When you arrived at Dolle Harbor, you knew that the bus was not the way to the exam site.
Really, how stupid are these people?
You watched with pity as many people get on the bus.
You looked around, taking in the sights of what could be your competition. You wore a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, and always kept your hood up. You weren't stupid, you knew that as a woman attempting to become a Hunter, you'd already have the odds pinned up against you, and as sad as it was, you knew you needed to keep your gender a secret to stay under the radar and to just be another candidate for the exam, and not some girl just trying to run with "the big boys".
As you looked around, you noticed a young trio arguing about which way to go. One was a young boy who couldn't have been older than 13, who was wearing a green sweater with green shorts and matching green boots and wanting to go towards a big cedar tree, and a slightly older blonde boy wearing white undergarments and a blue shawl who decided to follow him, while the oldest of the three was wearing a blue suit with a cyan tie that wanted to take the bus.
You sighed. That's cute.  I think that boy has a lot of potential. Ah well, better make my way to the exam site before nightfall.
You made your way there on your own.
As you walked into the first phase of the exam, a small green bean approached you and handed you a number. 406? Damn, I thought I would at least be in the first 100 to arrive here. As you waited for an examiner to make an appearance, the boy you saw in the harbour walked up to you.
"Hi! My name's Gon. What's yours?"
He seems so sweet! I guess there's no danger in having at least one friend.
"My name's (y/n)," and with that simple statement, Gon's eyes lit up like you just told him the best news in the world, and you couldn't help but smile at his innocence. You could tell that you were going to get along with him just fine.
"Do you want to come meet my friends, (y/n)?" Gon asked with excitement in his eyes.
"Uh... M-maybe later. I think I'm going to walk around and scope out the area," you responded nervously. Having one friend was nice, but you really didn't want too many people knowing that you were a female.
"Ok. See you later (y/n)!" Gon said excitedly as he ran back towards his friends. You chuckled and waved at him.
You started to walk around the place, and saw a commotion happening to your right, so you walked over to see what was happening.
You couldn't believe your eyes. You saw a man kneeling on the ground, screaming out in agony as his arms turned into flower petals that calmly drifted to the ground. You watched, only intrigued by what was happening in front of you.
"My how unusual," you heard a voice say. You wanted to look up, and see who caused this mans arms to disappear, but the sight was too interesting for you to peel your eyes off of. "Seems this poor man's arms have turned into flower petals," the voice said almost playfully. "Now you see them, now you don't." You finally looked up from the crumpled mess on the ground, and what you saw was far more interesting.
You don't really know what you were expecting to see, but a tall man who dressed himself like a magician was definitely not it. He had a mix of deep pink and a nice shade of purple hair, and he was wearing a white crop top with puffy shoulders on top of a pink undershirt. You mentally applauded him for his questionable, but refreshing style.
"You should be more careful," the mysterious stranger continued. "And do apologize if you bump into someone." he finished.
You knew you shouldn't have been so intrigued by him, but you couldn't help it. The danger he showed was enticing to you, and made you highly curious, but also highly cautious. You looked back up to his face and noticed he was staring straight at you with a smirk. You silently cursed yourself for staring, and walked towards a wall so you could rest. As you walked, you felt a strong presence behind you.
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Three pieces I still had in my word doc that I didnât make into longer pieces! Enjoy the Hisoka, Razor and Uvogin content :D
Hisoka
âSir. Sir. Please step back behind the counter.â You urged, hoping the magician would respect your personal space even a little.âJust because youâre on the two-hundredth floor doesnât mean you get to enter employee-only rooms.â
âAlways the âsirâ, arenât we more than that?â
âI schedule your fights, nothing more.â You tried to stand up, only for his hand to slowly but forcefully push your shoulders back down until you sat again. His expression was amicable, but youâd seen him kill with just as big of a smile, knowing not to trust it. âNow can you please-â
âAnd schedule them you do so well!â He sat on your desk, his heels leaning on the sides of your chair, leaving you no place to move. âI heard it was your idea to match me to that one with the burning whips. Is that true?â
âHert?â
âYes... I think thatâs the one. I rarely remember the names.â His eyes widened a bit. âBut I havenât forgotten yours, y/n. Itâs a gift for a job well-done.â
Ignoring the fact you literally wore an id-card, you exhaled sharply, looking as righteously pissed off you could be. Â âI do choose the match-ups when combatants donât enter a preference, and Iâm glad youâve enjoyed my choices, but youâre overstepping some boundaries here.â
âYouâre awfully uptight, y/n.â He drawled, pinching your cheek in an awfully infantilizing way. âIf youâd just listen to me a bit, youâd realize Iâm just here with an offer.â
âJust tell me.â
âIf youâd arranged a fight for me with a certain floor master,â He started, his eyes flashing with something akin to excitement and his breathing slightly shaky. âIâd definitely make it worth your while.â
Razor
The bottle spun and spun, the cap pointing tauntingly at everyone in the circle.
When the bottle had landed on you, your first reaction was to stand up and run out, not willing to look any of your fellow inmates in the eyes. Youâd just sat down on a whim, not really realizing the bottle could point to you as well.
Did you want to make-out with some random person, a colleague even? There were only a few you recognized in the circle, the pirates of Greed Island looking at you with hidden enthusiasm and anxiety, all awaiting the verdict of the bottle.
They were probably thinking of what they would do if the bottle landed on them, whether they would accept kissing you or if theyâd make a scene.
The bottle stopped, and you saw it pointed at a girl youâd seen at the liquor cabinet earlier in the evening. You breathed out in relief, knowing some kiss with a girl who seemed nice would be way less confrontational and embarrassing than with some of the others at the circle.
