Magi: Red String Of Fate

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.

Omg finally someone who writes for magi ! This fandom is so deprived of content istg <\3 your works are awsome btw !! just binged read them all and I love them so much 😭💖

Anyways if requests are open, may I request a oneshot for hakuryuu with a fem reader / s/o (gn is okay too if u dont do fem tho!) where he gets injured (although not heavily) and she patches him up but she's a bit sad/mad at him because she worries about him a lot and he was being reckless + hakuryuu comforting her?

I hope that made sense since I'm not the best at explaining, have a great day !! ♡

oh nonnie, you're too kind. i'm really happy you like my works and hope you'll like this one too 🥹

you know what they say about the magi fandom..if there's no content, we make it ourselves ✨

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warnings: injury, mentions of blood

Hakuryuu is the prince who sets an entire empire alight in the dead of night. Hot flames reach out for the pitch black night, smoke occasionally hides the sunset you adore with a pure heart.

But Hakuryuu is also your significant other who recklessly throws his body into fights. Blinded by worrying rage and hatred, he charges into battle with the few loyal followers he has all to reclaim the throne that had been taken from him by the same flames he creates.

"You're an idiot," you sniffle as you spray disinfectant on a cut following the length of the prince's biceps. It's not deep, but bleeds enough for you to get glassy eyes.

Hakuryuu hisses, the disinfectant burns. "You know I'm doing this for you, too."

"For me?," you repeat all while deft fingers wrap pristine white bandages around the cut. Perhaps, you're wrapping his arm up a bit too tight, but he deserves it, you think. "What if you reclaiming the throne ends up in your death, Hakuryuu?!"

The prince flinches at your raised voice, at the severe words spilling from your tongue he never wished to hear. Instead of interrupting you, he lets you spew out your feelings and listens like an emperor should lend an ear to his empress.

"Every night, you ride into battle, use powers beyond a human's understanding to fight someone who nearly threw the entire world into the equivalent of the void!"

Warm tears run down your cheeks and stain the collar of the dress Hakuryuu got tailored just for you. Your shoulders shake, but not because you're sobbing. Because you're upset at him and the world who is so cruel to someone who used to be as kind as the sun is to the flowers.

You hug your own body. "Every time you come back, your injuries get worse. How can I not fear losing you, Hakuryuu?"

Lowering your head, you silently cry to yourself until you feel calloused hands unravelling your arms and pulling you closer by the waist. The prince kisses your worried tears away and rests his forehead against yours. The tip of his nose is nuzzling yours as he speaks in nowadays rare, gentle tones.

At least, he still has a soft spot for you.

"I won't fall because I cannot afford to lose this battle." His eyes are stern as they're boring into yours, but there's this slight glimmer of hope hidden behind pitch black pupils.

Hakuryuu laces his fingers with yours, holding your hands tightly, securely. Heat rushes to your cheeks and you're sure you must look messy with snot running down your nose, but Hakuryuu knows how to make you feel like you belong.

Like everything's gonna be okay.

"Until I make you my empress, I will not die."

the magi of alma torran [03] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

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

warnings. n/a for this chapter

words. 808

summary. hakuryuu grants you a heartfelt wish, but should you turn out to be his enemy, he won't hesitate to break it.

notes. the bonding is finally here and things are slowly gonna start taking shape! ✨ i was most excited for this tbh

comments and rbs are much appreciated!

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the wish underneath the willow.

Hakuryuu is thoroughly puzzled by the unmoving Magi who's weaving some flowers into one another with delicate fingers. Many times had you said that you did not wish to meddle with this world's destiny, but as a Magi, shouldn't you want to do something? Anything?

You float on your staff, one foot tucked underneath the crook of your knee and a smile curving your lips upwards. Strands of hair frame the tender slopes of your cheeks, your throat hums a nostalgic tone.

Despite the black Rukh rushing from one place to the other, you remain unfazed and let them find home on your shoulders.

The snapdragons between your fingers change color as you let imbue them with magic, helping them grow into different shapes and sizes. Petals of magenta, blue and even white make your eyes sparkle underneath the willow tree.

Naginata lowered, Hakuryuu approaches your humming self and rests a calloused palm on your shoulder to gain your attention, but it's akin to getting ahold of air: you don't even flinch. Even when Hakuryuu lightly shakes your shoulder, he gets no reaction whatsoever.

What is it with you and your secrets?

The prince clears his throat and finally, you take notice of his presence.

"Ah!," you yelp. The flow of magic keeping you afloat is momentarily disturbed and like a child, you fall flat on your ass. A flower crown of snapdragons clumsily falls in your lap, petals of various colors float through the air.

"My apologies. You merely startled me, Hakuryuu," you chuckle and pick up the flowers.

Hakuryuu raises an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" His voice is firm and as distant as you remember.

You show the prince the crown of flowers, fondness laced in the tone of your words. "Did you know that snapdragons are associated with strength and grace just like dragons themselves? I decided to weave them like destiny."

At that, the prince clicks his tongue. Always this useless talk of destiny. The very thing that took away everything he loved and could've grown to love. Destiny steals everything and gives nothing but hatred in return.

