Hi, I saw that requests were open and love the way you write! Is it possible to do more Sinbad headcanons ( anything romantic) or do the NSFW alphabet with either Kouha or Judar (both from Magi). It's no problem if you don't want to!
Hi! I hope you don't mind that I kind of did more general headcanons for the requested characters. If you'd like more in depth HCs from the NSFW Alphabet though, please feel free to send in an ask with the letters you'd like me to write :)
Various Magi characters x GN black reader
Warnings: NSFW under the cut, some slight swearing, toxic relationships / toxic relationship mention
A/N: Tbh I think I could've made the relationship dynamic for Judar more fucked up.
Sinbad
Your relationship with Sinbad is heavily influenced by your social standing
Though he's not the type of person to let your social standing effect his treatment of you, I don't think your relationship would progress beyond the surface level if you're royalty from another country.
This stipulation is why he's garnered a kind of reputation for flirting. Combined with his general lack of interest or investment in romantic relationships, Sinbad can come off as incredibly shallow.
Conversely, if you come from poverty, it wouldn't be a barrier to your relationship but he'd be incredibly upfront about the additional difficulties you'd likely face due to a lack of financial/social capital.
Ultimately, in order for you to enter a relationship with Sinbad, you'd need to click with him--finding that initial spark is easy enough-- but then you'd need to be interesting enough to hold his sustained attention, and you'd most likely need to be from the merchant/noble class.
He'd do really well with somebody who's also very independent, he doesn't care for clinginess in a partner and he values self-sufficiency above all.
Once you're in a relationship with Sinbad though, it just works. The two of you have a relationship where you could go months without seeing the other but still pick right back up where you left off upon meeting again.
Sinbad's very flirtatious, he loves engaging in back and forth doscussions that, to the untrained eye, appear tense but contain a thrumming undercurrent of desire.
Another aspect of your relationship that may seem contradictory is Sinbad's clinginess.
Though he's clingy, he's also very busy, his day is often too packed for him to fret over missing you. Being able to see the trail of rukh that leads to you does help when he gets particularly lonely.
Sinbad is also very indulgent. He insists on buying you the finest things money can buy.
Anything that piques your interest is immediately purchased and delivered to you posthaste.
He also enjoys being sent on tasks by you (a power that no other has over him), something as miniscule as a forgotten hair tie is treated with all the seriousness and gravitasse of his typical grand adventures.
This also extends to any rare items that may tickle your fancy. Though he laments not being able to personally procure every single item for you, he relishes in the status reports sent from his undercover guard.
Additionally, your relationship with Sinbad is incredibly deep. Your love is often hailed as an example of the unshakeable bond that exists between two souls cut from the same cloth, though neither of you care about that.
Most nights with Sinbad are spent with the two of you telling each other stories, whispering the sweetest words in the other's ear, before your words slowly dissolve into sighs as Sinbad steals your breath away from you.
Kouha
A relationship with Kouha is...stressful to put it lightly.
He's very whim driven and since you're most likely a servant in the emperor of Kou's palace, the consequences of his actions often fall back onto you.
For a while, the situation is quite precarious, with Kouha often summoning you (so he could sit and stare at you to figure out why you made his heart feel funny) which led to you getting punished by the head housekeeper for falling behind on your duties.
Eventually, Kouha catches wind of the matter and threatens any who dare chastise you with death (which then puts you at odds with your fellow servants).
It isn't until you grow sick with a fever that ravages the Kou Empire that he genuinely feels a bone deep fear that he might lose you.
He visits your bedside, despite the many warnings of the healers, and tends to you himself, with little more than a demand that you get better.
When your fever breaks, you blearily gaze up at him (had you possessed the slightest bit of self-control that day, you'd have never said this) and smile, telling him that he really is a kind soul.
After that day, you fortunately recover and Kouha declares you as his, consequences be damned.
(Honestly, the only one upset about the situation is his stepmother, the empress.)
