Judar Scenarios and One Shots

His Pride

Summary:

anonymous asked:

Can I have a scenario where Judar and his wife go to see their daughter preform? Just a cute family moment

Rating - 'E'

"Why did you dress her in so much pink?" Judar spoke quietly to his lover standing next to him, leaning towards her a bit. His lover looked up at him, giving him a stern look, not pleased by the expression of disapproval on his face. "You were too busy off doing political stuff to give your opinion. Besides, I didn't pick it, that's what she wanted to wear." With a roll of his eyes, Judar turned his focus back to the stage his daughter was standing on. She was currently in the middle of a musical performance, playing on some sort of wind instrument.

At this moment, he couldn't remember what that thing was even called. She held it up with both hands towards her right side, blowing into a hole from the piece that rested at her lips. It was made of jade, and he remembered that it cost a ton of money, but he couldn't for the life of him think of the name. He leaned in towards his wife again, speaking softly. "What's that thing called?" His wife nudged him in the side with her elbow, having easy access as she had her arm locked with his. "Hush! It's a Dizi." Judar grumbled nudging her back gently. "Don't shush me, I'll talk if I want."

"You're making us miss her song!" His wife bounced in her spot a bit, becoming frustrated with him. Judar gave a pit of a pout at her attitude and looked back towards the stage, noticing that his daughter had stopped while other instruments played for a moment. He watched as she glanced nervously around the crowd until her eyes locked with his as she smiled, giving a small, shy wave. Judar couldn't help a small grin from stretching across his face, using his free hand to give her a thumbs up.

She had just reached her pre-teen age, and Judar was having a bit of trouble adjusting to her becoming so independent from them already. He still saw her as his little daddy's girl, helping her with everything while trying to teach her how to be a badass. Though, she had started to become more girly as she grew older, and she had decided to focus herself on music instead of magic. Though this disappointed him, he knew music is what made her happy, and that is all he wanted for her.

As she began to play again, Judar felt overwhelmed with pride. Sure, she wasn't an incredible magician like he had hoped for, but that didn't matter. He could tell by the silence and focus of the large crowd around them that she was blowing everyone away with her skill. He felt the urge to start bragging to those standing around him, proclaiming that she was his daughter and that she was more amazing than all the other loser kids trying to perform. She left them all in the dust, and he couldn't help but think that it was pretty cool.

Soon enough, the performance ended and the crowd clapped for all those on stage. After a quick bow, Judar watched as his daughter jumped off the stage and quickly made their way towards them. He couldn't help but to chuckle at how boyish she was all the sudden, pushing her way through the crowd to get to them. She squealed happy as she reached them, having to jump up quite high to be able to hug Judar tightly. "You made it!" Judar hugged her back, having to take a step back to not fall from her jumping up on him. "Why, you think I'd miss that? No way!"

Judar gently put her down on her feet, patting the top of her head gently. His wife came in to hug her next, squeezing her tightly. "We're so proud of you! You did fantastic!" The young girl giggled with excitement, bouncing in her spot a bit once her mother released her. "I'm so happy I finally got to perform! After practicing so much, it feels good to see my hard work has paid off!" Judar nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "You did awesome, kiddo. You were the best, uh... stick thingy player of the whole night."

His wife and daughter both looked at him with the same baffled look, speaking in unison.

"It's a Dizi!"

"Right, right!"