#Adventures of Sinbad

[gacktova]

[a-book-of-creatures]

They were so valid for this

[genderfluid-insomniac]

Can I have SNB Sinbad slowly starting to fall in love with his fem childhood friend

Sinbad x reader as childhood friends to lovers

He loved you so much when he was younger but really didn’t want to leave you and wanted to bring you with him. There was a chance you could get hurt and he didn’t want that to happen so he promised you that he’d see you again, leaving you with a kiss and a letter. “I love you and I promise I’ll be back. Read this letter whenever you feel lonely.”

He didn’t want to leave at that but the last few days that he had with you he spent the most he could and showed you the route that he planned to take. You loved his idea and planned to support it no matter what. You just hoped that he would be okay no matter what and hugged him for what seemed like hours, making him promise to send you a letter.

Sinbad did as you asked and sent you a letter every time he arrived in a new country, updating you on his plans and assuring you that he was safe and planned to come back to you. Years passed and you both grew, never seeing each other in person but one day you got a letter from the person you longed to see the most. Sinbad had invited you to stay in his kingdom for a couple of weeks and reconnect after all these years and of course, you accepted.

When you arrived he was right at the docks waiting to pick you up and time seemed to stop as you both took each other in, admiring each beautiful feature of the other and running into each other's arms. Sinbad wasted no time and asked to kiss you, promising to show you around and make up for old times.

Most of the days are spent in each other's arms and Sinbad showering you in lavish clothing, and gold, showing off how powerful he was and promising to protect you or spar with you if you want. Telling you all about how he adored you as children and reminiscing about old times.

[megumismyhusband]

deadass i lowk just have the urge to start writing for magi the labyrinth of magic but i don’t think anyone’s still alive in that fandom😓😓 guys sinbad is too fine to be forgotten help like omg i’ve been feining over him for far too long

should i just write it anyway?

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[sidecharactersdomatter]

“We need more complex Fantasy leader characters!”

Dude, we couldn’t even handle Sinbad from Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic!

[sunny-mercya]

Treacherous Love

Po–& Obsessive! False! Sinbad x Male Reader

Fandom -> MAGI

Masterlist

Having you in his arms, during the early rise of another glorious sun basking morning, was a blessing of comfort for him—reminder that he has won.

While you might haven't been in your best shape these past weeks, bedridden with stress-fever and fatigue of an aching body—muscles, bones and limps still not properly healed over the last years from not only a long past, but also from a recently present fight—Sinbad still had a pleasuring night with you.

Sinbad had a tight grip on your shackle free wrist, tracing his thumb over the bumpy rough whiteish—which resembles more like a strike of lightning or a starry filled row in the nights sky—patch of scared skin.

It's a constant reminder of pain filled past for the both of you and yet, whenever he traces the skin—taking a glance—he felt a wave of pridefulness rushing through him.

After all it had been him, Sinbad himself (and not Kouen) who had freed you—all those years ago, from the iron clutches of slavery—befriended you and brought you back to your kingdom, creating a new alliance and trade-partner.

It had been him, him alone. He's your saviour, the only man you need in your life—Sinbad's the man you're now married to, the only person you will love and be devoted till the very end—till Death.

»Rest well my prince« whispered Sinbad huskily into your ear, prepping a few kisses over your face and onto your swollen lips, knowing well that you're way too out of it—deep in slumber, to be aware of anything around you in your non conscious state.

Sinbad pulled out from you, stretching his body and getting out of the warm comfort of the bed—although he rather wanted to sleep in and having you cuddle up in his arms.

~~~•~~~

Sinbad heaved out a sigh, slumping in his seat as the stacks of paperworks and parchments towering over him on his desk.

Such a tedious task to do as a king, mused Sinbad—rather preferring you on his lap or walking through the palace garden with you, than doing paperwork—but alias, he needs to suffer through it anyways.

His folk is—just like you—priority over everything.

»Nadia says [Name] might be healthy enough to leave bed early this afternoon. So, if you complete your tasks, you can be there.« Ja'far dropped another roll of parchment onto his desk, while informing Sinbad of your health, leaving the study without waiting for a reply.

Sinbad smiles, Ja'far—his good dear friend—had gone a bit colder towards him, but hearing about your health improvement does lift Sinbads mood and he's ready to complete all his today paperworks neatly, just so he could be with you again.

Maybe, if you're coherent enough, Sinbad would carry you through the gardens—after all, you're found of flowers and he knows how much enjoyment they brought you—but he rather would have a repeat of last night, nibbling on your skin again and hearing your moans of his name.

