Hello! I'm so excited to see your ask box is open! You're an amazing writer! Can I request headcannons for Kouen, Sinbad, and Judar/Judal where they're working and their s.o. is constantly glancing up from her notebook at them and they find out she's drawing a picture of him? Thank you!!!
Aww thank you 💖 This is such a cute idea, I hope you’ll enjoy this!
Kouen
Kouen liked having you in his study as he was working. You were a silent companion, often reading a book or scribbling something in your notebook, it almost felt as if the two of you were working in the same office, even though he knew you most likely weren't working. It didn't matter though, even though the time was not spent on the same activity, Kouen was happy to be sitting in the same room as you.
Every now and then he'd look over to you to check if you were still there, if you needed anything, if you had fallen asleep,… Today though, he was surprised to see you glancing back at him. A lot. The first few times he just smiled at you and continued working, but soon he realised that you were practically looking at him more than the notebook you had been scribbling in.
“Do you need anything, Y/N?”
You probably want him to pay more attention to you, he thinks. Women often don't like just existing in the same space as their husbands, and he understands that you might feel a little lonely or even neglected. He has been busy with work, after all.
Imagine his surprise when you tell him the only thing you need is for him to not move around too much, because you are drawing him. He feels very honoured to be the subject of your art, regardless of your skill on the subject. He gladly obliges and moves around as little as he can while still continuing his work. He will be smiling a little more though. It doesn't even matter to him if he has to work overtime for you to have more time to finish it.
He insists on seeing the piece when it's done, and if it looks good enough to his taste, he'll insist on putting it up somewhere.
Sinbad
Sinbad can practically feel your eyes staring at him and it's terribly distracting. He didn't want to work, he wanted to go out with you, but Ja'far had insisted on him doing his work first. If it hadn't been for you saying you'd stay with him in his office and dragging him there with Ja'far, he would most likely have run away already.
Paperwork was just so boring. You must've thought the same, because of the way you kept staring at him, right? Why did you have to work with Ja'far there, couldn't you just have run away with him?
He keeps sighing as he reluctantly goes through the work Ja'far had piled up on his desk, often glancing over at you, and grinning every time your eyes meet. He's glad to be the centre of your attention, even when he's working.
“Already regretting making me work?” he asks with a grin.
You tell him no and tell him to sit still and focus on his work, causing Sinbad to look and act like a sad puppy. He caught you staring so many times, why were you being so cold to him now?
Finally he's done with the pile he was supposed to be doing today. There's still backlog from the other times he has shirked his duties, but those are for the next time Ja'far catches Sinbad.
When he looks over to what you've been scribbling in your notebook all day, he's surprised to find a drawing of him, looking positively miserable.
“Y/N! Couldn't you have drawn me in a better pose?”
He absolutely loves that you wanted to draw him though, and gladly suggests modelling for you so you can get a drawing that ‘shows a better side of him, something more heroic'. Sinbad will always be a showman.
Judal
Judal is sitting on the carpet, looking positively bored, waiting to arrive on his next destination. Of course they had to send him away again, and on the most boring tasks of all: an actual task as a priest of the Kou empire. Couldn't they have given him something exciting to do, like messing with Sinbad or starting a war? Maybe dragging someone else into a dungeon?
He's so caught up in his own boredom and frustration that he doesn't even notice you looking over. He barely moves as well, making him the perfect subject to draw. The wind playing with his hair only makes it look even better.
Eventually, Judal snaps out of his thoughts and looks over at you, to see what you've been doing. He snatches the notebook out of your hand, not caring that you were still scribbling on it.
He's surprised to see the drawing of him, now plus one ugly line from him snatching the notebook away from you while you were adding details to his hair.
“Whoa, not bad.”
He's actually a little amazed by it, though he pretends not to be. He tosses the notebook back to you so you can finish the piece, saying that he'll ‘sit still for you just this once, because he's bored anyway'. You can see his expression is a little happier though.
He lets you finish the piece, sitting as still as he can even though he hates it. He tells you to not expect him to be sitting still for you another time, so you'd better get it right from the first time. The both of you know he has a soft spot for you though, and that you need only ask him and bat your eyelashes a few times for him to do whatever you ask anyway.
Another angsty imagine where Sinbad legitimately cheats on his wife? I love ur work!!!!!
WHEW not a lot of people like to touch on this i think but personally i believe it’d 100% happen.
Learning to trust Sinbad was hard. You knew his nature, how they called him the “Lady Killer of the Seven Seas,” and how he never shied from using sex appeal to get what he wanted. Trusting him took time and effort and sometimes it was a bumpy road, but you thought you were better for it. Your relationship was stronger, meant to last and something you could rely on at the end of a long day.
A poor decision on your part, really.
Your mother told you from the time you were young; a leopard doesn’t change its spots. Well, now you faced the consequences of ignoring her warning. In hindsight, you should’ve known it was a bad idea- how could you have asked him to change for you? Expected him to be a different person to fit into a cookie cutter mold of your ideal life? It was selfish, unfair to him and you really, really should’ve seen this coming. God, why didn’t you see this coming?
You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, desperately trying to keep the tears in. You thought you did well, earlier, when the truth came to light. Held your breath, counted down from ten, kept your voice steady. You went down the list of things to calm yourself down that you’ve learned over the course of being a queen, but it still wasn’t enough to held you now. Your chest ached and you felt nauseous. This wasn’t a betrayal you expected, not after years of marriage, but it was one that cut viscerally all the more because of it.