"I didn't mean that." Hakuryuu leans his weight against the trunk of the large willow while you're seated in the grass by his feet. He crosses his arms over his chest as he gazes upon the sun high up in the sky.

"Judar told me you're a Magi from Alma Torran. You're supposed to have died thousands of years ago, so why are you still alive?"

At the mention of your home, your gaze softens and the birds flee from the tree's branches to roam the vast, blue sky which you have grown to love, again.

"After the big catastrophe, I happened to get sealed along with Belial. My life was stopped until you came along, Hakuryuu," you say with your palm grazing over gentle blades of grass that you can't feel. "Now that Belial is conquered and the dungeon is no more, my life will continue like any other and one day i will die, too."

Turning your head upwards, you meet Hakuryuu's sky blue gaze. Although he is far from pure, his eyes still hold a sparkle which you'd like to see more often.

It is pretty, dare you say.

"..Could you..keep this a secret?"

The prince's eyes flutter shut and a warm breeze passes through his hair, carries leaves as green as the forest and settles only when he speaks. "I have no obligation to keep your secrets, Magi. After all, you could very well turn out to be my enemy, in the end. There is no need to entertain a potential opponent's desires."

"In this world, I'm neither friend nor foe. But just like everyone else, I'd like someone to know something about me," you murmur as the wind carries your wishes to the prince right next to you.

Just what is it about you? Whenever you talk about destiny like an old friend, irritation bites at Hakuryuu's skin and the grip he has on his naginata tightens. He wants to prove how wrong you are, how this thing called destiny only robs the people of their possibilities, wishes and dreams.

But when you speak like a tragic yet gentle maiden whose home is in shambles ㅡ just like his ㅡ Hakuryuu finds himself second-guessing the deep grudge he carries. Instead, he finds himself wanting to hear you speak more.

You've been living for much longer and know more about this world than anyone else. Surely, there isn't a more knowledge being, right?

A sigh slips Hakuryuu's lips which hold the ghost of a smile. To think he would entertain your wish so easily.. Judar would surely laugh at him.

"So be it. But if you become my foe, then I won't hesitate to break my promise 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 [02] || 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. 599

summary. "i never said I would be the one to save you. humans can only save themselves."

notes. i'm actually very proud of how this is turning out. future interactions will be more wholesome, just ✨trust the process✨

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passiveness.

A clear blue sky roamed by pure Rukh is the first thing that greets your fluttering eyes. Curiously enough, you find yourself on soft bedding and a roof over your head instead of Belial's dungeon which had collapsed.

Ah, right. You remember.

Belial is conquered by a prince and his fallen Magi. The dungeon had fallen in on itself like a house of cards and left you unconscious in a meadow.

But this is far from the greenery you had lost consciousness in.

Instead of grass, flowers and butterflies, there were silver weapons attached to the wall. All precious and gleaming in the sunlight. Paintings of sceneries you're unfamiliar with gaze down at you, giving the room a warm touch.

If it wasn't for the decorations and the Fourth Prince of Kou sitting next to your bed with your divine staff in hand, this room would be awfully empty and hollow.

"Ah, my staff!," you gasp, toss the blankets aside and snatch your staff from Hakuryuu's nimble fingers. He lets you have it without any resistance.

"It's all yours. It seems to be of no use to me or Judar," Hakuryuu explains and sits back into his chair.

Blue eyes scrutinize your every move as you sit on the edge of the bed. Certainly, everything about you seems strange. The headdress, those white and gold clothes, the red fabric wrapped around your body and the third eye on your forehead.

Even Judar thinks you're out of this world.

"That's because only I can use it. Once I die, no one in this world will be able use this staff and it will become useless for all of eternity." Delicately, you drag your finger along the golden staff adorned with the scarlet gem.

To Hakuryuu's surprise, not an ounce of malice is laced in your voice. You're as passive as he can remember, but he can't recall you sounding so gentle.

Maybe, exactly this is good for Hakuryuu. According to Judar, you're another Magi. Hakuryuu knows he wouldn't stand a chance against one, against you.

"I didn't come here to chat, Magi." Hakuryuu rests his elbow on his knees, chin on the back of his clasped hands.

"Why else would you visit me, dear prince?" You blink at Hakuryuu, your curious eyes locking with his which are hard as steel.

"Why didn't you defend Belial and fight Judar and me?"

You hug your staff to your chest, a tender smile on your face. "Within Belial's dungeon, I, too, saw your deepest wishes and noticed you hesitating." A pause. "Besides, I'm in no place to meddle with destiny, am I?," a melodious laugh slips your lips.

"I don't think you're a bad person. You're merely fallen."

Hakuryuu clicks his tongue, gets up from the chair and turns his back to you. His palm wraps around the golden door knob, but before the prince leaves, he sighs as if in thought.

"I don't need you to save me, Magi," he speaks in firm tones.

And just like this, Hakuryuu leaves you alone in the quiet room. Only the wind dancing through the leaves and the birds singing their songs keep you company in the foreign palace.

Gently, you reach your hand towards one of Hakuryuu's black Rukh that fluttered through the room. Although depraved, the onyx bird finds home on your finger. You tilt your head to the side and with a bit of magic, you purify the lone Rukh back into a pristine white state.

"I never said I would be the one to save you. Humans can only save themselves."