Hisoka Morow - Tumblr Posts

"Angry tiny mouth ❤" "Crunch"

Little Big - Hateful love is playing

ok but imagine this:

tendou satori dressing up as hisoka morow for halloween. or vice versa. or both of them dressing up as each other.

“It’s in your eyes.”

[30 days Hunter x Hunter challenge]  Day 1. Favorite character.

↳ Hisoka Morou: ‘’ It takes a mere second for treasure to turn trash’’

i hate hisoka *watches every hisoka amv on youtube* disgusting little man *draws him almost every time* fuckign nasty *frames a picture of hisoka and hangs it on my wall* seriously fuck this clown

Some hxh related requests based on the “Genki expression meme” 💜👏 (They are closed!)

Few fans will get the joke but I don't care.

[Don’t repost]

Hisoka York Shin Arc

Because remember, the anime adaptation was weak but I am not, so I made Hisoka justice and adapted his manga outfit to the anime style😤

Phantom troupe plays Games!

This is a short little one shot about the phantom troupe playing some games together! Jenga, Uno, you name it!! Enjoy!

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"Alright, whose turn is it?" Chrollo asked, glancing around the crowded table. The Phantom Troupe had gathered in the quiet lull of their latest hideout, the low murmur of the outside world a gentle backdrop to their camaraderie. The room was dimly lit, casting flickering shadows from the candles scattered across the floor and walls.

Shalnark and Phinks exchanged a knowing look, their hands hovering over the Jenga

"Let's go again, Chrollo” Phinks grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "We're feeling lucky tonight."

Machi and Pakunoda giggled softly to themselves, watching the tension build as the two men took turns removing wooden blocks. “I wonder who will win again paku?” “Definitely not Uvogin or feitan that’s for sure.

The tower wobbled precariously, and Uvogin slammed his fist on the table. "This is ridiculous! How do you keep winning, Shizuku?"

“Really at Jenga, everybody except the loser wins, but if you must know.”

Shizuku shrugged, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's all about precision and patience," she said sweetly, blowing a strand of hair from her face. "You should try it sometime, Uvogin."

The room erupted in laughter, the tension momentarily broken. Uvogin's scowl deepened, but even he couldn't help but chuckle. “Whatever Shizuku.”

The air was thick with good-natured rivalry as the games continued. They had been playing for hours, the night stretching on into the early hours of the morning. The clatter of plastic and the shuffle of cards filled the space as they moved from Jenga to Monopoly and then to Uno.

The stakes were high, each victory met with cheers and groans, as if they were fighting for their lives rather than mere bragging rights.

“SHALNARK ILL GIVE YOU 1 MILLION JENNY! IF YOU BEAT ME IN ONE ON ONE UNO!” Phinks yelled with excitement. “OKAY PHINKS!! I CAN’T WAIT TO SHOP!

Nobunaga, ever the chill presence, leaned back in his chair, watching the games unfold with a lazy smile. "You know, I miss the days when we didn't have to play games to pass the time," he mused, stroking his chin. "But this isn't so bad either."

"Oh, come on, Nobunaga," Hisoka teased, flipping a card onto the Uno pile. "Where's the fun in that? Besides, you know I'd miss our little gatherings if we weren't playing something. Probaly would be stalking Gon~"

Feitan, whose irritation was palpable, glared at the flamboyant clown. "If you don't shut up about Gon, I'm going to turn this game into a real battle royale."

Hisoka's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving the cards in his hand. "Oh, you're on edge tonight, Feitan. Did the Jenga tower collapse one too many times?"

Feitan's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his cards. "Keep it up, and you'll be the one regretting it."

Ignoring the threat, Hisoka leaned closer to the table, his crimson hair brushing the edge. "Tell us more about this 'special' thing you see in Gon, will you? Maybe it's his ability to annoy everyone so much that they want to fight him?"

The group chuckled, but Chrollo remained thoughtful, stroking the spine of his book. "Gon's potential is indeed intriguing. It's a wild card we can't overlook."

Shizuku's eyes flickered to Chrollo, a hint of respect in her gaze. "You're right, Chrollo. He's got something… different about him. An indomitable spirit.”

Uvogin rolled his eyes. "Spare me the poetic crap. He's just a kid with a death wish and a giant heart."

Machi and Pakunoda giggled again, placing their bets on the next round of Uno. The colorful cards danced in the candlelight as they played, each trying to outwit the others.

"You're all just jealous," Hisoka said, laying down a Reverse card. "I mean, I've seen the boy In action. But my little fruit is still unripe~ I’m itching for the day he becomes a man "

Uvogin's hand hovered over his hand, his eyes narrowed. "If he's so special, why don't you go play with him instead of bothering us?" “That wouldn’t be fun, I toyed with him and Killua last week.” He whined.

