rylee

Summary: Your mind is consumed of the soon to be fight between Chrollo and Hisoka. All you can ask for now is a bit of reassurance that your boss will win unscathed.

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Silence lingers throughout Chrollo's penthouse, the loud traffic muffled due to the height of Heaven's Arena. Distress floods the room, similar to how bloodlust can fill up a space. With a frown tugging on your glossy lips, danchou shakes his head, his raven hair smacking his temples. Chrollo wasn’t surprised, he knew this emotion would be unavoidable.

Hisoka's goal to finally fight the Boss has been granted. After many months, even years of Hisoka lusting over this fight, it's eventually come to fruition. After all of his chasing, convincing, and the hunting.

Your legs were crossed and you were digging into your nails to clean non-existent dirt, obviously trying to distract yourself from the inevitable. Outwardly, all the preparation made by Chrollo and the rest of the troupe didn’t manage to calm your nerves. Not even in the slightest. Maybe a promise from Chrollo could ease your bones, that he would return safely, and unmarked.

"There's the man of the hour." The long uncomfortable stillness broken with only a few simple words.

In walks Chrollo, the same as ever, with the same serenity he's always had, with the same purple fur coat that you've spent long hours cooped up in. His ebony hair down, framing his chiseled face, just like the day you two first met.

"As happy as always, Y/N?" The words filled with sarcasm, yet his tone was soothe, accompanied by no lace of humor.

Heaven’s Arenas velvet wingbacks are felt up by sweaty palms, the fabric being tugged on as a way to escape the discomfort. Boss sits down in front of you, quietly exhaling as he makes contact, a round table seperating the two of you.

Out of his fur, he pulls out a thick book, peering down at it, making you reminisce all the days the troupe were together, Chrollo sitting front in center, reading. You missed it; especially realizing it may never happen again, not after today.

"You don’t need to worry,” Chrollo speaks up, his puppy eyes still turned down to his book. “I intend to win.”

You sigh harshly, eyes roaming all over his pacific face. The book still in his hands, the table still blocking the title.

"I know, I know... It’s just.. Like, what if you don’t?” The words were hard to say. Chrollo was a tough tool, but Hisoka was always considered Chrollo’s equal. A hard label to reach, it made you even more nervous.

“Don’t win?”

Chrollo finally peaked up from his book, his face still calm. Nothing screamed frustration, anger, or even disappointment.

“It’s certain I do, Y/N. All the time I spent running, was just preparation to defeat Hisoka.”

He’s right. He did much preparing, and by much, you mean much. He even got a few of the spiders involved.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” You reply, nodding your head desperately.

“But what if Hisoka did just as much preparing?”

Chrollo shakes his head, finally shutting the book, the pages fluttering.

"He might’ve. But you know he can’t compare, and he knows that too.”

The conversation was finished with a neatly wrapped bow, the sly dig didnt miss your ears. Chrollo was a confident man, like always. Although your nerves weren’t cleared, Chrollo cleared your doubts about the outcome. Every conversation you have with him always makes you grateful that he is the head of the spider.

Chrollo stands, the book now placed deliberately on the table, its title still hidden from view. He rounds the table, his steps measured and quiet, until he's kneeling in front of you, his hands gently taking yours. The warmth of his skin is a stark contrast to the cool silk of your dress.

"Y/N," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble, "my victory is as much for you as it is for the Troupe. Have a little faith, hmm? I always return to you, don't I?"

He brings your hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. The gesture is both comforting and unsettling, a reminder of the man beneath the leader, the lover beneath the strategist. You want to believe him, to trust in his strength, but the image of Hisoka's twisted grin flashes in your mind, and the fear returns, sharper than before.

"Promise me," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Promise me you'll come back."

Chrollo's eyes search yours, and for a moment, you see a flicker of something akin to vulnerability. But it's quickly masked, replaced by the familiar confidence that defines him.

"I promise," he says, his voice firm, resolute. "I will come back to you, Y/N. That is a certainty."

"Now, if you'll excuse me," he says, "I have a battle to prepare for.”

Summary: Hisoka and his twisted love for innocent little ladies.

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notes: hi squad. Been like two years since i last posted but I had this in my drafts for those years XD and I posted it recently but then privated it. Idk if my hisoka girls are out there, but this was made specifically for you. I used inspo for this but it’s been so long I dont remember what :/————————————————————————

It's pretty obvious to me that Hisoka likes those sinless girls, the ones who haven't done much wrong in their life. The girls who have that certain type of angelic beauty; big doe eyes and porcelain skin which always makes them stand out from the crowd. She who stares at him like he put the stars in the sky, looking at him like he's the head lights. Surprised that a man like him could like someone like her. A girl who couldn't speak to strangers without being asked to speak up. A blushing, stuttering mess.

You have heard all about his reputation. *He's a liar, a manipulator, a murderer." They say. But your naive mind was convinced that you're special - that he wouldn't dare lay a finger on you. Even your parents warned you not to associate with him because he's bad news. But with all the validation you get around him, you don't understand why they think he's so bad. He somehow proves them wrong every time.

He acted out of character for you, anyone that knew him could vouch for that. He treated you as if you were a fragile doll, on the verge of cracking any second mentally. He had more patience for you, more kindness for you, and you never thought twice about it.

