The Magi Of Alma Torran [05] || Hakuryuu Ren

the magi of alma torran [05] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. mentions of death/dying

words. 968

summary. you touch your cheeks, but don't feel any warmth. you touch your chest, but don't feel your own heartbeat.

and yet you know you are as happy as the moon when the sun shares its light.

notes. y'all know i just had to include The Forehead Touch™ 🤠 anyways, next week we're gonna see judar and get to see a few other starring characters ✨

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scars never fade.

There's only so much Hakuryuu understands of Belial's powers. Day and night, he would stay up and figure out the complex magic which is supposed to be his. But no matter how much Hakuryuu tries, all he ends up with is a split scythe, broken into two for reasons he cannot name. The prince thinks it's Belial's fault for refusing to become his djinn on his own accord.

Luckily for Hakuryuu, he has a lovely Magi by his side. And no, he doesn't refer to Judar.

Heavy raindrops slip from heavy, gray clouds as the fourth prince wanders through the palace garden. Petals glistened in the rain, the wooden path snaking its way through bushes, trees and past pavilions is several shades darker and more slippery. Chilly is the air that blows past Hakuryuu's pale face, triggering goosebumps on his neck and arms.

The prince takes one step after another while his azure eyes are seeking out your silhouette hidden in the vast garden where he used to train with his brothers. Occasionally, Hakuryuu swears he can hear his brothers' laughter, the metallic cling of swords clashing in a sparring session and his sister calling them inside for a cup of tea and pastries.

But all of this is long gone. They will always remain memories of the past.

Suddenly, Hakuryuu stops. He finally finds you with a fine umbrella between your graceful fingers and bare feet buried in the damp grass. Head lowered, you curiously gaze into the pond in front of you; fat koi fish roam the space. Above them, pink water lilies are in full bloom and serve as mere decoration.

Slowly, you turn around and greet the prince with the smile he said he liked to see and waved him over. "You'll catch a cold if you keep standing there. Come here."

Hakuryuu finds home underneath the umbrella and takes it from your hands to share the small space, shoulder to shoulder. "Thanks," he murmurs.

"Tell me, what leads you to me?," you asked, a gentle caress laced in each syllable that spills from your lips.

Silently, Hakuryuu wonders if he has become that predictable or if this is merely the ability of a Magi to sense intentions. Yet again, Hakuryuu has never come to you without desiring to know something. "Belial's powers," he starts, voice firm.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to figure out his magic. Much less, summon this djinn's weapon. All I end up with is one half of a scythe." Hakuryuu hates to admit that he's struggling to learn something that had come so easily to him when he got Zagan.

"Belial's magic, huh?," you wonder out loud and stop in your tracks right underneath a small pavilion. Gently, you lay your hand upon Hakuryuu's shoulder armor and instantly, the djinn's symbol illuminates the space around the two of you. A fond smile stretches your lips.

"Belial's scythe is capable of severing the spirit from the body. Your nerves, feelings, memory, everything you are, gets sealed in a space separate from ours." You look up at Hakuryuu, gaze unusually hard and serious. Deftly, your hands remove the headdress in the shape of a crescent moon.

"If his scythe slashes your head, you end up dead, Hakuryuu."

Hakuryuu's eyes narrow and he drops the umbrella; a dull thud is all that's heard. His chest rises and falls quicker, sweat trickles down his temple as the prince spots the scar on the top of your head. "Belial..killed you..?"

"You have already heard of Ill Ilah's descent in Alma Torran and this is the price I paid for helping King Solomon seal the deity." Hugging the crescent moon to your chest, you lower your eyes to the ground and let them flutter shut. You sigh.

"It was an accident. I got caught in the crossfire and before I knew it, Belial severed my spirit from my body. When djinns were created and my body was with Belial, he managed to restore my consciousness and a few of my senses.."

Why? Why is your story tugging at Hakuryuu's heartstrings? Your words leave ripples in the still sea that is his troubled mind. Ripples lead to waves and waves lead to disastrous floods which shape a wish purer than his Rukh could ever hope to become.

He wishes he could've stopped your downfall.

"[Name].."