Shizuku’s smirk grew as she placed her next card. "Because we're here, enjoying ourselves, Uvogin. Besides, it's not every day we get to see you so… human."

The room quieted as Uvogin's scowl darkened. He slammed his hand down on the table, causing the tower to wobble again. "I'm not playing this kids' game anymore," he growled, pushing his chair back. "I'm going out for a smoke with Nobunaga.”

Nobunaga nodded, setting his cards aside. "Alright, let's go," he said, standing up with a stretch. The two friends made their way to the balcony, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stifling tension inside.

"You must like that kid, don't you?" Uvogin said, his voice gruff as he lit a blunt. “I’ve taken a liking to him, while you were away I asked him to join the troupe. But he declined.” Nobunaga chuckled.

“Seems like him, he’s not cut out for a life like this anyways.”

Inside, the games had reached a fever pitch. Feitan's frustration had boiled over, and he was now glaring at Shizuku, who had just won another round of Uno. "You're cheating," he accused, slamming his cards down.

Shizuku's smile never wavered, her eyes on her cards. "You're just not observant enough, Feitan," she said, placing a Reverse card with a flourish. The room fell silent as the tension grew.

"Maybe we should take a break," Chrollo suggested, standing up and moving to the kitchen. "I've got something that might improve everyone's mood."

Moments later, he returned with a tray of freshly baked brownies, the sweet aroma filling the room. “I suppose we should have a break.” Feitans eyes flared.

“Phinks! Go get the liquor for me.” Shalnark exclaimed. “Okay! Be right back.”

"Who wants the first brownie?" Chrollo offered, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Feitan's hand shot up, snatching one before anyone else could. "I'm not letting you win just because you baked us treats," he snarled, eyeing Shizuku suspiciously.

Shizuku took a brownie, her expression calm. "I'm not worried," she said, taking a bite and savoring the rich chocolate. "I play fair and square."

"It's not about winning or losing, Feitan," Chrollo said, placing the tray in the center of the table. "It's about the thrill of the game." He offered a brownie to Feitan, who grudgingly took one. “Besides feitan, youlll get your fun torturing somebody later.” “I guess you’re right Machi.”

“SPEAKING OF DELICIOUS TREATS MY GO~” “SHUT THE FUCK UP HISOKA!” Feitan yelled. “Fine how rude, I’m telling my Illumi.” He scoffed at the short man.

“moving forward, somebody go get Uvogin and Nobunaga so we can talk game plan for the Yorknew city auction.” Chrollo ordered.

In 15 days, the Yorknew city auction would take place. Hisoka would be plotting against the troupe and one of their own would be taken from them. But who?

It was times like these, that they would never know they took for granted. But they’d have fun doing them, with the only family they have.

The phantom troupe.

**Title: Seven Minutes in Heaven**

Short little fan fiction about Gon x Killua confessing their feelings in a game of seven minutes in heaven! There is Leorio x kurapika content too, but more so them being in love and supporting parents!

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The dimly lit room was buzzing with excitement and nervous energy. It was a typical night for the group of friends, but tonight felt different. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken feelings, especially between

a certain pair: Gon Freecss and Killua Zoldyck. They’d navigated countless challenges together, yet this simple game of “Seven Minutes in Heaven” brought the most formidable challenge of all: vulnerability.

Leorio and Kurapika sat together on the couch, their fingers intertwined. They’d long since settled into a comfortable relationship, and while they teased their friends about their obvious crushes, they couldn’t help but hope that Gon and Killua would finally take the leap.

“Kurapika, do you think it’ll happen today?”

“Maybe Leo~”

“Let’s hope, it’s getting tiring seeing them all shy.” “LEORIO!” Kurapika playfully smacked his arm.

“Alright, everyone!” Leorio announced, his voice cheerfully cutting through the ambient chatter. “If we’re going to play this, we need to set some ground rules. Only the brave shall proceed into the ‘heaven’ of that closet!”

“Don’t you dare call it that.” Killua rolled his eyes, suppressing a grin. His gaze instinctively flicked to Gon, whose excited smile made his heart race. Maybe tonight would unveil the feelings they’d both kept buried.

“Let’s get started!” Kurapika clapped his hands, his anticipation palpable. “We’ll draw names randomly, and everyone must take their turn. But… let’s keep Hisoka out of it, alright?”

Gon chuckled, but there was a tinge of worry in his eyes. Hisoka was unpredictable, and the thought of him alone with either himself or Killua made Gon's stomach churn

“Why not? I promise to behave!” Hisoka chimed, appearing out of nowhere, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. The flamboyant clown had a knack for drama, and the tension skyrocketed as he licked his lips, clearly reveling in the suspense.

