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Why? Pt.1

Hisoka x reader

Angst, hurt, a sprinkle of fluff. Hisoka tells you that he no longer loves you…

Your pov

Why? That’s the question I keep asking myself. Why did he go? What did I do? That night replays in my head like a broken record. It drains me and it makes me ill. He made so many promises to me. Promises I knew he wouldn’t keep, but I thought maybe I’d be different. Maybe I could be the one he could love. I have so much, but got nothing in return. Now he’s gone. Probably off with someone else saying the same things he said to me. Hisoka is a liar and a true heartbreaker. But I truly cannot see myself not loving him. It’s been three months since I’ve seen him or even heard anything from him. But what do I care? He’s the one that left. I can’t keep crying into my pillow at night wishing he was there. He’s never coming back and it’s time to move on. 

Truth is, moving on isn’t as easy as I wanted it to be. I’m currently working at the bakery I’ve worked at for years. Serving customers as I normally would. Putting on my pretty fake smile and voice so that no one can see my raging pain. He “loved” me more than anyone I had ever been with before. He showed me things that I would’ve never seen if it weren’t for him. My chest feels like a open would that will never heal no matter what I try. My boss, Kyo, is starting to notice how I drift off into my own thoughts. She never says anything, but I know she’s worried. She’s always been so caring. Kyo was the first person I went to after Hisoka left. I never told her what happened and she never asked. I appreciate that from her because I wish I didn’t have to constantly remember that night…

Three months ago…

I waited for him like I always did. Hisoka never stayed for more than a week at a time. Always saying he had work to do and how important it was. I never questioned him about it because I understood the importance of my own job.

I suddenly heard the front door open. Sitting up from the couch I greeted him with the same sweet smile I always gave him. Despite his absence, I still loved him. And I always had hope that once his job was done, we could go back to how we were before.

This time was different, he didn’t smile back. In fact he looked at me like I was a total stranger. He stood there with the door still open staring at me not saying a word. It’s was strange and I swear I got a chill down my spine from the intensity. My throat got dry and my anxiety was high. I knew something was wrong, but I never could imagine the words that wold come out of his mouth…

“I have no need for you any longer. You are far too weak for someone like me. You no longer interest me. Look at you. You’re a mess. You look like you’ve aged since I’ve been gone. Thankfully after tonight I will never have to lay a single eye on your pathetic self.” Hisoka said with laced with venom.

I froze. I couldn’t move. All those years of “I love you’s.” All those years of him saying I didn’t need to be strong that my love was strong enough. How beautiful I was to him. How he told me he cared for me. Now, all gone with a single paragraph of hurtful words.

“Why?” I whispered

“Like I said I have no use for you any longer.” Hisoka spoke

My heart shattered with his words. He meant it. He was telling the truth. This was as serious as I’ve ever heard him. My eyes poured and my body felt hot. Hisoka just stood there watching. Staring at my broken figure. Finally, after a few minutes, he turned around and walked out of my life forever…

Back to present…

Back out of my daze I finally noticed a customer staring at me with an uncomfortable expression on their face. I quickly apologized and received their order. As much as I want to move on and know I should. I still cannot get over him. But I will try because that’s all I can do. He’s gone and he’s never coming back. He never loved me, he only used me until he got bored of me. Never again will I allow anyone to treat me with such heartbreak.

But I still ask myself… “Why?”

*Third person pov*

What you didn’t know, was Hisoka was there. He was dressed in average street clothing. His hair was down and his makeup removed to show his rather pale but handsome complexion. He was peaking through the bakery window. Enough to see you, but not enough for you to see him. Watching you with a melancholy expression. He had been coming to that same spot every day since he broke your heart. He broke your heart because he was threatened and he wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to fight alone. No one knew the two of you were together, but it was only a matter of time. Hisoka regrets what he did. And if time allows and the threat is gone… he vowed to do everything to win back your heart and fix the shattered pieces. He never understood how you made him love you. All he can think of is your love and your passion and a single word that constantly swims in his mind… “Why?”

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Why? Pt. 2

Hisoka x reader

Hurt, comfort, fluff. Hisoka and you talk about your past relationship.

It’s been four months now since Hisoka broke my heart. My daydreaming has started to slow down and I no longer cry over that man. He’s gone and now I’ve truly come to terms with it. I miss him, but I need to move on. I’m worth more than what he told me I was. I’m strong and I need to remember that. My boss, Kyo, has been nagging me to go out with my co worker Yuji. He’s a sweet man and very considerate, but I think I’m going to focus on myself for awhile. I need to know myself and who I am.

