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lexsssu · 8 months
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Enamored (Ren Hakuryuu)
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TAGS: Hakuryuu/Lucifiel!Reader, smut, breeding, impregnation, parenthood, some plot Ao3 ver.
Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.
“ ...will only have one wife in this lifetime… ”
Ren Hakuryuu still remembers that day as clearly as if it happened only yesterday. Sunshine bathed the temple’s gardens as a soft breeze rustled the verdant leaves of the trees.
But of course, none of the colorful blooms could ever compare to your beauty even as they surrounded you. If anything, they made you look like a celestial flower fairy who’d come down from the heavens to grace them with your presence.
Although some found issues with the silvery-pearlescent scales that traveled down your cheeks and below your neckline, Hakuryuu found them utterly gorgeous. Just like how you’d caress the scar upon his face with such warmth and softness, he can’t help but do the same to you.
But his favorite has to be when he’s lucky enough to bring a splash of color to your cheeks via compliments or his more preferred method…
 “...Are you willing to become my empress?”
The way your blush only highlights the color of your scales has him mesmerized even as he was balls-deep inside your tight pussy. Despite having dumped several loads of cum within you already, the emperor finds himself too enamored to even stop any time soon.
Although it was expected for the empire’s rulers to produce heirs for their nation, there is so much more to this act than the need to conceive an heir. For a man like Hakuryuu who’d faced so many tragedies throughout his life, the chance to finally create something good rather than destroy is something that his battered heart had always yearned for.
And to be able to fulfill that wish with you?
Dazzling, beautiful, kind, and magnificent you.
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When your newborn son opens his eyes for the very first time to reveal two different colors, Hakuryuu feels pride swell up within himself, because he is absolutely perfect .
Simply because he is your child.
“Thank you…”
He presses a kiss to your temple and watches as you fed the baby, enraptured at the most wonderful sight he never thought he’d be lucky enough to witness.
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You: You did great, Hakuryuu. You saved my brother. Thank you!“
Hakuryuu: *blush* „Too much praise, Y/N. Without I would still whine about myself and not getting myself together. I am thankful!“
You: „But in the end, you helped and that does matter!“
Hakuryuu: „If you say so….“
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Bonus:
Alibaba: „Don’t be a creep!“
Haku.: „What do you mean? Don’t touch me…“
Alibaba: „You dropped the ‚-San‘ by her name.“
Haku.: „Huh?!!“
Alibaba: „You are way to close to my sister!“
Haku.: „I am not.“
Alibaba: „Sure, you are. I am never gonna call you brother in law.“
Haku.: „Stop, you are embarrassing!“
Alibaba: „I kick your ass if you make her unhappy.“
Haku.: „Wait …What?!“
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queenofanime · 2 years
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Deadly Sins (Sinbad x Reader)
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"Your father would be disappointed". 
The man before you stopped dead in his tracks. Body stiffening and eyes widening from the audacity he had just heard. 
By now, Sinbad's golden hues were filled with hate, anger boiling up quickly. How could you, Y/n, his soulmate, who he supposably loves, say such a thing? 
Outside, the night was dark, with the moon barley making an appereance. Many clouds blocking the few stars that radiated some sort of light. The wind made itself present with the ruffuling of the trees. Despite the cold weather, you felt hot, Sinbad's eyes piercing through your soul. And while the look on the man, you thought you knew, was slowly killing you, you didn't regret a single word.
You knew Sinbad since he was just a 16 year old dork, who told stories about his adventures in the colosseum, in the most cheesy way possible you may add. You knew him as the guy who was thrown off a cliff naked, alongside Ja’Far and Mystras. You did not know, however, the guy who sacrificed Serendine so he could get Zepar, nor did you know the man standing in front of you. ‘Cause he was not your Sinbad. 
Lost in your train of thought, you did not notice the man walking towards you and closing the distance gap. Only when he leaned in and your skin felt his breath, did you realize of the dangerous situation you had gotten yourself into. 
“I dare you to say that again”. 
Just as you had anticipated, his voice was harsh and low, sending shivers down your spine. You did not waver though…because you meant every single thing. 
“I know you Sinbad. I damn well know who I fell for and you are not that person. I know your father was kind and simple and I sure as hell know your mother didn’t raise you to be a manipulative bitch! So yeah, both would be disappointed”.
Sinbad scowl just deepened but it soon turned to a laughing fit, a psychotic laughing fit. You could only watch and swallow hard for this being the first time you ever witness said reaction. Sinbad would have never thrown his hand at you or hurt you in any way, now you weren’t so sure. 
His laughter soon ceased to exist. 
“I created an utopia! I’ve made the world’s economy grow! I hAVe cReaTED PEACE! I’VE Made tHe WORLD A BETTER PLACE! And YOU DarE—But at what cost?!”
Your sudden outburst took the formerly known King of Sindria by surprise. You always did know how to go toe-to-toe with him. 
“At what cost?” You ask again. And while you don’t notice it, Sinbad sees the tears running down your face hysterically. “You lied to your friends and used them as pawns, you attacked the Kou, manipulated Aladdin, Ali Baba, Kougyoku, and countless others. Yamato Takeruhiko, Ren Hakuryuu, and Nerva Julius are in a wanted list?! Look around you, there’s nothing left.” By now, your crying your eyes out and you hated yourself for it. Allowing someone to see you in this vulnerable state was despiteful. Taking a small breath, you decided to appeal to the logical side of your brain. “You’ve abandoned the people you swore to protect, and yes, you created an utopia, but when things are too good to be true…is because they are.” 
Your mother always told you to keep your chin high and you were not gonna disappoint her now. With redden eyes you looked up at the man who had broken your heart.A small part of you wished that he would reflect on what you’ve said, but it was wishful naive thinking. Sinbad’s eyes were void of emotion.
With shaky breaths you continued. “But above all the horrible things you’ve done, I never thought you would do the thing I feared the most.” “Yeah, and what is that?” 
You looked at Sinbad one last time while you backed away towards the door. 
“You stopped loving me.” 
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judarspeachtree · 4 years
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Headcannons for Hakuryuu, and Judar (seperate) finding out that Gyokuen flirted with their s/o and was getting really handsy, almost borderline molestation, and was completely ignoring how obviously uncomfortable they were
hooooo boy
tw: non-consensual touching!
Hakuryuu
Hakuryuu would lose his shit; If he didn’t already hate that woman’s guts enough before, he most definitely hated her now and wanted nothing more than to go and rip her head off and throw her headless, bleeding corpse into a furnace--then feed the remains to her household monsters. 
Bloodlust filling his veins, Hakuryuu would try to keep calm as he listens to what his beloved tells him about the assault--but on the inside, he’s raging. How dare that woman lay a hand on the person he loved most in the world? She had taken everything from him-his father, his brothers, his innocence-now she sunk her wicked claws into the one person who brought him happiness? It was all some twisted game for her, seeing him suffer. But that would all change soon. He was quickly gaining power, and once his training was finished, he would make that witch pay once and for all.
