#sinbadxreader

Sinbad is usually confident—after all, he’s the King of Sindria, a Dungeon Conqueror, and one of the most charming men in the world. He doesn’t often feel threatened… until someone gets a little too close to his wife.

At first, he plays it off coolly. He smirks, watching as a noble, a foreign prince, or even one of his own generals tries to impress his wife. She’s his, after all. No one can take her away.

But if the guy gets too bold? Maybe touches her arm, leans in too close, or makes a comment about her beauty? Sinbad's smile tightens. His aura shifts. Suddenly, the air feels heavier, like the calm before a storm.

He doesn't explode in anger, but he makes his presence very known. He’ll casually slide an arm around his wife’s waist, pulling her into his side with a possessive yet effortless motion.

“Ah, I see you’ve met my wife,” he emphasizes, his tone smooth but dangerous. His golden eyes narrow just enough to send a silent warning.

If the guy still doesn’t back off, Sinbad ups his game. He’ll pull his wife into his lap if they’re sitting, or maybe kiss her right in front of the poor fool, smirking against her lips as he watches the other man’s confidence crumble.

Later, when they’re alone, his jealousy turns into something else entirely. He doesn’t like feeling possessive, but he needs to remind his wife exactly who she belongs to. And he makes sure she never forgets it.

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"Your father would be disappointed". 

The man before you stopped dead in his tracks. Body stiffening and eyes widening from the audacity he had just heard. 

By now, Sinbad's golden hues were filled with hate, anger boiling up quickly. How could you, Y/n, his soulmate, who he supposably loves, say such a thing? 

Outside, the night was dark, with the moon barley making an appereance. Many clouds blocking the few stars that radiated some sort of light. The wind made itself present with the ruffuling of the trees. Despite the cold weather, you felt hot, Sinbad's eyes piercing through your soul. And while the look on the man, you thought you knew, was slowly killing you, you didn't regret a single word.

You knew Sinbad since he was just a 16 year old dork, who told stories about his adventures in the colosseum, in the most cheesy way possible you may add. You knew him as the guy who was thrown off a cliff naked, alongside Ja’Far and Mystras. You did not know, however, the guy who sacrificed Serendine so he could get Zepar, nor did you know the man standing in front of you. ‘Cause he was not your Sinbad. 

Lost in your train of thought, you did not notice the man walking towards you and closing the distance gap. Only when he leaned in and your skin felt his breath, did you realize of the dangerous situation you had gotten yourself into. 

“I dare you to say that again”. 

Just as you had anticipated, his voice was harsh and low, sending shivers down your spine. You did not waver though…because you meant every single thing. 

“I know you Sinbad. I damn well know who I fell for and you are not that person. I know your father was kind and simple and I sure as hell know your mother didn’t raise you to be a manipulative bitch! So yeah, both would be disappointed”.

Sinbad scowl just deepened but it soon turned to a laughing fit, a psychotic laughing fit. You could only watch and swallow hard for this being the first time you ever witness said reaction. Sinbad would have never thrown his hand at you or hurt you in any way, now you weren’t so sure. 

His laughter soon ceased to exist. 

“I created an utopia! I’ve made the world’s economy grow! I hAVe cReaTED PEACE! I’VE Made tHe WORLD A BETTER PLACE! And YOU DarE—But at what cost?!”

Your sudden outburst took the formerly known King of Sindria by surprise. You always did know how to go toe-to-toe with him. 

“At what cost?” You ask again. And while you don’t notice it, Sinbad sees the tears running down your face hysterically. “You lied to your friends and used them as pawns, you attacked the Kou, manipulated Aladdin, Ali Baba, Kougyoku, and countless others. Yamato Takeruhiko, Ren Hakuryuu, and Nerva Julius are in a wanted list?! Look around you, there’s nothing left.” By now, your crying your eyes out and you hated yourself for it. Allowing someone to see you in this vulnerable state was despiteful. Taking a small breath, you decided to appeal to the logical side of your brain. “You’ve abandoned the people you swore to protect, and yes, you created an utopia, but when things are too good to be true…is because they are.” 

Your mother always told you to keep your chin high and you were not gonna disappoint her now. With redden eyes you looked up at the man who had broken your heart.A small part of you wished that he would reflect on what you’ve said, but it was wishful naive thinking. Sinbad’s eyes were void of emotion.

With shaky breaths you continued. “But above all the horrible things you’ve done, I never thought you would do the thing I feared the most.” “Yeah, and what is that?” 

You looked at Sinbad one last time while you backed away towards the door. 

“You stopped loving me.” 

