Twisted Perfection | Hisoka x Reader x Illumi

𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈: 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍, 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑩𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

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The sound of hearty laughter filled the empty rooftop, replacing the once gloomy, melancholic atmosphere to tickling ebullience at present. It was as if every grain, every freckle, every atom of her desolating heartache was vanquished. What seemed like an hour felt like minutes , even seconds at most. She never wanted this feeling to end. Just an unalloyed sense of exhilaration.. and security. She felt invulnerable, sheltered from everything that's been chaining her down the depths of a boundless void of heavy, oppressive darkness.

But most importantly.. she felt listened to. She felt understood. It made her feel stupid for even thinking that she was alone in this.

"Oh gosh, I never thought you'd be able to do such a thing." She laughed, rubbing her stomach as it started to ache.

The magician chuckled, "It was so out of character for me." He replied, putting his 3rd can down.

Y/n's laughter slowly died down as she cleared her throat, "Sorry, It's been so long since I laughed like that." She chuckled, scratching her cheek as embarrassment started to trickle down her senses from how loud she must've been.

Hisoka raised a brow at her, "Why are you apologizing, my love?" He asked, completely bewildered as the grin he had from their laughing session never left his features.

"Ah— it's.. been a habit, really." She shrugged, facing his direction. Was it that of out the ordinary to apologize for everything when one has done something that they think might upset someone? For some reason now that he questioned it, she felt insane that she's done that; apologizing for being loud and genuinely happy. For all she knew, too much was a sin, and sinning would result in punishment, be it a tight grip on one's leg, hand or arm, or even a night of torturous hell. Maybe she's been too used to walking on egg shells that it's become a part of her lifestyle now.

Hisoka looked at the view below them as he put his arms around his raised leg and locked his hands, supporting his weight as he leaned backwards. "Hmm~" He hummed, gathering his thoughts to find the right words. "You shouldn't be apologizing whenever you're happy. I quite enjoy the sound of your laughter, darling. It's so rare that it's such a sight to see you glowing~ ♡"

There it was again.. the same churning of her stomach as she felt the pulsating jolts of electricity that shoots through her nerves and senses. He never failed to make her feel these bizarre sensations with even just the words that roll out of his tongue. Even though she felt numb to the touch, she can still perceive the excitement that showered her anatomy.

Her eyes were uncontrollably fixed on his prepossessing side profile, she wanted to rid her line of vision of his existence, but it was as if she was magnetized, frozen in place. She watched as his vibrantly hued hair was softly blown by the gelid breeze that passed through, how his piercing, sultry gaze reflected the gleaming lights of the busy streets in his line of vision, how his soft, lustrous lips bring forth to the female a strong desire for mind-numbing sensual state of intoxication. "You' re so beautiful.." She softly stated in a low tone, unknowingly voicing her thoughts out loud.

For the male, however, all he heard was an obscure murmur due to the wind. "Hmm~?" He hummed, shifting his gaze towards her.

An unanticipated thought overwhelmed the hazy mental faculties in her head as she stared at him. Lifting her legs that were dangling from the edge, she turned her body to his direction and crawled towards him until she was in close proximity to his own; kneeling in front of his side. Her actions made the male's eyes widen as his body stiffened, completely taken aback by her sudden courage of closing the gap between their bodies. Lifting her numb arms that almost feels like jello, she cupped his cheeks with her hands. She just had to see him without them. In her mind, she wanted the spectacle of his clear, supple, snowy skin without those painted trademarks.