(But his feign kindness towards you won't silence his threats of telling your family and friends all about your dirty secrets. He just can't help but adore the way you shake and squirm away from his bluffs.

Of course, Hisoka hid his physical violence from you. Always keeping his blood lust under control, never letting it slip what he did for a living. Always disappearing for months on end without ever letting you know where he was off too. But you never pushed further to find out more. He would be damned if he scared you away so soon, especially since you were so righteous.

But for the time he wasn't across the globe, he was cooped up in his Yorknew City penthouse with you, showing you all the things your conservative family never taught you. He knows you would never rebel against your parents, but what they don't know doesn't hurt, right? Since he treats you oh-so well, it's the least he deserves.

So if he wanted anything, you would give it to him. Whatever that may be: play fighting, sex, flattery, more rough sex. So if that means getting all dolled up for him only to find that your dress has ripped and makeup is spilling down your face by the time the night is over (Your dress will, of course, be replaced the next day by the most prestigious brands of the highest quality). Then so be it. Any kind of attention is good attention to your unrecognizable heart.

Summary: You’re Hisoka’s number one fan during and after all of his Heaven’s Arena fights. He appreciates that more than you know, and sometimes he likes to show you that appreciation in unique ways.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉˢᵗ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵉᵛᵉʳ, ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ. ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ⁿᵒ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ. ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᵛᵉʳʸ ʰᵉˢⁱᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘᶜᵏˢ. ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˣᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ᶠˡᵃʷᵉᵈ. ⁱᵐ ˢᵒ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵍᵒ ᵉᵃˢʸ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵉ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ. ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ⁱ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ﹕⁾ ⁱ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉ ⁱᵗ ˢᵐ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶠʳ

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“I’ll look for you.” As Hisoka whispers in your ear, his sharp features are plastered with a smirk.

You nod and smile back at him with rosy cheeks. A quiet murmur sounds from the back of your throat, “Okay”.

 Walking away, he pulls your arm along with him before he breaks the contact, leaving you stranded. 

You found yourself in the front row seating on the second story- your favorite view. Which Hisoka always got you tickets for. Despite the doors just opening for the public, seats were quickly filling, almost all of the stadium was already filled. There was no shortage of familiar faces, the ones who frequently show up at Hisoka's fights all pushed their ways in first. 

A strong smell of butter and sugary sweets wafts through the air, reminding you of the artificial smell you once experienced at other sport stadiums, before you found out about Heaven’s Arena. A more interesting competition. You weren’t fond of the violence like Hisoka was, but you always found yourself having a hard time looking away. You blame it on your epistemic curiosity, there was something very intriguing about Hisoka’s fights.

As the jumbo-tron lit up, it displayed the Heaven’s Arena logo, commentators and staff piled up in the press box to watch the kinetic flock. The arena was getting louder, and more impatient. Until all the seats were quickly occupied, the ant-like people roaming was getting smaller by the second. 

Soon the time came, with the urges of the eager mass, “When will this start?!” and “Get on with it!”, the stadium's spotlights went off flashing the darkened crowd with orbs of blues and purples. Your heart drops to your stomach, as if you were the one fighting instead of viewing. You could never get enough of the adrenaline these fights give you. Especially the extravagant preludes. 

Lines of flames lit up on the stage, one by one, all the way up until they reached the center. With a loud boom, which managed to overpower the screams from the crowd, on the stage walkway, a smoke bomb exploded, which you felt deep in your lungs, although you were far away from the action. When the thin fog evaporated, you could see a well-built broad, who was of course Hisoka's opponent. There was no mention of him by Hisoka, you guess he did not consider him a true threat to be worth mentioning. His name was announced by the energetic commentator, only to go through one ear and out the other. 

In anticipation of Hisoka's arrival, the second smoke bomb went off, stirring the crowd in excitement. A distant fuchsia was visible through the fading smoke, which only made the gallery get louder. When the grey fumes disappeared, the oh-so-familiar magician appeared with the infamous grin. 

Hisoka and the other man conversed near the middle of the arena, only to not be audible to the crowd. But you did have a few ideas on what was being said.

“Who will make the first move??" 

The first move was made by Hisoka. With a flick of the wrist, the magician produced a card in thin air, keeping it near his hips. By holding the card close to his body, he caused a distance between himself and the broad. In lieu of using the card on his rival, he turned his back to his opponent, leaving an opening he knew the other man would never use. He turned towards the seated crowd, the spectators followed his eyes, which was peering up and down all the aisles until he finally came across your seated form. His golden gaze quickly grabbed yours, and you felt stunned. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

Your seating neighbors slide themselves as far away as the seats would let them, but you couldn’t let yourself be embarrassed. You couldn't think of anything else besides him and his promise. Your smile was big and bright, almost unconsciously biggering and biggering. His promise, “I’ll look for you.”. 

The card took to the air before you could register. With a bit of Hisoka infusing his nen into the flimsy stock, it could go at a faster speed without falling like how a card normally would. 

As if you were a magnet, the card landed on your lap, with the ace of hearts looking up at you.

