#Judal x reader

[sh1-n0bu]

Dear Judal/Judar, (From Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic),

Hello! How are you doing these days? I've heard from a source that you've been busy with your duties lately. It's not easy being a Magi, from what a little boy with blue hair told me.

Do you still take time to care for yourself, such as doing your makeup and hair? I remember it being really pretty the last time I saw it, though, my memory might not be the best. Years of working yourself as a slave in the slave trade does that for you, I suppose.

Right, the reason I'm writing this letter. Today is actually my last day of being a slave. I wish I could say that I'm finally being freed from my shackles from all these years, but that isn't the case.

Unfortunately, I will be killed tomorrow for the death of my master.

I'm writing this letter from my cell while waiting for the executioners to take me away, to the person I value the most. I still can't think of a reason why you helped me that day when I was attacked by those bandits. Perhaps it was for your own benefit, or you simply did it out of boredom. That seems like something you would do.

Or the occasional nights where you visited my barren room to accompany me. Those visits might've been small to you, but to me, they were more precious than any gold or gems I've seen. You made life feel like it was worth living a little longer in.

I may have only met you sparingly, but you've given me advice and wisdom that helped push me forward, to keep striving for what I wanted. Even if it was selfish.

In the end, all I truly wanted was you.

Sincerely, a friend.

I hope this letter finds its way to you, even after I pass.

𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙪’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚!

to: judar from magi

being a magi was, in all honesty, fucking boring. at least, to someone like judar.

he hated the constant bows and kneeling, the constant titles, names that are bestowed upon him. the duties of a magi, of having to choose a king so that one day, his chosen king would actually become a successful one rather than some pathetic excuse of a ruler. don’t even get him started on the annoying meetings, rituals, magoi training, diplomatic reasonings and travelings. ugh. at least he can run away from those boring, long, arduous meeting to have some fun in the gardens.

by fun, the arrogant magi meant slacking off as he bites into another random peach he stole from the kitchen on the way there. or even by running away from the castle’s depressing walls to see what was different on the outside world since the last time he visited. he could also hear some of those pathetic elder magicians cry out as they chase after him in a measly attempt to bring him back to his "duties" as they call it. duties, his ass. all the magi saw were bunch of papers, scrolls and more boring meetings with diplomats. he wanted to have some fun, y'know?!

it was during one of those usual running away from duty moment when he saw something that barely managed to pique his interest. a slave, judging by the chains keeping their feet together to not let them run away, but somehow protecting a kid as they face off against a bunch of hooligans looking to make names for themselves. judging by the lack of magoi fluttering around the adult slave, they weren't a magician, a dungeon capturer, a household vessel user nor even a fanalis. the slave was just some random human who was acting as a hero to protect the kid covering behind them.

judar should have left when the first punch landed and yet something compelled him to stay. to watch how the common, unlucky folk suffer while he goes on about his day and night like nothing is out of place within the safety and comfort of the palace walls. watch as how even when threatened with the most vile and terrifying actions imaginable against them, the human persists to keep a random child safe.

to intervene when the third punch landed.

the dark magi doesn’t know what compelled him to act out or to protect this random slave and a homeless child. they meant nothing to him, just some random poor folk that he saw. yet something felt weird. seeing how the unlucky get treated simply for being born unlucky caused him to stay and to protect them when they could provide him absolutely nothing. not even a fickle of entertainment. magis are the ones who have stayed at the top of the food chain since the beginning of time and will continue to do so. the magois and rukh of the world and people are at their disposal, ready to carry out their command at any given moment.

yet here judar was, protecting some two strangers whose rukhs barely flickered enough to cause some color. such fickle beings, such unlucky creatures and yet here he was… here he was reaching a hand out to help them on their feet, accompanied with a “are you two alright?”. what has gotten into him all of a sudden? whatever it was, it didn’t go away after saving their lives. no, it stayed and lingered on forcing him to do the same.

since there was nothing else to give the twisted magi some sort of entertainment at the time, he decided to continue to stay with the pair. and he continued to do so even at the following days when he no longer needed to save them. just his presence hovering around the pair was enough to shoo away any other assholes that wanted to cause them harm. and in a way, judar felt happy that no one was hurting them, at being their protecter in a sense.

everyday, judar would find himself running away from his duties at the kou castle to pay a visit to the slave he helped. the child had disappeared one day he returned and all the explanation he got was that the child had escaped. how? no one knows. but the adult who was left behind had an odd sense around them. their rukh was starting to dim and become more slower. were they sick? they didn’t look like it. but just in case they were indeed getting sick, he whispered a few health spells on them alongside a protection one before leaving.

each day judar comes to spend some time with the slave — while also using it as an excuse to run away from his magi work — he started to look forward to these little moments in his life. a peach from the castle one day, a fruit on the market square he saw on another day, a beautiful yet a simple looking ring one of the merchants were selling. each time he brings a little gift, the slave always bashfully denies it at first, saying that they were a slave and not a worker. each time judar made them accept his gifts.

judar will never confirm it out loud but he loved the little meetings he had with them. they were… nice. kind to him. not the bootlicking type of kind that he runs into everyday but the kind that is genuinely coming from the bottom of the heart and he felt that. judar enjoyed the little laughs the slave would make whenever he tells a joke or a funny story from the castle. the little dimple in their cheeks and the bright smiles. judar liked the look of awe on their face whenever he showed them a small trick — a little show of rukhs swarming at the tip of his wand or the icy flower he creates at random before tucking it behind their ear.

the prideful magi would never say it, but… he loved this person. this kind person who just gotten unlucky.

“i’ll get you out of here, alright? wait for me. i’ll come back tomorrow to set you free”

yet where were you? the rooms that you usually clean were being cleaned by another servant. when the servant in the room saw him, they dropped their towel to the floor in shock. but judar didn’t care if the servant was about to drop to their knees to honor his title or anything. he had no time for it.

“you didn’t knew, high magi? their master was killed and so, all the master’s slaves must be killed as well” the poor shaken up servant explains, handing him a letter as well. taking the letter, the magi wasted no time in ripping open the letter to read its content. judar was seeing red. he always had a certain amount of hate towards those who worked in the slave trades. he may be egotistical at times but judar still had feelings and emotions.

and right now, he was enraged.

“where? where did the executioners took them?” he asked frantically, almost sounding like a madman as he forces the poor servant to answer him. if his past self had looked at himself now, he would have laughed at the look on his face. maybe even mock himself for even daring to become this soft. but he didn’t care for that or how soft he had grown since meeting them. right now, he was just focused on finding them. and this time, he will hold his promise and set them free.

[cosmonavo]

Solitude

Tales about the mother of chaos

Landa is the (second) Magi of the Kou Empire, brought from Reim many years ago when she was nothing more than an innocent and naive child to what would become Al Thamen. The woman served primarily as a priestess and even worked in one of the organization's temples located in Parthevia 10 years ago when Al Thamen established itself in the country. That is, until the temple was destroyed by Sinbad, leading her and the rest of the organization to return to Kou. There, she had to live once again with the First Magi.

Landa had seen him before these events, but she didn't actually try to engage in a dialogue with Judal. However, the Magi tried to push her to the limit or provoke her capabilities as the "second Magi" something that yielded no results. After some time, Judal simply accepted her and began to live with her naturally. Judal has a sense of exclusivity, so for much of his youth, he felt compelled towards a one-sided competitiveness, which left him frustrated.

they are like:

Landa didn't mind doing the most important or the largest number of tasks, but she felt virtuously arrogant when she had some greater merit, something that infuriated Judal. Occasionally, she would find him to have tea in some secluded corner of the palace, where Judal would mainly complain but eventually talk about things that amused him throughout the day, generally involving carnage and misfortune, or comment on a conversation he had with the newly titled king of Sindria, Sinbad. Landa visited Sinbad in the company of Judal a few times, attentively paying attention to the Djinn user.