~~~•~~~

With a gaps—sitting up in a rush—as if someone had sucked out all the air of breath from your lungs, you awoke from the clutches of dreams—which felt more like a nightmare, getting more and more realistic—and for a moment you didn't recognises your own bedroom, till you spotted the familiarity of the embroidery rug on the wall.

While still feeling the pain of last nights activity in your lower area, you turned your head towards the open window—a slight breeze of salty sea air passing thru and where an ever so blue summer sky was permanent yet again.

Today you felt much better than you had been in the last few weeks, more energetic even and your limps tingling—when heaving yourself out of bed, holding onto the sheets for support—for some movements again as they feel rather stiff and sore and more like a deadweight.

Longing for some much needed fresh air and a change of scenery, you decided—since you didn't know when either Sinbad or Nadia would come to you—to get yourself ready and making your way out of the room and into the gardens.

The Gardens, every kind of them—especially the ones in your home country and (those you preferred much more) in the Kou-Empire—had always been your favourite place to be, just seeing the colourful beauty of floral variety and growing nature had something magnificent magical to it (and it been joked, that the way to your heart would be flowers, which was definitely true—because otherwise you wouldn't have been married a second time)

Walking on the sandy paths through the garden, you felt the slight breeze of summer—which ghosted your skin—and the ray of sun, basking in their warmth, truly a good day to be outside and yet a sense of homesickness rolls over your joyful mood, damping it down.

Sindria—despite having a bit of lonesomeness now, as all your friends had gone back to their respective countries and now, although Sindria being big in populations (not as large as Reim or Kou of course) it feels as if it was only you, Sinbad, Ja'far and Nadia in the palace—was your home now, but so had been the Kou-Empire once as well and you missed it greatly.

You stopped at the pond, sitting down next to it—an ache flaring up heatedly in your legs, having put a bit—even when walking slowly and with steady steps, looking a bit wobbly—too much strain for your muscles—and while gazing upon the waters surface, seeing your own reflection in it, you sucked in a breath.

Kouen.

The tears welled up in your eyes and the first sobs rips through your lips—feelings of guilt and shame crawls through your heart, because not only haven't you thought of Kouen in a long time, but you also haven't send a prayer to him in the above.

Kouen had been your first husband, he's the man which had captured your heart—after whisking you away from your suffocating family and demanding an arrangement marriage with you—and who you loved so deeply, like the mortal prince had loved the godly sun.

And dear, dear god, do you miss Kouen—missing him so much, that your heart could break once more—and this time, no one could mend it into a healing—that you could weep for hours and days long once more again, because you just miss Kouen.

Of course you loved Sinbad such as much—as you had loved Kouen—otherwise you wouldn't have married him, but sometimes your heart aches for what's lost now and new wave of guilty regrets washes over you.

It had been Sinbad—after Kouens death—who had been there, in your weeping hours and comforting you through your grieving thoughts.

It had been Sinbad who took care of you, when you had been injured badly during a battle and gave you the much needed support throughout your recovery.

It had been Sinbad, whose understanding enough to give you some needed time of grievance and space—before confessing his love to you and showering you in nothing but sweet love, mending your broken heart back with a new flourishing love.

»My prince is crying, why?«

You flinched in surprise upon hearing Sinbads voice so close to you hear and his arms around your stomach—Sinbad lifts you back up into a standing, moving you in his arms that you're facing him.

When looking up at your husband, through tear stained eyes, you notice the sky's colour being now of orange and red—feeling upset with yourself, how you had wasted days time with crying.

You widen your eyes in horror, couldn't believe that you missing Kouen—and the still remaining grief—was a waste of time, how could you dare to think such unforgivable mean thought.

»Tell me, [Name]. What does made my prince so sad?« Sinbad asks again, swaying slightly with you from side to side—holding you close as you closed your eyes and leaned your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

»I'm sorry Sinbad, I'm sorry. It's not fair to you, but I just keep missing Kouen....«

Sinbad shush you, telling you that it's alright—while leading you back inside the palace and towards the bedroom—but there's a visible sneer of anger on his face.

~~~•~~~

It had been past midnight, when Sinbad had been finished with you—after rounds and rounds of passionate love making and marking your skin with all sorts of bruises (especially love bites, tons of them), just to make it clear—to remind you—to whom you belong now.

After all, you're married to Sinbad and you belong solely to him and only him—so you still thinking of Kouen, after all these years and the damned work Sinbad had put into to have you return his love, makes Sinbad incredibly upset—mad even—and he had to stop himself from strangling you into unconsciousness, just to show who's your King.

