Boreddd

[guesswhatimasimp]

Can I have a MC wearing wedding dress or wedding suit plssss xP

i can't decide on which so have both

[niinomae]

in another life, another ghost marriage

[miraeofficial]

THE HOUSEWARDEN'S FAVORITE

HEARTLABYUL'S HOUSEWARDEN, RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, created a secluded rule that was never officially put forth in the Queen of Hearts' formal rulebook. The rule would be applied only during unbirthday parties in the Heartslabyul dormitory, where you are (unknowingly) permitted to have your preferred pastries or sweets served only to you, while the other students must settle for the standard fare. Of course, any modifications that you wish to make from your palette are keenly tracked by Riddle himself, ensuring that your tastes are always catered to during these gatherings.

SAVANACLAW'S HOUSEWARDEN, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, had given you exclusive access that no one else in his dormitory had ever received before, disturbing him without consequences that could bring a lifetime of humiliation. To the oblivious eyes, the whole ordeal may be treated as trivial, but to those who have explicitly known the mighty beast, it's a golden opportunity to enjoy a rare privilege. You can bother him anytime you want, even if it's the stupidest thing in humankind, and he will never bat an eye and will willingly give you his undivided attention without question.

OCTAVINELLE'S HOUSEWARDEN, AZUL ASHENGROTTO, is a businessman who is familiar with the rulebook of satisfying his customers, especially those that are considered valuable to the Mostro Lounge. Recently, a new extension to the campus cafe was secretly implemented, and only one lucky customer is authorized to enjoy the exclusive benefits it offers. A private dining area with personalized and first-priority service and a specially curated menu that complements your palate awaits you. Surprisingly, the merman is gracious enough to deduct the costs of your meal from your total bill, transitioning it into special discounts and perks for being a preferred patron.

SCARABIA'S HOUSEWARDEN, KALIM AL-ASIM, is the epitome of generosity. True to his nature, he is happily inclined to deposit a heaping amount of allowance money into your bank account every month, ensuring that you are well taken care of and never have to worry about financial constraints! He's beaming every time a notification shows the number of items you've purchased with the money he gave you. If that wasn't enough, he would casually permit you to have exclusive entry into most of his prized belongings, for instance, like ancient artifacts or rare jewelry that could only be accessed by a select few.

POMEFIORE'S HOUSEWARDEN, VIL SCHOENHEIT, often never keeps the surplus of beauty products he sponsored for himself due to cluttering his own living space, instead opting to deliver the products that match your complexion and personal preferences directly to your doorstep. Whenever he was away to do shooting, regardless of how busy he was, he would often strictly instruct you to have a video call with him to assist you on how to properly use the products, ensuring that you achieve the desired results. There are some occasions when he would drag you to have beauty appointments with him and receive personalized treatments from his favorite aestheticians, all in an effort to help you look and feel your best.

IGNIHYDE'S HOUSEWARDEN, IDIA SHROUD, never dared to let anyone enter his room. However, the whole world has to hold its breath when you are given the green light to freely enter and exit his room whenever you want. At any time you visited him, his once messy room had gradually transformed into a meticulously organized space, which was a surprise change that only you seemed to be able to bring out in him. As if you weren't lucky enough, during gaming sessions, he sometimes lends you his account that he has spent years building up, giving you access to rare items and exclusive content that you could never obtain on your own.

DIASOMNIA'S HOUSEWARDEN, MALLEUS DRACONIA, knows a character with a sincere heart when he sees one. From the several interactions you had with him, he only knows goodness emanates from you, as you always treated him as an equal rather than just a royal heir, which left an impression on him. To reward your kindness and genuine nature, Malleus has decided to bestow upon you a special curse that may aid you in your future adventures. This curse will grant you his eternal protection and guidance, ensuring that no foolish foes are able to harm you as long as you carry his mark on your skin.

[reixlle]

you're out of touch, i'm out of time

[wolfythewitch]

Dog years

[danijaci]

xiao rkgk

[marikacreate]

«And thanks to you, I got a chance to see all the beauty of the universe. Things I never even knew were in the world. Or could be. A chance no human will ever get again».

[heiibo]

[mmm0rkgk]

[yaoyaobae]

freedom

[k3n999]

i mourn them...

[r-evolve-art]

Master List of Soulmate AUs

Edit: Updated 25/October/2019

[ALL THE LINKS HERE] <- Easier reblogging

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [More TBA] (Full list below, these are just the posts the lists are from) 

Gosh I hope there’s no repeats… Let me know if there are, I’ll edit it. Some of these AUs are probably in an improper category, sorry.

