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minajael

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“jams„

ft. minajael tealrajah

— jams. yams jams. fig jams. date jams.

notes: royal attendant reader. you make jamsssuhhh. references belong to the live action Aladdin movie.

“you look dazzling tonight, your highness.”

“just tonight?”

you laugh, gently veering his head to clasp the intricately designed earrings on his ears. teal and gold, regal and expressive, matching his current outfit. 

“as usual. pardon me.”

one would say your job was easy and privileged as it sounded: prince minajael tealrajah's royal attendant. 

sure it did seem grand. what people don't know is that you worked through blood, sweat and tears for this spot. working as a right-hand provided you to care for your family’s poor situation, hoping to bring salvation to your tight pockets and almost empty tables. 

you had to be attentive to a T, persuasive as well as firm, clever when the situation called for it—it was draining as it was felt. 

you considered it a miracle his finger directed at you on that fateful day. the determination must've shone through your eyes for him to choose you. 

and then, you've been out on a cycle ever since. the duties of being his personal retainer was no easy job. 

every parade, every event, every time a princess docks the border to offer for his hand in marriage, you were always there to prim him up. 

it was notorious within the palace. prince minajael was beyond tired of the same song and dance. 

and you knew this personally. 

“your highness. you're frowning again.” 

you say through brushing past his bangs to drape a delicate, thin and sheer dupatta on his head. teal in color with golden lining, minor designs carefully woven onto the fabric that could just make anyone look like royalty if they wore this. 

minajael lifted his chin, staring into himself in the mirror, mustering up a smile—only for it to drop into an immediate scowl. 

“ugh.” he groans. 

you raise a brow, tone light. “careful. you won't get any princesses with that face.”

his brows furrow. “are you trying to sour my mood further? i've heard enough of those words. i’ve had enough of being stuck here. i—”

. . . 

he sighs, keeping his back straight as possible to not disturb you further from prepping him up. “i'm sorry… i shouldn't be talking to you like that.”

his brown eyes, akin like brown tourmalines, peer through yours through the mirror, reflecting his longing from the frigidness of the palace and its walls. 

“you understand right?”

you paused your ministrations, palming through his sleeves as you did the final touches to his appearance. “of course, i do.”

you step back, tilting your head with a finger on your chin, analyzing the finished product and all as you lightly teased. “i have been subjected to multiple of your rants.”

the prince lowly hums, sweeping across his silhouette, already knowing you would never do a bad job in making him presentable. 

“... i think you're doing your job a little too well,” he chimes, a small smile steadily curling at your jab. “you should start making me look so ugly, the princesses will start second-guessing who they're about to marry.”

“oh please, you could pull off a trash bag and everyone will call it fashion, your highness.”

“flattery will get you nowhere. and stop calling me your highness.”

“it's etiquette—”

“and we're alone.” he buts, his usual smirk tugging his lips. “you know we can be less master and servant and more friends here.”

he then turns around, doing a little spin in his step. sounding out the satisfying jingles of his golden beads and sequins from his outfit. 

“well?”

you huff a laugh, crossing your arms. “do you always need to ask for my input?”

“of course i do,” he smiles. “i take my friends’ feedback very seriously.”

“well, like i said,” you take a step forward, approaching him. “you look dazzling. incomparable to the brightest jewel in the country.”

“no doubt, because of your meticulous taste.” he adds. 

“like anyone would be able to mess up dressing you, your highness.”

the prince rolls his eyes. “sto—”

“still etiquette~” you sing song, escorting him down from the small podium. “and we shouldn't chatter so much. we're hoping to meet with the princess on time right?”

he sighs, almost petulant. “do we have to?”

“do you need to ask?”

he huffed. but then remained silent. 

minajael turned his attention to his open balcony. his heels softly clicking against the floor as he advanced to the balustrade, palms settled on the flat surface of the stone. 

the night sky refracted at how truly, minajael tealrajah was a man of beauty. the way his lashes curl, his hair sheens through his veil, his eyes mesmerizing despite downcast. it throws you off sometimes. 

“... hey,” you whisper, nighing closer to the royal perched on his balcony. “you can... try communicating again with your father?”

“he won't listen,” he muttered, quiet frustration audible in his voice. “he never listens. can’t he see i feel nothing but trapped?”

“...he's doing it for your protection, i hear.” you offer gently, testing the waters as carefully as possible. 

“and he needs me to marry me off for that?” he huffs, mina perching his chin on his palms. “i can protect myself. i can be independent. he just won't let me.”

you hum, soft and understanding as you inch closer beside him. 

“and you will. i believe in you.”

the prince donned in teal gave you a look, squinting. “weren't you just siding with my father a second ago?”

“i just repeated what i understood,” you rolled your eyes, nudging him with your shoulder. “parents are difficult like that, you know. mine also express their concern in the most peculiar ways possible.”

he scoffs. “at least they haven't tried marrying you off,”

“...i wonder,” the prince hums, contemplative, tracing random shapes on the stone balustrade as he smirks. “what kind of tricks would they use to persuade me this time?”

you peer at him from the corner of your eye. “is the recent princess stuck on your mind still?”

mina rolled his eyes. “she boldly entered with a parade, sang about multiple animals in her “zoo”, he grumbled. “her spices, her golden camels, her tiny spoons—”

“ooookay,” you laugh. “how would you like to be wooed then, your highness?”

he gave you a look for using his title again, before saying, “how would you do it?’

“...pardon?”

“how would you try to woo me?”

“...why are you using my question back at me?”

minajael shrugs. “because i consider you to be one of my trusted people that knows me to the back of their hand.”

and because, well, he likes the idea if you were the one doing the wooing and not some random princess trying to convince him via wealth. 

“oh. uh…”

this was a toughie. because one, this is a completely hypothetical question. there would be no need for your cheeks to warm up like this (you could see in your peripheral vision he was enjoying how you're starting to fluster though. damn the guy). 

two, you basically came from nothing. what the hell are you supposed to offer a prince? thats like needing some help from a genie to be possible. 

“...jams.”

minajael raised a brow. “jams?”

“jams.” you nodded, serious (panicked). 

“we have yam jams. fig jams,” was he still listening?? 

“...date jams.” you cleared your throat, your gaze firmly set to the horizon because you do not want to meet his eyes. 

minajael bit his lip. 

“you… you would try to woo me with date jams?”

“they're exotic jams,” you insist. 

. . . 

“ba- ba- bahahhahah—” 

you still. now you've done it. you've completely embarrassed yourself in front of your master. he's never going to let you live this down. 

he's laughing, the unpracticed kind. the kind where he's clutching his stomach so hard you're afraid he might tumble off the balcony. the kind of laugh you've quietly wished ever since he's been so stressed lately. 

“...our jams are good though,” you huff, a small smile drew itself on the corner of your lips. “this is no laughing matter, your highness. are you saying you won't accept our carefully produced jams, made with love?”

“hahh—” he wipes a tear from the corner of his eye. wow. you must be a real joker. you should do some stand up comedy. 

“you... hah. i needed that,” his wheeze even out, leaning against the balcony now with a lighter chest. His look that he gave you—the look in his eyes peers through yours. 

they sparkled under the moonlight. crinkled at the edges. a look so unbelievably fond you're fidgeting under his gaze. 

“thanks,” he says, leaning sideways until his veiled head tipped on your shoulder. 

you jolt, surprised. though, he didn't seem to move right away. “...for what?”

“for staying by my side.” the trapped prince says, feeling less so the more he realized you were right by his side all along. 

you start to relax. “i'm just…doing my job, your highness.”

he opens his mouth to intercept. but you beat him to it. 

“as your attendant, and as your friend,” you say, peering down at him with a smile. “i'm glad you picked me to stay by your side that day too.”

minajael feels something warm in his chest. the same feeling he feels when he manages to slip past palace walls and blends in with people at the market. 

the warmth of freedom. the warmth of being unsilenced. the warmth of being seen. the warmth of being you. 

the quiet bustle evens, lulling into something softer as minajael, leans closer to your shoulder with a smile too soft to describe with words. 

“as do i.”

a/n: i should watch the live action again. but do you guys imagine if mina's favorite food is actually jams. like reference to the movie,, 🧍‍♀️

[evciyu-deactivated20260603]

A NEW FANTASTIC 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖!

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐡 x 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

frustration filled minajael as the party’s aftermath turns disappointing when his family once more tried to arrange a potential marriage for him— where you had come to comfort him with a help of a little something.

☁︎ 2k words, heavily inspired by the magic carpet ride on aladdin (both live action & classic), fluff, you and minajael knows eachother before the party, mutual pining, confession, kiss scenes, you’re pretty awkward, minajael and his father’s personality is heavily taken by jasmine & the sultan (with some changes), kalim & jamil as the #1 wingmans.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚 message to the other royalties, prince minajael is not interested. he should’ve known this was coming. his father was too happy, too excited for this gathering. so when the royalty from the other kingdom introduced themselves, minajael kept a calm yet certain tone of rejection to them.

his father tried to tell him, “maybe you should try, mina.” he let a silent groan out and responded in the nicest way possible, “baba, if you want me to marry someone.. maybe let me get to know them first.” he won’t mention the fact that he does not want to get arranged that fast, he’s still young afterall.

“well we’re just trying to—“ minajael cutted him off, “i understand, to show my.. options, but i’d really need time.” his father sighed, “i’m not getting any younger, mina. i really just want you to get someone that i know would be the worthy match for you.” he hated when his father would say this, but still loving his father; he stopped to avoid argument.

he won’t mention the person that kalim had introduced, the person that he could see laughing in the other side of the room with the said, he had noticed it a while ago, how you treated him like normal; not like royalty who he despised to be, and oh radiant sevens, he was into you. so into you.

he wanted to take his chances when you were alone, but everytime he was disturbed by guests, and now since you’re currently back with kalim and his servant. he lets out a sigh, looking at his father. “could i excuse myself to go to my room?” the question took a moment for the king, but knowing the prince is stubborn; he nodded.

unknown to him, you were also trying to get a road to talk with him; but couldn’t due to the same reasons that he had. there was no space for you to steal his time, and looking at the boy that’s currently taking his leave, you let a sigh out. fortunately, kalim, your sweet friend that took you as his plus one knew about this crush situation between the two of you, and so does the other standing next to him.

