline. Illumi seemed the least bothered but you felt he was likely worried about his mother and about how you were taking meeting her.
Any time you thought of a question, you would voice it and one of your three lovers would respond with whatever answer they could manage. The only questions you hadn’t gotten an answer to was what his mother was- as you felt a strong doubt she was really a normal human given your introduction to her- and what his grandfather had done with his obsession. Since the behavior was obviously something that came with his paternal lineage, his grandfather must have had a similar story, but you had not met or seen any sign of Illumi having a grandmother.
“I just want to know where your grandmother is. I mean, if your father keeps your mom locked up all the time and practically has her bubble-wrapped, surely your grandfather did the same?”
“No. I didn’t.”
The low and almost lazy tone of Illumi’s grandfather drew your attention, seeing the older man standing not too far as if he had materialized out of nowhere. Even though the grip Chrollo had around you tightened, you wanted to press and pick the elder assassin’s brain for answers your lovers simply didn’t have. You had long figured out that his grandfather Zeno had a particular soft spot for you and that soft spot seemed to extend to Kiame as well based off of his behavior.
“So, what happened?”
You tried to push and the old man considered you silently for a moment before approaching and settling on a bench across from you four. Chrollo closed his book, actually seeming to have the same level of interest you did in gaining more pieces to the Zoldyck family puzzle.
“She died shortly after giving birth to Silva. It is a kind of family curse to have this fanatical obsession for one person in our lives, going back generations. I used to think it was part of the curse to have that loved one always die… But Silva has proven that theory wrong.
"My Dove was a fiery woman, stubborn to a fault and I mistakenly thought I could control that fire of hers through pain. She tried to run one day and I lost my temper. Had I known what would happen because of it… About two months later she gave birth to Silva, I hadn’t even realized she was pregnant. None of us had. She had a cryptic pregnancy so it was a surprise to us as it was to her. Her body couldn’t handle it though. The stress of what I had done and the labor wringed every last bit of life out of her. She only lived long enough to hold Silva for the first and only time.”
The wind felt colder now, a chill racing down your spine as you realized just how you had been unfortunate enough to draw Illumi’s attention, but fortunate enough to not have the same fate as the rest of his female ancestors. How close had you come to being forced to live the same painful cycle? You made a mental note to find time to thank Illumi’s mom for raising the most sane generation of Zoldycks.
“My father did the same to my mother as I had to my Dove, and he died of heartbreak not long after. My grandfather- Maha- did the same to his bride. I feel when Illumi’s mom does pass on, she will be taking Silva with her. He won’t survive losing her. Illumi, take it from me, you need to keep your temper even and make sure you treat (y/n) well, you hear me? That kind of loss is suffocating and you likely won’t be fortunate enough to get another chance.”
His words made you curious as you felt your brain kick into action to try and make sense of something that caught your attention.
“Has anyone gotten a second chance?”
“Hm?”
“With their love, I mean. Death is pretty permanent in most cases.”
“Well,” Zeno gave you a knowing smile, “it is possible. Rebirth is a debated topic, but one I fully believe. Nen is a unique thing to each person, so when Nen identical to a deceased person shows up, it is hard to argue. I happen to be the only one I know of who has gotten that second chance. I found my Dove again and this time I won’t make the same mistake. Born into a new life, but the Nen and the similarities are unmistakeable. I haven’t yet told Silva of this unusual situation, but I doubt he would care much as he only really cares for his wife. Perhaps you will get to meet my Dove at some point, (y/n). He is restricted to my wing of the estate, however. He may be male in his current incarnation, but it changes nothing. He is still my Dove.”
You were surprised to hear of someone being reborn and the fact was that Zeno couldn’t care less if his reborn darling was male or not. It was clear to you just how fortunate you were when it came to Illumi even though he had technically pushed you into the relationship you now had with him. His family had done far worse and you had just barely gotten away with the most sane of the assassins in a long lineage of obsession, kidnapping, and forced relationships. Out of three generations of kidnapped lovers, you were the only one who could step foot outside of the estate hidden within the mountain.