~~~•~~~

Ja'far—as your friend—could only pity you, because despite your love for Sinbad was nothing but genuine sincere (and stupid naïve), Sinbads love to you was only a possession for him.

Sinbad wasn't Sinbad anymore, Ja'far knew this all too well—but you? You still believed it's the same Sinbad from childhood, who had been so heroic and promised you a better future.

And while Ja'far would always be on Sinbad side, he does pray to the heavens that you realise just how toxic Sinbad has become and free yourself from him.

To be tagged -> @hunn1e-bunn1e ,

[lovedbythemagimissjumpcity]

[alyss-spazz-penedo]

The flowers laid on your empty grave bloom bright across your skin

FFVII and Magi/Adventures of Sinbad crossover concept dump:

Cloud isn't interested in power or Kingship. He isn't interested in much of anything these days, really, save learning more about the latest world he's ended up in and maybe repaying a few inadvertent debts.

Unfortunately, this attitude means that the irritating, obstinate Djinn refuses to either accept him as a King or release him from it's Dungeon.

Cloud wanders the worlds as a largely immortal mercenary-of-sorts (bc of the mako, it acts as a Rukh-drawing substance in the world of Magi, and he's been in so much of it that it basically IS his blood now? Idk it's basically lifestream, it just follows different rules.) It means that he won't wither even if he doesn't eat, and that he can't die of exhaustion (though he CAN feel all of it, and it's uncomfortable.)

He's haunted by Aerith, who's a green-Rukh shadow that he personally can't see (but Magi and magicians can; instead of hovering Rukh-birds, it looks like there are flowers blooming all over him).

So he ends up in the Magi world through *shenanigans* and travels around a bit, learning as he goes? And he desperately wants his motorcycle back (they don't even have chocobos here) and maybe he washes up on the shores of Imuchakk where someone 'saves' him and tells him that it's a miracle he's alive! It's a really good thing they splurged on that medicine, or he might not have made it. (They saw his sword and figured he must be strong; the warrior who lugged he thing up struggled with it, but Cloud has a sheathe for it on his back so he must walk around with it normally even though he's tiny. Their cultural values dictate that he be given care.)

He didn't need the help—he would've been up in a few days, tops, no matter what they did—but now he's in their debt. This is a family of modest means, and they spent a hefty of their savings on him. Their kindness should be rewarded; he feels obligated to pay them back somehow.

There aren't a lot of very lucrative opportunities in this tribe though, unless he turns to piracy. It's an unappealing thought; he's done all kinds of work for a bit of coin before (save going to war—he'll starve and suffer before he enters that kind of battlefield again, no matter what the cause), but killing people has always been his last resort, and he charges extra for it when he can.

So he stays and works small jobs, going slowly.

~o0o~

He's talking to Aerith (who is less a voice in his head and more a gentle, chiding presence) when he feels eyes on him.

His weird Aerith-flowers and mana-not-magoi have attracted the attention of Yunan. Cloud catches the man staring (he still has his materia, and Sense is an ever-useful spell, so he sniffs Yunan right out when he feels someone watching him—to Yunan, one of the oddly colored flower buds on Cloud’s sword suddenly blooms and releases a hum of energy too fast for the man to cloak himself, and suddenly he has an aggressive SOLDIER all up in his face or smtg) and confronts him.

Yunan plays it off as interest in his sword. Is he really strong enough to use it properly?

Cloud lays one hand on the hilt. "Are you looking to find out?"

Yunan laughs, then says that he couldn't help but hear that Cloud was looking for ways to make a lot of money. Cloud warily affirms this. Yunan says that, if he really is a strong guy, he should try the Dungeon that-a-ways. They're mysterious and magical places, Dungeons, but there's a lot of power and treasure to be had if you can survive the dangers.

Cloud, savvy in various worlds and with some idea of what treasure-filled dungeons are like, thinks...

This is a pretty good idea.

