#judar x reader
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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.
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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
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Hii I have a request to make!!
You do magi right?
I want a jealous judar x reader who is obvious
And the reason judar is jealous is because someone is flirting with reader
Jealous!Judar x reader
A/n : thank you for requesting! You have no idea how exited i was when i saw that you wanted a magi fanfic! Feel free to request again anytime soon mwah!
It was a saturday morning and you woke up fresher than ever, unlike the human rag sat beside you at the dinner table. You were finishing your breakfast and were getting ready to go out grocery shopping hoping to get some fresh fruits.
You were now in the bathroom fixing last details as your grumpy boyfriend came from behind you, laced his arms around your waist and rested his head in the croock of your neck - peppering it with kisses in the hope to sway you into getting back in bed, "was there really a need to wake up this early for grocery? I could just ask those useless royals to get your stuff" he grunted. You smiled wondering how you've not yet gotten tired of his daily antics? "I don't want to lose my habits and get over-dependent on your acquaintances dear". You turned around to reciprocate the hug, hopefully temporarily satisfying his clinginess.
Flash forward, the both of you are at the market. Smells of spices, perfumes and nectars are brought all around you by the wind of the kou empire. Being close to the sea ment that you could hear the waves crashing the shore and the boats ariving closer to the docs - the sensory experience making waking up early all worth it.
Bored out of his mind, Judar stood in a corner as you were bargaining with a marchent for a fairer price of sindrian canddles (you might have been carried away from the main objective of this outing again). Then suddenly, as swiftly as the wind, someone gives money to the marchent "who would dare to make such a fine person pay on this beautiful day" the stranger said.
He had looks above average and had was quite tall, probably the popular type, you would be lying if you denied you found him attractive. A soft smile never leaving his face he turns back to you inching closer "please let this be on me, and perhaps a drink ?".
Took by surprise you try to decline his kind offer "please keep your money, I can't accept." You gave a bow. For the worst, this interaction did not go unnoticed by judar, he marched while the poorly hid scowl on his face could have created a storm.
"Taken." Is all he said. His hand griped your waist twice harder than this morning and more than his love - you felt his possessiveness. With his free hands he shoves some of his money back to the man. The marchent had already fled to the back with the money the stranger had given him while waiting for the argument to difuse.
"Umm..." Stuck between two men, you couldn't help but get flustered - something that Judar did not like.
You're his to gaze at, his to kiss and admire, his to worship . You are only his.
You hurriedly gathered you belongings "Haha...well as much as i appreciate we have places to be at bye!!" An awkard laugh escapes as you push judar away.
The both of you are quickly teleported to your living room. Before you can try to appease your frowning partner he holds you by the wrist and wordlessly take you to your shared bedroom. He takes off your coat and shoes for you while mumbling curses at the unfortunate stranger.
"Judar...are you alright my love?" He rose at your words and embraced you, you both fell on the bed due to the sudden shift in weight.
One, two, three, four, you stoped counting the amount of time his lips met your skin.
By cyclical irony, he found himself here he started his day - cuddled up with you with his head hid in your collar. With some effort you moved the both of you underneath the blanket and stroked his hair, if you payed close attention you could hear him mutter 'mine' and words alike.
"I'm yours as you are mine, I won't let go of you"
The certain and confidant way these words rolled off of your tounge must have given him the comfort he needed to fall back asleep with one last kiss to your lips.
"Rest well "
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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
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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?
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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!”
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Girldad!Judar fluff cause brainrot took over
Judar would prob be the type of dad who will let his daughter play and put makeup on him even though she's little and hasn't have a clue on how to apply eyeshadow or any of the sort; if his little girl wants to play makeup he will sit down and let her use his face as a canvas. He'll end up looking like a total clown, but oddly enough he's fine with it--which is a lot coming from the magi, considering he takes great pride in his good looks, but his daughter's laughter is one of the very few things in the world that could melt the ice around his heart, so he goes through with it.
His daughter has him wrapped around her little finger no matter how much he refuses to admit it
#magi x reader#Judar x reader#Papa juju make brain go brrrrrr#Thinking about judar with a daddy's girl just sends me 🥺🥺
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The Cruelty of Love
Death has never really affected Judar, after all; who would he morn? He has no one close enough to consider a friend or family…
Yet what was this feeling? A horrid feeling that threatened to rip tears from his bloodshot eyes.
How long has it been since he last cried?
Months?
Years?
Decades?
He honestly did not know. Yet here he was, his arms cradling the broken body before him.
His beloved.
Their face was mangled to the point he could barely recognize them. Their frail body split and drenched in their own blood. Eye blown open with lips parted in a neverendingly scream. Their once lively body lay still and cold in his arms.
It had his fault.
He shouldn’t have gotten so attached. After all, it paints a target on one's back.
Yet he couldn’t help it. They were so bright, kind, and... Beautiful. It was impossible not to fall head over heels.
This horrid feeling… Is this the price of loving someone? The price of caring for someone so much, it feels like you’ve been torn apart when they die.
Or is it because this all could have been avoided?
If only he didn’t smile whenever they made a stupid joke.
Or laugh when they bumped into the wall.
Perhaps they would have been better off if he hadn’t meddled with his life.
He hated this.
Yet he knows he deserved every second of agony,
Love is certainly cruel.
#judar#magi x reader#magi labyrinth of magic#judar x reader#judar magi#angst#death#gender neutral y/n#x reader#y/n#Judar x y/n
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Judar Headcanons...
El contexto de los hc es en el que tu eres un soldado del imperio kou y eres hombre... (●♡∀♡)
Tw : Sangre, suicidio, +18?
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• Judar es timido en el tema del amor, por ello, cuando esta cerca de su pareja se pone nervioso y sonrojado, su cuerpo empieza a sudar y su mente a sobrepasar, llevandolo a pensamientos lujuriosos de el con su pareja.