Landa is tremendously arrogant and has a grandiose ego, akin to the weight of the heavens on a mortal's shoulders. However, she does not express this directly, mainly adopting a passive-aggressive approach. This is only when she feels frustrated or unjustly treated; in general, she is a composed woman. Her egocentric behavior is mainly due to the time she spent with Gyokuen in Kou (a not exactly pleasant time).

Landa and Judal have a dynamic inspired mainly by the Kindred (yes, those from League of Legends), but I also think of them as yin and yang (and not just because of the colors). I write them as "opposite sides of the same coin" or "good and evil," "black and white," or even Padmé and Anakin, considering the inspiration for the character. The metaphor behind them is the complementary relationship, as it is something symbolic and beautiful, regardless of the interpretation the audience may have.

But if they have a relationship, would was like a:

(no ironically)

[tabathastan]

Being a Goddess of War

Magi - The Labyrinth of Magic

You were created by other gods or goddesses in the world of Magi, as a goddess of war. You had ended up meting Sinbad at a young age as he was on his adventure around the world. He took you in and adopted you as a little sister.

As your adventure continued you come across a magi named Judar. He has a special interest in you since you were the goddess of war and he love creating them or being apart of them.

[rene-darling]

THEY- treat your wounds

Just a reminder I do more fandoms than just genshin lol

...Judar...hakuryuu...sinbad...

Judar

Judar never really minded the fact that he couldn't use healing spells

In his words "why would someone as strong as me need healing spells pft-"

But oh God was he eating up his words right about now

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me earlier what if this thing gets... infected?!?" "...judar. It's not like you could help very much"

He knew this he knew he couldn't help with healing spells- he's known this for a long time but- why is it only now that he regrets not trying harder?

He's trying, he's trying so hard to heal you the look of defeat on his face is not a sight you see often sighing, you moved over to judar a little "judar..calm down, we can't go back yet. Just- give me my bag I have some first aid in it.."

Without saying a word he grabs your bag and hands you what he thinks is the first aid kit that you're talking about you take out some things that you're gonna use to clean your wound but soon you run into trouble- see your wound is on your back and as you shift to try to clean it a sharp jolt of pain hits

You let out a small groan but continued as there wasn't anything else you could do but perceiver

Judar watched as sweat drilled from your head as you tried to shift your position to see the tear God..he couldn't handle looking at you like this but he was clueless as to what he should do...

"Just...just- give me that" it surprised you a bit when Judar snatched the cloth from your hand "come here.." he gently? lowered your head to lay on his lap so you were laying on your stomach

Judar has been given punishments for acting out by al thamen plenty of times so he's watched as servants cleaned his wounds before so he's trying with all his might to replicate that

"Just..just tell me if it hurts..or- if I'm doing something wrong.." this was very unlike your judar in every scenario you had imagined him laughing at your injuries but treating them and reassuring you- oh wow

"..maybe I should get injured more often so I can see this side of you eh?-" in response, he didn't say anything but instead pressed a little too hard on your wound which was followed by an array of apologies from you

This- this felt nice contrary to the aching wound on your back, being gently touched by judar as he tried his best to softly clean your wound and apply some medicine was somehow almost soothing

"Thanks..judar " "mh"

hakuryuu

He's more worried about your wound than you- he looks like he's gonna cry-

You spoke too soon he did start crying and like a baby at that

It almost seemed like he was the hurt one

You end up comforting him...

He's crying almost sobbing "hey, haku...dont cry my dear its fine " he's just a mumbling crying whining mess "b-but...you, I, h-...how?" he's just a little crying mess in a puddle of his own tears

You hug him close ignoring any pain from the wound but when he tries hugging you back you let out a slight groan and he realizes what an idiot he's being, I mean your the ones who's hurt what the hell is he doing right now!!

He starts to stop crying still sniffling but it's better than before "c-...come here" he gently helps you lay down as he grabs bandages from his bag

"i-if you feel, any discomfort...tell me, okay?" his voice is small and you hear a small gasp when he gets a good view of your injury "y/n..." he whispers under his breath not sure how he could comfort you...

You can feel his hands shake as he cleans your wounds the little trembles of his body as worry overcomes him "don't worry my dear haku..."

"how...how could I not" you can hear his voice breaking as he quietly sobs once more

Sinbad

He's worried so so worried

The second he hears that your injured he rushes to your side and hold your hand

He's also mad, not at you but himself he should've been there to protect you!

"y/n...how did this...what happend...i-" it seems that for once even so bad is at a loss for words

He brings the best doctors in the nation no the world to come treat you, he holds your hand as they treat you his heart stops everytime your grip gets tighter indicating that your hurting "i-its gonna be...fine, fine...dont worry" it seems the reassure me is meant for himself more then it is for you

After the doctors leave he traces the area around your wound careful not to touch it...sinbad isn't the most caring person in the world and you've never seen him look so...afraid

"y/n...please next time tell me if your hurt, if you need help. Please " it's almost as if he's begging you more then asking

His voice breaks at the end of his sentence as you look at him and nod...you might not do what he says but at least you reassure him

[ariaswrites]

This is a repost of blacksun-Judar. This is NOT my personal work

Judar,Hakuryu,and kouha found out their fem s/o was pregnant after escaping a few months ago (the child is theirs but they didn’t know because s/o left without telling them)

Judar:

- Judar would be infuriated upon finding out she’s pregnant. Was it another man’s? Why hadn’t he heard of this? Had she moved on from him that quickly? He’d slam her against the wall, his ice magic already freezing her ankles to the floor. He’d yell and demand answers, but her shaky reply left him with his mouth gaping.

- Judar would freeze on the spot. He would stare at his darling with a completely blank expression as he rolled the words around his head, again and again. Even when her panicked tears were spilling over, he paid no mind to her, only snapping his head back when she started to squirm, lowering her head to softly sob in shame. Her body badly shaking, and her arms holding her stomach tightly, shielding it from whatever wrath he would unleash upon her.

- Unable to really process the situation, he would melt the ice, grab his darling’s arm and drag her back to the palace. If she struggled, he just had to dig his nails into her flesh and threaten her baby, and she quieted rather quickly. The entire carpet ride, she would be pinned to his lap, his wand pointed at her stomach. No matter how much she shivered and cried, pleading for him to spare their child, he didn’t budge. Normally he enjoyed it when she escaped - he got to punish her, but this, this was different. She was pregnant, of all things. With his child.

- When they finally get back, Judar will have no tolerance for anyone, pushing aside servants and even Kougyoku if she tried to ask what was wrong. As much as he hated Al-thamen anywhere near her, they were the only one’s whose magic could figure out the truth.

- When the results come out that Judar is indeed the father, he’ll have no idea how to react. He didn’t want a child, never wanted one. They were annoying, messy, and they would require his darling to pay attention to them instead of him.

- He immediately starts researching magic for abortion. If he can go through with it or not entirely depends on how good his sweetheart is. If she can make an earnest enough plea to melt the ice around his heart, that this was his child, that he couldn’t just kill it, then maybe… it could be born. But if not, Judar would kill the baby in the womb without mercy. After all, if it’s not born… he’s technically not murdering his child, right?

Hakuryuu:

- Once finding out that she was pregnant, he’d stand there, mouth agape, before narrowing his eyes and glaring. He wouldn’t raise a hand against her, not yet, but Hakuryuu is unable to keep his voice level enough and ends up shouting at her. Whose child is this!? When did this happen!?