Because of this incident, Hakuryuu would retort to some serious measures in order to keep his s.o far from Gyokuen’s grasp. He’ll try to stick by their side whenever he can, or better yet, keep them by his side. Or times when he’s not around them, he’ll even order them to stay within his wing of the palace at all times, where he knows they will be safe and far from Gyouken’s sight--he’ll have guards posted around every corner to ensure that nobody would go in or out without his permission. It may become isolating for his s/o, but Hakuryuu assures them that he’s doing it for their own good and safety--and for his sanity.
Judar
Judar is livid. He nearly goes ballistic the moment he hears of Gyokuen’s actions and is seconds away from storming the place and slaughtering the bitch on sight, as his reckless anger takes over him. It takes his s/o to calm him down but even then he still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that she had the audacity to lay a hand on what belonged to him, let alone in the manner she did it.
It’s no secret that Judar was quite a possessive person; he didn’t like anyone near his s/o, only so if he allowed it. Any fool who came at them the wrong way was instantly met a painful, torturous consequence. Because he was protective as he was possessive. So the thought of Gyokuen touching them, running her disgusting fingers over their bodies just drove him insane. It drove him insane because he knew that he hadn’t been able to do anything about it.
Judar noticeably sticks by their side more, almost never letting his s/o out of his sight. He’ll shrug off any question as to why he’s always around them now, claiming he was only ‘bored’ and wanted their ‘entertaining’ presence around, but deep down he knows it’s not the truth. It was far more than that. He’s sticking around because if that woman ever dared to try to come near his s/o again, there will be hell to pay. And it wouldn’t be his blood that would be spilled.
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Fandom: Magi
Pairing: ren hakuryuu x f!reader x judar
Warnings: Sexual content, hinted unhealthy relationships
Notes: I am not proud of this whatsoever, I apologize for the monstrosity that you are about to read but I hope you enjoy :) plz don’t be mean lol
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Hakuryuu is a tender lover in the ways Judar wasn't.
His touches are gentle, hesitant even, as if she were a valuable piece of porcelain that would  shatter at the slightest movement. He's scared of hurting her, she knows, because that's why he always tries to hold himself back during their lovemaking. His kisses are never too rough, the movement of his hips against her own never too forceful, the marks on her skin never too dark.
(But of course, the moment he notices that he's left marks on her beautiful skin, he immediately apologizes and attempts to heal them; to him she is too precious to ever have such ugly marks on her body, she's not like him or Judar, she can't ever bare such horrid things.)
And Judar would scoff at him during their intimate moments, saying, "For someone who's fallen, you sure are soft."  and she would feel Hakuryuu's grip on her tighten as he sent a scowl at the dark magi, whose rukh was dyed as black as his own.
He was not a vicious lover like his magi.
(For every bruise Judar would leave on her smooth [S/C] skin, he would cover up with kisses.)
To him, [Name] deserved to be treated like the princess she was, no, like the queen that they would soon make her become. He may have given into depravity, but that did not mean he would treat the woman he loved with such callousness, like some whore who would share his bed with him for only a night just to be easily discarded the next day.
She was so much more than that.
Her body was a temple, and he was the prophet who would gladly get on his knees to worship it.
Because she was one of the very few people in this world whom he loved, and who loved him in return. And he'd be damned if she'd end up broken at his hands, to where she'd want to slip away from his grasp and leave him just as everyone else did.
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Judar is a violent lover in ways Hakuryuu could sometimes but never fully be.
He likes leaving marks on her beautiful skin, because she is simply his (theirs) to do whatever he wants with. His touches always rough, but they leave her wanting more. His kisses are hungry and devouring, and the movement of his hips against hers harsh and the marks he leaves on her skin are sure to send a message to those who dared to look twice.
And he wishes Hakuryuu would stop being such a fucking pussy and fully let go so he could please their queen correctly, as he does to him. [Name] liked it rough, she wanted to be controlled in the bedroom; he knew it by the way she would cry out his name and beg for more as he fucked her roughly into the mattress, or how tightly she would grip the navy blue locks of his king when he would pleasure her with his tongue.
[Name] was a queen who would submit to nobody but them; it could be painful, it could be suffocating, intoxicating, he didn't care because she was theirs; to have, to hold, to use, to fuck. She was willing to be completely at their mercy, and it was a fucking beautiful thing.
He wishes his king could see that. Strong as he was, (and he was very strong, that was one of the things that had attracted him in the first place),  Hakuryuu still had parts of him that were weak. And he wished to snuff that weakness out.
But how could he if that weakness was the same as his own?
(He wasn't blind to the dark looks his king would give him when he got to rough with her during sex, those icy blues heavy and thin eyebrows furrowed, but he simply ignored them and continued on and did what he wanted anyway; after all, he couldn't be blamed for being this way, violence and blood were all he had ever known, and it's not like Hakuryuu minded when it was him.)
But when it came to [Name], it was different.
And though Judar would never admit it, he could understand why.
Because when all was said and done, he would stare at the remnants of his lust on her body, every cut, every lesion—all given by him.
They may of held a certain beauty in his eyes, serving as a symbol of whom she belonged to—but that fact didn't take away the guilt he would eat at him inside. But why? Why did he feel guilt? His own very hands were stained with the blood of innocents, he felt no regret from that. Spreading wars and causing terror were simple hobbies him.
So why, in the comfort of the chambers where he would lay with his lovers, his woman curled up to his side, did he feel a sudden guilt? For hurting her?
He hated it; the way she made him feel. He wanted to hate her. Yet he couldn't bring himself to hate her.
Because the things he hated, he desired to destroy—Just as he destroyed that wicked witch and all the bastards responsible for his fucked up life, just as he wanted to destroy this worthless world and watch it burn with his beloved king at his side, and just as he longed to destroy that little runt of a magi—
But he couldn't destroy her. No, he couldn't even bare the very thought of destroying something so precious.
He may of been a cruel being, adored by black rukh and wielding the power to make nations fall at his feet with the simple flick of his very thumb. He may of had an insatiable lust to reign bloodshed and death to all of those who opposed them, and recreate the world how they see fit.
He may have hated everything and everyone, but he knew this much—
He may of hated many things about this fucked up world.
But she wasn’t one of them.
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sionnachoir · 4 years
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Bitten (Ren Hakuryuu x Reader)
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(sorry its short i hope ya’ll enjoy! set in Victorian times)
Your heart thumped as you walked down the narrow alleyway. Ash coated you from your job as a chimney sweep, your small stature helping you to get up into the chimney. Your eyes darted about the tall looming buildings, feeling incredibly small in the world.
A sudden shrieking had you jolting, body standing on end as adrenaline started coursing through you. Fear crept over you as another scream rang out, before quickly getting cut off by something. You crept over to another turn in the alley, peaking your head around the corner, blood turning cold as you locked eyes with a woman.