—–START OF LIST—–

–Something Written/Drawn–

-Each others’ names on their wrist/palm/etc

-Names on both wrist, one soulmate other enemy, can’t tell which one is which

-Each other’s initials on their wrist/palm/etc

-Each others’ first words to one another

-Each others’ last words (to one another)

-Same marking on each other’s skin

- Each soulmate has one half of a quote that is important to their relationship.

-A timer for when they shall first meet

-A timer for when the other dies

-Timer counting up and stops when you’ll meet your soulmate

-Timer starts counting the moment you meet your soulmate

-Writing that says how old your soulmate will be when you meet

- Everyone is born with a unique number only they and their soulmates have. 

-Writing that says what your soulmate is most passionate about

-Your soulmate’s feelings about you is written on your body

-Your soulmates first impression/thoughts about you is written on your body

-Written on your palm is what your soulmate is thinking

- Each year imprinted on your arm, whispered in a dream, sent in a mail or whatever, is a hint to who/where is your soulmate. 

- Each day on your arm is a particular event your soulmate will face today. (Examples: Promotion, family death, new pet, meeting soulmate…)

-Every night you receive a message about a random sentence your soulmate has said that day. 

-You have a watch that says the timezone your soulmate is in

-The first drawing you see from your soulmate is tattoo-ed on your skin

-Meter of how dangerous your soulmate is

-Meter of how in danger your soulmate is

- A touch from your soulmate will leave an imprint there (like a different coloured area on your skin, or a symbol, or name)

- Ink marks (similar to tattoos) are on your body. When your soulmate is in the vicinity, it’ll slowly move, as if reaching out. When you two touch, the tattoos will connect with each other.

-Counter (maybe on your palm) that depicts how many times you pass your soulmate

-Timer of how much time you spent with your soulmate

-Timer of how much time you don’t spend with your soulmate (maybe only in effect after you meet them)

-You only get the first letter of your soulmate’s name

- The first (or last) words your soulmate speaks every day is written on your arm.

- The first sentence you say to your soulmate is written on yourself (after you say it, maybe).  

- The most important thing your soulmate says to you is written on you.

- The most important thing your soulmate says (to you?) that day will be written on you.

- The most frequent thing your soulmate says to you is written on you.

- There’s a symbol (or written words) of what weather your soulmate is experiencing right now (or going to experience later in the day).

- Your soulmate’s birthday is written on your arm.

- The last thing you were thinking about before meeting your soulmate is written on them.

-  Your thoughts about your soulmate or having a soulmate is written on their body. Over time the words accumulate, some growing smaller or fading, but never disappear.

-  Amount of time you’re with your soulmate written on you. Could be a permanent number or a number that accumulates over time.

-  Written on you is a badly worded description of how you’ll meet your soulmate (Ex. Reality: Meet in coffee shop spill drink- - > Description: “You’ll meet in a place of high energy and it’ll be hot”)

-  Soulmate marks are only visible after meeting and/or touching.

-  Every time your soulmate lies, their words are written on you.

-  All the nicknames your soulmate is called by is written on you.

-  Whenever someone describes your soulmate, those words appear in a special journal.

–Changed Vision–

-See colour for the first time when you meet, fades away when they die

-Will only see shades of your soulmate’s eye colour until you meet

-Can only see colour to places your soulmate’s been/touched

- Human beings themselves and everything they touch is monochrome, until they meet their soulmate. Then everything they touch is in colour (except for human beings who aren’t your soulmate).

-Everyone is technically “blind”. You can only see what your soulmate sees (until you meet them maybe)

-  Each genuine emotion your soulmate expresses to you adds colour to your world (Ex: yellow for happiness, blue for sorrow, red for passion, etc).

–Different Abilities–

-See/hear/speak/etc for the first time when you meet 

-Being next to soulmate heals injuries

- You stop aging at a certain age, until you meet your soulmate and grow old together.

- Everyone has super powers, but when soulmates are together their powers are nullified by each other.

- Everyone has weak powers, but when soulmates are together their powers are amplified

-Have the same super power

-Soulmates have opposite powers from each other (fire and water, invisibility and high noticeability, etc)

- Teleport to each others side

- Everyone has the ability to manipulate the force of wind to an extent. The wind blows in the direction of where their soulmate is. (Maybe the wind is stronger depending on your bond)

- Everyone has powers, and when you meet your soul mate you swap powers. (Probably have to hang out with them to get pointers on your new powers)

- You can cast one portal anywhere and so does your soulmate. Your portal leads to your soulmate’s portal and vice versa.

–Sharing–

-Get the same emotions as your soulmate does (They’re sad, you’re suddenly sad) 

- Get the same injuries as your soulmate does

-When you get sick, so does your soulmate

-Soulmates share the same handwriting

-Soulmates share the same fingerprints

-You share your knowledge with your soulmate

-You share your temperature with your soulmate

- Songs sung by your soulmate is stuck in your head. 