- When she softly utters that it’s his, Hakuryuu would definitely be caught off guard. His? His baby? She was going to have his baby? As he processed the information, warmth suddenly enveloped his chest.

- He slowly raised a hand out to touch her stomach, ignoring the way she flinched and reached out to stop him. He’d reach out another hand to gently caress her cheek, wiping away the tears that wet her cheeks. He was still mad, and he told her as much, but… he was so happy at the same time. He wouldn’t be able to bring himself to hurt her, not after hearing those wondrous news.

- He would still be gentle with her though, taking her to the carriage and setting off back for the palace. However, once she was safely chained to her chair, he would begin to scold her. How dare she run from him while carrying his child! Hakuryuu knows how dangerous the world is, how his precious little darling could be hurt at a moments notice. How beautiful she was, that anyone would want to ruin her. Why would she take that risk?

- Hakuryuu would be in complete denial that he was the reason behind her running away. And when they arrived back at the palace, he’d drag her back to their shared room, and chain her up on their bed, admiring how beautiful she was, with her baby bump just beginning to show through. He’ll make certain that the chains are loose and that she’s comfortable, and will quickly get a glass of water if she looks parched. He might even put a few books beside her, though he gave her shorter then normal ones out of spite for her running.

- He’d get pregnancy books of all and any kind, researching any information he could get. He’s decided he’s not going to punish his darling, not just yet - not until their baby is weened off milk and doesn’t need her tending to it every hour of every day. Even then, Hakuryuu probably won’t have the heart to punish his darling by that point. All the while, he’s got his precious s/o chained up, and her chance at freedom grows ever smaller, because she knows all to well this won’t be the only child they’ll have…

Kouha:

- Once he finds out she’s pregnant, he has half a mind to chop her to pieces right there. Not only did she run away from him and reject his love, but she’s going to have a baby too! The very audacity already has his fingers curling around her neck, not even caring for any excuses she has to spare. Until she sputters out the one excuse that causes him to freeze and stare at her like she’s got two heads.

- Kouha stares for a moment, not sure of what to do, before giving her a great big smile and letting her go. As his darling kneels to the floor and wheezes for breath, that dark grin never once leaves his face. Oh, he’s still angry, no doubt, but what she just told him helped him make up for it and more. It’s his child. Now, all that’s on his mind is getting her back. His brain processed the information quickly, and his mind was already racing with ideas. Before she can even process it, her arms will be bound by golden chains, and she’s already being dragged away.

- His grip on her arm is tight as he drags her to the carriage, his three loyal attendants in close toe, making certain not even a pebble could cause his darling to trip. When the get back to the carriage, Kouha is all smiles, keeping her on his lap and cuddling, softly caressing her stomach. Ignoring that way his sweetheart flinched and leaned away from his every touch. It’s not as though he could ever hurt her - not now, after finding out she was with his baby. Afterwards, is certainly a different story, however…

- When they return to the palace, Kouha is excitedly dragging her around, practically screeching it to everyone in earshot. In fact, Koumei’s positive he went deaf. Even the members of Al-Thamen were groaning and shaking their heads at the princes antics. Despite that, Kougyoku expressed joy at the news, both happy his s/o is back, and for their child. Though she can’t help but question the fear in his darling’s eyes… and why she even ran away in the first place.

- His darling will quickly be chained to the extravagant bed they shared, surrounded by the softest pillows and blankets imaginable, so quickly it will make her head spin. Of course, Kouha will assure her she will be punished in due time - but only once the baby is born. He couldn’t help but to bite his lip and shiver at the despairing look she gave him.

- Kouha too, will overload on pregnancy books. However, he’ll sit down with his darling and read out loud with her, practicing for when the baby is born. Kouha will put some limits on spoiling her, of course - she did run away, and waiting possibly more then nine months to punish her will drive him mad. He will allow her on walks occasionally, but only to the balcony and back. She has no say in what she eats or wears, and Kouha won’t give into her pregnancy cravings either - only if it’s good for the baby will there be an exception. Then again, isn’t this how he always treated her? He’s just stricter now. Plus, after the pregnancy is when things start getting intense…

[kougyokuseyeshavemeweak]

Some Of The Magi Characters Seeing Someone Offer Free Hugs

Characters: Aladdin, Morgiana, Alibaba, Sinbad, Masrur, Judar

Warnings: Perverted behavior

Paring: Characters x GN Reader

Notes: None

Summary: Someone’s offering free hugs! Will the characters accept? And if so, how will it go?

Aladdin

- Okay. It could go well, or it could not go well

- That all depends on how much titty you got

- He’ll happily hug you but if you got boobage then he won’t let go and will literally suffocate himself in public

- He walks away happy either way

Morgiana

- When this person approaches her and asks if she wants a hug, she’s a little confused but shyly accepts

- She kinda just stands there during the hug with her cheek puffed up from them holding her against them

- She looks super cute and is very huggable but she has to be in the mood for her to give good hugs

- She doesn’t mind it though and walks away with a tiny smile

Alibaba Saluja

- He’s a bit confused because he’s all like: “You wanna hug me? Really?”

- But he accepts and if you’re a female then he accepts with a blush on his face

- He’s a bit awkward but only because he’s still processing it

- He brightens up a bit after that but if you’re female then he won’t stop bragging to people

Sinbad

- This man would gratefully accept but even more so if you’re a female

- He’s confident during it and gives a secure and warm hug

- If you’re female then he’ll hold you a bit closer and longer

- He’ll leave you craving for more with his irritatingly gorgeous smirk and charming nature

Masrur

- He doesn’t hug people

- Unless they’re a female who has big boobs

- He’s stiff during the hug too but if you’re the lucky, well endowed female then he might relax a little

-Doesn’t care much after

Judar

- Only if he’s interested in you

- Otherwise, tough luck

- He’ll smirk and give a side hug that feels a bit threatening depending on who you are

- He leaves after like two seconds to go annoy someone

[anniesstories]

The Magi's Slut

Judar x Female!Reader

Warning: sexual content ahead so don't read it if you're a minor or you're uncomfortable

It's been a long time since you saw Judar, you two were childhood friends and he also guided you through many dungeons. Your relationship with him was perfect, until you started to have feelings for him, he also seemed more distant and cold with you, which that made your heart ache.

You swore to yourself that you are going to be single and untouched for the rest of your life, that no man was worth your feelings, no one deserved your virginity or love, until you got close to Judar, even though he didn't care about you, you still loved him.

It was a long day, you trained with Kougyoku for hours and everything you wanted was just to go and get some rest, you wished that you won't see Judar because it will make you overthink again.

As you was walking down the hallway, looking for your room you saw Judar sitting infront of the doors of your room, he seemed like he was waiting for you.

"Where have you been?" His voice sounded so mean ...or jealous. "I was training with Kougyoku because she wanted to spend time with me..." "Sure you wasn't with Hakuryuu?" "No..." You lied, you had a long conversation with Hakuryuu in the morning but...how did he knew? Was he stalking you?

Before you could even blink, you found yourself pinned against the wall, inside your room, Judar being very close to your own body. "You can't fool me Y/N, I know where have you been, lying to me isn't a good idea~ so I should punish you with no mercy~" .

He was very close to you, you could feel a discomfort growing between your legs, so you tried to rub your thighs to make things less uncomfortable. Before you could even say something, Judar smashed his lips against yours, breaking the kiss once you two needed to breathe.

"Should I continue?I don't want to make your first time a nightmare after all..." He asked you. You nodded desperately to kiss him again.

