Waifu X Reader

Morgiana x Male!Traveler!Reader (Magi)

Author-san: I had Morgiana as my best girl when I was younger. Always admired her.
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Walking and traveling all across the desert, you were a traveler far from home. Along with your father, a famous man, the two of you travelled the world sending advice and having deals with plenty of people. Unsurprisingly, you had a talent for fighting and appraisal just like your father did. Despite your young age of 10, your talents were flourished. However, it did not mean that you liked your gifts. Appraisal was good but you were always surrounded by rich and corrupted people if you weren't out in the wild venturing. On the other hand, you were a pacifist and did not like fighting. However, it didn't mean you did not appreciate martial arts in general.

Arriving at the city of Qishan, the sandy winds had hit your face. The air felt dry as you tried to breathe in, but you didn't have any complaints. This was part of traveling the world afterall. Walking amongst the crowded streets of the city, vendors and traders everywhere had offered their goods. You ignored most of them and continued to proceed to your destination.

"Father, are we near yet?" You asked, your throat sounding parched. Looking at your small and young frame, your father kindly smiles. "We're headed to the chief of Qishan, it's going to be at that place," he spoke, pointing his finger towards a large and tall structure.

Your eyes glimmered in excitement as you learned where you were headed. Receiving a pat on the head, your father tells you to stay put on the side as he went to buy some drinks to help you freshen up.

Waiting, you look around. Even though you were told to stay put, you couldn't help but wander a bit. Getting lost in the tall and busy crowd, you suddenly bump into a person, one with a frame similar to yours. Looking at the person, you see a beautiful girl with burning red hair and striking red eyes. Blushing, you realized how rude you were being for staring so intently.

You stood up and dusted yourself, giving a hand out to the poor girl that fell with you. She did not take it however, and stood up by herself, seemingly scared— or rather frightened by something. Feeling bad, you apologize even more. She did not respond to your apologies rather went on her knees for forgiveness as tears went out of her eyes.

"S-stand up. W-why are you crying— I'm sorry," you panicked. "Y/N!" A shout came, along with a hand that grabbed you harshly. "I told you to stay put," your father scolded you. "I'm sorry," was all you told him. Showing a sigh, your father notices the small girl kneeling in front of you. His eyes widened in realization and had ordered the girl to run along. Wondering what your father was thinking, you look at him eyes full of question. Sadly, he ignored you and went ahead.

A few more minutes of walking, you reach a tall gate guarded by several men. They all seemed intimidating but you payed no mind— you were a guest, and you knew no one in there would dare to offend you. Being greeted by the servants, you and your father walk through the large halls the place had to offer. Watching the scenery from the inside, your eyes gleamed in excitement.

"We're here, make sure you present yourself well," your father took your attention. Standing in front of a large door, you wait in anticipation to see what would happen.

"Welcome," a boy greeted with a big smile. He had his arms wide open as he went towards you and your father. Behind him was a man covered from head to toe, staying silent the whole time.

Not paying attention to what the boy or your father was saying, you stood there waiting. "Bring it in!" The boy suddenly shouted. Surprised, you flinched and look at the direction he was looking at. Unexpected to see the girl you had encountered earlier, you release a wide smile at the girl along with a wave of you hand.