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Without further ado…

“Mmm,” Sinbad sighed as he gazed out the window and flicked his blue tail back and forth. The Dragon King had been like this for weeks and everyone in the palace was starting to worry. Suddenly the door slammed shut, his assistant had come back to try and snap him out of it. “Seriously Sin, again. Stop daydreaming like a lovesick schoolboy and get back to work.”  “Yeah whatever Jafar. You can put those on my desk. I can’t believe you’re working on a day like today.” “I guess it is pretty beautiful outside,” the shadow dragon replied. “Yeah, she is beautiful,” Sinbad slipped. The lightning dragon had yet to tell anyone about you yet. He had spotted you on your morning walk about a year ago and being the greedy Dragon King he is had wanted you all for him self ever since. Sin had never had a problem with the female dragons in his kingdom, he had a whole harem of them. A human girl however was a whole new experience, he couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Later that night whilst soaking in your tub and gazing at the full moon you heard the flapping of wings in front of your house. You jumped out of the tub and almost forgot to put you robes on as you ran outside and embraced your lover, “Oh Sin I missed you so much!” you exclaimed in euphoria. “As did I my precious dragon flower,” he replied, wrapping you in his tail and pulling you closer. You lead Sin inside were the chilly night air couldn’t reach you and sat him in your living room, “I’ll be back with drinks,” you tell him as Sin shots a small bolt of lightning out of his finger igniting the log in the fireplace. You comeback with the drinks and a deck of cards. “Hey Sin, my friend just taught me this cool new came called poker. I’ll teach you!” “Whatever you say gorgeous.” he agreed. And so the two of you settled in for a night of cuddles and drunk poker. 

you ask and I deliver!!😋😋

Here you go anon! Probably one of my most lengthier works on this account so enjoy <3

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So in the angst for Sinbad, how about a oneshot or HC with an fem!s/o that used to be a slave, and he woke up during one of her night terrors and her not recognizing him, with him never seeing her like this, if you're comfortable with that of course, - :] anon

Sorry for leaving you waiting for so long! I've been working my ass off on projects at work, but im here now!!! And yes omg I got so mad that we never even found out abt Sinbad's fate, WHERE DID MY LOVE GOOOOOO!

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I don't mind doing your head canon at all!I always enjoy writing things for Sinbad! I hope you enjoy.

"It's Me."

I don This is one of my fave tropes, I shit you not.

-Red Toxon

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It was just supposed to be a training session. You had just gotten your metal vessel, and after a few weeks of practicing you finally managed a full bodied dijnn equip. It was supposed to be merely that. 

However, not everyone can handle the raw power coursing through their veins, taking over their body, changing their form--and sadly you’re one of those people. You were simply, at first, a large aura of light that was almost impossible to look at--then you vanished, but no so much gone. In fact, you were very much there, but you were just kind of absorbing everything like a blackhole. 

Extreme Gravity Magic MuthaFkr

Thankfully, you only were ripping up the marble floor under you as Sinbad new something dangerous was afoot.“(R/N?)”

The warped area around where you had last been seen standing shifts as your name is called, but you do not respond. At least not in words. There’s a pop in the ears of everyone standing around as it gets lightly less easy to breathe. Sinbad doesn’t know for sure if it’s you, but he’s sure it’s you and he’s got only a vague idea on how to stop you. Equipping Baal, he’s up in the air. 

“(R/N), you’re going to hurt someone, get up here!”

You don’t have to be told twice. That man is offering to challenge you... or something. You can’t really tell. You don’t really know who he is. You just know you must ｃｏｎｓｕｍｅ  and you fly up after him.

He has trouble following you with his gaze; you move fast, and the warping of the light around you only hints at where you are. Quickly he moves away from where he was waiting in the air and starts to fly out over the ocean. He doesn’t have to move too far until a high energy beam shoots past him; smelling like hot metal and burnt meat. It misses him, but shit  was it hot. Following the beam as it vanishes was another pop as air rushes back into the location that it was melted out from.

In air, he turns around, trying to catch where you were as he kept flying. It was still hard to pinpoint, until you started warming up to shoot another quasar like blast at him. It was another beam he was able to dodge, then a third.

“How much longer can you keep that up?” His tone was flustered. He’s sure you’re not trying to kill him, but maybe  you are. “Look, is this about me touching the maid’s butt? I am really sorry about that!”

He side dodges another beam. The beams were getting slowly weaker and weaker. That doesn’t make them any less dangerous. “I also didn’t kiss that visiting magician, she kissed me--I didn’t mean to enjoy it, and I felt really bad!”