“Anyway, (y/n), it may anger you to only have the freedoms you do, but never forget you have more freedom than any other who came before you in the Zoldyck family. I am not telling you to be grateful Illumi chose you, simply to be thankful Illumi is far more sane when it comes to you than the rest of the family would be.”
Warnings; corruption kink, yandere, mention of nsfw, pillow talk, fluff, morality is questioned, lighthearted conversation about deep topics, deep Stockholm syndrome, mention of kidnapping, mention of addiction,
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“Why do I have to have a conscience?”
Chrollo’s lazily stroking hand paused abruptly at your question, clearly caught off guard. He was quick to compose himself and return to those soothing motions as he lightly kissed your shoulder.
“What do you mean, Love?”
“I always feel so badly for people who get caught in the crossfire, why? Why do I feel badly for them? You don’t… So why can’t I just stop caring?”
You must have loved catching him by surprise, posing such pointed questions with a tone as detached as his own. Where you once put up emotional walls, you now spoke about your differences like a simple question of the weather outside. It was clear that you had become accustomed to Chrollo deconstructing every sentence and planning accordingly to best pry into your mind. He was insatiable when it came to understanding how you think and operate on a deeply personal level. Now you just presented him this information freely and sought to understand how hethinks.
Truly, you always reminded Chrollo what a wonderful find you are. So innocent to the pain and bloodshed needed to survive in a dangerous world like the one he lived in.
“Because, you grew up in a world where mercy and kindness was met with gratitude, and in my world it meant getting your throat slit at night by the same person you ‘helped’.”
“Why do I love you more than I feel pity for them?”
This made a soft chuckle hum through his chest, pressed up against your back with your bodies still so close together beneath the blankets. He kissed a lazy trail up your neck and moved his arms to wrap around you fully, hands that had killed more people than you had met in your life caressing you with reverence.
“Because you’re in my world now, and you’re learning how to adapt to it. You are doing an excellent job at adapting though.”
“Well, you make it easy to do.”
“Glad to be of assistance to you.”
“You’re more than that to me.”
“Such high praise, don’t you think?”
“I think you’re deserving of it.”
“I’m not, Darling. You know what I have done and I regret none of it. It has shaped me into who I am and it has led to me meeting you, the only one I can ever truly be with. The only one I can see myself with for however long or short my life may be… I am certainly not deserving of your praise.”
“But you’re going to accept it anyway.”
“Well,” Chrollo chuckled softly, “you’re not wrong.”
His lips slowly trailed over your shoulder and you mewled, feeling a warmth in your stomach. How could this man have enraptured you so? Regardless of the things he did, you wanted little more than to spend as much time with him as possible. He seemed to be in agreement with the notion, seeing as anywhere he went, you went too. Even as the two of you curled up in bed, any way he could touch you was pursued, leaving you entangled together with him touching as much of your body as he possibly could.
Your touch was addictive to him and no matter how recently he may have bedded you, he always found himself craving more. Your soft skin against his was his drug of choice and your lips were just one way he could get that drug he so painfully needed. He even had gone as far as to kidnap you when he realized he didn’t want to live his life without you in it. The way you had fought him for so long and so hard only made this affectionate moment taste sweeter to his twisted mind.
Your bodies conforming perfectly together in a full-hearted embrace after he had indulged in the sound of your moans and the taste of your lips. He knew that even if he had grown up on nothing and indulged in everything in adulthood, you were worth it all. Chrollo would trade every trinket, book, and forbidden knowledge he had gained just to keep you by his side in life and in death.
“Something wrong?”
Chrollo asked, noticing your slight shiver and pulling up the blankets to cover you both and retain warmth.
“Just a little cold.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”
“I know you will,” you smiled and pressed against him happily, “can we stay like this for a bit..? You always know how to wear me out.”
“Of course we can. Whatever you want, love.”
You smiled at this, closing your eyes and letting Chrollo return to slowly stroking your sides as you began to drift to sleep. This was bliss to him, laying by your side with you so affectionately adoring him in every way. The ends justified the means to Chrollo and there was nothing else he could possibly want more than these moments with you.
also, don’t let anyone tell you the Church ever condoned abortion or contraception of any kind
For those keeping track at home, this is over a century before the bible was canonized, written by a member of the same Magesterium that canonized the bible.