“what?” you raised your eyebrow, looking at the smiling boy that seemed to have a plan. “what if you sneak in?” he suddenly said, and your face turned horrified. “what an idea.” jamil looks equally surprised but seemingly impressed, although.. what is this boy talking about?! sneak in? across the many guards that could be guarding his room? “that’s impossible. and a wild idea.”

“how else are you gonna get him?” the question made you pause, and jamil broke the silence. “the break is arriving, and if i wasn’t wrong he won’t be able to leave the palace until school reopens.” you groaned as you heard jamil’s explanation, “okay so am i supposed to do that? his room is basically guarded like the bank.” silence, until he took you by the arms and took you away from the party, jamil following behind him.

in the room chamber that held the prince, he sighed as he plummeted to his bed; his pet tiger, came to him and rubbed his head to the side of the male. “hey, come on.” he mumbled, as he switched his position to sitting, running his fingers to the hair of the tiger. “i don’t get it, baba is just so.. intensive lately.”

“and they.. they were there.” he let out a small chuckle, “oh, you should’ve seen how they looked like.” he circled his hands to the side of the tiger’s face with a smile. “unfortunate i didn’t talk to them.” his face slowly turned into a small regret, looking at the ceiling that will be his morning sight during break.

“honestly, i wish—“ the tiger’s ears perked when he could hear the steps of someone else in the balcony. where minajael’s feet rose to walk to that direction. “ah, i need to practice how to get out from there..” that voice, no. can’t be. when he walked out to the balcony he saw it, well, he saw you. “how did you..”

“yeah, it’s weird. sorry minajael.” his heart warmed up when he heard you speak, just a few words in but it already felt refreshing from the proper tone of the suitors that would try and impress him. “it’s okay.” the male said as the companion approached you, “woah.. woah!” minajael called for the tiger.

“calm down, they’re a friend.” the animal growled before sniffing you; and it’s eyes softened before rubbing itself onto your leg, “oh okay, uh, good.. boy?” the prince chuckled when he saw your hand patting the tiger, “don’t worry. he doesn’t bite.” you let an awkward smile out, “uh, what were you saying? before i came in?”

“..” a small pause, “i was gonna ask how you get here, but you always seem to surprise me, so.. uh, i saw you at the party.” you blinked and raised your eyebrows. “you did? i was looking at you too— wait i mean, not in a weird way, just like in a way where i noticed you in that party where you noticed me the— ugh, nevermind.“ another laugh came out at your explanation.

“i get it.” you let out a relief sigh when you heard that, and looked at the balcony. “well, i got here cause uh, a magic carpet?” huh. interesting, “really? i would’ve sworn the magic carpet is in the storage room.” you shrugged at that, “kalim was the one who gave it to me.” he finally understood, the replica.

“although rough start, couldn’t figure it out yet.” you let another awkward smile out, “ever rode one?” no response, of course he never did. his father never let him, too dangerous or so he said; but minajael only shook no to your question. “no way, you’re the prince of the palace and you’re telling me you never rode the magic carpet?” it was unbelievable but he was telling the truth.

“you’d be surprised, i don’t get out often. remember what i told you about that?” right. that sucks, being a prince and could only get out when it was on academy. and then the idea struck you, “what if we go together?” the words left your voice to quick to think about, and after a second, his voice was heard. “on the carpet?” he asked for confirmation and you nodded.

“yeah,” you walked backwards till you hit the balcony’s rail, “oof.” you looked behind and saw the carpet waiting on you, “well, that’s only if you’d trust me.” you got off the railing where he almost reached out until you stood on the other side of the balcony. “..”

he took a glance at the tiger that’s back is stretched, and head tilted; he had a choice here. go with the person that’s on his mind on a romantic magic carpet ride or stay in the palace where his father would prefer? oh. he had already made up his mind before the second choice was thought about. he looked back at his companion and murmured, “i’ll be back.” you outstretched your hand in which he grabbed.

balancing himself on the carpet, he sat down when you did; a hesitant hand on your waist for assurance, “you can hold onto me, it’s alright.” till he confidently placed it on there, and the carpet moved. you seemed calm but sevens, no you were not. when his hand held your waist, your cheeks burnt with the blood rushing to the spot, you could feel your hands trembling before you steadied it.

and so was he, when the carpet moved away from the balcony and to the skies of his city, he could feel the fabric and shape under his hand, how he hold you caused an immense unsteady heartbeat yet welcomed. he opened his eyes to the ground, seeing the lights of the city, the people that he adored. and a woah escaped him.

he never seen the world in this point of view, it was always down below or from his balcony— but never above it, or so now with you. his eyes wandered around the city, and you took him across that border. “where are we..?” you smiled, “you don’t go out often, you should see the other places too.” oh. what a bad explanation, in reality you just wanted to keep him a little longer, and he didn’t mind.

so you took him through body of rivers, higher pyramids, little towns after towns, places he never been before; places he thought he’d never see. a whole new world that he uncovered with you. and you could feel his body loosening when he gets used to the flying; touching the clouds when you hit just the right altitude to do so. “i’m getting used to this.” your words gave him a smile, “mm.” the small exclamation gave you shivers.

because he had just moved his arms to be around your waist and his head to your back, leaning on you. and now you’re so sure he can hear your heartbeat that is getting stronger any moment as he held onto you like that. a feeling swirling in your stomach, and the focus on the ground made it dizzying.

fortunately, you were close back to the city; looking at the people currently celebrating the same occasion as what the party in the palace was, you decided to stop the carpet behind a building’s top enough to see them but not to be seen by them. adjusting your seat with minajael in the carpet, his legs dangling to the air as yours crossed on the carpet.

“look at them.” he murmured, a smile festered on his face. “hm?” you looked at him, and to the people. “my baba wants me to find someone to lead them with, i don’t understand why i couldn’t do it myself.” your gaze comes back to him. “if that so.. you had alot of suitors in the palace, why not them?”

“i’m not interested, they’re..” he couldn’t describe it without being rude so he didn’t at all before you did, “obnoxious?” he let a muffled smile and nodded. “yeah, the best way to describe it.” he was thankful you had no trouble on saying things he didn’t want to infront of you.

“so you’re not interested in dating?” he paused, not because he doesn’t, but because he is already waiting on a special someone; you. “no, but not quite. i’m unsure if they want me too.” you scrunched your eyes, “nonsense, i’m sure they do. you’re intelligent, handsome, you’re—“ you stopped, because you could see his open mouthed expression when you started to list the reasons.

you didn’t even care about the implications that he has someone that he waits for, you heard him saying he doesn’t know if they want him too and you’d be ready to debate. but now you’re silent from the outburst you created, and he laughed, one that could brighten someone’s day kind of laugh.

and when the moment was silent again, his heart raced. is this the right time? would you accept his feelings like he has for you? you could see his face turning concern, and you fixed his bangs that had turned down to his face. “.. (name),” tuck. tuck. heart beat after heart beat. your body heating up from the sudden tension. “hm?”

“if the person that i was talking about is you, what would you do?” your face heats up, faster than it could, stomach rumbling like it’s in need of food but you were full. you couldn’t even use proper words, before you swallowed, gathered your confidence and leaned in. “i guess, this?” and a kiss.

the gentle motion he couldn’t ignore, closing his eyes; taking his hand and pressed it onto your cheeks, kissing you deeper. it took a couple of seconds until they pulled away and a smile caught him. “.. i’d assume you’d say yes if i ask you to be with me?” you smiled and pressed your forehead to him. “of course i would.” oh, he would never want this time to end.

[adxele]

A PRINCE IN DISGUISE.

tags: fluff, GN!reader, reader is Yuu, lowkey jealous Jamil, i might edit this later,, ooc Minhaj💔💔 (I really hope I gave him justice atleast.)

a/n: this writing was inspired by @raven-at-the-writing-desk ‘s thought about Minhaj. ts took me so long to finish sighs

The night market of Silk City was a living dream.

Colorful lanterns swayed overhead like captured stars, their warm golden light spilling across crowded stalls. The air was thick with the scent of spiced honey pastries, sizzling lamb skewers, and fragrant incense. Fireworks burst overhead in brilliant showers of red and gold, their crackling echoes mixing with laughter, bargaining shouts, and the distant strum of traditional instruments.

You had only stepped away for a moment — just to admire a stall glittering with delicate glass ornaments that caught the light like tiny captured suns. One second the rest of your group was still visible through the crowd; the next, they were gone, swallowed by the festival’s lively chaos.

Now you were thoroughly lost.

“Excuse me,” you tried again, holding up a small brass trinket shaped like a flying lantern. “How much for this?”

The merchant’s eyes narrowed, sizing you up. “Fifty thaumarks. No less, outsider.”

Your stomach sank. You didn’t even have ten on you. The language barrier and your empty pockets made bargaining feel impossible.

Before you could open your mouth to try, a warm, confident voice cut smoothly through the tension.

“Thirty-five, and you throw in that little paper fan for our friend here. Come on — it’s festival night. Be generous.”

You turned.

The boy who had spoken was standing just behind your shoulder. He had warm brown skin that glowed under the lantern light, clever dark eyes framed by long lashes, and dark brown hair mostly tucked under a simple hood, though a few loose strands fell messily across his forehead. His clothes were ordinary — a loose cream tunic, a patterned sash tied at the waist — but he carried himself with an easy, almost magnetic confidence that made him stand out even in disguise.

The merchant grumbled but eventually accepted the coins. The stranger paid the difference without hesitation, then gently took your wrist and tugged you into the flowing river of people before the merchant could change his mind.

“Quick thinking back there,” you said, still a little breathless as you kept pace beside him. “I didn’t know what I was going to do.”

He flashed you a bright, playful grin. “You looked like you were about to get eaten alive. First time in Silk City?”

