Does Hakuyuu Look Like A Serious Man To You?

Does hakuyuu look like a serious man to you?

the magi of alma torran [11] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. fight/graphic scenes, mentions of intestines, blood, violence, language, not proof-read, not edited

words. 1.9k

summary. Never before did Hakuryuu see the difference between himself and a being such as yourself.

notes. this is basically one big sparring scene mixed with hakuryuu having an epiphany *cue Epiphany by Jin*

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three-way fight.

Between the rustling emerald curtains of foliage, in a spot where the croaking of frogs and shrills of cicadas meet, stands the to-be king next to his fallen Magi. Wind blows through his pitch black strands, tangled up leaves cross the space between Hakuryuu and the Magi from an ancient civilization. He regards you with a stern, serious expression on his face while yours is merely smiling at him, gentle like a dandelion. The grasp around the handle of the spear tightens as your words seep from your tongue like bitter honey.

“Are you sure about this?,” Hakuryuu asks.

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the magi of alma torran [10] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. n/a

words. 855

summary. "From this point onward, you will be my Magi. I will trust you not only with my life, but also the future of the Kou Empire. Is this alright with you?," he asks.

notes. after a break, i'm finally back c: i hope you'll like this little reunion and build-up as well 🛐✨

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the king and his magi.

Time painfully drags on when cherished ones are not there to spend it with you and Hakuryuu becomes awfully aware of it, when he finds the flowery gardens empty.

Usually, he'd find you floating on your staff, weaving flower crowns, reading or peacefully meditating among vibrant petals. You would wave at him, greet him with a smile and your ornaments would clink against one another whenever you walk beside him.

The former palace of Rakushou was awfully silent, save for Judar's nagging, cooking something up about your Rukh slowly turning pink or a so-called "nasty, dreamy-eyed look". Hakuryuu is certain that Judar is either teasing him or genuinely losing his sanity.

A sigh slips Hakuryuu's lips. He's on the balcony, watching the empire from afar. A sea of paper lamps illuminate the streets, the scent of food lingers in the air and a warm breeze flies by.

Originally, Hakuryuu had only ever seen you as an ace up his sleeve. An ace that he could use. An ace that could potentially betray him.

No longer does Hakuryuu view you as such. His heart aches too much for your presence.

"I wonder..," Hakuryuu begins, oddly softly. Placing his hands on the wooden railing, the prince looks up at the sea of stars which resemble diamonds. Meanwhile, the moon is as clear as a pearl. A perfect night, indeed.

"I need you, but you don't need me. Right, [Name]?"

Hakuryuu laughs and runs a pathetic hand through his hair. He is nothing but a prince while you're one of Solomon's Wise Magi, a competent magician who wouldn't find her match in this world.

"The answer would surprise you, Hakuryuu."

Hakuryuu whips his head around and truthfully, there you stand, smile on your lips and the Divine Staff shimmering in the pearl's light. His heart skips a beat.

"[Name]? How long have you been here..?," the prince blinks.

You chuckle. "Not long. But I did say I'd be here if you called my name, didn't I?"

A wave of relief washes over Hakuryuu. Never did he think you would actually pop up out of thin air, but you kept your word despite all the doubts piling up in his head.

Your feet seem to glide across the floor as you find your place next to Hakuryuu. Your shoulder is touching his, but you neither feel nor notice it. "I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have pried into your past without your consent, so I can understand why you were so angry with me."

Ah, there it is. The ugly monster called guilt gnawing at the bit of relief he had initially felt. "I'm also sorry. I.. shouldn't have yelled at you."

Knowingly, you bump your hip into his and giggle, telling him that this little argument is now in the past. Only then does a pleasant beat of silence fall over the two of you.

Then, Hakuryuu inhales and breaks the tranquility. "I'm curious, [Name]. You know my goals, but what is yours? You kept saying you didn't wish wish to interfere with this world and yet..you do all these things."

Right. You didn't have the chance to tell Hakuryuu about your new goals, ambitions and wishes, yet.

A lone shimmer finds home in Hakuryuu's eyes when you put a hand on your chest, lower your head with a smile and kneel before him like he was your Chosen One.

"I wish to prepare you for the fight against the Empress Regnant and crown you as Emperor of Kou," you said with a voice as light as the wind.