Her eyes were drooping and a young man held her up against the wall, with his head buried into her neck. Blood red stained her shoulder, her expensive white looking dress. Horror filled you as your mind clicked, what kind of sick human could bite another? A gasp must have escaped from you as red eyes snapped to your direction. It felt as if you were looking into deaths eyes, his eyes were almost as red as the woman's blood, she slid down the wall ungracefully as he let go. He had blood coating his mouth and neck, two pearly white fangs sticking out from a wicked smile.
He turned his body towards you, causing you to quickly turn and start running home faster, your mind couldn't comprehend what had just happened. 
There was no way he was a vampire? Those were just stories your mother told you to make sure you stayed in bed at night, right? 
Your throat tightened, suddenly a prickling feeling flooded up your spine before you felt something hit you in the stomach with enough force to send you barreling into the wall. You felt the wall crack with the force, your head smacking off it, sending your vision shaking.
A sickly feeling washed over you, you couldn't tell if it were due to the pain or of the thought of what was about to become of you. Your eye flinched shut as a stream of blood ran down your face, your body slouched to the ground, not seeing the point in fighting. This thing was not human. It let out a raspy giggle, your head ran through a million things you should apologies for before meeting the big man.
"Get up." It's voice was raspy and a little deep. You didn't find yourself hating it, instead you cautiously turned your head towards the creature. Now you could see it up close you could feel your heart speed up. 
He was almost beautiful, his skin was unnaturally pale, his hair was dark and half tied up, a messy fringe framing his face and a beauty mark bellow his bottom lip. Despite the fact he was probably dead they looked soft. He tugged his lip in between his teeth, chewing on it almost as if he knew you were staring at them.
"Please, I wont tell." You begged, eyes almost watering. His expression hardened, your heart thumping as you quickly jumped to your feet. "Good boy." You couldn't help the feeling of accomplishment that swelled through your chest, you wanted him to say those words again. His eyes traveled from head to toe and you suddenly felt as though you were under inspection, with a high chance of failing. 
You took this chance to take in what he was wearing, he bore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows it had a bloody patch around his collar and shoulder, likely from the woman earlier. He had black tailored pants on and an expensive looking pair of black shoes.
"I'll be seeing you." Your gaze snapped up to his, confusion covering your face. You blinked and he had disappeared, you looked both ways without seeing a trace of him. Almost as if he had never existed. The strange boy occupied your mind during the walk home.
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silenceofthecookies · 3 years
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Ohhhh you do magi! Can you do jealousy hcs for Hakuryuu, Kouha and Judal with they see their s/o getting along well with another man?
Hi anon! Sure I can, here you go! 
Hakuryuu
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Hakuryuu is a very loving and trusting person. He will not get into a relationship with you unless he is 100% sure about his feelings and his trust towards you. However, this man has good days and bad days, and his confidence wavers sometimes.
So when Hakuryuu sees you getting along with another man, he won’t intervene. You are probably just being friendly, or maybe talking to a friend. It’s perfectly fine to have friends. If he doesn’t know this person he might even join the conversation to get to know your friends as well.
But he can suddenly turn around and start doubting himself. Is he still good enough for you? Do you really still love him? If he does that while you’re talking to the other man, he’ll quietly excuse himself and leave. If it happens afterward, he’ll avoid you for a while.
After a while he’ll come to you and straight up ask you if you prefer that man over him. It’s not an aggressive question, but it’s sad, filled with his own doubt and worry that he might lose you. There’s probably some tears threatening to spill as he asks it.
It’ll take some words of reassurance and possibly a hug and a kiss to get him to believe you. He knows he’s not the perfect partner, but he tries his best for you.
He’ll admit he got jealous of that man because he’s not sure if he’s good enough for you once he’s calmed down. No matter how often it happens, he always avoids your eyes when admitting it, because he’s admitting he’s doubting his love for you. He hates that he does this, but he’s been hurt too much before, and he doesn’t want to lie to you about it either.
 Kouha
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Kouha is a simple man. If he wants something he’ll make it his. Once he has it, he won’t let go. When it comes to his handpicked group of outcasts who he has taken in, and you, his s/o, this counts even more. Kouha is fiercely protective over those he cares about.
That being said, Kouha is not really one to get jealous. He knows you’re loyal to him, just like he’s loyal to you, and that you won’t run off with another man. If you get along well with another man, that’s perfectly fine. He wants you to get along with his brothers and his subordinates after all.
However, that will not stop him from being the sadistic little asshole he is. If he sees you getting along with someone he really doesn’t like, he will act possessive and angry towards you. He may also threaten the guy some. You know, so they get the message. He’ll ‘punish’ you a little afterwards, which can vary from combing and braiding his hair to a good spanking, depending on your tastes and boundaries.
If he notices a man is making you uncomfortable though? That’s when he actually gets mad. Doesn’t matter who it is, or if you’re trying to be nice to him, if he makes you uncomfortable, he is dead meat. It’ll start with some threatening, which works on most normal men. If it doesn’t though? Then his life is forfeit.
Kouha doesn’t care who you hand out with, as long as they’re good to you and make you happy. He prefers if it’s people from his army because he trusts them most, but if you have other friends that’s fine.
He might get a little jealous if you’re spending a lot of time with them though. Kouha needs a lot of attention, and he will demand it if you don’t give it to him.
 Judal
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Judal is extremely possessive. You’re HIS. Nobody else has a right to kiss you, to hug you, to touch you, not even to look at you! They should be grateful that he isn’t killing them for standing in the same room as you.
So when he sees you getting along with another man? He becomes really mad. It doesn’t matter who this man is, or why you’re talking to them. They have no right to be near you, and certainly no right to make you smile. Judal’s the only one who’s allowed to do that. He will not stand by and watch you and this man get along.
He will somehow hurt this man, either verbally or with his magic, whichever seems more effective and appropriate for the situation. No matter which, he will make sure this man never dares to even look at you again.
He will be very grumpy, if not angry, with you afterwards for letting this man get close to you. You should know that you belong to him. Judal doesn’t quickly forget when something like this happens. He’ll have you make it up to him by doing his hair, feeding him his favourite peaches, and just by being around him in general. For at least that day and the next, he will be sticking by you like glue because ‘he can’t trust you to not flirt with another man again’. It’s mostly teasing you at this point, but the jealousy he feels is real.
He doesn’t like admitting he gets jealous, because it feels like a weakness to him. The denial fuels the anger though, and it can really get out of hand if you can’t get him to calm down. Judal is pretty easy to calm down though, just distract him. He has the attention span of a peanut.
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“Geez, it’s so cold!” you complained, tightening your wool robe around you. Hakuryuu chuckled lightly, inching just a bit closer to you, seeing if he could discreetly give you some of his warmth. 
“That is how it is when winter comes around.” Haku says, a small smirk coming over his lips as he looks at you cheekily. You huff and bump your shoulder with his and shake your head. 
