Matrimony
Pairing: Illumi Zoldyck x reader
Summary: you miss your husband and find out he’s been thinking of a solution to remedy that.
Warnings: suggestive, minor angst?
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To live together in matrimony.
That is what was promised.
Matrimony itself was a subjective matter depending on the individual. The typical concept involved two spouses living with one another, engaging in domestic affairs, all normal commodities.
Yet the Zoldyck’s were never a family who valued normality.
Even now, you could hear the hollow creak of the renovated floorboards as the breeze beneath the cracks yearned to break free of the atmosphere of listlessness.
A gentle knock sounded at the door, ever so slight, you wouldn’t had noticed it had you not been brooding. Your feet ran across the cold floor as your night dress skimmed across your legs.
Immediately your hand dashed out towards the silver door handle, a sense of hope ignited in your chest.
You opened the door a centimetre as a dimly lit candle light illuminated the surrounding darkness. “Hello?”
“Good evening missus Zoldyck,” disappointment welled in your chest, of course you had been foolish in believing it might have actually been him. “I have brought the water you requested.”
“Thank you.” You drank a copious amount of the cool liquid, setting the glass back on the polished tray.
She placed the tray down just outside of the room, briefly stepping out of the room to retrieve something. “From Master Zoldyck.” A bouquet of white orchids was placed delicately into your hands. You brought it to your face and inhaled deeply, a soft smile plastering itself on your face. He never sent a card or anything of the sort, however you didn’t mind, you thought it was very illumi.
She pivoted on her heels, pausing at the door, “would you like anything else?”
“No thank you.”
She nodded and lightly closed the door. A sigh slipped past your soft lips as you crawled back onto the king sized bed, letting the splendid silky covers caress your body.
It almost felt like a hug although it lacked any of the warmth of being embraced, just a lingering sense of frigidity. For a moment, you thought of your husband and his embrace too. It was slightly frigid and he was usually cold too, however it was a sensation you could never truly forget. His return the manor was a mystery to you, you often wondered when he’d come back to you. The manor way by no means empty, far from it with all of the household staff and residents; in fact you frequently found yourself playing with his younger siblings of conversing with his father and grandfather.
But there was no company quite like your husband’s. Although his presence was quiet (and somewhat menacing) he treated you well and indulged your every need. You couldn’t deny that you missed h dearly, you were told prior to marrying Illumi of what being married to a Zoldyck entailed but that didn’t mean you couldn’t detest the lack of communication or the time that you barely had together.
But matrimony is subjective and this is how the Zoldyck’s perceive it.
You shifted in bed, turning to face the door as the handle rattled, thinking nothing of it.
Till you saw a slender silhouette silently step into the room. Reflexively, you sprung up and crossed the room, pouncing like a cat on the lithe silhouette sending you toppling downwards.
Your fall was softened by illumi who steadied the both of you by placing his hands on your hips.
“You’re back.” You cupped his face in disbelief, feeling his defined features just to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
“Mhm.”
“I-“ you could hardly formulate nor properly covey how you felt, all this pent up longing which flowed within your veins burst out as you hugged him tighter. Then you kissed him abundantly: once on his forehead, twice on his cheek and thrice on his lips (or perhaps a little more than thrice).’
“I gather that-” you pecked his lips interrupting him, “you missed me.”
“Dearly.” You admitted. “It’s not the same without you.”
He hummed, letting unspoken words transpire between you.
His nimble fingers played with the sheer fluffy ends of your night gown, “I don’t like it when you leave.”
The slightest curve of his lips could be seen as you puffed out your cheeks, a pout present on your face.
“You know I cannot do anything about that, this is what marrying a Zoldyck entails.”
You caressed just silky smooth hair between your fingers, “I know. That doesn’t mean I have to like it…” you grumbled, “I haven’t seen you for two months.”
“Yes. It seems like it’s been a while.”
You squished his cheeks together and mockingly glared at him, hoping your falsified anger would bring out some kind of a reaction; knowing he was teasing you. “That’s an understatement., Lumi”
He surprises you by abruptly standing up, lifting you into his arms and holding you close.
“Illu-?”
“-then we shall have to find a solution for that.” He told you, throwing you onto the bed as he shed his garments then moved till he was hovering above you.
You give him your full attention as curiosity overcomes you. “What are you suggesting.”
Obsidian eyes roam over every crevice of your face as he stared at you with unprecedented earnestness.
He picked your hand up gingerly.
“Perhaps it is time we have an offspring.” He went silent, partially to see your reaction however he was also thinking upon what a baby comprised of both your features would look like. He had found himself thinking about this topic quite often these days, about a baby girl with your beautiful eyes and his luscious hair. That would be nice wouldn’t it?
“Mmm.”
He pressed a soft kiss to the palm of your hand.
“Shall I make you a mother then? That way you won’t always be by your lonesome, what do you say?”
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