𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Reader annoys Hisoka when he's upset

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author: LazyPerfectionist (on ao3)

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Rainy days were meant for curling up by a fire, or maybe under a ton of blankets in bed like you were now, and indulging in a good book. You had an assortment of classic literature and even a couple of books of poems to indulge in, but today you were in the mood for some lighter reading, and were devouring the latest volume of a comic book.

Quiet days like this were rare for you given that you had very few weekends off between your two jobs, and especially since you had recently gotten involved with a certain magician. You hadn't seen him in a couple of days but you were unbothered, assuming he was off doing whatever he did between visits to you. Maybe fighting someone. Maybe losing. Maybe telling a poor, new, unfortunate acquaintance about his special ability having the properties of both rubber and gum. Maybe actually chewing Bungee Gum, who knew.

He was a 'go as the wind blows' type of person, and being someone who regularly kept to yourself and took things easy, this was alright with you.

Any minute now, he could burst through your front door, in true Hisoka Morow fashion, and disturb your peace in that swaggering, extravagant way of his, and you were completely prepared for that; in fact you expected it.

Which is why when you heard him slip in quietly, neglecting to call your name out in an excessively loud and seductive announcement of his arrival as usual, you were a bit concerned.

But maybe this was a ploy to get some attention, and once you fell for it, you'd be in his clutches, and he'd wrap all his limbs around you like the annoying jellyfish he could be and never let you go.

You wouldn't fall for it.

You kept your eyes buried in your comic book, not bothering to venture outside. Time elapsed, and you heard nothing from the outside, not even a loud, dramatic sigh as he would sometimes let out when he felt like you weren't giving him enough attention. Nothing.

A minute passed, then five, then ten minutes.

Something was horribly wrong. Hisoka could not be quiet for ten whole minutes.

You closed your book, and bounded out of bed, taking a smaller blanket with you and wrapping it over your head like a cloak.

"Hisoka?"

From the doorway of your bedroom, you could see him seated in front of a house of cards he was building. It was impressively large, you noted, but his face was turned to the building and not to you.

He placed another card gently and precisely, and you approached him. He couldn't be so focused that he didn't hear you, right? Hisoka had hearing as good as an owl and couldn't possibly stay focused enough on one thing enough to miss environmental cues. He was clearly ignoring you on purpose.

"Hisoka!" You said, his name louder, then upset at his continued focus on his house of cards, you marched over to him and tapped him on his shoulder.

Still ignored. That house of cards was his priority, not you.

Somehow this lit a flame deep inside your very core. Hisoka, of all people? Ignoring you? After all the times, he'd come here and distracted you while you were working, cooking, or sleeping? This man even moaned for your attention when you were trying to take a decent shit.

This was unacceptable.

"HISOKA!!" You yelled, now poking and prodding him from every direction. He was immovable like a statue unless he was placing another card, no matter how much you pulled at his arm, or blew in his ear or jabbed at his firm belly. You even got in front of him and patted on his cheeks to no avail. All he did was look through you until you eventually moved out of his way and he went back to work.

This was starting to get really irritating. Unfortunately for him, you could be very annoying when you wanted to. Sorry to this clown.

"Hisoka~~~~~! Pay attention to me~~~~" You found yourself whining, pulling at his arm at the elbow hard enough that you slipped on the carpeted floor onto your back and into the table where he was wordlessly focusing on his house of cards.

And when the table shook and his structure fell apart into a scattered heap of cards on the table, that's when you knew you had messed up.

In seconds, you were pinned onto the ground in the same position you had fallen in, with no hopes to get back up. Hisoka's hands held both of your wrists tightly, and you could see actual rage in his narrowed, amber eyes.

"You have my attention now, ___. Are you sure you still want it, love?" He half-whispered, half-growled, lowering himself onto you so that he could communicate his threat directly into your ear.

Instead of cowering in fear as he probably expected, and fully ignoring the chill that ran down your spine, you turned and pecked him softly on the cheek.

"I missed you," you said.

Disarmed, he let go of your wrists. Now he knelt before you, looking dumbfounded, as if he had been shocked out of his daze by your bold action. You slowly pulled up from below him to a kneeling position as well, and wrapped your arms around him.

"I don't know what happened while you were gone, and it's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but I hope you feel better soon," you said in as sweet and as understanding of a voice you could muster.

With that, you nestled in his chest, noting how tense he was as he remained frozen in place.

It took a few moments, but to your joy, his body relaxed, and his arms wrapped around yours too. Maybe due to the absurdity of the situation combined with the realization that he had come so close to killing you for being so silly, he broke out into the musical laughter you'd come to know and love.