Three pieces I still had in my word doc that I didn’t make into longer pieces! Enjoy the Hisoka, Razor and Uvogin content :D
“Sir. Sir. Please step back behind the counter.” You urged, hoping the magician would respect your personal space even a little.”Just because you’re on the two-hundredth floor doesn’t mean you get to enter employee-only rooms.”
“Always the ‘sir’, aren’t we more than that?”
“I schedule your fights, nothing more.” You tried to stand up, only for his hand to slowly but forcefully push your shoulders back down until you sat again. His expression was amicable, but you’d seen him kill with just as big of a smile, knowing not to trust it. “Now can you please-”
“And schedule them you do so well!” He sat on your desk, his heels leaning on the sides of your chair, leaving you no place to move. “I heard it was your idea to match me to that one with the burning whips. Is that true?”
“Yes... I think that’s the one. I rarely remember the names.” His eyes widened a bit. “But I haven’t forgotten yours, y/n. It’s a gift for a job well-done.”
Ignoring the fact you literally wore an id-card, you exhaled sharply, looking as righteously pissed off you could be. “I do choose the match-ups when combatants don’t enter a preference, and I’m glad you’ve enjoyed my choices, but you’re overstepping some boundaries here.”
“You’re awfully uptight, y/n.” He drawled, pinching your cheek in an awfully infantilizing way. “If you’d just listen to me a bit, you’d realize I’m just here with an offer.”
“If you’d arranged a fight for me with a certain floor master,” He started, his eyes flashing with something akin to excitement and his breathing slightly shaky. “I’d definitely make it worth your while.”
The bottle spun and spun, the cap pointing tauntingly at everyone in the circle.
When the bottle had landed on you, your first reaction was to stand up and run out, not willing to look any of your fellow inmates in the eyes. You’d just sat down on a whim, not really realizing the bottle could point to you as well.
Did you want to make-out with some random person, a colleague even? There were only a few you recognized in the circle, the pirates of Greed Island looking at you with hidden enthusiasm and anxiety, all awaiting the verdict of the bottle.
They were probably thinking of what they would do if the bottle landed on them, whether they would accept kissing you or if they’d make a scene.
The bottle stopped, and you saw it pointed at a girl you’d seen at the liquor cabinet earlier in the evening. You breathed out in relief, knowing some kiss with a girl who seemed nice would be way less confrontational and embarrassing than with some of the others at the circle.
Before you could even say something over the cheering and hollering, Razor did something rather unexpected.
He leaned forward, grabbed the bottle, and pointed it toward himself.
You didn’t really know what to do, having already stood up and moved toward the initial girl. The rest of the pirates quieted down, not wanting to make a scene with their boss, not really finding enforcing the rules of this game worth the punishment of going against Razor.
You didn’t have to do much, just a peck would be fine, right?
Walking toward the game master, you slowly bowed down so you were at his level and placed a peck on his lips, already finding this to be way too intense. Razor had different plans, immediately curling his fingers around your neck, and deepened the kiss, forcing a yelp out of you as he slowly let his tongue go over your lips, silently asking for entrance.
You didn’t give in, and eventually, he let go, still smiling encouragingly as you stepped back, as embarrassed as you could be.
He stood up and addressed the silent onlookers.
“Now, now. A game like this is unbecoming of the lot of you. You all have training tomorrow remember?” With a final smirk your way he turned around. “I expect you all to retreat to your quarters within the hour.”
“If you could cut my skin with that knife,” Uvo grumbled as you finally finished up one side, mere specs of shaving cream remaining on the left side of his face, his sideburns untouched as per his request. “You would’ve cut me about six times by now, I think.”
“No way.” You started the other side, your tongue slightly sticking out of the side of your mouth in concentration. You slowly moved the blade over the easiest part, the scruff he’d been growing easily shaving off. “At least nine times.”
“Aha, so you admit you suck at this?”
“C’mon, I’ve never used a knife like this one to do this.” You moved the blade again, another line of shaving cream pushed off. Uvo kept his face still but you could see he was unimpressed. You washed off the cream in the sink. “If you’d let me use my razor, I would’ve been done already.”
“If you’d just let me do it myself, we’d also be done already.” He replied, though you could see he didn’t really mean it. The moment you’d uttered the request to help him shave his face, he’d already sat down on the floor, instructing you on how to do it.
You scraped the last parts above his lip very slowly and carefully, though you knew the knife wouldn’t be able to pierce any part of him. You put the razor in the sink and grabbed a towel to dry off his face, during which you were pulled forward into a sloppy kiss.
When he pulled away, he raised his eyebrows. “And? Better?”
You placed another kiss on his lips, his skin way softer than before. “Better.”
