Ja'far x Reader [Under my skin]It was a sunny day in Sindria, as almost all days in Sindria. The sun was bright and the wind light. A perfect day to walk the streets of the market, not to work inside of the palace. (Name) was sitting at her desk, surrounded by many scrolls, her head rested on her hand by her chin. She had so much work but that light wind had begun to drive her in a peaceful moment. Her eyes were about to close, her mind became blank. She blinked one, two, three times and her eyes were closed.
“(Name)!” She stood up suddenly, making some scrolls fall on the ground. She knew that that voice and that tune weren’t something good.
“Y-yes Ja’far?” She turned herself to face the man who had called her. He cheeks were red from embarrassment he had found her like that. “I swear, I was working. What can I do for you?”
“I know you were falling asleep, don’t try to lie to me. There is the mark of your sleeve on your cheek.” He approached her to p
Judal x Reader [Asobanai ka?] (Prologue)I remember almost nothing from my past. Actually, just a few things until my ten years.
I remember I was raised in a dark place, with a lot of people around, but no one talked to me.
There was no child, I was alone with that women who was supposed to love me. I’ve never felt love from her, like she had to be my mother but without blood relative.
No, I’m wrong, there was another kid with me, but I can’t really remember him. All I can remember, is that he said we share the same birthday date.
That’s all. No, I’m wrong again. He had the same dark hair like me. He played with me sometimes, when he said he was bored and had time.
I guess I could call him my childhood friend. A ‘friend’… I can’t even remember his name. And what’s a friend after all? He was rarely there when I needed him.
I’ve decided to leave that place when I was ten. I couldn’t live there anymore, that sphere was choking me. I don’t even think th
Magi Sinbad X Reader (CH 3)
“I, just a simple mortal, mustered all my courage to face the creature… AND in a final act of valor — just as the heroes of old— I grasped my faithful spear,” the dirt covered, rugged fisherman said in his thick accent while raising his arms to emphasize his tale, “ And I sent that beast back to the watery hell it had emerged from!”
With the final words of the fisherman’s telling of his encounters with a mighty sea monster, the surrounding men roared and cheered. His tale was inspirational to the men in that tavern, and the storytelling was excellent. You had thought so as well, although you were sitting in the corner away from the other patrons to avoid detection, but you had listened to each detail. Enchanted by the greasy sailor’s story of bravery.
You had been so involved in the man’s story, just as every other person in the tavern, that you did not notice a shadowy figure approaching you until he was directly beside you.
Magi Sinbad X Reader (CH 2)
“This country is too hot for this type of dress,” you informed Virgil, your companion, as you both disembarked the merchants’ ship onto Sindria soil. (You would have rather been in something more breathable and airy, or at least something that did not restrict your movements).
“It is traditional for a young princess, such as yourself, to wear such garments,” stated the mage, as he inspected your dress, “I am quite impressed you managed to put it on without assistance from a handmaiden.”
The royal garb you wore was extremely heavy, with multiple layers to the entire outfit. On the top part of the dress was a turquoise vest-type corset, which promptly drew attention to your bust.
Underneath, you wore an ebony blouse that displayed your collarbone and that had several black fabric roses forming the collar of the blouse. Your sleeves were spacious, and only drifted down to your elbow, where an uncomfortable faded grey bow clamped the fabric down to