#dunasmina

[cinnamncornflakes]

step aside scarabia

[calcifiedunderland]

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.

[kirimachi]

Housewardens AU 🐅🕌

*Just my imagination

[squirrelioo]

WISHING FOR YOU

minajael was always watching from afar.

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

he was just a pawn in a bigger game.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and you seemed to notice him too.

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

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

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

he would just have to keep wishing.

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

[hanafubukki]

Thinking about a what if moment where you rescue Minajael during firelit sky event but didnt know he was a prince.

You were looking at a stall for a souvenir when you noticed him.

A beautiful man, you assume, from the little glimpses of his visage. You assume he’s someone with a rich family from the way he tries to hide, but his gold jewelry gives him away.

That’s when you notice the guards coming and the man tensing. You shouldn’t get involved but darn your soft heart for those who want freedom from daily troubles.

You grab him and run from Mina’s guards. He seemed to be in trouble and you tended to attract it, so why not help out. You kept reasoning to yourself.

Placing money at the stall and thanking Kalim for his generosity mentally as you both ran down a street and a few alley turns. Thank you Jamil for showing you this less tracked path.

You both catch your breath as you raspily advise, “Maybe next time you try to escape whoever they are…take off your earrings. They are kind of a dead giveaway and…they might have a tracker.”

“Who are you?”

“A random tourist visiting the area with some friends.”

That made him tense.

Yep, he’s definitely someone rich with the way he’s acting. You couldn’t blame him, rarely do people help without wanting something in return or maybe he thought you knew him and wanted to use him.

“Why would you help me?”

You shrug, “I guess I have a soft spot for people who want to escape the confines of their daily lives.”

Before he could open his mouth, you heard a call for you:

“Minion?! I’m hungry!”

“Prefect, where are you?!”

“Oh, that’s me I gotta—”

By the time you turned back, he had disappeared.

Ah yes, the disappearing act, why am I not surprised.

You casually advise before running off to your group, “Take off your earrings or check them for trackers. That’s how another friend is always found.”

Minajael Tealrajah eyed you as you met with an orange haired friend and, what he assumed, a talking familiar.

He fingered his earrings.

A tracking spell, huh?

The last thing you ever expected was to see the guy you helped rescue on the opposing team during the inter-school tournament between RSA and NRC.

…Nor did you expect him to recognize you as he smirks and waves from his side. His red-head companion looking between you two in confusion.

You internally smack your forehead as you feel your fellow first years turn towards you in shock.

You really did attract the princes, the rich, and the troubled ones, didn’t you?

This was inspired by @onyanjuu whose fics has me kicking my feet and giggling. I had this in my drafts for a bit and I had to finish it after getting bit by June’s Mina fics. 💞🥰💚

Some notes:

I love playing around with potential what ifs and the Disney movie scenes so I had to combine fire lit event and the Jasmine and Aladdin bazaar scene with them. Since I feel we would be the Aladdin to Mina’s Jasmine.

The tracking device in the earrings were influenced by the lore we learn about Leona and Cheka and how they had trackers and protection spells on them as children.

Speaking of Mina’s earrings, I also kept using that as a reference because 1) they are very pretty, 2) they are gold which kind of gives his status away, and 3) jasmine when she was at the bazaar she also had her big gold earrings and even when I was young I was like “girl, your earrings are a giveaway…” so I thought that would be fun to constantly poke at especially since Mina apparently keeps escaping and gets caught too. Lolol 😂😂💞💞

[temiizpalace]

☆┊BOY YOU MAKE ME JELLYOUS!

SUMMARY: running errands with jamil, you meet an old ‘friend’ of his in town..

CHARACTERS: jamil viper, minhaj alrajah

GENRE: fluff, light angst but nothing crazy

WARNINGS: one mention of hives (itchy skin), spoilers for book 8(?) (new character)

NOTES: relationship is up to interpretation (jamil), fic title based off jellyous by illit, reader is only a little bit of a loser, sorta canon divergent (meeting outside of the game), i changed his name a little cause the official one didn’t really make sense?

