New Idea Hisoka X Gon's Mom Reader.I Got This Idea Quite A While Back Where After The Reader Breaks Up

New idea Hisoka x Gon's mom reader.I got this idea quite a while back where after the reader breaks up with Ging they go on an illegal voyage to the Dark Continent.All Ging gets back from this voyage is the last piece of you to exist,his son.Thats what he thought.12 years later Hisoka meets reader,finding out she's his fruit's mother and immediately goes Alakazam let me slam.

Love sick assassination

Chapter 2: New life,old memories.

WARNINGS:PTSD,mentions of abuse.

Despite never actually meeting your 'saviour boy', he was currently seizing the title of invading your mind the most out of everything else that you've thought about in all four torturous years you've survived.

White walls, the persistent beeping, and the irritation of the catheter in your arm didn't bother you. It would trouble you considering the fact the white walls would remind you of the emptiness of your basement. The beeping reminded you of Mama, you couldn't see her then but she saw you. Her beautiful baby, you didn't know but Mama cherished you, so much she would instead waste her final moment of existence gazing at you(a bawling, slimy, hairless baby)rather than her spouse, the man who loved her since kindergarten.

A hospital was a remembrance of your suffering and yet, it lingered overlooked to you as you thought of that boy. You hadn't even realised a nurse had been talking to you until she had acquainted a man. Papa.

Your eyes welled up, Papa was dead wasn't he, was he not lifeless

by the time an ambulance came? You wanted to run but you couldn't you just started wailing. But instead of striking you and telling you to shut up or even trying to finish what got you into this white prison in the first place, he instead wrapped his left arm around your waist, held the back of your head with his right hand and buried as much of his face into the tiny crook of your neck.

"Shhhh, don't worry I'm not him. Your safe now."

Confused, you calmed down. You still didn't trust him though since he was apparently able to read your mind according to your four-year-old reasoning. He looked like Papa:

Tall, fair skin, a powerful chiselled jaw with an athletic structure, his suit straining against his muscles. His slanted forest green eyes were hidden as some of slicked back strands of hair fell out of place when his head nested into mostly your shoulder.

Although Papa is emotional he was never like this.This really isn't him is it,? Your tiny,fat fingers barely went past the man's armpit as you attempted to hug him.

You realised he was crying. "Me baby not you,don't cry,"you pouted,trying not to lecture him because it sounded like you were trying to say he's not allowed to cry.But he understood you.

Your his niece after all.

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You were still slightly confused as you never heard Papa mention an Uncle,the floorboards always projected what was above you Grandmama and Papa met often,but he never mentioned a brother between these moments.Or at all.

Maybe Uncle was like you. Right? Your thoughts were no longer lead by curiosity as you yet again proceeded to your saviour boy .What you were doing was somewhat normal, but to an extreme level.

You still remembered delicate and flawless movements within the shadows before Papa died.You still remembered how even at the bottom of the basement how this one boy was an angel on display. You still remember how his soulless, pitch black eyes spared a glance to your own soul,eventhough it was for less than a second.It was as if he was searching for something he never knew existed. He never had .You knew he saw you, and you knew he knew that you saw him too .Illumi, what a nice name. He was only slightly older than you (about four or three years) but your strength and his where separated by a distance only worlds can hope to fill.

Your Uncle watched you from the drivers seat in a new white dress he had given you once you were dismissed from the hospital (which wasn't for 2 weeks). You were swinging your stubby little legs in the backseat playing with a tissue a nurse had given you after you were found to have a runny nose. However instead of wiping your nose with it , you thanked the nurse and started to do what definetly was not origami but you tried. What was odd was the fact you were doing a man ,not a man, a boy. A boy you got so frustrated with when you messed up on his "sculpture ". You puffed your cheeks out,furrowed your eyebrows and visibly held back tears,but he brushed it off. He hummed to the song playing on the radio (Billie Jean) ,occasionally tapping his fingers on the fine leather of his Koeingsegg Agera R. The light shining from in between the small gaps of serveral of leaves as he drives by the forest radiate his face. His chiseled jaw, his sharp,angular eyes. His fine and delicate fingers, his middle finger entombed and caged by a fine signet ring made from platinum, with a fine ruby embedded into the circular slot.With that ruby the family Crest was inscribed and therefore would be the gateway to riches and luxury.

Your eyes were large and innocent as a man strode up to the car door,his large gloved hand gripping the handle, before tugging it open maneuvering it to the side as quite alot of expensive, low to the ground cars opened that way.