Before you could even say something over the cheering and hollering, Razor did something rather unexpected.
He leaned forward, grabbed the bottle, and pointed it toward himself.
You didnât really know what to do, having already stood up and moved toward the initial girl. The rest of the pirates quieted down, not wanting to make a scene with their boss, not really finding enforcing the rules of this game worth the punishment of going against Razor.
You didnât have to do much, just a peck would be fine, right?Â
Walking toward the game master, you slowly bowed down so you were at his level and placed a peck on his lips, already finding this to be way too intense. Razor had different plans, immediately curling his fingers around your neck, and deepened the kiss, forcing a yelp out of you as he slowly let his tongue go over your lips, silently asking for entrance.
You didnât give in, and eventually, he let go, still smiling encouragingly as you stepped back, as embarrassed as you could be.
He stood up and addressed the silent onlookers.
âNow, now. A game like this is unbecoming of the lot of you. You all have training tomorrow remember?â With a final smirk your way he turned around. âI expect you all to retreat to your quarters within the hour.â
Uvogin
âIf you could cut my skin with that knife,â Uvo grumbled as you finally finished up one side, mere specs of shaving cream remaining on the left side of his face, his sideburns untouched as per his request. âYou wouldâve cut me about six times by now, I think.â
âNo way.â You started the other side, your tongue slightly sticking out of the side of your mouth in concentration. You slowly moved the blade over the easiest part, the scruff heâd been growing easily shaving off. âAt least nine times.â
âAha, so you admit you suck at this?â
âCâmon, Iâve never used a knife like this one to do this.â You moved the blade again, another line of shaving cream pushed off. Uvo kept his face still but you could see he was unimpressed. You washed off the cream in the sink. âIf youâd let me use my razor, I wouldâve been done already.â
âIf youâd just let me do it myself, weâd also be done already.â He replied, though you could see he didnât really mean it. The moment youâd uttered the request to help him shave his face, heâd already sat down on the floor, instructing you on how to do it.
You scraped the last parts above his lip very slowly and carefully, though you knew the knife wouldnât be able to pierce any part of him. You put the razor in the sink and grabbed a towel to dry off his face, during which you were pulled forward into a sloppy kiss.Â
When he pulled away, he raised his eyebrows. âAnd? Better?â
You placed another kiss on his lips, his skin way softer than before. âBetter.â
Happy (extremely late) Valentineâs Day! Hope you enjoy this Hisoka fic. Iâve been trying more second person. Also this is filthy. Please like and reblog if you did enjoy it. Submitted by @my-child-gaaraâ
When you decided to go out with your friends, you werenât expecting to find your ex sitting at the bar. The crowd did nothing when both of you two laid eyes on each other. Between the bumping bass and obnoxious drunk people, it was obvious that both of you had a distinct hatred for each other.Â
âShould we go?â asked one of your friends. She mustâve noticed the flickering in your eyes or the face that his own eyes had yet to leave your frame.Â
âNo,â you sigh while stirring the liquid courage in your hands. âHeâll leave soon enough.â You tip the drink to your mouth. The burning sensation hit the back of your throat and made you scrunch your face. âHeâs only doing this to annoy me.â
Your friend scoffed. âHeâs doing a great job.â Your grip released a bit from the glass in your hand. You hadnât realized the death grip youâd held onto your cup.Â
âDarling Iâd love if youâd squeeze me the way,â said the sultry voice behind you. Instinctively, you turn to be face-to-face with the man who unintentionally, or intentionally, had ruined your dating relationship for the near future.Â
Smells of sweets, strong whiskey, and cheap cologne perforate your senses. âHisoka.â His name felt like a hangover and candy. âI thought I got a restraining order on you.â
âIâd like someone to try and stop me.â With the flick of his wrists, cards appeared between his two fingers. âNow, how about we go and talk, hm~â
You knew youâd regret following him but it was going to happen whether you enjoyed the ride or not. You handed off your drink to your friend even though she begged for you to stay. âI promise Iâll be safe. I can handle myself.â
Hisoka brought you to a secluded part of the club. He mustâve been serious about talking because normally he loves to show off the fact that he was getting attention by anyone that would watch. Voyeuristic bastard.Â
âHisoka, I told you I was done with you,â you say; however, youâre a little too busy being consumed by his height and distinct lack of being drunk even when he was here a long time before you.Â
He hummed while placing a single finger under your chin. âYou say that except you told me to come here.â
âWhen did I tell you that?â you ask. He holds out his phone to see message after message of drunk texts sent two weeks ago. All of them were pleads to cum and the lack of men that could make your toes curl and leave you a whiney mess more than him. You sigh while turning attention to the wall in hopes of your ex not noticing you shift positions.Â
He used the finger to turn your head back to look at him. âDo you want to cum, darling? If you wanted to, all you had to do is ask.â
âI can get off without you,â you retort. âI donât need-â Your voice trails off as you notice Hisoka using his other hand to stroke his cock through the tight pants he always wore. The outline was extremely visible to anyone in close proximity. A single drop of drool escaped the side of your lips. You wiped your hand across your face. âFine. Just be fast.â
Hisoka leaned in to nibble on your earlobe. âIâll take as long as I want. Youâll still be begging at the end of the night.â His words sent shivers up your spine. Before you knew it, you were pulled into the bathroom and pushed into the stall.Â
Your hands hit the back of the tile wall as your ex reached to rip off the thin fabric of your underwear. Your dress was hiked up around your waist which left you with a cold shiver. Pleasantries were not ones with him. It was straight to the point and full of lusty aggravation.Â