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” you retort. He shrugs and leads you further into the courtyard. The birds were singing their songs, while the trees were moving with the wind. The air was crisp with the cold, but it was refreshing to Hakuryuu. Better than suffocating in a castle full of nightmares.
He looked to you and instantly felt his chest warm up with heat and love. You looked absolutely adorable in the big wool robe he had given you to keep you warm. Though, he wished it was doing it’s job. “Are you really that cold?” he asked you. 
“Yes! I’m not used to this much cold! Where I’m from, it’s always warm and bright and loud. Here, it’s quiet and muted. Not to say that’s a bad thing--”
“No, I understand.” he interrupts you, smiling at you. “I guess I’m just used to it by now.” he said, carefully and slowly intertwining your hand into his. He watched as your eyes widened, and small smile etched onto your face. It made his heart race faster, and he could feel his cheeks reddening from the embarrassment.
When he was about to speak up again, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. And when he figured out it out what it was, he knew immediately that you were gong to love it. “(y/n).” he called out, to which you tilted your head in response. He pointed behind you, tightening his hold on your hand. 
You turned around and was caught off guard and the small white flakes that were gradually falling onto the ground.
Snow. It was snow. The first time you had ever seen falling snow before. “Oh my gosh! Ren, do you see this! It’s so beautiful! Look at how it falls!” you exclaimed, taking a hold of his arm, getting closer to him. 
And as he responded, his eyes never left your face, “Yeah, simply beautiful.”
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Can do sweet hcs of Hakuryuu as a daddy?
Criessss hakuryuu would be the best dad
His baby is his whole LIFE. Forever.
He gets up at night to take care of the baby and enjoys it. Even when you get up he goes with you. Sometimes he'll even just go to watch the baby sleep.
On a sleepy note, he'll get the biggest grin on his face if the baby falls asleep while he's holding them. If someone walks in he'll make a shushing motion and point to the baby.
When the baby is still really little and is playing on the floor he'll lay down next to them and watch them get used to the world.
LET him catch you trying to feed your kid a lemon or something so you can see their reaction. He is TAKING them.
As they age they're so spoiled. They can get anything from dad and they know it. Even still, he makes sure they know that they're very lucky and to be good and share what they have with people who need it.
Will play spar with them and let them win. Dramatically 'dies' and makes sure to give them a long speech about how betrayed he is that they did this to him after he made breakfast.
Whether or not they go to actual school or have on-site tutors, he cries when they start their education because they're getting so BIG how can he NOT.
Gonna be real he's got baby fever. He always wants more. It's not like his family isn't willing to help out and you HAVE servants but if you don't put your foot down eventually you're going to end up with a small army. If you're giving birth to them... lay some ground rules, set a limit, for your own sake. He'll respect it.
Have you see that pic of Robert Downey Jr. holding his daughter on the beach? That's Hakuryuu. Family trips are really for different view while the everyone cuddles.
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yandere-romanticaa · 4 years
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Hiya~ I was wondering what would magi Judar, ja’far, sindbad and hakuryu do if they found out that their darling was actually a powerful enemy? What would they do? Ah, thank you for your time! ^^
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♡ Judal ♡
Judal doesn't really care. His darling is his and he is the one who makes the decisions, not them. Of course though, he will be a little surprised considering that he never anticipated this strange twist of events but unlike the others, Judal does not mind it all. In fact, in his eyes this only makes his darling more desirable and it gives him more excuses to utterly crush them.
He can be as rough as he pleases without having to feel any sort of guilt and remorse because his darling is the enemy. In due time though, Judal will probably turn his darling in to his own personal slave because he is cruel and selfish like that. Darling's life can only go further downhill from there...
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Why aren't there any Ja'far gifs-?!
♡ Ja'far ♡
Oh poor, poor Ja'far. He always does his best to keep a cool head but if his darling were to betray him like this? His heart would be shattered to a million pieces and no words can describe the level of fury and sadness he is feeling at that moment. The temptation of ending his darling right there and then is dangerously high but no matter how loyal he is towards Sindria and its people... Ja'far just does not have the heart to kill his s/o.
Yes, they are the enemy and are actively fighting against him but Ja'far can't stop loving them no matter how much he wants to. A gruesome and bloody punishment is on the horizon for darling dearest because damn did they screw up, big time.
Countless days shall be spent in a dark cell as Ja'far asks them questions about their true intentions, true feelings... After this stunt Ja'far has pretty much lost all of his trust towards s/o which only makes him more dangerous and unstable. So yeah, bad times all around for his darling....
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♡ Sinbad ♡
There is a good chance of Sinbad seeing this coming. But in case he did not, darling sure did fool him. Quite frankly he's impressed but still very hurt. He will fight his darling if he must but he would rather talk things through with them. He just wants to know why, why are they doing this, for who are they working, etc, etc.
There is a spark between him and s/o and he knows this, and no matter how many times s/o tells him that it's all fake, Sinbad isn't buying it. He will have his way in the end simply because he's Sinbad. He can do pretty much anything, even if it means forcing his s/o to switch sides.
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♡ Ren Hakuryuu ♡
Hakuryuu made it clear long ago that he won't tolarate this kind of insolence. Because of that he is going to be beyond mad and saddened at the realization that his sweetheart is the enemy. It will take him some time to process that fact through his head but once he does he will waste no time and Hakuryuu will jump in to action.
He'll look for literally anything to make his s/o join his side and if that doesn't work... well, he will have to become a little more aggressive, you know? He is in pain, he is hurt, but damn it, he cannot let them go! s/o is his and nothing can stop him from obtaining their love. He doesn't care how much blood needs to be spilled in the end. As long as s/o is his, things should be fine... Well, as "fine" as they can be for a filthy traitor.
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hakuuyuus · 4 years
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Eternal (Dad!Hakuryuu x Reader)
requested by @judarspeachtree
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pairing:  hakuryuu x reader
a/n: ahh this made me love daddy!Hakuryuu so much more! thank you for giving me the chance to write this, and for being my first request!! i hope you like it~
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Hakuryuu wipes the sweat from his brow, stopping only a moment to allow himself to breathe. He furrows his brow, arcing his sword up in a long swipe, before dodging an invisible parry. He falls into an easy rhythm, years of fighting and training ingrained into his very being. 
Despite the fact that peace has finally befallen them, and he is able to properly begin his life, a inkling of worry still sits at the back of his mind. He can’t help but worry about what might happen if he falls out of practice, if he isn’t prepared for the next attack. His wife’s numerous assurances quell the nagging fear at the back of his mind, but only momentarily. 
He has a family now, and he has to protect them. He couldn’t bear to lose his family again. 
And that’s why he is here now, holed up in the training room, facing off against a non-existent attacker. He moves quickly, delivering a series of strikes to the enemy’s weapon. Hakuryuu is a formidable opponent by now, with or without Djinn equips. Years of war paid off for something, at least. 