Sinbad was... almost causal about it, too. Flustered, at the woman barging into his palace entry and angrily demanding to know how he dared think to leave her after just one night, but he didn’t even look at you. He tried to laugh it off afterwards. It only raised more questions. How many other times had he gone behind your back?
You felt a hand descend on your back, rubbing down the length of it and back up as your body quietly wracked with suppressed the sobs. You jerked away. You hated how Sinbad’s touch was familiar now, how you could tell it was him and not anyone else without even looking. You wondered how many other women knew too.
You scooted away from him on the bed and hoped the moonlight was bright enough in the darkness of your shared bedroom that he could see the unshed tears, your face twisted into heartbroken anger. Sinbad was insensitive, but not stupid. He would know what it was about. He at least had the decency to show remorse.
“I’m sorry,” he began, “I just drank too much, I didn’t think it was important enough to tell you-” He reached out to you but you smacked his hands away and stood, retreating across the room and leaving him seated on the bed alone. You felt even more sick at the thought of him touching you.
“Not important enough to tell me? How many other women were ‘not important enough to tell me’?”
“No! No. It was only her. Just one.”
“But how can I have faith in that? How can I believe there was only one when you just admitted to me you weren’t going to tell me about her in the first place? Are you going to ask me to trust you? Because it’s a little late for that.”
Sinbad stayed silent. You could see the shadows in his brow from where his eyebrows were furrowed. Just a few hours ago if you had seen that you would’ve waltzed into his arms, smoothed the creases with your fingers and leaned into him. Now, you just grabbed at your hair from the frustration of it all and paced.
“Just what- what did you think was going to happen? That you were going to go out, drink yourself under the table and then fuck some other woman, and that after that just come home and sleep with me like it never happened? Eat dinner with me, sleep in the same bed as me, listen to me tell you I loved you? And you wouldn’t bat an eye, you would just take all of that while going behind my back-”
“It was one woman after years! Are you going to throw everything away after just one mistake?” The indignancy in his his voice was just annoying. It was grating. He had the audacity to be angry? At you? You stormed back over to him, leaning down so your face was level with his and did your best to put every ounce of venom and vitriol in your body into your words.
“It should never have happened at all.”
You stormed to the door and ordered a servant to pack your things on the way out, slamming the heavy wood behind you and ignoring the sound of it opening and closing again as Sinbad followed after you.
“Wait! Wait,” He caught up and grabbed you by the arm, turning you to face him, “where are you going? We can fix this.”
“Don’t touch me!” you yelled, pulling yourself out of his grasp and wrapping your arms around yourself, clutching at the spots on your arms where his hands just held you and digging your nails in, “I’m leaving. Don’t follow me, there’s no saving this. I don’t want to.”
You stare at each other for a moment- your eyes watery, bloodshot from tears and hard and his beseeching as he searches yours. Finally you step back, drop your arms and turn to walk away, this time without Sinbad following you.
Sinbad cutesy hcs of Eris with an s/o that is always bubbly and happy, always being goofy and cracking jokes, and maybe how they spend time together?
-Chaos exists in the darkening horizon of the storm-set sky; in the teeth of monsters in seas deep and old. There is cruel irony in its touch - prayers for rain are met with typhoons, with the universe watching in disdainful glee. Evil and chaos rarely are pulled apart in definition.
-But chaos exists in other forms. The tumbling path of a bee - unpredictable, unexpected. Mud-drawn paws skittering across a freshly cleaned floor, desperate to escape clean waters. Chaos is there too. Is it thus so difficult to believe that Chaos’ lover would be a joyful person?
-Eris is drawn to immense chaos, true, but there is something to be said for a good sense of humor. Scheming is incredibly difficult when every part of you is trying so hard not to laugh and snort at s/o’s latest joke. She enjoys s/o’s humor, their charm, their ability to always smile and it is a smile she plans on protecting.
-S/o’s bubbliness is a balance with Eris’ intensity that she appreciates. Too often does the supposedly aloof goddess find herself obsessed with a mortal matter far beneath someone of her powers and might; tickling touches and jokes at the expense of those who cross her are efficient in snapping Eris out of a soured mood. Anything at the expense of an enemy is but the humor angle makes it better.
-Eris herself is not without humor. If anything the two are enablers for the other. She will draw their laughter out through a variety of methods. Most are adjacent with bringing pain to another or causing some sort of misfortune, yet it works rather well. No apologies are given to the sailors scared out of their wits by what appears to be an aquatic chicken.
-Time spent together is often a competition to see who can cause the most chaos for the biggest laugh. Long-term chaos in machinations of the courts, short-term with disasters and monsters; it's all fair game.
Thalassophile (Young!Sinbad x reader) Sinbad No Bouken
Summary: Moving to Tison village was never a noel girls dream, neither was meeting a young boy with both a passion for adventure and at drawing people in. You thought the beginning of your life had ended long ago, but truth be told it starts here, and it starts now.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, abuse and poor health
“So come all you pretty maids, whoever that you be, who love a jolly sailor bold, that ploughs the raging sea.”
Chapter: Four
Volume 1 Chapter 4 : Precious lessons
After a rather eventful morning, you returned home with the guidance of Strous who eventually left you to your own devices after he realized you weren’t in the mood for his interrogation's; He would most likely carry them out later instead, or leave it for good if he didn’t think your mother would find out.
