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A Cruel Fact (N/SFW Hisomachi Fanfic)

Pairings: Hisoka/Machi, Machi/Fem!OC (just briefly)

Word Count: 5.8 k

Warnings: Language, Blood, Gore, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Break Ups, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Bisexuality, Unhealthy Relationships, Murder Mentions But No One Dies, 69, Shameless S.mut.

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“M-Machi...” his voice was hoarse and broken. Hisoka couldn’t see her name clearly because of the blood smearing the whole screen. His own blood, painting everything around him in red. But he thought he heard her voice.

His fingers already knew the way to her speed dial, and maybe trying it for the thousandth time worked now.

“What?” She spat on the other side. So cruel. So impatient. He couldn’t help but smile, the simple act shooting pain through his facial muscles.

“I n-need y-ou… I… I mean it. I s-screwed up t-this time...”

She huffed when she heard him coughing.

Blood spilled even more from his insides, tainting the already messy scenario. An alternating orange, red and pink neon light turned everything a little psychedelic and even more nauseating.

“Let me see it.”

“I… I don’t think I...” he tried to say he wouldn’t be able to change the voice call to a video one. He still couldn’t see much of the screen. But when something green flashed on his phone, contrasting violently with the red, he knew he should tap it somehow with all the blood.

After lagging for a while, the image changed to something diffused. Was she in the dark? What he could see of her blue eyes were illuminated only by the phone screen light, it seemed.

"Jesus fuck…" she muttered with her usual cold tone. The use of a sacred name mixed with profanity made Hisoka smile even wider. He surely looked like a mess to cause such a reaction. "Where are you?"

"Y-york Shin…" the cough interrupted him again. He tried to find something to show her. Speaking would be as effective as trying to send her his location. Hisoka rolled on his back, the lacerating pain taking over his ribs to his abdomen in a cold wave and making him whimper. There was a shiny neon billboard on the top of the building near him. That was the source of the ceaselessly light. The Mighty Fox, a foxy lady moving left and right. Left and right. He almost got distracted, but in the end, he managed to turn his phone camera to the sign.

"Of course you are there…" this time Machi sounded… tired. "Give me fifteen minutes, but listen: it won't be cheap."

"I'll give you anything you want…" his husky voice could form a whole sentence for the first time without being interrupted, which was funny. He could feel the liquid pooling down his throat. Everything tasted like iron.

"I highly doubt it."

"Why… d-do you think so lowly about me…?" The stutter came back, but there was no reply this time. He tried to turn his phone to himself again, but it slipped from his hand and crashed against the ground beside him.

He could see the dark screen before it fell, however. She had already hung up.

***

Machi stood in front of the window where she could see the neon billboard of the foxy lady dancing. It was less than five minutes away from her.

She sighed.

"Is there any problem?" The girl with purple hair asked from her bed. Her amber eyes looked startled.

Thankfully she was polite enough not to say anything when she was still on the call.

"Yes, there is," Machi said, nonchalantly. "I actually need you to go now, I'm sorry."

She hoped she didn't fail on being polite now. She didn't want to sound rude, not with her, at least.

"I've thought I could spend the night… " The girl insisted, getting up from the bed slowly as if there was a chance of Machi changing her mind.

But she was already pulling up her jeans without looking at her.

"Told you my job was complicated," she said, hearing a deep breath as a response. "C'mon, I'll stay with you until your cab arrives."

"Can I call you later?" The girl asked, and Machi finally looked at her doe eyes.

She wished she had a mind to deal with her better, but it was so hard when another set of amber eyes had already taken away her inner peace.

"Wait for me to text you, I might be busy for a while."

The girl muttered sure, babe. The way she sounded hurt by it started to annoy Machi. Granted, she didn't want to make her feel bad, but at the same time, she had never promised her anything.

She couldn't.

She was nowhere near ready to commit and being pressed for it, even slightly, wouldn't help.

***

"You look like a pile of shit."

Everything looked like a pile of shit if she were honest. The back alley illuminated by that irritating neon billboard was covered in blood: up and down, left and right. Blood stuck in her sneakers as she approached what appeared to be just another dead body in the middle of a dozen, but was really Hisoka. The ferrous smell could be felt from across the street, and she thought he was lucky that part of the city was long forgotten by God. If anyone had called an ambulance for him, he would be a dead man sooner rather than later. Normal doctors wouldn't know how to deal with him.

"Thank you," he breathed quickly, chest moving in a way she knew was hurtful. The pain was almost palpable. "Y-you look amazing as a-always."

Machi crouched down beside him and carefully touched his abdomen. A deep cut crossed all the way from his right ribs to the left side of his waist. The blood made it difficult for her to see exactly how deep it was. It was troublesome, for it had certainly hit internal organs and needed her stitches urgently, but she wouldn’t be able to do it until his hemorrhage was controlled.

She looked at his other wounds. Hisoka had many bruises she could do nothing about at the moment. His face was swollen and full of bumps, making him look hideous. She sighed, wondering if he knew how bad he looked. A particular laceration came to her attention: a very characteristic hole on his left shoulder. She dug her thumb and forefinger there mercilessly, feeling him flinch in pain when she pulled out the bullet.

“Seriously?” She showed the projectile to him before tossing it away. “I hope it was bathed in nen when it hit you.”

“I… I can’t recall...” he smiled at her, and she knew beneath the blood, bruises, and bumps, he was feigning innocence.

“Is this your last resort to try to get my attention, Hisoka?” She breathed exasperated, taking off her hoodie to press it against his deepest cut on the abdomen. “Trying to kill yourself in meaningless fights?”

