#hakuei ren

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

I love the headcanons of magi and i wanna request headcanons for Hakuei and Myron,separated,to find old burn scars in the body of her s/o and when asks her s/o said that her older brother made her the burns

Myron can't help but ask where her s/o got the burn scars from, she was thinking that it was most likely some form of battle but was not prepared for the answer. She would have been outraged that anyone had the audacity to that to her s/o, let alone their own older brother. If she ever catches their older brother in person, she promises she's going throw him through a wall for doing that to them. She's dead serious too. He will be catching those hands.

Hakuei doesn't ask the first time she spots the burns on her s/o. Waiting for the possibility that they would bring them up on their. She does when they are alone, find herself tracing her fingers along the old burns wondering where her s/o got them from. When they do share that information, she is furious to find out that their own brother is responsible. Demanding know why he would do such a thing to his own sibling. Regardless of their answer, she ensures that should their older brother ever attempt to come see them - he has to come through her first.

[chaotictoon]

Warrier Princess

Character that are fighters and are royal

[beauty-marked-beauties]

Today's Beauty-Marked Beauty is: Hakuei Ren from Magi - The Labyrinth of Magic

[babymagi]

[animepopheart]

★ 【萌子芽】 「 四季绘景 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

[laemkrel555]

[sitroh-soda0pop]

[m-rc2525]

Valentine's Day

[linelle-v]

Come forth, Paimon!

[pan-magi]

Have some ladies for Women's History Month <3

[lmurray]

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

A need headcanons of pisti and hakuei (magi)with a ganyu like!s/o please

Hakuei:

-Hakuei find her s/o's work ethic incredibly admirable. Very rarely does she seem to catch them idle, always on the move elsewhere within the palace to carry on a task elsewhere. They remind her greatly of Koumei. Especially, when she catches them dozing off elsewhere.

-She'll immediately wake them up upon catching them, directing them to go rest somewhere more comfortable. Despite this being a normal occurrence her s/o still seems quite flustered every time she catches them sleeping. "Maybe if you ensured you got the proper amount of rest, you wouldn't doze off in such strange places."

-She's memorised the look her s/o makes when they suddenly remember something they forgot. To the point where she doesn't even grow startled when they bolt upright at random mid-conversation. "What did you forget this time?" Only shaking her head with a smile when they quickly dart off to rectify their mistake.

Pisti:

-Pisti will straight up tell her s/o they work too much. "Seriously between you and Ja'far it's a wonder that there's any work left to do." She's the type to drag them away from work to go and do something fun. Or to make sure they actually get a reasonable amount of sleep.

-If she catches her s/o sleeping in a strange place, she will tease them about it. There was an incident where the fell asleep at the dock and got loaded onto a ship leaving the port, they woke up in another country. Pisti, has never let them live it down. She cried with laughter when they confessed it to her upon their return.

-She should be used to them randomly freaking out about some information they forgot to pass on mid-conversation. But she still is stunned when they start panicking about something they forgot to mention to Sinbad. To the point where they are already gone by the time she thinks of something to say.

[sayakxmi]

[Magi reread] Night 25: Paimon

Magi used to be more classic shounen-y at the beginning. Then shit got serious.

Good quesiton.

Yep, that's what you are.

Good news, everybody, Seishun is alive!

Seishun looks kinda like Alibaba sans horn, and Hakuei looks like she's dying inside.

Touch

KA-BOOM (Yes, Rico, ka-boom)

Genshin fandom wishes that was their Paimon. But also I cut it, because I don't like her design.

Cool makeup tho. (wiggle wiggle wiggle)

Lmao.

Look at him

I can't with that goddamn flute.

LMAO

Hakuei's face's like "Paimon, tf are you talking about..."

I was wondering for some time if that was a translation error, and, yeah, it seems to be. Magi choose kings.

That's even bigger error. She's not selected to be a magi, she's selected BY a magi. Yeah, yeah, I know we all know that, but I still felt the need to point it out.

Oh, hi, yet another shitty father.

Bro be chillin

How can you eat it like that and not be bothered by all that juice, ugh.