So he asks around a bit, and finds out more about this dangerous place that people are forbidden from going into bc no one has ever come back. But he isn't someone the Imuchakk Chief commands, and he does not consider himself beholden to their laws; so off he goes.

He gets in and fights his way through the ice maze—not quite with ease, but extremely competently. He makes it to the treasure room and meets Valefor.

He doesn't want Valefor, though. He's not interested in the Djinn's power or being King of anything at all.

So Valefor refuses to accept him. And so the Dungeon continues on uncleared, with Cloud still trapped inside.

~(end of prologue I guess)~

Sinbad and Hinahoho enter the Dungeon just like in canon and meet Cloud, who introduces himself as a mercenary who's been stuck here a while. He offers to guide them through the Dungeon in exchange for a portion of the treasure, should one of them manage to clear it.

Neither of them are much interested in the treasure, only the power, so they agree, and Cloud leads them off with a warning of, "Be careful, the floor's slippery."

~o0o~

"I said I would guide you through the dungeon. I never said anything about fellow dungeon conquerors." Cloud raises his voice a little, just to be sure the other group can hear him. "Honestly I'd prefer it if you all didn't try to kill each other right now," more people making to the Treasure Room means it's more likely Valefor will actually pick someone, after all, "but I'm not going to get in your way either. Hurry up and fight if you're going to, and I'll see about leading whoever's left through the dungeon."

~o0o~

"Alright, this part we'll have to swim through," Cloud warns. He motions into the depths of the deceptively clear pool, where a tunnel through the stone is submerged. "There are a few monsters down there. I've made a deal with the master of this place—it's inhabitants won't attack me and I won't attack them—but that doesn't apply to you. So you lot are going to have to figure out how you intend to get past it on your own. I'll wait."

"What's up with those graves?" Vittel sounds more aggressive than bemused.

"Oh. They're the bodies of people who've wandered in here before." 

"Those on the water... are those Imuchakk funeral boats?" Hinahoho frowns at the charred husks of wood bobbing in a calm section of the lake. Fortunately, he doesn't seem offended.

"Yes. It seemed right. Their remains were identifiable." Cloud looks away. "The buried ones were not."

"Wait, you made all of these?"

The lady of the group hums softly as they all take a moment to eye the veritable forest of stone graves. There had been a lot of skeletons lying around, forgotten in various nooks and crannies. Collectively, the party looks at him with vaguely disbelieving expressions.

"I... had a lot of time on my hands." And a passing respect for the dead.

“How long have you been in here?” Hinahoho breathes, aghast. Cloud shrugs.

Valefor had mentioned, during one of the instances that the solitude wore at him enough for Cloud to seek out the djinn’s company, that time works differently in Dungeons.

Any amount of time might have passed in the world outside. Days, weeks, years, mere minutes?

But for Cloud, in here, it’s probably been months. Barely anything, considering how long he's already been alive.

~o0o~

"Who," the magnificent, towering form of Valefor booms, "would be King?"

One baleful eye peers down at the humans gathered at his feet. Two whole seconds later, the visage deflates into something casual and much less awe-inspiring."Tch, it's just you again, you nuisance?"

Cloud ignores the petulant grumbling with an ease that comes of exposure. "I brought some people to see you."

"Yes, yes," Valefor huffs. "Another unimpressive lot whose hands you held through my lovely dungeon. Bah. I should disqualify them all for that alone."

"Hey!" The little bandaged boy snaps up at the being.

"But perhaps a wager, hmm?" Valefor says, ignoring the outburst entirely. A vein twitches at Ja'far's temple. "If any of them can prove themselves better than you, I'll given them due consideration."

"Don't involve me in this." Cloud scowls up at Valefor. "You know I want someone to pass, right?"

"So you won't be trying to kill anyone?" The djinn gives a toothy, unfriendly grin. "You've already taken most of the challenge out of this place, you know. Take some responsibility, you brat." At Cloud's mulish silence, Valefor harrumphs. "How about this, then: if you don't play along, I won't choose any of these candidates. They won't have shown they're worthy of me."

"..." Cloud lowers his hand from his sword's hilt. "Fine."

"Alrighty then!" Valefor rubs his paws together in gleeful anticipation. "Then, candidates, this is your trial: see that pink ribbon on the pest's arm?" Everyone looks right at it. Cloud raises a protective hand self-consciously, not liking where this is going at all. Valefor's grin widens malevolently. "I don't care what happens to it, if it gets damaged or even destroyed, so long as you get it off him. The one who does so will be King."