“L-life is mean-meaningless without y-you, Machi...” his hand tried to reach hers over the hoodie, and she took it to replace her effort in keeping it pressured so she could continue checking him. “I f-feel like… something’s missing...”

“Yeah, right,” she said in a skeptical tone, moving to see the conditions of his legs. “Fighting Danchou is what gives you meaning and makes you complete, Hisoka. Cut the crap.”

“I m-mean I-” his words were interrupted by a painful groan when she repositioned his right leg’s bones without warning.

“We’ll have to go to my place, I won’t be able to do much here,” she huffed, resting her bloody hands on her hips. “And you’ll have to stand somehow because there’s no way I’m carrying you in my arms.”

“W-what a pity...” he murmured with a faint smug smile on his face when Machi got closer to lift his right arm and position his shoulder over hers. She helped him get up quite easily. His weight wasn’t something beyond her strength, and even if she had to carry him in her arms, she would. But he was in condition to suffer for some blocks. “Have you b-been kissed?” He asked out of the blue, startling Machi a little.

She didn’t answer, however. And after some difficult steps on his behalf, he tried to look closer at her face before insisting on the matter:

“You look v-very kissed...”

***

“What are you doing here?” Machi finally let a passionate emotion escape with her voice when she saw the purple-haired girl at her door.

Indignation. Fear.

The girl was weak. Utterly boring. He felt almost offended that Machi had let her kiss her lips. Or worse. Hisoka tensed up like a hunting dog who’s caught the scent of an injured animal… one who had been feeding on his food. She had his lover’s taste on her lips, something only him should taste. Such an act could not go unpunished. Almost inevitably, bloodlust emanated painfully from him.

“O-oh… what’s your name, little rabbit?” His voice sounded dangerously deep as he leaned on Machi and lowered his head, his stare fixed on the amber one, however. Her eyes were almost the same hue as his. She shivered.

“Don’t answer him, answer me.” Machi intervened, making the girl look confused at them, one after the other. Maybe she had regretted her decision now.

“I thought you were in trouble, and it seems you really are...” she answered, glaring at him.

Machi rolled her eyes, pulling him roughly with her when she opened the door.

“Don’t worry about me, he’s just an idiot. But you have to go. Now!” She helped him inside her apartment until they got to her couch, where she let his body fall carelessly.

“Ouch, kitten… don’t b-be cruel...” he lay on the couch, pressing her hoodie harder against the bleeding wound. His eyes followed the purpled-haired girl, however, when she stood at the threshold, beckoning Machi.

His lover left him there without a word and went to the girl. She closed the door behind her so they both could talk in the hallway, but he could hear the strange girl calling her babe. His eyes narrowed. In his mind, this inconsequential woman was nothing more than a hookup, and it was bad enough. The fact that she felt intimate enough to call Machi babe made him groan, blood trickling from his mouth again. He tried to get up but ended up slumping down onto the couch again.

The girl was weak, of course, but he was… pathetic. His eyes twitched in annoyance at the thought. Hisoka knew how miserable his condition was right now, every heartbeat a reminder of the pain he was feeling, weighing on his chest until he thought he wouldn't be able to breathe anymore. But he kept breathing. He kept feeding the sad machinery inside his ribcage.

The pain wasn't physical. In fact, he did everything he could to get hurt in the worst way possible to try to forget his feelings. The stupid emotions assaulting him ever since Machi told him that she would no longer be his lover. That she couldn't do this anymore. First, he thought it was just a joke, a way for her to tease him. Another way to be cruel with him for her own amusement. And he would never deny the pain inflicted by her for her pleasure. Granted, it was his pleasure too.

But then he noticed she was in pain too, which made no sense at all. Why was she willingly suffering along with him? Why was she depriving herself if it wasn't for a reward? Why was she telling him she wouldn't be his lover anymore when he could see in her eyes how much she yearned to be with him? Machi was so hard to read sometimes. She was like a huge labyrinth he had never found his way out of, and he was trapped inside her twists and turns for so long it became part of himself.

It was undeniable that she had stirred emotions in him that no other lover ever had, and one of the most sincere things he ever did was embracing it. Is it any wonder he felt like part of him had been taken away when she stopped returning his calls? The days without Machi were just… colorless. Flavorless. Boring. After weeks nothing could excite him anymore. Until he decided to look for her, and when he found his pink-haired beauty he missed so much, she was accompanied by that nobody.

All the numbness gave way to an avalanche of emotions he didn't know how to deal with. He wanted to kill her with a flick of his hand, the purple-haired girl. But it wouldn't be enough. What would be enough? He was choking in desperation. He had to pull those feelings out of his chest.

That's how he ended up like this: all of the feelings still aching in his heart, and blood splattered all around her couch.

"I don't get you!" He heard a voice yelling outside when the door opened again.

"You don't have to," Machi replied coldly before closing the door and locking it.

They were alone now. He and her.

"I knew y-you would come back to me…" he couldn't avoid the pleased smirk, but she ignored it too.

"Lay down, I can't stitch you up like this," she said matter-of-factly before heading to the kitchen.

He obeyed her like a good boy, and when she came back, she threw him a package of frozen peas.

"For your face," she told, and with a pair of scissors in her hand, she knelt beside him to take away the bloody hoodie and start cutting what had left of his shirt. "I don't even know how you're still conscious."

"B-because I've misse-"

"Don't talk," Machi interrupted him. "And the ice will be more helpful if you actually put it on your face."

