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Magi: Not a magician 7 (Judal x Reader)
7. Revealing the truth
You left the room quickly and closed the door, leaving Kouen Ren inside to finish his papers. The corridor was empty.
As you had promised Judal, you didn’t say a word about your nightmares. Your hand touched the scar involuntarily, and it made you shiver. You knew that Judal was searching for more information that could help you.
You walked towards the window, and leaned on it. Outside Kouha was working out with his tutor. On the left, some people dressed in black and white were talking quietly, and on the right, you saw a cute gray cat playing among the flowers. You smiled and took a deep breath.
If it hadn’t been for Judal, you wouldn’t have experienced such a life.
You adjusted the bow on your dress and walked to the library. At the end of the meeting you had asked Kouen if you could use the library and he had agreed. A smile formed on your lips as you pushed the door and entered the large, bright room. The scent of old paper
Magi: You are ugly,you are pretty (Kouha x Reader)Kouha Ren. The Third Prince of the Kou Empire.
Kouha Ren. The man who was unpredictable.
Kouha Ren. Your crush.
Actually, you didn’t realize when you fell for him. This feeling was in your heart from the beginning, and you didn’t want to give it up. Even if he didn’t care about you. Even if he didn’t look at you.
Hiding in a corner, you listened to him as he praised his servants, reiterating how beautiful they were. They didn't mind having their face slapped because it was a slap from Prince Kouha himself. And there was nothing strange about you also wishing for the same treatment.
Because in that case, he would have to look at you.
He would have to touch you.
But you were ugly. Hideous. Disgusting. Nasty.
You couldn’t stand it! Quickly you left the hall and ran towards your room. There, you stood in front of the mirror and touched its surface. Empty eyes. Thin lips. Straight hair. Gray skin discolorations. Your knuckles smashed the mirror. The broken
Magi: No one has to know (Koumei x Reader)You stood in front of the doors, and looked discreetly at the Second Imperial Prince. It was already afternoon and you came to call him for dinner. However, you weren't able to walk any further and say anymore because it would disturb him.
He sat on a bench, his back to you, as he feed the pigeons. His moves were slow, yet fluid and hypnotic. And those birds around him... You didn't like pigeons, but you had to admit that, especially when the sun was shining so brightly, the whole scenery was breathtaking.
You looked away for a second and cleared your throat.
"Prince," you called after you took a step closer. He turned his face to you. You blushed at once and bowed. "D-dinner is ready". He nodded and stood up. The pigeons flew away; only some of them stayed to eat the leftovers.
"What's for dinner?" he asked as he walked by.
"Smoke squid, my Prince," you bowed again. It was only a glance, but you saw a tiny smile playing on his lips. You knew it was his favourite dish, and that's why y
Magi: Not a magician 6 (Judal x Reader)6. No more fire
Some minutes passed and you were finally breathing calmly. Judal was sitting on the bed’s edge, twirling his wand in the hands. You looked at his bare back, long, dark hair and strong arms. Day by day he seemed more and more attractive for you.
Suddenly he stood up and walked towards the door.
“Judal!” You cried as you stood up and caught his arm. He stopped, so you hid your face between his shoulder blades. “Don’t leave me, please…”
He glanced over his shoulder and frowned.
“You dream about those things since being a child. Shouldn’t you resign yourself to fate?”
You froze, but then quickly stood in front of him.
“I don’t think that you’re the best person to say so.” You looked into his eyes and took a deep breath. “It was YOU who took me from my home, it was YOU who decided to take care of me, so DO what I’m asking for!
Kuroshitsuji - I Love You (Snake x Reader)You remembered him as he was a small child, alone, lost, without home. He was different. He seemed to be empty. His eyes were so cold…
Then you met him again in London. You saw the circus going down the street, inviting for their performance. You wanted to go, but you weren’t able to.
One night you were heading to your house, when suddenly you felt an incredible pain in your chest. You fell on your knees and spited your blood. People came closer, but they didn’t want to help you. Because of blood. Because you were lying on the street, pale, your face covered in red. She’s dying, you could hear.
It was the third time you met him.
“I’ll help you, says Oscar.”
“… and you have a dance lesson at 5 p.m., my lord.”
“What’s this for? Lizzy knows already that I cannot dance.”
“It’s impossible to avoid this, since… ”
You turned your head as the door opened and Sebastian entered
Magi: Not a magician 5 (Judal x Reader)
5. The story
Three days passed. Everyone was bored. No wind, no enemies, no sea creatures, no entertainment. You were sitting on Hakuryuu’s bed, this boy on your left and Kouha on your right. You chose another card and put it on a duvet. Hakuryuu put his one on yours and Kouha sighed.
‘Fuuuuck youuu’ he cooed, putting his card and losing everything.
‘It’s the third day of playing this game and you are still losing’ Hakuryuu was saying ‘Even (Name) learnt how to play and is better than you.’
‘She has her tricks, it’s unfair!’ Kouha sighed and tossed all his cards away. You growled.
‘You’re going to destroy the cards if you throw them away like this!’ You cried. Kouha shrugged.
‘Don’t care. We have a lot of cards in our Palace.’
You were playing with princes after all…
You stretched out and looked through the little window. Sea. Sea. Everywhere you looked – se
Magi: Not a magician 4 (Judal x Reader)4. The promise
When you left your village, carrying a heavy bag with you, he sighed. You looked at him, but he only waved his hand. You didn’t ask about anything till you reached the nearest town. You were literally dying. You’ve never sweated so much like now and what’s more, you didn’t feel your legs. Judal told you to sit on a bench and wait for him. You nodded, heavy breathing.
