violet, blue, green, red | hisoka x chrollo x illumi x fem!reader | 18+

nine

Hisoka couldn't hide the infatuation he had with Chrollo, and It'd been plaguing his mind - or what was left of it. And, even though he hadn't spoken directly to Chrollo those few nights ago, his presence still lingered. He was getting annoyed, too annoyed to pay attention to your fight on the television. He hasn't truly been himself these last few days, but somehow when he looks at Illumi, all of his worries seem to fade into static. 

"Humor me a moment, my love." His voice, smoother than silk cuts through the white noise, drawing Illumi's attention from the TV. Illumi is happy to avert his attention for a moment, eyes peeking over the back of the chair as he turns. 

"What's wrong?"

"Chrollo Lucilfer, you don't think he'd let Y/N join the Troupe do you?" Hisoka looks back to the screen coincidentally as you knock your partner with a clean-hit, but not without a few scratches and breaks. He has to hold back a proud gaze - his attention pulls directly back to Illumi. 

"I think she's as capable as you or I. Though, you know how Chrollo likes recruiting new people." Silently, he beckons Hisoka closer, purring like a kitten when he feels the magician close in - long fingers trailing over Illumi's high cheekbones. "Why do you want her to join?" 

"Experience, danger... call it what you may." Hisoka murmurs, eyes downcast as he runs his thumb over Illumi's bottom lip. "Chrollo's all-around an important person to know, isn't he? Quite nice to look at, as well. When he's not looking at you." 

"He's not as important or pretty as I am, right?" Illumi furrows his eyebrows, keeping that unsettling, blood-thirsty eye contact they both found normal. An unnatural show of power and insecurity Illumi held within Hisoka - a dangerous melody, the eventual death of them. But, Illumi's nen sings in Hisoka's skull, he can feel the pure power Hisoka emitted so easily - carrying it in his fragile whims seemed unbalanced. 

"Of course not." Hisoka leans down, thin lips kissing over Illumi's eyelids then down to his lips. He's too pulled into the moment unwillingly that he doesn't even notice the announcer call your name as the winner, and the crowds unbelieving but respecting roar. Hisoka should really go down and be the first person who collects you after your fight like he always did, but this chain Illumi had tightened around his neck was impossible to escape. Instead, he gets lost in Illumi's lips, the thoughts once plaguing his mind suddenly lifted as that familiar feeling of love lust settled over him. 

Minutes fade into each other before you're stumbling back into the room, letting the door shut before collapsing against it. 

You were exhausted mentally and physically after your match with a floor master, easily one of your most draining matches to date. You were used to the riveting physical pain that came with everything and was used to it, mostly, but not having that constant of Hisoka being there immediately after a fight, arms ready for you to recollect yourself in, was painful. 

Both men turn to you as you walk into the room, eyes stoic for the most part. Illumi merely continued to run his brush through his hair as he readied himself for the night and Hisoka closed his book with an eerie quickness before he's kneeled down in front of you. 

"Where the fuck were you?" You heave out, hating how comforted you felt just from his closeness. 

Hisoka feels an unnatural itch to look back to Illumi, something that you notice immediately. You think that hurts more than the severed bone in your arm. 

"I got caught up. Rest assured I saw everything through the cameras - I am very proud, can you feel it?" Hisoka takes your hand, hovering it over his chest. It's true, you can feel his aura swell and beat for you just like before. It makes you feel better, knowing you truly weren't alone - no matter how odd and out of touch Hisoka had acted during these weeks. "Go lay down so I can see your injuries."