"Oi!" Cloud snaps up at the djinn. Valefor cackles in reply.

"As you can see, he won't make it easy! So go as wild as you like." The wolf-like being settles down with the air of someone anticipating a good show. "There's no time limit or anything-"

"Valefor!" Cloud shouts, fingers clamping over Aerith's ribbon in a grip that would bruise on a normal person.

The djinn huffs, put-out. "Will you watch these children wither away and die slowly like all the previous ones, then? Play your part, Cloud."

That shuts the man up. A stricken look passes over his face, for all of a half-second before Ja'far pounces.

~o0o~

All six of them working together might be enough to overwhelm him, but they keep getting in each other’s way. Sinbad only manages to blast off one lightning strike (which Cloud countered with a quick Wall spell) before the others collectively take steps to ensure the boy doesn’t get the opportunity to do it again.

They go at it for hours, long enough for Valefor to start yawning and floating aimlessly. Eventually, though, things are finally start winding down.

“How the hell are you still standing?!” Ja’far pants, somehow drumming up the energy for anger when he can’t even get to his feet without shaking. “Are you secretly some kind of Dungeon monster or something?”

"You guys are hardly giving it your best showing-" Cloud starts to deflect, but Valefor interrupts him.

”I don’t appreciate my creatures being compared to this pest,” the djinn pipes up. He’s still floating above their heads in his less flattering form, looking bored and occasionally tossing quips. “But at this point, you're not precisely wrong. After all, my little ones are designed to live off of the magoi of the Dungeon; this annoyance has survived in here so long with no food because he’s doing the same.”

“What?!” Cloud winces at the collective shout. Fuck.

”Yup. So you lot, who have no such ability or the resources to match it, can’t possibly hope to outlast this guy. Better give everything you’ve got all at once!” The djinn leans forward on it’s elbows. “Otherwise you’ll all fail and start dying of exhaustion. I suppose that seeing who’s the last alive is also a way to narrow down my options, but it’ll be awfully tiresome to wait that long.”

So Valefor keeps goading them into attacking Cloud (who mostly fights defensively and occasionally lashes out to knock down someone attacking him) and, when one of them *cough Sinbad cough* gets the bright idea to just ask for the ribbon instead (Cloud wants someone to pass, right? So as long as the thing is returned unharmed, he wins too) Valefor taunts them into fighting each other for it.

"For a supposedly ancient djinn," Cloud remarks, mostly to himself, "your tactics sure are juvenile."

Sinbad gives him a piercing look. Sharp ears, that boy.

~o0o~

Eventually, Sinbad convinces the assassins to join his side by telling him of his dream to build a kingdom and offering them a place in it.

"You're included too, Cloud," Sinbad offers, bright-eyed and earnest. Cloud lifts a single eyebrow. If this is a ploy to get him to lower his guard, it's a fairly convincing one.

"No thanks. The only king I'm looking for is the one who'll make big, blue and fuzzy up there let me out."

Then Falan makes her move, and turns the three assassins into a giant monster a la canon. Valefor, who was intending to watch the candidates die of exhaustion if they couldn't figure this out, changes the task to defeating the Al Thamen mage, but the three unaffected candidates are utterly exhausted. Sin is on his last legs, having burned a fair chunk of his magoi in a few potshots at Cloud, but he still finds the strength to stop Cloud from blasting the Black Djinn bc that would kill those inside. The boy pulls out a plan to separate them and save the assassins instead, which the group follows, and it works. Even when Ja'far reforms into the beast, Sin manages to save him too.

~o0o~

Etc, etc, the trial's back on, everyone defers to Sin and agrees that he should get the Djinn's power. Cloud very reluctantly hands over the Ribbon, then immediately snatches it back after a tense five seconds. Valefor acknowledges Sin, Sham Lash's ambush forces outside the Dungeon get utterly wrecked by Cloud's Comet, and they split the treasure so the Cloud gets a significant chunk of gold, as promised.

Before they part ways (bc Cloud having no intention of serving Sin no matter how the boy wheedles), someone asks Cloud what he intends to do with his share of the treasure.

He has some debts to repay, the man answers. And... well, he really misses his motorcycle, so he's going to rebuild it now that he has the funds for all the metal and tools he'll have to commission.