Only then he noticed he was still holding the package in the air. Hisoka was reluctant about covering his face. He wanted to see her stitching him. He wanted to see her. But she was cautious to not start her delicate job until he conceded.

But it was good then, when he couldn't see anything, but focus all of his senses on the precise and attentive way she was filling his insides with her nen. That delicious thread intertwining with his guts, with his flesh, with his skin. Just like she was with him. Inside of him. When she was so near him, he felt there were no distinctions between them both.

Machi closed his wound and moved on to the bullet hole on his shoulder. There was a minor cut on his left arm she also gave her attention to before standing up and leaving him alone again. Hisoka raised the peas' package to look at her, at her petite figure walking around calmly.

It amazed him how he missed something so trivial.

***

She placed the bowl of water by her knees, dipped the white cloth, and wrung it before leaning over him to clean his face. Machi swept her hand on his forehead to push back his damped hair, then pressed the cloth carefully on his skin to clean the blood. She tried to focus on what she was doing, but the way he was looking at her was distracting her. Yes, his face was distorted and just downright ugly, but his golden eyes shined like they always did before her. There was always a passion, longing, and even some… vulnerability. Hisoka looked like a monster to some, like a disgusting creep to others, but to her, sometimes, he looked like a lost boy, craving so much for human touch.

Machi lowered her head to dip the cloth in the water again. His blood tainted the once crystal clear liquid and dissolved in her hands when she wrung it out. She reached his stained lips and saw his tongue sweeping them right after her touch like a reflex. And before she could move on to his chin and neck, where blood had trickled down, his hand grabbed her wrist.

“Machi...” he tried to pull her even closer, but she resisted. “Can’t you feel it?”

She blinked a few times, trying to decide if it was even something relevant to question. Feel what? Feel the smell of his blood she was so used to? Feel how close she was to his body, just a few inches away from his lips? Feel disgusted by his face? His actions? His reluctance to accept her decision? Feel how much she missed him? Feel everything she fought against in the last few weeks, trying to bury it all under layers and layers of work, sleeping pills, eventual alcohol, and sex with harmless people? She felt like diving without water, many miles below so she could avoid feeling anything.

She actually felt sorry she couldn’t simply erase every memory of him, every touch of his hand over her body. Like that grip.

“We belong together...” he proceeded, not stuttering so much anymore, but with a breathy, languid voice. She looked at his eyes and he smiled, quite sweetly. “We won’t do good apart.”

“Speak for yourself!” She spat, pulling her wrist away from his hand. Machi resumed her duty of cleaning him with an annoyed countenance.

“Are you happy?” He breathed heavily, desperately, in a way that made Machi fear for the stitches to open. “Do you feel complete? Do you love her?”

Machi rolled her eyes. He had to be delusional to believe she would even think about those questions. They were everything she was running from, but it seems it wasn’t enough that her current lover was pressuring her about it. Her past lover had to do the same thing. She sighed, wrung the cloth once again, and placed it over his neck to continue the cleaning when she felt something odd.

She returned the cloth to the bowl, wiped her hands on her t-shirt, and touched both sides of his neck. Then his wrists. He was freezing. Due to the frozen package she gave him to relieve his bumps, she thought it was natural that his face would feel that cold, but the rest of his body shouldn’t. His heavy breathing was probably caused by it as well.

Maybe he really was delusional.

“Your touches feel so good… ” he whispered. “I’ve missed you so much… Machi...”

“I need to warm you up,” she murmured as if she were thinking out loud, getting up immediately to go to the bedroom.

“No, Machi...” he tutted like an upset kid, stretching his arms, trying to reach her. “Just come here… Lie with me...”

But she only returned to him with blankets in her arms. She tried to cover his body, and Hisoka was being pretty obedient while she attended to his feet and legs. But when she reached his chest, he suddenly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body against his with surprising strength. Machi even questioned his hypothermia, but the chilling sensation of his skin against hers was undeniable.

“Stop it!!” She huffed, trying to get out of his grip, but he wouldn’t let her.

“The best way to warm up someone… is with your own body, Machi… skin to skin...” he murmured with some difficulty, as she still tried to free herself.

However, with a deep breath, she gave up, feeling his chest, cold as porcelain through her t-shirt. If her stitches opened up, he would lose even more blood. And if he was already so cold, losing it would probably force her to take him to a hospital. In a way, it would be a relief to just let his body there on the sidewalk and forget about him. But she didn’t want to.

Deep down, she would rather lie there with him than let him go.

“Why do you have to be such an idiot?” She looked into his eyes in defeat. Those golden eyes, shiny and needy for her. So beautiful, under the bruises and swellings.

“I’m sorry, Machi...” he said quietly, his hand touching her face ever so slightly. Eyes never leaving hers, making it so easy for her to falter.

Machi never planned to have feelings for anyone, let alone for Hisoka. All those emotions she dared not name were liabilities. They meant giving all the power to someone else, exposing herself to be blackmailed, used, or betrayed. Like he already did. So casually, as if it was nothing. As if fighting Chrollo had nothing to do with her and they could perfectly continue doing this. Sharing this hot and comfortable intimacy, giving way to the irrational yearning to touch him, to feel the blood in his mouth with her tongue.

She definitely didn’t want to feel anything for him. But she did. So much that it burned in her heart and made her squirm when she tasted his ferrous saliva in a helpless, senseless kiss. What led her to sink into this traitor so deeply, fingers clutched in his hair, nails scratching his scalp? She probably would never know.