- Whatever music that is stuck in your soulmate’s head is stuck in yours too.

-There’s a radio in everyone’s heads that they share with their soulmates, the two(?) of you can change the tunes

-Unique song imprinted in your mind that only you and your soulmate knows

-Have the same tics at the same time (verbal tics, drumming fingers, humming, etc)

-Cellphones between soulmates are in the same condition (cracked screens are in the same places)

-If you’re having a good/bad day, your soulmate will have the same amount of good/bad day. (Or alternatively, the opposite)

- There’s a small screen only visible to you that allows you to see what your soulmate is seeing (think kind of like those video games with splits screens)

- Soulmates share the same afterlife   

-Have the same heart beat

-Heartbeat morse code for soulmates name

-Soulmate’s heart beat on your wrist

-Everyone has life points/years left in their life, and people can give their soulmates their own life points/years if they’re lacking

-Whenever you lose an item (like a sock), it ends up in your soulmates’ possession somehow

-Everyone has a different sky that is shared with their soulmate (except clouds/sun/moon stay in the same position for everybody, so weather is not affected). Everyone has the ability to draw on the sky, making splash of colours or little notes for only them and their soulmate to see.

- Everyone receives a special accessory (hat, watch, necklace, bracelet, etc) that is exactly alike with their soulmate. Many people, when they meet their soulmate, like to swap theirs with the other.

- Taste the things your soulmate is eating/drinking.

- You share talents with your soulmate.

- Everything you record is sent to your soulmate.

- Everybody has some type of tablet thing that’s a shared space you and your soulmate can draw on.

- Wake up and sleep at the same time.

-  Special pens where if both soulmates are holding their special pen, they can both write/draw the same thing. (Like sharing one pen in different locations.)

-  People have a tendency to experience whatever emotions their soulmate have pent up inside them.

-  Once you hit a certain age, or once a year, you swap bodies with your soulmate.

-  Same as above, except with your soulmate’s closest friend/enemy.

-  Soulmates can swap bodies with each other any time.

-  When someone touches your soulmate, you can feel it mirrored on your skin.

-  Whatever your soulmate eats, you get a craving for it.

- You’re forced to sing whatever song your soulmate is singing, or get into a perfect duet.

–Communication–

- Telepathic link with your soulmate.

-Write something on your own skin, appears on the other’s skin as well

-Meet soulmate in dreams every night (with the ability to interact)

-Can meet soulmate any time in a shared mind space

-Before you die, you get to send one last message to your soulmate

-You can send one item to your soulmate every year (or whenever)

-You have this limited stack of sticky notes. Write whatever you want on it, and that note would magically appear somewhere in your soulmate’s line of sight during that day. 

- Soulmates can communicate with each other in a language only they understand.

- When concentrating, you can write out your soulmate’s thoughts.

–Changed Physical Features–

-Your eyes are your soulmate’s hair colour, changes when they dye it

-Everyone has heterochromia, one eye is your natural colour the other is your soulmate’s natural colour. Once you meet all eyes return to natural colour. 

-Your hair colour is your soulmate’s sexuality flag (remember that there can be platonic soulmates, and that sometimes you can be soulmates with someone but they’re not soulmates with you)

- Once you meet your soulmate, you grow wings like an angel. You gain one new feather each time something special happens between you two. When your soulmate dies, you lose all your feathers and can no longer fly.

–Restrictions–

- It is impossible to lie to your destined soulmate.

- Under a curse until you meet your soulmate 

- They have to say each other’s name to figure out they’re soulmates.

- Only your soulmate can kill you.

-The only voice in the world you can/can’t hear is your soulmate’s

-If you don’t find your soulmate by your #th birthday, you die

-Everyone wears a mask. You get to finally take it off when you meet the one with your identical mask, your soulmate.

-You’re stuck in a room filled with clones (with maybe slight differences) of your soulmate. You need to kill all except your soulmate or else you won’t get out/be together.

- On top of everybody’s head is the name of their soulmate. You can’t see your own. If you tell somebody their soulmate’s name, something unfortunate/death will happen to them/yourself/a soulmate.

-Your soulmate is invisible to you until you figure out a certain trigger.

- If anyone except for your soulmate says your name, you die

- Opposite of the above, if your soulmate says your name you die

-The only words you can say is your soulmates name until you meet them.

-You can’t harm your soulmate

-You can only harm your soulmate

-You have a limited number of words, and you can only recharge when you’re with your soulmate (when you use up your word count, you die)

-  Everyone has a special pen that can only have the writing erased by their soulmate.

-  Every human has a limited number of words they can say before turning mute, but to their soulmate that limit is gone and they can speak endlessly to them.

-  Opposite of above, you have a limited number of words you can say to your soulmate before turning mute (only to them?)