Kouha is very protective of you, he loves passionately and fiercely and he treats any harm that befalls you as a wound delivered onto his own body.
He laments the fact that your respective duties keep him away from you at times. He relishes in your company and if it were up to him, the two of you would be glued at the hip 24/7.
One of his favorite things to do with you is to spar in front of you. He yearns for your approval and he wants to show you the extent of the power he possesses in the hopes that you'll become half as taken with him as he is with you.
*NSFW Headcanons*
As far as sex goes, Kouha is very bratty.
He likes to monopolize your time by working you into a lust-filled frenzy so that you have to seek him out. After all, who better to fulfill your needs than he~?
He doesn't mind being on top or bottom but he does like to boss you around, make sure to put him in his place every once in a while so that he doesn't get too rowdy.
Kouha's got a thing for exhibitionism. He loves openly proving over an over again that he is the only one who has your love.
He's also got a thing for toys, particularly vibrators. He doesn't care who they're used on but the moment he buys a new one, be aware that you've got maybe 48 hours before he'll be expecting it to get put to use.
Judar
If you thought a relationship with Kouha was stressful, welcome to the thunderdome of toxic relationships
To start off, Judar is incredibly arrogant and childish. He believes that you should be grateful that he considers you worthy of his attention.
It doesn't really matter how the two of you met as you're most likely going to regret it either way.
Admittedly, he's not all bad. He doesn't have a healthy view on love but he does know that the feelings he has towards you are some of the only positive feelings he's had towards another person in his life.
Dates with Judar are never boring. His position as one of few Magi in the world grants him access to a lot of things you'd never dream of and his connections to Al-Thamen fill in the rest.
Judar often finds himself seeking out your company. He grows bored easily due to the scope of his power and the fact that he's essentially surrounded by a bunch of yes men all day, he likes the variety you provide because you don't fawn over him all the time.
One challenging aspect of your relationship is that you are likely the only person in his life that pushes him to be a better person. If you ask him to be kinder, he'd genuinely consider it. It can be difficult though because he's surrounded by people who want and expect the worst out of him.
Another challenging aspect is the fact that Judar has insane issues with jealousy, to the point that he may accuse you of cheating if you so much as smile at another person.
His jealousy is probably the biggest point of contention for the both of you. It gets to a point that it becomes stifling and you might separate from him if he doesn't work to fix it.
Of course, anytime he fights with you (though he's started most if not all of them) he becomes a pissy little brat, lashing out on anyone that isn't you. The silent treatment is unnaturally effective with him, reducing the great Magi to nothing more than a man pleading with you anytime you glance in his general direction.
The makeup sex goes crazy though.
*NSFW Headcanons*
As mentioned above, makeup sex between the two of you is insane. He brings out the worst in you, egging you on so that he's covered in a litany of scratches, bites, and welts by the time the two of you finish.
(Did somebody say masochism?)
Judar's brattiness also carries into the bedroom. He likes to piss you off so that you fuck him so stupid he can't even think. He'd also never admit it but he likes when you degrade him, it makes his overinflated ego sing.
With that said, because of the vulnerability (and general shyness he has towards expressing certain types of intimacy/ his inexperience with relationships) he takes on when the two of you have sex, Judar's surprisingly pretty private about when and where the two of you have sex.
Sure, he may talk a big game, and he has no problem groping you in public but, when it comes down to it, Judar's clearing the area and making sure that he's set up a secure barrier before he even removes a bracelet.
He doesn't use toys in the bedroom. He has a strong dislike towards them and the only time he'll even slightly tolerate them is if you're using them on him. He refuses to allow you to seek pleasure from anything that isn't him, and yes he will get jealous of an inanimate object, don't test him.
MAGI:THE LABYRINTH OF MAGIC X LOVE AND DEEPSPACE CROSSOVER IMAGINE IDEA!
The lads men meet their genderbent counterparts who are in a similar situation to Alibaba’s mom only none of them get sick and die.