You don’t understand or know the words he is speaking... you just know you must hinder him from movement. You must C҉O҉N҉S҉U҉M҉E҉. 

The need to consume becomes stronger with each burst of energy that you let loose from your core. A ｈｕｎｇｅｒ beyond all hunger. It has nothing to do with ruk anymore. You want to feast upon all matter on this earth and destroy. But this man first. He keeps speaking weird things...

“I love you, (R/N), but this isn’t the way to sort out the problems in our relationship.” Things that start to make sense, until you no longer feel hungry anymore--but light. Then, nothing.

That nothing you were feeling was your equip finally running out of  magoi, leaving you to fall out of the air. Sinbad who had plenty left flies to catch you, but almost drops you out of desperation when you open your eyes to stare at him. “Sinbad?”

“Yes?”

Yesssss. I’ve been so eager to get to this one~

(I’mma write from where he was still king of Sindria---when everyone was happy)

-Red Toxon

SinbadXReader who was believed dead but wasn’t

It had been a terrible month for everyone around Sinbad. Usually he bounced back from loss, but when he believed you dead; even Ja’far had trouble being around him. He was at his desk, actually doing his work--being aloof reminded him of you, and when he did he’d figure you would walk through the door and approach him for an embrace like you always did.It’s been a month though, since the explosion in your room. You were a magician, just like, Yamraiha. However,  where she was affiliated with water and Aladdin with heat, you were closely affiliated with sound. Feeling confident with your mastery of sound magic, you had taken to learning lightning magic, and combining the two.

It wasn’t a healthy mixture that you concocted, and you weren’t ready for that kind of magic, and lost complete control of the spell, resulting in a terrible explosion. It completely blew out the wall of your lab, and everything inside was instantly vaporized from the sheer force of the spell you were trying to accomplish. Never again will you try to run magic through copper wiring again to try and create a music device. 

What was unbeknownst to everyone but you at that time was the safety measures you had put into place on your lab. You had set up a teleportation circle in your room to transport you to a safe location if the energy output in the room exceeded a safety standard you had put into place. The only problem was, you were not very well versed in Space-Time Magic, having only mimicked what you could form Yamraiha’s teaching you about magic transfer circles. You had a set location be on a small island a little outside of Sindria, but it was passed daily by trading ships--for some reason you couldn’t explain that wasn’t where you ended up.

For a month, you traveled from Reim back to Sindira while everyone felt you had died a horrific death in the explosion--that was until you were spotted on a trusty barrel you had infused with enough magic to allow you to fly. Shakily, but at lest it offered shelter from the rain if you were inside of it. 

“(R/N)?!” That was Yamraiha, who just happened to be outside when you landed your barrel roughly in the grass of the center castle. 

“Yess-sss?” It lands, and you topple off and onto the grass. I’m never flying ever again.

“Where the hell have you been!” She had rushed, bouncy in ways you chose to ignore, greeting you by flopping on you and sobbing. “We all thought you were dead, I can’t believe this... why?! How?” The sobbing quickly stops and you are jabbed harshly in the side. “Do you know how worried we’ve been?!”

“Ow! Gee, yeah, I do--I some how transported to Reim,” you grumble at the poking. You’re exhausted, why does she have to lecture you now?

Then came the next voice. “Yamraiha, is that really...” it was Ja’far.

“Yes! It’s really (R/N)!” The fellow magician lifts off of you, still jabbing at you roughly. You’re surely not going to get any rest until you explain everything 100% to her and everyone else.

“Where have you been,” is coldly spoke from Ja’far who is also leaning off of you. Combined the two of them get you to your feet.

“They smell terrible,” Yamraiha remarks, getting a silent nod from Ja’far.

“I flew over the ocean,” you gape in disbelief, “it took three days.”

“Should we let them bathe before or after showing them to Sinbad,” Yamraiha asks, prompting a pensive look from Ja’far who clenches the back of your shirt. 

“After! If he sees them alive, we can get on with our lives--I am running out of work because he keeps doing his work.” Is what he decides on and starts guiding you from the court yard. Passing some servants, he asks for water, and a meal be brought to Sinbad’s office.

“Is he going to be angry,” you mutter, because Ja’far looks pissed, what if Sinbad’s pissed. Maybe you should’ve stayed in Reim.

The question softens Ja’far’s expression as he helps you walk to the destination. “Maybe after the shock of seeing you alive. I’m sure word has already gotten to him, I saw  you as well as many people in the castle land--surprised he hasn’t come running yet.”