• Judar es masoquista.
• Le gusta que le hagas mimos, por que cuando era niño no recibió ningun tipo de cariño de nadie. Su niño interior busca amor.
• Tu fuiste el primero en estar interesado en el, pero judar fue el mas interesado en ti.
• La espalda de Judar es sensible, entonces tu lo molestas dando le caricias, de este modo el se venga de ti mordiendo tu mano. (No muy fuerte, el se preocupa por ti).
• En el arco de Mangnostadt*Eres uno de los mas grandes generales del imperio de kou, y tu deber es ir a la guerra por tu imperio. Podrás acabar perdiendo la vida, por ello, judar trata de detenerte, pero no lo logra, por lo tanto te deja unos cuantos hechizos que protegerán tu vida. Te despide con una melancólica cara.
• Despues de tener s3x0 a judar le gusta restregarse en tu pierna dando se placer a si mismo.
• Judar sufre de ansiedad a causa de esto cuando no estas cerca de el empieza a temblar y lagrimear asustado.
• Los dos tuvieron que esconder su relacion por años por el peligro que con llevaba que un magi estuviera con un soldado comun. El mago oscuro se pone celoso cuando chicas se acercaban a ti con claras intenciones de seducirte. El actuaba como un niño para alejarlas, por qué el sabia que te gustaba ese lado de el.
• Durante el s3x0 judar te muerde en diversas partes de tu cuerpo, tu le dices que no lo haga por que lo veran todos (tu uniforme de soldado expone mucha piel), el aun asi lo sigue haciendo con claras intenciones de marcarte.
• Hubo un dia en el que pelearon por que judal se puso en peligro al ir solo a un pais enemigo, así que discutieron. Le dijiste que querias tomarte un tiempo, que querias pensar calmadamente las cosas... fue un error. Despues de unas horas escuchaste de un soldado que el mago oscuro esta en un estado critico, te apuraste y lo encontraste en una cama con una venda ensangrentada y parte de su brazo estaba fuera de la cama de ahi goteaba sangre.
Al rato judal desperto y hablaron las cosas, los dos lloraron hasta que sus ojos dolieran. Terminaron teniendo s3x0 dos dias seguidos. (ʃƪ＾3＾）
• La primera vez que se vieron judar toma interes en ti inmediatamente, por ello, siempre buscaba la oportunidad de molestarte pero hasta que un dia le gritaste enojado que parara, cuando volteaste ya listo para irte oíste un sollozo, volteaste encontrandote con un niño lloron tratando de limpiarse sus propias lágrimas.
• A judar le gusta tu olor, por ello cuando dejas tu uniforme de soldado te lo roba a escondidas para mastur4b4c con ello.
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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
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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
#judar#judal#magi judal#magi the kingdom of magic#magi the labyrinth of magic#magi the adventures of sinbad#sinbad#Magi men#magi judar#hakuryuu#x reader
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I may or may not have done a magi series but I don’t know if I should post….
#magi manga#magi the labyrinth of magic#reader x character#hakuryuu#judar magi#aladdin magi#alibaba#morgiana
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❀5𝕶 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙❀
𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧!
𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨!
Dear Gepard, [hsr, romantic]
Dear Dan Feng Heng, [hsr, romantic, male reader]
Dear Kazuha, [genshin impact, fwb, oc x canon]
Dear Pom-pom, [hsr, platonic]
Dear Judar, [magi, romantic]
#nobu.writes#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#self aware honkai star rail#self aware genshin#nanbaka x reader#creepypasta x reader#magi x reader#magi the kingdom of magic#magi the labyrinth of magic#kimetsu no yaiba x reader#demon slayer x reader#obey me x reader#hetalia x reader#trigun x reader#trigun stampede x reader#vinland saga x reader#5k followers
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MASTERLIST
May fate guide you to your desired destination, but first, wont you take a reading break with me ?
GENSHIN IMPACT---
guilt•
First idea
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Only fictional?•
Original brain rott
More brain rott
Chapter 1
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MONDSTADT
Bennett-
Friendship hcs
Venti-
Venti x adopted!reader
INAZUMA
Thoma-
Cant help falling in love (event)
Kazuha-
A christmas in love (event)
A new beginning (event)
Kunikusushi/Scaramouche/wanderer-
Modern au hcs
MAGI---
Judar-
Jealous!judar x reader
Kouen Ren-
Kouen Ren x sunny! Reader
Muu Alexius-
Muu Alexius x cold!fem!reader
Sinbad-
Possessive!sinbad x reader
Sinbad x ex-wife!reader
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Judar — Butterfly, Paralyzed
PAIRING: Judar/Reader | Judal/Reader
WORD COUNT: 7.6k
TYPE: Angst, Fluff
WARNING(S): Implied Head Injury, TBI Memory Loss, Ableism from background characters
I.
You stretch and reach and curl your fingers around one peach, like picking fruit is something you read about in a book. That's how you do everything, though, nowadays. The tree dwarfs your figure, scattered shadows littering your skin, that same confused smile on your face, and the sun dips behind you, painting everything orange and red and green.
Judar isn't sure what he feels when he watches you like this — just a twinge of something. He doesn't have to anymore, he supposes, because you're not... you don't interest him, or so he says.
He emerges then. He could levitate around you, if he so wishes, because maybe you would scream and make him laugh, but he approaches you slowly. On foot. Bare toes scratching against the grass. You don't react to him either, because you're always so dazed.
"You're such a dimwit," Judar says in place of a greeting.
"Oh."
He sighs dramatically, though there's no need. It's not like you asked him to do anything, but he spins his wand around anyway, and before you know it, all the peaches fall off their branches and surround you. The one you'd been reaching for hits you in the face, and you rub at the spot with a smile.
