Who's the Father?

The Mysterious Magician from the Unknown

A few weeks after you and Sebastian separated, you found yourself walking down a dark alleyway to find yourself being attacked by two grown men wanting more than just your money.

You screamed for help right as they both suddenly fell forward dead with cards sticking out from their backs.

Huh?

You looked forward and found yourself a tall and weird looking man with a dark shadow masking his features, Only making him a dark silhouette. You were scared that he was going to have a way with you as well as he approached you so you let out another scream.

"Shh, it's alright," he soothed. "You're safe now."

Was that a French accent you just heard from him?

Before you could finish that thought, you felt his strong arms wrap around you as he lifted you up from the ground. You didn't get a good look at him until he stepped out of the alleyway with you in his hold. You just about shit your pants at his beauty.

'Yep, he is definitely French alright,' you thought. Despite his odd face paint of a star and teardrop on his face, That porcelain skin,  chiseled jawline, sharp golden eyes, and the most beautiful red hair you had ever seen made yourself already falling for yet, another relationship again.

He offered to carry you all the way to your house which you gladly accepted. He carried you inside and set you down on the couch. You happily thanked him for saving you.

However, all he did was nod with a wide smirk and a very European "Hmm," and then he got up and left. You sat on your sofa dumbfounded.

Although he saved you and brought you home, something did creep you out about him on how he barely said a word to you and just left without even saying goodbye. Plus, as much as he was a gorgeous man, you couldn't help but think about the strange card symbol top combined with sweatpants, high heels, and face paint he had on.

He was a mysterious man, but you just decided to carry on with your day and pretend like nothing happened. It wasn't until the next morning, you woke up to the sound of someone knocking on your door.

Sure enough, it was the mysterious jester man you saw yesterday, but he came with flowers for you and finally gave you his name, Hisoka Morrow. You being the nice person you were had let him in.

He was so tall and muscular, you could tell that he definitely went to the gym quite often. You two had a nice conversation in your living room.

However, he never spoke about his past or where he was from. All he told you was that he was a magician and a pro hunter. He showed you a few card tricks and told you about his bungee gum. As much as he was weird and creepy, you loved being with him.

He started coming over everyday, and each day he did, the more comfortable and the creepier he got with you.

He would pull you in for super heavy makeouts at the most random times, was very touchy, and would make nonstop suggestive comments towards you.

Although as much as he sometimes scared you, you knew that he was just doing it all to tease you.

One thing for sure, he was never afraid of the idea of being thrown out of your house.

"Hey Hisoka, can you get some groceries while I'm at work," you asked one afternoon. "Sure, baby girl. What do you need?"

"Well let's see, tampons-" you then just realized that what you said was a terrible, terrible mistake. You could feel his smirk coming all the way from the living room as he got up and began coming towards you.

"Really dear," he asked while coming up behind you. "Get away from me," you said as you threw a pillow at him.

"Is it that time of month," he would then continue on with the widest and creepiest smirk you had ever seen. "What's your size?"

"PERVERT," you yelled.

You then realized you had an untouched box of tampons under the sink that you had never used before. And it also wasn't even that time of month yet.

However, as weird as he was, he really was a sweetheart deep down and you loved him as much as he loved you.

After a long day, you two would spoon each other in a cuddle on a couch, he would talk to you softly, stroking your hair while kissing the back of your neck and gently swaying you. His number one priority was to make you feel loved and he knew that you loved the feeling of being embraced by his large, towering figure and how much it made you feel safe.

He would show you magic tricks which always impressed you, had a lot of ice cream dates together, and would take you to the boardwalk carnivals and win all of the stuffed animal prizes. You two were a very odd but cute couple indeed.

As you already know from the crazy-ass fandom, Hisoka gets so turned on being around being the French boy he is.

Oui oui.

Yet, you always turn him down because you had just gotten out of two relationships and it just didn't feel right just yet. One night however you felt that you were finally ready and approached him in the living room.

"Are you now," he said after you told him late one night as he was sitting on the couch. His golden eyes narrowed into a wide smirk as he motioned you to come over with one hand and patted his lap with the other.
Oh, he just couldn't wait to have his way with you.

"Uh-uh-uh," you said with a cheeky grin. "Bedroom." 

"Okay," he said. With that, he picked you up, carried you to the bedroom and practically tossed you on the bed and... let's just say you two used bungee gum for a very interesting purpose.

About a week later, he greeted you one afternoon to tell you that he had to leave. You were confused. He told you that he had to leave to go fight someone and that he didn't know when he would return.

You begged and pleaded for him not to go, but he didn't want to break your heart so he told you that it would be best if you had just separated completely from him. Your heart ached at his words, but you agreed. He pulled you into a tight hug with a long smooth kiss as you cried on his broad shoulder.

"It's okay, baby," he cooed. "I'll be okay, you just stay safe and find someone who's better than me." You nodded your head as he pulled you away at arms length to get one final good look at you before he departed.  You cried and cried at the shut door now that your favorite magician was now gone.