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

∘˙🐍

the market of foothill town was bustling with people.

jamil let out a sigh at the swimming crowd. he expected it to be busy, but not this busy. in the end, he was the one who chose to go on a saturday..

sam’s shop had run out of the only detergent that didn’t make kalim’s skin break out in hives, so this was an emergency run he had to make right away. he didn’t expect you to want to tag along, but he didn’t see the harm in doing so til now.

he turns to you, a slightly apologetic look on his face before he lets out another sigh. “i apologize, prefect. i didn’t realize how large the crowd would be today,” jamil murmured, clutching the bag on his arm.

“it’s fine, believe me. we just can’t get separated, right?” you smile, giving jamil’s heart that same flutter he never dared mention aloud. he coughs into his hand, hiding a smile of his own before mumbling words to himself.

“just.. stay close and try not to be swept away.”

˙∘✧

just as expected, the marketplace was chaotic.. and just as jamil thought, you were swept away. he’s normally so careful while watching kalim, so why did he have to lose you?! clutching the bag of detergent tightly in his hands, he massaged his temple with furrowed brows.

“curses.. i should’ve told them to stay put somewhere..” he muttered, knowing you’d at least try to remain in the same place unlike kalim. he squeezed his way through, searching for the face he knows and loves amidst the faceless crowd. luckily he was already used to navigating through busy streets, considering his home in the scalding sands.

while jamil searched for you, you on the other hand had your own dilemma. oranges rolled across the ground as the angry shopkeeper glared at you. you had been pushed into his fruit stand by other bystanders, and to your dismay, fruit flew everywhere.

“sevens, why me..” you grumbled, hastily picking up the fruits before they got squished. jamil was nowhere to be seen. you really should’ve watched where you were going, because you just lost the one guy who actually knew where he was going.

just as you reached out for another orange, another hand beat you to it. at first you thought it was jamil, hoping it’d be just like all the shojou manga you’ve read.

to your dismay, it was not jamil, but a man almost nearly as stunning. his outfit was a bright teal, with gold adorning almost every part of his stature. his hair was glamorous, as was his makeup. he was radiant, you felt nearly blinded.

“need help with that?” he finally broke the silence as he met your eyes. there was a smirk to his face as he stood upright, tossing the orange in the air and catching it with grace. he saw the handful of oranges in your arms and must’ve took pity on you.

“uh, thanks!” you managed to breath out, breaking from your momentary awe. he must’ve noticed your staring, because all he did was chuckle. the boy collected the rest of the oranges from the ground, handing them back to the shopkeeper and smoothing things over with ease.

“thank you again, i appreciate it!” you reply once again, giving him a slight bow.

his eyes narrowed slightly, but his smile didn’t waver. “no need to be so formal. out here, im just another student like you.” the mystery boy said, waving you off.

“out.. here?” you raise your brow, not exactly picking up what he’s putting down. you try looking at him again, trying to identify any familiar faces that seem alike. none exactly come to mind.. “im sorry, i don’t quite follow..” you laughed awkwardly, noticing his eyes widen a bit.

“..do you not recognize me?” now where have you had a similar interaction before? you simply shake your head, seeing his smile grow a size bigger.

“is that bad?” you ask in a moment of panic, only to hear him laugh loudly in response.

“no, no, not at all.” he assures you, nodding his head. he eyes you up and down, almost observantly. his brow furrowed in thought. “if i may ask, where are you from?” he asked with a smile.

you hesitate for a moment. “i, uh.. i don’t think you’d know!” you say, scratching the back of your neck. he seemed to have took it as a challenge, because all he did was smirk.

“oh? wish to bet?” he asks playfully, catching you a moment off guard. is it a twisted wonderland thing for people being so direct and pushy?

“well, im from..” as you tell him of your place of origin, the smugness is wiped off his face.

he crosses his arms. “well, i suppose you’re right. i’ve never heard of such a place before..” he hums, thinking to himself.

“yeah, im not surprised.” you murmur, already used to this routine. before you could part ways with the mystery boy, he spoke once more.