(Edited: reworked the kids ages.)
(Edited again cuz they made I pic for Xavier and Rafayel too!)
Ok I just saw this great fan art right after watching the episode of Magi:The labyrinth of magic where it explains Alibaba’s past and about how his mother caught the eye of the king and they had an affair,she leaves and becomes a prostitute,gets sick and dies,all that. And that gave me a request idea.
If you wanna write this for me please hit me up. 🙏
I can’t write I just come up with the outline, the blueprint if you will.
This is the fan art the artists twitter is linked click on the picture to go to the page.
•So what if Sylus,Zayne,Rafayel,and Xavier meet their genderbent counterparts in the world of Magi that are in a similar situation in the way that they are prostatutes in the slums in order to survive like Alibabas mom only none of them get sick and die like Alibabas mom did.
You know the three princesses of the brothel in apothecary dairies? Well think of them in that way in the sense that they are the most beautiful and desired, well known prostitutes but not in a brothel and are instead in the slums of balbad. Even if they can’t dress luxuriously they are still the most beautiful. And instead of three there’s five,Sylys,Zayne,Rafayel,Xavier,and Mc.
Most of them will be disowned by their families for getting pregnant out of wedlock since that was VERY frowned upon way back then.
•They know MCs counterpart but she’s not genderbent and is instead a sister figure to them and an aunt to their children.
She is also a prostitute,they found her in the slums wandering around with amnesia when she was (they guessed) 17 years old and soon found out she was pregnant,
they tried to talk her out of becoming a prostitute but knew it was likely her only shot at surviving given the state Balbad had been in since the former king died and his short pudgy son took the throne,
eventually they gave in and showed her the ropes and how to work this job without getting hurt by customers or getting sick from them, how to spot the good,healthy,and rich customers, and how to send away the ones that are trouble or could get her or her kid sick,they helped her when she first arrived.
Mc has one 4 year old and one on the way.
•They all live together or very close by each other. Sylus’s counterpart knows Luke and Kieran,they are genderbent and they were her handmaids.
•Sylus’s counterpart has a 9 year old daughter who looks like her dead lover,a 2 year old daughter who looks like her, and has one more on the way.
She was a high class noble lady and fell in love with a soldier and got pregnant but he died before they could get married so her family disowned her and his family blamed her for his death and chased her away.
She took what little money her family gave her and left for the slums and became a prostitute since no one wanted to hire a ruined woman for any other job.
Her loyal handmaids who are Luke and Kieran’s female counterparts went with her,whether or not they became prostitutes too is up to you but they are her assistants and big sister figures to her daughters.
Her daughter can’t learn as fast as the other kids and has trouble learning and understanding certain things like for example math,or learning and memorising the rules to a new game, due to developmental delays caused by her mother not being able to get enough nutrition while she was pregnant with her since she lives in the slums as well as being born too soon.
She makes enough money so she and her children don’t starve now since she’s more well known by the noble class and not just the men in the slums.
•Zayne counterpart has twins,a girl and a boy. They are none identical but they both look like their mother.
She was a middle class lady, daughter of two doctors,Her husband was a kind medicine peddler, he died after being attacked by bandits not long after her twins were born since he couldn’t get the required medical treatment in time.
Her twins are 6 years old and were born in a land where there was plenty of food to eat so they came out normal and not early.
Their mother came to Balbad with them after she heard their were many sick people there that needed help and didn’t have anyone to leave them with,
She thought she’d be able to make enough to get by without having to charge the poor people by treating rich nobles,
but she didn’t know just how bad Balbads money troubles were so she ended up poor too and moved to the slums since she could no longer afford their living arrangements in the middle class.
She makes a little money as a doctor in various classes of the hierarchy but most of her money comes from prostitution since men of all walks come for her services.
•Rafayels counterpart has one 5 year old girl and a newborn son.
She fell in love with a rich man and he got her pregnant, he said he’d come back for her but he never did and she found him courting another woman,he abandoned her.
