One will not attain everything he wishes for; the winds blow unlike what the ships wish for. However, whoever desires the top must sit up many nights.
Pairing: Sinbad (Magi) x Reader
Summary: Despite being enslaved by the Mariadel company at a young age and made to be a colosseum keeper, you have never witnessed a single battle between gladiators. But it all changed when the mighty dungeon capturer: Sinbad, arrived for a duel in exchange for his company's liberty. A battle that resulted in a series of events that would either lead everyone to freedom or further suffering.
Content Warnings: Manga SPOILERS, Slavery (specifically child slavery), depictions of violence, mentions of blood and rotten flesh, along with injury infliction as punishment.
DISCLAIMER: This fanfic is not a means to romanticize nor water down the severity of slavery. Although the source may be fictional, those horrific events have happened and most likely still happen in real life.
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PART 1: The Colosseum
You remember your father telling you this once: “No matter how much perfume you put on, it will never mask the dead body.” You were merely three years old at that time. The more you think about it, that metaphor was most likely a thought that slipped out of his mind, not intended for your still-developing brain. Yet, those words stuck with you as you grew up. How could it not, if it perfectly describes the current state you were in?
Rotten flesh and aged blood. You’ve become desensitized to such gruesome sights; granted, it’s something you were made to deal with for more than half your life by now. Just months after you were enslaved by the Mariadel Company, you were made to clean up the dead remains from the colosseum as one of the forms of behavioral correction methods enforced on you by Madeer.
When Madeer realized you performed quite well in such a task, she decided to give you the duty of a colosseum keeper. From cleaning up carcasses to weapon maintenance, you took part in it. The work was taxing, especially since your body has not properly met its needs for many years now. But cleaning up bodily fluids and exposed viscera for you is subjectively better than having to actively engage in the actual slave handling that the others, such as Fatima, were doing.
Having to be part of the individuals who have to take care of the aftermath from brutal spectacles made you develop a deep sense of aversion towards violence in general. Luckily, witnessing each fight was not made mandatory for you; only having you come out once the performance had ended, and the crowd fully dissipated.
Until one day, he arrived.
Lady Madeer seemed elated. You were walking towards the armory when she came across your path—stepping aside and bowing your head in greeting, trying your best to muffle your breathing. Thankfully, she ignored you. Yet, the subtle excitement in every stride of hers did not go unnoticed by you.
You didn’t know whether it was due to a successful transaction, or if she managed to finally turn Masrur into her “child”. Just the thought of the young boy surrendering to Madeer’s whims aroused a surge of panic within you.
Once the lady was out of sight, you hurried to where Masrur usually stayed as fast as your shackled feet allowed you. Upon arrival, you saw him performing his physical training routine. Sensing someone, he paused for a moment to see who it was. When he realized it was you, he fully stopped his routine, his posture easing when you went near him.
Since you were still winded from rushing all the way to where Masrur was, each breath took you a lot more effort than you already had to. Of course, Masrur saw the way you were clasping your chain collar; a futile attempt for relief on your part.
His face may not show it, but the way he led you to a bench to sit down showed that he truly cared. He also couldn’t help it as he noticed the way you would seemingly try to shift your weight from one foot to the other while walking.
When your breathing finally stabilized, you gave Masrur a cheeky grin. His blank expression remained, apart from the slight tremble of his lips.
“You still can’t breathe properly.” Your grin morphed into an awkward smirk at his bluntness. Letting out a hoarse huff, you playfully shoved Masrur with your shoulder; naturally, he didn’t budge.
The two of you spent a couple of minutes sitting on the bench, with you occasionally playing with Masrur's hair. When the boy looked down, he noted that apart from your chains clasped tighter than they usually did, your feet were also bandaged up again.
He pondered how you could have gotten the injuries while you were busy playing with his hair, blissfully unaware of his scrutinizing gaze. It took him a few moments before he realized. Madeer must have punished you again. He knew you had always been defiant. It was luck that the lady decided you were worth keeping alive.
Realizing that quite some time had passed. Masrur moved away from you.
“I need to continue my training. Madeer said I will be fighting someone new.” His back was facing you as he said so.
Understanding the young fanalis, you huffed in agreement. You mustered up strength to stand up, enduring the burning sensation you felt on your sole once it received pressure.
You left the room, relieved to know that your Masrur stayed true to his pride and safe from Madeer’s control. However, that feeling did not last long since just a few steps away from the entry, the boy called out your name.
When you turned to look back, you could tell Masrur wanted to say something. Tilting your head to the side, you waited for him to speak.
“Madeer said I will be fighting someone in a few days. She said he was someone strong.” Despite knowing he could end up battling against a strong adversary, Masrur remained composed.
That took your senses off the searing pain you were feeling. Concern flooded you, your mind playing countless scenarios of your boy getting hurt by another gladiator.
“But Madeer told me I should restrain myself when fighting him. Rather than killing, she said I should just knock him down.”
The idea of subduing rather than eliminating perplexed you. This means Madeer is planning something. That could have been the reason for her upbeat mood when you encountered her.
Sensing Masrur had nothing else to say, you gave him a small wave before walking away, the clanking of your shackles echoing throughout the hallway. He waited until you disappeared into a corner before returning to his chamber.
