Magi Judar x Reader Oneshots

۞ Judar x Reader: Human

Let's just say that I got this idea from Fairy Tail new episodes . . .

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"(First Name)! Fetch me my food and make my bed, now!" Judar ordered like the boss he is.

However, that doesn't work on you at all. "Who do you think I am? Your servant? Do that yourself," you coolly replied to him.

"Well, aren't you?"

"I just said so, didn't I?"

You and Judar were arranged in a political marriage. I know strange, right? The Magi and a magician, who happened to be a princess as well, set to get married? Just what on the earth entered the Emperor's mind when he decided this?

Although the Emperor's words are final, you didn't pay any attention to the black-haired Magi, until recently— when he started talking to you.

And now, this past week, you were always with Judar and he was always with you. The two of you becoming close as ever.

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Judar sat down on a couch full of pillows as you took your place across from him, a table between you two. You placed your right arm on the table, opening and closing your hand repeatedly as you looked at Judar, smirking. Upon getting what you meant, he floated over to you. Take note, floated— because he'd take any chance to flaunt the fact that he is a Magi. As soon as he was in position, the both of you locked hands and started arm wrestling.

Both of you were struggling to bring the other hand down. No one was giving up as seconds and minutes passed by. Getting tired of this, you exerted much force as you can, immediately bringing Judar's hand down in the process.

"I'm right-handed, that's why," Judar quickly mumbled, reasoning out. He then opened and closed his hand repeatedly with a sheepish smile on his face.

Little did you know that he actually let you win that one. Although, even if you knew, you'd argue that he is just physically weak.

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Slowly, both of you were falling in love with each other. You are a princess, but there was no one else who gets along with you as Judar does. And you know that Judar feels the same way.

And then there was this time . . . 

As you were sitting, Judar knelt before you. You raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Is there something wro—"

"(First Name), I want to properly ask for your hand," Judar said in a serious tone, as he held out his hand. "Be my wife," he added.

Caught off guard, you stifled a giggle. This caused him to have a dumbfounded look on his face.

"I don't understand why you have to ask. Did you forget that we're already engaged?" you asked, with an easy smile sporting your lips.

"I know that, brat. I just want to—" he stopped himself from saying anything.

"Yes, I will be your wife, Judar. Just don't die on me," you answered, letting out the usual warm smile that always causes Judar's heart to flip.

Like his heart wasn't flipping a few moments ago, Judar smugly asked, "Who do you think you are talking to?"

"My future husband?" you smirked at him, to which Judar easily returned.