“Something like that,” you admitted with a small laugh. “I got separated from my group. One minute they were there, and the next thing I know, the crowd just swallowed them.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “That happens more often than you’d think during festival season. Name’s Minhaj, by the way. And you?”

You told him your name. He repeated it softly, like he was tasting it, then nodded. “Nice to meet you, lost traveler. Welcome to the festival. Most tourists only come to see the fancy parades and official events. Want me to show you the good stuff before your friends track you down?”

He offered his hand, palm up — an open, casual invitation. Something about his energy felt somehow safe, so you took it.

Minhaj moved through the bazaar like someone who knew every hidden corner by heart. He ducked under hanging lanterns, wove between tightly packed stalls, and pointed out little wonders you would have missed on your own.

“Look at this!” he said, stopping at a street performer making shadow puppets that danced like living creatures on a cloth screen. “In the palace they have fancy light shows with magic, but nothing beats these old-school ones. See how the dragon breathes fire? Pure talent.”

You laughed as the shadow dragon roared dramatically. “That’s actually really impressive.”

“Right?” Minhaj’s eyes lit up. “Festivals always have so many little things like this. Back home— I mean, where I’m from — everything is so planned to the perfection. But these ones are so much real and interesting.”

He bought you a warm honey pastry from a nearby vendor and handed it over with a teasing grin. “Try it.“

You hesitated. “Wait, you didn’t have to—“

He shook his head with a smile. “I insist. You’re literally new around here.”

You slowly took a bite and immediately got powdered sugar on your nose. Minhaj burst out laughing, reaching out without thinking to gently brush it off your cheek with his thumb. The casual touch sent a small, unexpected spark through you.

“You wear it well,” he teased, eyes lingering on your face a moment longer than necessary. “Most people look ridiculous. You just look cute.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Smooth talker.”

He winked. “Only when it’s deserved.”

When a particularly loud firework burst overhead, painting the sky in brilliant teal and gold, he grinned and tugged you toward a narrow set of stairs. “Oh, they’re starting! Come on — best view is up here.”

On the quiet rooftop, the noise of the crowd faded into a distant, joyful hum. The entire city stretched out beneath you like a sea of glittering jewels. Minhaj sat beside you, legs dangling over the edge, looking completely at ease yet somehow restless.

He sighs and let his head fall back. “Phew, finally away from all that noise.”

Then, feeling your eyes on him, he glanced at you with a smirk. “Is there something you want to ask me? Your stare is quite intense.”

You couldn’t hide your surprised expression as you blushed in embarrassment. “Sorry… But yeah, I do have a question.”

“Alright then, ask away.”

“…You’re not from around here, are you?” you asked quietly.

He tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “What gave me away?”

You shrugged. “You are moving as if you’re not supposed to be here… but really want to be at the same time. Did you sneak out?”

He let out a soft laugh, leaning back on his hands. “Sharp. I like that.” After a pause, his voice grew quieter. “Where I’m from, the place gets… suffocating sometimes. Everyone expects me to be perfect. Acting properly. Always “wear that”, “do that” and saying the right things. I just wanted one night where I could be normal and on my own. Eating street food. Watching fireworks. Talking to people without them being formal all the time.”

You understood that feeling more than he could possibly know.

“I get it,” you said softly, looking out at the glowing city. “I’m… not from this world at all. I just showed up here one day with no warning. Everything feels strange and overwhelming. Sometimes I feel really trapped too — like I’m stuck in a story that isn’t mine, and I don’t know how to get back home.”

Minhaj turned to look at you fully then, his clever brown eyes softening in the glow of the fireworks.

“Then tonight,” he said, voice warm and sincere, “we should take this time as our only opportunity to be free.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a single shiny red apple, tossing it gently into your lap with that same playful grin.

You spent hours talking, laughing and sharing pieces of yourselves without giving away too much. He asked you question after question about your world: what the sky looked like at night, what kind of music people listened to, whether you used magic in your world or not. You asked him about his life too — why he felt trapped, what he wished he could do if no one was watching.

At one point he spotted what looked like guards in the distance and pulled you into a playful chase across rooftops and alleyways, both of you laughing breathlessly as you vaulted over low walls and ducked behind stalls.

You stumbled on a loose tile once. Minhaj caught you effortlessly, arms wrapping around your waist to steady you. For a heartbeat, you were pressed close, both breathing hard under the colorful sky. His eyes met yours, something softer and deeper flickering behind the playfulness.

“You okay?” he asked, voice quieter than before.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Thanks to you.”

He didn’t let go right away. When he finally did, his fingers brushed yours one last time.

When the first hints of dawn began to lighten the horizon, he walked you back toward the main square where you could hear familiar voices calling your name.

“I should go,” he said, reluctance clear in his tone. He still hadn’t fully let go of your hand. “But… I hope we meet again someday, Yuu.”

He gave your hand one last gentle squeeze, then stepped back into the fading crowd with a final bright smile and a wave over his shoulder.

As you watched his figure disappear into the bustling streets of Silk City, something warm and unfamiliar lingered in your chest.

“Yuu!”

Months had passed since that magical night in Silk City, but you still sometimes caught yourself thinking about the boy with the confident grin who had bought you a honey pastry and pulled you across rooftops. The interscholastic competition between Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy had turned the campus into a lively spectacle. Banners fluttered in the breeze, students from both schools mingled excitedly, and the air felt charged with anticipation for the upcoming matches.

You were wandering the grounds alone when a familiar voice called out behind you.

“Hey… you look familiar. Have we met before?”

You turned — and your heart skipped.

Standing there in the sharp teal-and-gold Dunasmina uniform was a tall, handsome guy with long dark brown hair tied in a neat side braid with teal ribbons. His warm brown eyes were locked on you, sparkling with clear recognition and a hint of mischief.

It was Minhaj.

You blinked, then laughed softly. “Minhaj? From the festival in Silk City?”

His grin widened, bright and genuine, though you caught a flicker of something nervous in his eyes for a split second. “Yeah, it was me. I was hoping you’d remember. I’ve been looking forward to running into you again ever since that night.”

You were still processing. “I never even got to thank you properly. You just disappeared into the crowd.”

“I know,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh. “Didn’t want to drop the whole ‘crown prince’ bomb and ruin the vibe. Most people start acting all weird once they know. But that night was for real fun. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

He offered his hand again — palm up, just like he had back then. “So… want to continue our little tour? I know a quiet spot with a great view of the arena.”

He sensed your slight hesitation again. “Don’t worry, we’ll come back before the match starts.”

You nodded and slowly took his hand. His fingers were warm as he led you away from the main path, chatting casually while stealing quick glances at you like he still couldn’t quite believe you were real.

“So, how’ve you been?” he asked, voice light. “Still getting lost in markets, or have you figured out how to keep up with your group now?”

You laughed. “I’ve gotten a bit better at not wandering off. But that night was pretty memorable. The rooftop, the fireworks, the apple you tossed me… it stuck with me.”

Minhaj’s smile softened. “Hah, same here, it stuck with me too. Most people only see me as a prince. But you just talked to me like I was some random guy sneaking out for street food. Would have anyone from the palace seen that, they would go crazy.”

He led you to a quieter corner where a beautiful magic carpet was waiting, hovering gently off the ground. His eyes lit up with excitement.

“Ready for the scenic route? Hold on tight if you’re scared of heights,” he said, climbing on first. “I’ve got you. I promise.”

You climbed on behind him, arms wrapping around his waist as the carpet rose smoothly into the air. The wind tugged at his braid and your clothes. Minhaj glanced back over his shoulder, still smiling.

“Best view on campus. No stuffy rules up here. So… tell me more about Night Raven College. Is it as interesting as it looks from the outside?”

You leaned a little closer so he could hear you over the wind. “It’s worse. I live in this run-down dorm called Ramshackle with my three troublemaker friends — Ace, Deuce, and Grim. They’re like magnets for disaster.” You rolled your eyes. “Ace is always dragging everyone into stupid bets, Deuce tries to be responsible but ends up punching his way through problems, and Grim… well, he eats everything in sight. Last week they somehow turned the cafeteria into a battlefield over who got the last slice of cake.”

Minhaj laughed, the sound bright and genuine. “They sound exhausting and fun at the same time. What’s the worst thing they’ve done?”

You thought for a second. “Probably the time they tried to ‘help’ with a dorm inspection and accidentally released a bunch of magical paint that turned the entire lounge into a rainbow mess. I spent three hours cleaning with them while they blamed each other.“

Minhaj released another laugh. “Oh goodness, that’s hilarious. I would have loved to see that.”

You rolled your eyes at the memory. “Yeah no. I don’t want to experience that again.”

He was quiet for a moment, then said softly, “Sounds nice. Having people who make life much funnier. I’m jealous.”

The carpet dipped gently as he guided it toward a quieter viewpoint. You could see the arena below, teams warming up.

Before you could reply, a sharp voice called from the ground.

“Prefect!”

Jamil was standing there, arms crossed, looking up at the floating carpet with clear disapproval.

“Prince Minhaj,” he said smoothly, deliberately using the title, “it is not proper for you to be mingling so casually with Night Raven College student right before the match.“

Minhaj sighed, but kept his voice light. “Relax, Jamil. We were just talking. Haven’t I told you to stop calling me that?”

Jamil apologized with smug smile. “My apologies.”

Then, his gaze flicked to you. “And you, Prefect. Behaving so casually with the opposing team’s dorm leader could cause unnecessary complications. It would be best if you returned to our group and stopped fraternizing with the enemy.”

Minhaj rolled his eyes but didn’t argue further. He guided the carpet down smoothly and helped you step off.

“Watch my match closely, alright?” he said, giving you that same bright wink from the festival night. “I’ll show you how cool I can be when I’m not running from guards or hiding on rooftops.”

With one last playful wave over his shoulder, he headed off toward the arena, braid swaying.

You stood there, heart beating a little faster, watching him go.

As soon as Minhaj was out of earshot, Jamil turned to you with a long sigh, his usual composed mask firmly in place.

“…Really, Prefect?” he said, voice calm but with a faint edge. “Prince Minhaj? Of all people?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with talking to him? He seems nice.”