Summary: After getting yourself into a ruckus, your knee resulted in being scraped. Even though you don’t think of the wound as a big deal, you have a soon-to-be doctor up and ready to take care of you.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ᵇʳᵘʰʰ ⁱᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵍˡᵉ ᵈᵒᶜˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ﹕ᵖ ⁱ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵖʳᵒᶜʳᵃˢᵗⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʳᵉ⁻ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵈⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ. ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵉᵛᵉʳ. ʳᵒᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵒˡˡⁱⁿᵍ. ⁿ ᵉ ʷᵃʸˢ, ᵐʸ ᵇᵒⁱ ʰᵃˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ. ⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰᵉᵈ ᶠᵃʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵈᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ. ʳᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷᵃᵗᵗᵖᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵒ³, ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉˡʸ ᶻⁱᵖ. ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ. ˢᵒ ⁱ ˢᵗᵉᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ. ᵖˡᵘˢ ˡᵉᵒʳⁱᵒ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳⁱᵗᵉ ʰˣʰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁽ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇⁱˢᵏʸ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ..⁾ ˢᵒ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ  (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

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"You know you really don't have to do this. It's really not a big deal."

"Don't sweat it. How will I become a successful doctor if I can't take care of a little scratched knee?" The four-eyed lanky man said while kneeling between your legs. His ebony hair continued to erect in spikes even after a prolonged session of his daily studying.

You roll your eyes at his predictable response, "Exactly, it's a little scratched. Rub some dirt on it and I'll be fine."

He dabs a wet cloth around the gash; the stinging sensation summons a hiss from the back of your throat. Even though you've gotten scraped more times than you can count, the stinging will never fail to have you squinting.

"Just for practice," he assured, laughing at your response.

"No one's gonna go to a hospital for a scratched knee... You can just put a band-aid on it and call it a day."

As he looks up at you, the setting sun glares off of his glasses, contacting your own eyes. You clamp your eyes shut tight, tight enough to see visions of white stars.

He lets out a little laugh. "Do I have to make up all these excuses just to spend a little quality time with you?"

"Well, you could've just said so.." you pout at him, making him pout back at you in a chain reaction.

Though it's a little embarrassing for him to treat you like a child, giving you a full treatment for a little gash. There's no denying that you like the attention.

The almighty pain of the wet cloth making contact with your gash has you bouncing your leg, trying to ease through the pain. Leorio uses his other hand to hold your calf in place, lightly squeezing the meat.  

The med student squeezes an antibiotic cream onto his hand, gently applying a thin layer over the damaged skin. "Oh- God. Ouch."

Leorio snickers softly to himself over your position. "I thought you could handle this? It's just a little scratched." he giggles.

"Oh, hush." your muzzled voice comes out from behind your clenched teeth, almost as if you're a ventriloquist. "It's just that I've never had such strenuous care for my knee."

Leorio sets the medication next to him, finished with the 2nd step in cleaning your wound. "I'm a soon-to-be doctor!" he replies confidently. "You should have expected this when moving in with me!"

A hum sounds from deep in your throat, "Mm, true, true.” Agreeing with him, you notice Leorio grabbing the skin-colored gauze he had once stored in the bathroom drawers.

“Damn,” you taunted, “I was thinking a band-aid would do, but this is cool too.” Leorio stretches the gauze out, the sound of the stretch interrupts your voice.

“You know it.” He quickly wraps the bandage around your knee, almost quick enough for your eyes to only see the motion. Proving just how skilled he is at taking care of others.

He begins wrapping at your mid-calf, the start of the bandage at the outside of your knee. Without missing a beat, he starts to quickly and smoothly wrap the gauze around your leg, all the way up to your knee. Circling your knee a few extra times to be safe. He finishes the job by securing the bandage with some tape.

“Impressive!” His quick, swift wrapping has you giggling, charmed by his skills.

He smiles at you, slightly bending his long neck to meet your knee. He gives your clothed joint a brisk peck, laughing into the bandage. As his lips leave your knee, you eye a Leorio-sized wet lip print stamped onto the gauze.

“Feel better?” Leorio asks, moving all of his tools into one pile.

You beam at him, feeling butterflies after that gesture. As childish as it may have seemed. You wrap your hands around the sitting man, using all your strength to pull him up.

“Much better.” Even though the scratch wasn’t too painful in the first place, the kind act made you feel treasured.

He smiles at you with heart-shaped eyes, his swarthy iris’s flickered with pride. “I’m glad I could be of service.”

Summary: As a new spider, Chrollo invites you to dinner, hoping to get to know you. Is it a date? Or is it strictly business? You don’t care which one as long as  Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome sits right in front of you. 

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ᵒᵐᵍ ʰⁱ ⁿᵉʷ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ >:) ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜʰʳᵒˡˡᵒ.. ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ. ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ, ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵈⁱᶠᶠⁱᶜᵘˡᵗ. ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵃˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ. ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵃᵍᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜʰʳᵒˡˡᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᶜʰᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʷᵃˡᵐᵃʳᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵏⁿⁱᶠᵉ, ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵉᵛᵃ. ᵃˡˢᵒ ⁱ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐ "ᵐʳ. ᵗᵃˡˡ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢᵒᵐᵉ" ˢᵒ ⁱ ᵐⁱˡᵏᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰⁱᵗᵗᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵒʳʳʸ

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The gold chandeliers shine on your boss’ face, reflecting on his midwinter eyes with mixes of yellows and whites. His brown bandage wrap covers his Saint Peter's cross, presenting himself as an average citizen instead of an oddity. The once slicked back ebony hair was now down, framing his chiseled face.  