He kissed you, this time the kiss was longer and way hotter than the first one, he guided you to your bed, gently pushing you on it. Now he was on top of you. You felt like your going to melt, you was desperate, you just wanted him to break you.

He kissed you again before going further to your neck. He started biting it, searching for the sweet spot. Once he found it, he sucked on it until it left a mark on your neck. "This way everyone will know your not available." He said satisfied before biting down to your chest, leaving a mark. He grabbed your breast with his hand, and with the other hand he massaged your clit.

He lowered his head to the other breast and sucked on it's nipple. You was surprised to see that he wasn't biting it at all...(I mean it's judar the one who's fucking you).

Wait...spoke too soon.

As he was gently sucking and licking your nipple, he took it between his teeth, biting it. You couldn't help yourself but scream because of the pain and pleasure he was giving you.

He lowered his head to your stomach, leaving a few kisses before moving forward to your pussy. He started by licking your clit and inserting two fingers in it. "You're so wet you damn whore, I see, you was waiting for it"

You felt so close but he stopped right before you could cum. "Sluts like you don't deserve to cum." He smirked. "Please Judar-sama, lemme cummmm" you begged him.

Carelessly, he inserted his cock inside you, starting slowly, increasing the speed as the time passed. You couldn't focus at all, since your not experienced, you couldn't tell when Judar was close, he also decided to keep his mouth shut, creaming inside you with no warning. You arched your back as he came inside you. His name wouldn't stop falling off your lips.

Judar layed next to you, caressing your cheek. "Since it's your first time, I won't continue, but be ready because my stamina is unlimited, my dove~" "Oh shut up, we'll see about that" .

You two kept teasing eachother until you fell asleep with Judar resting his head on your chest.

This one is kinda bad....I didn't really felt in a good mood for writing but since I had an idea...I said why not? :)) cyaaa<3

[astelren]

Magi HCs to you giving them a surprising kiss on the forehead

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, With a bit of Angst, Gender Neutral Reader, I talk a little bit of their past nothing too spoilery though?, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Kouha Ren, Judar

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Anon requested: Hi dear! How are you? Can I ask you about Judar and Kouha's headcanons where a gender neutral s / o surprise them with a protective kiss on the forehead? Thank you!

Aaaa magi💕💕💕 good memories, good memories... I miss it quite a lot surprisingly, Kouha my sweet boy sigh sob - This is a rewriting of my old work, originally posted on @/severnrsstuff (now severnr0ses).

✧˚ · . Kouha Ren

Well, well. Somebody wants to be romantic, uh? Kouha is surprised and taken aback, he didn’t expect this! Usually, he is the one who protects people or gets attached to people like a koala, not the other way around

So, at first, he’s very confused and taken back, it takes him a while to fully understand what is going on but then Kouha would smirk and hug you really close, giving you little kisses on the face

Telling you how unfair you are!! Don’t surprise him like that, you give him a scare! And now, as payback, he has to kiss aaallll over your face and you can’t complain because Kouha isn’t going to let you go soon anyway!

But, for some reason, he seems a little... off. Did you do something wrong? Before you can ask, however, Kouha starts bragging about how cute you are, how lucky and happy he is to have you.

Everyone that knows him well enough can tell that something is off, but he won’t answer, preferring instead to change the topic, acting like the normal Kouha that everybody knows.

He will probably pout a little bit before demanding other kisses, holding you even closer, waiting for you to kiss him again like you did before. It might become a new routine between you two, with him silently begging you to kiss him once again

Later he’ll watch you sleep right next to him in bed, with a distant look in his eyes. In a way your gentle and kind gesture really made him understand how lucky he is to have you

Poor Kouha it’s not used to be the one being protected, and he is... Weird out over how safe and glad it makes him feel. Sure, his brother protect and help him, but a lot of stuff he had to do it alone.

For once, being the protected one, don’t have to constantly worry about stuff made him feel relaxed, even if it was a little while. Kouha hopes that he makes you feel the same way you do, protected and safe

You should expect him to give you a lot more gifts and cuddles afterward, as a way to constantly tell you how much he appreciates and loves you. Kouha gets worse in his jealousy and protection, only wanting the best for you and making sure you are always safe and secure

✧˚ · . Judar

Judar.exe stopped working. First of all, how dare you kiss him. Second of all, how dare you be this cute.

Judar's brain is trying to understand what happened, and also what he is feeling right now. He’s happy, scared, and lonely. Judar doesn’t remember his parents, and he never really had someone that truly loved or cared about him

And even if he had somebody, he found himself stabbed in the back. There was no point in trusting people, unless Judar wanted to get even more hurt. So his reaction is a mixed one, mainly at first or if the relationship is pretty new

A blush would appear on Judar's face, angrily asking why you always do strange and weird things, commenting on how weird you are, but hugging you closer to his body with his hands slightly trembling.

A brat lmao

He loves the kisses, believe me, but he would never actually show it, especially to you! So you must know him very well to tell that not only did the kiss affect him a lot, but it also made him very happy. Which is pretty obvious.

He kind of expects you to do it pretty often?? Because it makes him feel a lot more safe, secure, and relaxed. Obviously, if you are going to ask he will simply deny and change the topic immediately lol

You made Judar a lot more affectionate (in his own way), possessive, and jealous about you though! He might be a lot more pissed towards you sometimes, in a way he's expecting you to betray him in one way or another

But like you spending too much time with one of the princes is already unacceptable for Judar. How dare you, he’ll throw peaches at both of you with a grunt of his face while clearly pointy more peaches at the other person and not you

Kiss him once again like that and it's fine, he's content and still a bit angry

Sleeping with him is now impossible; mostly because Judar can’t ever let go of you now, having and feeling your body near his it’s making him a lot more relaxed, and will actually wake up if you get up

This work belongs to @/astelren, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡

[blasphemecel]

Judar — Detox

PAIRING: Judar/Reader | Judal/Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

TYPE: Angst, A bit of fluff, Hurt/Very Questionable Comfort

WARNING(S): Anorexia/Restrictive eating disorder depicted

After shaking violently, your leg gives out under you just when you make it down the stairs. You feel yourself stumbling into someone, shoulder brushing with theirs, though when you turn, you see it's Judar. He's floating around you with a bored expression on his face.

"Sorry, High Priest. I'll be more careful next time," you say, hoping that's enough to appease him. You're not in the mood for his games.

Judar picks his ear with his pinky before flicking away whatever dirt he dug out of there, which is something he does often, and you find it hard not to scold him for his bad manners. Or maybe it's not that you care about bad manners so much so as you find the gesture revolting.

You take his silence as a sign you should go on your way, though the moment you step away from him, Judar deems it fit to be conversational. "Hey, you look like shit."

Your eyes droop and you're about to doze off, so you take a while to process what he said. When you do, you scowl at him. "Thanks. Is that all?"

"Where are you going? The Second Acne-prone Prince said something about expecting you for dinner."

"Don't call 'Mei that," you say, slapping him on the back of his neck. He seems unamused by your overreaction, but you had expected him to berate you or at least laugh at you for being pitiful. "I'm not feeling well, so I'm going back to my quarters."

Judar responds with a non-committal grunt and you figure that should be the end of this exchange. Even if things are never this easy with him.

The distance to your room used to be almost negligible, but now it's like you've been walking forever. You yawn again and regret not bringing a robe or anything warmer when you went out to tend to the garden as you feel shivers run down your spine.

With a trembling hand, you twist the doorknob open and enter. You're about to close after yourself and take a nap, but something wedges itself in between.

Confused, you stumble further into the room while Judar forces his way in. His movements are so nonchalant, you almost forgot you didn't invite him to join you.