So caught up in the past, you fail to notice Hakuryuu holding and lifting your hand. You're too busy rambling about feelings of regret, guilt, despair. Tears brim your eyes, painting them glossy, but you refuse to be so vulnerable in front of the prince.

"..But up until this day, I can't feel anything. I can't feel pain, I can't feel the sun on my skin, I can't feelㅡ"

"Do you think this would hurt?," Hakuryuu cuts you off.

Opening your eyes with a gasp, you finally see that Hakuryuu's resting his forehead against your own, right where your third eye remains. Although once filled with remorse, the tight look on your face softens gradually.

You gulp down the lump in your throat. "Allow me to be delusional, but I do not believe you would hurt me."

Instead of one of his infamous half-smirks, Hakuryuu grants you a smile and reaches for the headdress clasped in your hands. Dare you say, he is gentle when putting the crescent moon back on your head where it belongs and wrapping the single layer of cloth once around your hair. You touch your cheeks, but don't feel any warmth. You touch your chest, but don't feel your own heartbeat.

And yet you know you are as happy as the birds are when the sun rises, when the fireworks explode, when the sun illuminates the moon.

"Then keep being delusional."

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Yes, but hear me out, absolutely no arranged fic for REN HAKUYUU, THE CROWN PRINCE OF KOU. It it absolutely unfair tbh.

There's 48373934 arranged marriage reader/oc fics for Kouen/Kouha/Koumei but 0.3 for Hakuryuu what's up with that 😤

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.

"Just a Hero Prince and his Foxy Wife" Ren Hakuyuu omake #1

When the crown prince of Kou has been extemely busy and overworked for the past few weeks, his wife had enough of it and came up with a plan to help her husband de-stress.

Suggestiveness, smut, fluff, married life

Dom/sub, kinda power dynamics, foreplay, married couple s*x, overstimulation, size difference, size kink, rough s*x, implied breeding, implied aftercare

The wife is an oc but can be read as a reader. She came from a winter kingdom. She has given physical attributes.

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Hakuyuu always strived to be a perfect heir, disciplined from a very young age and expected to master all that is required of his title. He never once slacked off, always taking his duties and responsibilites seriously.

However, he was still human. And quite frankly, he was at his limit, he knows. He had lost track of time for how long he had been extremely busy with, all he knew that the court had been giving him a hard time. Not just him, but also his beloved wife.

His eye twitched at the thought of the court giving his wife a difficult time. Ever since the engagement and their marriage, the court and the other nobles have been very bitter and they were vocal about it. They did just about anything to seperate the couple, either by spreading rumors about his wife or their marital life or by giving both of them large amounts of work.

Hakuyuu knew why they did it, they wanted their own daughters to become his wife and have power within Kou. He sighed deeply, already feeling a migraine coming.

He looked at the scroll in his hand, then at the ridiculous amount of paperwork on his table. His bed chamber was lit by the candles around, and with how dark it is, he can tell it's late.

He glared at the paperwork before continuing to read the the scroll at hand. He's been stuck at the same line for over 5 minutes, and he was growing more and more irritated. He has been more irritable lately, due to not only the unreasonable work, but also the lack of time he has spent with his wife.

He never thought himself to be a 'clingy' man, but when you have a wife as lovely as his, it made sense.

He broke out of his stupor when the door slid open to reveal his one and only, his beloved wife. She sauntered in their shared bed chamber with a trey of tea, wearing a blue kimono with embroidered ends, her hair tied in a loose braid.

He placed the scroll down to give his wife his full attention. She set the trey on the table and circled around it and hugged her husband from behind. He reached over and drank the tea he knows his wife brewed, the taste was refreshing and with his wife around, he wasn't as frustrated as before.

"Ara ara, my prince. You are quite tense." She couldn't help but tease her tired husband. She wanted to make him ease a little before she set her plan into place. Hakuyuu rolled his eyes at his wife's dramatics.

"I've been stuck here all day, finishing the officials' work that they pushed to me. But I have no choice, otherwise they'll start talking again." He set the cup back on the trey before he leaned back a bit, closing his eyes.

"What have you been up to, m'lady?" He was curious as to what his wife had been doing throughout the day. Without him seeing, she smiled at her husband's ignorance. The whole day she had been encouraging and hyping herself up, to follow through of her plan.