"Oh! They fell!" You clap once, twice, eyes darting around with wonder.
"'Course they did," he says. "When I order the Rukh to do something, it happens. It's magic. Idiot."
"Oooh! You did it." Your eyes sparkle like you're impressed. Like it's the first time.
His hands find his hips and he preens at the praise, not because it matters, but because a compliment is a compliment. "Pretty great, aren't I?" A nod. Then he comes closer, hand moving around your shoulder, cheek resting against yours. "What're you doing out here, anyway?"
You frown, gaze trailing down to your shoes. "I feel like there was a reason, but I don't remember."
"'Course you don't," Judar reiterates, separating himself from you, and then gestures grandiosely around. You notice all the peaches which fell are floating and gathering towards his carpet, coaxing a gasp out of you. "So since you're obviously so helpless, and I'm so generous, just ask me next time if you're so pathetically hungry, m'kay?"
"I'm sorry, Mister. You know I just forget sometimes."
Judar narrows his eyes at you with distaste. Pinching the flesh of your cheek between his fingers, he pulls at it, making you tear up a little. "Ugh," he groans. "How many times do I have to tell you? It's Judar, not Mister. I'm an important guy, y'know? Not some hag!"
"I know, Mister."
"Judar."
"Judar," you repeat.
That makes him grin, but you're not sure why, though his glee is one of conceit.
"But isn't taking all the peaches bad?" you ask. "What if someone, what if, you know, what if they want to eat peaches too?"
Judar shrugs, irked. "Who gives a shit? It's not the only peach tree in the world!"
i.
"Oi!" You slapped the boy's grubby little fingers away from your peaches. "You can't eat those if you don't pay."
That didn't seem to stop him. Instead, he graced you with a manic grin and snatched three more of them at once, juggling them without effort. "Who cares what you say, idiot? If I want them, I'm gonna take them."
"Oh, what? You think just because you're 'The High Priest,'" you said, putting air quotes around his title and pronouncing it in a snooty tone, "you can do anything you want? Give me a break."
"I can kill you where you stand," Judar said plainly, though he noted it didn't phase you. Instead, you rolled your eyes and jumped over the wooden stand as if to chase him away. However, you failed to intimidate him, just like he couldn't scare you off.
They weren't empty words though, and you knew it as well as he did. Judar took delight in raising hell — killing, using his gift to kill and cause misery and destruction. But sometimes... Sometimes that wasn't enough. It was too easy when those who weren't special were fragile and easy to break, and using spells to get rid of them wasn't enough to sate his itch for violence, even if he was bursting with excess power. And because of that (it would've been so... so... boring!), even though he could've struck you down and ran away with all the fruit you were selling, he chose not to.
"Hmph. You people from the Kou Empire think you can take over all these countries and boss everyone around," you snapped, not bothering to hide your hatred towards this recent development.
What did you know about him, then? Nothing. Nothing at all; not enough to see the way every servant hurried to satisfy him because leaving Judar bored or unhappy would bring nothing but calamity and not enough to know what you were dealing with. You were both kids, but you weren't equal, and surely you were the one who was more naïve.
It had to be a physical altercation, then. He tackled you and you bit his arm and he scratched at your skin and you poked his eye and he kicked you, then spat in your face until you punched him in the nose. Then he recoiled away from you, holding his bleeding, bruised nose, and you reclaimed what he had stolen and ducked behind the imaginary safety of your vendor, triumphant.
Judar considered taking away your life, but he reappraised. When his conviction to take revenge waned, he returned to the palace wordlessly.
II.
You always sway from side to side when you walk now, unable to even keep a straight line, — not for long, anyway — like your feet are unsure, but it doesn't stop you from trudging through the thick rabble near the bazaar day after day. Dancing like a clueless idiot that has never heard of social cues, hands in the air and all, and remaining oblivious to the judgemental stares all the civilians would give you. There's a mix of disgust and curiosity in the way they observe you.
And they don't just look, they observe, like you're a thing, there for their entertainment.
Someone tries to reach for you, grab you and restrain you. It's not the first time because you're vulnerable and out of your wits. And it's not the first time Judar pushes a middle-aged man to the ground and sneers at him like he's some kind of wart between his toes, either.
"Hey, dummy." Judar picks his ear while calling out to you, but then he extends his hand to pat you on the shoulder just in case you don't recognize his voice. It's for naught, though, since you halt your step and turn around to face him. "Are you so incompetent you can't pay attention to your surroundings? Jeez, I'm great and all, but I'm not always gonna be here to bail you out!"
"I'm sorry, Mister, but I don't know what you're talking about."
He glares at you, for your imprudence maybe, but all he resolves to do is flicking your forehead. "It's Judar," he reminds through gritted teeth, like he always does, but his patience is running thin. That's what you call everyone now. It's always Mister this, Miss that, but he isn't just anyone. "You never notice, 'cause you're a dimwit."
"I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing. It's annoying."
Your lips part to spell it out again, your favorite phrase, but you reevaluate what Judar said, and choose to stay silent with a giggle.
You two resume your walking, but this time, Judar is by your side, discouraging everyone in the immediate vicinity from bothering you.
"I was wondering," you start with a frown, genuinely upset if not heartbroken, "why does, like, I mean, no one else ever comes around anymore?"
"Huh? You mean those stupid servants?" he asks, laughing at you because truly, it amuses him you'd be upset about something so insignificant. Then, to make it worse, he teases you, pressing his hand to his chest now that he spotted the chance to be dramatic. "Am I not enough for you?"
They don't come around because you don't need monitoring anymore, or so they tell him. You can talk, you can stand, you can eat if you remember to, and you can shower if you please, which is apparently enough to deem you independent. Not that he cares if they see you or not. When you're all alone and available like that, it just means more fun for him when he comes to bother you.