Six months later…

Now it’s been ten months since Hisoka broke my heart. And I can definitely say I’ve completely moved on. My heart is healed and I’ve been able to focus on myself. Last month I moved into a new apartment in a safer part of the city and much closer to the bakery. Moving was so therapeutic for me and peaceful. I haven’t felt that kind of peace in a very long time.

However, I couldn’t help this nagging feeling that I was being watched by someone. I wore it off as me being a little nervous about living in a new place. I checked everywhere and even got a camera to put in my house just in case and fought nothing. So I wore that feeling off as nerves. I’m safe and men like Hisoka won’t hurt me again. But deep down I still feel love for him. Even after all of this time. All I can ask myself is… why?

Two months later…

Third person pov

It has been a full year since Hisoka had left you. A full year since he heard you laugh. A fully year since he felt your touch. A full year since he felt your love. A full year since he broke your heart. He had already taken care of the threat at hand. They are gone and dead. He made sure of that. He even buried them so deep in the ground that if they were dead, they would suffocate before they reached the surface.

That was three months ago. So why hasn’t he come back to you? The threat was gone. And Hisoka still loved you with a fiery passion. Maybe it was because he was scared? Maybe he couldn’t find the words? Maybe he didn’t feel deserving? He didn’t know. What he did know what that he really did love you. Hell, he needed you. And Hisoka has never needed anyone in his life. He’s independent and gets what he wants and who he wants. But he wants you. He’s never truly wanted something more in his life. And he know that if he doesn’t have and love you again then life for him will never be enjoyable again.

Watching you from a safe distance, he saw the way you were smiling at the customers. How sweet you were and he felt jealousy. He knew that if he hadn’t have broken you as he did, you would be in his arms this very second giving him that same enchanting smile.

He then noticed your co worker, Yuji. How he smiled at you. How he looked at you. And Hisoka hated it. He noticed how you smiled at him. And he hated it. His bloodlust began to leak. He couldn’t stop his bubbling rage within him. He couldn’t handle this Tortured any longer. He finally made a decision. To get you back no matter what.

First person pov

I felt a chill run down my spine. It was a familiar chill that only belonged to one person. But I thought that was impossible. He’s gone. And he’s not coming back. He told me that I wasn’t useful to him. That he was bored of me. So why would he be here? The door to the bakery suddenly opened. I turned my head as I normally would and to my despair… there he stood. The man I thought I would never see again… Hisoka Morrow was standing right in front of me.

I froze. He looked the same as he did a year ago. Except he wasn’t wearing his normal outfit. He was sporting a sweatshirt and a pair of black jeans. He hair was down and his make up was removed showing his beautiful pale features. God, I almost forgot how handsome he was. How his piercing golden eyes felt looking in to mine. How sharp his jawline was. How plump his lips were. How soft his skin looked. Hisoka Morrow truly is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt his hand touch my cheek and wipe my tear away. I have no idea why, but I let him do it. I missed this feeling. I missed touch. And God his smell. A mixture of fruit and sandalwood. I realized right then and there that no matter what, I would always love him.

Finally I came to my senses. This was the man that shattered my heart and left me to suffer. This was the man that called me useless. This was the man that lied to me for years. Why on earth would I allow him to touch me in the way. He doesn’t get to do that anymore. With that thought, I smacked his hand away and scolded him.

“What the hell are you doing here Hisoka!” I spat

“Flower, I am here to apologize. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. For how I hurt you-“

“I really don’t care how you feel now.” I interrupted.

“You can’t just waltz in here and expect me to forgive you for what you have done. Please go away. I’m working and I don’t have time for you”

“Flower I-“ Hisoka tried to say

“Don’t call me that”

Hisoka took a deep breath. 

“Y/n, please can we at least take this somewhere else. Please I need to tell you this. Even if you don’t forgive me I just need you to know how I truly feel.”

I shouldn’t have have said no, but I felt compelled to say yes. I told Kyo that I needed to take my break early. She was hesitant but understood the importance of the situation at hand. Hisoka and I went to the nearby park. The walk was silent, but somehow not uncomfortable. After five minutes we were at a more secluded place at the park. It was almost romantic and felt like a place he would’ve taken me if the situation was much different.

“Y/n” Hisoka said breaking the silence

“Hisoka” I said in almost a whisper.

Hisoka turned to me and my breath fought in my throat because I saw something that I never knew I would ever see. Hisoka was crying. His eyes were puffy and he had some dried tears on his face.