She was in the middle class, the daughter of an art dealing merchant, but she didn’t have the funds to support herself and a child, and her family cut her off and disowned her for getting pregnant out of wedlock,
so she sold her house and went to the slums so she’d have a decent amount of money for a while but eventually she had to find a way to make ends meet and since jobs aren’t offered to people in the slums very often she turned to prostitution since that’s the only profesión from the slums the nobles and middle class will pay decently not well but decent. She’s pretty well known by the nobles.
•Xavier’s counterpart has one 3 year old son.
She was a middle class noble lady who fell in love with a soldier and as soon as he found out she was pregnant he kicked her to the curb and when her family found out she was pregnant out of wedlock they disowned her so she moved to the slums with enough money she saved to get by for a while and be able to get enough to eat from the middle class so she would have a healthy full term baby.
But after her son was born eventually that money ran out and she turn to prostitution since no one in the middle or upper class would give someone from the slums a job unless it’s a prostitute looking for clients. She’s pretty well known among the nobles.
Not sure if this is the original creator but here’s a screenshot of a great fan art.
Please note that with a few of these series I have either not caught up on them or haven't read/watched/played them in a long time so might have a shaky grasp on the characters ! I will also add more as time goes on but for now here we are.
Hello! I saw your requests are open, and I was wondering if I could request a Jafar headcannon with a s/o who likes to randomly bite him. (Sorry for my English, I'm using the translator)
Note: I hope you like these :).
☕~ The first time it happens, he would just sit there staring at them in absolute shock. That only changes when his s/o says something to explain why they did it.
☕~ He wouldn't mind it that much. If they were to bite on his exposed skin like his neck, he would prefer if they didn't leave a mark.
☕~ Every time they leave a mark, Ja'far is definitely getting teased a lot that day 100%.
☕~ If they were to do it in public, he would get flustered and embarrassed, and quickly tell them to stop it.
☕~ In private, again, he wouldn't mind it. As long he isn't busy with work, he would probably find it distracting. Like if he and his s/o were cuddling or something like that.
☕~ The one time Sharrkan and SInbad saw, they busted out laughing and gave the s/o the nickname 'Bitter' from then on.
PAIRING: Judar/Reader | Judal/Reader
WORD COUNT: 2.1k
TYPE: Angst, A bit of fluff, Hurt/Very Questionable Comfort
WARNING(S): Anorexia/Restrictive eating disorder depicted
After shaking violently, your leg gives out under you just when you make it down the stairs. You feel yourself stumbling into someone, shoulder brushing with theirs, though when you turn, you see it's Judar. He's floating around you with a bored expression on his face.
"Sorry, High Priest. I'll be more careful next time," you say, hoping that's enough to appease him. You're not in the mood for his games.
Judar picks his ear with his pinky before flicking away whatever dirt he dug out of there, which is something he does often, and you find it hard not to scold him for his bad manners. Or maybe it's not that you care about bad manners so much so as you find the gesture revolting.
You take his silence as a sign you should go on your way, though the moment you step away from him, Judar deems it fit to be conversational. "Hey, you look like shit."
Your eyes droop and you're about to doze off, so you take a while to process what he said. When you do, you scowl at him. "Thanks. Is that all?"
"Where are you going? The Second Acne-prone Prince said something about expecting you for dinner."
"Don't call 'Mei that," you say, slapping him on the back of his neck. He seems unamused by your overreaction, but you had expected him to berate you or at least laugh at you for being pitiful. "I'm not feeling well, so I'm going back to my quarters."
Judar responds with a non-committal grunt and you figure that should be the end of this exchange. Even if things are never this easy with him.
The distance to your room used to be almost negligible, but now it's like you've been walking forever. You yawn again and regret not bringing a robe or anything warmer when you went out to tend to the garden as you feel shivers run down your spine.
With a trembling hand, you twist the doorknob open and enter. You're about to close after yourself and take a nap, but something wedges itself in between.
