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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
Words Are Powerful ThingsYou’re so angry
You let words swarm up inside.
Screaming to get out.
They yell and shout.
They sit there,
Turning into horrid things that should never be even whispered,
In the softest tone.
You get so angry
Cause you’re so afraid.
Like so many other people
You let your fear burst into rage.
The monstrous words inside of you
Refuse to remain in their cages.
You let those words escape your lips,
All of the sudden you feel like your words have killed someone.
As you see their face.
Words are suddenly bullets.
They’ve pierced your victim’s heart.
Fragments of a once pretty, friendship scatter on the floor.
The pieces so broken, I doubt you could find all of the shards to make it whole again.
There’s a slamming of a door.
Whether that be real,
Or just a metaphor.
To say you’ve been locked out,
From this once dear friend of yours.
I hope one day.
You’ll find better words
To form a key.
So you can find your way back to them.
I am LostMy thoughts are orcas
Trapped in bathtubs.
Within microcosms -
Stuck, glued tight,
Melting like Dali's clock,
In a cock fight
With my conscience.
Sometimes I forget
All that regret
Burning through -
A pain so forever
That I hardly ever
Feel it anymore.
A cut so deep and quick
That it stops -
Time is static -
Before it bleeds.
Fluttering in the wind.
So much to see.
My heart is vacant,
My lungs made of lead
And both are my enemies
Because I'd rather be dead.
But no I wouldn't.
I'm fake, made of a paper -
A corporate rock whore -
And I don't know
What I stand for.
But maybe I don't have to
Stand for anything -
A word without a definition
Still leaves a mark
On pure paper.
A meaningless spark
Can still become a fire.
A tickle of love
Can still become desire.
untitledthere are a thousand
unwritten love letters in your eyes
now I keep thinking about
and the color green
all I know is that
my skull's been
warriors traversing well worn paths
boots leaving tracks across
chests and necks
and it's comfortable
it's not like drowning
more like slowly lowering
into hot bathwater
and we are just skin and cosmos
bodies and words
our tongues landlocked
we are adrift in
our own little sea
we've plucked our wings
and now we can't fly
tell me the truth
that the sky's overrated
I'd rather be with you
on the ground
or buried beneath it
skeletons entwined truthfully
I've always thought heaven was
a pretty sort of lie
but I've read a book or two
or people's idea of it
and I disagree with myself
popping thought balloons
on the idea that heaven
is in the way your eyes
fold origami swans when you smile
that shitty laugh
that hollow above your heart
like your chest's caving i
Happy Songs on the RadioI don't write about happy things.
I don't listen to songs about romance.
I can't feel what the artist is singing so passionately about.
The longing to know what it's like makes me want to scream and shout.
The way people write and lace words together,
About how happy and perfect they see the world.
Has always been a stranger to me.
I wish I could see,
The way you did.
I really do.
I wish I could feel the same way as you.
To be able to hear the lyrics,
'I love you'
And picture someone to match those three words.
I wish I could hear these songs,
About how everything is perfect.
Absolutely nothing is wrong.
But I can't.
I hear those songs and I feel empty.
Because I can't feel what they're saying.
And I keep listening,
But I am just wasting my time
Trying but failing to relate.
When I hear the songs on the radio.
They make me squirm in my seat.
I feel happy but sad.
Something so bitter sweet.
Because part of me feels so happy for the person.
Who sings so happily.
But another, darker half.
I Am Only a MarionetteI am only a marionette
Dancing on a string
Forced to entertain the masses
For joy I'm meant to bring.
I am only a puppet,
A plaything to be shown.
I can't escape the mass's will
Or make decisions of my own.
I am just an instrument
Forced to bend to standards.
I cannot rise and free myself
Against society's banners.
I am only a marionette,
Made for other's sake,
Made to do as others wish
Until the day I break.
When the Sun RisesI miss the way you used to be.
I miss the way you'd smile at me.
How the joy would make the corners of your eyes crinkle.
You'd laugh softly.
Shaking your head,
I miss that.
How real it sounded.
I listened to you now,
And that old little light melody of laughter is no where to be found.
You still laugh
But your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.
I don't think I've ever met someone with such sad,
As you look upon yourself
And you can't help but despise what you see.
You used to walk,
With your head held high.
You don't anymore
You keep them glued to the floor.
Scared to acknowledge your train wreck of a life
That lays before you.
I still think you're beautiful though.
Even if you're growing faint
Like a sunset,
Falling into the darkness of the night.
With each slowly fading ray of light.
You're still perfect, and make people stop and stare in awe.
But just like the sun sets.
And you get pulled under into the dark of the night.
When all of your light is gone