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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
Bullied On Our Friendly Website DA
There was once a two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out.
But a famous author set to put them out.
She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red.
And here’s what she said,
“Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!”
The tiny authors wept and cried.
Wondering was it because they picked a side.
Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else
they wouldn't have suffered being a different self?
The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left.
But the dainty female author stayed behind. However
The light within her grew dimmer and dimmer.
And its glow became barely a shimmer.
Her originality became to be like everything else she owned: plastic.
She wasn't real anymore; just another author following the trends.
All hope was lost.
No one to come save her.
Sadness reigned within her,
making her shallow and pale as Frost.
Suckerpunch SweetheartRed lipstick war paint
I am a soldier in my own war;
A force split in two sides.
I am a force of nature
Bring about my own rapture
And I’ll bring you to your knees.
Little girl lost.
Cut off my hair
Cut into my skin
Pretty princess girl
Let me in
Let me in.
Sugar in my veins
And poison in my heart;
I can turn blood
Into a work of art.
I won’t go there again
Won’t do it
A sea of hands
In my head.
A universe inside.
Just what's inside.
V o i c e s
These whispers in my head,
trying to push me to the end.
All I want is to go home,
but then I remember,
I've always been alone.
i cradle my hope
with both hands,
as if holding it close
will give it the warmth
to stay alive.
when you come near
it flares and rustles,
begging to take flight;
yet i am both caress
we have confused our signals,
mixed our drinks and
closure looms ominous
but i would rather forget
than be caught in this
luminous void of
i am weak
you are blind,
perhaps we could be
if only we spoke.
you have unknowingly
in helical fundamentals
about my identity,
shaped me in
the embers of
i wish i knew
when to release
this frail hope.
we're both drunk
and you're shaking,
caught in a moment
neither here nor now.
bring you back to
the present, and i linger
but you are eager to eclipse
so you run.
i'm too afraid to ask,
but at least the question's
we're both cowards.
bound in retrospectpart i.
about wreckage and dreaming,
about nights wept weary,
and how city limits
compress to claim you
when you run.
away early mo(u)rning
and choosing dark over light;
how eventually i stopped
wishing upon stars
what’s the point.
there is no true way
for someone this self-conscious
to let loose streams of
but i'm trying.
you are an immersion
racing down my spine,
along vertebrae as if
they belong to you
but they shouldn’t,
you are long-limbed eyelashes,
a study in faux-reluctance.
you are a cage
i never could penetrate
although you never had much trouble
ignoring my reluctance;
penetration became a game
i never won.
this was never a love story,
but add enough adjective
and i guess it can be
whatever you want it to be.
warped to your ideal,
turn me to my better angle
and hide the flaws;
hide the fa
he/himsomeone came out to me recently, asked me to use
his correct pronouns when we’re alone,
but says whenever i’m over at his home,
‘please could you switch back to the wrong ones? i don’t
want my parents to know who i am.’ so every time i sit at their table
for mashed potatoes and peas, i listen to a father asking
his son how her day was and i hear him start to think that he’s alone
and i watch every wrong word they say strike like an axe into
the trunk of a young sapling who’s just
starting to grow into his own.
i know they don’t know better, but it’s hard not
to hate them when i am censoring every word i say
before it comes out of my mouth, changing secrets into
dinner time conversations, because a boy does not feel
safe enough in his own skin to come clean about something
as pure as the foundation he has been built upon.
later he tells me that he wishes he were strong enough
to just tell them, but he knows his father still
has the c
Demons Can Feel TooI'll admit that I'm a demon.
I'm cold and cruel,
Hateful and quick to anger.
I prefer darkness over light.
But demons can have feelings too.
I can be hurt, offended.
I can be sympathetic.
I can care for other people
And I can love.
I may be a cruel being.
Excessively so at times.
But that doesn't make me heartless.
Though I may seem so,
I do have a heart.
And I do use it.
Just not often.
Because the problem with having a heart
Is it can be broken.
And I don't want a broken heart.
I think maybe that's why demons seem so cruel and hateful.
They're just afraid of getting hurt.
Can I Get a Receipt?I gave the world
and all I got
is bloodied, mutilated wrists
and a death wish.