Hakuryuu’s focus is locked onto his battle, and nothing could possibly deter it at this point. 
Nothing except the creak of the large oak door behind him, and the small squeak whomever is behind it allowed to slip out. Hakuryuu pauses, lowering his sword with a soft sigh. Despite not having seen the person behind the door, he knows exactly who it is.
“S/n?” He calls out, a teasing smile on his face.
The door slowly creeps open to reveal wide eyes and a sheepish grin. The little boy looks at least a little guilty about getting caught sneaking around, and that’s enough for Hakuryuu not to scold him. It didn’t help that he had Hakuryuu wrapped around his finger. 
“Hi Daddy,” His son giggles, and Hakuryuu can’t help but laugh a little as well.
“Aren’t you supposed to be studying with mommy?” He asks,kneeling to his son’s level and attempting to play the role of the responsible parent.
S/n averts his gaze to his feet, which have suddenly become very interesting, “I dunno.”
Hakuryuu rolls his eyes, ruffling his son’s hair affectionately, “You’re lucky I can keep a secret.”
And then the boy looks up at him with pure adoration and joy, and Hakuryuu nearly dies right then and there. The boy would surely be the death of him - and it would most likely occur at his wife’s hands. She called them the ‘Terrible Two’, with love, of course. S/n had brought out a more playful side of Hakuryuu, and Hakuryuu was practically helpless under his son’s bright blue gaze. 
“Daddy,” His son pipes, “What were you doing in there? It was amazing!”
Hakuryuu chuckles at his son’s excitement, “Just training. A warrior always has to be prepared, right?”
S/n nods vigorously, his eyes twinkling with wonder, “Daddy is the coolest warrior ever! He’s like swoosh! And rahh!”
His son strikes a few faux battle poses, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. Hakuryuu feels a warm and pleasant feeling settle in his chest at the sight. Then, he remembers that he’s supposed to be responsible, lest his wife get onto him.
“You should probably be heading back, shouldn’t you?” Hakuryuu says, taking note of the way his son’s face scrunches up at this. 
“But Daddy,” He whines, unleashing his watery blue gaze onto Hakuryuu once more, “I wanna train too and be like you!”
Hakuryuu sighs, he can hardly say no to that, “I suppose. But you can’t tell your mother, understand?”
The boy nods, his smile sickly sweet, “Yes Daddy!”
The boy is practically buzzing with excitement as Hakuryuu leads him into the training room, looking for a suitable ‘weapon’. He settles for a short staff made of wood, handing it to the young boy, who gasps in wonder at it. Hakuryuu’s lips quirk up in amusement, and he abandons his sword in favor of a longer staff. 
“Alright,” Hakuryuu says, trying to school his voice into a more serious tone, “Let’s work on your battle stance, first. It’s the most important part.”
S/n nods, his expression earnest as he clutches his staff tightly in his little fists. Hakuryuu takes his silence as a sign to continue and he does, dropping into his typical starting stance. 
His son watched him carefully, doing his best to mimic his position. Hakuryuu was pleasantly surprised to find that the boy was only off by little. 
“Almost,” Hakuryuu says, adjusting the boy’s legs, “Keep your legs a little farther apart. But otherwise, great job.”
The boy preens, “I’m going to be just like daddy!”
Hakuryuu pats his head softly, “I’m sure you’ll be amazing, little warrior. How about we try a simple move, now, since you’re such a natural?”
S/n practically glows at this, and he nods so quickly that Hakuryuu’s afraid his head might fall off. Hakuryuu briefly contemplates on a move, before settling on one the first ones his brother, Hakuyuu, had taught him. Hakuryuu remembers how special that day had been for him, and how he had known no pain or fear at the time. Now, he can’t help but hope that his son will remain that way for a long time. 
Hakuryuu settles back into his starting position, smiling to himself as his son copies him. He guides the young boy through the start of the movement, a simple offensive move. S/n seems to struggle with it a bit more, and Hakuryuu begins to worry that the move was a bit to difficult. He’s so caught up in adjusting his son’s position that he hardly notices the woman at the door. 
“So this is where you snuck off to?” His wife, Y/n, is leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”
S/n freezes, dropping out of his battle pose in favor of a more meek one. Hakuryuu lifts his hands in surrender, wearing a guilty look of his own.
“It was my fault,” He admits, “I should have sent him back to study.”
Y/n only sighs, allowing a soft look to ease onto her face as she makes her way toward them. She lifts her son’s face, smiling fondly down at him with a pat to his cheek, before directing her eyes to her husband. 
“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t weak for him too,” She says, lifting a hand to rest on his face, “He’s going to be very popular when he’s older.”
“As if he isn’t popular now,” Hakuryuu snorts.
S/n only grins innocently at this, before dropping into his battle stance with a determined look on his face. 
“Look, mommy!” He exclaims, casting a short glance back at her, “I’m like Daddy!”
Y/n gasps, “Oh my, you really do! You look like a true dungeon capturer.”
“Like Daddy?” The boy urges.
“Like Daddy.” She reassures him, with a short nod. 
S/n directs his attention to Hakuryuu next, tugging on the leg of his pants, “Daddy! Teach me more please!”
Hakuryuu relents with a sigh, turning back to his wife, who smiles knowingly. Her gaze is full of affection as she brushes his bangs out of his face. 
“Don’t let me stop you,” She presses a quick kiss to his cheek, before taking a seat on one of the benches, “I’ll just be watching my two favorite people from afar.”
Hakuryuu smiles thankfully at her, before turning back to his son, “Ready to practice that move again?”
“Yeah!” His son shouts, leaping up into the air. 
Y/n watches as Hakuryuu leads her son through the moves again, an intense feeling of adoration heavy in her chest. She laughs along as S/n nearly trips over his own feet and calls out encouragement to the young boy. And she feels content. Here, with the two people she loves more than anything. And judging by the soft looks Hakuryuu sends her way, she knows he feels the same. 
And when S/n crawls between them in the bed that night, they can’t help but give in and snuggle closer. And they know, that this is something that is eternal.
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queenofanime · 1 year
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Can you do kouha ren headcanons with his wife but she’s pregnant
Why of course I can! (Secretly one of my favorite characters. LOVE that little psycho)
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Kouha Ren x pregnant wife reader
Kouha has always been and will always be protective. He was protective of his mother, of his outcasts, of his brothers and sisters, so it's only obvious that he will be protective of you. 
Honestly, I don't believe the pregnancy was planned. Kouha wasn't trying to prevent it, but he definitely wasn't trying to conceive either. 
After he finds out about it, he doesn't react the way you would have hoped. In fact, he doesn't react at all. The old Kouha would have probably been ecstatic and excited. Now, he feels detached from the situation. 
His aloofness makes you wonder if he has lost interest in you (believe me, that is far from the truth). That man adores you! He loves you all the way to the moon and back. It's just that sometimes his head can get in the way.