For a moment, Hakuryuu falls silent. From his point of view, he can see the scar left behind by Belial that you had told him about. To think that you couldn't feel the rough ground on your knees, the breeze passing by or the hand he uses to caress the scar.

"Look at me, [Name]." The prince tilts your head up with a tenderness you didn't think he was capable of. But it's welcomed, either way.

"From this point onward, you will be my Magi. I will trust you not only with my life, but also the future of the Kou Empire. Is this alright with you?," he asks.

Your eyes widen with each syllable that spills from Hakuryuu's mouth like honey. Of course, a Magi's instinct is to choose a king, protect them and help them build a country or even a world. But this touches your heart like nothing ever did.

For the very first time, Hakuryuu trusts you.

You don't miss a beat. "Nothing would bring me more joy, Your Highness!"

Hakuryuu grimaces at the rightful title. "Just Hakuryuu is fine. Where's the sudden respect coming from? And get up from the ground, already. We're allies, after all."

The prince lends you a hand as you get back up with a grin that twinkles as brightly as the constellations adorning the sky. Your smile grows broader by the day and he wonders if this is what you used to be like in the past.

"It's called setting the mood, Hakuryuu!"

"And you're terrible at it!"

Magi: Red String Of Fate

People are told that fate cannot be changed, that your destiny is already written and falling into depravity is the only way one can follow their own ambition and will.

But that isn't true, people are the masters of their own fates. The rukh's guidance or fate is only a misconception, a residual energy, there is no pre-written fate. The real fate lies within each individual.

It is said that when one is loved by the rukh stained in black, they have the power to change fate. However, they are not the only ones with that ability.

The sacred miracles are the balance. They keep the world in proper order, guide and protect nations against dark forces known as daemons. Their vibrant red rukh is what differentiates them from the rest.They work well with both white rukh and black rukh.

A red thread symbolizes the string connecting someone to their soulmate, their true love. The crimson rukh knows the individual's deepest desires and intentions and that's why the red thread originated from the crimson rukh.

When the new world was created after Alma Torran's fall, the sacred miracles could only protect the world against daemons and not Al thamen was because they were incomplete. But a millenia later, their king was finally born and with his birth, Al Thamen and daemons gain strength.

With Al Thamen and daemons strarting to become bolder, the Sacred Miracles have no choice but to fight back with extra measures, to ensure their victory and the world's safety.

the magi of alma torran [01] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. fluff/romance, future smut + a hint of angst

warnings. language, cussing, blood, violence, graphic scenes

words. 1.2k

summary. your new destiny started the moment hakuryuu stepped foot into belial's dungeon.

note. whew, i've been plotting this for over a month and it's finally here 🛐 i'll try to keep each chapter drabble-sized, but i can't promise anything. i hope y'all enjoy this series ✨

as always, comments and rbs are much appreciated!

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a new destiny.

Pity is all you feel for the black King Vessel as lie after lie falls from his mouth which is filled with blood. The crimson liquid stains his once pristine white clothing and trickles from the corner of his mouth like water from an overflowing sink. Lies are to be punished with cuts to the flesh and if that young prince isn't careful, he would perish sooner or later.

Hakuryuu clutches the cut along his chest, pulls himself back to his feet and kills the illusion of his sister who he used to hold so dear. Her image disappears into golden smoke, yet the blood spurting from her body feels very much real. "No matter how many illusions you show me, I won't turn back to a path of hypocrisy. You should just submit to me, djinn!"

"We will never give the metal vessel to a black king," Belial speaks with his arms crossed over his chest. The ornaments of his arms and chest ominously clink against one another.

"We? That's funny!," Judar laughs despite being heavily wounded himself. He points at you standing right next to the djinn of truth and conviction. "Your girlie hasn't moved an inch the entire time we've been here! To me, it looks like she wants you to be conquered, Belial."

Oh, how badly you want to say no and step in to aid the djinn who's been keeping you company all this time. But it's not your place to speak up nor play an active role in this world where you aren't supposed to be. You choose to let the fallen Magi laugh. You choose not to play an active part or else destiny would lose its natural flow.

After all, it's destiny that Belial is about to become the fallen prince's Metal Vessel.

And who are you to meddle with such a fickle thing?

"Submit to my king, Belial!," Judar shouts, raises both hands and shapes lightning of black color, the air crackling in a sinister way. His magic creeps along the walls and treasury of the ceiling like Ill Ilah's own hands are about to lure you into the depths of depravity.