Jamil adjusted his hoodie, eyes narrowing slightly. “Nice is one word for it. He’s the first prince of the Scalding Sands. He may act kind and approachable, but people like him always come with complications. You saw how quickly he pulled you onto that carpet. He’s used to getting what he wants without thinking about consequences.”

He paused, then added in a tone that was almost too casual, “Besides… you seemed quite comfortable with him. Laughing, holding on during the ride… It’s unusual to see you that relaxed with someone from the opposing school.”

There was the tiniest hint of something sharper beneath his words — not quite anger, but definitely not neutral. Jamil quickly smoothed it over with a small, polite smile.

“I’m only saying this for your sake. Getting too friendly with royalty can lead to misunderstandings. Especially when that royalty is known for running away from his own guards and causing scenes. It might be better to keep some distance during the competition.”

You tilted your head, catching the subtle tension. “You sound almost jealous, Jamil.”

Jamil’s eyes widened for a split second before he let out a soft, controlled chuckle.

“Jealous? Hardly. I simply know how these things tend to go. Prince Minhaj has a habit of charming people and then disappearing back to his palace when things get inconvenient. I’d rather not see you get caught up in that.”

He glanced toward the arena where Minhaj had gone, then back at you with a faint, almost reluctant sigh.

“…Just be careful. That’s all I’m saying.”

Jamil gave you one last measured look before turning to leave.

“Come on. We should head back to our side before the match starts.”

You watched him walk away, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“What? You coming or not?”

“Yes yes, I’m coming!”

[hxney-lemcn]

I kinda feel like I’m cheating on Cater with how obsessed I am with Minajael rn

[hxney-lemcn]

“Slut.”

Your eyes bulged out of your head as the words mindlessly slipped past your lips, hand slapping over your mouth as you stared in horror. It wasn’t like you to be so careless, especially not when princes and people who could wave a hand to have you six feet under (quite literally) surrounded you.

It didn’t help that all your friends' jaws dropped at your single word (others were trying hard to not double over laughing). Especially not when it was so out of your character to say. 

All you could do was stare blankly into the distance, wishing this was all a bad dream, and that you could dissipate like smoke into the sky. Yet the harsh reality bit into you as warm brown eyes watched on in shock, which morphed into amusement as his laughter rang in the air.

You suppose you should count yourself lucky that Minajael Tealrajah, prince of the Scalding Sands, was not vindictive. 

“My apologies, Prince Minajael,” Jamil spoke first, head bowed in respect (and to also hide his smirk).

The prince merely waved the apology off, wiping a stray tear as he calmed down. You hated to admit that his bright smile warmed parts of you that you forgot existed. He was the most handsome man you have met, which is saying something with the company you carried.

“No apologies needed,” Minajael chuckled. “Though I am curious as to what brought that comment.”

You felt your soul leave your body for the second time in the last 5 minutes. How the hell were you supposed to explain that your lizard brain took over the second you saw his exposed midriff? 

“Uh,” you spoke dumbly, blinking rapidly as you tried to rack your brain for any sensible answer to calling someone a slut. Traitorously, your eyes lowered to where brown skin lay exposed for anyone to see. 

“Objectifying me already,” Minajael hummed dejectedly, amusement underlying his tone. 

“Excuse me, I am going to jump into the nearest river now,” you stand up, fully ready to go through with your threat, only for said prince to grab your hand, halting your escape.

“It’s okay,” he laughed, eyes strangely warm, even though you did kind of just insult him accidentally. “I’m not used to people treating me in such a manner, it’s refreshing.”  You raise an eyebrow, wondering if he’s into being name called. Once again the word slut reverberates through your skull, but you keep it inside this time. You know you were never going to live this moment down. Minajael Tealrajah was going to be the death of you, and you couldn't help but find yourself excited by the prospect.

[hxney-lemcn]

I can’t wait to go home to post this silly crack fic i just wrote whajdjcjkaksk

[robo-milky]

So Minajael… I love his widdle eyebrow crease-

[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 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?!

[calcifiedunderland]

Promises in Henna

— Jamil and Kalim see your henna/mehendi that Minajael did for you. And Jamil has… thoughts.

(continuation of this)

wc: 1.8k

Minajael squeezed your hand, “it’s getting late.”

You stirred on his shoulder. You squinted at the orange sunset, the earthy scent of the paste wafting in the air. “Guess this is goodbye, huh?” He didn’t answer, still gazing at your hand interlocked with his, idly rubbing the dried henna. 

You’d meant it to be lighthearted, but Minajael’s eyes looked wistful. He seemed reluctant to let go, fingers laced with yours, and refusing to meet your gaze. Finally, he said “No. Bye for now, maybe. But we’ll see each other again.”

✨ Even though NRC and RSA were on opposite ends of Sage’s Isle, Minajael insisted on walking you back at least part of the way. Once NRC was in sight, Minajael squeezed your hand, “Text me when you get back, yeah?” You nodded, and did just that when you got back to Ramshackle. Then, you picked off the remaining henna paste clinging to your skin. You brought your hands up to your nose, smelling the residual scent. Earthy and warm. A reminder of the one who’d made the design for you, you smiled. 

✨You admired the floral design and the pretty mandala, open like a blooming flower on your palm. Minajael told you it would darken overnight. True to his word, your henna had stained even deeper the next morning. It was even more vibrant today, you grinned. Still, maybe Minajael sort of messed it up. It sort of looked like some of the little petals got smudged, because it didn’t match the rest of them…

✨You just shrugged. Honestly, it didn’t really matter. You had your henna done! You practically skipped through the day, all but proudly shoving your decorated hands in everyone’s faces and watching their reactions. Your friends were impressed - even Grim wanted his own henna done too. You just smiled and nodded, eyeing his fur. Maybe instead you could have Minajael decorate a handkerchief and tie it around Grim’s neck…?

✨As you were lost in thought, a loud voice calling your name drew your attention. You looked up. Waving at you from the end of the hall with his drumsticks, was Kalim grinning at you. Behind him, you could spot Jamil shouldering his gym bag. They must’ve just finished up their club activities. Perfect timing!

“Hey guys!” You grinned at Kalim, watching him rush over to you. “Kalim, slow down-!” Jamil tried, but Kalim stopped just in front of you. “So you did get your mehendi done! Cater told us during practice!” You nodded, proudly holding your arms up, “mm-hmm!~”

Kalim’s ruby eyes sparkled, “Oh wow! Can I see?” He took your hand in his, pulling it up to see the henna. “Your mehendi is so pretty! It’s so detailed!” His hands were warm, gently running his fingers over your skin. You chuckled as Kalim twisted your hands around to admire them, ruby eyes sparkling. You must’ve been like this with Minajael too, you mused. 

Jamil finally made it to you both, looking tired. “Hey Jamil,” you said with a small smile, ignoring Kalim scrutinizing your arms, “how was basketball practice?” He huffed, shaking his head with a tired look. “Floyd.” “Ah.” You nodded, deciding not to ask. 

Kalim looked up, “Look! (Name) has their mehendi done!” That’s when Jamil finally noticed it. Silently, he admired the stain. It was nice, he thought. Even at a passing glance, anyone could tell your henna was painstakingly done. Flowering blossoms spiraled on your arms, finally reaching your hands. Even your palms had a design, a mandala stained darker than the rest of your skin. Jamil nodded with a smile, “It’s very nice, (Name).” 

While Kalim gushed, Jamil studied the pattern. The design looked somewhat familiar. Jamil couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but there was something about the flower design. He just shook his head. Perhaps it was just a design you’d gotten inspiration from. Still, how did you even get henna out here in Sage’s Island? It was the off-season for when people typically got their henna done. Even Kalim didn’t have any with him. 

Beside you, Kalim tapped one of the henna flowers thoughtfully. “This looks kind of like royal mehndi designs,” he commented. Your eyes widened, “really?” Kalim nodded, “mm-hmm! That design is usually done by the royal family! The jasmine flowers are pretty unique designs, a lot of people in the Scalding Sands like ‘em. I know my cousin does!”

At that, Jamil eyed the floral design carefully. Hmm, Royal designs? His brow furrowed. Was that where he’d seen those flower motifs? He shook his head, no, you must’ve seen it at the Scalding Sands when he took you to the Yasamina Silk festival. He must be overthinking it. “Did you look the design up online?” Jamil asked, keeping his tone even. You chewed the inside of your mouth, not wanting to say. “Um, kind of?” you said, not noticing Kalim turn your hand over to see your palm. 

“Huh, that’s weird,” Kalim squinted, bringing your palm up close to his face. “Why’s Minajael’s name here?” You flinched as Jamil’s bag cluttered to the ground. Jamil couldn't stop the words coming out of him, “what?”

Minajaels name? Was in? Your HENNA design?! Jamil all but snatched your wrist out of Kalim’s grip. You yelped, but Jamil ignored it as he searched between the narrow mandala petals. “Mm-hmm!” Kalim chirped, leaning to point it out to Jamil. Kalim didn’t seem to notice the look on Jamil’s face, or that your eyes were blown wide, “Right here, on the palm!” Following Kalim’s finger, Jamil scanned through the mandala rows until he finally spotted it. In the looping script of the Scalding Sands language, was Minajael written among the layered petals.

You shook your head, “Oh, no, a part of it got smudged or something on my palm.” Poor Jamil just stared at your palm in shock, almost willing it to be a mere smudge instead of that spoiled prince’s name. Kalim shook his head, answering your question, “nope, that definitely says Minajael. Right, Jamil?”

At first, Jamil didn’t heard Kalim. His eyes were glued to your henna. The vine-like design climbing up your arms, the swirling patterns flicked perfectly outward, the mandala petals intricately and painstakingly drawn in - all of it was done patiently. Fit for a royal. That’s when Jamil realized - Your henna wasn’t just nice. It was done lovingly. 

Something boiled in Jamil’s gut before he finally snapped out of his thoughts. “Yes, that’s certainly the Prince’s name,” he ground out, forcing a neutral smile on his face and letting go of the iron grip on your wrist. Kalim ignored Jamil’s inner turmoil, instead bringing your hand closer to you to point it out.