"Nothing much, just tutoring Kouen on his studies, making sure he ate. Overall, nothing too exciting, my prince." She wanted to surprise her beloved but she couldn't help but smile at the young prince she took under her wing.

He hummed, at least she wasn't tormented by any snobby nobles or court officials. He felt her pull back completely, making him open his eyes.

"I have a little surprise for you, my love~"

That sounded quite... a bit suspicious. Especially if it was her. He heard the rustling of fabrics and the sound of it falling to the floor.

'What in the world...?'

"Turn around, my king." Her giving orders to him? Well, that was new. He did as he was told, and his jaw dropped at the sight.

His wife was wearing his royal garb and nothing else. The coat was loose on her figure, her bare breasts barely covered by the fabric, the cloth reached the floor thanks to their difference in height and she was completely nude save for the coat. Was this what she wore underneath her elegant kimono the whole day?

"Ara ara~ my king, it's quite unbecoming of you to make such a face like that." She giggled at her husband's face, it's not normal for her husband to show such expression. He blinked, before realizing she was laughing. He stood up walked towards her.

"M'lady, were you walking around the palace in such a getup?" He stood in front of his wife, towering over her and lifting his hand to caress her face, he knew her fox nature lead her to become quite mishcievous at times but this was just downright naughty.

"And if I were? I had a kimono over this up until now, only you had the priviledge to have seen me like this, my king~" she leaned her face to his large hand, pressing herself closer to his body as well. Her dainty hands against his broad and sturdy chest.

He wrapped a strong arm around her slim waist, raising an eyebrow at her suggestiveness. This was new, she normally wasn't bold whenever they were intimate.

"Why? Don't you like it? I have read somewhere that men love seeing their lovers wear their clothing." She pouted at her husband, was he really acting all chivalric when she can feel his growing hardness? Who was he fooling?

"It is not that I don't like it, but you really shouldn't be walking around the palace without your undergarments, my love." He sighed, he did like her in this getup, he really did, but the thought of other men seeing her like this... sends an unpleasant feeling in his chest.

"Ara? But I thought this was what the book meant." She tilted her head at her husband, Hakuyuu's mouth quirked up.

"Aren't you getting a little too arrogant for your own good, m'lady?" He inquired with a little smirk on his handsome face.

"Hmmm? Whatever do you mean, my beloved king?" The dainty hands on his chest began fiddling the collar of his robes, brushing against his exposed skin but never actually slipping in. She doesn't know how long she'll be able to keep up her confident and seductive act with Hakuyuu looking at her like this.

"You are acting all high and mighty while desiring my attention, my queen. But I suppose I haven't been giving you enough attention now have I?" He moved the hand on her face to gently tilt her chin towards his face. Her face burned at his actions and pouted at her husband's suaveness.

"Like I haven't already made you excited. I've known you long enough to see that you are just as eager as I am, my love. You have been so focused in your work, you have forgotten yourself." She smiled sweetly at him, genuinely this time. He chuckled, only his wife understood him the most.

"There is no shame in admitting that I desire you, my love. After all, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't cherished and pleased my wife?" He kissed her forehead, while she giggled like it was the first time.

"You are far too sweet for your own good, my love." He praised his wife, continuing to kiss her cheeks, her temples and a peck on her lips.

"It's the least I can do for you. I have noticed you have been so stressed lately, I was taught that a wife should help ease the burden on top of her husband's shoulders, so I read that pulling this stunt would ease a man's mind.... so I tried it." She looked so flustered, so small in his arms, she was so precious.

"Aren't you a good girl? Going out of your way just to help me unwind and take my mind off of this horrendous and unnecessary paperwork. Perhaps I should compensate my wife for taking such good care of me." His words spoke of a promise that he'll committ to.

She opened her mouth to say something but Hakuyuu took the oppurtunity to kiss her passionately. She closed her eyes while the hand on her chin found it's way on her nape, tilting her head to get a better angle.

He swiped his tongue at her bottom lip before slipping in. Her hands dipped down and untied the ribbon of his attire, but before she could slip his white robe off, he picked her up and carrried her over the large bed and gently laid her before he broke their passionate liplock.