Confused, you stumble further into the room while Judar forces his way in. His movements are so nonchalant, you almost forgot you didn't invite him to join you.
You cover your mouth to stifle another yawn and sit at the edge of your bed as your legs are too unreliable to keep carrying your weight. "Weren't you going to dinner?"
"Maybe," he says with a shrug. "Why aren't you going?"
"I just told you I don't feel good, so I wanna sleep."
"Are you dumb?"
You were about to lie down, but your body tenses while you examine him with a frown. He doesn't show he's saying this in jest, so you're more inclined to take it personally. "What?" you ask with an edge to your tone.
"Are you dumb?" Judar reprises. "You obviously don't feel good because you haven't been eating well. You're a moron if you think you’re gonna fix that by skipping dinner."
You freeze. He... noticed? He's so heedless he can barely pay attention to someone talking to him for five minutes without zoning out, but he caught onto this? On impulse, you point at the door. "High Priest, you need to leave."
"Huh?"
"I want to sleep." As if this is a statement which needs to be supported by evidence, you grab the nearest robe, slip it on, and curl into yourself under a blanket. After you close your eyes, noting that he's still here, you say, "You're interrupting me, so could you please leave?"
"What? No!" Judar denies almost childishly, places his hands on his hips and stomps his foot to show you just how much he will not leave. At first he thought you were being a dumbass — which is a trait he expects from everyone around him — but now some gears turn in his head. "Are you doing it on purpose?"
You fake a snore and roll over.
Judar hovers over you and you can feel his looming shadow, though you opt to feign ignorance to his very existence. When he pulls you by the ear, you let out a hiss of pain and surprise. You try to shake him off, but when you fail, he lets you go of his own accord.
"What's with you?!"
"You're not the actor you think you are, I hope you know that," he tells you with narrowed eyes.
"Why would I do that on purpose? I just feel sick, that's all!"
"Let's go to dinner then," Judar insists, wrapping his hands around your forearm and pulling you up.
You struggle against him, but it's a feeble attempt — Judar drags you along with him without exerting much effort. Then you blurt out the first excuse which comes to mind. Your arm still burns where he clutched you with too strong of a grip.
"No! I'm... cold. I'll get sick if I go." You barely spat out the poorly thought-out words before you burst into tears. Your shoulders shake and you make this ugly expression, biting on your lips, though you fail in suppressing your wailing.
Judar considers you with disdain as if your personal affairs are a slight against him. After a while of perhaps pointless chin-scratching, he says, "Fine, be this way."
He pushes you back onto your bed and again you get the impression he has herculean strength, though maybe you're too frail to stand up to him right now. Through the lapses in memory and the haze of your mind, you'd forgotten Judar is rather weak.
"D'you want attention? You think I'm gonna beg you or something?" he asks, circling around. You wish he'd just go away. "Or that I'm gonna feed you? Ha, what a joke."
"I don't care what you will or won't do. If you don't want to pay me any mind, you can leave. I don't know what you're talking about, anyway."
Silence stretches, but what breaks it is the creak of your bed as another body settles on top. "Come on! Let's just go. Stop being so annoying."
"I thought you weren't going to beg?!"
"I'm not begging. It's an order. Know your place, asshat."
At your lack of compliance, Judar feels an urge to take action. You're puzzled when you feel the sheets shift under you, as if he's coming closer, but before you can even register it, he has resorted to clinging to your back like a fucked up creature.
"W-What's this for?" you stutter out quietly, like if you make anymore noise, you're going to alert the entire palace of what's transpiring. Your cheeks turn feverish from embarrassment.
"You said you're cold," Judar drawls out, taking a tone which suggests he finds you stupid and ridiculous.
"You're the oracle. What would everyone think if they saw you with me like this?"
"No one's going to see us because they're all eating dinner while I have to stay here with you." Even though you can't see it, he goes out of his way to roll his eyes.