After everything that happened. Hakuryuu, the betrayals, the execution, Kou, Sinbad. His faith has taken the hit. He feels a bit of a failure, and he doesn't want to keep failing, failing you.   
You'll have to confront him about it. And save the poor guy from his own demons. 
Throughout the whole pregnancy, Kouha will be leaning on you more than he should, but I mean, you did marry a toddler. 
Once your belly starts showing, the reality sinks in, and the emotion in his eyes will return. He already treated you as royalty (technically, you are), but as the months progress, Kouha will treat you like porcelain. 
Kouha never thought about all the things that could go wrong in a pregnancy. Therefore, he is visibly distressed when you're in pain but he makes up for it. The best at cuddles and comfort. Him, talking about everything and nothing, helped you get distracted.
Won't ever say what gender he wants out loud, but he secretly wants a girl. He would spoil her rotten (lucky thing). He even came up with the nickname 'pineapples' and has his heart set on calling his daughter that. 
Very goofy when he feels the baby's kicks. Can't stop looking at his hand all day, reliving the sensation.
The doctor said the baby would arrive on April 29. That gave Kouha a chance to organize his thoughts and have time to prepare. That plan, however, goes out the window when you go into labor at 26 weeks. 
Kouha will never forget your scared expression. When the baby is born, it is so small and fragile that the doctor tells you not to keep your hopes up. Premature babies rarely survive. Your spirit might be shattered, but Kouha isn't giving up on his child. Truth be told, pineapples survives. (That's not how you name your child, don't worry)
After the scare, Kouha will never be seen without his daughter/son.   
We all know he loves fashion, meaning he chooses the clothes, you don't. Also braids hair so don't worry if you suck at it.
Overall, he becomes a more attentive husband and dad (something you didn't know was possible). He always tries to make you smile. 
You know you marry one of the good ones.
Hope this is okay. I really enjoyed writing it!
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judarspeachtree · 4 years
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Headcanons if Hakuryuu's so left him during the civil war and they meet again after the timeskip for him to find out she had his baby?
Oh my goooooooood I can’t tell ya’ll how much I love this idea the ANGST the DRAMA
I’m sorry these got long and are a bit sloppy and all over the place, I admit I got carried away--I shall come back and edit them later!
Hakuryuu had been heartbroken at his s/o’s disappearance--he had just woken up one day, only to find her not there beside him. No warning, no note, nothing. She was just gone, without a trace. Though he wonders where she could have gone and why she left, he comes to understand it later on, bitterly, when he was alone, left to deal with the remnants of the war he had caused when he had lost himself within his hatred and vengeance. She had been so against the war and the violence in the first place, so only he was to blame. For that, as well as for the deaths of Alibaba and Judar. Maybe he deserved to be alone...
He misses her terribly throughout the years of their separation, unable to get her out of his mind, the guilt, the loneliness, the longing for her keeping him up at night. Often times he's tempted to go out looking for her but was stopped by Aladdin and Morgiana who thought it would be best not to do so; not then, not at that moment, but the guilt they held in their eyes gave him a rousing suspicion that there was more to their hesitance to find her, that they were hiding something from him--he complies, however, deciding not to give it anymore thought, but it doesn’t stop him from fingering the ring in his pocket that he held onto those past three years--the ring he would have placed on her finger when he made her his wife.
Fast forward to Hakuryuu following Aladdin to a remote village nearing the border of Kou where they stop at a little house on a green hill-- he’s full of confusion as to why the magi was leading him to such a place, only for his breath to be caught in his throat when his blue eyes meet familiar [e/c] ones the moment they step inside. It was an uncomfortable silence that lasted for only a few minutes, but to the former emperor, it felt like forever. Emotions swirling inside of him, overwhelming him by the second as he takes a look at his lost love--she looked so different, but in a good way, she had gotten a bit taller, grew her hair out, and she was so beautiful, so so beautiful--but seeing her wasn’t what sends him over the edge falling to his knees. What sends him is the sight of the small, little boy with dark hair and [e/c] eyes, who stood behind his s/o’s legs, staring up curiously at him.
Hakuryuu couldn’t believe it; he had a son, this little boy who looked so much like him, who clung to his s/o’s skirt was his son, his child. He was a father--a father! He had a family, the family he had always wanted. Before he can help it the tears are pouring from his eyes and words he couldn’t even understand leaving his mouth as he scrambles to his s/o, taking her in his arms and holding her, crying into her hair as he breathes in her scent, savoring it. He couldn’t care less how pathetic he, a now full-grown adult looked; all that mattered to him was the woman who he had missed so much crying in his arms, and the child he whom he would call his son--  and despite only just meeting him, he already loved with all his heart and was overjoyed to be reunited with his s/o, so they could finally be a family.
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‘family’
fandom: magi
pairing: ren hakuryuu x f!reader x judar
warnings: Implications of suggestive content, language! an my writing being absolute garbage per usual, please don’t cyberbully me ;_;
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On a beautiful morning such as the one he woke to, he would like to think that it would remain beautiful. Grow into a peaceful day; the sunlight peaking just above the horizon, pale golden light shining through the windows, the soft melody of bird's song, as well as the privilege of waking up next to two of the people who he loved most in the world, it was sure to be a good day.
Or so he had hoped.
A loud crash followed by a whine and the loud exclamation of "Shit!"  had startled the prince from his tired stupor as he jolts up and, mismatched blue eyes wide and alert. He rubs them, trying to wipe the sleep out of them before looking around his room.
Frowning when he realized that the spaces next to him on the bed were unoccupied—confusing, as he was usually the one who woke up first to start the day— he rose from the bed and went to prepare himself for the day.
It didn't take him long to freshen up and get dressed, but the sound of yet another crash had him rushing out the room, down the stairs to the sound of the commotion, leading him into the kitchen where he was greeted by quite the catastrophe.
Flour covered up nearly the entirety of the kitchen, coating the floor in the white powder from top to bottom, unwashed dishes filled up the sink, a strange yellow liquid (which he hoped to Gods was oil and not what he feared it was) spilled out across the counter, and so much more that he could list,  creating a huge mess that only he would be stuck cleaning.
But of course in the midst of the disastrous sight, were his two lovely partners— [Name], who was also covered in flour and who was knelt down, appearing to be sweeping something up, and Judar, who wore a messy apron with the words 'kiss the cook'—arguing loudly over something he couldn't even care to pay mind to.
Some things never change.
"How the fuck do you burn water, [Name]? Fucking water?"
"Well, I could've done the recipe correctly if you hadn't have thrown the book away, you stupid fucking magi!"
"You're so fucking—"
"Language!" Two heads snap in his direction as Hakuryuu's voice cuts in the argument sharply, giving his lovers a seething glare as he makes a small nodding gesture towards the small, dark-haired child who sat on the floor in the far corner of the kitchen, toys scattered and forgotten as he watched the scene in front of him with wide, innocent eyes.
