#minajael

minajael x reader | he’ll never love anyone else other than you

A/n: originally planned to be released with a twst! meg fic but 1) I’m going on vacation so might as well as post this now 2) many people want more, yippee?

Warnings: mentions of potential suitors, minajael has a pet tiger in this fic

Yea sry the title’s shit can’t think of anything

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you saw a tiger cub trotting to you on your way to his room in Durasmina. Immediately, you recognise it's his pet tiger, and there's a small paper bag and an turquoise coloured envelope in between his canines

you gently pat his head, before taking the bag and opening the letter attached

it had gold highlights to the paper, and his fine handwriting:

Hayati, happy 3.5 months anniversary

I know you've been telling me to not spend money on you, however, if I made something for you, it doesn't count, right?

you have to stifle a giggle, already picturing his smirk while writing this

as you look inside the bag, you saw a pair of golden earrings— matching his hoops, you have a feeling where this is going...

"hm, excellent delivery from the mailman I assume?"

you don't need to turn around to recognise that voice you'd remember in sleep

minajael's chin rest on your shoulder, hands wrapping around your waist

"do you like them?" his smooth voice is like water in the oasis, always soothing you and making your stomach flip

"like? I love them, Minajael" he hummed in response, pressing a gentle smooch on your cheek

"how did you make gold earrings out of nowhere?"

"why are you questioning me, hayati?" his smirk widens

you just can’t bring yourself to be pissed at him, holy shit he looks too gorgeous for any fights

“what are you planning, your highness?”

he looks slightly offended by the title, he doesn’t like being a prince afterall, but who are you to resist teasing him?

“what do you think I’m planning, pretty?” his hand reached for yours, thumb grazing over your knuckles and giving it a squeeze, “I know you won’t be so heartless to deprive me of my desires, right? No matter whatever they are.”

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this motherf…

you thought as you’re standing in the middle of a ballroom, surrounded by prestigious people from Scalding Sands to Shaftlands— this is how influential his family is. Royalty, afterall

how did you end up here? your lover asked you to come to a family reunion with him, welp…

you fidgeted with the gold accessories on your dress, as Minajael is pulled away by his father to greet some of the ‘business partners’

you’re not familiar with this setting, where everyone speaks so carefully and one word may ruin their reputation. now it’s even worse, as Minajael isn’t there to do the talking for you.

as you drowned yourself with your inner thoughts, you’re suddenly pulled back to reality by a familiar voice near of you

your heart almost clenched at the scene of your lover being introduced to another girl, she’s pretty, looks like she came from a loaded family, very poised and elegant

‘does he prefer this type of girls more? how fast will he leave me if his father founded him a better choice one day? what if he only dated me because he felt bad about rejecting me?’

A hand pulled you towards him, firmly yet careful, like he’s trying to brush away your inner doubts

“Father, I already have a bride of my choice, I will never be with anyone except for her.”

it’s been a while since you’ve heard him speaking so firmly, standing his ground

you looked up, meeting his gaze which softened

“this is my partner, if I cannot have her, then I will not marry. I can’t imagine a future with her by my side.”

he’s 10x hotter when he’s not being a smug ass

you know the expectations that are forced on him, he always told you, and how he never talked with his father about it because it will just be a “waste of time”, with how he’ll never listen

that’s how you know how much you really mean to him. so much, that he’s willing to speak out and make things clear to his family.

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“you really meant it?”

you two are on the balcony of his room, one that allows the both of you to see all of Scalding Sands

the soft breeze caressing your hair does nothing to calm your inner thoughts, the woman, the girls who seem much more suitable for him as a wife—

“you think I’d ever lie?” the smug tone is gone, replaced by something raw, sincere

you looked at the city, gaze at anywhere but him; but the only thing in his eyes were you

“don’t you think those girls may be better for you?” it felt like a crime to doubt him, but he didn’t seem to blame you, instead he whistled, then a magic carpet flew out.

he climbed on, hand out for you to take

“come with me, darling, I’ll give you an answer”

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the city looks like a dream at night

he brought you to see the desert, the river and at last landed on the roof of the castle

“you really think I’d bring any of those girls here?” his warmth can be felt through his silk clothes, holding you with his arms around your waist

you know the answer, he never do extra things to please people whom he’s not interested in

a kiss landed on your temple, “such an overthinker”, a teasing comment from him

you: bro isn't this kalims fucking carpet? I USED THIS TO ESCAPE SCARABIA'S KIDNAPPING ONCE LMAO

In which Leona/Ruggie/Minajael/Rielle tries to get a sexy picture from his wife, Fem!AFAB!Reader, but fails in his venture.

Warnings: 18+, talks of sending provocative or sexual photos, established relationship/marriage, requested by @echosofmortality, horny married couples, the men are easy for their wife

Leona Kingscholar

Dayum he's really hot 🤤