Belial's fist collides with Judar's discharging lightning. The clash of dark and light makes the dungeon crumble bit by bit as if it was a house of cards. Chunks of jade fall from the ceiling, treasures of high value disappear into the depths of the dungeon as the ground beneath your feet is gradually ripped open.

Your Borg protects you from the malicious magic and the dropping chunks, but it doesn't protect you from the view you witness once the smoke has settled. "Belial..," you whisper in shock.

In front of you, Belial is on the ground. Ropes of black lightning cover his torso and limbs, rendering the mighty djinn immobile. He struggles against the restraints, against the natural law that is about to bind him to a black King Vessel that he tried to purify. But all effort is futile. Belial is just like a fish caught in the net.

"Your own destiny has started, [Name]." Belial's gaze finds your frowning face and he gifts you a smile before his being becomes one with the King Vessel.

"My own..?"

"What a sob story," Judar comments and tilts his head to the side as he regards your still passive form. Something about the way the Rukh flock to you and kiss that golden staff of yours ticks the Magi off. He narrows his crimson eyes at you. "I wonder what a mere woman is doing here. Maybe we shouldㅡ"

"Cut it out, Judar," Hakuryuu interrupts his Magi's train of thought, although his own blue gaze rests on your borg-protected form for a beat too long. "We should get going before this place crushes us."

Judar puts his hands on his hips and sighs. "As you command, my king."

You watch the duo disappear through an eight-pointed star while the dungeon ceases to exist. Chunks of gold, silver, jade and everything valuable crumbles in on itself. Clouds of smoke fill the once vast treasury.

As always, you remain passive and unfazed.

If this dungeon is going down then so are you.

"I'm happy we didn't end up too far away from each other!" Judar crosses his arms behind his head, his feet catching up with Hakuryuu who is a few steps ahead of him. The fallen Magi smiles at the glowing star on Hakuryuu's shoulder and wonders just what kind of Metal Vessel Belial is.

"It saves me the trouble of searching several days for you and wasting time." Several plants are cut out of the way by the blade of Hakuryuu's naginata.

"Did I hear that right? Searching for me would be a waste of time? That almost hurt, Hakuㅡ What the hell?" The Magi's bare feet stumble upon a golden staff with a crimson gem in the middle; a staff his eyes know well despite having seen it for a maximum of a few minutes.

"What's wrong, Judar?" Curious, Hakuryuu joins his Magi's side. Not too far away, he spots you lying in the tall grass, obviously unconscious but not injured whatsoever. Right, you used to be in Belial's dungeon. Not as a fellow conqueror, but not as a guardian of said djinn, either. You were just there.

Golden bracelets and necklaces adorned with several gems decorate your body. The turban with the attached headdress is slightly out of place and reveals a third eye drawn on your forehead with what Hakuryuu thinks is red paint.

If Hakuryuu didn't know any better, he would assume that you are of noble status. Maybe even a princess of a foreign state, but your clothing and ornaments were more foreign than anything else outside of Kou.

Judar pokes your unconscious body with his staff that looks more like a polearm than anything else. You don't react, letting the sharp edges brush over your cheek. He grins. "Hah, I didn't notice it before but this shorty is a Magi. The Rukh around her piss me off, though."

"Another Magi?," Hakuryuu inquires, disbelief laced in his voice and his eyes widening ever-so-slightly. "Is such a thing even possible?" According to his knowledge, each era has merely three Magi and not five.

"Beats me." Shrugging his shoulders, Judar squats down to your face, his own remaining unimpressed. The Rukh surrounding you are as pure as can be, blinding with a strange sense of wisdom buried in their wings. Even Judar's black Rukh are attracted to you; how irritating these birds and your existence are.

"What do you think? Should we kill her? She could end up being a pain in the ass, y'know?"

Hakuryuu cocks his hip to the side, his eyes rest on your body. Considering you are Belial's ally, it would be correct to assume you would seek revenge due to Judar having forced the djinn into submission. On the other hand, you never fought Hakuryuu or his Magi or defended Belial.

If Hakuryuu plays his cards right, you could become a valuable ally to him.

"No. We'll take her with us."

Why is Jamil Viper so beautiful? Like, he's so pretty for what?