Taking note of the boy is enough to get the two to quiet down, as they drop what they're doing and turn to face him fully, guilty looks on their faces. (Well, at least [Name] looked guilty, as opposed to Judar, who stood there with a scowl painted across his handsome face.)
"Now what on Earth is going on in here?"  The former emperor of Kou placed his hands on his hips— something he only did when he knew they had caused trouble— and started expectantly, silently demanding an explanation for the state of the kitchen.
Judar, being Judar,  met his stern gaze with a childish pout and crossed his arms, looking away like a child who had been caught sticking his hand in the cookie jar.
"Well, don't get mad at me," he grumbled and gestured towards [Name], who stood looking at Hakuryuu with a nervous grin spread across her lovely face. "It's her fault."
"Me?" The grin dropped from her lips and a look of fury washed over her face. "Don't try to pin this all on me! You're the one who can't follow simple directions and decided to throw the book out the window!"
"Only because you kept trying to force it down my damn throat! Who gives a shit about some stupid book!" The black-haired defended himself, a haughty look appearing on his face. "I'm a fucking magi, baby, I don't need no damn directions."
"Oh yeah? Wellbeing a 'fucking magi' doesn't seem to stop you from making stupid-ass decisions, now does it?" She snaps, "Too bad having all that hair doesn't make up for a lack of  brain!"
"Hey, watch it you fucki—"
"Enough!"  The tone Hakuryuu's voice takes as he raises the volume of it is enough to get the two arguing 'adults' to fall silent once more.
Stepping further into the kitchen, Hakuryuu is cautious and carefully steps over broken glass as he makes his way towards the counter, lifting the spilled bottle of oil. "One, I didn't ask whose fault it was, I simply asked what happened. And two, please refrain from using such language in front of our child."
"Really?" Judar huffs, raising a firm eyebrow. "Look who's talking! Don't act like you yourself don't use 'such language',  Hakuryuu."  He ends his sentence with a suggestive smirk.
A trickle of pink brushes across pale cheeks, the scarred male turning to face the magi with a deep scowl on his flustered face. "That is a completely different situation, Judar! It's different when it's just the three of us, but not in front of Hakuro!"
"Yeah, yeah," Judar gave a lazy wave as his eyes flickered over to the small boy, who had once again become preoccupied with his toys. "It's not that big of a deal. Besides, he's only a brat. It's not like he understands what those words mean anyways."
"He's three, Judar. Children that age are quite impressionable."
"You know, sometimes I forget that I'm  supposed to be the mother, and you the father." [Name] gives a light giggle and places a kiss on Hakuryuu's pink cheek.
"Shut up!"
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True to what he had predicted, after salvaging what was left of his lovers' poor attempt at making breakfast—though, he was truly touched that they had at least tried to do it—and turning it into a delicious masterpiece as he always did, Hakuryuu had found himself stuck in the remnants of the mess they had made. As he always was.
[Name] had been the first to excuse herself from cleaning duties this time, claiming that the "stress" of doing so much 'hard work' had made her rather tired and she 'deserved' to rest since she would be dealing with a child soon—and apparently she wasn't talking about Hakuro. But before he could question her anymore on that matter, she had rushed off into their bedroom for a 'quick' nap. But of course, by quick, she meant a couple of hours.
That left Judar.
And after a long moment of silent stare-off, looking into the beautiful red eyes that belonged to his magi, his resolve unshaken, gaze piercing,  all it took was a simple, wily upturn of Judar's plump lips before he broke. Sighing, he simply dismissed the magi away, of whom had let out an evil cackle before quickly flying out the window and towards his favorite peach tree, which stood in the forest a mile or two from their home.
Truthfully, he hadn't expected any different from Judar.
"Well then," After turning off the faucet to the sink, Hakuryuu turned and walked towards his son who still sat in his chair, playing with a stuffed dragon. "Let's get you cleaned up and put down for a nap with mama, hm?"
"No!" Large, [e/c] eyes stared defiantly into the surprised blue of his father's. "Roro no want to nap! Roro want to help Baba!"
"Help me?" Hakuryuu's surprised expression morphed into that of a gentle smile, his heart growing warm at Hakuro's declaration. "You wish to help Baba clean?"
"Yeah!"
"Very well," Hakuryuu lifts his son into his arms and walks over to the counter where he places him to sit before rolling up the sleeves of his hanfu. "Let's get started, shall we?"
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About an hour had gone by, and the combined effort of father and son had the kitchen near spotless, not a trace of the mess the earlier disaster had left. Admittedly, it was a tad bit more tiring for the former emperor, having to put extra effort into aiding Hakuro with cleaning;  though the boy's enthusiasm and determination, bless his sweet little heart, to aid him in his task truly touched his heart to the point where he was nearly reduced to tears when his son had looked up at him with his large eyes and innocent smile, asking him if he did a good job.
Truly, his child was a godsend. Just what had a man like him, whose hands were so stained with sin and blood, done to deserve such a sweet child like Hakuro? He must have done something right.
A sudden crash, the sound of glass shattering had interrupted his thoughts. Then—
"Fuck!"
Hakuryuu's entire world came crashing down.
Eyes widened like saucers and mouth falling open in disbelief, Hakuryuu's turn towards his son is slow as he stares in shock at the small boy, who stood glaring at the plate he had tried to dry, now shattered into pieces on the floor.
"What—" He sure hoped he had heard incorrectly, his ears were deceiving him. Clearly, the three-year-old had not just said what he thinks he just said. "Excuse me?"
Hakuro's [e/c]- colored gaze met his. "What the matter, Baba?"
"Hakuro," Kneeling down to where he was at his son's height, Hakuryuu placed his hands on his shoulder. "What did you just say?"
"What did Roro say?" Dark locks fall over his eyes as he tilted his head, a look of confusion on his face. "Oh, Roro say Fuck!"
Hakuryuu blanched.
No. Nonononoonono—his worst fear had come true. His sweet son, the light of his life, had been corrupted! His innocence tainted, mind now ruined with the impurity of such dirty words. And it was all his fault! He had failed as a father.
Fighting back tears that threatened to form in his eyes, Hakuryuu's grip on the boy's shoulder tightens. "Hakuro, listen to me, you mustn't say that!"
"Say what?"
"Th-That word!"
"What word, Baba?"
"That word you just said!"
Silence. "...Fuck?" Hakuro blinks innocently, not understanding the reason behind his father's distress.
"Yes, that—no, stop saying that!"  Hakuryuu was close to pulling his hair out.
"But why?"
"Because..." His mind was in shambles, far too clouded with grief for his brain to process any words correctly. "Because it's not a good word!"
"But Mama and Baba Ju say 'Fuck' all time!"
"Yes, well,  they shouldn't be saying it either!" Hakuryuu cried, unable to stop a few tears from falling. "Listen Hakuro, that is a very inappropriate thing for a child to say! Just please,  don't say that word again. Don't be a bad boy."