"Come on ,Y/N it's okay."

You wait for a second before you tiny legs are dangling from the carseat, despite the car being quit close to the ground. Paleness is stripped from your cheeks as you slightly turn your head to your chuckling Uncle and the man holding open the door staring at you with bulging ice blue eyes. You continue to swing your legs, dress hiked up to reveal your also new strawberry pattern panties. Thick hands wrap around your sides and places you down onto the finely paved drive in.When you turn, Uncle looks disappointed at how the man, who you might of guessed is his butler, ran the risk the door slamming shut and crushing your frail legs. If that was the case, why didn't he help you?

He turns his back to the two of you and you take that as a sign to follow. Not before patting his butler on the leg. That was how Nio's babbies always did it whenever you scratched that one spot just underneath already long but soon to be evern longer coat, which you never got to see. But your starting to think it was because they couldn't reach any higher unlike Nio, who would flatten you and her babies whenever she had the chance. Unknown to you, you never noticed how his butler stared at you in adoration as you waddle away in your little white pumps into the building calling for your Uncle. Butlers and maids from both sides of the entrance hall burned their eyes into you, erupting small murmurs and some for some reason exchanging worried looks. You wonder why, but then you come to realise something that horrifies you.

Your either in a giant size house or you’ve shrunk to the extent that you have to climb a step to get to the next. It seems to be somewhat of both.Your eyes are knitted into a determined scowl on your face and for once your not thinking of you savior boy. It's adorable but it's becomes pitiful after a while as your Uncle who took you in was meant to keep an eye on you as you are still slightly frail to any means of damage. The simple act of jumping on a trampoline half of your height wise could have your bones to shatter due to the fact dogs milk doesn't have the same properties as human and it is evidenced you did infact become sick several times after drinking Nio’s milk.

Another set of hands are laced around your sides before turning you around to lace underneath your butt and prop you up as your arm lays on this person’s nape. He was quiet a burly man with a recently shaven hair and a pencil mustache and tan skin. Unlike most of the butlers or maids he seemed to find it difficult to stop smiling the opposite of everybody else.

"Mi chiquita, if you need help just ask your trying to find your uncle right?"

You nod, deciding that you would suck your thumb as satisfaction for your unsatiated hunger.

"Jefe is in the room down the hall ,three to the right and- it's over there" he points to the door knowing that you don’t know left to right to your ass, but your still cute. Yet again you waddle off , white pumps clicking softly against the floor until you remembered yet again your too short. You sulk the rest of the way to the door,intimadatingly looking up at the dreaded door handle before angrily giving the door a kick, cheeks fat and red. But you didn’t know any door that winced or make a sound like that.

You hadn't kicked the door, you had infact kicked your Uncle in the ankle.

Naturally, your lips start to tremble as if you legs weren't. You had forgotten about your hunger as tears welled up in your eyes. His eyes furrowed at you but once he realised what was going on ,they softened. He scoops you up into his arms, his polished leather shoes clacking against the fine marble.Your about to turn your head but then you see something.

A girl. Peaking through the gap of the door.

Your curious now; uncle would of told you if he had a daughter? Who is she? Only you wanted to know so desperately. A loud churning grumble fills the room like rapid fire as you stare off at nothing but wall, you had been staring at the girl or rather the place that she had been in so hard that you lost track of the actual objective and spaced out.

"Y/N your hungry aren't you?"

A warm smile stretches on his face, but his eyes reminded you of something you don't exactly remember. Without really thinking you nod. It wasn't a difficult task but you realised that by living in a basement most of your life the only thing you had to really process where the sounds of upstairs and the crunch of usually a mosquitos lower half being crushed by your recently developed teeth.It was most likely still somewhat alive as its long legs where whacking around on your chin,eventhough it only tickled.

Sometimes Nio or one of your 'siblings' would hunt rats as they both knew ,God had given humans the middle finger until it came logic and even then that was debatable. You dazed off as your Uncle placed you in his lap,sizzling in the kitchen heard nearby the smell making you impatient and more hungry. He kisses your forehead as your head slowly tilts towards his chest, your stomach violently grumbling and your eyes furrowed to the unwelcomed headache.

"How much longer is the grilled cheese,Liam? She'll pass out in a minute!"

Through tired eyes you watch your Uncles eyes darken, teeth grimace. Papa.

That's what it reminded you of.

There was hesitation after a while,when he did those things to you. A fear of being caught too.