But it was something deeper than any other lover, old or new, had ever made her feel. And she hated it so much.

“I will never forgive you,” she breathed between her teeth, breaking the kiss quite harshly with a hard push.

“I know...” his eyes were veiled in delight, so full of life it let her know the coldness of his body didn’t reach his inner fire. Maybe he wasn’t delusional, then. Only miserly pining for her.

His dirty hands searched for her skin underneath the t-shirt, gently first, drawing a shiver out of her, but then they latched onto her flesh desperately, as he pulled her for another kiss. Soon it would be broken by her, however, when she took off her t-shirt to quickly come back, diving into his mouth.

Machi slipped under the blanket with him, covering them both in a comfortable warm cocoon. She wished it could hide them from the world, from the space, the time, all the problems they were in, so it could be only the two of them. At least for the night.

“This is not a promise,” she whispered against his lips, so intoxicated by his breath she irresistibly shuddered. Hisoka was an addiction, and being that close to him was a curse and a relief at the same time.

“I know, Machi,” he whispered back. “It’s a fact.”

***

The muscles of his face were still sore while he kissed her over and over again. It wasn't bad at all. It actually turned him on even more. Physical pain was a delicacy, something that could either numb his senses or enhance them even more, turning every touch into a pleasurable explosion. And under her touches, there was nothing but delight. Not that he had forgotten about the pain in his chest, no. But it also had become something else: a fuel to his desperation, an urgent need to make it worth the time they’d spent apart. To hold her in a way that she would never leave him anymore.

To erase completely every memory and every trace of the purple-haired girl from her body and replace them with his.

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” Machi pushed him back when he so thirstily jerked forward towards her. One hand on her waist, the other on her breast. Mouth ready to devour her whole. “I won’t stitch you up again.”

“Would you let me bleed?” Hisoka sighed, with a smile on his lips when he felt her tongue tracing his swollen jaw.

“‘Til death,” she purred in his ear.

“‘Til death...” he repeated as if mesmerized, hands reaching down to her jeans, unzipping it to slide his fingers inside her panties, feeling delicious puffy labia leading to a slippery wet slit. How he missed it. “Let me taste you,” he pleaded, touching her firmly to try to convince her.

Machi was ready to lick his chest clean, he knew it. He could see the desire shining in her eyes when she raised them to look at his. Two ravenous beasts staring at each other.

“Do you think you deserve it?” Her body hovered over his, her hips willingly grinding on his hand.

“I think you want it too, Machi...” he tried to raise his body again to capture her lips, but she pushed him down again with a displeased hum and got up.

When she was away from his body he felt so cold.

Hisoka sucked his fingers, the fluids he had captured from her serving as an appetizer as he watched her taking off her jeans and panties all at once. It was the first time he actually felt the taste of something good in weeks.

“Gosh, you’re so needy...” she tilted her head when he tried to reach her again, rushing her to come back to him.

But ignoring the way his hands were trying to lead her back, she turned around, placing her knees on both sides of his face and lying down over his body so sweetly. It was incomparably better than he had planned. Her swift delicate hands were quick to free his shaft from his pants, both pumping all the length so eagerly while he could finally grab her thighs and shove his head between her legs. His mouth covered her entire intimacy, sucking it all at once as if the mere gesture could already wash away the other’s presence from her.

He wanted to relish on Machi and Machi alone.

She licked his precum, running the tip of her tongue slowly on his glans before enveloping them between her lips. He throbbed inside her mouth and fingers, letting out a pleasurable moan against her skin. Hisoka felt he was already burning hot, delirious in fever. Her juices filled his senses as he played with her cunt, they were all he could — and wanted — to experience after such a long time only dreaming about it. He charted every inch of her sex, memorizing again all of her textures, her flavors.

He couldn’t lose them again.

His hands landed on the junction of her thighs, thumbs tracing her labia open, fingers sliding inside her entrance as his tongue lapped on her clit. He was thirsty to feel her orgasm, her body squirming above his, her immense rationality abandoning her mind for that brief moment. The thrill Machi made him feel only confirmed how much he needed her. She was avidly sucking his length, eventually slipping it all the way down her throat, forcing him to halt and whimper in erotic agony, eyes rolling in bliss. Hisoka wanted her to suffer the same way, so he hooked his digits and pressed her harder against his lips.

There was no escape for her. As he went on and on, relentlessly working on her pleasure, he finally felt the always-so-full-of-self-control woman faltering over him. She moaned on his dick, so helpless while her legs shuddered around him and he knew he was in the right way. He didn’t mind when she took him out of the wet warmth of her mouth to just shakily pump him. What mattered is that he felt it finally: her walls throbbing and clenching strongly on his fingers, her fluids pouring generously on his face.

The utmost sensation for him.

“Did she ever make you cum like this?” He wondered out loud in a soft purr, eyes fixed on the remaining signs of her orgasm.

“What?” She asked so candidly it was obvious she didn’t listen. She was still so high she couldn’t even register what he said.

It was perfect. It was everything he could ask for and the perfect answer to his question. He knew he was the only one capable of making her lose her mind like this.

And as if the devils of greed, lust, and pride had taken over his being, Hisoka threw Machi on the couch at the same time he slipped out of her. He took her by the knees, pulling her body to the edge to meet his — to join his, without further ado, so he could do whatever he wanted with her without hearing her worrying about his wound. He didn’t care. He could bleed his guts out over her body and he would be happy, as long as he was buried deep inside her.