“See, (Name)? It’s right here.” Your eyes widened. Sure enough, the same area you thought was just a smudge, or maybe where Minajael lost control of the henna, was actually writing. Surprise overtook you as you studied your palm. Suddenly, the looping script didn’t look like random scribbles anymore, but an actual alphabet. So that’s how it’s written. Minajael… you looked at it thoughtfully.

Jamil’s gaze was sharp and narrow as he studied your expression. He didn’t like the soft look on your face one bit. “(Name), you didn’t… ask the henna artist to put his name there,” his grey eyes bore into yours, “did you?” 

You just blinked, “no?” Kalim chimed in, “yeah, why is his name here? Usually having someone else’s name in your henna design means that you’re enga- mmph!” Jamil smacked his hand over Kalim’s mouth. Luckily, you were too caught up squinting at the mandala on your hand to register what happened. 

You shrugged, “I guess… maybe he left his name there as a signature?” At Jamil’s deadpan look, you stammered to explain, “y’know, like how an artist signs their artwork! Yeah!” 

Kalim nodded in understanding, while Jamil frowned. “So, he did this for you?” At your wide-eyed look, Jamil pressed, “you saw him yesterday?” You pursed your lips. Dang, looks like you were caught. You just nodded nonchalantly, playing it off, “yeah, he did my henna.” If you were lucky, you could maybe get out without a lecture. Unfortunately, you weren’t so lucky. You sighed inwardly as Jamil’s eyes grew wider than a Spelldrive disk, already freaking out. “What?!”

You just shrugged, “It’s fine, I just… had some free time, that’s all, and I went to Royal Sword Academy for a bit.” Really, it wasn’t that bad. You’d left NRC with permission before, so why did Jamil look so indignant?

“You can’t just leave campus like that!” Jamil blustered, all exhaustion from the day gone as he scolded you. You tried not to roll your eyes as you began walking towards the Hall of Mirrors. “I’ve left campus before, Jamil. I’m a big Prefect, I can handle myself. And this was worth it!” You wiggled your henna-stained fingers, trying to lighten his mood. Jamil just groaned, “That’s besides the point!”

Kalim just grinned, slipping his hand into yours. “Hey, maybe we should get matching mehendi when this one fades!” You grinned, “definitely! What do you think, Jamil?” 

Jamil just exhaled. Typical of Kalim to make plans on a whim. You looked over, “Jamil?” You prompted. He willed his shoulders to relax, and nodded. “Sure. I’ve done Kalim’s mehendi in the past, and Najma’s too.” Kalim brightened, “we could all have matching mehendi’s!” he cheered. 

You grinned, nudging Jamil as the three of you began walking towards the Hall of Mirrors. “Hey, maybe I could try doing yours!” Kalim chimed in, “Yeah! You never have your mehendi done, Jamil!” Jamil hummed at that. It wasn’t often that he’d had his own henna done. Between handling Kalim and managing his own school and work affairs, it wasn’t something he really had time for. Still… He glared down at your hand with that prince’s name scrawled in your hand. 

As if his name being there wasn’t bad enough, it was also the placement. Something about Minajael’s name being scrawled in your palm made Jamil’s skin on edge. To have his name in your hand… Jamil scowled. As if that prince wasn’t spoiled enough, he even had to go and put his name on you. How presumptuous. Even if your name was in his own hand, the idea still frazzled him. He wouldn’t even want his own name being inside anyone’s hand. The mere idea made scowl. Did that pampered prince even ask you what you wanted? 

After you waved your goodbyes, he and Kalim walked through the Scarabia mirror. While Kalim chattered excitedly about your henna, Jamil was more pensive as he thought about the flowers encircling your arms. If he were to do your henna, what design would he make? Perhaps stars or animals? Maybe he could do arches inspired by the Scalding Sands architecture. You seemed to like it when you visited. What about faux-bracelets encircling your wrists? He shook his head, huffing. This was ridiculous. He’d simply ask you what you wanted, and he’d do it. 

Soon he was back in his dorm room. Even now, he was still stewing over your mehendi design an hour later. It was the sheer intimacy of having Minajael’s name in your palm…  He scowled. And the audacity. Minajael’s name in your palm was still on his mind, no matter how much he tried to push it out of his head. He unwound his hair from its braids, looking back at his reflection in the mirror. 

He wouldn’t dare inscribe his own name in your skin without you knowing. Jamil stared at himself in the mirror, eyes darkening at his reflection as he undid the last of his braids. Although… Some little part of him couldn’t deny the intimacy of having a name on someone’s skin. His thoughts drifted. Where would he put your name on himself? Certainly not in his palm. The implications of having you in his hands made his thoughts turn sour. Idly, he stretched his wrists, still tight from club practice. Then he stopped. 

Jamil looked down at his wrist. Idly, he brushed a thumb over his skin until he could feel his pulse beating underneath - dutiful, strong, and ever-constant. 

The rhythm of his heart, proof of life. 

A smile tugged the corner of his mouth. Maybe he didn’t know what designs he’d create, but he knew one thing he’d like. Your name written in henna stain over the pulse on his wrist. Yes. That would do nicely, ya hayati. 

I hope this was ok!! Personally I’ve always thought getting someone’s name in henna over the wrist pulse was super romantic so. I indulged myself. Also I had no idea what to title this lmao 😭

Anyway this was a lil late bc I didn’t know how to end it but lmk what you guys think :D Thanks for reading!! I’m glad so many people liked the Minajael part!!!!

Until next time, take care shrimpies~ Xoxo Calci!~

Crystal divider and color changing divider by @/cafekitsune. Banner made by me lmao, plus photos i got off pinterest

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Minajael doing your Henna!

There were always little tells that Minajael had a soft spot for you. Doing your henna/mehndi was one of them ✨

(pt ii with Jamil & Kalim)

wc: 1k

✨Doing his own henna was a form of rebellion. Back at home, Minajael would have to sit still for hours while others did his henna for him because “a prince does not do his own designs!” Like many other things, it irked him that he couldn’t even have freedom over his own henna. Whenever he could, he’d sneak a few henna cones back with him to RSA. And if he had time, he’d doodle little designs on himself and occasionally his classmates. And now, you!

✨It all started when you were finally able to ditch Crowley’s chores and visit RSA. Ambling through the pristine white castle, the two of you chatted for hours. You’d be halfway through your rant when you’d gasp. “That’s gorgeous! Let me see!” Minajael waited patiently, letting you ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at the intricate art. Your excitement was infectious. The sparkles in your eyes almost made the long hours of lecturing and sitting behind the palace walls worth it.

“Minajael, Its beautiful,” you breathed. All your complaints about your day (and Crowley’s nonsense) were long forgotten as you reached for Minajael’s hand. “You like it?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow with a smile. You were practically holding his hand, turning it around just to see the henna designs staining his golden skin. You hummed in agreement, “I’d like to have it done on me someday.” With a shrug, you let his hand go. You were startled when his hand interlaced in yours. The words left him faster than he realized, “I can do it for you, if you want.”

✨Bro has some of the prettiest henna/mehndi designs ever. You know he’s come back from visiting his home in the Scalding Sands solely because of his arms and hands, decorated with that good long-lasting dark stain henna.

✨He’ll admit, he didn’t always enjoy the duties that came with being a prince. But having his mehndi/henna designs done was something he did enjoy. Minajael’s skin would always have the most intricate, delicate designs - flowers with shade hatching, net-like patterns, and fingers tipped in dark brown stain.

✨Over the time you sit together on the bench, the soft scent of the henna paste wafts up to you. After talking, you decide on doing a design similar to his. That way, even after you’ve parted ways, you still have a bit of him with you, as cliche as it is. Minajael is certainly on board - He’s partial to jasmine flowers and looping swirls in his own designs. You’re no exception. And soon enough, your own hands are decorated with floral designs that compliment his.

✨he definitely hides his name in your design. It’s written in the language of the Scalding Sands, but you can tell it’s something. “Hey, that doesn’t match the pattern. What is that?” Minajael merely waves you off, “it’s nothing, now stay still. The lines will turn out crooked.”

✨Don’t be fooled, keep talking. Minajael literally snuck away from RSA’s group just to spend as much time with you as possible. Pretty soon, he’d have to pack up and go back to the Scalding Sands, and then it was back to entertaining the countless suitors and suitresses being thrown at him. But for now, he’d take some refuge in your company, with your hand in his as he tries to show a fraction of his feelings for you in the henna paste decorating your skin.

“Done,” he leaned back. You gasped in awe, lifting your hands up to admire them. “Minajael, its gorgeous!” The soft scent of the paste wafted in the summer air. Beyond your hands, he smiled. “Yeah,” he agreed, eyes still locked on your smile. Gorgeous, indeed.

You stretched, being careful not to smudge the henna paste. “Perhaps you should head back,” he said quietly. It was already late. The sun was already setting. Still, you were loathe to leave Minajael, and it seemed he was too.

“Yeah, just… maybe in a minute?” Gingerly, you rested your hands on the bench, “Just until it dries?” Minajael snorted, shaking his head. “Sure.” Nevermind that your henna was already as dry as could be, flaking off onto the ground beneath you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. It was only when you’d finally drifted off to sleep, Minajael finally got the courage to slip his hand into yours.

He brought your hand up, studying the design. Unfurling jasmine flowers blossomed up your arm, framing the intricate mandala on your palm. Loops and swirls twisted up your fingers, and on your palm was an open flower. Selfishly, Minajael found himself turning your hand over to see your palm.

It didn’t take him long to find it. Among the mini flower petals, hidden in the design, was his own name written in his original tongue. He brushed his thumb over it wistfully, leaning his head on yours.

It was selfish of Minajael to write his name on you, and he knew it. He, who loathed the idea of being married off, hiding a part of him in your henna design. It was normal for engaged couples to hide their names in the others’ henna designs, and maybe he’d just wanted to see what it would be like. Having your name in his, and his name in yours. He snorted softly. Maybe he wouldn’t be so defiant of the suitors and suitresses who paraded into his palace if one of them was you.