“Y/n, I am so sorry for the pain I have caused you. I don’t know the extent of it, but I know you were hurt because of my actions. I know I’m not the best man in the world, but I made you a promise and I broke that promise. I’m not trying to condone my actions, but I was threatened. The threat is gone now and honestly they were easier to dispose of than I thought.” Hisoka said laced with pain and sorrow.

“Hisoka why didn’t you tell me any of this? Why, why weren’t you honest with me?” I said eagerly.

“ Because I couldn’t lose you!” Hisoka exclaimed.

“My flower you are the most important thing I have ever had and I truly love you.” Hisoka said as he moved closer to me with tears in both our eyes.

“I said those awful things to try and protect you. I thought that if I had hurt you, that you would forget about me. You would realize how bad I was and find someone you could love. Someone that you would never have to feel unsafe with. I just wanted to protect you and I thought that by me leaving, you would be safe”

“You’re such an idiot Hiso! I love you. I always have. I’ve spent the last year trying to forget about you. I’ve worked on my mental health and did things more for myself. I did do some healing in the process, but you were still on my mind. I couldn’t get you out no matter what I tried.” I said as I reached out and held his face lovingly. 

Hisoka had a shocked expression on his face that was also filled with love.

“Please will you give me another chance to fix the wrongs I have made. I promise that I will never hurt you as I have again. My heart tore knowing what I did to you. And I have always regretted losing you my flower. You don’t have to say anything now, but please consider it.” Hisoka pleated.

“You hurt me so much Hisoka I need some time to think things over.”

“I understand flower I will give you as much time as you need.” Hisoka said lovingly.

One week later…

Maybe I’m stupid or maybe I’ve just made the best decision of my life. But I can’t help the way I feel for him. Knowing what he did out of love for me makes me rethink this past year. I will insist on taking things slow, but I simply cannot stop loving him.

Reaching for my phone, I texted him and asked him to meet at the park like we did a week ago. He responded within a minute and agreed. I was nervous about this. Overthinking about how bad all of this could go again. But I just can’t help my feelings. After a ten minute walk I finally made it to the park where I saw Hisoka standing in the same spot we were in a week ago.

“Hisoka”

Hisoka turned to me and looked at me with an expression full of love. One that I haven’t seen in a long time.

“Flower” he said

“I’ve made my decision.” I said with full confidence.

“I will give you a second chance because I simply cannot help my feelings for you. This might be the dumbest thing I could do, but I’m willing to take that chance. With that said I wanna take things a little slow with you. And build up our relationship again.”

“Thank you, thank you for giving me this chance, flower” Hisoka beamed.

Suddenly he came up to me and embraced me. God, it felt like I was home again. I always did feel so safe in his arms. Breathing him in. Feeling his warmth. I felt so happy in that moment. And honestly I didn’t want to let go. I knew that Hisoka didn’t want to either based on how tight he was hugging me. Everything felt good again. Everything felt truly peaceful. And now I feel as thought I won’t need to ever ask…

Why?

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Carnival

Hisoka x Reader

Fluff, short fic, Hisoka takes you to a carnival. Image.

Imagine Hisoka taking you out on a date to the carnival. Both hand in hand walking around at night with the lights glowing through out the scenery. It’s beautiful and the aroma of food fills your nostrils. Hisoka sensed this and immediately bought you something delicious that the two of you could share. After eating the two of you go up to the Ferris wheel. There Hisoka tells you that he loves you. And for the first time ever he feels safe, protected, and truly loved. You told him you felt the same and the already perfect night, got a whole lot sweeter.

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requests- hisoka x reader

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." 

Hisoka really does know how to keep you hooked.

memories- hisoka x reader

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. 

"We have all night, don't we?" 

rubatosis- hisoka x reader

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.

"Go to sleep," He says finally, tired of this sad show. Your aura was still strong, strong enough to make him lust over you. He guesses you could only take so much before you falter. He can’t have that happen. Maybe with sleep, your aura will awaken sturdier and stronger. It's a feasible hope. 

spotted- hisoka x reader

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.

Hisoka dedicated the following slaughter to you, pointing to your seated form in the stands, and smiling the same smile he always adorned. It was violent and made you nervous, but it came from a place of love, somewhere deep in his closed-off heart. 

Bambi- Hisoka X Reader

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.

As far as Hisoka is concerned, you're only a casual hook-up, nothing more than that. However whenever he's gone far and wide, on the hunt for a strong toy, he longs for your beautiful Bambi eyes more than he could ever admit.