He thinks they assume you'll run off one day and get lost like it's inevitable, and even more, they hope Judar won't bother looking for you when you do. So, they could die for all that matters to him.
After contemplating his question for a bit, you give him a close-eyed smile. "I, uh, I know you're just, you're cruel and immature. But you're my favorite. Out of everyone I met. I just... I'm not sure why."
Judar stretches like a cat at your admission, before he throws his hands up, much like you had been when you were running around town a few minutes ago. He looks you in the eyes and asks, "What do you mean, you're not sure why? 'Course I'm your favorite. I'm the best, specialest, most powerful Magi!"
Despite his bravado, you can't help but think you sense a little sadness coming from him. However, you figure it's just your imagination because surely someone as powerful as him is above such a meagre emotion.
ii.
I can't believe a stupid peach farmer beat me in a tussle!
Obviously if he had gone all out, he would have won, but that was besides the point. Not only that, but the realization wasn't enough to soothe his anger after his encounter with you. He should have been strong enough to beat you, even without magic. Without lifting a finger, even.
But somewhere buried under his wrath was intrigue, which led him to that moment.
You were confused when you saw a dozen soldiers surrounding your beat-down house, and Judar couldn't help but wonder why a kid like you would live alone, making a living by selling peaches. It seemed... strange. The situation clicked into place for you when you noticed that damned tween from hell standing between the knights. Judar had the gall to glare at you like he hadn't been the one who tried to steal from you.
"What do you want, Magi?" You spoke his title like it was poison, but that didn't matter. Truly, you were afraid. Sweat trickled down your brow. You hadn't expected the little tyrant to be petty enough to seek you out just because you landed a punch on him, let alone with reinforcements. For God's sake, you weren't a terrorist! It was so overkill.
"You should come with me." He said it so casually, you would've thought he was telling you about the weather. "And live in the palace."
"W-Why would you want that?!" you asked, panicked. Did he want to put you in a torture chamber or whatever it is royals do in their spare time?
"Because you interest me."
You blinked at him. There was no way he was that simple. You realized, however, that you didn't have a choice. His previous words rang in your head: "If I want them, I'm gonna take them."
And just like that, you surrendered.
III.
"Pitiful place you've got here, [Y/n]." Judar snickers at you, entering the claustrophobic space. It's messy and small, with trash and clutter surrounding him every which way. It doesn't fit the palace at all. Perhaps for a single person it suffices, but now that the two of you are standing here, it seems to swallow him whole.
"Why do you think, why do you say that?" You take to sitting on the ground then, rather than on the unmade bed or even the surprisingly intact chair.
"It's so tight in here," he complains, kicking away a few of your belongings without a care before plopping down next to you.
You hug your knees to your chest, closing in on yourself, forehead pressed against your arm. "I like it here like this. Big rooms, they're scary. Things always disappear there."
After clicking his tongue at your differing opinion, Judar turns his attention towards the front wall. He's not sure how he didn't notice it before. Pointing ahead, he asks, "What are these ugly scribbles?"
"I tried to draw," you tell him.
"Oh. Hmm. You should try harder, then."
Not bothering to retort to his usual insults, you crawl closer to the corner and shuffle around until you find whatever it is you were looking for. Judar watches you with the mildest of curiosity until he notices you were just fumbling for your paints. After dipping your finger in black, you desecrate the wall with some more of those pointless lines and blotches and half-dried marks.
"Are you dumb?" Judar asks, frowning, before letting out an empty sneer at your expense. "You're supposed to draw with a brush."
"I know."
"I know you know. I just said that for fun."
You stop, and he sticks out his tongue at you. Disregarding his antics — which you always do, and secretly, Judar wishes you wouldn't — is easy when you can just nudge one brush in his direction. You don't tell him you don't use them because you always drop them, just like you don't tell him you don't understand why he keeps hanging around you. "Why don't you try?" you suggest airily, expecting rejection.
He considers it, before his lips curl, and he dunks the tip in black. Before you can even question him and his artistic integrity, you come face-to-face with a big, cartoonish dick, taking up almost your entire wall.
"There," he presents. Gestures towards it as if it's a masterpiece you should marvel at and you allow yourself a laugh at his immaturity.
"Mister, you're so... so... sooo. Unbelievable."
"Well, you better damn believe," he answers cockily.
You sit back. He picks at his nails, waiting for something snappy to come to mind, but then he figures he should leave. Figures that it's getting boring. Before he can, though, you mumble, "I remember," and then your sentence hangs in the air.
As he's standing, his entire body tenses in anticipation of what you're about to say. Skin burning at the possibility that maybe- "Remember what?"
"Oh. Uh. I think, um," your eyes dart around the room (startled and questioning and unsure if it's even worth saying), "I remember I was good at it. At drawing."
Judar tenses his jaw and clenches his knuckles and taps his foot against the floor like he's waiting for something, like it's urgent. Maybe he could make you eat them, your words, and if he does, maybe you'll remember what he's looking for. Though as he contemplates it, something inside him softens, and his shoulders let loose.
"You know what?"
"Hm?"
"You were," he concedes. "You were good at it."
iii.
It was possible Judar — Magi, The High Priest, as outsiders often called him — was that simple. You had lived in the palace for a few years by that point, but not as a servant, or an assistant, or even a knight.
Your role was simple and so you got tucked away in a small, negligent room, if only to be rid of him at night. You were merely Judar's sparring partner. The two of you had expanded your fighting abilities, and soon after your first few sessions, you understood he felt a need to be on edge.
It didn't have to be you; you realized. Could've been anyone he had picked a fight with that day because he was just so alone, and even then, you would've used the adjective lonely with caution. To him, alone meant bored, not forlorn.
You were putting the finishing touches to your painting — painstaking detail you could only control the look of with the smallest brush you had on hand — when Judar burst into your room. You put your materials aside and scowled at him. "What do you want?"