As Minajael stared at your hand, the thought dawned on him. He snorted with a half-smile. The irony of his name placement on your hand wasn’t lost on him.

Of course he’d written his name there. You had him in the palm of your hand, after all.

*slams the door open*

THIS IS MY OFFICIAL CONTRIBUTION TO THE RSA HYPE THANK YOU FOR READING!!

Can’t wait to write more when rsa gets fully revealed!! Until next time~

Xoxo Calci!! <3

dividers by @/cafekitsune.

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WRONG WAY, MY SCARAB!!!!

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⋆｡ °.🐚⋆❀˖° trials of rowmance(ing jade) - masterlist

summary ˖°𓇼𓂃 𓈒𓏸 When Jade invites you to a wedding in the Sunshine Lands, you're told to use this opportunity to steal his heart...but what exactly does that entail?

set during the trials of rowmance event! -> Jade Leech x F!Reader

[🐚] chapter 1 - will you come with me? (of course i will)

[🐚] chapter 2 - i'm fine with this (definitely)

[🐚] chapter 3 - i think i have a crush on my tour guide

[🐚] chapter 4 - you look perfect

[🐚] chapter 5 - positively crabby!

[🐚] chapter 6 - i want a moray!

[🐚] chapter 7 - a little show

[🐚] chapter 8 - dance with me (kingdom dance)

a/n: cross-posted on ao3 w/ user @/jyugosgf :)

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chapter 8: dance with me (kingdom dance) [wc: 5706]

summary ˖°𓇼𓂃 𓈒𓏸 When Jade invites you to a wedding in the Sunshine Lands, you're told to use this opportunity to steal his heart...but what exactly does that entail?

content ˖°𓇼𓂃 𓈒𓏸 reader is yuu, f!reader, reader is referred to as (y/n), dialogue is matched to event, flirty and smirky jade, rook is a very french wingman

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Your mind is racing with maybe a million different thoughts as you follow Jade to the rest of the group, your nervousness shooting through the roof as you realize what you just did. 

Oh god…I kissed his cheek? Why did I do that?? 

You suddenly think back on a conversation that you had with Ace and Deuce while walking to class, when you just might have let your little crush slip. The pair had looked at you like you were genuinely crazy and rattled off twenty different reasons why it was a horrible idea, (number one being how he blackmailed you not that long ago, which is a fair point). Ace had even taken you by the shoulders and physically shaken you, trying to “fix” your brain since ‘there has to be something wrong with it if you like that crazy ass dude’. 

Maybe there was…but could anyone really blame you? It’s hard to not be charmed by his gentlemanly persona, and he’s especially cute when he nerds out about his interest in mountains and mushrooms…and maybe also you found it a bit attractive and funny when he messed with people. 

Jade’s perfectly smooth and polite smile didn’t do anything to help your spiraling, but it was only after looking at his face for a moment that you realized there was a smudge of your lip gloss on his cheek. It was luckily not an extremely pigmented color, but you knew there would be at least one person who would immediately take notice of the small glossy spot…

Damn the French. 

“What’s this long pole-lookin’ thing?” Grim asked, making himself rather comfy on Malleus’ shoulder while you were away. 

“That’s a telescope—a rather old-fashioned one.” Jade answered, gesturing to the wide variety of newer model telescopes. 

“Modern telescopes and binoculars are technological marvels! That even holds true for opera binoculars. They have lenses with layers of coating that provide a clear, illuminated view even when the stage is dark. And since they give you a wide field of view at low magnification, it’s easy to take in the whole stage and track the most minor of movements…” Rook explained, splaying his arms out in his usual dramatics, his passion for the topic shining through. 

While he was talking, you took this opportunity to hopefully make sure nobody noticed your lip gloss on Jade’s cheek. You nudged him, his dual-colored eyes flicking over to you with curiosity. You tapped slightly on your cheek and subtly pointed to his, trying to signal the issue, but he only gave you a closed-eye smile and an almost unnoticeable shrug in return, his gaze returning to Rook. 

Cheeky bastard. 

“...There are even ones with image stabilization, enabling you to enjoy a play without worrying about keeping your hands steady. Not only that, but they come in compact, elegant designs that make them easy to carry around.” 

“You’re quite well-informed. You almost sound like an expert in the field.” Malleus remarked, which seemed to make Rook almost smug. 

“Heh heh, well, I do own several pairs.” 

“Several…?” Riddle questioned, brows raised in question. 

“I don’t own any old-fashioned types like these, though. This gorgeous design is tasteful in its own right. I’d love to add one of these to my collection. I’ll buy it.”

“Thank you for your purchase. One moment, please.” The vendor of the stall carefully picked up the telescope, going to wrap it in tissue paper.  

“I was under the impression one telescope or pair of binoculars would be enough for anyone, but…clearly not, in your case.” Riddle muttered, seeming a bit weirded out at Rook’s strange hyperfixation. If Rook noticed this, he paid no mind, happily awaiting his new addition to his collection.

Maybe I need to be a bit more like him. He’s so carefree. 

“Here you are, sir.” The vendor said, handing the bag over to Rook.  

“Merci.” 

“Ooh, they’ve got cans of tuna for sale over there! A whole boatload of ‘em!” Grim exclaimed, jumping down from Malleus’ shoulder and running towards the stall. 

“Mind you, we literally just ate…” You muttered, appalled at Grim’s one-track mindset. 

“Canned tuna is actually one of the Sunshine Lands’ specialities.” Jade announced, making Grim perk up from where he was looking at the different cans. 

“What? It is?” 

“Yes. You see, tuna is ordinarily canned using vegetable oil. But in the Sunshine Lands, they use olive oil. Hence the tuna ends up taking on some of that rich olive flavor. And when you use that canned tuna in salads or the like, the olive oil it’s packed in also doubles as a dressing.” He explained. “Incidentally, we use Sunshine Lands tuna for our sandwiches at the Mostro Lounge. Azul insists no other kind tastes nearly as good.” 

“Ooh, they’ve got tuna in jars, too! All of it looks so good!” Grim looked at the cans and jars in awe, eyes sparkling at the sheer amount of the stuff. 

“Those are jars of hand-processed, high-end tuna.” 

“Sounds good to me! Hench-human! Buy some to take back!” Grim ordered, pointing at the tuna jar that he wanted. You deadpanned at him, quirking an eyebrow at him. 

“Me? That's my money, Grim. Do you have fancy tuna money?” His ears flattened as he looked away from you, pouting. 

“No…”

“Then you’ll have to just get the regular tuna then.” You stated, making him grumble for a bit before relenting, seeming to still be happy with regular cans of tuna. 

“I guess I gotta go with quantity over quality anyway! I’ll get the regular stuff.” He said pointedly, huffing and turning his back to you as he bought the tuna with his allowance. 

“Thank you for your purchase.” As the vendor began packing up the tuna cans, Riddle hummed in approval from your side, his arms crossed in satisfaction. 

“Well done, (Y/N). Grim makes trouble for you far too often for you to spoil him all the time.” You laughed nervously at his statement, knowing that you most definitely spoil him much more than you should, (how can you ignore those cute kitten eyes? That’s your son!). 

“Haha, right…” You chuckled, watching in amusement as Grim struggled to carry the heavy plastic bag with his tuna. You were about to help him out, but he swatted your hand off with his paw, giving you a small glare and dragging the bag over to Malleus instead. 

Is this…how it feels to raise an angry teenager…? 

Leaving the tuna vendor and looking over the rest of the market made you realize just how big it really was. The different stalls were spread out widely, and there was a large variety of all different kinds of wares. You followed behind the group, taking a bit more time to look at some of the items. 

After all, every single item here is basically a Twisted Wonderland special, if you really think about it. 

There was a stall selling hairpins that particularly caught your interest, the metal accessories having various charms and designs on them to make them unique. Some of the pins had delicate flower charms with leafy engravings crawling down the sides of them, while others were themed after different marine animals and embedded with different colored gems. 

“Tu les aimes? These would look lovely in your hair,” Rook suddenly popped up beside you, eyeing the hairpins you had been looking at. He picked up one that matched the color of your dress, holding it up to your face with a scrutinizing eye before nodding, a pleased smile on his face. “Oui. You have a natural beauty, Trickster.” 

“Oh please…” You waved him off, walking away from the stall. “I really can’t afford those, anyways.” 

“Do try to keep up, you two. It would be a terrible shame if you got lost.” You jumped as Jade suddenly appeared behind you, his smooth voice cascading over you and making your heart stutter, (why was he standing so closely behind you?). 

This guy…

“Right…” Your voice wavered a little bit as you turned around, Jade’s proximity making his chest the first thing you see. You quickly sidestepped him out of sheer panic, eyes bulging for a moment before you schooled your expression. 

“Ah, pardonne-moi, I had not realized we had fallen behind!” Rook exclaimed, hooking his arm in yours and leading you rather quickly towards the rest of the group, leaving Jade behind in the dust. You looked back at him to see his usual smile on his face as he walked, though you could’ve sworn his eyebrow twitched, (maybe you were imagining things?). 

“Trickster…this name is one quite befitting of you. You are making efforts to steal his heart, non?” You blanched at Rook’s words, suspiciously looking at the ground as the two of you walked. Of course, you knew he was going to see the little lip gloss mark, but you didn’t think it would really be so quick…

“I think he knows…and I think he’s messing with me. So I’m messing with him too.” Rook’s eyebrows shot up at this, pulling you to walk faster as Jade approached from behind, (rather quickly, you might add). 

“You believe he sees you as entertainment?” He whispered, his voice low. 

“...Yes.” You sighed, feeling a bit conflicted now that it had been finally said out loud. Of course you didn’t want this to be the case, but you couldn’t possibly imagine there being anything else to explain his actions as of late. 

“Ahh, the troubles of young love.” You raised an inquisitive brow at this, to which Rook only smiled mysteriously. “There is much for you to discover, (Y/N).” With that, Rook unwound his arm from yours, rejoining the rest of the group who weren’t too far ahead. 