A finger dipped in between your folds only to come up wet and aching. âSeems like someone is excited.â His taunting tone made you groan; yet, he stuck the finger in his mouth for taste. âAs sweet as always.âÂ
Before you could respond, Hisoka held your hands up to lock them above your head. You were now at his mercy. Youâd become extremely familiar with bungee gum used in the bedroom. You can look but never touch.Â
You pulled at your restraints knowing it wonât help. Hisoka runs a few fingers up and down your cunt with little regard for the aching bundle of nerves. His touch left you a mumbling mess in hopes that would appease his ego enough to let him fuck you.Â
âNeedy little bitch,â he whispers. Hisoka releases his cock from his pants. It was red and aching from the lack of attention. âIs this what you want? You want this etched into you. The only cock that can please you.â He strokes his own cock as you do his ego. Each desperate plea for him to rearrange your guts was met with more dirty talk.Â
The tip replaced his fingers trail up and down your slit. So close but not enough friction to keep you from clenching around nothing. âP-please,â you pleaded while your head leaned against his broad shoulders.Â
Without warning, Hisoka shoved every inch into your aching hole. A mix of your curses and his grunts filled the small bathroom. He filled you to the brim. You both new that no man has filled you as much as your ex.Â
âMove,â you grunt through gritted teeth. Hisoka, gladly, accepted orders this time. His hips thrusted quickly while setting a harsh and angry pace.Â
âNormally I donât listen to greedy bitches but you feel too good.â Each thrust left you breathless and aching for more. You desperately tried to release yours as the pace continued. Hisoka finally found your clit as he rubbed small circles.Â
He caused drool to escape from your lips once again. The quick pace along with him touching you in the best way possible made the familiar build up happen much faster than your shower head had. You wriggle against his touch before falling over with his name.Â
The lewd sounds of slapping skin didnât disappear though. Hisoka worked you through your orgasm while trying for his own.Â
Hisoka grunted once more and spilled deep within you. Coating every inch of your walls with his sticky cum. The action causing you to shiver once again. Finally, his pace started to slow. You both breathe hard against the sweaty clothing.Â
âFuck, Hisoka,â you say. âI was right to text you.â
Your ex smirked while pulling out of you and shoving his dick back in his pants. âYou were always a good lay. Make sure to call me anytime you actually want to have a genuine orgasm.â His voice was sultry which left you a breathless mess against the disgusting sweat covered stall. Hisoka didnât release your arms until he disappeared in the crowd of people.Â
Once your wrists were free, you made sure to save his number as a speed dial for a good dick appointment.
Hisoka lowered his head down again, licking a small stripe up your neck. You let out a shaky breath, tilting your head to the side. âI canât keep this act up,â you thought. âYou like that, darling?~â Hisoka mumbled, gently biting down on your neck. Your thighs squeezed together as you slowly nodded. âHow does he know what turns me on?â you thought.Â
He chuckled and started pressing hot kisses to your neck, your legs starting to tremble. âSo sensitive~â Hisoka commented.Â
âShut up,â you grumbled, but you knew he was right. He kept your hands pinned above your head with one hand, his free hand following the curve of your side. He slid his knee between your thighs, prying them open. You looked at him with wide eyes, not knowing what he was planning on doing to you since you were entirely at his mercy. He removed his hand from your wrists, but your hands still stayed bound together although you couldnât see any kind of restraint.
Sensing your confusion, Hisoka chuckled. âItâs my nen ability, darling~âÂ
âW-what are you going to do to me?â You tried to pull your hands apart, but the invisible restraint only seemed to tighten.
He cupped your breast with one hand while the other circled around your clit, making you tremble in anticipation. âI want to hear you beg for me to make you come~â he whispered in your ear, biting the shell of your ear. You gulped. âThereâs absolutely no way Iâm going to beg,â you thought. Hisoka gently and slowly rubbed your clit, his other hand squeezing your nipple.
âAh!â You gasped, your face flushing red from embarrassment. You wished your hands were free so you could hide your face from him because you really did like what he was doing.Â
âGood girl~â he purred in your ear, making you whimper.Â
You felt his middle finger start to wander away from your clit, his index finger still massassing it. âW-what are you doing?â You breathed out, looking down at his hand. He winked at you before slipping his finger inside of you. âOh, shit,â you groaned, tensing up due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were receiving.
âYouâre so wet, darling~â Hisoka whispered, lowering himself down so he could flick his tongue over your nipple. You let out a small yelp, his finger curling and brushing up against your sweet spot.
âAh, fuck, Hisoka,â you moaned, pulling hard against the invisible restraints. You were completely coming apart from his touch, and you needed him to touch you more. He let out a low chuckle, continuing to swirl his tongue over your nipple as he slid another finger inside of you. âOh god!â You threw your head back. Your entire body was trembling from just a few of his fingers. Suddenly, Hisoka pulled away, and you immediately felt incredibly empty as well as frustrated because he was getting you close to orgasming. âHisoka, what the fuck?â You groaned, narrowing your eyes at him.
âDidnât I say I wanted you to beg?~â He reminded you.Â
âIâm not going to beg,â you told him, looking him dead in the eyes.
âIs that a challenge?~â He asked and leaned down, his lips pressing against your ear. âBecause you will lose~â There was something about his voice that sent shivers down your spine. Part of you already wanted to cave in and let him have his way with you, but you were too prideful to lose that easily.
âDo your worst,â you challenged him with a smirk. He suddenly picked you up, moving you over to where the waterfall was. He pressed you up against the stone wall, which was a lot smoother and less rough on your back than the rock had been.