That girl. Uncle knew you were coming. That’s why he came out at that moment. Hes hiding her. Why?

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Your thick lashes bat open,with your Uncle and serval paramedics by your side.You can't hear what they're saying, there's a constant ringing instead.A grilled cheese lays in the hands of the man from before,your Uncle picks of a small piece and places it near your mouth. You take the piece into your mouth,chewing the fluffy non familiar food ,but something is off. You swallow but almost instantly you vomit. Its a bright red colour ,chunky and quite thick. It’s a grilled cheese ,smells spectacular but something is clearly wrong.Your Uncle bites into the oozing bread encaged cheese,and wonders.

What the fuck is wrong?

"Sweetie what's wrong?"

He knows he won’t have an answer but then he spots something that somewhat answers it for him .Ribs.There are a set of tiny ribs in your vomit barely even eroded but stained a deep yellowish brown. Everyone is horrified once they notice this but your Uncle silently stares at you beforehe takes you out of the ambulance and he places you on his lap wiping of some of the vomit from your lips. Paramedics circle you like vultures,the lack of space to breath has you uncomfortable. Nio and the pups where always like this,but they all made you feel like you were engulfed in clouds and feather,paradise;right now it felt like being bricked up in the walls of a bridge.

"Sir I think it's best if we take her back to the hospital.Something is clearly wrong!"

You barley comprehend what is said but all you knew is that you would be leaving. Wind whips across your face as you tear up.You don’t want to leave. You just got here. There are so many people you haven't gotten to know. You look up at your uncle,eyes pleading as the already setting sun has it rays of light stolen by them. But he doesn't need your silent pleading, he's made up his mind.

"I’m fully aware something is wrong,but I think she would prefer the comfort of somewhere that she can consider home". Your Uncle politely protests. That look again,but diffrent. He seems much more angry and in an instant it feels as if you are being stabbed by thousands of tiny needles.When Illumi killed Papa thats what you felt before that happened."Sir,please she needs to see the professionals-" the maids and butlers grimace some even covering their ears at the returned protest.A large hand comes to your ear pushing your head against your Uncle’s chest. You thought this was simply cuddling, but it wasn’t the main reason. "Listen here you pile of horse shit, my answer is no. I’m not sending my baby to a plain mortuary service ran by corrupt dogs. Why send her to a shit hole of a place where the bitches don’t give a fuck about pulling the plug, when I can supervise a hired proffesional at home? Do you understand Mr .Jackass?"

You snuggle your face into his button up shirt, practically hiding your small frame from the blistering wind in his coat as you sit on your heels.

"Do you understand,Mr jackass"

A bead of sweat drips from his forehead to the lump in his throat. His lips tremble for moments before he gulps, breaths in and stutters a raspy, pained "Y-y-yes sir"

Your Uncle smiles his hand lifting of your ear before tiny fingers wrap around one of the fingers dragging it above your head and silent demands weight on your head. You would never refer to them as head pats as it always felt similar to when Nio layed her head on your and dozed of with your tiny body underneath her thick coat. His thick fingers fumble with your hair as your mouth lets out a silent yawn.

The ambulance speeds off as if the paramedics themselves where running along with the van,leaving the servants and your Uncle and you to head inside.

"Do you eat fruit ,love?"

You stare ,eyes unreadable as you never even came across the word fruit. Much of your vocabulary came from conversations between your Grandmother and Papa.Sometimes you would link the word to a picture never really knowing the use of it, but the other 90% of your vocabulary had no meanings linked to them.

A rich yellow colour thing is in his hand now. It had the shape of a cirle but was oddly stretched like a kidney and had a red blush.

"Wut dat?"

"A caraboa mango"

He picks up a nearby knofe slowly cutting into the mango before setting the knife down out of your reach and twisting the mango. Right in the middle is the good stuff. He hands the mango to you hands wet and sticky from the spilled juic.

"The sweetest fruit for the sweetest girl."

Your tiny lips wrap around the fruit humming after you find that the fruit was infact tasty and didn’t have the same consequences of the grilled cheese."Princess your tired arent you?" Your Uncle asks. Despite being hungry the feeling of fatigue has you forgetting the feeling and nodding to your Uncle’s question.

