I liked reading your post with Masrur answer his s/o he thought was dead. Do you think you could do one for Sinbad? I won't lie, I'm one of his many fans.
Yesssss. Iâve been so eager to get to this one~
(Iâmma write from where he was still king of Sindria---when everyone was happy)
SinbadXReader who was believed dead but wasnât
It had been a terrible month for everyone around Sinbad. Usually he bounced back from loss, but when he believed you dead; even Jaâfar had trouble being around him. He was at his desk, actually doing his work--being aloof reminded him of you, and when he did heâd figure you would walk through the door and approach him for an embrace like you always did.Itâs been a month though, since the explosion in your room. You were a magician, just like, Yamraiha. However, Â 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 wasnât a healthy mixture that you concocted, and you werenât 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.Â
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 Yamraihaâs 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 couldnât explain that wasnât 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.Â
â(R/N)?!â That was Yamraiha, who just happened to be outside when you landed your barrel roughly in the grass of the center castle.Â
âYess-sss?â It lands, and you topple off and onto the grass. Iâm never flying ever again.
âWhere the hell have you been!â She had rushed, bouncy in ways you chose to ignore, greeting you by flopping on you and sobbing. âWe all thought you were dead, I canât believe this... why?! How?â The sobbing quickly stops and you are jabbed harshly in the side. âDo you know how worried weâve been?!â
âOw! Gee, yeah, I do--I some how transported to Reim,â you grumble at the poking. Youâre exhausted, why does she have to lecture you now?
Then came the next voice. âYamraiha, is that really...â it was Jaâfar.
âYes! Itâs really (R/N)!â The fellow magician lifts off of you, still jabbing at you roughly. Youâre surely not going to get any rest until you explain everything 100% to her and everyone else.
âWhere have you been,â is coldly spoke from Jaâfar who is also leaning off of you. Combined the two of them get you to your feet.
âThey smell terrible,â Yamraiha remarks, getting a silent nod from Jaâfar.
âI flew over the ocean,â you gape in disbelief, âit took three days.â
âShould we let them bathe before or after showing them to Sinbad,â Yamraiha asks, prompting a pensive look from Jaâfar who clenches the back of your shirt.Â
âAfter! If he sees them alive, we can get on with our lives--I am running out of work because he keeps doing his work.â 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 Sinbadâs office.
âIs he going to be angry,â you mutter, because Jaâfar looks pissed, what if Sinbadâs pissed. Maybe you shouldâve stayed in Reim.
The question softens Jaâfarâs expression as he helps you walk to the destination. âMaybe after the shock of seeing you alive. Iâm sure word has already gotten to him, I saw  you as well as many people in the castle land--surprised he hasnât come running yet.â
That gets a shrug from you. You both werenât 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. âI blew up a room in the castle--at least I think I did,â you remark, âIâd be angry at me. Isnât that why Yamraiha and you are angry?â
âNo! No...â that brings Sindria's Parliamentary Officer to a direct halt in his steps, his brow knotted, â(R/N), Sinbad has been completely intolerable. He shut down when we all thought you were dead.â
You blink. âWhat? Why would he do that, I am just a clumsy magician who explodes things.â
Jaâfar returns your blink before he starts walking you again. âYouâre in for a surprise,â he mutters and stays silent for the rest of the walk.
Word did not reach Sinbad until you and Jaâfar entered your voice. A lot of things actually didnât. The windows were drawn closed, and he was working in the dark, lit only by a dim oil lamp at his desk. Quietly Jaâfar seats you in a chair and moves to open the windows to let the light in.Â
âYour eyes, Sinbad,â chides Jaâfar 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.
âUh? Well... Jaâfar is right, you know. You canât do work if you ruin your eyes, and he has told me youâve been doing your work for the last month,â you ramble. Is that what you were supposed to say? You donât even know. You could really go for some water right now.
âI know fairly well what Iâm doing, (R--),â He cuts off by the first sound of your name, looking up. Your voice was one he knew so well.
With his work done, Jaâfar quietly sneaks out of the room, leaving you sitting on the chair across the room from Sinbad.Â
It takes his highness a fair good long minute before he closes his mouth after his jaw dropped. It wouldnât have been such a shock if someone else had died and came back to life--but you, this was a total surprise. âYouâre alive?â
âYes. Let me explain, but first I am so sorry, I smell terrible--it took me three days to fly over the oce--â
âYes. So, what happened was a magic circle I had set up to transport me to that little Island thatâs to the north, the small one with the two trees if something went wrong. I donât know how it happened, but it sent me to Reim instead.â
âYouâre alive!â At that, he is at his feet, almost knocking his chair back with how quickly he gets up.
âYes....I am. Iâm sorry.â Why are you apologizing for being alive?!
âYou...are... alive.â He is walking over to you, looking wild in his face, causing your hands to raise up. Heâs going to be rough with you too, isnât he.
âYes, Sinbad, I am. I came back as quickly as I could. Iâm sorry... I--â youâre cut off in shock as your hands are taken by his, gently. The bigger shock was him kneeling down in front of you. Youâve never seen a man look so conflicted before, and this was not an expression you ever wanted to see on Sinbadâs 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.
â(R/N),â he finally murmurs, dropping his gaze to your hands, âIâm... at a loss for words--which isnât something that often happens.â
He winces at your apology, and attempts to calm you with a kiss to the back of one of your hands. âDonât...relax... I am so happy to see you alive; I felt like a part of me died when you couldnât be found anywhere--â he frowns, â--Jaâfar should have at least let you have a bath before bringing you to me.â
âThatâs what I was wanting,â you agree, your head tilting back in embarrassment, âbut I think he felt this was urgent.â
More silence follows until you look back to him, blinking in surprise. When did his face get so close to yours. Youâve been this close before, but this felt so different. âI love you, (R/N),â he murmurs, âWe have a lot to discuss about this. If I were to lose you again, or think I have... Iâm the king of Sindria, I canât afford to wallow in self pity so selfishly.âÂ
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. âYou what?â
âI was thinking maybe an outside lab for you so your--â
âNo, no.... what you started with?â
That puts him back in control. That grounds him. The King of Charm is back. Look at that smirk. âI love you.â
âOh thank goodness, I thought you said something else... no wait, that...I?â You fumble over every word you know, until you fall silent. What he said was impossible. Heâs just a womanizer, and youâre just a nervous little magician. âReally?â
âI happy to feel the same,â you manage, not wanting to sound desperate. Brain, donât fail me now. âJaâfar asked someone to bring water here, I think why are they taking so long, I am going to die.âÂ
âI would go and find out,â 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. âBut I donât think I can leave you alone.â
âYou might vanish again. Youâre not leaving my sight, not for a long time, (R/N).â
He wasnât bluffing about that. For the following six months, instead of working, Sinbad was by your side--much to the mixture of joy and dismay of Jaâfar.