His hands clawed her face and her neck, bringing her little mouth closer for an insane kiss, so he could occupy her lips, her head, her thoughts. So he could fill her whole perfect body with each thrust, hitting her cervix and echoing in her desperate, loud breathing. Breasts bouncing beautifully, perky nipples rubbing up and down ever so slightly against his chest, faster and faster to the rhythm of his hips.

Machi dug her teeth in his sore flesh, licking blood from his lips while intonating the chant of her pleasure in choir with him. It was a feral melody, full of grunts and groans and senseless moans.

Hisoka rolled his eyes when he felt a sting of pain in his abs. He pushed her hair back, locking her head in place so he could look down to capture the vision of their bodies mingling beyond a delicate trace of fresh blood. She would make him stop if she saw it, but how could he? When her body fluttered under his and her knees tried to squeeze him between them. Her juices glistened on his cock like exquisite jewelry.

The Queen of his Hearts, crowning the Joker in the best way possible.

Machi was his. His.

As she sweetly mewled, pulling him closer to her body with her legs, her arms, and her intimacy throbbing and clenching as if trying to suck his soul along with his cum, he wanted to look at her eyes. The most beautiful, defiant, deadly cold eyes he ever saw. And he loved them. And he loved all the white-hot feelings he took from them: anger, passion, pleasure, and rebellion when facing the cruel truth that was loving his eyes as well. He could see it all at once in the shining blue now, enrapturing his senses completely and drinking his fluids dry.

He felt his vision blurring, his moans becoming brutal howls and his shaft pulsating as violently as his heart on his chest.

Finally, he was alive.

He found his life inside of her, and it felt so good.

***

She woke up slowly to that warm, undefined feeling. It was comfortable, familiar, intimate. The smell filled her lungs like home, and she was so homesick her arms closed tighter around his waist. And then she finally realized she wasn't alone, and she wasn't with a harmless stranger either. Her eyes opened to the image of his red hair and his broad, pale shoulders. His back looked so strange without the spider tattoo there, but for as much as she hated that blank space, the proof of his treason, she breathed deeply and held him one more time against her naked body. It was a sluggish movement, but he reacted slower and lazier than her, in soft reflections and velvet murmurs.

Hisoka was sleeping deeply, as he should. Machi was amazed by how he managed to stay awake for so long last night. If she hadn't seen all the blood — and his internal organs, quite literally — she would have doubted his condition was serious. He really was a monster. A stubborn and childish one. She had gotten carried away, giving in to his whims when she knew she wasn't supposed to, for multiple reasons. But at the moment, everything felt so urgent, so desperate. She was overwhelmed with the need to remember his body, his taste, the pleasure they shared. Everything that felt like paradise and it seemed she could only have with him. The devil.

It was an irony, a curse. But she had wondered if she could manage it, because last night, she didn't want to be away from him again.

And she still didn't want to part, even after he bled over her, passing out after orgasming like a useless mess. He was nothing but trouble sometimes. She had to stitch him up again and guide a half-conscious Hisoka to bed, all the while dealing with his wandering hands, his sluggish horniness. His pleading eyes while trying to convince her how lost he was. How much he needed her. How his feelings about her were the same as her feelings about him.

All lies. But deep down it moved her, how he gave himself the trouble when his mind was so clearly so hazy. It was almost logical to assume it was the truth. Good thing she knew better than this.

And too bad she still wanted him. She wanted him. She wanted him. What a painful confession to her own mind.

“Why are you so tense?” His deep, hoarse voice asked out of the blue, startling her a little bit. He brought her hand to his lips and lazily kissed it.

“I’m not, you must’ve been dreaming,” she dismissed him casually, pulling her hand to herself and finally parting, turning her back to him.

Machi reached for her phone on the nightstand idly, just for habit. 7h47 am. 34 missed calls. 22 new messages. She sighed. Unlike Hisoka’s missed calls and messages, those ones made her feel nothing but a nuisance. Granted, he annoyed her, but there was always something more.

Chrollo once said to her he found it funny how humans are more attracted by the things that hurt the most, like moths craving for light. And she was so human sometimes.

She felt Hisoka turn to hug her and turned off the screen immediately so he couldn’t see the name of the one sending her so many messages. Knowing her face was enough. For as much as Machi didn’t want to answer the girl, she didn’t wish her badly either.

“You said you would give me anything I wanted as payment,” she stated coldly.

He hummed as an answer, nuzzling his nose on the crook of her neck.

“Leave the girl alone,” she went straight to the point. “And 1 million, you were a real headache last night.”

“Is she important to you?” he whispered in her ear, making her shiver.

“Does it matter to you now? If it does I’m ready to negotiate you leaving Chrollo alone as well.”

She felt his lips curving upward against her skin.

“She’s not important to you. You were only using the poor girl to try to forget me,” he said like the jerk he was, and she nudged him. Lightly. She didn’t want to stitch him for the third time. “You’re so mean, Machi...”

“Shut up,” her hand covered his mouth on her back. Then she turned to him, replacing her hand with her lips in a quick kiss. “Just leave her alone, you owe me this.”

“Will you be my lover again?” he pushed her fringe back, then traced her face with his fingers as if it was something fragile. Precious. Eyes with a mix of malice and vulnerability framed by his skin still reddened and swollen. But it didn’t matter.

She couldn’t take her eyes away from his.

“I was never your lover, and I’ll never be.”

She was a fact.

For better or worse, they were a fact.