He said my name…what the hell…

“My, Rook seems to be quite animated today.” Jade replaced Rook at your side almost immediately, his hand at his chin as he smiled.

“Isn’t Rook always animated?” You questioned, looking ahead to see Rook with one of his arms thrust out, loudly proclaiming something in French about the fruits that a vendor had for sale. 

“Ah, yes, well. He seems to be rather smothering today.” There was an icy tone to Jade’s words for a split second, making a shiver go down your back despite the sun beating down on you. “Shall we move along then?” 

You didn’t respond as the two of you walked over to the rest of the group, Jade’s words bouncing around in your head like some kind of word puzzle. It didn’t help that he kept his hand kept barely touching the small of your back as he led you through the market, making sure that nobody bumps into you or that you get lost. 

What does that even mean…?! What game is he trying to play here??

“There’s so much for sale, it’s hard to decide what to buy. It makes me feel like I’m on a treasure hunt.” Rook’s words brought you out of your mind, making you realize that you both had rejoined with the others. 

“For sure. What other kinda neat stuff’s around here…?” Grim agreed, sniffing the air a bit and looking around, his eyes bright as he scanned the different stalls. “Ooh, let’s check out the bottle over there! It’s got a whole model ship inside.” He pointed towards the stall that was nearby, whining about Malleus’ ‘slow’ walking pace as everyone crowded around the stall. 

“Ah, Lilia’s brought me back a ship in a bottle as a souvenir before.” Malleus notes, leaning down to take a closer look at the bottle. 

“Hmm?” Grim plopped down from Malleus’ shoulder, standing on the table and staring quite intently at the bottle. “Wait a minute…The ship’s bigger than the opening to the bottle. Somethin’s fishy here! How’d they manage to squeeze it in?” 

“Very observant, Grim!” Jade praised, making Grim have a rather satisfied smirk on his face as if he had discovered something revolutionary. “The truth is, they put the ship in when it’s still a baby, and it grows up inside the bottle.” Jade’s teeth flashed in his mischievous grin, unable to hide his amusement at Grim’s naivety. 

“Mrah?! This ship’s alive?!” Grim asked, completely falling for Jade’s little trick. You snickered a bit at this, keeping your hand over your mouth to cover your smile, (it earned you a harsh glare from Riddle, but come on…it was funny). 

Riddle sighed at this, shaking his head in dismay. “Of course it isn’t. Don’t tease him, Jade.” 

“They build the model ship inside the bottle, Monsieur Peluche.” Rook explained, pointing at the tiny parts of the ship. “They insert tiny components and assemble them with tweezers.” 

“What a hassle…!” Grim exclaimed, almost pressing his face against the bottle to try and see where the pieces connect. 

“It looks like a full-fledged seafaring vessel. Assembling one would be a very laborious task.” Riddle noted, examining the model ship a bit closer. 

Malleus seemed a bit puzzled at everyone’s fascination, a hand to his chin as he examined the ship model as well. “Couldn’t you simply use magic for that?”

“Mages capable of the precision needed to assemble such a minute model aren’t exactly commonplace.” Riddle clarified, to which Malleus slowly nodded his head in understanding. 

“Is that right? I notice all the ships in a bottle on sale here are the same model.” 

“According to legend, the couple the Forever Float ceremony originated from held their wedding on the deck of a ship.” Jade said, pointing to some of the ship models having a wedding design on the deck. “This design comes up frequently in picture books and other illustrations.”

The bottles depicting the wedding design contained miniature figures dressed in fancy clothing, with tiny models of all different kinds of foods in the background. The bride and groom were dressed in their appropriate attire, with the bride seeming to be throwing her flowers up into the air towards a crowd of waiting hands. While none of the faces on the figure were visible, it was clearly a very joyous occasion, with confetti and glitter scattered across the deck. 

You smiled warmly at the scene, the depiction reminding you that this place you had been sent to still had similarities to your own world. “That’s so cute!”

Jade nodded at your statement, smiling. “Yes, and it’s amazing that someone could reproduce every detail of this elaborate design at such an adorable size.” 

You continued to eye the wedding scene on the miniature boat, contemplating whether or not to buy it.“Hm? You gonna buy this too, hench-human?” Grim asked, noticing your increased interest in the display. 

“It would make an excellent decoration for your room. It’s very emblematic of Ultramarine City, as well as the Forever Float ceremony.” Jade added, eyeing your reaction. You pondered on it for a moment longer, Jade’s gaze on you making you crack. 

“Okay, I’ll get…” You looked over the different bottles for a moment, eventually pointing at one in the back. “This one, please.” 

“All right, let me wrap that up for you!” The stall vendor plucked it from the rest of the displays, going to wrap it with paper so that it wouldn’t break. 

“Why’d you choose that one, (Y/N)?” Grim asked, looking at the different bottles. “Aren’t these all the same ones?” 

“Almost. These ones in the back,” You started, pointing towards an open spot where the other bottles could be seen. “They have the Sea Witch and her eels in the water, see?” At your words, everyone took a closer look at the bottles that were in the back. 

“Incroyable! You are correct!” 

“I wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t point it out, (Y/N). Good eye.” Riddle agreed. 

You looked over at Jade after paying, feeling a bit of a shock when you saw his intense gaze on you. The corners of his mouth were upturned slightly less than usual, and the serious look in his eyes made you feel as if he were scrutinizing you. You gave a small, awkward smile, which immediately made his expression go back to his polite self. 

What was that…?

Riddle walked over to some other stalls, prompting you all to follow behind him. “I suppose the prevalence of horses here is why the shops sell so many horse-related souvenirs. There are photos and illustrations, wood carvings, silver charms…” 

“They sell horse tack as well. Perhaps I’ll get something for Silver and Sebek.” Malleus noted, though it was clear he wasn’t in his element when it came to choosing such a gift. “Hmm, but what to choose? They’ve got saddles, reins, horseshoes…Rosehearts. You’re familiar with horseback riding. Which would be your choice? It seems they both hold your horsemanship in high regard.” 

“Do they? They’re both quite good themselves, though I’d say I hold my own in their company. Hmm, a suitable souvenir for equestrians…” Riddle pondered for a moment, looking around the different stalls nearby. “Perhaps brushes to groom their mounts?” 

“Oho. Brushes, hm? I see many different kinds here. Which would be the best for them?” 

“Let’s see…Silver mentioned wanting to put extra effort into hoof care for the next riding competition, in which case he’d probably appreciate one of these brushes with stiff bristles suited for cleaning horses. As for Sebek…He’s been wanting a thinning comb, as I recall. Something to help smooth out his mount’s shaggy mane so he can braid it. It’s important to ensure the horse looks its best at competitions. And I’m sure Sebek would love it even more if the comb came from you.” Riddle said, nodding in satisfaction. 

“Fascinating. Your insight has been most helpful.” Malleus responded. “From listening to you speak, I can tell that they both take their club activities quite seriously. It’s good to be diligent. To commend them both for their efforts, I shall purchase this hoof brush and this thinning comb.” 

“Great choice. I’ll bag them up!” The stall vendor took the items and bagged them, giving back the correct amount of change. 

“That’s nice of you, Tsunotaro. Like Riddle said, I think they’ll love the gifts.” You mentioned, to which Malleus smiled. 

“I’m pleased to hear that. They’ve both been doing very well in their studies, so I was looking for items to purchase for them.” 

Aww, so cute…

“Now, where to next?” Jade asked, now that you all had reached the end of the market. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Grim suddenly yelled out. When you turned to face him, you were suddenly hit with a splash of cold water all over your torso, the shock of the cold water making you shiver. 

“Grim!” 

“Myahaha! How’d you like my water gun?!” He exclaimed mischievously, pointing the water gun at the others, who all had their hands up in surrender. 

“Now I’m all wet…” You grumbled, looking down at the wet spot across your borrowed dress. You knew Grim didn’t have any ill intention by it, but you had a right to be a little annoyed…

A dark teal colored handkerchief appeared in front of you, Jade holding it out to you in offering. “Perhaps this might help, though you’ll dry off quickly enough. Today’s a hot, sunny day, after all.”

You hesitantly reached for the handkerchief, but before you could grasp it Jade slotted it into your hand, his fingertips ever so gently sliding against your own before he pulled away. The calm smile spread on his lips almost seemed to be taunting you in some way, his face showing absolutely nothing of his thoughts. 

As per usual, you were left gaping like a fish out of water, while he moved on like it was a daily occurrence. 

Malleus examined the water gun Grim was currently pointing at him, curiosity in his eyes as he tilted his head. “Is that a water gun shaped like a fish?” 

“Yup, bought it over there. It’s the perfect weapon to soak my hench-human with.” 

“In the boat date that the prince and mermaid went on in the legends, there were fish in the cove who circled the ship, spouting seawater like a fountain. Someone made a water gun based on that visual, and it became a tremendous hit.” Jade seemed to think of an idea as he gave a slight ‘aha’, his eyes showing a bit of mischievousness. “What would you say to using these guns when we give our trials of love tomorrow?” 

“Spraying seawater from the boats? What a charming little prank.” Rook said, clearly delighted at the idea. 

“Couldn’t you simply use magic to splash water on them without going to all that extra trouble?” Malleus questioned, making Rook shake his head.  

“Non non! Keeping things playful will add an element of excitement to the ceremony.” 

“Indeed. We could also keep our magic in reserve and escalate our way up to that gradually.” Jade added. There was something about his words that made you feel like he was scheming something up for the trials, but you did always find it rather difficult to get a good read on Jade, so maybe he was just overly excited about the water guns…? 

Probably not. 

“Oho, really? What an amusing thought. Very well, I shall purchase one of my own.” 

Riddle hummed in agreement, following everyone to the stall selling the water guns. “I like that idea as well. Let’s all get one.” 

The vendor of the stall was very pleased with the amount of water guns you had all purchased, eagerly bagging them up and wishing you all a good day. You were feeling quite tempted to get Grim with it as payback, but you held off instead, biding your time until the time was juuust right…

“Everyone, look over there! People are dancing under that tent.” Rook announced, pointing towards a nearby tent. 