He quickly took off his robe, exposing his broad and muscular body before dipping back to kiss her neck, finding her weak spot almost immediately, causing her to moan out loud. She tried to cover her mouth but Hakuyuu caught her hand before she could.

"My love, I want to hear you." Such simple words, yet they made her nod. He smiled, kissing her palm then continuing his kissing. His hand found one of her bountiful breasts, fondling and groping it, while he kissed the other. He took the hardened nipple in his mouth, feeling his wife arch her back.

He continued his assault, then he switched to the other breast. After a while, he finally let go of her nipple. When he leaned back to take a good look at his wife, he felt himself get even harder. She was still wearing his coat but because of how big it is on her, it had slightly slipped off of her shoulders, stopping at her biceps. She was panting, her face was flushed, her breasts were exposed and her eyes were glossy. She looked absolutely breathtaking.

"H-hakuyuu..."

He leaned over, kissing her stomach and all the way down to her deliciously thick thighs. He spread her legs, making sure they were situated comfortably. He kissed her inner thighs, leaving marks as well. He kissed her slit, causing her to gasp and grip his long hair.

He slipped his tongue inside her, eating her out like a man starved. The room was filled with gasps, groans, moans and obscenely loud slurping. He groaned when she tugged his hair particularly hard, the vibrations being felt throughout her body, causing her to loudly moan.

He adjusted her legs to rest over his broad and strong shoulders. She gasped loudly at the angle, feeling her end arriving. She came with a choked whimper, but Hakuyuu didn't stop, he slipped his long index finger when he turned his attention to kissing her neglected pearl.

He inserted his middle finger, scissoring her, then adding his ring finger. He stretched her out, making sure she'd be able to take all of him without much difficulty. It had been a while since they've been intimate, he wanted to make up for it.

She came again, Hakuyuu pulled away from her womanhood, taking his drenched fingers out of her, he gently placed her legs down and leaned away from his previous position. He glanced at her then at his fingers before taking them in his mouth, making eye contact with his flustered wife. When he licked his fingers clean, he stood up from the bed.

He took his hair tie off first, letting his long hair fall to his back and shoulder. He placed the tie at their side table, then he untied the ribbon of his black pants, slipping the garment off as well. He walked back to their bed, slipping between his wife's legs and parting them.

He rubbed his long and hard length against her slit, using her wetness as lube before he slowly slipped in. Hakuyuu cursed under his breath, while she gripped his biceps. He was already big as is, even more so when compared to his petite wife. He took it slow, he didn't want to overwhelm the woman.

It stung for a few seconds before turning to pleasure. He leaned down to kiss her and she returned the sweet kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck and she swung her legs over his hips. One of Hakuyuu's hands was fisting the sheets beside her head, while the other took her left hand and intertwined their fingers.

She positioned her free hand to his hair, tugging the long dark locks. Hakuyuu groaned, he always did liked the feeling of her hands. He had never let any of the four women he slept with before touch his hair or leave any marks on him. But here he was, getting his hair tugged and his shoulders getting bit by the love of his life.

He slowly rocked his hips against hers, setting a comfortable pace. Kissing her forehead, he held himself back, trying not to slip inside too fast. Halfway in, he leaned back and grabbed her legs, holding the back of her knees. She arched her back and fisted the sheets beside her head when he finally filled her to the brim.

"Hakuyuu, you can move faster, y'know?" She wanted her husband to de-stress, to feel pleasure as well not just her.

He glanced at his wife, trying to see her intentions. When he saw that she was very sure, he sighed. "If you are sure, very well then, my love."

He pulled his length nearly all the way out, before slamming right back in. She threw her head back at the sudden pleasure. Her hands found themselves on his shoulders, scratching him down to his back. Hakuyuu groaned, leaning down to kiss her collarbones, sucking and nibbling as well.

She was wantonly moaning at this point as her husband thrusted hard and fast into her sensitive hole. She was sure that anyone within at least 6 feet away from their room could hear their lovemaking.