–Experiences/Actions–

- When you meet your soulmate, time stops for a month for everyone besides you two.

-For a month, you and your soulmates have to go through different soulmate AUs each day (ooh you can use my lists for ideas *cough cough*)

-Each year at a certain age, soulmates are paired together into some sort of battle royal thing, best OTP wins

-At the corner of your eye, you can see a blurry vision of whatever your soulmate is doing (like sitting down drinking coffee in your living room, even though they’re doing this in another area)

-Soulmates can switch lives whenever they feel like it

-When you meet your soulmate for the first time, you get a flashback/relive their entire lives

-Similar to above, except you get glimpses of their future

-Before you die, you flash through your soulmate’s entire life (what they were doing before they met you, if they’ve ever lied to you, etc

-Hidden in dreams, but never interacting, is your soulmate

-A certain time frame began to loop, and the only way for it to stop is to find your soulmate

- You will keep looping your life until you meet your soulmate.

- Legend says that if you fold 1000 paper (Cranes? Planes? Rabbits? Anything really) You can meet your soulmate.

- Everyday, you have the chance to spin a wheel that will determine an event your soul mate will face. (Some people may avoid it for bad luck, others may spin it for the slim chance of your soulmate getting a cure for their illness or something)

-There’s this special video game where your partner is your soulmate. You only get to meet if the two of you finish the game.

-At the age of sixteen, everyone goes into another world for two years, hanging out with their soulmate. Time is warped to make sure the two of you are sixteen in this world. When the two years are up, you’re sent back into the real world, with fractured memories of what happened. These foggy memories make it hard to find them again. (Numbers can be changed.) 

- The first time you touch your soulmate, you’re forced to relive their best day and/or worst day of their lives (past or future).

- Human beings die on their 25th birthday (or any number). To prevent this, they have to meet their soulmate. But only one of them can survive.

- If you haven’t met your soulmate but have been in the same vicinity of each other (like passing each other on a street or in the same building), that day will keep repeating until you find each other.

- Once you meet your soulmate you’re literally stuck to each other for the rest of the day.

-  After death, you become your soulmate’s guardian angel (may require going back in time, or not).

-  Every night, dream about what your soulmate is going to experience the next day.

-  Something fills up before meeting your soulmate, like a heart ink tattoo getting coloured in or a bottle filling up with liquid/sand/origami stars/etc. The moment it is full is the moment you meet your soulmate.

–Compasses–

- A red string tied around your pinky is connected to your soulmate’s pinky (when the two of you are in a certain distance)

- You can only see the string of fate when you close your eyes.

-Temperature gets hotter the nearer they are, colder when they are further away

-Each person has a spirit animal that can lead you to your soulmate

-If you send off a paper airplane, it shall reach (or move in the direction of) your soulmate.

- Counter of how many footsteps away you are from your soulmate

- Your soulmate leaves coloured footprints only visible to you

- Throwing something you love on the full moon will land on your soul mate

-You can feel a tug from wherever your soulmate is. These may either be automatic, or have stronger tugs whenever your soulmate is in distress.

- Each soulmate pair has a constellation, and the constellation that you perceive to be the brightest is pointing towards where your soulmate is.

-  Progress bar of how close you are to your soulmate.

- Herding goose that herds people to their soulmates. (No I did not make that one up and it has been written more than once apparently, even before the Untitled Goose Game.)

–Hints–

-You get a photograph of your soulmate and vice versa, somehow (Could be yearly, could be at a certain age, could be a photo of when you first met, etc)

-The voice in your head (example: your conscious) is your soulmate’s voice (by that I meant that they have the same voice, not that’s it’s your soulmate’s personality in your head– y’know, take it as you will)

- Every year, you receive a puzzle piece. The whole picture is your soulmate’s name/appearance/location/etc.

-Mysterious letter detailing to one person when they’ll meet, and another letter detailing where they’ll meet to their soulmate, but not both (Person A gets when they’ll meet, Person B gets where they’ll meet)

-Letter about details of how the meeting between soulmates go (example: “you get pushed into a lake by a guy in a duck suit and your soulmate helps you”, etc)

-Bubbles gives you a blurry glimpse into your soulmate’s world (visions of possessions, friends, family, laughter, crying, etc)

- Everyone holds a locket with their soulmate’s picture, but it can only open when certain conditions are met

- Instead of removing flower petals for “loves me, loves me not” the flower petals dictate whether you’ll meet in this lifetime (“meet me, meet me not”) and it’s forever accurate.

- Everyone has memories of their soulmate in their past life.

- Everyone receives a picture of their soulmate (at a certain age) taken the year they met. 

- There’s a point system in life. You can purchase clues as to who your soulmate is for 50 (or any number) points.

- You get to meet the parents of your children’s soulmates.