You cover your mouth to stifle another yawn and sit at the edge of your bed as your legs are too unreliable to keep carrying your weight. "Weren't you going to dinner?"

"Maybe," he says with a shrug. "Why aren't you going?"

"I just told you I don't feel good, so I wanna sleep."

"Are you dumb?"

You were about to lie down, but your body tenses while you examine him with a frown. He doesn't show he's saying this in jest, so you're more inclined to take it personally. "What?" you ask with an edge to your tone.

"Are you dumb?" Judar reprises. "You obviously don't feel good because you haven't been eating well. You're a moron if you think you’re gonna fix that by skipping dinner."

You freeze. He... noticed? He's so heedless he can barely pay attention to someone talking to him for five minutes without zoning out, but he caught onto this? On impulse, you point at the door. "High Priest, you need to leave."

"Huh?"

"I want to sleep." As if this is a statement which needs to be supported by evidence, you grab the nearest robe, slip it on, and curl into yourself under a blanket. After you close your eyes, noting that he's still here, you say, "You're interrupting me, so could you please leave?"

"What? No!" Judar denies almost childishly, places his hands on his hips and stomps his foot to show you just how much he will not leave. At first he thought you were being a dumbass — which is a trait he expects from everyone around him — but now some gears turn in his head. "Are you doing it on purpose?"

You fake a snore and roll over.

Judar hovers over you and you can feel his looming shadow, though you opt to feign ignorance to his very existence. When he pulls you by the ear, you let out a hiss of pain and surprise. You try to shake him off, but when you fail, he lets you go of his own accord.

"What's with you?!"

"You're not the actor you think you are, I hope you know that," he tells you with narrowed eyes.

"Why would I do that on purpose? I just feel sick, that's all!"

"Let's go to dinner then," Judar insists, wrapping his hands around your forearm and pulling you up.

You struggle against him, but it's a feeble attempt — Judar drags you along with him without exerting much effort. Then you blurt out the first excuse which comes to mind. Your arm still burns where he clutched you with too strong of a grip.

"No! I'm... cold. I'll get sick if I go." You barely spat out the poorly thought-out words before you burst into tears. Your shoulders shake and you make this ugly expression, biting on your lips, though you fail in suppressing your wailing.

Judar considers you with disdain as if your personal affairs are a slight against him. After a while of perhaps pointless chin-scratching, he says, "Fine, be this way."

He pushes you back onto your bed and again you get the impression he has herculean strength, though maybe you're too frail to stand up to him right now. Through the lapses in memory and the haze of your mind, you'd forgotten Judar is rather weak.

"D'you want attention? You think I'm gonna beg you or something?" he asks, circling around. You wish he'd just go away. "Or that I'm gonna feed you? Ha, what a joke."

"I don't care what you will or won't do. If you don't want to pay me any mind, you can leave. I don't know what you're talking about, anyway."

Silence stretches, but what breaks it is the creak of your bed as another body settles on top. "Come on! Let's just go. Stop being so annoying."

"I thought you weren't going to beg?!"

"I'm not begging. It's an order. Know your place, asshat."

At your lack of compliance, Judar feels an urge to take action. You're puzzled when you feel the sheets shift under you, as if he's coming closer, but before you can even register it, he has resorted to clinging to your back like a fucked up creature.

"W-What's this for?" you stutter out quietly, like if you make anymore noise, you're going to alert the entire palace of what's transpiring. Your cheeks turn feverish from embarrassment.

"You said you're cold," Judar drawls out, taking a tone which suggests he finds you stupid and ridiculous.

"You're the oracle. What would everyone think if they saw you with me like this?"

"No one's going to see us because they're all eating dinner while I have to stay here with you." Even though you can't see it, he goes out of his way to roll his eyes.

"I never told you to-"

"Who cares what anybody thinks? Rules don't apply to me." And with that, he makes the uncomfortable choice of pressing his palm directly against your stomach. To your surprise, his skin is warm while you're no better than a corpse. You'd imagined him to be chilly like you.

You hold in your breath and tense your stomach taut in some foolish attempt at tricking him into thinking you might have a void there instead of a working organ. Sometimes it's a matter of control: of starving yourself, staying still and not saying a thing like a martyr.

There's a moment where you feel his lips turn into a frown against the nape of your neck, and then he pokes and stretches the flesh. "You think Sir Acne-a-lot's gonna like you more if you do this?"

"I don't care if 'Mei thinks I'm hot, Judar! What's your damage?" you yell through some more gross sobbing and a bit of snot. "It's not always about you royal megalomaniacs!"

"You're not being very grateful to me for comforting you, you know?"

"Maybe I'm ungrateful because you're not doing a good job."

"You're an idiot," he says for what feels like the hundredth time. He then groans as if your disordered eating is somehow inconveniencing him, but no snarky remark follows up the noise.

"And you're not making me feel better by belittling me."

"Whatever. I don't care how you feel," Judar dismisses before he tightens his arms around you.

"Oh really? Because for someone who 'doesn't care' how I 'feel,' you're wasting a lot of time talking to me right now."

"Don't get cocky, you malnourished idiot! You're just lucky I'm a nice person."

At this, you snort.

Judar doesn't address your apparent amusement with the concept of him being kind. Your eyelids grow heavy and you're about to fall asleep again in the newly welcomed silence, growing snug and fuzzy, but as usual, he deems it fit to ruin everything.

"Did you notice your hair's falling off?" he asks, and while his tone is flat, you sense a restrained hint of dejection in his words.

"Yes."

"Fine, I'll let you do whatever you want today," he declares. You wonder when he's going to let go, grow bored with dealing with you, and leave. Then he offers you a diabolical laugh, as if he's concocting an evil plan. "But tomorrow I'll make sure you're stuffed like a pig at a feast."

"Sure you will."

"Come on, you know I'm just gonna harass you until you do what I want anyway."

"But it's not fair," you cry out suddenly. Your eyes had just dried from your previous freakout, but now you're back to bawling into your pillow and you tremble in Judar's hold. When you come to your senses and remember this entire ordeal, you're sure you’re going to be embarrassed. "You get to eat like shit and laze around and your body still looks perfect. I've always been... Ugh, whatever! Why am I even talking to you about this?"

"So you think my abs look perfect?"

You don't reply to reprimand him for his unnecessary innuendo, which reminds him he should be, perhaps, taking this more seriously. Though it also irks him you're disregarding his attempts at being a good person. It's such a struggle for him to do that, don't you realize it?

"Me and my perfect abs are gonna whip you back in shape, [Y/n]," threatens Judar in a sing-song voice.

"But if you saw me eat that'd be so embarrassing," you say stupidly. At the mere thought of this, you tear up once more, sniffling.

Judar retracts his arms and you realize your trial of him being in a maybe more charitable mood than usual — even if not expressed in the best of ways — has run out. Another shiver overcomes your body at the loss of his body heat, though you notice he makes no move to stand up.

Instead, he leans over, bangs falling and tickling your nose, as he stares at you with the most serious expression he can muster. And then he pulls at one of your cheeks. "Is this another stupid chastity thing you care about for no reason, or are you pulling a prank? 'Cause that can't be a real thing you said. And like, actually believe."

Your eyes are so bloodshot. Judar wonders if you cry yourself to sleep like this, just like you're crying right now for no discernible reason.

"Everyone eats, idiot."

You inhale some of your boogers back in your throat, which sets you into a choking fit. Then, as if nothing happened, you continue, "You just can't understand. Why do you have to mock me? I'm- I'm withering away, Judar, and you're joking around."