"I never told you to-"
"Who cares what anybody thinks? Rules don't apply to me." And with that, he makes the uncomfortable choice of pressing his palm directly against your stomach. To your surprise, his skin is warm while you're no better than a corpse. You'd imagined him to be chilly like you.
You hold in your breath and tense your stomach taut in some foolish attempt at tricking him into thinking you might have a void there instead of a working organ. Sometimes it's a matter of control: of starving yourself, staying still and not saying a thing like a martyr.
There's a moment where you feel his lips turn into a frown against the nape of your neck, and then he pokes and stretches the flesh. "You think Sir Acne-a-lot's gonna like you more if you do this?"
"I don't care if 'Mei thinks I'm hot, Judar! What's your damage?" you yell through some more gross sobbing and a bit of snot. "It's not always about you royal megalomaniacs!"
"You're not being very grateful to me for comforting you, you know?"
"Maybe I'm ungrateful because you're not doing a good job."
"You're an idiot," he says for what feels like the hundredth time. He then groans as if your disordered eating is somehow inconveniencing him, but no snarky remark follows up the noise.
"And you're not making me feel better by belittling me."
"Whatever. I don't care how you feel," Judar dismisses before he tightens his arms around you.
"Oh really? Because for someone who 'doesn't care' how I 'feel,' you're wasting a lot of time talking to me right now."
"Don't get cocky, you malnourished idiot! You're just lucky I'm a nice person."
At this, you snort.
Judar doesn't address your apparent amusement with the concept of him being kind. Your eyelids grow heavy and you're about to fall asleep again in the newly welcomed silence, growing snug and fuzzy, but as usual, he deems it fit to ruin everything.
"Did you notice your hair's falling off?" he asks, and while his tone is flat, you sense a restrained hint of dejection in his words.
"Yes."
"Fine, I'll let you do whatever you want today," he declares. You wonder when he's going to let go, grow bored with dealing with you, and leave. Then he offers you a diabolical laugh, as if he's concocting an evil plan. "But tomorrow I'll make sure you're stuffed like a pig at a feast."
"Sure you will."
"Come on, you know I'm just gonna harass you until you do what I want anyway."
"But it's not fair," you cry out suddenly. Your eyes had just dried from your previous freakout, but now you're back to bawling into your pillow and you tremble in Judar's hold. When you come to your senses and remember this entire ordeal, you're sure you’re going to be embarrassed. "You get to eat like shit and laze around and your body still looks perfect. I've always been... Ugh, whatever! Why am I even talking to you about this?"
"So you think my abs look perfect?"
You don't reply to reprimand him for his unnecessary innuendo, which reminds him he should be, perhaps, taking this more seriously. Though it also irks him you're disregarding his attempts at being a good person. It's such a struggle for him to do that, don't you realize it?
"Me and my perfect abs are gonna whip you back in shape, [Y/n]," threatens Judar in a sing-song voice.
"But if you saw me eat that'd be so embarrassing," you say stupidly. At the mere thought of this, you tear up once more, sniffling.
Judar retracts his arms and you realize your trial of him being in a maybe more charitable mood than usual — even if not expressed in the best of ways — has run out. Another shiver overcomes your body at the loss of his body heat, though you notice he makes no move to stand up.
Instead, he leans over, bangs falling and tickling your nose, as he stares at you with the most serious expression he can muster. And then he pulls at one of your cheeks. "Is this another stupid chastity thing you care about for no reason, or are you pulling a prank? 'Cause that can't be a real thing you said. And like, actually believe."
Your eyes are so bloodshot. Judar wonders if you cry yourself to sleep like this, just like you're crying right now for no discernible reason.
"Everyone eats, idiot."
You inhale some of your boogers back in your throat, which sets you into a choking fit. Then, as if nothing happened, you continue, "You just can't understand. Why do you have to mock me? I'm- I'm withering away, Judar, and you're joking around."
He grins and lies back down next to you, propping his head with his hand. "Like I said, there's nothing to worry about. 'Cause from now on, I'll never leave you alone!"