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~♡Perfect Little Family ♤~ Hisomachi

Pic by me♡ credit to @itsmyara for the little Hisomachi icon🃏🧵 ⚠️⚠️ 15+⚠️⚠️ because of mature content💮 read at your own risk

YOU MUST READ THIS before reading this fanfic!! ➡️➡️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Again the post above is a MUST READ if you wanna understand the story 😭🃏🧵💖✨

Chapter 1: ~Machi's unfortunate surprise~🧵🃏

{A/N Forgive me for the OOC, AU, and cringe!😫🎐}

[Machi Komacine is a 23 year old woman who's apart of the Phantom Troupe. a group of thieves and murders but to her they were like family. well all except one... Hisoka Morow replacement number 4 he had joined the Troupe 4 years ago and him and Machi became...... teammates to say the least she didn't really like him but over time developed feelings for the stupid clown but she'd never say it. of course he had feelings for her too and told her all the time. but she always just took what he said with a grain of salt not sure if he's lying or not but regardless things were about to change.

April 10th the troup was all together celebrating a big heist they just pulled off. so they decided to have a party✨ most of them got drunk but not Machi nor Hisoka. although something did go down between them that night Machi blamed it on "I was drunk" she'd always lie or blame it on something she'd never amit to it. a few days later Machi noticed something... Different...but didn't say anything. a 1 week later some of the Troupe decided to move to the next city but they ALL agreed to meet up again in a month. they wanted to hangout more. (Look idk I just need a excuse 😭) when they got to the new hideout Machi had to know. and so that night she found out...she was pregnant.... she didn't tell anyone but she was having a heart attack she had no idea what to do....this made her feel weak. she let her gard down what was she to do?...but before anything. she'd wait till he arrived... The father of this baby.. now as I said before not all the Troupe came with Machi the only people at the hideout right now were Chrollo, Pakunoda, Shalnark, Shizuku, Kortopi & Machi. they were still waiting for the other members one of them being the father of this kid. and so a few days past and now everyone was there. everyone except Hisoka. now normally Machi wouldn't care if he showed up or not but this was different they needed to talk.... two MORE days later and the clown finally decided to show up. although Hisoka was only planning to stay a few days maybe a week that was about to change once Machi starts talking. Chrollo exampled that he'd be staying in this city for a few months because he was a bit tired of moving and he added that any other member of the troupe could stay with him and that was all.]

Hisoka: Hi Machi~

Machi: Hi...or whatever...

Hisoka: so how are you doing?~

Machi: what do you care!

Hisoka: oh my dear Machi I care because your my friend, Teammate, Fellow spider and maybe something more someday~

Machi: S..Shut up! we're teammates that's it!

Hisoka: oh ok...~ -_-...so how are you?...

Machi: ....[She really didn't wanna say but... he was the father... she had to...]

Machi: not great....

Hisoka: oh my what's wrong dear~?

Machi: ... nothing....

Hisoka: oh stop lying and tell me. my dear~

Machi: ... I'll tell you later...

Hisoka: oh ok~...but don't think I'll forget~

Machi: yeah whatever..//.....

-To Be Continued- 🧵🃏

....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†....†..[END of this chapter]🌙✨☁️☀️ A/N I hope you enjoyed I'll write part two soon🧵🃏🌸 anyway thanks for reading!!☺️ I know it sucked🍭 if you have anything you'd like to say/question's let me know 💙 again this is a AU✨🌹 and OOC!😫🙏,

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~♤♡| Perfect Little Family |♢♧~ Fanfic

{~•°Hi so uhh I'm not really sure what to call this but I kinda made this for myself but I thought I'd post it so... yeah sorry I know this is 😫VERY OOC😫 anyway I this takes place before Uvogin dies, so idk this is a AU✨🃏🧵 Also this is just a AU to make me happy and try to help with my depression 💙 if you don't like it please just DON'T read🌹 be respectful pls🥺🙏 ok so Hisoka hasn't quit the phantom troupe yet and at least in THIS Fanfiction he won't..."why?" well because dear reader I CAN'T handle anymore angst 😭🙏 please forgive Me😫 but for THIS story Chrollo/The Phantom Troupe's relationship with Machi is like family so Chrollo and her are like family ok I just don't know how to write multiship Fanfictions anyway I don't know what timeline this takes place in so I'm just going make it a AU so I don't have to deal with questions 🌙✨ but anyway this is just a cheesey, cringe, stupid, Fluff Fanfiction about the Hisomachi family 🌸🧵🃏💖 and I know Hisoka is a pedo but let's just try to forget about that for this story cuz...I don't think he'd be a pedo to his own kid😅 and a few of these ideas/chapters have been inspired by my REAL life and movies🍡 ok enjoy and I know very OOC🌙 please don't hate me😭 try to forgive 🦋 oh and this is a multi chapter fanfic°•~} also seems like y'all wanna read this 💗

Read the first chapter HERE ➡️➡️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️ please don't hate me

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Ok question 🃏🧵

Do y'all wanna see my HxH AU "Prefect family"? It's a Hisomachi Fanfiction and I'm Also drawing art for it🃏🧵🌸♠️

it's about Pregnant Machi and a whole lot of other stuff ☠️💮💖

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🍭♡Sucker♡🍭 Hisomachi Oneshot ♠️

{~A Hisomachi Oneshot (In case you didn't know sometimes lollipops are referred to as "suckers" I'm using it (*the word Sucker*) in the sense of both lollipop and when you call someone a "sucker" basically saying that they're stupid or have been sucked in to something)🌸💖🃏🧵♠️ enjoy 🍭~}

(*Hisoka was walking around the phantom troupe hideout (*idk*) when he came across Machi she was licking something but what?*)