âI didnât want you getting all roughed up because I wouldnât be the one doing it~â He explained, prying your legs open.Â
âOh, how thoughtful,â you sneered, trying to cover up how much you actually wanted him to get rough with you. He was able to bring out sides of you that you didnât even know existed beforehand.
âNow~â he got down onto his knees, the water coming up to his chest, âPut your legs on my shoulders. Donât worry about accidentally falling. My nen ability contains the properties of both rubber and gum, so I attached your wrists to the wall to ensure your safety~â he explained, looking up at you.
You suddenly realized what he was going to do to you. âI will hurt you if I fall,â you warned him, putting one leg over his shoulder.
âIâd love nothing more~â he grabbed your other leg and helped you put it over his other shoulder. He slowly licked around your lips, teasing you by occasionally letting his tongue dip inside of you.
âShit,â you grunted, biting down on your lip. He flicked his tongue over your clit before sucking on it. âFuck, not there!â You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut. Your whole body started shaking from the waves of pleasure coursing through you. You suddenly felt two fingers slip inside of you as his tongue abused your clit. âIâm not going to last long at all, and he only just started. Is he really this good, or am I just overly sensitive?â you thought.
His fingers explored every crevice they could. âMy, youâre so wet~â he pulled away and licked his fingers. âAnd tasty too~â You were breathing incredibly hard, and you wanted him to keep going so you could finally have some release. He suddenly buried his face in you, his tongue plunging deep inside.
âAh!â You moaned as you unconsciously tried to squeeze your thighs together, but then you remembered Hisoka was down there. âOh, shit sorry,â you quickly apologized.
He pulled back and smirked at you. âNo need to apologize. I quite enjoyed that, especially because you couldnât help yourself.â He kissed your inner thigh and bit down, leaving a small hickey before continuing where he left off. You were breathing incredibly hard, and you were already nearing your climax. âGod, this man is going to actually make me come.â Sensing how close you were, Hisoka immediately pulled away.
âOh my god,â you groaned loudly, wiggling around. âJust let me finish!â
âBeg for it~â he said and flicked his tongue over your clit once just to tease you and remind you what kind of position you were in. He wasnât going to let you come without begging.
âFine,â you huffed and looked away so you didnât have to see the satisfaction of him getting you to do what he wanted. âPlease, Hisoka. Please make me come,â you begged half-heartedly.
âLook at me, and this time, actually mean it~â he told you, kissing your inner thighs as he looked up at you.
When you looked down at him and met his golden eyes, you couldnât help but blush. âI knew he was hot before, but goddamn, heâs outright sexy right now,â you thought. Hisokaâs hair was all messy, and his lips were a bit swollen from sucking on your clit. You definitely wanted to see him in between your legs again. âPlease, Hisoka. I need you to make me come. I desperately need to come,â you begged, making puppy-dog eyes for extra emphasis.
He smirked and happily continued where he left off before, his tongue exploring every single spot inside of you. âIâm going to come,â you thought to yourself, and as soon as he brushed up against your clit, you came with a loud moan as electricity shot through your entire body. Hisoka licked up a lot of what had come out, pulling back so he could look at you. âYou were such a good girl, darling~â he praised you, pressing soft kisses to your thighs. âThis wonât be the last time I make you come~â
âI sure hope not,â you immediately said. There was no way you were going to give up on having another intense orgasm like that.
(Hey guys! Iâm so sorry for the long awaited update. My semester is coming to an end, so Iâm having to write lots of long papers. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, and shout out to my best friend for reading this beforehand to make sure it made sense. My Instagram is the best way to check for updates! Itâs @life_isrotten ~Jordan)
warnings: slight nsfw, toxic relationship, mentions of death
You sat on the abandoned, dirty parking lot, smoking the remainings of your cheap-brand cigarette, as you gazed at the sunset. Besides you there was a guy, probably- no definitely drunk, around his 30s, pissing besides a seemingly worn- out tree, his head throw back while his mouth hang half- open with some drool falling down his unshaved chin. There were also two cats scratching on trash bags, not too far away your little home, desperately trying to find something edible to eat out of the trash. The smell of piss, alcohol mixed with blood would be overwhelming for most people, but you were used to it by now.