You took a bath, making sure you were clean from head to toe before you walking towards your lavish garden. It was humongous, especially since it was situated a good distance away from Tison village surrounded by woodland. Trees encased your home like knight’s guarding it’s queen, and every so often a squirrel would scutter across the ground before disappearing into emerald shrubbery.
Rather ungracefully you plonked down onto the grass, sighing in bliss as the small strands tickles your bare feet. You would have giggled if you did not feel so forlorn. Why did betrayal always feel like a blade in the back? Why couldn’t it just feel like a small prick to the finger from a needle? At least that way it would be easier to forget about. But no. From mothers, to citizen’s, to newly met purple haired sailors. There was always a twist around the corner, a twirl beyond the ravine. No matter the lengths traveled, you always seem to end up right back to where you started.
Alone. Surrounded by no one.
Trying not to focus on the impending doom seeping into your skin you pulled out your sketch book, eyes glaring at the white pages tainted in metallic grey and spiteful strokes.
“Nothing is eternal about war Miss Bedivere.” The way Sinbad spat out your title reminded you of the sound of nails scraping down a chalk board, or the pain of a mother’s slap to the cheek. But worst of all, it reminded you of the dwindling hope that you might have made a friend. Someone to laugh with, someone to cry with, someone to trust. And that’s when it clicked.
A sad smile forced its way into your otherwise neutral face, tears of agony filling your eyes. How embarrassing.
“What a poor little noble girl I am.” A quiet, pitiful wail slipped through your lips as you mocked yourself. “The little rich girl has no friends. What a shame...” Strous was never your friend, not truly. He cared for you deeply yes, and if one watched from the surface you could be considered to have trust in one another. But it was to an extent. His career came first. His pride, honor, future. You respected that. Life was hard. You’d never met anyone who could ride through it like a fish in the ocean. Except him. Except Sinbad. It seemed like he had everything figured out and the way he carried himself was so interesting. In your old village everyone was the same as you. Getting along for the sake of getting along. But Sinbad the sailor. It really seemed like he wanted to get through to you...Angrily you pulled out a pencil from your pocket, harshly connecting the thin sheet of paper with the sharp edge.
You sketched the first thing that came to mind and that seemed to be Sinbad’s face. His every curve, imperfection. Making sure every shade was in league with the way the sun sparkled on his stupidly beautiful face. It felt like second nature to be seeing him. Did he have this effect on everyone? Why did you want to follow him so badly? He seemed like he was going to do something great with his life; Though that didn’t stop you from feeling foolish, as if you were stalking him like a secret Parthevia spy.
You don’t know how long you sat there for. Point of your pencil sweeping viciously against the page as you let out a flurry of mixed emotions rip through your body. You were a storm. Feeling ready to strike. But eventually, calm does reach the storm. It wasn’t until you finished that the sounds of object’s clacking on wooden floor rang through your ears. Strous must have been rearranging the furniture. It brought you back to reality, and suddenly your weeping eyes met Sinbad grey orbs. This moment gave you time to ponder on earlier event’s. It gave you time to build a new wall around yourself.
At the end of the day, Sinbad was just a person. A person who threatened your family name. Surely friendship didn’t matter, not above family. By now all you wanted was to keep your pride. It’s all you had left despite how little left there was.
Not bothering to tell Strous you were leaving, you began striding through Tison village with one thing in your mind and one thing only; Find out about this revolt Sinbad was so keen on keeping within the village. The sooner you found the evidence against Sinbad the sooner the government would catch him in its net and let it wriggle around and die like a fish; fitting end for a sailor it seemed.
Thump
Turning on your heels, hair landing softly on your back, a short gasp escaped from your mouth. “Are you alright?” Your feet were moving before you fully assessed the situation. By the time you made it towards the commotion you were kneeling down by a women with black braided hair, picking up the jug of water she had dropped before falling.
“Oh yes.” Her eyes were kind, even when she recognized who you were she never faltered. She smiled, though it was a tired smile. “Thank you, but I really am fine.” The older women was shaking, her face deadly pale. “But. If you wouldn’t mind. I could really use some help.”
“O-of course.” Who were you to deny a sickly soul some help? The mission could wait until a bit later. It’s not like it would take long to carry this jug back to her house. After she was stood to her feet, you extended a hand and she did the same. While yours were soft and plump, a sign of a well fed girl who has been through little labor in her life, her’s were bony and calloused. Luck was on your side when pulling out the lottery of life it seemed. “My title is Lady Bedivere, but you can call me (name) if you like...” It was hard not to feel sympathy for this woman who shook hands with you politely.
“My name is Esra. It’s lovely to meet you (name).” It felt so foreign to hear your name on somebody else’s tongue. It was nice.
As expected, it didn't take long at all to get back to Esra’s house but the time was very much treasured by you. She was the sweetest woman you had ever met in your entire life. Everything that left her mouth was either a witty joke or a compliment in regards to yourself. There was moment’s you almost doubled over with laughter when carrying the water. However, the most notable moment you shared with Esra was when you asked her about her husband.
“Do you not have a husband to help you? Or is he away in the war?” You wouldn’t have brought it up if you didn't spot her wedding ring. A somber look soon over took Esra’s face before she softly shook her head.
“My husband’s name was Badr. He came back a war hero yet didn’t take a penny to his name. Then he left to go back to the war by force and this time died a war hero. Hero was the last thing he thought of himself as. Badr always prided himself on a husband and father before anything else. Watching him leave was the hardest thing I think I ever did. And I did it twice.” She laughed after that. Then changed the subject. Even though Esra insisted you stayed for dinner you politely declined. You had food at home, and she needed all the food she could get in such dire times.