“ah.. now i remember,” he says, a newfound gleam in his eye. “yes, you’re the magicless prefect i’ve heard so much about then.” he smiles, throwing you for a loop.

“you— you know who i am?” you swallowed thickly, feeling weird for being recognized. how does he know about you? are you outlawed? are you in trouble?

“of course, you’re famous at our school.” he chuckles, resting a hand on his hip. does he attend night raven college as well? you would’ve sworn you saw such a glamorous face before.. “yes, che’nya spoke of you before.”

so rsa..? “i had no idea i was known outside of nrc,” you mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed now. you were already too big of a name at nrc (for all the wrong reasons), you really didn’t need to be known because of that chaos..

jamil stood from afar, his hands forming fists by his side. no.. say it isn’t so. you met another man he had despised, as if kalim wasn’t horrible enough already. maybe he was a bit harsh in his head, but just the thought of you running away with another made his blood boil.

your smiling and laughing.. please don’t tell him you like that sickening prince, he can’t bear it. with a smile as forced as it could be, he approaches you two by the stand.

“[MC], there you are. i thought i had lost you.” jamil says, standing beside you with a hand on your shoulder. you nearly jump at his sudden presence, though feel relieved to know he found you. his gaze was soft, yet an underlying motive hiding beneath the surface. jamil’s eyes flicker to the boy across of you, his soft gaze turning dark.

he still smiled, but that smile didn’t meet his eyes. “oh my, prince minhaj, it’s been quite some time since we’ve last spoke. the weather is quite pleasant, wouldn’t you agree?” jamil mused, giving who you now know is a prince a polite nod.

“..prince?” you murmur, staring at minhaj. he simply let out a hefty sigh, realizing the fun of being an unknown had been cut short.

“enough with the humble tone, jamil. i don’t want to be called ‘prince’ outside the castle..” minhaj retorts, playing with the braided bandana by his side. now it all the gold made sense, but to be fair there were pretty flashy people that weren’t royalty.

“ah, but i’d have no ground to stand on if i were arrested in the scalding sands for speaking disrespectfully to you.” jamil sighs wistfully, a false look of worry in his face. there was a hidden venom in every word coming out of his mouth, and you could tell minhaj had noticed it.

“so you’re.. royalty?” you mumble, realizing how informal you must’ve been. “i guess i should’ve known, huh? sorry about the lack of formality.” you laugh awkwardly, feeling a small sweat dripping from your brow.

minhaj shrugged his shoulders, not offended by your informality in the slightest. “don’t be, it was quite refreshing,” he smiled at you before his eyes slowly trailed back to jamil. the poor boy was barely holding it together, her brows knit together and his smile twitching slightly at the corners.

jamil thinks he’s well composed right now, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“has night raven college been serving you well? i’d imagine attending a magic school while magicless is a bit contradictory.” minhaj asks, still willing to make conversation.

“ahem,” jamil clears his throat before you could reveal the truth of your sad excuse for a dorm. “apologies, minhaj, but we’re in quite a hurry. [MC], we better get going.” jamil kept the hand on your shoulder but squeezed quite firmly, a silent ask of you to get going.

you glance at him, seeing the silent plead in his eyes. with a nod of acknowledgment, you turn back to the prince and bow ever so slightly. “sorry, i guess we’ve gotta go. it was nice meeting you!” you smile, giving him a wave.

“ah, i suppose i shouldn’t keep you then. let’s meet again soon, [MC].” minhaj smirks, taking your hand and giving it a shake. he looks over to jamil, his smirk turning into a cocky grin that you wouldn’t catch if you blinked. “jamil, it was nice seeing you as well. tell kalim of the asim’s i wish him well.”

“..of course. well, if you excuse us.” jamil replied with a strain in his voice, grabbing your hand out of the other boys grasp and whisking you away. you let out a slight yelp as you followed close behind.