“I think our odds of survival decrease significantly if Hisoka is part of the game,” Killua mumbled, his expression tinged with anxiety. “Babs, stop scaring the children.” Illumi interjected.

The games began, laughter and giggles punctuating the room as each participant disappeared into the closet for their seven minutes.

Kurapika and Leorio emerged first, their cheeks flushed, and their smiles a mix of triumph and giddiness.

“Leorio, it’s our turn what should we do.” “I think you know what, Kurapika.” “Do I~” his words were interjected by Leorio pulling Kurapika into a steamy kiss. “Leo..” Pika whispered.

The two emerged out of the closet looking flushed and slightly disheveled. “Oh my God, how unholy of you two~” Hisoka teased.

*CHROLL DESCENDS FROM THE HEAVENS*

“AH WHAT THE FUCK!” Killua screeched. “Did somebody call me?” Chrollo spoke. “Bitch get out of my house!” Kurapika responded. “

Pretty Kurapika, don’t be so mean to me.”

“HE’S TAKEN. IM GONNA KILL YOU!” Leorio charged at him.

“I think that’s my cue to leave, see you around Kurta~”

*Chrollo descends to hell*

“That was random as hell.” Illumi says while wheezing.

Finally, it was Gon’s turn to draw. “I got killua!! Yay come on.” “Baka! Don’t be so giddy.” Killua said blushing.

The rest of the group watched in anticipation, particularly Leorio and Kurapika, who were practically bubbling over with hope.

Just as the two boys stepped into the closet, the door creaked ominously. The moment it clicked shut, the familiar warmth of a shared space surrounded them. Time seemed to stretch, distorting their senses as they stood close yet uncertain.

“Um… so, what should we…” Gon began, his voice barely a whisper, filled with exhilaration and nerves.

, Hisoka swung open the door of the closet, a wide grin on his face. “I couldn’t help it! I need to protect my little Gon from… bad influences!” His tone dripped with mischief, eyes sparkling as they landed on Killua.

“Don’t you dare put your hands on him!” Killua growled, already outside of his comfort zone. The threat of Hisoka brought forth a primal urge to protect.

“Really? I just want to play!” Hisoka twirled, making a mock bow. “Is it so wrong for me to want to spend time with my favorite boy?”

. He glanced at Killua, who looked ready to unsheathe a blade at a moment's notice. The tension was palpable, a powder keg just waiting for a spark. “Killua it’s ok!”

“Hisoka, you have no right to barge in here,” Gon said firmly, surprising even himself. “You need to back off.”

“Look at you, so brave!” Hisoka laughed, unfazed. “But let’s see how brave you are alone — and how long Killua will stand by!”

Just then, Illumi stepped forward, his presence a cold shadow looming over them. “You should leave my brother alone, Hisoka.” His voice was low and menacing, and the room instantly quieted, tension thickening the air.

Startled, Hisoka held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright! I was merely playing a game!” With a flourish, he stepped back, practically skipping away from them.

The closet door finally closed behind them again, sealing Gon and Killua in their moment. The silence stretched, heavy with half-formed thoughts. It was then Gon mustered the courage to break the ice.

“Killua, I…” Gon’s voice trailed off, the raw honesty flickering between them like a flame.

“I feel the same. I’ve always felt the same.” Killua took a step closer, their hearts now racing in rhythm. “But I didn’t know how to say it.”

Gon smiled—this was the moment he had yearned for. “Maybe we don’t have to say it. Maybe we just have to understand it.”

With that, they leaned closer, the past few moments fading away in the glow of their realization. The world outside melted into insignificance as they shared a whisper that only they could hear, the door of the closet forgotten.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the room outside, Leorio grinned at Kurapika, relief washing over them like a tide. Their friends had finally started to piece together the puzzle, and with his eyes on Illumi, Kurapika hoped that perhaps tonight, darkness would stay at bay.

“We knew it Kurapika, today was the day!!” He squeezed the blonds hand tighter. “They did it.”

As the minutes passed, their prayers echoed in silence, wishing for a world where love, no matter how complicated, could always shine brightly in dark corners, just like the love blossoming in the closet between Gon and Killua. And in a moment, the world outside would be forever changed.

lovesick- hisoka x reader

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.

Maybe it's all just for a moment, but these times become treasured memories, knowing that Hisoka will revert to his usual jagged personality the next day.

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. 

Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up...

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS PIECE SENPAI... He looks so good in your style?!!!

Also, brb gonna go and honk all night with my clusband (clown husband) 🤡💖💖💖

A silly Valentine’s gift for my good friend @neonfigs who loves Hisoka