“Goodbye Esra!” Both of you said your goodbyes to one another before you shut the door to her humble house. You were expecting to see citizens walking around and going about their day. Not to be greeted with the face of a boy only centimeters from your own. That boy being Sinbad out of everyone. “Sinbad!” You squeaked, sinking into the wooden entry way behind you. “What are you doing here? His face was truly a picture. He was completely dumbfounded for a few seconds before he took in a sharp intake of breath.
“This is my house.” Now it was your turn to look dumbfounded, and before you knew it your mission you set off on this morning was already completed in a way. Sinbad wanted to revolt against the war because his father died fighting it. “Nothing is eternal about was Miss Bedivere.” He lived those words, breathed them everyday of his life.
“Oh right.” Awkwardly you shuffled out the way of the door and started to walk away, but before you could leave entirely, you swallowed the last of what she wanted to keep. “And Sinbad...I’m sorry about your father.” With your pride now completely drained both you and Sinbad stood staring each other out. He could see the remorse and guilt in your eyes, and not long his own held the same expression.
“Thank you Miss Bedivere.”
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Title: All That Glitters
Fandom: Magi
Rating: M
Words: 4k
Summary: Anyone who’s taken a second to look past the glimmering, faux-perfect exterior knows Sinbad must be up to no good.
You were convinced that the King of Sindria has everyone under his spell… and now you are too.
Warnings: hypnosis, probably dubcon, forced masturbation, sinbad being sneaky and awful
The dregs of war had clearly not dimmed the Sindrian spirit, because the celebration of the war’s end was well under way.
Sindria was lively and beautiful, glittering and festive. Under the night sky, torches burned bright, lighting the paved roads. Women danced in their silky outfits, feathers and jewels against their skin, as men juggled torches to the delight of watching children. The people were kind and generous, handing out masks and other festival paraphernalia. Where usually, there’d be some danger lurking about, criminals seeking to rob unsuspecting festival goers, you found none. There was only generosity, happiness, fun.
A string of flowers, vibrant in their color, was suddenly shoved in your face. You blinked dumbly at the intrusion, before focusing your sights past their petals, to the innocent girl holding them out to you. Her toothy grin widened.
“Flowers, mister?”
You paused before smiling kindly down at her, taking them gingerly.
“Thank you,” you said, pulling the lei over your head.
She nodded, before skipping off gleefully.
You absentmindedly watched her bounce off, smelling the savory aroma of meat. Grills lined the path, smoke wafting up like signals for festival goers to follow.
There didn’t seem to be a single problem with Sindria that you could point out. It had a flourishing economy, low crime rate, swift justice system, and a seemingly benevolent king. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this country’s prosperity was all due to one man.
You sighed, a dim figure amidst the joy and festivities. Your thoughts were interrupted as someone small bumped into you. You managed not to stumble forward as you felt him gather his bearings, still leaning most of his weight on your back.
“Ah!” you heard. From the childish lilt, you surmised it was your blue-headed friend.
“Aladdin?”
You heard his soft, earnest feet pad around. He skipped into your view, blessing you with his countenance. You smiled at seeing his smile, always pleased at the pure joy and wonder he found in everything.
“We’ve been looking everywhere for you! Alibaba, Morg, and I are going to go talk to Uncle Sinbad!” Your eyebrows rose. The two aforementioned suddenly came into your sight, Alibaba sheepishly scratching his head and Morgiana with a polite smile. Aladdin clasped his hands together and gleamed up at you. “Would you like to come?”
You grinned sheepishly. “I’m fine.”
The thought of being in Sinbad’s presence unnerved you. You knew if given the chance, you’d fall for his charms, as had everyone else.
Aladdin deflated, puffing his cheeks. “You haven’t joined us in anything tonight! Just now you missed the reenactment of our journey into Zagan’s dungeon!” At the mention of that you cringed; if you were recalling correctly, it was due to Sinbad’s encouragement they left. They could’ve died… You looked them over. They were just kids, you thought, looking over their faces.
“It’s true. You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself tonight,” Morgiana supplied, gentle concern in her features. Alibaba looked at you questioningly as well. You scratched your head.
“I know, I know, but—“
“Come on,” Aladdin urged, pushing you along. “You need to at least meet the eight generals!” A perverted look appeared on his face. “Ah, Big Sis Yam is so pretty and soft~”
Aladdin cooed over his magic teacher as he guided you forward, Alibaba and Morgiana in tow.
You didn’t blame their excitement, blinded by the glamour of Sindria and its king. Neither of them had seen what you had. You remember much too vividly seeing Sinbad in his djinn equip—intense, crushing power surging off him in waves, as the wrath of what felt like God rained down from the sky at his command. While such power was becoming commonplace in the age of dungeon conquering, there was just an abnormality to his strength. Men that strong didn’t just build empires on islands, ruling peacefully and fairly. You thought of your own childhood.
They just didn’t.
You allowed yourself reluctantly to be pushed, a murky feeling in your heart as you went to see the esteemed King of Sindria.
-
Yeah… You didn’t like him.
You reached this conclusion at the sight of him being fawned about by women, their eyes batting coyly at your entrance. You grimaced, immediately reminded of the gluttonous, lustful king your own country suffered under. Seeing your entry with your young companions, the horde swarming him was gently shooed away. The jewels and gold they wore clang together like songs as they exited. You absentmindedly watched them go, as opposed to Alibaba and Aladdin’s ogling, before returning your attention to Sinbad.