She came again adruptly, shocking herself, gasping as her husband continued to pound her to the mattress. She yelped all of a sudden when Hakuyuu promptly picked her up as if she weighed nothing. He wrapped his strong and muscular arm around her, situating her on his lap as he shifted his own position. He was sitting down, one large hand on her waist and one on her thigh.

She placed one hand on his shoulder while the other caressed Hakuyuu's sharp jaw. He thrusted upwards and it felt as if he got even deeper, causing her to gasp out loud, Hakuyuu took the oppurtunity to kiss her heatedly. The hand on her thigh tightened its grip when he pulled her impossibly close.

He continued to thrust upwards, his pace getting faster and harder as he broke the kiss and hid his face in the juncture of her neck, kissing the heated skin. He even saw her stomach bulge from his large length, a sight that never gets old.

"Where did all that impishness go, hmm? You were so confident earlier, my queen~." She felt rather than saw the smirk he had on his face against her skin, she couldn't even think of a retort due to him ramming inside her.

Hakuyuu chuckled, his wife was so adorable with her usually immaculate hair a mess and chest full of kiss marks. He was entranced at the way she grinded her hips against his, her breasts jiggling each movement she did. He felt himself getting close, causing him to thrust even harder, the blunt head of his length kissing her cervix.

Her soft moans were music to his ears, especially when he was about to release. He came inside her with a grunt, his pace still consistent despite it. She came right after he did, causing her to go limp on his lap, leaning her head on his shoulder while panting.

Despite him releasing quite a big load, he was still hard. He brushed his hand against her right cheek before tucking stray hairstrands away from her lovely face. He kissed the top of her head, before he changed their positions again. This time, he had her on her back with both of her legs propped up on his broad shoulders.

She whimpered when she felt him kiss her battered cervix, her hole felt raw and she felt so full. Hakuyuu knew he didn't look any better than his wife, but he wasn't done with her just yet.

"My wife, let us continue to make up for lost time, shall we?" He had a stupid smirk plastered on his handsome face, the glint in his clear blue eyes present. Her husband's boldness never fail to make her feel like a young maiden.

"My husband, you are still extremely insatiable aren't you?" She fondly chided her husband. Hakuyuu chuckled at his wife's accusation. Well, she wasn't exactly wrong.

"For you, my wife? Always. Nary another woman who can make me feel this way." It wasn't a lie, no one else can make him feel like a lovesick fool. Only she can make him like this.

"You're such a smooth talker, 'Yuu." She huffed.

"I'm sure you enjoy it, my love." He leaned over her, his breath tickling her ear.

"Now, let's make sure it will take this time, hm?" He nibbled on the lobe of her ear. That was all that was said before the room was filled with loud moans, grunts and skin slapping alongside debauched screams.

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"The crown prince seems to be in a good mood today." A palace maid gossiped. Her fellow maid agreed.

"I know right? He seemed so irritable yesterday but now..." she trailed off.

The crown prince in question was waiting for the kitchen staff to prepare his and the crown princess' breakfast. He had a satisfied look on his handsome face, which made him the topic of many gossip even though it was early in the morning.

"Of course the first prince is in a good mood." The voice of an older maid huffed. The two younger maids nearly jumped in surprise.

"Huh? What do you mean?" One inquired. They were quite curious, the old maid seem to know something.

"Hmph, the first prince finally spent the night with his wife of course." She smirked, it won't be long until the announcement that the crown princess was with child. "His highness was obviously missing her highness' presence and company." She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The younger maids' eyes widened at the realisation. They snapped back to the first prince personally picking up the trey before heading back to his shared chamber.

Oh, so that's why.

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Oof this got long lmao. Let me know what yall think.

the magi of alma torran [07] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. y/n nearly having a mental breakdown

words. 1.8k

summary. if only you had managed to actually kill arba instead of sealing her spirit away with solomon's help, then this tragedy wouldn't be unfolding like a lethal flower.

notes. there's a lot to unpack in this chapter so enjoy a longer one 🧎🏻‍♀️

comments and rbs are much appreciated!

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ghosts of the past trigger a change of heart.

Who would have thought that a mere crow is all it takes to trigger a change of heart within you? The black bird comes with a letter wrapped around its thin leg, cawing at you in shrill tones that make you shudder. It sits on your shoulder and uses its beak to poke at you in an anxious manner.