Hisoka: Hi Machi~♡

Machi: what do you want? (*clearly annoyed*)

Hisoka: I was wondering what you were eating^^~♢

Machi: nothing really... Shalnark gave me a few of these Suckers..why do you care!? (*still annoyed*)

[Also I made Shalnark give them out cuz that seems like something he'd do lol🍭💖]

Hisoka: oh I was just curious~♡

[As Hisoka looked at Machi he started to think... That SHE was in a way a sucker...(*It's about to get REALLY cringe so just a warning 😭👁️👁️*) Her pink hair as pink as the suckers. her blue eyes as appetizing as the sweet teste of the suckers. her personality in a way is similar. unlike other candy (*women*) that you could just eat fastly (*win over*) she was a slow thing you can't just eat a sucker he'd have to work at it lick it even if you get tired the sucker won't just let you eat it. to win you have to lick and lick and lick it's a battle and his gonna win✨🃏]

Machi: well I don't care..(*lifts her hand up a few suckers in it*)...

Hisoka: huh?~♢

Machi: want one?...(*blushs and looks away*) it doesn't matter to me!!! I was just wondering...

Hisoka: I'd love one~♡ (*Hisoka Smiles*)

[and so he took a lick of the sucker and his sucker girl💖]

(*Machi whispered under her breath*)

Machi: Sucker....(*blushs*)...///

(*Hisoka didn't care he'd win the war. the war of her Heart 🧵💖🃏*) ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ Omg that was so damn cringe!!!😫🙏 forgive me 🍭💖✨🌸 I did kinda like the idea though 🌹♠️

Thanks for reading🧵🃏🌸🌹♠️

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♠️🌸💖Queen of the Circus💖🌸♠️ Hisomachi Fanfiction🌹🌙💮

~| This is a Hisomachi oneshot (This is NOT cannon but this DOES include some cannon things if you wanna know what's cannon and not go look it up or ask me 🥰🌸💖🎐🍡✨💮 PS I know this story's really cheesy dumb and wholesome it's only cuz their kids when their older it's a completely different story lol🌹💘🌙🦋) [PG-13 ✨Backstory AU✨ again not really cannon ok enjoy💖🌹🎐🌸]

______________________________________________________________Machi POV: I was out on my nightly walk when I heard there was a circus in town (city it's meteor city) so me being the interested, little, 9 year old, girl I was. I decided to go take a SMALL look so no one would see me.

(She then hid behind a old car and watched the show. as much as she wanted to go home and sleep because she's a LITTLE kid she didn't she was hooked it was so Interesting to her🌹 the show was almost over the last act was on! it was a...... red haired little boy!?)

Machi POV: oh a little boy what can he do?

(The boy then performed a lot of AMAZING magic tricks)

[Ok I actually don't know what kinda stuff he could do back then so let's just say magic for fun ok?😅💖🌸] {PS it looks like this art NOT mine ⬇️⬇️💖🌸🌹}

(After the show little Machi was tired because it was 11:00pm that was late for her and her friends might get suspicious so she decided to take the short cut home)

[BTW her "Friends" is the phantom troupe they just did call themselves that yet]

(The short cut led her behind the tent/caravan or whatever the circus was performing/traveling in. she was doing good on her way till she saw something...)

Machi POV: huh oh it's that boy.... I'll just sneak past him..oh a apple yum I'm hungry....==.... maybe I'll steal his another apple....

(She saw the boy with red hair sitting in the back looking at the stars eating a apple there was one more apple beside him and she was gonna steal it because she was hungry. she sneaked up and hid behind some trash she was about to grab it when she heard a voice)

Boy: hey do you want this apple?

Machi: ahhhh!!!! w...w...who are you!?!

Boy: my name is Hisoka^^ what's yours?

Machi: m...m..Machi...

Hisoka: so do you want this apple?

Machi: uhhh......I...I..(she never took things that were offered to her she felt it was a sign of weakness but this time was different)

Machi: oh ok sure (*grabs and sits down next to him*)

Hisoka: Machi was it? nice to meet you^^ (*she just looks at him*)

Hisoka: so how old are you?

Machi: I'm 9 you?

Hisoka: ohh nice I'm 12^^.... so did you like my show? I saw you in the back behind the car^^

Machi: oh uhh.. (she thought she was hiding good and no one saw her)

Machi: yeah you're impressive...

Hisoka: your not to friendly are you? it's not your fault though you don't know how to be~

Machi: Hey don't jump to conclusions!! (he was right though)

Hisoka: oh sorry...I just don't get the chance to meet people...

Machi: I... it's ok...I really liked your tricks..///(*she was embarrassed*)

Hisoka: really thanks!!^^✨

Machi: no prob..///

Hisoka: Hey wanna be friends?^^

Machi: uhh...ok sure==////...

Hisoka: ohhh thank you!!^^~

Machi: but wait don't you live in this traveling circus you'll just have to move again besides I never really had a friend before....///

(the troupe is like family not friends)

Hisoka: well true but we'll be in town for two more days and we'll come back!^^ don't worry meteor city is one of our top places to visit~

Machi: I wasn't worried!!/// and ok we'll be friends.... I guess...

(*they ended up talking for awhile about all kinds of stuff*)

Machi: oh heck it's 1:00am!!! I gotta go!!