You stilled, terror racing up your veins.
His eyes, pools of deep amber, were acutely focused on you. They were highly attentive, unblinking and observant. The ghost of a smirk on his lips sent shivers down your spine. No one else seemed to be under the same effect as you, your young friends chattering as usual. His presence grew only more oppressive as he didn’t turn from you at all. No one seemed to notice his staring.
You ripped your eyes away from his, feeling uncomfortable.
You were right. This man couldn’t just be… as perfect as everyone claimed.
While the trio were introducing you to the eight generals, you kept your eyes anywhere except Sinbad, only making eye contact when greeting the guardians humbly. They were all interesting, some energetic and others stoic. They all appeared… honest. Kind-hearted. At the very least, well-intentioned. None of them gave you the same chill as their leader.
After introductions were done, you retreated behind Alibaba and Aladdin, who lead the conversations thanks to their extroverted personalities. You lost track of the topic at hand, the chatter becoming peripheral to your mind until screams broke out.
“What did you say?!”
“Oh, I’m sorry—are you hard of hearing?”
Your eyes darted up to Yamraiha and Sharrkan. Everyone’s attentions were diverted from the matter at hand. Whatever—it was an opening. The more responsible guardians endeavored to calm the situation, while the others watched in amusement. You dared to look at Sinbad again, relieved to find him not looking back. He was leaning back in a lavish chair, his visage framed with the metal vessels he carried. He laughed in merriment, amused by the argument between his retainers. Frustration clawed at you.
He had to be hiding something. And you had to find out what.
You tore your eyes away from Sinbad, and they fell to your young friends. Their colorful heads bobbed, and their faces were pink from laughter and youth. You had to find out soon, before it put your friends in danger.
Managing to ease your way out of sight, you were soon ducking behind a corner to escape.
-
You weren’t the only master of stealth, unknown to you. Once you looked away, Sinbad’s eyes trailed your every movement. He watched as you withdrew from the situation, eyes lingering on the wall you had disappeared behind once you were out of sight. He stood naturally and quietly, only catching the attention of the most observant person present.
Jafar, standing to the side as always, looked up. He folded his arms, his sleeves linking together.
“My king?”
Sinbad glided past him, speaking without interrupting his stride.
“I’ll be away for a minute or so. Don’t let anyone follow.”
Jafar bowed his head slightly, sinking it lower into the cover of his sleeves.
-
You found yourself walking deeper into the confines of the palace grounds. The festive music was little more than a whisper in the air, growing ever fainter as your steps continued. The liveliness of Sindria was beginning to fade into the distance. That mirage of delight and liveliness was a world away.
The presence of light was becoming harder and harder to come by, only supplied by the occasional torch. But you didn’t mind; you, in fact, preferred the dark, and the cover it provided. You’d need the darkness in this mission.
Step.
The relaxing atmosphere dissipated and your senses were sent on high alert.
You froze. You hadn’t sensed anybody in the nearby vicinity.
This stranger only let you hear their approach because they wanted you to.
You whirled around, fingers itching at your right side. They cackled threateningly with hissing electricity, before fizzling out in your shock of who it was.
You were confronted by Sinbad, his face in drastic shadow. You blinked dumbly—it was all you could do. He didn’t move or say anything, allowing you to become uncomfortable in the silence.
You collected yourself, urging your body to stop its reluctant tremble. You made an attempt to veil the poison in your eyes, smiling politely. You bowed your head, breaking eye contact.
“King Sinbad,” you spoke.
You flinched at his hearty laugh, followed by the clink of jewelry as he folded his arms. “Where’s that fight I just saw a second ago?” You didn’t respond. “Don’t tell me it’s all gone. And please, call me Sinbad.”
You looked up, focusing on red jewel that sat in his hairpiece, winking dangerously at you.
“You aren’t enjoying yourself?” Your eyes snapped to his—a mistake. “What are you doing so far away from the entertainment?” He smiled amicably, but every word was a loaded question. He sounded so sure of himself, so sure of you. In fact, you’d be surprised if he didn’t already know your intentions. Your eyebrows furrowed. Did he?
You furrowed your eyebrows, mind grasping at what to say. What was it about him that kept you from lying? You had done so easily in the past.
“Are you… spying on me?” he continued, grin withstanding. You flinched, blanching and speechless as you found it impossible to lie to him. He let out a hearty laugh at your face, and you narrowed your eyes. You reassured yourself as he bent over in mirth. He didn’t have any idea. He was playing with you.
“You…” you muttered, folding your arms and looking away.
“Well, either way, Yamraiha’s security enchantments are down, so I suppose you have the run of the place…” you heard him say amicably. Your ears perked at that.
You didn’t reply, standing there awkwardly in the silence. You weren’t looking, but Sinbad was looking at you through half-lidded eyes. You were a problem, yes, but a good-looking one nonetheless.
Your nerves then went on high alert when you heard him take a step forward. They screamed at you when he took another. You took a step back. He took a step forward.
Step back, step forward.
Step back, step forward.
Step back, step forward, until he was almost right on top of you.
You gasped when your back hit a pillar.
Sinbad was not affected by your hysterics at all. He gave you a knowing smile, his face framed with locks of violet. He shifted, his jewels clanging against one another melodically. They resounded in your ears like chimes. Warm torchlight refracted off his jewelry like molten sunlight, dizzying to look at. You swallowed, unable to look away from his eyes. His eyes were dangerously gold.