“Yes, dancing is a celebrated pastime in the Sunshine Lands. This takes me back…” Jade said wistfully, a hand to his chin as he reminisced. “I remember seeing people dancing in this plaza years ago. I was terribly unaccustomed to bipedal walking at the time, so the sight of people dancing so freely on land was positively dazzling to me. That helped motivate me to practice walking, and over time, I gradually mastered not only walking, but running as well. Coming here makes me want to move my body more. On that note, would you all care to join in on the dancing?” He asked, gesturing to the tent nearby.  

“How would that work?” Riddle asked, seeming a bit unsure about Jade’s proposition. “I’ve practiced ballroom and party dancing, but they’re doing some sort of festival dance I don’t know the steps to.” 

“Likewise, actually.” 

“Non, non! You mustn’t overthink it, Roi des Roses. Roi des Dragons. Simply have fun dancing to the music as you see fit. The same principle applies to both parties and festivals.” Rook tutted, already subtly moving to the music that was playing from the tent. 

“Is that right? Today is as good as any to try something new, I suppose.” 

Contrary to Malleus, Riddle still seemed unsure about the idea, his eyebrows furrowed. “‘Having fun dancing as I see fit’ is too much of a challenge for me.” He said simply, though he sighed after a few moments. “But they do say when in a foreign land, do as the locals do…” 

“Let’s turn that frown of yours upside down, Riddle.” Jade urged, making Riddle sputter in shock as he took a firm hold of his shoulders. “Come along, now!” 

“Hey…! Stop pushing me, Jade!” You chuckled a bit at the silly sight, watching as Jade pushed Riddle towards the tent, Malleus following behind. Rook had already joined in on the dancing, his arm looped with another local as they spun around. 

“C’mon, let’s get dancin’, (Y/N)!” Grim tugged on the bottom of your dress, making you realize that he had ditched Malleus and came to find you instead, his big blue eyes looking up at you with excitement. 

So cute!

“I’m not sure I can…” You looked down at your attire, not wanting to ruin it before the wedding tomorrow. You had come this far in the day without damaging it, and you didn’t want to do any damage now, (the dancing did seem rather fun, however…). 

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). I’ll lead, if you’ll have me.” Jade was now suddenly in front of you, a hand extended out to you. “It would be a shame if you missed out on this opportunity.” 

“I just don’t want to ruin the dress…” You explained, a bit embarrassed. “I can’t pay for it if it’s damaged.” Jade merely chuckled at your concerns, as if it was something so silly that you were concerned about. 

“Then I shall take extra caution. Does that ease your mind?” He asked, his voice having a clear teasing tone as he gazed at you, his question lingering in the air. 

“C’mon, (Y/N)! It’ll be fun!!” Grim said excitedly, tugging on the bottom of your dress. Grim’s cute kitty eyes plus Jade’s rather convincing self…

“Ahh…okay, I’ll join!” You answered, placing your hand in Jade’s outstretched one. He gave you a soft smile, his fingers wrapping around your own and gently pulling you towards where the dancing was taking place. Rook was doing a full dance show to the music, urging on Malleus and Riddle who were a bit awkward in their steps, but seemed to be enjoying themselves, (until Grim used their heads as stepping stones, which made Riddle turn quite red). 

The music that was playing was upbeat and light, and it seemed like the locals who were dancing were doing so in specific steps, which made you a bit unsure…maybe Jade happened to know this specific dance? 

“Are you feeling nervous?” Jade asked, making your eyes snap back to him. 

“A little bit…” You admitted, looking around to see if anybody was looking at you. Realistically, you knew that nobody would care whether or not you danced for a bit with your friends, but your mind still made you think about how people might judge you for doing so. “I know it’s silly, especially since there’s other people dancing too-” 

“It is far from silly.” Jade cut you off before you could say anything further, effectively shutting down your train of thought. “It is a natural feeling that the mind produces, but do try to not concern yourself with it.” His free hand went to your chin, tilting it up slightly to make sure you were looking him in his eyes. “Just stay focused on me.” 

Aah…

“R-Right…okay…” You murmured, stumbling over your words. You were sure your heart was beating loudly enough that he could hear it at this point, but all he did was give you a small smile and let go of your chin, pulling you a bit closer to where everyone was dancing. 

You hadn’t been sure what Jade had in mind when he had proposed dancing to you, but you weren’t expecting it to be so fun. He had started off easy and small with you, keeping your hand in his ‘in case you lose balance’ as he led you through a simple routine that matched the music.

“You’re a quick learner, (Y/N).” He noted, smiling as the two of you continued dancing for a bit. It wasn’t his usual polite smile, perhaps it was something a little more carefree? Maybe that isn’t the word for it, but it’s absolutely enchanting. 

You giggled at his words. “I have a really good teacher.” Jade suddenly twirled you, making you let out an ‘ah!’ as you spun, promptly being pulled back into his embrace. 

“I’m pleased to hear that.” He said, his eyes fixed on your own. “It took me quite a while to learn how to dance properly. After all, we don’t have dancing like this under the sea.” 

“I’ve been on two legs my whole life and you’re better than me, so your practice paid off.” 

“Ah…Your words touch me, truly.” His voice took on a tone of sudden seriousness as he continued dancing with you, his hand holding your own just a bit more firmly. “To have someone as exquisite as you say so…I’m honored.” 

“Aah…” Was all you could manage to let out, averting your gaze from him and focusing on your steps as you attempted to calm yourself down. He always knew exactly what to say to fluster you, and it was going to be the death of you. 

After you were a bit more comfortable, he gathered everyone else around and went over the steps to a group dance, which you found to be rather simple as there were only 5 steps repeated while going in a circle. There had been a few beginner moments, like when you stepped on Malleus’ foot, who clipped Rook with his elbow, who in turn accidentally ran straight into Riddle, who finally stumbled back into Jade. Grim had been safe from the chain of events, laughing with everyone as you all righted yourselves and went right back into dancing, poking fun at each other as you got used to it. 

The locals eventually began to dance with you all as well, looping their arms with yours and making the circle suddenly much bigger. Other townspeople saw the circle and began to join in as well, and even other tourists began to join in, clumsily falling into place with the rest of you. 

Yet, with the addition of so many more people, you drifted farther and farther away from the rest of your group, although you were mostly looking for Jade. Your eyes kept catching glimpses of his teal hair while you were spinning and switching partners, but every time you tried to partner with him, the two of you got dragged in two different directions. You shouldn’t have even been trying to partner up with him given how you’re supposed to be beating him at his own game, but you can’t help it…

You do like him, after all. 

Just as you were starting to get dizzy from all the spinning, the music number suddenly finished and you were pushed into someone who stopped you in your place, your vision still spinning for a moment. 

“You seem to be a bit off-balance, (Y/N). Do you need to sit down?” Of course Jade had been the one you ended up with, his hands settled firmly on your shoulders as your vision refocused. 

“Ahh, I’m good. Just did maybe too much spinning.” You laughed nervously, putting a hand to your head. 

“We can’t have that, there are still many activities for the rest of the day.” He chuckled at your words, his hands leaving your shoulders and instead leading you to a nearby bench, gesturing for you to sit down. “Rest for a moment.” 

Loud chattering drew your attention to the rest of the group, who were walking over to where you were seated. Grim had found a place on Rook’s shoulder, pumping his little fist in the air in excitement. 

“I never could’ve imagined this when I was younger. Dancing is delightful.” Jade chuckled, bowing slightly to you all. “Thank you for making this such a memorable experience, everyone.” 

“Roi des Dragons, Roi des Roses, you were both fantastique!” Rook complimented, clapping his hands. 

“You…think so? I was focused so hard on coordinating with everyone around me, it was all a blur…” Riddle said hesitantly, still out of breath from all the movement. “I had reservations about such lively dancing at first, but after trying it, it wasn’t so bad after all.” 

Malleus nodded in agreement, not a hair out of place even after all the dancing. “It never hurts to try new things. I have one more thing to share with Lila and the others now.” 

“The onlookers were all in a tizzy about Malleus. I could hear them whispering his name.” Jade remarked, a teasing look in his eyes. 

“I can see why, considering how elegant and eye-cating his dancing was.” Riddle noted. “ You seemed to enjoy yourself as well, Jade. Are you satisfied?” 

“Yes, very much so. In fact, what if you mark the occasion by putting on the same dance in class sometime?” 

“There’s no ‘occasion’ to mark. Absolutely not.” Riddle said flatly, making Jade give a disappointed frown. 

“Alas, what a pity. However, I believe it’s about time we returned to the wharf. Are you feeling better, dear (Y/N)?” Your heart leapt at the sudden term of endearment again but you managed to keep your face rather neutral, nodding as you stood up. 

“I think I just needed to sit for a moment, so we can go if you all are ready.” 

“Wonderful. Shall we?” Jade led everyone to where the carriages were waiting, once more helping you inside in his usual fashion. It was something you were still getting used to, but…it felt nice. 

There was silence between you and Jade as the carriage began to move, and although your body was beginning to tire from the day’s events, your mind was absolutely racing with all kinds of thoughts. You knew that Jade liked to play games, but you found this to be rather cruel, especially after he was so gentle and understanding in teaching you how to dance…

Maybe…?

You shook your head at the thought; getting your hopes up again would only make it hurt more in the end, so you shouldn’t have even let yourself begin the thought. 

“Is something weighing on your mind?” Jade suddenly asked, his brows slightly pulled together in worry. “You seem to be lost in thought.” 

You waved him off, forcing a smile. “It’s nothing, I’m just a bit tired from all the activities today.” 

Jade didn’t seem fully convinced, but he also didn’t push the subject either, merely nodding politely. “Well, if there is anything troubling you, I would be happy to listen. I wish for you to enjoy this trip as much as possible.” 

You could only smile in response, your words suddenly dried up. 

He’s making this really hard.

a/n: NEW FORMATTING WHAT YALL THINK it was a bit boring so i wanted to make it prettier ... this took a while but i think it was worth it :,) i was really trying to get the flirty parts but still slowburn parts if that makes sense !! i hope you guys enjoyed <33

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