- You dream of the place of where you’ll meet your soulmate.

- The first picture you and your soulmate are in will be sent to you on a birthday (which can be tricky if it was, for example, a class photo. Or a newspaper picture of a crowd).

- Counter of how many times you’ve passed by or seen your soulmate.

-  One soulmate owns a lock and the other owns the key to that lock.

–Your Soulmate–

-If you and your soulmate possess the same item, it’ll glow

-Everyone has a special pen/marker/drawing utensil. Using it, the lines are thicker when their soulmates feel strong emotions, thinner when they’re feeling weak, run out of ink when they die, etc.

-There’s this special block of clay that represents your soulmate. It has a special colour and changes forms depending on how your soulmate is feeling.

- There’s an object that changes colour depending on what mood your soulmate is in

-Reflecting in the mirrors is the appearance of your soulmate

-Plant that represents the soulmate

-Receive piece of cloth with soulmate’s scent

-You get a notification whenever your soulmate is asleep or awake (like a real life friends list)

-Everyone gets a list of their soulmate’ worst qualities

-Everyone is born knowing their soulmate’s (future) biggest secret

-List detailing the differences between you and your soulmate

- You can sense when your soulmate is in distress

-Whenever you have a question, your soul mate has the answer.

-Once you’re an adult, you get kicked out of the house until you find your soulmate.

-Everyone gets little books of what people think about their soulmate (but never said out loud)

- Everyone has a device to check if the other person is their soulmate (like a light that’s red when it’s not and green when it is). It gets brighter when they’re full of life, dimmer when they get sick, and out of batteries when they’re dead.

- Literal sparks fly when you’re near your soulmate, soothing for the two of you but static shock for others.

- Your level of talent at a hobby is determined by how close you are with your soulmate.

- The outline of your shadow is your soulmate.

- You meet your soulmate the day after the worst event of your life.

- Everyone somehow owns a creature who possesses the same (general) personality as your soulmate.

- You know every number about your soulmate (Phone number, number of times they said hello, social insurance number, number of days left, etc…)

—–END OF LIST—–

Enjoy! You can use any of these without permission (but if you do tell me you’ll use one I’ll be giddy that you read this and it’ll make my day, I swear). Happy writing! :D

[danijaci]

xiao rkgk

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[luvether]

₊ ⊹ THE SMALL SPARK IN YOUR EYES, when you find yourself lost in foreign lands an unusual person comes to your aid, sweeping you off your feet, literally.

𐔌౨ৎ 、minajael x gn!reader. fluff content, might be ooc this was written just as he was announced. semi-compliant, took inspiration from a fire lit sky over sands event & mild spoilers for events of book 8, enjoy reading! [2.6k wc]

You inhaled once. The thin silk clings warmly to your skin, the soft bells on your belt tingle when the misshapen crowds of locals and foreigners bump you softly from side to side, drowning you like a curtain. After searching through the thickness of the flurry, you cannot help but sigh heavily, running your hands down your face, mulling your choices somberly.

Jamil’s gonna kill you, you’ve concluded. Well, Jamil will kill you if he doesn’t die of a heart attack first—though the thought of a flustered-looking Jamil muses you to no end, the last thing you needed was to cause more trouble. Especially towards him, he’s already got a lot on his plate after begrudgingly agreeing to allow you, Grim, Trey, Cater—and even the Malleus Draconia to come join him and Kalim on a small trip back home in the Scalding Sands for the Yasmin’s River festival.

Jamil warned everyone that the festival would attract visitors and tourists, and he especially warned Grim and Malleus to be careful not to get lost, but who would have thought you of all people would be the one lost amidst the crowds?

You bite your inner cheek and push yourself to your tippytoes, trying your best once again to spot your friends in the crowds—hoping and seeking to find Malleus’ familiar curved horns, or Cater’s sweet orange locks, or even Grimmy’s blue flames but nothing familiar catches your eyes. After a few more minutes of searching fruitlessly, you decided to seek shelter from the beating sun, fanning yourself with the fabrics of your headpiece.

Truly, the sun really is relentless in the country of the Scalding Sands. It’s different back in Night Raven College where the quiet sunlight would curl through the curtainless windows of Ramshackle, kissing gold on the thin dusts that float in the lobby or when it would bake softly on Grim’s grey fur that had you burying your nose and inhaling the sunburnt scent of it on his belly until your companion starts pushing his paw to your cheek and calling you weird. A pearl of sweat beads down your forehead and you retreat into what seems like a market tucked beneath a shade, away from the grueling heat and boisterous crowds of the bazaar.

You did not have time to worry, not when your eyes chased after the marketplace in wonderment. Splayed across vendor stalls were intricate furniture, golden potteries, carpets. You approached a table, leaning down to run your finger on the ceramics. You must've been distracted, because the next thing you felt was a warm presence by your side and laying a palm on your lower back—straightening you.