Top 3 characters whose name the fandom cannot agree on how to spell. I go with Judar.

Lmao

I hate JuHaku, mostly because the fandom made me dislike it over time (not that I've ever been a fan, but used to be more neutral), but I can definitely imagine Judar having a one-sided crush on Hakuryuu for, like, half of his life. Shame Hakuryuu got married to Morgiana, and is now living his best life in Reim, owning a very popular restaurant. Because that's definitely what happened, and you won't tell me otherwise.

Hi, edgier Zuko Hakuryuu

You did. By accident. But you love him, so you don't mind. It was probably fate, anyway.

He's thinking about him ;;

A shitton of things have changed. But there's also so much that didn't.

Aladdin has two goals - find his bestie, and find who he is. You go, little magic boy, you go.

[everykoumeipanel]

Night 366, The Coward

[yamraihasgirlfriend]

Started this a long time ago for my bestie, @babymagi , but got around to finishing it today! Hakuryuu with his service doggo and his two emotional support cats ♡

thinking about if like, in a modern au, or maybe in Magi canon ig, if Hakuryuu is blind in his scarred eye would he be eligible for a service dog?

because that's a whole physical disability

and also I think Hakuryuu with a pupper would be really cute

specifically some kind of husky or malamute breed

[kaen-ace-of-diamonds]

On the Road Again

Word Count: 1290 (one chapter)

[AO3]

Genre: Family/Fluff

Pairings: Judal/Hakuryuu, Paimon/Hakuei, Gyokuen/Hakutoku

Characters: Ren family, Judal, Yamato Takeruhiko, Paimon

Summary: Modern AU, Everyone Lives AU. The Ren family gets together for a trip. Hakuryuu wonders whether it's a good idea to stick all of them in an RV for several hours.

~0~

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older?

Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long

And wouldn’t it be nice to live together

In the kind of world where we belong?”

- Wouldn’t It Be Nice, The Beach Boys

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At first, Hakuryuu had been staunchly opposed to the idea of taking a family road trip. Hakuyuu, in his more diplomatic way, had voiced some concerns as well. However, their father had quelled their objections — well, most of them — simply by unlocking the door to a three-bedroom RV. He had to hand it to Dad: he didn’t build an international real estate empire by not knowing how to bring together a gaggle of squabbling and clashing personalities. 

Hakuei had already been halfway there, and hearing Paimon’s squeal of delight when she showed her the floor plans on her phone had sealed the deal for her. Hakuryuu had been similarly convinced when the official “significant others are allowed” rule had been announced. Hakuren had already been in, because he had zero ability to anticipate conflict or risk to himself, which had been half of convincing Hakuyuu. The other half had been promising him the steering wheel for the majority of the trip. 

Their mother, of course, had been convinced the second Hakutoku opened the door to the wine fridge. 

“Are we there yet?” Hakuren moans, sprawling out on his bunk while Takeru sympathetically pats his shoulder, his voice drowning out the low babble of Worst Cooks in America from the wall TV.

Hakuryuu, looking up from the dining table, thinks that his brother could stand to be a little bit more flexible, seeing as they had expanded that “significant others” rule to include “bro roommates” specifically for him. He might say so, but as usual, he’s spoken over before he can even open his mouth.

“Hakuren, my sweetheart,” Gyokuen drawls from the passenger seat, absently turning the stem of the empty glass in her hand, “you are thirty years old.”

“I’m too used to flying! I forgot how long a three hundred mile trip actually is...”

Hakuei gently adjusts Paimon, who had fallen asleep on her shoulder about thirty miles ago, so she can turn from the TV to smirk up at her brother. “Well, if you don’t like it in here, maybe you should have gone with Kouen and everybody? Or, even easier, just taken a ride with Aunt Arba?”

There’s a beat of silence as all four siblings seriously consider that, flashing back to their high school driving lessons with chills up their spines, and then burst out laughing at once. 

“Huh?! What’s going on?!” Paimon yelps, startled awake by the noise. 

Taking up as much as he can of the booth next to Hakuryuu, Judal reaches across the table to grab an apple from the fruit bowl and tosses it at her, grinning. “We’re appreciating that we haven’t been driven off a cliff yet, keep up.”