Your ears are filled with the soft, classical music playing in the restaurant, making you feel like you're in a vintage movie. The masses of antique paintings hanging on the bold walls also enhanced the ambiance. It is no wonder that he chose this place; it fits him so well.

His soft smile ensnares you, and contagiously you smile back at him. The soft, genuine look in his eyes has you melting. Who could've known the leader of the infamous Phantom Troupe turned out to be Mr. Tall, dark, and handsome?

Chrollo’s silky voice interrupts your thoughts. "How have you been liking the spiders so far?"

While admiring his handsome features, your attention was briefly diverted.

"Oh, oh, they're great. I'm glad I've finally met people who share things in common with me." By in common, you meant: rough-home life, outcasts, and full of devilry. "I won’t lie. I was nervous that they wouldn’t be welcoming. That they didn't want a new member. But they made me feel right at home."

His smile lines present themselves to you. "I'm glad to hear that. I'm sure they adore you just as much."

You smile at that thought. Taking another bite of your dinner as he kept looking at you with tenderness, you add on, "Especially the girls.. They seem rough and closed off, but they're sweethearts. Just like the sisters I've never had."

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that." Danchou smiles at you, and you could've sworn you saw a shimmer on his canines.

You beam at his words, his own happiness making you happy. Continuing smiling, he takes your hand into his own, holding it above the table, rubbing your thenar web space.

"I'm so glad we found you. You're exactly what the troupe needed."

His tired eyes hold eye contact with you as your heart sinks into your stomach. Your shy smile is accompanied by a feeling of appreciation that you've never felt before. Who could've guessed the leader of a murderous cult was so charismatic?

"Your nen abilities are extraordinary. You certainly are a blessing to have." He continues.

"I'm glad I found you guys, too." Your cheeks are almost burning as you feel heat move to them.

You're the first to break the eye contact, the mutual gaze and flattery proving to be too intimate for you. But Chrollo continued to stare at you, his eyes glistening‌ ‌with‌ ‌admiration.

Looking down at your plate, you smile to yourself, which doesn’t miss his eyes. The busy chatter of all the other patrons has long been gone, leaving the distant sound of pots and pans clattering and the elegant music blending in together.

Chrollo keeps staring at you, noticing and taking in all your features. He felt intrigued by you. It wasn't often when he really felt enamored by a nen user, or even a nenless person. After all, he is the best of the best. Creating a big name for himself in the hunter world, good and bad. It was all the same to his neglected heart.

Your unique and strong hatsu has Chrollo wrapped around your little finger. An achievement that many haven’t managed.

He felt that you had been given as a precious gift from the heavens, thanking him for helping and creating a home for the less fortunate. The first time you were introduced to him, the gears in his mind were turning, picturing how perfect your skills would be for his heists. Though he trusts the other spider’s abilities, he knew you were a force to be reckoned with. Someone that would make his future plans go by untroubled. He was already eager to see you in action.

Summary: How does Hisoka show his love for you? You would like to think it was by him spoiling you - taking you out to fancy restaurants, buying expensive jewelry, even spoiling you in pleasure. But, Hisoka doesn’t think so. No, he would much rather show his love for you by leaving you shaking in fear.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ᵒᵐᵍ ʰⁱ ﹕ᵖ ⁱᵐ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ˡᵐᵃᵒ. ᵈᵃʸˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵇʸ ˢᵒ ᶠᵃˢᵗ, ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵗᵖ ˡᵒˡ. ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʰⁱˢᵒᵒᵏᵃ ᵖᵒˢᵗ! ᵘⁿᵉᵈⁱᵗᵉᵈ, ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵗᵒᵗᵃˡ ᵃˢˢʰᵒˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃʸʸʸ ᵗᵒᵒ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ. ⁱ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵈᵈ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳᵉ. ⁱᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʰˣʰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ, ⁱ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃˢ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ˢᵒ ʸᵉᵃʰ. ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ⁱˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿ ᵃˢˢʰᵒˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵇᵉʷᵃʳᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ⁽﹖⁾ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ^^ ⁱᵗ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵃᵈ ᵇⁱᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵗᵒˣⁱᶜ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ. 

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Lying lateral on the middle of your bed, hugging your pillow, facing away from the man whispering sweet nothings in your ear while he presses his body flush against your own. You can't tell if his body warmth is assuring or if it adds to your dreadful, queasy stomach. 

The only sound you could hear were his hushed whispers. You tried to distract yourself - listen to the breeze coming through the open window, even listen to your arrhythmic heartbeat, which felt like it was on the verge of bursting out.

"His screams were so delightful. It was fairly surprising. He even tried to fight back. But it's too bad.. He couldn't compare." Despite being scorching hot, his quiet breaths leave goosebumps on your skin. 

In a piss-poor attempt to avoid hearing the rest of his story, you push your head further into the pillow, feeling as if it's your only comfort. 

"His blood was everywhere, I'm sure I'll find stains on my clothes for ages. It was metallic, bitter... Nowhere as sweet as your own."

Your terror mounted with every word, fear gripped your trembling body, not threatening to loosen anytime soon. You felt so weak, so sick. What a sick bastard getting off on tormenting you. 