“Forgive me if I’ve gotten the wrong impression,” he started, before advancing one more step. His voice grew lower, right above a whisper. “But I get the feeling you aren’t very fond of me.” You visibly shivered, embarrassing to admit. Torchlight made the ring on his finger glimmer. “Tell me.”
Your entire being trembled once he said that, his voice tinny and bouncing off the walls. You blinked. Was that your imagination?
You could feel the strength radiating off of him, washing over you in waves. You felt your legs grow weaker. Sinbad was silent, waiting for a response from you. His molten gaze was unwavering. Your jaw tightened; you couldn’t stand those eyes. They were sharp, possessing a gross omniscience. He could see right through you, you knew. Look away, look away! you begged him inwardly.
Only the crackling of fire was audible, almost drowned out by your heart’s pounding. You opened your mouth.
“I–” An eyebrow cocked tauntingly. “I… don’t,” you responded, finally. His smile deepened, his eyes becoming gold slits in his shadowed face.
“Oho~” His voice was playful. “If I’ve done anything wrong, please, let me formally apologize.”
“As if you’d mean it,” you breathed before being able to stop yourself. His eyebrows rose imperceptibly. Newfound courage flooded your body seeing his façade falter, if only for a bit. You stepped forward, almost chest to chest with him.
“From what I’ve seen… I-I don’t know if I can trust you.” What exactly were you doing? You were insulting a king, in his own country, in his own palace, after indulging in his food and entertainment. Sure you wanted to get to the bottom of this, but there were… smarter ways.
But you didn’t care. Something about Sinbad was decidedly off.
Humor entered his visage. “And here I thought my hospitality was more than generous.” You stiffened when you felt his fingers play with your lei. You shook him off, eyes darting to a bracelet you were sure was a metal vessel.
“For your own benefit, I’m sure,” you countered.
He gestured to his luxurious palace. “And what are these benefits I could get that I don’t already have?”
You narrowed your eyes; he must’ve known by now you weren’t a fool.
“Alibaba’s the displaced prince of Balbadd. When he comes of age to take back his kingdom, he will be a powerful ally. Aladdin’s a magi, a magician of creation. His power and influence could be limitless.” You were babbling at this point, unable to stop talking. “You could even make use of Morgiana if you wanted; she’ll become a formidable warrior.”
He didn’t say anything, still grinning. And? he seemed to be saying through his silence.
“And they all listen to me.” Your eyes narrowed as you and him stared at one another. “And I might tell them something you don’t like.”
Sinbad’s eyes were heavy on you, level and calm. He still had that damn smirk on his face, as if he was winning. He didn’t step back from you.
“Well?” He placed his hands on his hips, leveling a dare on you with his gaze. “And if I ‘wanted to make use of them,’ what would you do about it?”
At the thinly veiled threat, you summoned your magoi, letting it surge around you in a small sphere. It didn’t faze him at all, not that you expected it to. Sinbad was more powerful than you could imagine. Frankly, you didn’t know what you meant by this display of power.
“Then I’ll stop you.”
He appraised you for a moment, before learning forward. He was completely unaffected by your power, penetrating its barrier with a flagrant hand. Your eyebrows furrowed. It took all the power you had in your body not to dart away. Sinbad’s hand cupped your face, and you gasped. He bent down to your ear. You put your hands on his chest to push him away as your magoi dissipated, but you had no strength to.
He moved, his lips just brushing with the sensitive shell of your ear. He was beginning to whisper when you turned away, looking towards the moonlit fountains. You couldn’t move. Or didn’t want to? You scanned the vicinity, embarrassed. What would this look like to a passerby?
You struggled to even focus on his exact words, but you knew you were absorbing them somehow .
Whenever you–
–touch–
–ally with–
–heat–
–pleasure–
– think of me.
What he was saying was enough to make you blush, but what was this intense effect? There was a definite ring to his voice, hollow and hypnotic. You were panting, the shell of your ear where his breath tickled turning numb. You struggled to keep your eyes open, not to close them and fall against his chest. Your insides were swirling with fire. You grew panicked once you felt the beginnings of an erection.
But you went flaccid once he withdrew his lips from your ear, your eyes shooting wide open. You looked at his face–God, it was smug. He smiled down at you, eyes glittering, before turning away.
He began his departure, continuing and exiting around a corner. Once you knew he was gone, your knees failed you. You leaned on the wall and exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You sank to the floor, clutching your chest. Your heart racked against your ribs. All he said… since when had Sinbad felt that way for you? Or was he playing around again? You felt the need to scurry back to your room–
You frowned. No, you steeled. You felt the niggling that you should go back, but there was no time for that. You bounded back up, and made your way throughout the palace grounds. You avoided the eye of any guards walking about, hopping from roof to roof until Sinbad’s office was in sight. You scanned the area, no one appearing to look your way. Sinbad had so carelessly admitted that Yamraiha’s spells were down.
You flew up to an open window. How careless his hubris had made him…
You set foot in his office, the room dim and shrouded in shadow. It was still, books on shelves and papers on his desks your only companion. How unsettling it was to be here at night. It felt a whole lot smaller. You traipsed to Sinbad’s desk, bending over to open a drawer.
When you reached for it, It was as if it was happening in slow motion. You absently wondered why. Your fingers made contact with the knob, and a jolt flickered in your brain.