Youâve been living in this shitty, overbearing neighbourhood for over a year now. After your psycho ex boyfriend suceeded in killing your very own mother, you packed your stuff and started a new life in an isolated city, with little to no citizens. Most of the people living around here were either extremely poor individuals, runaways or typical criminals. Despite the shitty situation you got yourself stuck in, you actually started to make a friend here, a goth chick named Magda. She was a drug dealer that got you into the business, assisting you in making a living. She was beautiful, her long, pitch black hair always falling beautifully onto her wide, broad shoulders, defining her gorgeous slender, long neck, her mesmerizing emerald green eyes staring deep into your soul everytime she spoke to you. She usually wore this glossy black lipstick, which she always let you borrow, she had her septum and nipples pierced, as well as her lower private area. Thatâs the girl you had fallen in love with the past couple of months. You werenât sure if whether or not she felt the same way, and youâd never really find out. Because she ghosted you. Well, that's one theory. She only left a text that she was going away on a business trip for a month or so and then stopped replying at all. She never answered any calls or messages and everytime you knocked on her door, it looked like no one lived there anymore, besides her stuff still being there. No one seemed to have seen her around recently either. It has been two months and still no news from her.Â
You finished your cigarette, dropping it on the ground before stepping on it and headed back inside. Truth is, ever since you moved here you havenât really been able to properly take care of yourself. Thatâs where Magda came in. She always made sure you ate, showered and drank enough water. She helped you clean around the house and even cooked you proper food when your depression was getting worse. Now that she was gone, you havenât touched any homecooked meals, barely surviving out of takeout and instant ramen- that is if you remembered that you needed to eat in order to survive. You havenât taken a shower in more than a week, making your hair greasy and oily as well as your whole body reek. Never in your life had you pictured yourself to end up this way.Â
A few years ago you had big aspirations, planning on continuing your career as a professional hunter, being recognized by the zodiacs and even becoming the chairman one day, regardless of how far and childish that dream sounded. You possessed great talent, your nen was practically stronger than average people, you controlled a unique power and you were greatly respected by the hunter association. It all changed till you met him. At first you thought that he was simply a little weird, but you only brushed him off as an annoying asshole with an odd fighting kink. He always kept mentioning your potential whenever he was around you, sometimes he even got flirty , but lucky for you he never actually made a move to attack you. You could tell he was way stronger and that made you want to keep training more in order to reach his level. You kept running into him to the point where conversation was inevitable. You became close friends, hang out in the top of apartment buildings and smoked together, laid on the couch and listened to that weird mac donalds song he was so obsessed with while talking about whatever, you didnât even realise when you fell in love with him.Â
He was the first one to make the first move, pinning you against the wall one day, whispering in your ear how he couldnât hold back anymore. Before you could protest, he pressed his lips against yours, his hand finding the way around your waist. His kiss was hypnotic and passionate and you soon found yourself kissing back. You could feel him smirk against your lips as he explored the inside of your mouth. He only left you a few seconds of space to breathe, before he shoved his tongue inside your mouth again. Without much effort he lifted you up and as a reflex you wrapped your legs around his torso for balance, not a minute after realise it was dangerously close to his croch. He let out a soft groan, and deepened the kiss, leaving you little to no air to breathe. Just as you were ready for more, he pulled away completely.
âFrom this day on forward, youâre mine~â, he licked his lips seductively, âMake sure to remember that, we wouldnât want anyone to get hurt because of that would we?â
If what he said wasnât enough of a red flag already, the next months to follow he were far from worse. He was posessive, pushy and overall too much to handle throughout the whole relationship, sometimes he even showed signs of possesiveness. When you started living together, which didnât take too long to happen, heâd sometimes come home with weird blood stains all over him and you thought he was hurt most of the time- till you realised it wasnât his blood. You kept making excuses for him, after all he did have a hunters licence, so it was only natural if a fight got a bit out of hand. Other than that, he was the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet when he wanted to be, always healed your wounds when you happened to get hurt, was fun to be around and good in bed.
You never thought Hisoka was a murderer till you walked in on him sliting your motherâs throat with one of his cards.Â
It took you around a month to oficially end things with him, since you were scared out of your mind. Your relationship with him after the incident was never the same. Whenever he touched you, you flinched, you rarely wanted to sleep with him, and when you guys did have sex, it was only in order for him to not suspect anything. You avoided him at all costs, and his jokes didnât seem as funny anymore. His creepy and possesive behaviour started getting more obvious and he even started stalking you. You didnât know why Hisoka decided to kill the only close person in your life besides him. You thought it was because of how your mother didnât aprove your relationship with him, or how sheâd emotionally abuse you as a child. Or maybe it was because he wanted you to himself. Whatever the reason was, you knew you couldnât stay with him anymore. That man was far more dangerous than you thought.
So when Hisoka had to leave for a while for a âbusiness tripâ, you took it as an oportunity to ran away. You knew Hisoka would fuck the whole world up in order to find you, so you invested all your savings to move away to the most possibly far away destination you could afford. You deleted all of your accounts, made sure to move from place to place in order for him to not find you, and never contacted the hunter association again. Thatâs when your career started going downhill. You couldnât get a stable job anywhere, in order for no information to be recorded, so you survived off shoplifting. When your savings were almost gone, it had been quite some time, so you decided it was safe enough to start a new life somewhere. You chose an abandoned city, since you thought that way it would be harder for Hisoka to find you.
You opened the fridge, only a few monster energy drinks sitting there, along with some leftover chicken nuggets and most like dry fries. You took the chicken nuggets and an ultra red flavor of monster out of the fridge and placed the chicken nuggets inside your microwave. You pressed the button and waited for the food to be ready. Just as you were about to open the microwave, the doorbell rang.Â
You usually didnât have many visitors, so it was very rare for anyone to stop by. You cautiously looked through the eyehole of the door to check who it was. You let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was just the mailman.Â
The mailman was an old man, around his late fifties, who was on parole. He was always grumpy for some reason, but he was a good, honest man. He had a son around your age who studied to become a laywer in york new city. The neighbourhood respected him greatly, and the children around here called him âgrampsâ.Â
âWhatâs up, old man?â, you greeted him. âHow come you decided to pay me a visit? I donât remember ordering anything?âÂ
âHow many times have I told you to not call me that?â, Marlow scoffed, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, âAnyway, I came here to deliver a package. A weird man asked me to deliver this to you. He said it was important or something. Iâm just going to leave this here.â
âYou sure you donât wanna come inside, Marlow? I can treat you something to drink if youâd like. I also have some edibles.â
âNah, im good. Your edibles ainât shit. Also, all you have to drink at your home are energy drinks and water, so iâll pass.â, the old man scratched his beard.Â
âGeez, no need to insult my babies. I put great effort in these, ya know?â, you stepped outside to take the package out of his hands, the package being a little to light for comfort, âHave a nice day, old manâ
âI told you not to- You know what, whatever.â, he sighed in defeat, âIâm just going to go. LaterâÂ
You watched the man walk away, slowly becoming a dot into the distance before disappearing. You shook the box and put your ear against it. Something small, even tiny was in there. The package had pink duck tape with little hearts all over and childish star drawings on the side of it. You struggled to open it, but when you did manage to take a peek inside, you wish you didnât. A middle, human finger was standing in the middle of the box- blood splattered all over the each wall.Â
You gasped, immediately dropping the box out of your hands, due to the immense shock. Your hands were shaking and your head was spinning. You kept chanting inside your head that this was some kind of stupid prank and that the finger was not real. Despite your inner conflict, curiosity got the better of you and with your hands still quivering, you decided to take the finger into your palm, to examine it. You recognized that finger somewhere. The finger was pale, viens popping out of it with a long, black cracked acrylic nail attached to it. There was a note tapped to the back of it, with blood smudged all over it.Â
Your hands were moving on their own as you opened the note. You recognized the handwriting. It belonged to Hisoka. Of course it did. Who else would it be? The finger for sure belonged to Magda, no question about it. You were sure that son of a bitch had either killed or tortured her. Or both. If he knew how you were in love with her, he had surely killed her in the most horrendous way you could or couldn't even think of.Â
After all, your dear Hisoka would never let you feel happiness if it didnât include him in it.