He grins and lies back down next to you, propping his head with his hand. "Like I said, there's nothing to worry about. 'Cause from now on, I'll never leave you alone!"

"Lucky me," you say with a roll of your eyes. "Can you hug me again? I really am cold."

"I'm not your teddy bear, dumbass. And it's your fault you're cold," he complains through gritted teeth before pulling you into his embrace for a second time.

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This is kind of a mess but I just wrote it to vent so lol whatever?

[tsunderepeach]

Calling Him Princess:

Hearing him speak once more about how annoying Hakuryuu was being, hanging out with such low scum as the chibi magi, you couldn’t help the words that came out of your mouth. “Okay, Princess.” 

It was surprise at first then a death glare directed towards you. Seeing as how you were able to get under his skin so easily with just one word, you smirked. 

“What? Does Princess have a problem she needs fixing?” 

“Shut it, brat.” 

Snickering, you continued, going up to the young man and pressing your hands to his face, sparking a slight blush on his pale cheeks. 

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” 

Smacking your hands away, the brunet couldn’t help but feel the urge to scream, he wasn’t usually treated like this with anyone, let alone some mere human. 

Watching him leave, you waved the man goodbye. “Just remember, I’m here for you, baby girl!!” 

“I’ll kill you, witch!”

[xxwearelovingescapesxx]

In The Middle Of The Night

Judar x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None.

AN: I have been writing this Judar fic for a long time. I think I'm finally satisfied with this one. This part two of my fic Found. I'm thinking maybe a third part. I'm not sure yet. Also any mistakes made are my own.

This is also for the back from the dead collab hosted by @cyancherub and @chaos-night

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The soft light from her bedside lamp caused her to awaken; slowly, her eyes turned upwards as she stared at the figure at the side of her bed. Her eyes then widened and Judar's hand covered her mouth before she could let out a scream.

"Shh, shh now, quiet, I can't have you alert the guards, can I?" Judar cooed. Y/N nodded her head in compliance.

Satisfied that Y/N wasn't going to going to scream, Judar removed his hand; stepping back just incase she tried to hit him.

Sitting up Y/N pulled the covers to her chest, "What are you doing here?" She hissed. "I told you to stay away." She was annoyed, remembering their last meeting.

" You can't keep me away,"

"You can't be here!" She snapped.

"I told you I would be back," Judar grabbed her arm pulling her to her feet.

Y/N made a noise of protest as she was suddenly pulled out of bed. Judar's grip was strong but not enough to hurt.

"I'm not leaving without you. We are going home,"

Judar's words stunned Y/N into silence. He came back for her. To take her home. That four letter word was something Y/N hadn't had in a long time. She was use to never settling down in one place.

"Okay, let's go home."

Judar released her arm, stepping back, a smirk playing on his lips. "I knew you would see it my way."

Y/N rolled her eyes, a little smile on her lips, "Shut up."

[silenceofthecookies]

Hello! I'm so excited to see your ask box is open! You're an amazing writer! Can I request headcannons for Kouen, Sinbad, and Judar/Judal where they're working and their s.o. is constantly glancing up from her notebook at them and they find out she's drawing a picture of him? Thank you!!!

Aww thank you 💖 This is such a cute idea, I hope you’ll enjoy this! 

Kouen

Kouen liked having you in his study as he was working. You were a silent companion, often reading a book or scribbling something in your notebook, it almost felt as if the two of you were working in the same office, even though he knew you most likely weren't working. It didn't matter though, even though the time was not spent on the same activity, Kouen was happy to be sitting in the same room as you.

Every now and then he'd look over to you to check if you were still there, if you needed anything, if you had fallen asleep,… Today though, he was surprised to see you glancing back at him. A lot. The first few times he just smiled at you and continued working, but soon he realised that you were practically looking at him more than the notebook you had been scribbling in.

“Do you need anything, Y/N?”

You probably want him to pay more attention to you, he thinks. Women often don't like just existing in the same space as their husbands, and he understands that you might feel a little lonely or even neglected. He has been busy with work, after all.

Imagine his surprise when you tell him the only thing you need is for him to not move around too much, because you are drawing him. He feels very honoured to be the subject of your art, regardless of your skill on the subject. He gladly obliges and moves around as little as he can while still continuing his work. He will be smiling a little more though. It doesn't even matter to him if he has to work overtime for you to have more time to finish it.

He insists on seeing the piece when it's done, and if it looks good enough to his taste, he'll insist on putting it up somewhere.

Sinbad

Sinbad can practically feel your eyes staring at him and it's terribly distracting. He didn't want to work, he wanted to go out with you, but Ja'far had insisted on him doing his work first. If it hadn't been for you saying you'd stay with him in his office and dragging him there with Ja'far, he would most likely have run away already.

Paperwork was just so boring. You must've thought the same, because of the way you kept staring at him, right? Why did you have to work with Ja'far there, couldn't you just have run away with him?

He keeps sighing as he reluctantly goes through the work Ja'far had piled up on his desk, often glancing over at you, and grinning every time your eyes meet. He's glad to be the centre of your attention, even when he's working.

“Already regretting making me work?” he asks with a grin.

You tell him no and tell him to sit still and focus on his work, causing Sinbad to look and act like a sad puppy. He caught you staring so many times, why were you being so cold to him now?

Finally he's done with the pile he was supposed to be doing today. There's still backlog from the other times he has shirked his duties, but those are for the next time Ja'far catches Sinbad.

When he looks over to what you've been scribbling in your notebook all day, he's surprised to find a drawing of him, looking positively miserable.

“Y/N! Couldn't you have drawn me in a better pose?”

He absolutely loves that you wanted to draw him though, and gladly suggests modelling for you so you can get a drawing that ‘shows a better side of him, something more heroic'. Sinbad will always be a showman.

Judal

Judal is sitting on the carpet, looking positively bored, waiting to arrive on his next destination. Of course they had to send him away again, and on the most boring tasks of all: an actual task as a priest of the Kou empire. Couldn't they have given him something exciting to do, like messing with Sinbad or starting a war? Maybe dragging someone else into a dungeon?

He's so caught up in his own boredom and frustration that he doesn't even notice you looking over. He barely moves as well, making him the perfect subject to draw. The wind playing with his hair only makes it look even better.

Eventually, Judal snaps out of his thoughts and looks over at you, to see what you've been doing. He snatches the notebook out of your hand, not caring that you were still scribbling on it.

He's surprised to see the drawing of him, now plus one ugly line from him snatching the notebook away from you while you were adding details to his hair.

“Whoa, not bad.”

He's actually a little amazed by it, though he pretends not to be. He tosses the notebook back to you so you can finish the piece, saying that he'll ‘sit still for you just this once, because he's bored anyway'. You can see his expression is a little happier though.

He lets you finish the piece, sitting as still as he can even though he hates it. He tells you to not expect him to be sitting still for you another time, so you'd better get it right from the first time. The both of you know he has a soft spot for you though, and that you need only ask him and bat your eyelashes a few times for him to do whatever you ask anyway.

[king-bee-sting]

Ello! Idk if u write for magi fandoms deader than Shakespeare, but if u do maybe judar & jafar with rlly temperamental s/o who can be rlly overprotective- if u feel like it otherwise just delete this👌✌️

Format: Headcanons

Pairing(s): Judar, Ja'far x GN! Reader

Warnings: None

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Judar & Ja'far x Tempermental! Reader

He'd definitely take you as a challenge

You won't submit to him?

Bow down?

Serve him with anything but a smile?