Large (e/c) eyes grow wide as they begin to moisten with tears, and the boy's lips tremble. "I-I no mean to be bad boy, Baba!" He sniffles, rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists as he began crying.
Instantly, guilt blooms in Hakuryuu's chest, and he mentally scolds himself for making his son upset. If there was one thing he knew his child inherited from him—it was his sensitivity. (Though to be fair, Hakuryuu didn't think he was nearly as sensitive as he used to be. He was a grown man now, he had changed a lot!)
Pulling the boy in his arms, Hakuryuu rocked him gently, trying to hush his cries. "Shh, Hakuro, please don't cry,"  he strokes his son's dark hair.  "You're not a bad boy at all, you're a good boy! Baba was just being silly." Though in reality, he personally felt his worries weren't all that silly, as any parent wouldn't want to hear their young child use any foul words, but he did not like seeing his son upset.
The boy's sobs quiet down, and he pulled away from his father's chest, looking at him through large, teary eyes. "Really? Roro good boy again?"
Hakuryuu smiles gently. "Of course."
When all was settled, his son finally calmed down and returned to his normal, cheerful self Hakuryuu set him down and sent him off to go play. As he finished off putting the dishes away, he couldn't help but ponder, perhaps he was overreacting? It wasn't like his son was a bad child— he was mostly well-behaved, and radiated that natural curiosity and cheerful attitude most toddlers had. Perhaps he wasn't giving him enough credit? After all, he was only three. Like Judar had said, it wasn't as if he knew what that word meant.
Did he really have anything to worry about?
He watched as Hakuro played with a stuffed dragon his aunt Kougyoku had given him, innocently babbling and giggling to himself as he made the toy fly. It was as if the earlier issue hadn't even occurred, gone and far out his mind as he played in his own, blissful little world.
Pale lips form a smile. No, he didn't have to worry about anything— as long as his son grew up in a loving, happy home and raised to be a good man, he would be fine.
Nothing to worry about.
But then, the sound of the front door slamming open suddenly echoed, as an all to familiar voice rang out.
"Hey, why the fuck is it so quiet in here?"
Except for that.
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yanderewhims · 4 years
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Hi! Can I please get some HC’s of how Hakuryuu would feel if his fem!s/o become jealous because some of the Kina Kingdom girls were swooning over how handsome and talented Hakuryuu is? She tries to pass it off as nothing, but she knows that she has grown feelings for the ex-emperor since he first forced her into the relationship.
TW: yandere, implied kidnapping, stockholm syndrome?
While Hakuryuu is flattered by the attention he gets from the Kina girls, he pays them little mind–as he already had a woman he held near and dear to his heart so he doesn’t think much of it–however, what catches his eye is the scowl on his beloved’s face as she glares holes into the Kina girls’ backs as they walk away from him. Now what would cause such an ugly expression on such a beautiful face, he wonders, but doesn’t bother asking her; he figures she’s just in a bad mood due to being tired or something of the sort.
But when his darling snaps at a scantily-clad female that had come his way, fawning over his ‘good looks’ and talent, Hakuryuu is shocked. Never had his sweet one showed such hostile behavior towards someone before (well, she did at him in the past when he had first so ‘kindly’ ‘brought’ her into his home, but that was completely different), then it hits him–was she… jealous of the attention he was getting from other women? Pondering over the thought, a realization comes to him: normally his beloved was rather well-behaved and never acted out of line–she knew better than to act out by now, he made sure of it–and nothing ever brought out such questionable behavior…until a couple of pretty-faced females came his way and basked him with their attention…oh, she was jealous!
It was quite a surprise to him–a delightful one at that. Usually, he was the one who got rather jealous, and any man who ever looked her way was met with a scathing, threatening glare that just dared him to come near her. The body count of those who came around her with the intention to steal her away wasn’t that high, but it could always grow. But he only got jealous because she belonged to him, and the thought of anyone taking her away from him utterly infuriated him–but because he loved her. He loved her so dearly that the thought of her being with another pained him. So…did her acting with such jealousy meant that she finally returned his feelings?
When he confronts her about her behavior later on that night in their shared room, at first she brushes him off, refusing to talk about it–but eventually, he gets his way as he always did, how he always does–through force. She breaks down and confesses that she didn’t like the way those women were looking at him, because she was the only woman who was supposed to have his attention and nobody else because she loved him; and as she rambles on Hakuryuu feels his heart nearly explode in his chest with warmth as those words repeat themselves over and over again in his mind: she loved him.
She loved him. His darling loved him! Finally, after everything they had been through–from the moment he laid his eyes on her in Sindria, to him ‘insisting’ on dragging bringing her back to Kou with him, the cries, the hateful words, the escape attempts, the harsh punishments, losing his crown and being on the run with her, Aladdin and Morgina–he finally had her love. Oh, he was absolutely giddy!
He interrupts her words with a passionate kiss, pouring all his love into it, peppering her face with quick little ones after pulling away and brings her to their shared bed so he can show her just how much he loved her in return and that she was the only woman in his life–the woman who would remain at his side forever, now without him having to force her to.
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silenceofthecookies · 3 years
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Can you do hcs for Hakuryuu who's fem!so who is feeling jealous and insecure over the fact that he used to like Morgiana and she feels like a rebound?
Sure! Here you go! 
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Hakuryuu doesn’t do it on purpose. He rarely even talks about Morgiana. When he does, however, he will not hide his high opinion of her, even though the feelings have faded. He still respects her for being a strong, dependable and beautiful woman. What he doesn’t realize at first, is that his honest, unfiltered opinion of her might make you feel bad.
To Hakuryuu, your feelings don’t really make sense. He confessed to Morgiana, sure, but that was before he even met you? On top of that, he was clearly rejected by her. He accepted the rejection and moved on. He met you and got together with you. Why are you being so jealous about it all?
Hakuryuu is one of those men that doesn’t realize that by praising another woman who he used to be interested in, he’s making you feel insecure. In his eyes he’s simply being friendly with everyone, nothing wrong with that, right?
When you tell him you think you’re a rebound to him, it all clicks. However, he has some trouble understanding your feelings. Do you not trust him? He told you regularly that you were the one his heart belonged to, didn’t he? Why were you still so insecure?
Once he knows what’s going on, he’ll try to pay more attention to it. He’ll keep some physical distance from Morgiana whenever he sees her, he’ll watch what he says when he expresses his opinion of her, and he makes sure to regularly tell you his high opinion of you.
He hates that he makes you feel that way despite not wanting to. On bad days, he’ll even be a little annoyed whenever you get like that, because what more does he need to do to convince you you’re not a rebound? You know he can’t completely break off all contact with her. You already know he keeps it at a minimum. He will try his very best to hide this annoyance though and he will never say these words out loud. Despite the occasional annoyance, you’re still the woman he loves and he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings more than he is already doing.
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