congrats on 100 Babeee!!! hella excite, mani mani more followers to come UwU! Can I maybe ask for prompt number 2 with Sinbad? Thank youuu many a time! Have fun writing xoxo
Thanks babe! ❤ Boy was I happy when I saw Sinbad in my box, and the prompt suits him so damn well! Enjoy the fluff~
Prompt: “Are you just trying to get me to dote on you like last time or are you really sick?”
You sighed and left Sinbad’s office. Once again, he was not there. The day this man would do his work was the day the world would end. He was all play and no work and it really pissed you off sometimes.
You asked some generals and servants you came across if they had seen him, but none of them did. That worried you a little, because usually at least someone had seen the king walk around the palace, ditching his duties. After finding Ja’far and hearing that even he hadn’t seen Sinbad, you decided to go to his room. It was the only place you hadn’t checked yet, and you knew Sinbad couldn’t have left the palace completely unseen.
As you knocked on the door, you heard the start of a ‘who’s there’, which was interrupted by loud coughing. You said it was you and entered the room, not waiting for him to stop coughing, or to answer to let you in. Sinbad was still in his bed, laying down, looking like crap. He was all tangled up in his sheets, his hair was a mess, his eyes were red and there were big bags under them.
“Are you just trying to get me to dote on you like last time or are you really sick?”
Sinbad looked at you with a look of disbelief. Sure, he had pretended to be sick to have you dote on him, you became so damn sweet when someone was sick and after he saw you caring for a sick Ja’far he got a little jealous, but that was only once!
“My love, you hurt me.”
“So did you last time, Sin.”
“Are we really going to have this conversation when I-“ Sinbad started, but his words were interrupted by another coughing fit. You had to admit, he couldn’t fake one of those.
“Okay, I believe you. Sorry. Do you have some water with you?”
Sinbad only shook his head. You nodded and left the room, heading for the kitchen. Grabbing some light food and some water, you left the kitchen and headed back to Sinbad’s room. He was lying on his side, curled up in his blanket. Sighing, you put the food and water down on his nightstand and grabbed one of his robes. It wasn’t unusual for Sinbad to sleep naked but it’s not helping when you’re sick. You helped him sit up in his bed and helped him get the robe on. Hearing a dry laugh coming from him, you looked at him questioningly.
“It’s funny. You’ve undressed me before, but you’ve never dressed me before.”
“Oh zip it.”
Of course Sinbad would be a tease, even when sick. You sighed and helped him get comfortable with some pillows against his back as he sat up against the headboard so he could eat and drink some.
“Can’t you feed me, Y/N?”
“What? Why? You can eat by yourself.”
“But it’s cuter when you feed me.”
“You’re a grown adult, and you want someone to feed you?”
“Not someone, only you, my love.”
You sighed and looked away. What would you do with this baby of an adult? Though you figured he wouldn’t let up until you did so, you knew Sinbad well enough by now. You turned to look at him again, and the grin on his face told you he knew he had won. You begrudgingly fed him his food, thinking that this might have been a very cute moment if Sinbad wasn’t grinning at you throughout the whole thing.
After making sure he got some food and water down, you were about to leave when Sinbad grabbed your wrist. You were a little surprised at the strength he still had, even when he was sick. Looking back at him you saw a serious face, the grin from earlier having vanished completely.
“Stay with me?”
“Excuse me?”
“Won’t you stay here with me?”
“Sinbad, you’re sick. You should be sleeping, you’ll heal faster that way.
“At least until I sleep then? I sleep better when you’re around.”
You looked for any trace of his usual teasing or flattery in his eyes, but you found none. It was a rare occasion to see him this serious and honest, and that made it impossible for you to refuse.
“Fine, I’ll stay. But only until you fall asleep.”
“That’s all I ask.”
Sitting down on the edge of his bed again, you started running your fingers though his hair with one hand, and holding one of his hands with the other. Sinbad let out a sigh and closed his eyes, sinking into his bed more. It didn’t take long for his breathing to even out, and for is hand to get heavy in your own. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and quietly left his room. Sinbad may be an insufferable child of a man at some points, but moments like these made everything completely worth it.