You blinked, hand curled around the knob. Then you moaned suddenly–you slapped a hand over your traitorous mouth. From your hand’s place on your face, you could feel the heat of your cheeks. You bristled. In fact, all of you was hot. Why… were you so hot? You stood up straight, releasing the drawer knob against your own volition. Perhaps Yam enchanted sudden fever on trespassers?
You had to get back to your room. You walked away from the desk, steps growing weaker. Towards the door you went. Something was at work here, a spell, an enchantment, something. You could pinpoint the moment your mind began to fuzz. You could hear your heavy breathing in the silence of the room. You tripped—over what, you weren’t sure—and landed on all fours. You let out a deep groan, feeling searing heat pool to your groin. You scooted until your back was against the wall adjacent to the doors. Seeing no shadows underneath the crack of the doors, you surmised you were truly alone. No guards even? Was Sinbad always this trusting? You folded your arms as you sat against the wall.
You wanted to be touched, you realized. Of all times... You gritted your teeth.
… You were alone…
“No one…” you panted aloud. You writhed, blushing. “It’s…” Fine, your mind whispered to you. But that wasn’t your mind’s voice...
You’re alone, it’s fine, it said.
To your shame, your trembling hands fell tentatively from the fabric on your chest, instead slipping under them. As if by themselves, they ran across your warm skin. Behind the fuzziness of your mind, you were aware you should stop. But ‘Keep going,’ sang the choir in your mind, in voices that weren’t yours or anyone’s you knew. The pads of your fingertips ran over the buds of your nipples. Just a graze against them and you were hissing. Your touch felt like fire and ice. Forget slow and sensual, you thought. Your hands dove quickly underneath your waistband.
You gripped your length, groaning in relief. You could feel the pulse of your own erection, and you stroked it affectionately. Your head hit against the wall as it lolled back.
You closed your eyes. Firm touch, bronzed skin, and long, long hair like ink. Amber eyes, grinning lips, gold earrings. Your mind was flooded with flashes of a man with eager hands, kneading you. His face escaped you, but that didn’t matter. His tongue–that mattered. His body– that mattered. The feeling of him sinking into you– that mattered.
You let out a delirious sound, hand a pistoning blur on your erection. It leaked profusely, your makings falling onto your pants, dripping down your balls. You bucked into your own hand, an embarrassing motion but one you didn’t dare stop.
You brought your knees up as you curled into a ball on the floor. The sparse jewelry you wore–thin bands of gold and a layered pendant–clanged together in gold noises. Alongside your gasping, pleading, they were the only sounds that accompanied you in the dark of Sinbad’s office.
Sinbad– he was brought to mind suddenly. So suddenly you jerked at the thought of him. Yes… Sinbad .
Your frenzied eyes relaxed, glazing over.
“Sinbad,” you whispered like a secret. The fading logic in your brain was connecting the dots. He had something to do with this. He wanted to stop you. He had only left you alone because he knew you’d be–
You drew a breath, those thoughts lost in a breeze.
“Sinbad,” you said again, this time louder, more wanting. He wasn’t there to answer, but your mind conjured his body for you to beg at. His smile just a while ago, his whispering. How could he have left you like this? You whined with abandon, completely unconcerned with keeping quiet.
“Sinbad, Sinbad, Sinbad,” you gasped, unable to think or say anything else as you pumped your hands between your thighs.
You wanted him. You knew your administrations were enough to drive you to finish, but not to be satisfied. Not until he was there to help you. Your eyebrows knotted as you felt yourself push over the edge.
You came with a purr, mouth open and wet. It was nearly painful as you were rigid for a moment, before falling lax. You were a boneless pile on the floor, eyes closed and listening to your own breathing.
You wouldn’t be surprised if you fell asleep right there, basking in the silence and warmth of an orgasm.
There was the wind outside... the rustle of leaves... the soft beat of dreams… the chanting of citizens… One of your eyes opened a sliver. You bristled when the music from the city registered in your head again. Oh my God… oh my God –
You pushed off the floor to sit up in Sinbad’s office– Sinbad’s office! Your cheeks flamed once more, but with humiliation. You looked at the hands holding you up. Your right hand was slick with cum and sweat, soiled with your shame. A niggle in your mind bode you to bring it to your lips.
“Oh my God,” you gasped. You rose to your feet, your knees wobbly and legs protesting, but rising nonetheless. Your mind was still a hazy cloud, but clearing.
You looked around the office. It looked so normal and untouched, as if nothing of note had occurred. As if you hadn’t just pleasured yourself in the king’s office, while pleasuring yourself to the king. You eyes fell to the floor, which beheld the only evidence of your being here. Your seed painted the carpet, so out of place and almost mockingly innocent. You hurriedly swiped at it with your fingers, wiping them on your clothes before you fell prey to the voice in your head telling you to taste them. This was mortifying.
You took one last sweep around the room under a nervous brow, before striding to the window and leaping out of it without a second thought. You’d retire to your room for the night. Hell to the festivities–you were too embarrassed to look anyone in the eye. How could you even look Sinbad in the eye again after this...
At least no one had been here to witness this… whatever this was, you thought furtively, descending like a feather to the ground with red cheeks.
At the same time, from outside the door, Sinbad applauded his restraint, having been eager the whole time to join you. He stepped away from where he had been listening and slipped out his hand from under his robes. You had just been too cute. And naive.