He walks his slender fingers up your covered arm, his stiletto nails almost poking through the thin blanket. His laughter mocked you. It sounded as if a drum was being beat against as his face was inches away from your ear. 

Hisoka makes a curious sound from the back of his throat,  noticing you haven't spoken since his story began, "Oh dear.. Don't tell me you fell asleep on me." He says, feigning bewilderment. 

In hopes that he will think you are asleep, you remain silent.

His breath gets hotter as he draws closer once again, “There’s no use in pretending, I can see your whole body trembling.” He mockingly speaks.

You stay silent for a while, not knowing what to say or do, until you feel Hisoka clamp his teeth down on your helix. Your loud yelp elicits a confident hum from him. 

"Hisoka.." After so much silence, you speak with a dry throat, your eyes remain tightly shut. 

Your body felt paralyzed in fear. It was obvious to you that you were getting into a toxic relationship when you first fell for him, but how he can talk about his most recent murder and laugh to you about it leaves you frightened beyond belief. 

“Yes? With the way you faked being asleep, it makes me believe you don’t appreciate my story. ♠'" You know that he’s frowning, even if you can’t see his face.

You don’t - you can’t understand how any of this was entertaining. Was the death funny or is it just funny to watch you squirm?

You love him enough to let him make a fool out of you. How could you not love him when there's so much love between you two? How could you not love when there are so many reasons to do so?  But you wished he wasn't like this, wasn't psychotic, wasn't obsessed with you in a gross, insane way. But that's just his way of showing his love for you, you tell yourself. He likes to tell you about his days, doesn’t that make you happy?

"N-no.. Not-not at all." You lie, stumbling over your words. 

“What? Cat got your tongue, Y/N?" A  soft whimper escapes you and it doesn't miss Hisoka's ears as you can hear him laugh condescendingly. "You know I hate it when you're reticent."

With an obvious sense of anxiety, you let out a breath, and turn your head toward the copper-headed man, "I'm just... so tired, I just want to go to sleep.. I'm just tired." You pleaded, repeating the same phrase.

Hisoka looks over your tired face, your puffy puppy-like eyes, your glossy frown, and your red under eyes. He thinks you look so beautiful like this. Especially with the moonlight enhancing your already gorgeous features. It makes him want to lock you away and throw away the key, so only he can view you.

You see an itch in his golden irises, and you turn back around and let out a muffled whine into your pillow - unsure of what he was thinking. 

"Don't tell me you're scared… Who would've guessed you were so disgusted by a little gore." He taunts with a lace of venom. 

Hisoka felt nauseous by the sight of your sad shaking body. Was this the strong person he came to treasure? It couldn't be. He wasn't pleased with you, he felt as if you were exaggerating everything. How could someone he shares the same bed with look so pathetic? 

At the same time, Hisoka loved the thought of you being afraid of him. Wasn't that his calling after all? To make people afraid?

"So pretty when you're scared." He leans into you, giving a condescending peck on your jaw. 

You feel already lightheaded as you take violent breaths in and out. Maybe if he let you fall asleep, your churning stomach would stop. But the constant urge to throw-up overpowers your fatigue. 

"You poor thing. So pitiful seeing you like this," He says with false sympathy. 

His words make you even more mad, or maybe more sick? It's hard to tell, it's such a fine line at this point. 

"Please." You croak, on the verge of tears. You're unsure if you're begging for him to let you sleep or if you're begging him to leave you alone. It’s all the same to you now.

"Oh, the dramatics." He says while rolling his snake-like eyes. When did you become so easily scared? He remembers very clearly that you’re not soft, if anything, he always saw a part of himself in you.  

It couldn’t be his constant violence, right? You’re stronger than that.

Summary: Hisoka’s an enigma. Not many people know about his past- and you’re not too sure if he even chooses to remember it. But, you want to know more about him, you want to learn his insides and outs, as if he's the back of your hand. There is a lot to learn, and you want to know everything.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ʰᵉˡˡᵒᵒᵒ ⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖᵒˢᵗ, ⁱᵗˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ² ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵖᵒˢᵗ   ﹕ᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗˢ ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ. ⁱ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ² ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ᵃᵍᵒ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ⁱᵗˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ, ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ  ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ⁽ⁱ ᵐᵃʸ ᵒʳ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈᵉˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᵗʳᵉˢˢ ᵃʰᵉᵐ⁾. ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵃᵍᵒ ˢᵒ ⁱ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ⁱᵗ ʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ  (˘³˘)♡ 

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"I wanna know more about you." 

You two sat criss-cross-apple-sauce opposite of each other on your shared bed, cigarette smoke puffing from your lips as all the windows were open. 

It was a risky question to ask, that's for damn sure. But being stoned made the question roll right off your tongue, and well, Hisoka was pretty high as well. 

"What else is there to know? You know me better than I know myself." He takes the cigarette out of your hands and takes it into his own mouth. 

You roll your eyes at his question. "I don't know like anything about you.. All I know is how much you love bubble gum." 

A puff of smoke rolled over his top lip as he spoke, "Ah yes, Bungee Gum. I could really use some right now. ♠" as fast as the sparkle in his eyes appeared, it disappeared as a frown tugged at his lips from the mention of his favorite brand going bankrupt. 

"Sooo.. Tell me at least something!"