It was already a dead of the night. The moon was big and bright and the cold wind was caressing your cheeks. You couldn’t think clearly about your current situation. It was just too ridiculous and unreal for you.
Suddenly something covered the moon. You couldn’t believe your eyes.
‘What is it?!’ you gasped. Judal sighed and jumped off of the flying carpet.
‘Don’t you tell me that you thought we are going all the way on foot’ he said and put your bag on the carpet. ‘Come on, sit on it’
You looked at it with
Magi: Not a magician 3 (Judal x Reader)
3. Magi of the Kou Empire
Those twenty minutes were the shortest twenty minutes in your life. You’ve never hurried so much like now. You wore plain, white dress and told your parents that you would be late for dinner. Then you left your house, stressed out and curious. He was leaning against the spruce, looking at you. You gulped and went closer.
‘Fine’ he said. ‘Let’s go to the forest’.
‘Is it necessary?’ you asked, having a quick glance at your home.
‘I don’t want anyone to disturb us’ he said and went towards the forest. You tried to keep his rate, which was really difficult because of your tiredness. When you finally reached the place, he turned around to look at you. You stopped and bit your lower lip.
‘Okay, Birdie’ Judal sat on a fallen bough and invited you to sit next to him. When you did it, he said: ‘You claim that you dream about me, that it was me who told you about rukh and
Magi: Not a magician 2 (Judal x Reader)2. The last chance
Fire again. The walls are collapsing, making you feel small and powerless. You are looking around, trying to see through the grey smoke. You are calm and silent. No one could care about your shout.
Because – you thought bitterly – no one is there.
As far as you knew, there were white butterflies and black birds behind those walls. Why were they the most beautiful things in that world? Butterflies and birds. They had wings which you could use to fly over the fire. Thanks them you could escape and survive.
You spread your arms and closed your eyes. Why couldn’t you just imagine that you are a bird, before you will burn?
‘Hey, your wings are burning, Birdie’.
You woke up. Your heart was beating very fast, your hands were incredibly hot. You sighed, trying to cool down. As you’d thought, the nightmare came to you again. Like in a vicious circle. Without stopp
You Are BeautifulHey there friend,
I have something I need to tell you -
You are beautiful.
Whether you are a cute little pixie
Or a voluptuous goddess;
Whether your body is a rolling landscape
Or a smooth, flat tropical beach.
This is something I really must stress -
You are beautiful.
Whether your hair is blonde
Or brown or black
Or red or green,
Long or short
Or tied up at the back
Or not there at all -
You are beautiful.
Whether you wear short skirts
Or button-up shirts,
Or torn up jeans
And band t-shirts;
Whether you dress all in pink
Or blue or black
Or every colour
To the sky and back -
You are beautiful.
Whether you don your make-up
Like war paint,
Or you wear none at all -
You are beautiful.
Whether your body is an art gallery
Of scars and stretch marks,
Or as smooth as honey;
Whether you hang out in parks
Or libraries or malls or bars -
You are beautiful.
Whether you stride around
As the magnificent force you are,
Or you ride a wheelchair
Like royalty in a carriage -
You are beautiful.
For those who are teasedPity those
who throw knives
at your back,
and they're left
with porcelain skin,
and broken knives.
he saved me, but he killed me.
i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.
it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes
you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than
you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me.
"what's your name?"
daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.
I looked at the rose in my hand.
you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.
i didn't understand
but I knew.
ii. i forgot about you for
1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,
my name, but i didn't recognize you
until i saw your eyes.
iii. my father fell and didn't stand back up again.
i screamed, and you carried me home.
iv. i didn't talk for a week.
i stared at the gray of the sky. it was the color of my father's eyes.
you sat next to me in the pouring rain,
Anxiety attackAs the attack begins,
I feel myself slipping away again.
And I question things that are better left unsaid.
And contemplate if I am better off dead.
My anxiety is killing me,
I feel my hands shaking.
And I am sobbing.
And am I dying?
I am just trying,
To get a grip.
But I feel my reality slip through my finger tips.
Nothing is real,
Except every bit of pain my mind forces me to feel.
Every memory that I had shoved away.
Is now racing around my brain.
It's driving me insane.
And my limbs turn to jello.
Every time my head hits the pillow,
Before I go to bed.
I start to panic and I am wide awake instead.
More thoughts are swarming around like a hurricane.
Make it stop!
And just like that,
The attack is gone.
God's PaintbrushI've learned that God's paintbrush is incredibly flawed,
with lashes picked at, and bristles torn nearly off.
I don't think everybody likes what God paints,
because we're always trying to smear it away.
We cut off a few pounds, or cut up some skin,
when we soil the paper, we throw it in the trash bin.
I think His paper has been sauntered with tears,
or blood, and vulgar language from our peers.
Like others have taken His brush and dipped it in oil,
and have painted themselves, in a way that's soiled.
I knew that God's paintbrush was incredibly flawed,
but that doesn't mean that we should change it at all.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” they say,
perhaps it would be better to keep it that way.
I'm incredibly certain that God makes no mistake,
I think that we do, when we try to be fake.
When we take His art into our own hands,
and when we ruin the strokes that He carefully commands.
I don't really think that God wants us to be perfect,
if so, then He wouldn't take th
Humans Are Like RagdollsMaybe humans are like ragdolls.
Some of us are manufactured,
With stitches that are a bit off.
And we get put back on the shelf.
While others are made perfectly,
Included with bows and pretty dresses.
But eventually we all get loose strings,
And we become such tattered, worn out things.
We all eventually pull at these loose ends
Until we all unravel.
And some can be sewn back together,
While others are broken forever.