Killua x Reader Oneshots

"(Y/n), will you please give these towels to Master Zoldyck?"

Opening your eyes, the dim candlelight flickers against the walls, and you hold your arms out, receiving the piles of cloth. The head servant smiles softly, bowing.

"He's currently in the guest quarters in the West Wing. Please see that he gets those. His mother requested them for him." A small nod shows the lady you understood and would comply. She smiles again and leaves the room. A small exhale leaves your body, as a bead of sweat drips down your cheek.

"I thought she was going to yell at me..." You murmur, shifting the towels in your hand and starting on your way. The long corridors of the castle seemed endless, as you made your way down the candle lit hallway. "Young Master Zoldyck," was the name used for the infamous "Killua Zoldyck."

Stopping in front of the large door at the end of the hallway, you knock a few times, the clack of the metal echoing into your ears.

No answer.

"Young Master?" You inquire, raising your hand to knock again, until the door creaks open on its own.

'...Well that's unsettling.' A small shiver runs up your spine, as you push open the door.

The room was decorated almost in a goth fashion. Dark curtains blocked the moonlight from streaming in, and the glow of the shimmering chandelier painted shining crystal patterns onto the walls. Dried roses adorned the fire place mantle, the crispy petals scattered along the cold white tile, dancing to the occasional draft that flushed into the room. 

"How pretty..." You breathe, glancing towards the sound of running water in the bathroom. Your shoes clack against the tile, as you raise your hand to knock on the bathroom door. Then, it opens.

"Ah-" You state, face immediately flushing.

Hot. That was all you could think.
Your eyes trail up towards his face, the delicate yet hardened features on this individual made a chill run up your spine. He had glowing white hair and shimmering cerulean blue eyes. Water was dripping off his pale body, and you have to force your eyes to remain on his face.

"What are you doing in my room?"

The person before you asks, blue eyes glaring daggers into your soul.

"I was asked to bring you towels. M-Master." You stutter, holding them up, desperately trying to hide your face. You hear a sigh, and the towels are removed from your grasp.

"...Thanks." The young master murmurs, wiping his face with one of the clean white cloths.

"Of course." You reply, bowing. After a small awkward silence, you turn to leave, shifting your weight backwards.

"Where are you going?" The young master asks, voice hardening. You pause, basically frozen in place.

"To my quarters...." You mumble, turning around to face him. He raises an eyebrow, the towel now hung around his neck.

"I don't remember giving you permission to leave." He states, taking a few steps towards you.

"...." You swallow, directing your eyes towards the floor.

"I apologize, Young Master." The young man stops in front of you, lifting your chin with his hand.

"..Call me Killua." He states, softly brushing a finger against your lips. A confused expressions makes its home on your face.

"Pardon me, Young Maste- uhm..Killua?"  You murmur, eyes wide with perplexity. Killua had an almost dazed look on his face, before he snaps out of it, and quickly releases you.

"Sorry." He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You just...you just look like someone from my past." He sighs, glancing back at you.

You hastily fix your hair, bowing and fidgeting in your spot.

"May I take my leave..Killua?" The anxiousness present in your voice.

"Yes. Goodnight." He pinches the bridge of his nose, before waving you away.

"Goodnight." You reply, turning and exiting the room.

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'...I look like..someone from his past?'

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