Another unfinished fic based off this art and this art
A Mage/Magic Inhun au where they're both secretly extremely powerful mages sent to protect the kingdom but they're mostly retired now and trying to settle down with new lives.
fic under the cut-
like before, you're free to use this idea/fic to write your own but I'd appreciate credit for my work
Marker squeaked against the board as InHo wrote another formula on it. A two hour class on defense magic and most of it was notes. It necessary class for aspiring mages, but that didn't make it any less boring most of the time.
The teacher, Oh YoungIl, was a strict and stern man. He'd walk straight up to your desk and slam a book near your head to wake you up if you dared fall asleep in his class. The TA, Hwang Junho, was a lot nicer at least. He held study sessions after school for students and it was always helpful.
It wasn't to say Professor Oh was a bad teacher. He was a wonderful teacher. He taught well, most people passed his exams and class. He worked with students who were having trouble. Professor Oh was generally a great guy, just pretty rough around the edges. That man hardly smiles, you might be able to get a smirk out of him if you perform a spell correctly but that's all.
Despite that, Professor Oh is quite mysterious. Nobody knows his power level and anytime he's asked, he gives a different answer. He claims to be a mid rank mage but his auras say he's stronger. Nobody can prove that though. It's just a feeling. He doesn't talk about anything that happens outside of class. Though some students have seen him in Mr Gihun's cafe. That's about all the information they have.
So of course, it was shocking when a young girl, no older than three, comes stomping into class. People assumed, at first, that someone brought their daughter on campus and she ran away. Until they got the shock of the century, when she held her hands out towards YoungIl and cried for her daddy.
YoungIl droped his marker immediately and whipped his head around, seeing his toddler standing in the middle of his classroom. His features soften as he shook his head. Dropping what he was doing, he made his way towards Ga Yeong, picking her up with ease. She's propped against his hip and carried to the front of the classroom.
"Princess, what are you doing invading my classroom?" He nuzzled his face against hers, earning himself a giggle. "Daddy's working."
She didn't answer, instead she gripped tightly onto his shirt, tugging it lightly. A clear sign she wasn't interested in letting him go anytime soon. YoungIl sighed lightly, a small smile on his face.
He cleared his throat, speaking to his class now, "I apologize for the interruption, this shouldn't get in the way of class. This lesson is important after all." The class let out a collective groan. He said that about every lesson. "Oh hush, there's just a few more things for me to get through and then you'll have some free time to do your homework."
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YoungIl sits down at his desk, daughter propped up in his lap. His class was working on their homework, practicing simple spells. He knows some students don't have the ability to practice at home, so this was his way of helping those students get their practice in. Magic was all about practice after all.
GaYeong stands up on his lap, quickly getting her weight supported by her father. "What do you think you're doing, Princess? You're going to fall." He whispers, earning a laugh from Junho next to him.
"I can't believe I used to do the same things to you!" Junho chuckles, watching as his niece sticks her drool covered hands into YoungIl's hair. "Well, maybe I wasn't as gross."
YoungIl raises a brow at him, "you were a toddler, you were just as gross. Ah, Ga-Yeong, don't pull on people's hair, that's not nice" He interrupted himself to lightly scold his daughter.
The small domestic scene doesn't last too long as Seong Gihun comes rushing through the door. The charm on his hat jingling with every step he takes. Youngil's class looked up at him, watching his every movement with curiousity and confusion.
Gihun was well known in the kingdom and out. He ran a widely popular small cafe across the street from campus and was always a hot mess. Some people called him the village crazy person because he was a little bit odd, but you had to give the man credit, he was incredible. As much as he talked, there's not much known about him either. He claims to be a low ranking mage, though everyone knows that can't be true. Some of the spells he casts like they're nothing are too advanced for a low ranking mage. Other people don't question it at all. Choosing to believe him blindly.
It was a surprise to see a low ranking mage in a mid to upper rank classroom. (Most Mages do not get past Upper rank to High rank.) The man looked like a typical witch. A large pointed hat, a long black hooded cloak, a tight purple bodysuit that only covers the top half of his body, and big black heeled boots. Many practicing mages wore cloaks but you had to be advanced to wear a hat. Another reason why his rank made no sense.
Professor Oh looked up from his desk where his daughter sat in his lap. "Ah, Gihun. Come to fetch our little trouble maker?" He smiled, a genuinely large smile nobody's seen on him before. It felt unnatural and natural at the same time.
Gihun's hat jingled as he noded, "Sorry Hun, I didn't think she'd run away like that! I just got so busy during lunch hour that I didn't get a chance to run after her. Hope she didn't disturb your class too much." Gihun picked up his daugher from Youngil's lap.
"Mhm. You should get back now, Jungbae and Daeho might set the kitchen on fire without you there," He grins standing up to plant a kiss on the others lips and then one on his daughters forehead. "Be good for your Papa, GaYeong."
She nods, leaning into Gihun's chest. "It's around her nap time, I'll see you at home, I-YoungIl." He smiles before teleporting himself out of the room. Leaving the students slightly jaw dropped.
YoungIl blinked at his class, confusion covering his face, "what?" He asked, not understanding nobody knew he had a husband, let alone a daughter. Nobody answered his question, leaving him slightly annoyed.