"Whatcha got here?" he asked, interested in your canvas. He came closer and glanced at it, then at the view visible from your window, and quickly realized you were doing some kind of landscape study. "A painting? I didn't know a dumb brute like you would enjoy something like this."
You felt flustered at him seeing what you were up to at all, since you made an attempt at keeping it a secret. "Shut up, asswipe. I need something to do in my free time and you're not gonna ruin this."
"When have I ever ruined anything?" His scrutiny unnerved you, otherwise you would have listed out everything he ever ruined in chronological order. Hell, he even prided himself on relishing in destruction. You could see his red eyes studying every detail, and for a second he smiled, fooling you into thinking you might receive a compliment for once.
Instead, his grin turned into a scoff fast enough. "What a useless hobby. We should go fight one out. I'm gonna beat your ass!"
You pointed an accusatory finger at him. "Ha!" Then you took him by the shoulders and pushed him back. "You're obviously just jealous 'cause there's finally something I'm better at than you."
Judar waved you off, seeming smug. "Uh, hello? Magician of Creation here. If I cared about something as dumb as drawing, I'd easily outdo you, dimwit." After a bit of contemplation, he added, "Your drawing's nothing special, anyway!"
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah!"
He ran out into the hallways, wild laughter and all, and predictably, you chased after him, screaming obscenities along the way.
IV.
The palace seems more extravagant than usual today. You stare at the ceiling and the bustling hallways with intrigue and parted lips. You feel today is something important — well, obviously, as some kind of celebration is going on — and you think you should know what it is, but you can't quite put your finger on it.
Quickly, you realize you forgot what you even went out for. So instead, you tentatively address one servant rushing to adjust some decorations. "Er," you start. "I'm sorry, um, I'm sorry, but what's going on today? What's with the commotion?"
"Oh, it's The High Priest's birthday," she answers with a sigh, as if exasperated by pleasing him and meeting his demands, which wouldn't surprise you. "You know how he is, or... Maybe you don't."
At her slight jab, you frown. "I know. He's dramatic as hell," you reaffirm, then walk away with crossed arms, feeling somewhat superior for holding this obvious knowledge.
In your pointless wandering, you realize the funny Mister would probably expect a present since that's the kind of person he is. You panic and bolt in a random direction, but it doesn't take you long to trip over your own feet.
"Well, well, well," a familiar voice calls out as if hovering above you. You rub your eyes and gaze up, and then you see Judar levitating. And wiggling his dusty toes. You don't bother hiding your grimace of disgust. "What do we have here?"
Suddenly, you remember your prior dilemma and start panicking with widened eyes. "Oh, happy birthday, Judar! I'm so sorry, I, er, I forgot- I don't have a present! For you."
He doesn't seem happy with you, gaping at you like a fish. You shiver in anticipation for some form of punishment until Judar simply leans his head into his palm and shifts in the air with an aura of distanced amusement. Much like a cat observing you with narrowed eyes. "Come again?"
(Or is it a front?)
"I'm sorry? I'm so sorry, I forgot, I didn't buy a- I didn't get you anything for your birthday?"
"That's not what I wanted to hear," he says.
"I don't get it. Making me, er, making me say it isn't gonna... This isn't gonna... The gift won't come, even if I repeat myself."
Judar throws his hands up and rolls his eyes, ever the drama queen. "God, [Y/n], you're so hopeless! You don't understand hints at all, so just forget about it. But anyway, I wanted to tell you... We're gonna have a feast for my birthday."
"A feast?"
"Yeah! All sorts of fruit! More than you can even imagine. And tons of them, too."
You hold out your fingers to count something, which makes Judar raise an eyebrow. When you're done, you quirk up your lips and you look so innocent. "Oh, you're an Aries. That makes so much sense."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asks irately.
"Well, I've heard they're, like, stubborn and irritable and distant and arrogant and selfish."
He frowns, and punches you in the shoulder, albeit not with full force. You laugh and try to return the gesture, but he flies just out of reach and then down the corridor, forcing you to run after him until you fall over again.
You will never know that it won't matter if you bought him anything as long as you don't forget to call him by his name ever again. You will never know that's enough of a present for him as things stand.
iv.
Judar always enjoyed making a big deal out of his birthday celebrations. He could barely stand to withhold from annoying you for a few hours, let alone on such a special occasion. You hadn't seen him all day, though, and he hadn't bombarded the attendants with ridiculous requests either, which concerned you.
It was night by then, and you started searching around the palace for him. "Judar?" you said out loud, hoping not to wake anyone who had already gone to sleep. "Judar?" you tried again until you reached the most obvious hiding spot.
He hadn't locked the door, so entering his personal quarters wasn't a challenge by any means. Still, you hesitated even after you were practically inside, instead choosing to linger by the door and observe him for a second. You could tell he was upset, though he hadn't cried — he never did, not even by himself.
Darkness absorbed his room, and the only light source was a lit candle in the room's corner, illuminating his face.
He appeared pissed off to the point of overcompensation, though. You didn't ask him about what had happened and feigned ignorance. Despite how you eyed the fresh bruises and injured, irritated skin in a manner that wasn't at all discreet, you didn't comment on them.
Judar spoke first. "What do you want?"
"I made you a birthday cake, but you were gone all day." You knew he wouldn't want to talk about it, and if he did, he would've acted disingenuously. Filling the space of despair with anger, mending being broken by hurting someone else, helping no one. So instead you let him pretend he was above it, that he was too strong to even acknowledge whatever had happened with The Organization.
You let him have his ego like always. Just closed the door and fully stepped in.
He brightened up at the mention of something sweet, though he switched to self-satisfied. "Coming around, aren't you?"
"You're still a big prick, but if I'm gonna be here, we might as well get along, right?"