Oh, he'll do anything to break you

Eventually, your firey nature will grow on him and he'll end up actually missing your sassy input when he's away

He won't admit it of course

He'll admit defeat before ever admitting to missing you

Isn't afraid to admit that you're why his hair is grey

If he isn't hunting down Sinbad, he can be seen pushing you somewhere, halfheartedly agreeing to whatever you were yelling about

Isn't a stranger to how you yell at him for staying up late

Neither is he a stranger to you forcibly removing him from his work

You tire him endlessly, but it'd be weird to go through his day without you

It'd be empty

And he can't have that

Also introducing my new icon system

Ill be maming my own character icons/banners/pictures from now on

- mod ein

[husbandograveyard]

Hi sweetheart, here I am again OwO Congrats on all the followers you’re getting, you deserve them! I took some inspiration from the list, could I request “Just get out. Get out and leave me alone” with Judal? Judal and his s/o get into (another) fight and his s/o just wants to be left alone for now. Maybe some comfort at the end to not hurt my heart too badly? ;) A scenario would be cool, but if all spots are already taken a headcanon is perfectly fine! Good luck with writing! X OwO

Judal is a bit of an ass, so this works perfectly for him and all his annoyingnes lmao. Hope you enjoy OwO-chan! 

An actual apology - Judal x Reader 

You can’t choose who you fall in love with. That was something you had learned the hard way when you had fallen for the magi of the Kou empire. He was selfish, he was childish, did whatever he pleased, and never took no for an answer. He waltzed into your life like it was his own personal playground and just stole your heart, much to your own dismay. 

When the relationship started, all was good. He had his softer moments, where he was almost cute. And you did believe that he truly loved you because even though you were absolutely smitten, you would never start a relationship on something so one-sided. 

But there were so many bad moments. Where he had ‘forgotten’ a date. Where he had used your presence just to get out of duties he was expected to fulfill. When he said things that made you embarrassed, or even slightly uncomfortable around other people. Countless times you had discussions, sometimes even full-on arguments, and he would either walk out, engage just to rile you up even more, or ignore all your points and then smooth it out with some physical affection, giving your brain all the endorphins it needed to hold on to just a little longer. 

But now you had reached a breaking point. You had an extremely bad day, everything and everyone seemed to be annoying you and the last thing you needed was your boyfriend adding fuel onto the fire. Too bad he didn’t get that memo as he just burst into your room where you were just laying in bed, eyes closed, trying to find the energy and motivation to get up and get some food in a bit, but for now just enjoying peace, quiet and no company. Until the door slammed open that is. 

“y/n why is there no dinner yet?”

You tried to ignore him, maybe he would go away if you didn’t pay him attention. Wrong decision. He plopped down on the bed, poking your face repeatedly with one slender finger, talking non-stop, and further bugging you about dinner and hundreds of other small things that you did not want to talk about at all. 

“Judal, just shut up for a second will you?” 

You pushed his hand away and turned away from him, one arm covering your face as you hoped that, in combination with your very agitated tone, was enough of a warning for him that today was not the day to mess with you. Again, futile hope as he just now poked your shoulder, not even stopping his childlike annoying to hear you tell him to shut up. Annoyed, you sat up. 

“Judal” “so can’t you just do that instead of lazing around he-” “JUDAL!” 

He blinked a couple of times at your sudden outburst, you were usually pretty soft-spoken, and you had never ever yelled at him before. “What?” after the initial confusion and shock washed over - which happened really fast-  he seemed annoyed by your reaction.  “I want five minutes of peace and quiet. Five minutes” You took a deep breath, quickly and softly adding a “please” to the end of that sentence. You were so tired. So done. 

“Why? It’s not like you didn’t have a break today. Besides I don’t have a lot of time to spend with you to-” You sat up, staring at him with a fury in your eyes he had never seen before. It was enough to shut him up. You pinched the bridge of your nose, counting to ten in your mind, but it was all for nothing. Something had snapped the moment he walked in and nothing he would say could make up for it now. Your head was spinning, overtaken by anger. You realized how he had been the cause for some of this week’s incidents, how he was never comforting. All the moments he had annoyed you the past few days played off in your head and they were overwhelmingly more frequent than the moments where he had offered you comfort, physical affection or just had been a decent boyfriend at all. It made you even more angry and you snapped. 

“Get out.” your voice insanely steady, laced with animosity, the fire still present in your eyes. “What?” He seemed honestly confused. “Just get out. Get out and leave me alone” you were shaking with anger now, and Judal, however annoying he could be, was not stupid. He rolled his eyes and turned on his heels and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. 

You let out a shaky breath and felt the tension leave your body. You didn’t even realize just how much you were tensed up until he had left the room. Then it sunk in. You had bickered with Judal before, and you had discussions on the daily, but never like this. Never had you been so angry, and never had he actually gotten up and left. You were not sure how to feel other than a little relieved and ready to enjoy your peace and quiet, enough so that you could ignore the nagging voice in the back of your head: ‘what if he walked out just to never come back again?’

You fell asleep not long after, exhaustion taking over. You didn’t wake up in time for dinner, the darkness outside when you finally got up signaling that it was well into the night. You stretched, feeling a whole lot better, albeit a little peckish, and made your way over to the kitchens to grab something so you could go back to sleep without your stomach rumbling. 

In the kitchen, you automatically went to the fresh fruits and before you knew it you had grabbed a peach. Even with your body on auto-pilot, your first instincts were to care for Judal more than yourself and you felt another burst of anger flare up, this time mixed with a little bit of guilt for being so harsh. You pushed the guilt away. He had it coming, he deserved everything you said. And yet. You grabbed something to drink, an extra peach, and got back to your room. 

You opened the door, and a dark shadow was sitting on your bed. You nearly screamed and dropped everything you were carrying, but just in time, you realized it was Judal. “Really?” you hissed, not wanting to yell as there were undoubtedly people sleeping that would not appreciate a shouting match at whatever time it was. He did not instantly reply, and you impatiently tapped your foot, if you were not carrying peaches and water you would have crossed your arms. 

He didn’t say anything but didn’t move either. So you just walked over to the bed, putting the peaches down and looking at him with raised eyebrows, waiting for him to start talking. He glanced over at the fruit and a hint of a grin appeared on his face for a fraction of a second before disappearing and making way for his serious expression again. You had rarely seen him like that. He mumbled something, but because he was looking away, and the fact that you had not expected him to speak up as silently as that, made you completely miss what he said. 

“I’m sorry what?” “I said,” he repeated, already a little annoyed, “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you and should know when to stop.” 

Now it was your turn to blink in surprise. This was unheard of. Judal, actually apologizing, nog making a joke out of it? 

“I do care y’know? But I guess even you have enough of me sometimes”. He stood up from the bed, leaving you sitting down facing him, and now you had to look up.  “Anyway,” he continued, the seriousness slowly disappearing and making way for his usual playful tone, “don’t think I’m going to just stop bothering you now. You chose me. So you’re stuck with me.” He leaned in, and you closed your eyes, too confused by what was happening and just letting instincts take over, and your instincts were anticipating a kiss to make up and seal his apology. Instead, he brushed past you to grab one of the peaches you had brought with you as your dinner. Your eyes fluttered open when you notice his presence getting away and he was standing before you, just happily nomming your peach. 

“So I guess this is the part where I say that I do love you,” he continued, voice muffled and words a little unclear as he was now speaking with his mouth full, probably because he didn’t want to have this conversation properly, Judal was never one for anything sappy. “and then you say you love me too and then we forget about it. Mkay?”

“After you just stole half of my dinner?” “You can’t just bring me peaches and then expect me not to eat them” “They were not for you” “Oh love, they always are” 

And before you could protest in any way, he patted the top of your head with the one hand that was clean and free from peach juice before walking out the door. Not in the mood to let the serious conversation or the blooming discussion last any longer. 