"Well, there's a lot to unpack with that question." 

Watching Hisoka puff another cloud out of his mouth made you all giddy, even if you didn't know much about him, his appearance could almost make up for the lack of knowledge. 

"Well, start somewhere.. Anywhere."

Hisoka taps the cigarette on the ash tray, and grinds it to mush, lightly coughing when some ash enters his nostrils. "Hm, let's see. A while ago I was disqualified from the first Hunter Exam I took as I almost killed a judge-" 

"Woah, really? The Hisoka Morrow disqualified?" you interrupt him," what happened??" 

He lights a new cigarette with a few flicks to the lighter, "He was a poor excuse of an examiner. I didn't approve of his skills."

Hisoka passes you the cigarette while blowing out a ring of smoke. It always impressed you how weirdly talented he was at smoke tricks. 

"Crazy. Well, good on you if he was a bad examiner." 

He chuckles softly, "In the next year's hunter exam, the examiner came back for blood. Unfortunately, he wasn't nearly as exciting as I thought he would be." he let's out a dramatic sigh. 

"Disappointing," he hums in agreement. 

You light up with a new question to ask, "Tell me something about your childhood.. Like how you found Bungee Gum or something!" 

He jerks his head up and chuckles, "Feeling bold, are we?" 

You pucker your lips and put a cigarette to them. "Maybe.. -"

The pale moonlight casts shadows upon your face, your eyes sparkling with an ethereal glow. Your doe like features and glossy lips has Hisoka intoxicated. He wouldn't say he's in love- he can't be. But you're the reason he doesn't disappear for months on end like he used to. 

You break him out of his trance by moving your hands in his face, "Come onnn, tell me at least something about it." 

"Hm, what do I get in return? ♦" 

"A hug.? Or a kiss.. Whatever you prefer."

"Mm, I'll take the kiss." he says while slurring the the 'mm'. "When I was a child, my family was very poor, we couldn't afford Bungee Gum often. And when I did manage to get my hands on it, I would chew a singular piece of gum until it got very rubbery and would lose all its flavor."

"Oh.. That's sad.. I'm sorry.." you say, not knowing how to respond. 

He blows off your sympathy, "Now.. Where's that kiss?  ♥ " 

You roll your eyes at him, "Fine.." you get on your knees and grab his head tightly, smushing your face against his. You leave his lips with a 'mwah' and sit back down. 

"Happy?" you say teasingly. 

"Very." he says, licking his lips. 

You let out a big puff of smoke right in Hisoka's face while you giggle. He huffs and inhales all the fresh piney grey fumes, finishing with a sigh. 

"You were in a circus, right? I think I remember you mentioning a circus once or twice.." 

"Oh! So you do know more than you let on.." he snickers. 

"Whoops." 

"But to answer your question, I was. I joined the circus when I was around.. Seven. The ringleader scouted me out, realizing how talented I was, he invited me into the circus. I developed my nen around that time, as well. ♦ "

"Wow, you must've been a realll talented child prodigy." you say sarcastically. 

"I was. ♥ " you roll your eyes at his response. "Now.. Let's hear some of your own stories." 

You tap the cigarette ash off on the ash tray, bringing it back to your mouth. "There's a ton I could talk about." you smile. 

Summary: Call after call, email after email, organizing after organizing. You only had one thing on your mind- and that was your boss. How many times have you read the same email? How many times have you gotten the same complaint of the forest being cut down? You couldn’t remember. There was only one thing on your mind: him.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ʰⁱʸᵃ ⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ, ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉˡᵉʳ... ˢᵒʳʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵒʳʳʸ. ᵐʸ ²⁰²⁰ ˢᵉˡᶠ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ, ˢᵒ ⁱᵐ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐʸ ²⁰²⁰ ˢᵉˡᶠ ʸᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ. ⁱ ᵈᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ, ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ ᵒʳ ˢᵃᵗᵘʳᵈᵃʸ, ˢᵒ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉˡᵉʳ ⁱˢⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ, ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ ᵈᵃᵈᵈʸ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵒᵒⁿ. :’)

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Clack click clack

As you type, you are reminded that you're working for the largest corporation in the world.

It's nice to be reminded because every time you are, the oh so nice image of your boss pops into your head. All those nights where you were skin to skin, hand holding hand, hair tussled, and the lights dimmed. Where he wasn't your boss and you weren't just his secretary.

Call after call, email after email, organizing after organizing. You couldn't wait to leave the office and waltz down into his office, waiting for the clock to hit the desired time.

God, you really are such a bad employee, sinful even. You don't really care about your job, you never did. You knew what you were doing when you wanted an interview.

It wasn't like he was any better. Ruining the world, turning a beautiful land full of colorful fluffy trees into a no man's land full of smoke, oil, and no life.

Your heart ached for the wildlife, it really did. But what could you do, honestly? Convince him to stop? Tell him what he's doing is wrong? No chance. Good dick is good dick, and you only had one objective at this moment. Maybe one day you would have enough courage to tell him to stop- not like he would listen, though.

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Brushing your finger tips over the wooden walls makes your body tingle in anticipation. The green wallpaper obscures your vision, making it clear who you're headed for. Your heels click on the flooring, echoing throughout the wide and long hallway. The high ceilings only add on to the ambiance, making the factory corridors seem huge and empty. The passionate

orangery red sunset mixed with a tint of magenta comes through

the many factory windows.