That gets a shrug from you. You both weren’t married yet, never really did much more than exchange heated glances, kiss a few times. You did love him, but never really felt that he loved you. “I blew up a room in the castle--at least I think I did,” you remark, “I’d be angry at me. Isn’t that why Yamraiha and you are angry?”

“No! No...” that brings Sindria's Parliamentary Officer to a direct halt in his steps, his brow knotted, “(R/N), Sinbad has been completely intolerable. He shut down when we all thought you were dead.”

You blink. “What? Why would he do that, I am just a clumsy magician who explodes things.”

Ja’far returns your blink before he starts walking you again. “You’re in for a surprise,” he mutters and stays silent for the rest of the walk.

Word did not reach Sinbad until you and Ja’far entered your voice. A lot of things actually didn’t. The windows were drawn closed, and he was working in the dark, lit only by a dim oil lamp at his desk. Quietly Ja’far seats you in a chair and moves to open the windows to let the light in. 

“Your eyes, Sinbad,” chides Ja’far like a mother, only to get a sigh from the King of Sindria. He then motions for you to say something, as Sinbad was not looking up from his desk.

“Uh? Well... Ja’far is right, you know. You can’t do work if you ruin your eyes, and he has told me you’ve been doing your work for the last month,” you ramble. Is that what you were supposed to say? You don’t even know. You could really go for some water right now.

“I know fairly well what I’m doing, (R--),” He cuts off by the first sound of your name, looking up. Your voice was one he knew so well.

With his work done, Ja’far quietly sneaks out of the room, leaving you sitting on the chair across the room from Sinbad. 

It takes his highness a fair good long minute before he closes his mouth after his jaw dropped. It wouldn’t have been such a shock if someone else had died and came back to life--but you, this was a total surprise. “You’re alive?”

“Yes. Let me explain, but first I am so sorry, I smell terrible--it took me three days to fly over the oce--”

“You’re alive.”

“Yes. So, what happened was a magic circle I had set up to transport me to that little Island that’s to the north, the small one with the two trees if something went wrong. I don’t know how it happened, but it sent me to Reim instead.”

“You’re alive!” At that, he is at his feet, almost knocking his chair back with how quickly he gets up.

“Yes....I am. I’m sorry.” Why are you apologizing for being alive?!

“You...are... alive.” He is walking over to you, looking wild in his face, causing your hands to raise up. He’s going to be rough with you too, isn’t he.

“Yes, Sinbad, I am. I came back as quickly as I could. I’m sorry... I--” you’re cut off in shock as your hands are taken by his, gently. The bigger shock was him kneeling down in front of you. You’ve never seen a man look so conflicted before, and this was not an expression you ever wanted to see on Sinbad’s face.

The both of you exchange an intimate silence; you unsure of what to say and him too full of things to say, but the eye contact fixes everything.

“(R/N),” he finally murmurs, dropping his gaze to your hands, “I’m... at a loss for words--which isn’t something that often happens.”

“I’m sorry.”

He winces at your apology, and attempts to calm you with a kiss to the back of one of your hands. “Don’t...relax... I am so happy to see you alive; I felt like a part of me died when you couldn’t be found anywhere--” he frowns, “--Ja’far should have at least let you have a bath before bringing you to me.”

“That’s what I was wanting,” you agree, your head tilting back in embarrassment, “but I think he felt this was urgent.”

More silence follows until you look back to him, blinking in surprise. When did his face get so close to yours. You’ve been this close before, but this felt so different. “I love you, (R/N),” he murmurs, “We have a lot to discuss about this. If I were to lose you again, or think I have... I’m the king of Sindria, I can’t afford to wallow in self pity so selfishly.” 

He says a few things, trying to sort out what had been conflicting him--but you were completely stuck on the words he started with. “You what?”

“I was thinking maybe an outside lab for you so your--”

“No, no.... what you started with?”

That puts him back in control. That grounds him. The King of Charm is back. Look at that smirk. “I love you.”

“Oh thank goodness, I thought you said something else... no wait, that...I?” You fumble over every word you know, until you fall silent. What he said was impossible. He’s just a womanizer, and you’re just a nervous little magician. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“I happy to feel the same,” you manage, not wanting to sound desperate. Brain, don’t fail me now. “Ja’far asked someone to bring water here, I think why are they taking so long, I am going to die.” 

“I would go and find out,” he mutters, leaning just a little closer to you--he will deal with the smell. The moment you have a drink he is making you bathe though, holy crap. “But I don’t think I can leave you alone.”

“What... why?” 

“You might vanish again. You’re not leaving my sight, not for a long time, (R/N).”