His thick hands scoop you up in on hand as his other bearing the ring ,scales the railing as he scales the stairs.A bath was drawn slightly before as it was obvious of how tired you were, but let’s be honest children are unpredictable. He starts to undo your dress as a nearby maid watches in concern. She was only kept there because Uncle had never bathed a creature so fragile and tiny. The water is warm and ripples as your naked body submerges. The bathroom is possibly the most exquisite place youv’e been to yet.The counter tops are built with polished marble,the towel rackets made if seqoia wood ,even the bathtub that seemed to be more like a swimming pool was made of periodot. Your fingers traced the rim of the bathtub as your Uncle bathed you. “You like green,angel?” He asks. You nod a small giggle erupting from your lips as somehow in 5 seconds he has given himself a santa beard with the foam. From the corner of your eye the maid nearby seems more terrified. She was quite a short woman,quite curvy, with quite a childlike face. She had emerald green eyes and milk choclate skin and her lips were thick and trembling. “Papa,how bad was he baby?” You seemed stunned by the question. “He didn’t just do this, right baby?” he asked pointing to the stitches on your tiny arm.You stay silent only shaking you head to answer as you watch his eyes darken ,yet again. He kisses you on the cheek before picking you up and muttering a “lucky bastard” under his breath.You didn’t hear. Upon exiting the bath you shiver as cold air basks you. You are taken to a room,your room to be precise. Unknown to you ,Your Uncle had called ahead to tell the servants you would be staying at the residence and so they had an entire two weeks to do your room.The carpet seemed so fluffy,it reminded you of Nio but besides that everything was so pink. Opposite the door was a couch length window with pink curtains curtains and in that space seemed to be a bed there was a walk in wardrobe to the right of it, which on sight you vowed never to open. There were several stuffed animals and squishies, but most importantly there was a large tibetan mastiff sat on your bed . Tears fill your eyes and your Uncle attempts to shoo the dog away assuming that it upset you but instead you are crawling out of his arms stuffing your face into this creatures fur. It in return,wags its tail in amusement jumping from side to side as the canine now remembers you.

"You two have met?"

You vigourusly nod as your uncle attempts to place a dressing gown on you,but the dog just watches teeth slightly bared. He finally accomplishes this after the mastiff decides he will watch lika a hawk inches from his throat. Your Uncle’s hands slither beneath your pits hoisting you up and placing you under the sheets.You sense something but your brother is already launching towards the window, growing wild sensation inside of him at such a rate that he is frothing at the mouth. Slender fingers latch onto the collar as you Uncle is prying him away from you.But its too late.

In the corner of your eye for a brief second you realise , someone was outside your window.A man bulking but concealed by the darkeness with his ice blue eyes matching his ice cold stare only being visible.

ANYBODY KNOW WHO DID THIS?!

can we get a part two of love assassin and part 3 of Chile me like you hate me

Yep sure

DADDY❤

Dabi story is fucked up but laying it all out like this👁👄👁

The Tragedy of Touya Todoroki

Touya: Hey Dad, could you pay attention to m–

Endeavor: No.

Touya: Hey Mom, could you support me?

Rei: I wish I could, I wish I knew how, but I don’t, so no.

Touya: Hey Natsu, could you be angry with me so I at least have a friend in this?

Natsuo: I’m like, 7 here and don’t fully understand the situation yet and it’s 3am, so no.

Touya: Okay, so I tried to help myself and ended up burning alive on accident, which caused me to get stuck in a coma for 3yrs, and now I’m in this creepy daycare hospital where they sewed me up with other people’s skin and possibly limbs, and a voice from a TV is talking to me…

AFO: Hi, I’m AFO. Your quirk’s too fucked for me to get any use out of you, but I could train you and then you’d be–

Touya: No. I want my dad to train me and I gotta apologize to my mom, fuck you.

Touya: Dad! Dad, I’m not dead! This creepy guy kidnapped me while I was in a coma and was gonna train me and a bunch of kids so he could turn us into these monsters, and also he spliced my body up like this, but I got away and ran all the way back home! It was really scary and I’m sorry that I was mean, do you think now you could–

Endeavor, too busy beating the shit out of Shouto to notice him: Touya was almost perfect, but still a disappointment! I know you can surpass him!

Touya: …..

Touya: Oh.

Dabi: Cool, it’s been eight years and now I’m a wanted terrorist that’s killed at least thirty people. Gonna kill my dad and my baby brother next! Does anybody wanna give a shit? Feel bad for me? Do something about the corruption in Hero society and stop worshiping them blindly? Hold my dad accountable for creating the conditions that turned me into a villain, kinda like how you hold me accountable for being a villain?

Literally the whole of Japan: Ugh, Dabi is so annoying.

Dabi: Bet. Back to the arson and double murder-suicide then!