《Magi Judar x Reader Oneshots》۞ Judar x Reader: Loud
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Terrified at what was in front of you, you couldn't help but tremble as tears streamed down from your eyes. "Wha-What the hell are these things?!" you yelled.
The Kou Empire Magi turned to face you. "What things, (First Name)?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern.
"What, you ask?" you paused, trying to calm down. "These black butterflies that surround you! Just what on earth are they? Buzz buzz buzz! My ears hurt and I don't know why, but they scare me..." you cried, tears falling from your (E/C) eyes nonstop.
"You can see the rukh?" Judar was bemused at what was happening. In fact, what's going on?
"Rukh?" you repeated, looking at him.
The black rukh were still surrounding him, making you cover your face with your hands in fear.
"Just what on earth did you do?!" he thundered, causing you to flinch.
"I don't know!" his tone wasn't helping you to calm down. "The Organization handed me a device of sorts and before I know it, I was seeing these black butterflies you call rukh! Imagine that! The Organization around you and seeing these unknown things all at once coming from different directions and all..."
Tch, she normally doesn't act like this. What more, (First Name) isn't a magician, so she shouldn't see the rukh... Judar thought. Despite himself, he took a deep breath, trying to calm the rukh surrounding him.
Not hearing the noise that the rukh were making, you peeked over your hands to see Judar in front of you, with no black rukh swarming around him.
"Th... The butterf— rukh?" you asked him, sniffing.
"I had them gone," Judar said casually, sitting beside you.
You wiped your tears immediately, trying to calm down, which moments later, succeeded.
"A-Are they usually black and that loud?" you asked, out of curiosity.
"No, there are different colors like red and green," Judar said sarcastically.
You stood up, walking away from him without another word.
Smirking, Judar followed you, trailing behind you like a dog.
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"Mine is different. Normal rukh are calm and white or yellow in color," he explained properly behind you.
"Calm...?" you repeated. "But those black rukh are loud like hell!"
"Loud?" Judar repeated, this time. "What on earth do you mean by that?"
"Judar, I know you're stupid but don't you know the meaning of loud?" you asked, a smirk forming on your lips.
The Magi clicked his tongue, "Stupid, of course I know! But I'm asking you what exactly you were hearing!"
"Oh, make it clearer, would you?" you said, flashing him an innocent smile before you turned your back on him. "Voices screaming dark things... like Kill her, Murder him for me, Why are you still alive? and other stuff like that. Didn't you hear it, too?"
With a dumbfounded look on his face, Judar asked, "The ruhk were talking to a brat like you?"
"Black rukh," you corrected in a matter-of-fact tone.
"That's impossible!"
"Of course it is," you said, nonchalantly. "I mean, your face says so."
A vein comically popped out from Judar's head, "Do you want to die soon, (First Name)?"
"Sorry, I don't have the slightest intention," you said, smiling at him.
You knew him well enough that you could tell that he was about to snap, without a second thought, you ran away.
"You brat, come back here!" Judar demanded as he actually ran after you.
"You call me a brat but you're the real brat here!" you said, sticking out your tongue at him playfully. "Besides, we're at the same age," after claiming so, you ran away from the scene hastily.
You managed to get away from Judar, which you like to call hiding. Keeping yourself out of sight, you went to the First Imperial Prince's office.
"Heyy, Prince Kouen!" you greeted casually.
Kouen looked up from the document he was reading, nodding at you. "Hey, (First Name)... What brings you here?" he asked you, but then he let out a sigh, figuring out the reason even though you haven't told him yet.
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"I'm hiding from Judar!" you said cheerfully. What a contrast from how you were acting earlier.
"That's fine with me but don't make any mess here," he instructed, returning his attention back to his reading.
"Sureee," you saluted happily.
You work as the financial consultant of Kou Empire, removing the bankers from The Organization. Hence, you were in charge of the financial matters of the Empire. And yes, you were a non-magician until today.
You took your seat in front of Kouen as if it was the most natural thing to do and watched him work.
"What are you doing, (First Name)?" came in a questioning voice behind you.
"Of course, I'm staring at Prince Kouen to see if he has those butterfl—" you cut off whatever you were about to say as you realized that it was him behind you.
As if on cue, the yellowish-white rukh appeared, surrounding the First Imperial Prince. It was a pity that you weren't able to examine the strange flying creatures, but oh well.
Jumping away, you dodged Judar's kick at the last minute. With that, you immediately left Kouen's office as he trailed behind you.
As you made it outside, you bumped into no one other than Koumei with Kouha standing next to him.
"Ah! Sorry!" you apologized quickly as you hid behind Kouha.
Stupid me, I should have hidden behind Prince Koumei instead! You thought as you shut your eyes, realizing that Kouha nearly stood the same height as you. So it was nothing but futile, standing behind him, trying to cover yourself.
"What's up, (First Name)? Judar again?" Kouha asked, not even bothered by the fact that you were using him as a shield to hide.
"Yeah, please hide me."
"Too late," Kouha said, as he stood aside with Judar tackling you at once.
"Ugh, Kouha, you traitor! I can't believe—" Before you could finish your sentence, you ran away again since you are being chased by Judar.
In your long chasing game, you ran over Kougyoku who greeted you two casually. "Good luck, (First Name)-chan! Judar-chan, good luck to you, too!" she cheered with a smile on her face.
"Thanks, Princess Kougyoku!" you said as you ran away max speed, leaving Judar in the dust. There were moments of you pausing every now and then since you didn't like running in the first place. Thankfully, Judar lost you several times as well.
Currently, you were sitting on the branch of a peach tree, as if there was nothing wrong going on.
A few minutes later, you heard heavy panting below you.
"Hey, Judaar!" you greeted, waving your hand playfully at him.
He gritted his teeth as he climbed up, settling himself next to where you were sitting.
You casually handed him a peach and he began eating it wordlessly, turning his back against you.
"Why didn't you just use your magic?" you asked, with an amused look on your face. Tilting your head in confusion, you continued to ask, "I mean if you did you'll easily catch me?"
"Stupid, if I did, the rukh will be visible and you'll cry again..." he grumbled in a low tone.
Hearing this caused your heart to flutter. "Eh, really?" you asked, a shy smile forming on your lips.
"Really, yeah," Judar dismissed casually.
"Well then, I guess I have to thank you for that?"
"Yeah, you better—"
Interrupting him, you moved your head closer to Judar. He sits frozen, from both curiosity and excitement. You then leaned in, so your forehead rests against each other. Both of your breaths shaking, you softly whispered, "Thank you."
Taking another shaky breath, you close the minuscule distance between you two. Kissing him softly, but you cut it short as you leaned away from him.
"Would that suffice, Judar-sama?"
"Hell no," he said, seizing your hand and took you somewhere else.
I leave the rest to your imagination lol~
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