"I'm a delight," he said before taking an obnoxious sniff of the cake you prepared. "Peach flavor?"
"Yeah. I made it myself, you know?"
He bit it experimentally. "Not awful coming from a dimwit like you, but if someone else made it, it'd probably taste better," he noted slyly.
In retaliation, you grabbed a handful and threw it at him.
Of course, it didn't reach him. It just halted for a moment and entered his mouth, manipulated by his magic, though the piece of cake he tossed at you hit you head-on. Between hushed laughter and whispered insults, food crumbs sticking to your eyelashes, wrestling well until the morning, it would embarrass Judar to say that was the best birthday he ever had.
Harbinger of catastrophe he is, it shouldn't have mattered. Not as much as it did.
V.
"You should dance on the carpet," Judar suggests with a snide smile.
Startled, you jump up a little. "Oh... For how long were you watching?"
He jerks his shoulders, because why would he give you a straightforward answer when it's not nearly half as fun? "Long enough," he says, an expression of mocking pity on his face. "You never notice. Making me look like a desperate idiot."
"I don't think I should."
"Should?"
"Dance on the carpet," you clarify. "Are you, you're not trying to kill me, right?"
Manic laughter escapes him at that. "Trust me, if I wanted to kill you, you would know about it. Or maybe you wouldn't 'cause you'd be dead, but that's besides the point."
You look at him strangely, though he continues observing you with an impish grin. In wait. You consider his offer — he's been the only person to treat you normally these past months. At least by his definition of normal, anyway. Maybe indulging him wouldn't be that bad of a way to show your gratefulness? With that conclusion, you take a few cautious steps in his direction before you've joined him on the carpet.
Judar doesn't have enough common decency to warn you you're about to take flight. Your legs shake and you cling onto him immediately, staring at the horizon below, disappearing further and further at rapid speed.
"What are you so scared for, dummy? You're not gonna fall."
"It's 'cause- Well, you always say, you call me a klutz."
"You are, but do you really think I'd be so incompetent to let you splat on the ground?" He scoffs at the notion. "Please! You insult me. That's very much below my skill set."
You don't acknowledge his rambles, instead clutching at him tighter, going as far as to dig your nails in his skin for just a sense of security. The pain doesn't seem to phase him in the slightest. "Too high, Judar!"
"Oh whatever, you killjoy," he mumbles, and the carpet finally stops moving. You take a moment to peer around him. At first it's scary, but soon after you're squinting, and you realize you can make out the palace, and also the peach field. Maybe even the entire city.
With a chuckle, he separates himself from you. You hug yourself in anticipation of falling down and meeting your demise, already feeling the unstable tremble of your legs. Judar makes a vague gesture towards your surroundings and says, "I'm gonna show you it's totally safe."
He backs away from you with a smug expression, though before you can even properly react, he loses his footing and falls off the edge of the carpet, tumbling down. You freeze. For a few seconds, you're too scared to move and check. The mental image of what might have happened to him proving too frightening.
"Judar?" you call out. "Judar? Judar!"
Though before you can even fully step and try to catch sight of him, something restrains you from behind, hands pressing your stomach. Goosebumps rise over your skin when you feel something creeping near your earlobe. "Boo! You fell for it!"
Judar laughs at you, pointing his offensive index finger in your face and all.
"That wasn't funny." You try to shove him away from you, pressing your palm against his chest and pushing, but he doesn't budge at all. "Ugh! Get away from me."
The only reaction he gives your reprimand is wiping away a tear, the result of finding too much amusement in your concern for his wellbeing. And this is why he has no friends, you think.
"Actually, it was fucking hilarious."
After folding your arms over your chest, you purse your lips and turn away from him. "Hmph," you add for good measure, which only adds fuel to his laughing fest.
"You can't seriously be mad," he tells you with a shit-eating grin, fingers splaying across your shoulder. "Seems like you're too busy having a stick up your ass to be afraid of heights anymore, anyway."
Your eyes dart around while you process his words. Judar's right; his distraction more than sufficed.
"Huh," you mumble. "Guess- guess you're right."
v.
Sometimes you and Judar traded blows while he flew the carpet high above the territory of the Kou Empire. He said it was good training for him since he had to multi-task. You thought he just liked the thrill — the possibility that one of you would fall down.
To Judar, you knew, the activity was pointless, but he still indulged in it, anyway. For fun, for the chance to pretend he has an equal, for entertainment, or just because he could.
It had been during one of those spars when he kicked between your legs and caught you off-balance. You fell. You fell for so long, you had convinced yourself he finally got bored with you and resolved to get rid of you, but in a way, it was freeing. After having been used to living in cramped spaces: behind the wooden stand that held all your peaches, in the shabby shed you called your house, and in your tiny room at the palace, it was liberating to just close your eyes and stretch your legs and hands and not bump into anything.
Your peace shattered soon enough, though, because your body froze. You continued to levitate, and Judar appeared in your line of view soon after. Of course, he deliberately hovered above so he could leer down at you and waved his wand back and forth. It was a symbolic gesture; you figured. Look, I'm keeping you alive. Aren't I such a charitable Magi? Beloved by the Rukh of Solomon and all. Isn't that so funny? So amusing? That someone like you could fascinate someone like me for so long. Who would've thought?
You found Judar funny when he went on his self-serving tirades or when he proved he had the attention span of a toddler. But you also found he had just enough self-awareness to exaggerate that behavior around you, for you, to make you laugh or to provoke you into an annoyed grunt and spiteful retort, which was what was entertaining to him. So you took to imitating his snotty way of speaking in your head sometimes.
"You know what I've been thinking about?" Judar asked, though it was a rhetorical question. Surely he knew no one could guess what was going through his head half the time.
"What?" you snapped. You were pretending to be annoyed. That was the bit.