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You were huffing and puffing, trying to catch the air that you were painfully missing. You were running with a limp, trying to focus on something else than the unbearable pain all over your body. You crouched down behind a rock, biting your lips in agony, you carefully touched your stomach, you probably had some broken ribs. You wiped your sweaty and bloody forehead; you didnât have time to relax. All your muscles were tensed, ready to leap. You heard a rustling sound in front of you, you immediately stood up, on guard. Your heart was beating fast, too fast. A silhouette appeared, slowly making his way toward you, with a smile on his face.
"Hey there little kitty ~ âĽ"
You shook with fear. Your mouth became dry as you looked around, you were trapped. You breathed in, trying to remain calm. You stumbled forward.
"Hisoka, let me go." Â You pleaded.
His amber eyes were peering at you. His crooked smile increased as he licked his lips. You felt like a prey trapped by his predator.
"That wonât do, youâre not broken yet ~" He cooed.
A cold shiver ran down your spine. You stepped back; you werenât ready to die. You desperately thought for a way out, but the only answer was that you had to fight. You couldnât outrun him, not in your state. Hisoka was still standing in front of you, patiently waiting for you to make a move. He had only some small scratches and ripped clothes, nothing that could give you an advantage. You took a deep breath and looked at him determined. He smiled back. You rushed at him; he didnât move as you expected, in a matter of seconds you were in front of him. You jumped, ready to kick him. You saw him moving slowly to dodge it, you swiftly shift position, and your foot collided with his cheekbone. You felt a sharp pain in your leg as you landed; you looked down, blood was running down. You glanced at Hisoka; he was licking his razor-sharp card, unaffected by your hit.
"My turn now ~ âĽ"
You didnât have time to ask what he was talking about that he was already charging at you, throwing cards, you managed to dodge them all, but your speed and agility werenât as good as you hoped, too many of them cut you in the process. You were out of breath, and your body couldnât keep up with you anymore. You noticed a cliff in the corner of your eyes. If you could reach it, you would have a better chance of survival than keeping on fighting Hisoka. He charged again. You blocked as many blows as you could, wincing in pain at each one of them. You throw one of your knives in what looked like a desperate attempt. He easily dodged it, you smiled.
"Youâre not the only one with a cool Nen." You stated.
Your knife came back as if you had thrown a boomerang, catching out of guard Hisoka, whose only choices were to retreat or take the hit. He jumped back, and you choose this instant to rush toward the cliff. You looked down, gulped, closed your eyes, and jumped. The cold air was hurting even more than your wounds, it was like millions of razors slicing your skin. You braced yourself as you were about to hit the ground, but the impact never came on the contrary. He lifted you back on top of the cliff. You were attached to his Bungee Gum; you didnât know when he had done that, since you used Gyo all the time.
"You canât run away like that, thatâs really rude." His voice broke the silence.
He walked toward you, playing with a card in his hand. He put it to your throat.
"Now, where were we?~" â
"Just kill me already." You clenched your teeth.
He positioned himself in front of you, faking shock.
"Kill you?" He repeated. "I wonât do that... Well, not today ~ âŚ"
He let go of you and started walking away.
"You still have a long way to go ____, I canât wait for our next meeting, Iâm sure youâll be able to please me then ~ âĽ" He said, waving at you.
You watched at his silhouette slowly disappeared from your sight. Your body shook uncontrollably, and your knees gave up on you. You fell on the floor and started laughing. You couldnât wait for your next meeting either, but this time he will be the one on his knees.
Chapter 7 of my OCâs life story has been posted on Wattpad! To go straight to the chapter click here! But if you would like to go to the beginning click here!
Bubblegum Blood (Young Hisoka X OC {reader}) - Ch. 7 - Drowning in Nightmares (on Wattpad)
 I wanted to take a shot at writing an OC character into the Hunter X Hunter world. I actually have big ideas for this character but will start at the beginning. Hisoka won't make an appearance until about chapter 9 or 10. There will be no "smut" in this book, but there will be violence, gore, and mental/physical abuse.
 12 year old Sadashi Ito and her four sisters where born and raised in a small village south east of Glam Gas Land. Her life was that of simple farm life. It would have been a pretty good life, if it wasn't for her abusive father and neglectful mother. Sadashi has learned to live with the beatings, and take it one day at a time. That is, until dark thoughts start to go through her mind. A voice whispers inside her head, urging her to spill blood. Sadashi fights the mental battle alone, feeling she can trust no one, not even her younger sisters. An unexpected source of support comes with the arrival of a traveling performance troupe in the form a pale, red haired teenager. Will he be enough to keep The Voice from consuming Sadashi's mind and sending her down the path of a killer?