Looking out of all the picture windows, you can see all the truffula in carts, going straight into the factory to be made into thneed. The stumps go on for miles, making you frown. Truffula trees really were so beautiful. Watching the animals search for food and comfort has your throat develop a lump. Holding back your tears and pity, you continue back to the mission at hand, making your way to his office.

Rounding the "Too Big to Fail" poster, the sadness evaporates out of your body, and excitement replaces it. Though, you dramatically gag at the poster, it never did him justice. Your sensory’s  heighten at hearing all the sale numbers above the poster rise. The red lamps shade your porcelain skin, scarlet fogs your eyes sight.

Wounding up to his office, you see two capped men shielding the two big velvet doors. You wave at them with a teeth-y smile, with them sending glares

back at you. You pull out a VIP lanyard that your boss personally gifted to you.

You hold the card in their faces, "I have a meeting with Mr.Onceler." you say smiling. They move out of the way in unison, thankfully saying nothing. Only the most important of people get

access to his office, after all.

Your hands grip the two handles after gently brushing them over the doors, feeling the soft silk that gives you the chills. Spreading the doors as wide as possible, for dramatic effect, of course, you see a tall man slouching over a model of a town, carefully nitpicking the design.

The chair he's perched on has to be over 10 feet tall, the top curling over the lanky man, making him seem small by comparison. He looked relaxed- ready to go home for the day. His tie was loose, his collars were undone, and his hair messy underneath his top hat.

He looks up at you, his long hat almost falling off his head from the speed. He puts his hands together, in a sort of way that makes him look like he’s about to pray, with a muffled clap.

He gives you a soft smile, his baby blue eyes light up with so many different emotions all at once. The rose tint on his cheeks contrasted so perfectly with his eyes, making your stomach flutter.

 "Good evening, Y/N! I was expecting for you to show up some time soon.” he giggles.

"You know me so well, Mr. Onceler.” you say, whilst closing the doors.

Watching The Onceler passionately view his mini town has you shuffling your legs closer together, your thighs squeezing against each other. It reminds you why you fell head over heals for him in the first place.

"You could definitely say that." The Onceler taps his table gently as an invite. "Come, sit!"

You nod and gingerly take a seat in front of his desk. The onceler starts to remove his clover green gloves, that you always thought fit his demeanor so well. "How was the office today?"

"It was as good as always.. I had something to look forward to." you speak, undressing him with your gaze.

"Is that so?" you nod, "I could say the same to you."

You giggle while he moves his miniature town to the side, carefully.

Watching him crawl over the table has your head spinning. Holding your head in his hands, he cradles your face. Closing your eyes, you break the distance, slowly molding your lips into one.

You always wondered how you got so lucky- being able to live in such a taboo fantasy world. The idea of having a forbidden relationship lits a bigger fire in your abdomen. After all,

Summary: Hisoka is much like a river, always in motion, never staying in one place, and always containing different water. You never step in the same river twice, after all. Sometimes, though, he gently sweeps you along with him and his antics.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ʰⁱⁱ, ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ. ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒᵒ. ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ "ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵃʷᶠᵘˡˡʸ ˢⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸˡⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢⁱᶜᵏ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ᵇʸ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏᵖⁱⁿᵏ.." ˢᵒ ʸᵉᵃʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵗˡᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ. ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ଘ⁽੭﹡ˊᵕˋ⁾੭﹡ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵒᶜ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ. ʰᵉˢ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ/ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ, ⁱ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵍⁱᶻᵉ

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It wasn't often when Hisoka was gentle with you. Treating you as if you were some fragile breakable toy.

He liked to play rough, and you were open to that. You liked it too. But you also liked when you two shared sweet intimate moments that'll leave your stomach bustling with butterflies.

The idea of holding each other on a high building in Yorknew, him lightly tracing hearts and diamonds onto the sleeve of your arm might not seem intimate to some. But to you, it's all you could ever ask for.

Him drawing on your limb leaving your skin in more goosebumps than the chilly air left originally. His long claws could tear through your flesh if he weren't to be so gentle, and your stomach twisted in happiness realizing that him being gentle was a conscious decision. You liked to think that Hisoka truly did care for you.

The city seems so perfect from up there, astigmatism blurring all the colorful lights, the beeping and horns from the vehicles, the raw air hitting your face, leaving your eyes dry, and all the buildings stretching on for miles.

Hearing Hisoka hum under his breath while viewing all the skyscrapers has your head spinning. Looking up at him with heart eyes, wishing you could see this side of him more often.

His eyes meet yours, smiling. You can’t tell if it’s a mischievous smirk or if it’s a genuine smile. Perhaps both.

“What's going on in that head of yours?" He asks while tapping your forefront, taking a short break from drawing on your arm.

“Nuthin.. Just thinking about all the lives down there," you say back at him, looking down at all the cars. Truth be told, did you really want Hisoka to know how much joy he brought you? He’s not entirely evil but he’s also a wild card. Maybe he would disappear for a month to make you yearn for him even more.

He follows your eyes, looking down at all the restless lives.

"It's crazy, isn't it? How there are so many other lives than just mine and yours. ♦"

"Yeah, it is. It makes my head hurt thinking that everyone has their own mind." you giggle, unconsciously pushing yourselves further into each other.