Hisoka: oh uhh ok..hey can you come back here tomorrow at 10:00?Machi: ok I will...bye... Hisoka..///

Hisoka POV: she said my name!^^~///

(and just like that Machi ran home as fast as she could. but little did she know he was forming a crush on the beautiful pink haired girl he just met and even she Machi Komacine was forming a small crush on the clown boy she just met although she'd never say it)

{Art NOT mine ☁️}

{|♠️🌸🌹TIME SKIP🌹🌸♠️|} ××× Tomorrow Morning ×××

Feitan: hey Machi wake up..

(*Sleepy Machi raisins her tired hard of her ripped up pillow*)

Machi: huh...Oh Fei hi what's up...==..

Feitan: Where were you? you were gone all night...what were you up to?

Phinks: yeah what were you doing?

Machi: uhh I....uhh......///..

(*she didn't want to say she spent the night with a clown boy she met From the circus it was embarrassing*)

Chrollo: come on guys don't push her she'll tell us when she's ready^^

Machi: thanks Chrollo///

Chrollo: no problem^^

[×× Later that night ××]

Machi: ok I'm off on my walk bye.

Pakunoda: bye Machi^^💖

(*Little Machi ran to the Circus and watched the show till the end*)

Hisoka: Oh Machi!!~^^//

Machi: hi clown boy

Hisoka: clown boy....////Cute I like it~^^ oh I got you something!

Machi: huh what is it?/// (*Hisoka hands her a caramel apple*)

{🎐Just a cute drawing NOT mine 🎐}

Hisoka: it's a caramel apple^^ I've been saving it since I was in the last town but I wanna give it to you^^~

(*Her eyes lit up like they never have before as she held the apple she said Something she DID NOT say often in the happiest tone*)

Machi: Thank You it's so beautiful I've heard about them but I've never actually seen one thank you!!^^💖 (*but honestly she's still a child*)

(*They spent the rest of the night talking eating and having fun*)

Machi: oh it's getting late a gotta go!

Hisoka: ok take care dear Machi^^~

Machi: ok I will (*then she stopped walking and froze*) tomorrow is your last day here isn't it?///....

Hisoka: uhhh yeah it is....but we'll come back!💖

Machi: ok see you tomorrow I wanna show you my favorite spot's!^^

Hisoka: ok I'm excited to see them^^~

{|♠️🌸🌹TIME SKIP🌹🌸♠️|} ××× Tomorrow Afternoon ×××

(*Machi was heading out on her walk early because she wanted to show Hisoka her favorite spot's to play hang out and look at she doesn't have belongs so showing him her favorite places is her way of thanking him for the yummy caramel apple*)

Shalnark: Machi where are you going?^^

Machi: uhhh no where.......///...///

Chrollo: uhh Machi I need you to help me do some stuff sorry^^

Machi: oh uhh ok no prob^^

(*Btw by "STUFF" he means VHS stuff you know. read the manga^^*)

(She helped Chrollo but it took longer then she expected it was now 11:00 she was LATE even though she knew she couldn't show him her spots she could at least see him one last time. after a lot of running she got there and saw him standing in the back where she first met him it made her sad to think this was.....the end)

Hisoka: huh? oh Machi!!!💖 I thought you weren't coming!?^^~

Machi: yeah I was busy....///.....sorry..

Hisoka: it's ok I just appreciate you coming at all everyone always thinks I'm just a freak like a toy or something...

Machi: well....I don't think you're a freak infact I think you're really cool!

(*These words made Hisoka smile a small but beautiful smile*)

Machi: so tonight is it you'll be gone tomorrow...

Hisoka: yeah but and even if it takes YEAR'S I'll come back to you!^^

(*Machi blushed and sat beside him*)

Machi: t.. thank you...///...sorry I couldn't show you my spot's..///

Hisoka: aww it's ok maybe next time^^~

Machi: yeah...so what time do you leave?

Hisoka: uhhh 8:00am

Machi: ok wait for me I'll come tell you goodbye!

Hisoka: aww it's ok you don't have to do th-

Machi: No I'm gonna do it!

(Machi had never been wanted before everyone left her she was alone)

[Not the troupe they're family]

Hisoka: well ok then^^~

{|♠️🌸🌹TIME SKIP🌹🌸♠️|} ××× Tomorrow Early Morning ×××

(*Machi was woken up by Pakunoda*)

Machi: huh... what's wrong Paku?==

Pakunoda: well you were crying in your sleep are you ok?

(*Machi just realized she was crying she wasn't sad but tears fell from her eyes then she remembered her dream it was about her Mother she didn't wanna remember anymore besides she had to go say goodbye)

Machi: oh yeah I'm fine thanks Paku^^

Pakunoda: well if you're sure...

(*then Machi looked at the time 7:30am*)

Machi POV: oh no I'm gonna be late!! all I want is to say goodbye!(*Machi got up and ran as fast as she could she ran faster and faster and finally she saw the caravan leaving she looked around but didn't see him then she looked to her left and saw him sitting looking at the rising sun and for the first time in her life she felt this feeling like her heart was being squeezed*)

Hisoka: oh Mac-(*he was cut off by her hugging him*)

Machi: Bye clown boy^^

Hisoka: bye little Machi I can't wait to see you again^^

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[And as they parted ways they both found something they never felt Love and it was a beautiful and sad thing but they had hope even if they had NO idea that they and feelings for one another. but the question is would they meet again?🌹♠️🌸]

{If y'all like this I'll continue the story!💖☺️ actually I'm gonna anyway because I have plans!!✨🎐 anyway if you have any questions let me know no hate please!🥰💮 ok bye bye I hope you continue reading my cheesing story's 😅🌙🌹till we meet again!🌸}

Thank you💖💜♠️