He began walking down the corridor, making his way back to the festivities. How lucky you can go back to your room, whereas a king will surely be missed... he thought, sighing with a smile. Sinbad licked his own fingers clean. And I’ve already overstayed my welcome.
i typed out a request, but i forget if i actually press sent or not😅 (i have the attention span of dory from finding nemo) so hi hi! here for the magi opening, may i ask for a drabble of sinbad trying to win fem readers heart? but she knows how he is with women (mr. harem-having ladies-man playboy of the seas) so she makes him go through all these hoops, only to later be like “haha SIKE ily2” (but not exactly that xD)
thanks for having a magi opening! take care🙏💗
AHSGDHSHA that description of Sin had me laughing so hard. I hope you enjoy this, Mie!
Sinbad had never thought he would settle down one day. It just didn't seem to be in his nature. He wanted to travel, to explore, to do as he pleased without consequences. For the majority of his life, he had done so, either as a young boy, a merchant or a king. His reputation spread far and wide, both the good and the bad. Sinbad, the conqueror of dungeons. The holder of seven metal vessels. The king of Sindria. The womanizer. He knew the last one would make it very hard for him to ever settle down with one woman. Never before had he cared about that though, preferring the company of many women for a short time over the company of one woman forever. Until he met you.
You had wormed your way into his heart without even trying. Your natural charm, the sparkle in your eyes and your smile cast a spell on Sinbad, and he fell. Hard. He wasted no time expressing his feelings to you as soon as he realised them, but of course it wouldn't be that easy. He remembered your words well.
“I'm not your next trophy, playboy of the seven seas. If you're serious, prove it.”
He was serious. And he would prove it. He asked you how he could do so, but you simply told him to ‘figure it out’ before walking away with a cheshire grin Sinbad did not see. Over the next weeks, he would do whatever he could to prove himself. Sinbad was not used to not getting his way, certainly after using his charm on a lady, so he never had to prove himself like this before. He brought you snacks and drinks whenever you were on a break from work. He sent little gifts to you as a token of his affection. He took you out for dinner. Took you on other romantic dates, anything he could think of to make you swoon.
Yet every time, you said he hadn't proven himself yet.
This time though, he was sure he had found out what you meant. He had dismissed his harem. He felt a little bad for the girls who now had to find other jobs, but he knew he wouldn't be visiting them at all anymore anyway if he wanted to keep you. And that he did.
With a proud grin, he announced what he had done. You looked at him and spoke in a monotone voice.
“Alright, but you still haven't proven yourself.”
The grin dropped from his face and Sinbad was truly out of ideas now. He started wrecking his brain, trying to find what it was he needed to do to prove himself to you. He was snapped out of his thoughts by your snickering though. He looked at you again, and the moment he made eye contact you started laughing out loud, which only added to Sinbad's confusion, as well as to his nerves.
“What's so funny, Y/N?”
“Your face! Oh, I'm sorry Sin,” you managed to choke out in between fits of laughter, “this was a little bit of a practical joke.”
“What do you mean?” It felt like a brick fell in his stomach. Had you been playing with him? Was this justice for all the women's hearts he had –albeit unintentionally- broken?
“I loved you from the start, I just thought it'd be fun to prank you a little.”
“You... what?”
Sinbad's face was now one of pure shock, and you couldn't help but laugh even louder.
Here I am again UwU, this time, maybe some headcanons with Sinbad and a gn reader who is very much head over heels for him, and gets very very very nervous every time he's near because they are pretty shy? So usually once he enters a room they just bolt for the door! Sending you love and I hope you get many a good idea for this opening!
Haaazzeeelllll 💖I hope this is what you were expecting dear, enjoy!
Sinbad really didn’t understand what was going on. His natural charm and charisma usually made sure getting close to anyone at all was fairly easy. There had been a few exceptions, people who were hostile to him at first, but eventually he even managed to persuade those people. You, however, were a different story.
You had been hostile towards him, nor had he ever been your enemy. Yet whenever he entered the room, you bolted out. At first, he thought you needed to do something. But then it just kept on happening, so it couldn't have been that. He asked some other people who knew you if you did that with anyone else, only to find out that you were perfectly fine with other people. It was just him.
This caught his attention. Sindbad is not used to people running away from him, certainly not without a reason. Sinbad can't stand not knowing things, so he set out to investigate, trying to get you to tell him the reason behind your behaviour.
With you running away the moment you see him, talking to you was a real problem. For a few days, he could be seen chasing you as you ran off, to the point where his generals had to stop him because it really started to look creepy and set him in a bad daylight.
He was frustrated about the situation, wonder what made you so afraid of him, until he noticed your flustered expression one day as you ran away. Everything clicked in his head, all frustration disappeared, and Sinbad instantly relaxed about the situation. You had just fallen for his charm. That made so much more sense.
However, because of this little cat-and-mouse game, Sinbad's interest in you had grown a lot as well. He also thought it must be inconvenient for you as well to have to run every time he gets near, so he makes it his personal mission to get you to stop running.
So eventually, he gets to talk to you and asks you to stop running every time you see him. He doesn't tell you he knows why you run, not yet anyway, that would be counterproductive.
Once that's done and when you're slowly getting used to being around him, that's when the teasing starts. He knows what effect he has on you, and he loves it. His teasing is always subtle, and it can be played off as being playful, friendly,… but it's enough to get you ready to run again. He never lets you though.
He would like you to be less nervous around him though, and his teasing is constantly trying to get a reaction from you, to talk back. It doesn't matter how long it takes, Sinbad greatly enjoys games like these.