“Goodnight y/n”

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The spin the wheel thingyy was kyot 💞💞💞 and I'm happy I got prompt 2 lol so may I have that for Judai from ygo gx?

We’re so glad you think the prompts were cute! ;; I can most definitely do this for you~! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did with writing it~!

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The plan was supposed to be fullproof, yet instead you found yourself catching even more emotions for the resident goofball.

It all began earlier that day when the announcement of the office party was shared throughout the building. Initially, you thought nothing of it, but then they mentioned how much money they put into it

Needless to say, when you heard your favorite fancy restaurant of choice was going to be providing catering you just had to go.

Though of course it wasn’t as easy as you’d like it to be. Dreadfully, you found out that you needed a date in order to attend this fancy office party. 

To you, it was a load of bullshit, but who were you kidding? A chance to eat delicious expensive food for free? You weren’t going to pass it up.

But the real question lied with, who were you going to go with? There were only a select few in the office that you felt comfortable with going with, yet before you could even really decide on anything Jaden waltzed straight up to your little cubicle. 

Bright and cheery with his carefree vibe, you find yourself sinking into fun jovial filled conversation with your crush. You don’t even realize that he managed to weasel you in to being his date for the office party.

Of course you’re surprised at first, but eventually you find yourself merely shrugging it off.

So here you are making some casual conversation with a couple of the other party goers, but you can’t help but feel a strange skip in your chest every time Jaden waltzes by as he casually drapes an arm around your waist. 

It wasn’t too bad, but it was made more prominent when he noted more guys taking the chance to make conversation with you. You merely shrug it off as him playing his role albeit too well

That of course changes when you’re caught under the mistletoe with someone other than him. It’s only when your co-worker leans in to kiss you that you find yourself suddenly dragged away but an oddly quiet and fuming Jaden.

Before you can even question his actions he’s kissing you fervently. It’s only after you regain your breath that you hear the words he says.

“...god I’m sorry...I know this was supposed to be pretend--- but I can’t pretend around you anymore. I...I like you (y/n), and seeing that guy almost kiss you just--- man I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ruin your night...”

Of course before he can say anything more you press another firm kiss against his lips. An endearing smile gracing your features as you pull him in close.

“Then let’s not pretend...let’s be official...”

[discoclubofvenus]

The truth

✧You and Judar reunite on the battlefield 

Type: Scenario

Warnings: Slight angst, toxic relationship, death, fighting, corruption

Reader: Fighter, gn

A/N: I really wanted to write something for Magi because I miss all of the characters terribly, I’ll get back to requests very soon! I just need a small break from fire force lol

Death tightly hugged your figure similar to an old lover returning to their partner after months of being apart. Death whispered in your ear the most merciless ways to end someone’s life in the sweetest breath. Death had returned after years of disappearing from your side. It took the form of your lover as he watched you swiftly end another’s life--much to his disapproval. It was quite the merciful kill.

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Each breath you inhaled was quickly escaping in short breaths, they couldn’t stay in such a dark place for long. They belonged to the light, much like the few rukhs that surrounded you. Much like how you used to be in the past. They fluttered around you in a panic as more black rukh made their way towards you. “You wouldn’t give up hope so easily, would you? There was still a small spark in your eyes!” they seemed to be saying yet their pleading was for naught. You didn’t care to hear such...pathetic pleading. 

“It’s not too late to turn back!” a small voice cried out in your head yet it was overpowered by the scoff you heard from your lover. “What are you doing out on the battlefield?” he asked as his garnet-red eyes studied your broken form, “What do you see?” you deflected. This caused a frown to adorn your lover’s features as he slowly made his way closer to you. Each step he took closer the little voice from earlier would scream at you ‘Run! Run! He’s dangerous!’ and yet you ignored it. You ignored every warning sign and siren when it came to Judar. You even ignored how the last few white rukhs around you had turned black. The cacophony of screams and war cries fell deaf to your ears. Your eyes observed Judar and your heart stopped beating in fear that this was all a dream. All of your focus lied on Judar as he stopped right in front of you. He was really here and he was only a breath away. 

Slowly it dawned on you that this was the closest you’ve ever been to Judar. When you first met the black magi, he would keep himself at an arms-length away from you. He would even go as far as to hurl insults at you to keep you away from him. One day you asked “Why do you hate me so much Judar? Have I done something to upset you? Please tell me the truth.” and you were answered with “It’s your very existence. It’s so full of light I both admire it and hate you for it.”. It was an unusual answer from the black magi as he was notorious for lying and deflecting. Even more so that he actually heeded your request. His words lacked their usual bite as he solemnly looked down at you and left you alone in the hallway. From that day and onwards you would stay by Judar’s side and the white and pink rukhs would flutter around you without fail. Every time Judar saw you all he would do was scoff and carry on with his day (while occasionally ordering you around.). He kept you around for entertainment and the small price of curiosity. How come your white rukh hadn’t turned black yet? It was a wonder to him and he wanted to see how long it would take for you to break. Maybe it was sick of him to continue being around you, after all, you two were polar opposites. Being around him could lead you into becoming corrupted. It was something he would both love and hate to witness. It almost seemed impossible for you to fall into depravity, after all you were filled and surrounded by so much light. All of these unanswered questions kept him around you and it intrigued him. You intrigued him and he doesn’t like to let go of his fascinations. 

The day that you were told that Judar wasn’t alive anymore, it was the same day your spirit had been broken. You had gotten so used to being by Judar’s side that when he had disappeared, you became more distraught by the day. There was a war teetering on the edge of setting the world into flames and you were sought to stop it. What could you do? You didn’t belong to any side..not Magnostadt, not the Reim Empire, not the Kou Empire, and certainly not Sindria. You belonged to Judar’s side. It seemed everyone wanted to your power now that your ‘guard dog’ was no longer around you, but you never viewed him that way. You admired him and after spending so much time with him you began to care for him. You felt something close to love for him but the feeling didn’t fully embrace the l-word. 

Did he know that the others would use you to get to him? Did he know that he had left you a complete and utter mess? That each night you would stay up reading scrolls to find out where he had gone? 

Staring into his crimson eyes with your own (e/c) eyes, you found every answer to your question and more. So why wouldn’t he say it? He looked at you with such disappointment and somber, you wanted to shake the answers out of him. The most infuriating thing was that he hadn’t said a word to you. You wanted to plead and beg for him to talk to you and help you out of the mess that you had been dragged into, yet you couldn’t find it within yourself to do so. Your heart had left you as soon as you stepped on the battlefield.  Keeping eye contact with Judar you asked him a simple question of “What do you see when you look in my eyes?” and was met with silence. Another unexpected answer coming from Judar. If he had asked what you saw you would’ve told him that you see death in all of its glory. Death when it’s regretful of taking away life when it comforts those on the way to the afterlife and when it provides peace after being hurt. So, what did he see in yours? Surely, it must’ve upset him but what could you do about it now? You weren’t proud of the person you became but you had to survive. You had to because you were all alone in a vicious world. So, you asked again “Judar..what do you see when you look in my eyes?” desperation was at the tip of your tongue but you didn’t mind. Not when it came to Judar who had comforted you before your downfall. He kept silent as he kept looking at you with sad apologetic eyes, which was another thing that surprised you. Judar was never one to display his full unfiltered emotions around you, so why do it now? Was it because of your surprising reunion? Another beat of silence passed between you two as he pulled you close to his chest and finally, he had whispered, “I see death.”. 

Huh, how ironic. Death wasn’t as evil as you believed he was.