I was wondering if you could do a Hisoka x Hufflepuff reader, please? Also, your posts are amazing.
Thanks Anon! I donât write too much, hence why this took so long, and I felt that a list of headcanons wonât do this justice, so enjoy~
Silence breaks as you climb the tower, footsteps echoing across the chamber like drumming heartbeats, your motherâs Christmas present tucked under your arm, your robes fluttering around you like angry ravens. Ever consistent to your absentminded nature, you had lost her present until just a couple minutes ago when you found it jumbled and hidden within the depths of your trunk. The steep staircases spiral endlessly, eerily quiet with what little students left in Hogwarts attending the Christmas Feast, but somehow your feet lead you on. Opening the owlery door, the odd mix of stale droppings and crisp winter air greet you, itâs not unpleasant nor is it welcomed.
You take in a long breath, and exhale. A couple feathers drifts down and you sneeze.
âThis is my spot you know. If you want to run and hide from the party you need to find your own spot.â You scream, almost dropping the present, flipping around to find the source of the smooth voice. No sooner had your eyes adjusted to the dark room, did a figure saunter out from behind the beams. You recognize the cold look in those yellow eyes anywhere, and your heart pounded heavily against your rib cage.
âIâm not hiding. What are you doing up here? Everyone else is downstairs.â Somehow you find the courage inside of you, and your words come out strong. Like the stench in the air, you feel no particular animosity towards the boy, nor do you feel any sort of fondness towards him. It was just uncomfortably awkward, and made you wish you were alone in the dark tower.
Hisoka steps closer, you consciously will yourself to not take a step back. âHmm? Is that so? Well I just wanted to be alone. Why are you here?â He asks, disappearing behind a post before appearing right behind you, half-lidded eyes glinting all the while.
You gulp, shrugging to play it off as you head over to a barn owl. âI just needed to send some stuff home. I thought I lost my motherâs Christmas present but turns out it was in my trunk the whole time.â
âI thought Hufflepuffs were good finders, guess that canât be true for all.â He laughs, and it makes your stomach flip for all the wrong reasons. You looked away, pretending to catch the attention of an owl as you snuck glances at him.
Youâve never interacted with the boy the past year despite being in the same classes, but words of his actions have drifted in and out of your friend circle during your time at Hogwarts.
Heâs insane. Gilbert Huckerby once whispered after rumors of a badly injured fifth year student being sent to St Mungos spread to the Hufflepuff common room. It was thought that Hisoka was the perpetrator but since no one had any proof, he got away.
Youâve heard the stories, of blisters growing all over the victimâs face, of burning tongues and disappearing eyes, all while the boy in front of you was said to have looked on, smiling.
But heâs⌠small, even for a thirteen year old. Heâs slightly shorter than you are, in all your tiny glory. With floppy hair framing his still baby-faces cheeks, you knew that while dismissing those rumors would be unwise, it was hard to believe them all.
âCanât win them all.â You shrugged, struggling to secure the package to a the fidgety barn owl you had manage to persuade. It hooted shrilly when you accidentally tangled the string with your fingers, and pecked at them when you got its talons mixed up in the process.
âAck! Iâm sorry! I canât help it!â You turn to the amused boy next to you, practically pleading, your absent mindedness costing you, âcan you please untie this? My hands are stuck and I canât-â You tug at the string and get another nip in response.
âHmm? I donât really feel up to the task and Iâm kinda enjoying the view and all.â He gestures out towards the open grounds, eyes glinting mischievously in the dark. In the night, his yellow eyes blended in with the other owls that stared judgmentally down at you.
âPlease? I really need to send this off- Ack!â A wing slaps you across the face, and a mocking laugh echoes through the tower, sending a few tawny owls flying out the window. You turn to glare at him, trying to look as threatening as you could with a scratched up face and feathers in your hair.
âThis isnât funny!â You exclaim, only to get slapped again in the other cheek. âYuck! Whenâs the last time you clean yourself!â The bird shoots you a scathing look, hooting even more as it pecks your nose.
âReally? I disagree. Arenât you suppose to be a witch?â His smile shone even in the faint candle light, distractingly bright, and you caught yourself staring before quickly turning away, hoping the darkness hid your beet red face.
âAh! Why didnât I think of that?â Quickly, you try to reach for your wand but realize itâs missing. Frantically you try to retrace your steps, banging your head against the wall when you realize you left it in your robe pocket downstairs. You groan and bang your head against the wall.
âYou got it really tangled up.â Warm fingers glide over yours and it takes all of your self-control not to jump when you feel something hot breathing against the name of your neck. You turn your face slightly, and let out a muffled scream when your nose nearly brushes against Hisokaâs. He looked extremely pleased with himself, moreso than usual as he frees the owl from your clumsy hands. His fingers are nimble, quick and long, so slender they make your own look childish in comparison. You feel his breath run across your neck, sending jolts of shivers across your frame, the air feeling incredibly thin as his hands brushed against yours. You try to look away, and find it impossible. His smile, which you assumes to be even creepier up close, was somehow extremely attractive, in a boyish way.
âThere.â He smirks, stepping back. You catch yourself staring at the curve of his jaw and the surprising broadness of his shoulders throughout a curtain of hair as he steps back. Just like that you release a breath you werenât aware you were holding in, relaxing as you felt the last tremors leave your knees. You breathe a sigh of relief, thanks at the tip of your tongue when you notice he held a pack of sweets in his hand. A pack you distinctly remembered wrapping up and had intended to give your brother.