“Goodness, didn't your parents teach you to watch over your valuables carefully especially during throngs of festivals?”

You spin your head. Teal was the first thing that catches your eye, then chestnut brown hair that falls beneath the person’s headpiece.

Jamil…? Your mind staggers before you trace your gaze over his features. No, this is not Jamil. He’s wearing teal and blue, and his eyes are nothing like those familiar serpentine ones that belonged to your schoolmate. This person’s eyes are softer, but more tantalizing. Almonds like a feline.

“...Excuse me?” You say between your surprise, and the person beside you glances behind for a mere moment. You watch the way his peacock earring jingle as he turns his head.

“Someone was eyeing that wallet you had in your pockets.” Those rich-colored eyes return to you. “Zahab Market is known for pickpockets, be careful next time.”

You blink once, twice, then realization sinks into you. Your hand immediately pats your wallet, “Oh, thank you for letting me know...”

Instead of a response, the person gazes at you with quiet intensity. His eyes flicker to the curves of your face then down your attire, you try not to flush underneath his avid scrutiny, taking a couple of steps back. “May I help you, is something wrong?”

“You’re…not a local, are you?”

You tilt your head at his question before shaking your head. The handsome stranger hums softly, as if thinking. “So you're a tourist? How odd.”

Your brows furrow, “Yeah I am, why are you asking?”

“I would have recognized a pretty face like yours if you're one of the children from affluent families here in Silk City.”

“What, pretty face—?” Before you can sputter out your sentence, you feel him reach down to pinch the fabric of your attire, gently tugging on it for emphasis. “Silk clothes like these don't come by often, they're expensive and the ones you're wearing now feel like top-quality.” He takes a moment to eye the pattern on your sleeve, running his thumb on it—almost missing the dark pinch in his thick brows.

“This is the first time I've seen an embroidery like this…probably for this year’s Fireworks Festival, but the style is uncannily similar to the Asims.” he looks at you then, his brown eyes almost golden under the light if you stare at it long enough. “...Are you connected with them?”

A honeyed tension pours between the two of you despite the hustle and bustle that flurried around. He’s very sharp, you muse to yourself. And very well-versed, he sounds so cocksure but it’s muted beneath his elegant tone and warm voice…who is this?

You think carefully of how you wanted to answer him, “Kalim Al-Asim is my upperclassman. He invited me to his home city for the Fireworks festival. He allowed me to use these clothes as well. If that's what you're wondering, I didn't steal it.”

“Apologies, I didn't mean to sound accusing but…” The stranger sighs and the tension drops. “That definitely sounds like something he would do alright.”

“Pardon me, do you know Kalim?” You immediately shake your head, “No actually, better question, what's your name?”

The stranger is taken aback by your inquiry, then the softest quirk of his lips as he smiles at you.

“You don't know me.” His tone is more of a statement laced in amusement than a question, and you can see how your words piqued him.

You purse your lips, crossing your arms. “Should I be aware of someone high-handed like you?”

He lifts a brow then, a hearty laugh spilling down his mouth at your accusation. It's weird. Really, really weird because for some reason, you're reacting to his laugh. The way he almost had his shoulders fold over, the sound a mixture of breathy and something rich, it fits the rasp cradle of his tone. When he’s finished, he leans close to you but not close enough to disturb your bubble—or what remains of your tucked dignity.

Playfulness sparks in his eyes, “High-handed, me? I—”

You both tense when you hear voices. From behind you, the familiar cry and wail of Grim reaches your ears as he shouts for you. And in front of you were a series of panicked calls,

“Your highness? Are you here—?”

The stranger beside you clicks his tongue, it draws your attention back, watching a thin sheen of annoyance draw over the playfulness that once plagued his expression. Though his face distracts you, you try to also make sense of the situation; Familiarity in his tone when he talks about Kalim, proficient about the expensive silks and styles of the Asims, knowing families of the city, your highness…is he rich too?

But before you can arrive at a perfect conclusion, he turns towards you. “Hey, are you good at running away?”

The sudden question throws you off but you nod your head, “I guess? Why are you asking me that—”

He reaches out his hands towards you, all and every syllable piling on your tongue falls flat. You look at his outstretched hand, then let your eyes crawl up his arm, his teal capelet, neck then at his face where his hardened expression had loosen then into something genuine, something exciting with a hint of ribboned defiance.

“I still haven't answered you and well, I'm in a bit of a bind so we might have to run somewhere else in order for us to talk properly like this, are you in?”

You hesitate a second, and he notices. The mischief that flavored his brown eyes rich had softened into something sweet and ripe.