"No need to poke holes into me," you calm the bird with a few pats to its head and take the letter from the crow's leg before it flies off to wherever it came from.

With deft fingers, you unroll the letter, eyes scanning over the letters and widening with each word. It's a letter from the First Princess of Kou, Hakuei Ren. Up until now, you didn't even know that Hakuryuu has an elder sister.

Greetings, honored Magi of Alma Torran.

My name is Hakuei Ren, First Princess of Kou and Hakuryuu's elder sister. It has come to the empire's attention that my younger brother, Prince Hakuryuu, has gained help from another Magi. I am uncertain whether you are aware of this country's state, but it is split and if my brother continues with his revenge, he will trigger a civil war. The other princes of Kou are preparing for war and plan on claiming my brother's head if he is to kill my mother, the empress regnant, Gyokuen Ren.

I do not wish to witness my brother's execution, so I am humbly asking you, as an elder sister and not a princess, to come meet me in the Tenzan Plateau. Although I am aware that this is a selfish request of mine, I hope and believe that you are the only one who can stop what is about to happen.

Hakuei Ren

You don't have to think twice about your decision. This is your chance to get to know this world on a deeper level, to know what happened to Hakuryuu in the past. Judar said that what the prince desired was revenge and ever since that day, you wonder why, who and what. The princess's carefully-written letter lands on the desk beside you, alone and abandoned like the initial fascination you had for this reality.

Horizontally, you swing your divine staff through the air and the ruby red gem glows with magic. A magic circle appears, radiates warmth and engulfs your body as you step through the familiar circle. You need to meet the princess, the sister of Hakuryuu, since no one else wants to give you clear answers.

"I'm sorry I have to find out this way, Hakuryuu," you regretfully sigh to yourself.

When you arrive at your destination, you're met with a vast, starry night sky. Fresh is the wind that blows by your face and fills your lungs, the meadows are rich, vibrant and go much farther than your eyes can see. Not too far away, you spot horses feeding on the grass, saddles and bridles remain next to the tents of, what you suppose, are the companions of the Princess of Kou.

"Pardon my rudeness, but are you my brother's Magi?"

One hand is placed on Hakuei's chest, her fine eyebrows are furrowed in worry and possibly a hint of caution. With one mere glance, you can tell that she is the complete opposite of Hakuryuu. Her Rukh are as clear as diamonds, warm and friendly.

"I am no one's Magi, Princess," you state, staff floating behind your back and your head lowering once in greeting and respect. "All I did is lending an ear to your request."

Hakuei breathes a sigh of relief, yet there is dread on her face. "Thank you for coming, honored Magi. Please, follow me inside. I will tell you everything you need to know."

The princess holds her tent open for you and to your surprise, it's rather comfortable and spacious. Several scrolls are scattered along the ground, a small wooden table stands between two pillows where Hakuei offers you to sit down. On top of the table, two steaming bowls of milk wait. It reminds you of home once you take a sip.

"My apologies for cutting to the chase so promptly, but as I stated in my letter, I would like you to save my brother, honored Magi." Hakuei cups her bowl of milk, sets it down and looks you straight in the eyes with a begging shimmer in her own.

You shake your head softly. "Humans can only save themselves, Princess Hakuei. What I can do is to help guide your brother on the right path. Please, tell me what caused him to fall into depravity and team up with a fallen Magi."

Hakuei hesitates, wondering if she can trust you with such sensitive, personal information, but if you can't help her beloved brother, then who will? Judar is the one to encourage Hakuryuu's power trip, causing his pure hatred to flourish. The princes and princess are ready to behead her brother whose only ally is the Black Magi. Hakuei could never hurt her brother, but at the moment, she can't support him, either.

She believes you are the only one she can rely on, anymore.

"We lived a happy life back when the Kou Empire was nothing but a small country. Of course, there were conflicts going on, but my father, the late emperor, managed to unite the countries until one day, he and my brothers perished in a fire," Hakuei pauses. The following words don't come easily to her.

"Hakuryuu said that it was our mother, Gykouen Ren."