Hisoka chuckles, holding you tighter while looking up into the starry night. You snuggle back into his chest, rubbing your head against him gently, much like a clingy cat.

Summary: A lust for fighting has Hisoka insisting for you two to brawl nearly daily. Although you often feel overwhelmed by how many demands he makes, you will not be driven away so easily.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ʰⁱⁱⁱ, ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗˢ ᵒᵏᵃʸ ˡᵒˡ. ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉᵈ ⁱ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ⁱᵗ.  ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒᶜᵘˢ ᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵃˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ, ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈᵉᵗᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ. ᵃⁿᵈ  ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵒᶜ. ⁽ ⁱ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉˡᶠ ⁱⁿᵈᵘˡᵍᵉⁿᵗ  >﹕⁾ ⁾ ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿᵗ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ

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"Let's fight," Hisoka said whilst wrapping his hands around your waist. 

"Fight? Why?" you say giggling. His every action, no matter how small, would never fail to get you all giggley.

"Don't you want to see how strong you've gotten over the years?" Hisoka shortens the distance between you two, synching his lips with your neck, giving you a gentle out-of-character kiss. 

"Mmm, not really," you giggle "I don't like fighting like you do." 

Hisoka grabbed your waist tighter, almost tight enough to leave bruises.

"Perhaps a quick match? For me? ♣"

Turning your body towards Hisoka, you put your phone down beside you on the bed, exiting out of your social medias. 

"I know what you're trying to do," you smile at him. "As fun as fighting you sounds.. I might have to pass. What about your.. er.. friend? I think he'd be a better match.”

"You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, Y/N. I believe you're a perfect match for me." Hisoka says while tucking a strand of flowing hair behind your ear. The window in the bedroom open, letting the cool Yorknew breeze in. 

You trail your two fingers up his arm, "maybe we could do something else... Like going on a picnic.. Or maybe going to the library?" 

Hisoka pestering for fights could get tiring fast. You couldn't remember a day where he wouldn't mention fighting you or at least indicate it. Some days it could be a simple request to fight or another day, mentioning how much stronger you’ve gotten. 

Hisoka gives you his infamous smirk, "Y/N, We don't fight often, and we can do whatever you want afterwards." He whispers into your ear. 

"That's if you don't kill me first." 

Hisoka chuckles, "As much as i love fighting, I wouldn't kill you so soon." 

"So soon? You're planning on killing me?" 

"Only joking. ♥"

"Yeah right. You've probably got my whole death planned out." 

As much as you enjoy hisoka's company.. sometimes.. While holding onto hope that he enjoys your company and actually appreciates you, you can't deny that the only reason you guys are in this ‘entanglement’ is due to him wanting to fight you. 

You realize that you couldnt try to slip past his love for fighting. It was inevitable that one day you two would fight, but you wanted to delay it for as long as possible. 

"Come on hisokaaa. You get scary when you're in the fighting mood." you say holding your chest jokingly. 

Hisoka's eye smallen, glaring at you intimidatingly. The pale blue light from the moon contrast with his amber eyes, creating a different type of beauty that makes your heart and stomach flutter. 

 The grip he has on your waist contuining to grow tighter, indicating the power he held over you. 

The more you deny his advances, the angrier  and thirstier for blood he got. He wanted to wait for you to reach your full potential, but a little fight wouldnt hurt.. That much. 

"Don't you want to test out your strength against me? You've always claimed that you're stronger than me, don't you want to find out if it's true?" 

You both know that Hisoka is on a far different level and that you couldn't really compare to him. But that's why you always teased him. 

"You know I'm always joking. You're obviously stronger than me.. By only a little bit of course." you giggle, pinching your thumb and index finger holding them with a little bit of space in between.

"Hm. ♠" Hisoka purrs into your neck, sending vibrations, tickling you. 

You could tell Hisoka was deep in thought.  He was staring at you, but his eyes had that far away look. You know that Hisoka's main pleasure in life is fighting strong people but you thought that he wouldn't want to fight so soon. Maybe let you entertain him before he killed you off. 

The thought of sharing the same bed as a cold blooded killer who could put an end to you at any given moment scared you. But at the same time, the rush and adrenaline was addicting. 

“You won’t even entertain the thought of fighting me? Am I not that exciting?” He pouts. 

You stare at him trying to read his emotions, especially in his eyes. His beautiful fox like eyes. No matter how much you tried, you could never decipher him. It was as if he was devoid from emotions. 

You sigh, already tired of this conversation. “It’s not that, of course not. You seem like an excellent person to fight if I was into fighting.” 

When Hisoka realized that you were almost done with him for the night, he knew he couldn't scare you away so soon. As much as the thought of fighting you exhilarated him. Occasionally, the thought of him fighting you would cloud his mind and senses, making it impossible for him to deal with anything else. Only you. He was addicted to you. 

Hisoka chuckles, “I see.” and  moves his face closer to your neck once again, gently nibbling on your skin, trying to break the ice. 

He lets out a gentle sigh, with obvious frustration hidden underneath it. “Perhaps we could try another type of fight tonight ♥? One that won't end in death or injures?" 

You whip your head back at his direction, almost banging your skull against his own. 

You smile down at him, "I think that's a fight I can get down with."