“Then, do you trust me?” He asked, a slight tilt to his head, his peacock earrings following the movement. You blink at him before laying your palm across his—you feel his callousness against your skin, the deftness of fingers as he curls it around your own and tugs you to your feet. You’re not quite sure what came over you when you took his hand, you should’ve returned to your companions than follow a stranger but seeing the way his smile stretches across his face is really contagious.

Ten minutes later after running through the markets’ corners, ducking into open doors and flying down and up stairs, climbing a ladder—the stranger finally releases your hand and you almost crumple to the floor in heaps of silk clothes and sweat and exhaustion, catching your breath heavily.

You shouldn’t have trusted him. That arrogant and haughty and handsome—no, cease the notion. You fell for his cocky little flattery so easily, Grimmy would be so—

You see his outstretched hand fall over your vision, once you catch your breath you look up at his face.

And instantly your eyes narrow. He doesn’t even look the least bit tired, he was the one that ran expertly through the crowds, tugging you close and hoisting you by the waist through narrow gaps. Just how athletic is he?

“You okay?” He asked, then an apologetic smile flashes on his face seeing you. “Sorry, I went a bit overboard there.”

“You think?” Instead of accepting his hand, you sat down. A momentary silence fills the room, all except for your labored breaths and distant chatters and music, it’s enough to ease the fracas in your heart.

Seconds bleed before you hear fabrics shuffling. Then, bending on one knee and he presses something cold on your cheek. You open your eyes and he stretches out a piece of cut fruit on his palm. You catch his eye and he looks at you intently, “I bought some sliced silky melons from Camel Bazaar a few minutes ago as snacks. Here, take it. I’d feel bad if you passed out because of me.”

You take his offer, “How charming of you…”

“Minhaj.”

You intertwine your gaze with his.

“Minhaj, what’s that?”

He smiles, “well uh, just call me that for now.”

You try not to look at him sourly. You told him who you were, accepted his offer to run till your lungs are close to collapsing and he’s giving you a name that’s not even his?

“That’s not your real name, is it?”

He cocks his head over his shoulders, walks over to the edge and pats the space next to him. “Where’s the fun in that? Now come, I still have more fruits I can share with you.”

At this point, you decided not to argue with him. When you settled beside Minhaj, the view before you had stars dancing in your eyes. No wonder why it felt like you were climbing endless flights of stairs, the view before you is enough to span across the bazaar from here, with its colorful roofs and bustling people down below. Palm trees and canal roads and elephants with bits and bobs flurry the streets, making you smile at how beautiful Silk City truly is.

You were too busy looking at the scene and snacking on sliced fruits you almost missed the way Minhaj closely admired you from the corner of your eye, his palms on his cheek.

This time though, you feel your cheeks flushing hot. “Is something on my face?”

“Yeah.” He points at the edge of your lip. “Right there—no, a little bit more…yeah, there.”

You swipe away at the piece and try to fan away your embarrassment, heat furnacing your cheeks in red.

You hear Minhaj chuckle, “you’re a messy eater, huh?”

“Normally no…” you mentally blame Grimmy and his glutinous manners influencing you, but then turn back towards Minhaj and still see him smiling at you.

“Is there still fruit on my face?”

He shakes his head, “no but…” he eats a slice as well, his stare not leaving yours, as if challenging you on something you haven’t quite realized yet.

“Do you know the significance of silky melons in Silk City?”

You thought about it briefly; Jamil had explained about the melons with a story, then it hit you then, his words.

Over time, people started saying that if you shared one of these melons with someone, your friendship or romance would last forever…

Your head whipped to Minhaj so quickly he had to stifle his own laugh at your reactions.

You open your mouth, press your lips close then part it again, flustered. “Are you trying to imply something here?”

“Relax, I was just joking. You’re rather fun to tease, you know.” Minhaj shakes his head, “Besides, I’m your upperclassman too. Just not in the same school as you or Kalim.”

You perk up, “so I'm guessing your family’s also rich like Kalim?”

He turns to look at the view before him, “Something like that. I’ll tell you who I am though, or what my real name is when we meet again. So for now…”

His arm lays flat beside your thigh and he leans in close again, tapping a sliced fruit to your lips and grinning,

“Keep our first little meeting a secret till I see you again, yeah?”

You hold the fruit, watching as the warmth on his skin brushes your fingertips when he pulls away. You frown, “you’re rather sure we would meet again. I’m not from the Scalding Sands, so who knows when I'll ever have the chance to come back and see you if ever.”

Minhaj simply smiles at you, brown eyes crinkling in the corners. “The melons mean something, and well, we’ll just have to see.”