âHey! Give that back!â
âConsider it payment for my help.âhe smirks, tossing it in the air.
âWhat-â but you pause. Knowing Hisoka, arguing would just be giving him what he wanted and you refuse to stoop to his level. You straighten up and look him dead in the eye, puffing your chest out. Besides, Christmas is the time for giving anyway.
âFine, you can keep it. Thanks for helping me out.â His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and you feel oddly pleased at surprising him. âIâll just get some more at Honeydukes, Iâve been meaning to get a different flavor anyway.â You hop down the stairs, pleased to know that your mum would now be getting her present.
âWell, Iâm going to head down now.â You stop, noticing how he still stood at the top of the steps. âArenât you coming down? The feast is going to end soon, if we hurry we can get dessert.â
âIâm staying up here.â He answers after a slight pause. He smiles the same cold smile youâve see so many times that never quite reaches his eyes, waving you off. On top of the tower, alone with the surrounding wooden post ring long shadows all around him, he looks like a ghost, isolated from everything, and you almost push on.
But you remember this is also Hisoka, and the contorted face of the fifth year you saw heaving on the hospital bed stops you.
âAlright then, Merry Christmas.â You give him a half hearted wave back and descend the stairs, missing how his stare follows you and remains stationed there long after youâre gone.
âŚ..
It eats away at you.
You push your mash potatoes around as what was left of your housemates laugh and compare their Christmas gifts, mind returning to the lone boy in the tower. He probably had his reasons for wanting to be alone, but somehow you cannot shake off the strange feeling growing in your gut. The guilt slowly ebbs away at your consciousness, with both sides of your heart battling out.
As scary as it was, he did help you, and you hated the idea of anyone else having to spend Christmas alone in that tower.
Even if it were Hisoka.
You made your choice, you suddenly stood up and loaded on dessert, running off to find the boy.
The owlery is mostly empty and your voice echoes across the circular tower. You climb the steps and find Hisoka sprawled lazily across one of the larger windows, shuffling a worn out deck of cards, the pack of sweets he stole from you lying forgotten on the floor.
You almost call out to him but a tirade of voices flood through your ears. The weight in your hands feeling inexplicably heavy for that split moment.
Dangerous.
Unstable.
A threat to us all.
He lifts a hand up⌠and accidentally drop the cards all over his face.
Relief swells like a balloon and you quickly climb to the window.
âHey are you hungry?â You call out. He doesnât even take a glance at you as you set your haul right next to him.
âYou could have answered me, you know!â You huffed, crossing your arms. He lazily turns his head towards you and smiles. You hate the coldness in his eyes as he sits up straight, gaze boring straight through you. It was as if he couldnât exactly see you, the glazed look his eyes had taken on adding to your discomfort.
âAre you.. okay?â You ask, approaching him the way one would approach a wild animal, and you catch yourself reaching out to him. He smiles, baring his teeth and shows off an impressive set of canines.
âAh? What brings this Hufflepuff back? Another package to send? I hope you know that the owls here refuse to send anything else for you.â He eyes the package on the floor with mild interest and you pull back, clenching your fist in an effort to still them.
âThatâs too bad. This next one is to Mars, my cousin goes to school there and I thought she would like her present.â You hope he doesnât hear the slight tremble in your as you play into his game, you know what to do, even if your heart feels as if itâs going to crawl out of your throat.
âWhat school do they go to?â He asks.
âPigfarts.â You reply with a completely straight face.
Hisoka blinks, once, twice. And roars with laughter. Itâs almost like a bark and you find it hard to stand your ground, regretting your decision immediately as he doubles over with laughter. Your ears feel so warm and what little food you have in your stomach flip flops.
âNo. I just-I just thought.. No one should spend Christmas alone, so I snuck some food out and brought them here.â You go in to assess the damage, unwrapping the loot as he continues to chuckle before presenting him with what food you could scavenge from the feast. He easily lands with unexpected grace to the ground, and crouches to examine your offering.
Once again, a cool, pleased feeling purrs inside you to see him taken aback by your statement as you presented him with an assortment of pastries and cake. âI could only get dessert if you donât mind.â You say, nudging them towards him.
Hesitantly, he grabs and takes a bite of a brioche bun, the corners of his lips curling into an unreadable smile.
âItâs quite dry.â He states, but takes another bite before tossing a few crumbs for the owls to eat. You grab one and bite into it, letting out a contented moan. Itâs light, fluffy and not the slightest bit dry.
âI donât think itâs dry.â
âI know.â
âSo why are you really out here?â
âYou sure are nosy.â
âAnd youâre mean.â
âHmm. True.â He suddenly turns to face you, and heâs so close that you can count the faint freckles that dot his nose. âDo you know want to see some magic?â
âHisoka, weâre at Hogwarts. All we do is magic.â You say, too stunned to move away. Your breath gets hitched in your throat, and you hesitantly lick your noticeably dry lips.
âYeah, but have you seen this?â A flick of his hands and a previously unseen joker card appears between his fingers.
You reach out for the card, tips brushing against his. He doesnât pull back, and you feel the tingling sensation spread through your arm.
He smiles again, eyes creased into crescent moons, as he takes a bite of the desert you brought up. It is far more genuine than any you had ever seen him give, before diving into his explanation with unexpected enthusiasm.
You return his smile.
Heâs cold.
Cruel.
Inhuman.
But for that moment, in the darkness of the tall tower, surrounded by clouds of snow, a pack of cold pastries in between the both of you, fingers constantly brushing one another, with nothing but the moon for light, you remember that heâs just a person too.