˙∘✧

jamil held a tight grip on your hand, not seeming to let go anytime soon. you don’t even think he noticed because all that was written on his face was annoyance and irritation.

the mask he barely held together had long melted the minute he turned around and strung you along. not including the voices of the crowd, the silence between you two was loud.

he was about to lose his marbles. that spoiled prince, chatting with you as if you knew him since forever. if jamil hadn’t intervened, he would’ve probably swept you away and convince you to join royal sword academy. always getting everything he asked.. why wouldn’t he? while jamil fought tooth and nail to get what he desired, all minhaj had to do was ask.

jamil had worked too hard to get you to even glance at him, to make you think he’s worth something.. but even so, he doesn’t know if that’s even the truth. he—

“jamil?” you say his name, breaking the silence between you two. he froze in his tracks, glancing back at you with a neutral expression.

“yes, prefect?” jamil replied before you suddenly squeezed his hand and began to run. it was sudden, it was chaotic, you were running like someone was chasing you. “prefect?! where in the world are you going?!” he shouts, though all you did was laugh at him in response. his heart pounded in his chest, almost all the surfacing anger being lifted at the sight of your smile.

the smile meant for him, he hoped.

you finally stopped by a bench, allowing jamil to catch his breath before glancing up at you. “by the seven, what was that for?” he manages to breath out, resting his hand on the bench.

“to get your mind off your doubts.” you stated simply, letting go of his hand with a proud look on your face. jamil simply tilted his head to the right with a confused look on his face.

“excuse me?” he asks almost offendedly before you get closer to him. his gaze went from your face to the ground below him, holding his tongue and biting the inside of his cheek. he could feel the heat rushing to his face at the close proximity, but he is not trying to let that show.

“don’t lie to me, jamil viper,” you start, pressing a finger to his chest. “we all saw it on your face.” you frowned, though it wasn’t serious. if anything, you looked a bit smug. “a jealous scowl on your face doesn’t suit you.”

jamil lets out an exasperated sigh. “jealous? prefect i—”

“aha, see! evidence.” you grin, throwing him off guard. “in front of minhaj, you actually said my name! you don’t do that.” you laugh, watching his eyes widen. jamil grumbled something under his breath before you took his face in your hands.

“jamil, you know i’m not going anywhere, right?” you ask, tempting him to look at you. “right now, my home is at night raven college. and right now, my heart is too full of you to leave.” your statement was bold, even for him. he slowly put a hand over your own, looking you in the eyes.

because of his unique magic, nobody likes to look him in the eyes whenever they speak. they look everywhere but his face, everywhere but him. to them he is nobody, to them he is a threat.

but you? you look him in the eyes without a second thought. there is no fear, no hesitance, no second guessing. you look him right in the eyes without a doubt in your mind that you can put your full trust in him.

the words on his tongue were lost, his mouth hanging slightly agape. you chuckled before letting go of his face and letting him take a moment to let out the breath he was holding. he pulls the hoodie of his sweater over his eyes, trying desperately to hide the blush that inevitably took over his entire face.

“let’s.. let’s just get going.” he grumbled, walking ahead of you with quick steps. how did he even meet someone as unpredictable as you?

as you trailed behind, you’re about to approach the large crowd you two once got separated in. he stopped walking and turned back to you.

“hm?” you hum, watching jamil come closer. he grabs your hand and held it tightly. “oh? feeling like a gentleman?” you chuckled, teasing him a little.

not wanting to be the only flustered one, jamil raised your knuckles to his lips and brushed against them softly. you felt yourself eat your words as it was your turn to feel your pupils blow wide open.

“now we can’t get lost, right [MC]?” jamil murmured, unable to hide the smug grin creeping up on his face.

you two walked back to nrc hand in hand, a comfortable silence hanging between you two as you weaved through a crowd.

if this is what his jealousy entailed, then maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

A/N: seeing how jamil acts with the new rsa student is so funny i had to write something asap i am in love with you jamil viper

date published: 03/28/26

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[pqrqde]

pretty boy minajael !!! 🐅

[kahomi150]

THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS AND HANDSOME AAAAAAAA