Hakuei continues her story, telling you all about Hakuryuu's studies abroad, his desire to take back the country and start a civil war to take the throne which is currently occupied by their mother. Weird people whose faces remain unseen surround her, Hakuei says, telling of strange magic which causes her hair to stand as straight as a candle.

And the more she talks, the more it dawns on you.

Your eyes widen in horror. Not only due to the terrible things that happened to Hakuryuu since he was a child, but also because you realize that this misfortune is your fault. Long ago, you failed to kill a friend who turned into an enemy.

If only you had taken her life back then.

If only you had sealed yourself along with her to keep her spirit in check.

Alma Torran, Il Illah, Al-Thamen, Arba.

You are painfully aware of Hakuryuu's evil deeds. You may not know where he runs off to when he leaves you alone, but whenever he does, the Rukh grow anxious and seem to beg you to do something. The whispers in the streets about the witch, the Empress Regnant who surrounds herself with suspicious figures and the dark premonition you always have whenever you gaze at the castle where the current empress resides.

You decided to be ignorant and pretended this world was fine when deep down, you know it is about to fall into depravity and become a second Alma Torran.

This time, there is no King Solomon to ban Arba. There is only you.

"I will destroy this fake world you created. Even if the only thing left of me is my consciousness." You want to cry.

Hakuei's soft yet deeply saddened features are caressed by orange hues, the candle flickered between life and death as the wind touches the small flame. Tears brim the princess's dark eyes which seem to be lost in memories long gone, long forgotten and yet, they are as clear as day.

"Please," she breathes and rips you out of your self-destructive daze, "save my brother, honored Magi!"

The princess breaks. Tears roll down her pale cheeks and stain her pink robes, coloring several spots a shade darker. Head hanging low, one hand cups her fist as she goes down on her knees, burying them in the dirt below. All Hakuei can see are the blades of grass and the blurry vision of the past she, too, would like to claim back.

The past in which her elder brothers and father are alive, the past in which her younger brother, Hakuryuu, was still shy, but oh so happy. The past which was taken away from her, the destiny which was supposed to unfold.

All of it is gone.

"Princess, I..," you whisper with a lump in your throat and tightly grasp the divine staff in your two shaky hands.

Slowly, you tilt your head back to gaze up into the starry night sky. The moon and the stars illuminate the pitch black night and briefly you wonder if your late friends are within those little stars, watching over you and you hope their constellation will miraculously give you a proper answer. But none would come, you know.

A sigh leaves your lips. Never did you want to become active in the world your friend and king has created. All you desire is a peaceful, normal life and to, one day, pass away to reunite with your loved ones in the sky.

But responsibility claws your back open, leaving you to bleed out under the watch of the moon and its companions. If only you had managed to actually kill Arba instead of sealing her spirit away with Solomon's help, then this tragedy wouldn't be unfolding like a lethal flower. Hakuryuu would still have his loving family, Gyokuen would never have fallen prey to Arba's possession and destiny, the thing that you fought to protect in a life passed, wouldn't run the danger of ceasing to exist.

You have to do something. No longer will you avert your eyes from the truth and duty laid upon your shoulder. Never again will you disappoint those who rely on you and let down The Great Flow.

This time, you will put an end to everything for it is your destiny. You believe that maybe, there is indeed a reason why you, a Magi of Alma Torran, was brought to this world.

Firmly ramming the end of the staff into the ground, you put your hand to your chest. Hakuei startles, jerks her head upwards and gazes upon your glowing self. For the first time in her life, the princess can see the Rukh fluttering through the air. They swarm you, giving you their strength, beliefs and memories.

"I accept your request, Princess Hakuei. As one of King Solomon's Magi, I vow to purify Prince Hakuryuu's Rukh and rid him of depravity! After all, it is my duty to protect this world and the people I love."

Hakuei's bottom lip trembles as she remains speechless for a moment. She can't believe that a Magi of ancient times heard out her request and is willing to grant her a heartfelt wish. One which she can't fulfill on her own.

Getting up from the dirt, she grasps the red robe wrapped around your body and buries her face in the soft fabric. Quiet sobs rock her shoulders up and down, relief and gratefulness is laced in her gentle voice.

"Thank you," she cries. "Thank you, honored Magi!"

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."