You walked until you reached one of the main entry and exit points of the Colosseum that led to the pulvinar. It was a special boxed seat reserved for Lady Madeer. Letting your eyes linger on the throne-like furniture, your mind clouded by the implications of Masrur’s words.
Author's Note: The reason I wanted to write this fic is that I wanted to dig deeper into Sinbad's character during that arc. I also wanted to expand on the vulnerability shown during that time, which was very compelling and shows us what kind of person he is. Making it an "x reader" was just an helpful means for me to do so.
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The days in Sindria are never boring. At least, that's what most say. The King is always wrapped up in some sort of trouble, the palace is always noisy, and the people always smiling. But that was just it, Always.
For (Y/N) It's just another typical day. Getting up in the sun-basked morning, the smell of their daily fresh baked bread, opening up the small and quaint bakery, sweeping the walkway of any debris from the party held the night before, having a Fanalis stare at them from across the street, having people flood in and out, and finally having a well-deserved lunch break. Yup, a typical day.
"Another great day of morning sails!" (Y/N) stretched feeling accomplished. "At this rate I'll have to close up in a couple of hours! I wonder if the flour shipment came in yet." They sighed as they took a seat in one of the outdoor chairs. People flooded by as usual; some holding baskets of goods, maybe a few kids with toys, and the obvious group of Sinbad's admirers reading his Seven Seas tales. Which to (Y/N) was incredible considering how outlandish the story sounded, but then again in the age of Dungeon Conquerers and Djinn anything could happen.
Masrur pov
"Masrur, just say hi to her. " Sharrkan kept trying to persuade the taller man to talk to the bakery owner.
"I don't always agree with this dummy over here but...he is right Masrur. What you're doing most girls would find creepy." Yamuraiha kept insisting, "I mean, even if she just accepted this as an everyday thing, it probably didn't dawn on her it was because you liked her." She waved her wand around as she leaned back into a wall.
Masrur thought for a bit before shaking his head still lost in his friends' reasoning.
"Fine let me put it to you this way," Sharrkan began, "If Pisti stared at you every day, at the same time, shrinking on her duties; wouldn't you be concerned? Now add on that she's suddenly much bigger than you and doesn't talk."
With that though Masrur paled a bit. A giant Pisti did not sound wonderful in the slightest.
"Do you want them to think your a creeper Masrur?" Yamuraiha stated which made Masrur freeze.
"..... No.... " He lowered his eyes to the ground, suddenly finding the dirt interesting.
"THEN GO TALK TO THEM!!" Both his best friends shouted as he sighed. The sudden thought of having a crush became burdensome for the duration of this chat, but as he looked over and saw (Y/N) staring off it suddenly felt worth it.
For him they weren't like everyone else. Instead of (Y/N) it felt like (S/O). He hated to admit it but it was truly love at first sight. Their face radiated feelings of happiness and warmth; even with that kind demeanor they weren't ever afraid to speak their mind as he saw them get in a few spouts with unruly hung-over customers. Also, their bread smelled heavenly ever morning. Not that he would admit that out loud, nor accept the fact he was too shy to buy any.
"Fine...but if this goes wrong..." Masrur ended with a chilling side glance to the pair as he had a quick feeling of regret and potential mourning coming upon his soul. Meanwhile, they both gave him a thumbs up with unnerving confidence as the Fanalis man walked over to the bakery.
S/O pov
'The sun today feels warm.....or.....felt...' (Y/N) thought as they felt a chilling absence of the suns' rays. "Can I help you?" They asked as one eye opened to see the silhouette of the shadow cast upon their seating area.
When their question was met with a long silence they finally gave in and looked directly at the shadows' owner. There stood the Fanalis who is part of (Y/N)'s typical day, or what they thought would be typical.
"General Masrur?!" In a slight and embarrassed panic (Y/N) stood up and bowed. "Is there anything I can help you with?" They asked excitedly as they looked at the Fanalis with new determined and hopeful eyes that today would be a bit different than the rest.
Much to (Y/N)'s delight, Masrur didn't fail to deliver as his ears began to glow red.
"Hello?" (Y/N) asked as they waved their hand in front of the generals' face.
"...... I like your b-bakery." The tall man mumbled at last.
Masrur pov
Masrur mentally slapped himself. everyone would be laughing their asses off with his poor attempt at first contact....well all accept Ja'far who might have given Masrur a look of pity. Not that the thought made this any better.
Surprisingly (Y/N) began to laugh. It sounded heavenly, just like the bread baked every morning.
"Okayyy...Thank you~. You know, if you like it that much you should stop in sometime. I try to perfect my recipe a little more each day." (Y/N) chirped.
Masrur nodded. "Sure."
S/O pov
"From that day on, he made sure to visit as soon as the bakery opened." (S/O) laughed lightly at the fond memory.
"But how was that another Typical Day? Wasn't it something new since Masrur came to talk to you, Finally might I add?!" Pisti said fully intrigued and into (S/O)'s fond memory.
"Well I guess you could say that." (S/O) smiled, "But the look in his eyes, they still look the same after all this time. Filled with undoubted love.~" They teased as Masrur squeezed their hand lightly, both which held a matching ring.