Gyokuen’s lip curls, and she leans over to uncork a new bottle of white wine. “Hakuyuu, darling, floor it, will you? If my sister really is going to meet us all there, I’d like to have at least a few hours of peace up at the house first.”

Hakuyuu just keeps smiling, turning the wheel carefully as they make another turn around the mountainside. “Not a chance. Remember what Dad said? We’re all relaxing if it kills us and the drive counts.”

Gyokuen rolls her eyes. “All right. But just don’t expect me to be nice to her, even if throwing a punch is off the table.”

“Don’t worry, we don’t. I don’t think she does either.” Looking over his brother’s shoulder, all Hakuryuu can see right up to the horizon is a sea of deep green pine trees. Through the window open a crack above his head, he can smell them, too. “It could be worse, Mother. Your father could have figured out where the vacation house is.”

“Oh! Don’t even say that!” 

Takeru raises an eyebrow. “Is this David guy really that bad?”

Judal snorts and gestures next to him with a half-eaten peach; he seems to have claimed the fruit bowl as his personal serving dish. “I was there at the last Christmas party he crashed a while back. He put Hakuryuu’s arm on top of the tree.”

“What?!”

Hakuryuu stretches out in the booth around the table, pointedly scraping one metal heel on the floor and flexing the stiff fingers of his prosthetic arm. “Hakuyuu and Dad helped me get it down and put it back on. Mom, Aunt Arba, and Uncle Solomon were too busy grabbing the swords off the mantle and chasing him back to his car.”

“Ugh,” says Paimon, joining Hakuei, Hakuren, and Takeru in a collective shiver. “What a piece of work.”

“You don’t know the half of it. But, silver linings: that was the year Kouha taught me to play Uno to distract me,” Hakuryuu says, pulling the deck in its well-worn box out of his jacket pocket. “By kicking my ass at it, I might add. Anyone want to see if I’ve gotten any better?”

“Before he cleans us all out at the house, you mean,” Hakuren grumbles. “All right, we can go a few rounds before I switch with Yuu.” 

“Hakuren, I’m all right—”

“We’re going to stop, you’re going to take a fucking nap, and you’re going to like it,” says Hakuren brightly, without looking at his older brother. “Takeru, you in?”

Takeru is already scuttling down the ladder to the loft, while Hakuei and Paimon turn off the TV and make their way to the table. Hakuei looks over to the front seats. “Mom? How about you?”

Gyokuen watches the six of them squeezing into the booth with a critical eye, then sighs and rises from the passenger seat, half-full glass in hand. “All right. But if any of you leave me holding half the deck again you’re out of my will.”

“I’ll take that risk,” Hakuryuu says brightly. He, Hakuei, and Paimon scoot the few inches they have left to scoot so she can take a spot at the end of the booth, trying very hard to look dignified while trying to balance herself on the edge.

Hakuren shuffles and deals out the cards with professional flair; Hakuryuu has always enjoyed the sound. On his left shoulder, Hakuei sits up deliberately straight, gaze fixed on her own hand so as not to catch an accidental glimpse of his or Paimon’s cards. On his right, now that all his space has been taken over, Judal is slumped against his whole side like an oversized cat, eyes shamelessly flicking to the hands of anyone who leaves their cards unguarded. 

The window is still open, but no one suggests shutting it to protect against the wind. Hakuryuu’s glad: he likes the fresh air, the way the sunlight plays on all their faces and makes their eyes even brighter than usual. 

It’s good. Plain and simple. He’s known since he was little how to count his blessings.

His limbs have been lost. His face has felt flame. But Hakuryuu has never once been unsure of his footing. He has never known a life where he could not reach out for help and have his family grab his hand tight. The idea that a world could exist where not only was he too full of fear and hatred to reach out at all, but that nobody would be there to catch him if he did, is inconceivable to him.

Right now, Hakuryuu’s world narrows down to the cool mountain breeze teasing his hair, the scent of pine trees and the purring engine, and the chatter of the people he loves most all around him.