The promise floats between the two of you until you both finish the melons and bid each other farewell, he immediately spins around before your friends could catch a glimpse of him. The festival continues and you’re half disappointed you don’t see the familiar teal amongst the crowd during the Fireworks festival, and eventually you’d forgotten about the whimsical encounter with the playful stranger from the Scalding Sands, returning back to Night Raven College and its usual stubborn students and history classes and magic concepts and whiny Grimmy and life-altering overblot encounters.

That is until the Inter-school tournament between Night Raven and Royal sword came.

Ace was pressing down and poking at your still evident bed head and you try to swat his hand away from your hair. You feel Grim plop on your lap and shushing you all as they announced the one’s competing from the Royal Sword Academy,

Receiving the Radiant light of the true princess’ wisdom, Dunasmina Dorm!

You’ve huffed and wrapped your arms around Grim as he huddled close to your touch getting comfy, unknowingly furrowing your brows at the dorm being announced. After all, that color teal seemed rather familiar to you but you can’t quite put a finger on it yet…

“Minajael Tealrajah everyone!” The announcer cries and for a moment, the hum and roar of the studio goes dead silent.

The familiar teal, that smug smile, those rich brown eyes, dark hair…

“Minhaj?”

Grim cranes his head up to look at you quizzically, “huh? Whaddya say? Minja wha—hmph!”

Grim’s question ends in a choke and sputter as you accidentally squeezed him tight to your chest, the realization and familiarity of the player competing clicking in your brain.

That carefree boy from Silk City’s markets Minhaj is a Royal Sword Academy student, but not only that but a prince?!

[solxamber]

rielle and minajael!!!

minajael so pretty oh god oh fuck

[solxamber]

rsa has its own great seven!

we got alice, nala, ariel, jasmine, snow white, megara and aurora!

also neige is the dorm leader!

[squirrelioo]

WISHING FOR YOU

minajael was always watching from afar.

not once was he permitted outside these castle walls. not even for the glorious festivals his father would hold for the citizens or for the arrival of new lords and ladies to the country. his whole life was spent waiting, and waiting while suitors would try for his hand in marriage. it was an endless cycle of denying these people who only wanted him for his status.

he was just a pawn in a bigger game.

yet, he remained steadfast. if he were to marry, it would be on his own terms. they would have to be as willing to explore as he, and be able to match his wit. he’d love to enjoy some playful banter with someone other than his precious tiger for once.

if he truly wanted this, he would need to keep dreaming. dreaming of a day where he would finally break free of these chains that kept him down.

then something occurred. as he was longingly gazing outside on his bedroom porch, the sound of a jovial tune resonated through the city. it was loud enough to reach his ears all the way up in his perch so high above town, it shocked him. even more so, he was intrigued by it. how could someone play so loudly while maintaining such a wonderful song? his curiosity had to know, and so he tried his best to observe closer.

he soon took notice of an unfamiliar face in the crowd. it was you. you certainly couldn’t have been from here. your clothing was much too exotic to be, and that melody sounded nothing like he had ever heard before. the style was completely different, and your instrument was crafted into the most interesting design. your features, they were much different from his own as well.

and you were dancing, dancing so merrily along the streets as the poor children ran to join you.

you were new. you weren’t like home. you didn’t bare jewels on your person, not like those suitors who came for him. you were authentic.

he wanted more. never in his life has he wanted to leave his home so desperately.

as the days went by, as more suitors came to ask for his hand — he couldn’t get you off his mind. as he ate dinner with a potential bride, he asked himself why couldn’t it have been you instead. would you have laughed at his sarcastic comment as he had intended? or would you have reacted like this woman had and say that he was a rude prince? he hoped it was the first guess, he would love to hear you laugh. it had to be as beautiful as the music you had played that day.

that curiosity was never satisfied until one day, he simply couldn’t take it anymore. during the night, he had climbed the castle walls and ran away into the night. to disguise himself, he wore a cloak and covered the lower half of his face. the feeling was filled with anxiety, yet he felt so exhilarated. is this what freedom felt like?

then he heard it again, that tune that had been replaying in his mind. following it, he was led to just the person he had been looking for. you were even more breathtaking in person as you played, smiling as couples and children spun around and simply enjoyed your song. he could only stare with pure joy and love in his heart as he stood and watched you.

and you seemed to notice him too.

for a moment, you made eye contact with him. your eyes, they were the most precious color he had ever seen, shining more than any jewel in the palace he lived in. they held so much life in them. then all of a sudden, that minute of euphoria was gone. the royal guard had found him, and escorted him away. he couldn’t help but look back, gaining one last glance at what could have been.

while it was only for a moment, it was one he would always remember.

maybe one day, he would meet you face to face, properly. he would lay a kiss to your hand, and invite you for a dance. leave with the expectations of a prince left behind and the ambition of an explorer instead following him, and you by his side to share all his joys with.

he would just have to keep wishing.

@𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨 ° ༄.ೃ࿔ - please do not plagiarize my works.