"You really are an idiot..." He trailed off, then found it fitting to throw in a bombshell at the end. "I think we should conquer a dungeon together."
You blinked owlishly at him, like he was mental, and Judar relished in your surprise.
"Isn't that for Kings, though? Or Princes, or royalty, or whatever?"
"I know, I know. You're not meant for it. At all! I would've known since I met you if you were, but even then, wouldn't it be so much fun?"
He wanted to conquer a dungeon to pass the time? That was just like him. You grinned at him then and agreed. "It would be. We should."
It was a big fuck you to everything, really. And those were the kinds of codes Judar liked to leave, and you were so much like him, with a penchant for 'eat a dick's and 'stick your head in the toilet's and even 'I'll stick your head down the toilet myself's. Usually directed at him, but still.
The two of you continued smiling at each other conspiratorially, though you hadn't done any proper planning yet, to put this aspiration into action.
So it was clear: you were a distraction, you were the itch to do the wrong thing (temptation, but the word was too heavy), you were a problem, you were light. Some weird light that veered him away from evil and towards innocent mischief. And worst of all, you were his friend.
(i.)
After the incident, naturally, he solved it by killing someone, then killing the other piece of shit.
Judar isn't much of a problem sleuth, really — something happens and he gets mad and he kills a guy and beats up another with those flashy spells of his, and that's it. Big deal. So he found the preparators, and he got rid of them.
The healers' magic was enough to close the wounds on your head and rid you of bleeding, but it did nothing to wake you. They warned him you might not be awake for a long time. He supposed, in a way that was both humorless and unreasonable, that you were always a bit high-maintenance, anyway.
Then started the pleading, buzzing in his ears unpleasantly. They told him it was not worth it, that when you came out of your coma, you would probably brain dead (if you were lucky, 'just brain damaged'), few words short of calling you worthless, like you were something to dispose of... A beloved childhood toy that broke and he had to let go of, and at any rate, High Priest, you get bored with others so easily-
So that was how he ended up with more blood on his hands in such a short period. Judar didn't have any remorse for it; the kind violence that they had inflicted onto you was not one that happened randomly.
You were his friend. His only friend, even. And anything that followed that antecedent — his, mine, me, me, me! — he took very, very seriously.
After that, Judar ended up alone with you in the infirmary for around an hour or so. First, he tried making demands like you gotta wake up! Who's gonna draw my portrait for my birthday now? and you know, you still need to go with me to that thing tomorrow. You can't get out of dancing with me. You're so irresponsible and You promised to spar with me every day and Oh, I bet you're gonna have a blast sleeping all day while I gotta go be excellent and miserable, so miserable, it'll be so boring and, finally, It's really not funny, [Y/n]!
Then there was silence.
When his erratic rambling didn't work, Judar settled for holding your hand, your lifeless, chilly hand, just memorizing the texture of it against his fingertips like he hadn't done before, until he heard people approaching the door.
(ii.)
Judar wasn't the caretaking type. Any act of altruism bordered on repulsing him. When you were catatonic, he didn't rush to help the maids walk you and move you around, and he obviously didn't assist when they had to bathe you or feed you because you couldn't by yourself. It was just stuff he ordered them to do, so he didn't feel any further obligation towards you.
Still, that didn't mean you never got to see him. Or, sometimes, he wondered if you even registered him there.
Often, Judar sat in the corner of whatever room you were in, like a sulky, pouty child. Your imitation of him would've been: I'm so chagrined, so inconvenienced. I can't believe — CANNOT — that my clown is feeling unwell and can't do monkey tricks for me, I just can't! I don't know why my life has to be so hard. Well, I'll go off now, to try to start a war. That'll make me feel better.
That wasn't what he was thinking. He'd just stare at you, really look you in your sterile eyes with your permanent idiot smile during the stage when you couldn't help but drool all over yourself. And when he did that, when he was staring, he would repeat to himself, That's your friend. That's what your best friend is like now. Your only friend, over and over.
To someone else, it would've sounded like a manic mantra, but it was just so he could get used to it. It was a big change.
One time, when the maids walked out of your room, Judar waited until he was confident he was all alone, and he burst out in tears after observing you for so long in hopes you'd get better. It was... premeditated crying. He had to hold it in, or so he told himself, until he couldn't.
Judar wasn't sad because you were boring him or because, as many people saw it, you were now lesser-than. He was just so fucking gutted someone would do that to you, and then after they did that to you — you, why you? Even when he knew why, he'd ask himself — others had the gall to insult you. If someone had asked him what he thought about it, Judar wouldn't be honest.
He never was honest when he was vulnerable, instead choosing to be facetious or murderous. Kind of depended on the week, that.
So he wailed for a while, like it'd help, and you stared back at him all doll-like, not understanding. Like you were taunting him, telling him, Big deal.
(iii.)
After two months of you being unresponsive, Judar took all your drawings to his room from yours, bit by bit. He wasn't there much, so the action seemed pointless. When questioned, his answers varied.
Sometimes he took a selfish approach. "I'm the High Priest," he enunciated snively, "I can take whatever I want around here. It's as good as mine, anyway." Though he realized that was a bit ridiculous, even for him.
Other times, he tried to appear casual, like what he was doing was normal. "I think they'd make nice decorations for my room." (He never hung them up, not a single one.)
And finally, Judar attempted to restore parts of his image. You didn't need them anymore, he'd say.
There was a clear image in his head: when, after you start walking around and stuff — because of course you will — you stumble upon one of them and you realize you drew it before all this. And maybe you don't have the skill anymore, you're not prepared to face it, maybe it makes you feel like shit and you cry so hard the entire palace hears you. If that happened to him, he'd have a mental breakdown.
Judar decided he'd show you when you expressed interest towards them.
Sometimes he worried amid all the floundering, some dumbass would step on one of them and ruin them. And he just couldn't have that.