"Lucky me," you say with a roll of your eyes. "Can you hug me again? I really am cold."
"I'm not your teddy bear, dumbass. And it's your fault you're cold," he complains through gritted teeth before pulling you into his embrace for a second time.
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This is kind of a mess but I just wrote it to vent so lol whatever?
request: hiya! I was wondering if you’d be able to write for sinbad? perhaps where the reader is feeling a bit deflated when sinbad is accused of sleeping with the emperors daughter? :)
summary: i basically had the majority of this reply written last year on my other account ( @iimuchakk ), just never finished it, so I just did it quickly now cause I wanna post something magi cause i love magi. it’s more angsty(?) then what I was going for when I first wrote it, but yeh.
sinbad isnt to sure how to feel about this. on one hand, he understands your frustration. after all he’s a ladies man, being dubbed “lady killer of the seven seas” because of it, but on the other hand, with the help of yamuraiha’s magic, he was able to prove his innocence. so at first sinbad brushes the matter off, just patting you on the shoulder with a faint smile as the lament your worries to him, though he grows frustrated when your mood beings to sour the more he ignores it. still a bit uncertain, since he did not sleep with the pinkette empress, the king turns to saher for help. surely another wife will be able to clear up the situation for him.
now, sinbad was expecting the situation to be cleared up, but he wasn’t planning on sitting through a four hour lecture on the matter. sindria’s king felt like a child as he sat, pale faced on a stool, listening to saher’s analysis on the situation.
“you mean to tell me that all your closest friends believed you had slept with the princess—! how embarrassing that must have been for your poor betrothed!” she fained, placing one hand on her forehead as she imagined the suffering for herself. suddenly, her eyes landed on the shrunken purple haired man and narrowed. “true or not sinbad, you flirt with every woman in sight. imagine how much they must love you, standing strong whilst everyone blamed you for sleeping with someone other then them, and then having you heed no attention to them afterwards. all eyes must have been on her, judging her, making her feel like she couldn’t please you—“
“alright, alright...” sighed sinbad, scratching the back of his neck as the guilt he’d been prolonging finally began to settle in. “i think i understand now. thank you saher.”
with a new perspective, sinbad spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to show to his wife, and others, that he was a loyal man now, through and through. admittedly he was still unsure about what angle to approach this from considering he was still pretty prideful, but he knew he had to suck it up and just do what he knew was right.
when he entered your shared room, sinbad rose an eyebrow at your form seated at your make up table, angrily raking your hands through your hair and tugging the locks from your frustrations. in the reflection of the mirror, you saw him, made eye contact, huffed, and then continued your nightly routine.
“alway’s a delight to see you too.” joked sinbad, from both amusement and annoyance, not really a fan of such a rude exchange though it’s not like you were going to smother him in kisses right now. you didn’t reply to him, instead you just roll your eyes so far back sinbad for a split second is worried you’ll do blind, and sighs in relief when they fall back into place. the silence remains strong, as does your resolve to keep your distance from sinbad and his womanizing ways as he stands in your shared room, it seems.
what could he do? sure, he had all the money in the world, but a new dress or gold chain wasn’t going to fix the clearly wavering faith you had in him. the thought, at first, made him bristle, though upon inspection he came to the conclusion you were right to have that perception of him. it’s not like he dosent flirt back with his harmen, chuckle when they rub his muscles and coo words of sweet nothingness into his ears. hell, the fact he even still had a harmen was terrible in and of itself.
how long would you put up with this? he wondered, as he noticed the tears now welling up in your eyes as he watched you through the reflection in the mirror. would he even put up with it, if you were doing the same?
as dribbled of black from your make up dribbled down your cheeks, a sudden wave of emotion crashing over you as your husband just stood there, stiff and struggling for words, sinbad couldn’t help but sigh, running his chunky fingers through his hair as he turned his attention to the view from the balcony, the sun seemingly beginning to set on this hell of a day.