(iv.)
After you first got out of your catatonic state, Judar stayed out of your way for a while. He knew you would find it humiliating if you ever realized he was there, studying you when they were teaching you to hold a spoon again, to chew, how long you should chew, really, among other uninteresting things.
When you first saw him, you waddled up to him yourself. You started fiddling around with the end of his braid. Before, maybe he would've smacked you away, but in that moment Judar could only fake flippancy. Like he wasn't excited or glad at all.
"Don't cry anymore," you said. Despite that, you did not remember a thing about him beyond that embarrassing instance.
VI.
The second time Judar goes to your room, the wall looks different. Your movements have more direction now. They're not as smudged and the lines don't wobble as much, though they still don't mean a thing. You even drew over his penis. How disrespectful.
You're not doing anything of importance. Judar is watching you apply more paint to the wall, and he wonders if you'll ever ask to see one of your old art pieces, but he gets an inkling you never will. That's when you say, "I remember."
You're so cruel. You're so cruel when you do this, sometimes Judar wonders if you're just fucking with him. Every time you say this, his most hated phrase, and then you follow up with something irrelevant that's got nothing to do with him at all, he grows a bit more resentful. Part of him wants to take you by the shoulders and shake, shake, shake you, then scream, Does the name Judar mean anything to you? Your best friend, you know, The High Priest? The Magi? The most important person in the whole damn palace. At least to you, anyway! But it doesn't really seem like it means anything anymore! Yell at you until you get it.
But he doesn't, anyway. Judar doesn't really want to do that. It's just a thought he entertains sometimes. If maybe he got rougher and more unpleasant towards you, like he used to be, maybe you'd remember. And you'd say, "Oh, you're that asshole I was friends with."
Regardless, knowing you won't tell him anything he's interested in, he humors you like he always does. "Remember what?"
He thinks you can't tell he's annoyed.
"Oh, er, nothing," you continue, but you're making fun of him. "It's just. Why you're my favorite? Why are you? It's really, really weird. I think I'm in love with you, from before. I just don't- don't know why."
By the lilt of your voice, Judar understands you don't say you 'don't know why' or that 'it's weird' in the way you used to. The time when you were perpetually confused and foggy. It's a way to rag on him. Oh, look at you. You think you're so great when all you do is call me names. My, I have no idea why I'd ever be dumb enough to have feelings for you. Isn't that what you always call me? Dumb?
Something like that.
You don't know if Judar has the capability for it, for love. But you did... do. You do. You're still in love with him, for whatever reason. And you don't have enough common sense to be wary of him knowing anymore.
It lingered. When he got too close to you in one of his pointless shows of overfamiliarity and you'd get feverish and nervous, or when he'd disguise his motives with mean words and too many masturbatory praises towards himself, but you remember now.
Judar smiles. Smiles so hard — at you mocking him in such a moment, and at you finally remembering the right thing for the first time. He pulls you by the shoulder as close to him as possible. You're not sure what it means.
Settling on just a purse of your lips, you say, "You ruined my drawing," watching the aftermath of the way your finger jerked against the wall when he touched you so suddenly.
(I.)
Judar had a tendency to lie to himself whenever he deemed it fit. The amount of people who started calling him sorry and stupid, so pathetic for still waiting for you was big enough to alarm him. Which meant not many people were saying it, but the few times it came up, he took it personally.
First, he waited for you to wake up, then he had to wait for you to learn how to go to the toilet again and other such necessary life skills, and then he even had to wait for you to learn his name. The servants often snickered quietly whenever you'd Mister at him. Him, Judar, The High Priest. God, he really was pitiful.
He knew you remembered his name after the first few times — because he always fussed about it so much. To you, Miss and Mister was forgetful, but when you aimed it at him, it was worse. You called him Mister because you knew he was someone important, and you paid him the respect close people didn't grace each other.
There was an instance when Judar sat down and considered all the things he had heard. That you were just a broken thing and rendered inconsequential now. You were so funny and you were so talented. It was such a shame. How woeful!
It was funeral talk, but you aren't dead.
And if you got destroyed — the job had been done — could he, being who he is fundamentally, still like you? Entity of unproportional power and importance like him, and boring little you who got ruined, so there was no fun for him. Like the chance of marring you was the only thing keeping him around for so long. Judar thought about it.
After he thought about it, he decided he still liked you very much (l*ve, ew!). You are you.
Maybe you wouldn't have recovered at all, maybe you would've never learned how to walk, maybe you would've never remembered how to speak again, maybe your face would've been stuck in a dopey smile and he'd have to tell the servants to wipe away your spit every other hour, maybe your short-term memory loss problem would've just kept getting worse.
Maybe you would never be able to hold a paintbrush again, maybe you'll continue going off your head and embarrassing yourself in public, maybe you'll always stutter and stumble over your words, maybe you'll always move your body like it doesn't belong to you, maybe your gaze won't ever be sharp the way it used to be, maybe you will never think fast enough to put him in his place ever again. Big deal.
You are you. And that is enough.
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Magi masterlist:
Ideas:
(Y/n) being the reincarnation of mystras Leoxses but is reborn into the world of fairy tail, Pokémon trainer transported into magi world, magi x what the hell is bad?!reader, cats!magi x reader,
All:
Sinbad:
Sinbad meets Baal and yea miko’s daughter, yandere!sinbad with his wife and daughter, sinbad adopting spider hybrid baby!reader ft, jafar
Ja’far:
Ja’far flirting with books to his future male S/O, jafar adopting spider hybrid baby!reader ft, sinbad,
Masrur:
Kouen:
Muu:
Judar:
others:
#magi kingdom of magic#jafar magi#anime crossover#anime x reader#anime masterlist#crossover#anime#x reader stories#x reader imagines
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