(He knows some smithing, he'll figure it out. Fenrir the ...twelveth? Is waiting to be built.)

~o0o~

Idk some kind of Magi-canon epilogue where Cloud becomes the go-to messenger guy (herald? courier?) for Sinbad, king of Sindria, bc of how fast and relentlessly he can travel and bc Sin is determined to get Cloud in his employ somehow.

That or he's hunting down Alibaba, son of Rashid, to hear his side of the story bc Abmhad fed Sinbad a story that doesn't remotely mesh with what Rashid had to say about his youngest, and Sinbad's willing to part with a bit of coin hire Cloud to find the truth. (Maybe both, in a scene where Cloud comes back from a delivery to Artemyra—the ravine gives him no trouble, really—and finds that Sinbad has another job for him: Track down Alibaba—who didn't even change his name, honestly—and offer him a place in Sindria if his story's sympathetic.)

Notes:

- People came into the Dungeon before Sinbad's group, and Cloud tried to keep them alive. He was keeping them safe but not fed well, so they wasted away. Failing to come up with a solution, he went to confront Valefor and demand the Djinn let them out, possibly by accepting him as King.

But the Djinn has watched countless people fail and die. It's not a being moved by pity, only strength of character. And Cloud doesn't pass muster.

Valefor refused. Cloud tried to kill it. Valefor sort-of killed him back—the stagnation he commands is like a Slow spell that Cloud can counter with Haste and Esuna, but their stamina is both pretty much limitless in the magoi-laden Dungeon and Valefor has the upper hand in both strength and speed of regeneration. Cloud goes down first.

To Valefor's surprise, Cloud woke up a day or two later, pulling himself back together from the broken mess the Djinn had left his body in. The people he'd tried to save were huddled in the Treasure Room and pretty much on the verge of death now, having been too afraid to venture through the Dungeon without his protection; he learns of Imuchakk funerary rites from them, and does his best once they pass on.

(He can't save them. His blood and flesh are too mako-poisoned for them to eat, the Dungeon creatures are more magoi than actual nutrients, and the water only buys them a week or so of time. The mortals live until their last days in the hope that someone else will enter the Dungeon, someone capable of clearing it where they've all failed, who will save them.

No one does.)

- (Cloud warming up to Sinbad)

“...No? Nothing?” Sinbad looks childishly disappointed at Cloud's deadpan response to his bad joke.

“Your sense of humor needs work.”

The King harrumphs. “I’ll get you to laugh someday, I’m sure.”

“If you say so.”

“I‘m perfectly capable of it. I built this entire kingdom, you know,” Sinbad waspishly points out.

“How impressive,” Cloud comments, in his most unimpressed tone, just to see the pout that earns him. One side of his lips angles up in the slightest of smiles.

[ethereii]

ohtaka, designing fathers for her mangas: no…. something isn’t right. something is missing..

*erases one leg*

ohtaka: much better, now it’s complete

[kiwkii]

MAGI HAS BEEN MY HYPERFIXATION SINCE I WAS 13 and this man is my one true love

PLEASE WATCH MAGI I WILL GIVE U $2

[pigtailedgirl]

OKAY SEXIES!

My memory of this show and god I loved them even if it was the dumbest.

They had smokin chemistry.

[whentheynameyoujoy]

Thirty years later, still don't know if I want to be the big-titted snarky sword-wielding sorceress with a tragic past via her magicked animal companion, or if I want to fuck the big-titted snarky sword-wielding sorceress with a tragic past via her magicked animal companion.

[tzigone]

Sinbad's thoughts on Maeve, Dermott, and Rumina

One thing that's interesting is that, even at the end of The Vengeance of Rumina, Maeve doesn't share the truth of Dermott's nature with Sinbad. She's just not ready to open up with that.

I have this sort of headcanon where she told her family (yes, they are alive) what happened, but they all think she went mad from grief over Dermott's death. They love her. They loved Dermott. But they do not believe her, and she realizes she has to save him on her own. So she's understandably hesitant to tell others. Certainly at this point, Sinbad would believe her, though. I do wonder what he actually thinks the story is.

I think he realizes Dermott was a human cursed into being a hawk. He knows Dermott was close to Maeve and he can figure out it wasn't a romantic relationship. It's not a huge leap to a brother, but I'm not at all sure he's thought about it, because I'm not sure he cares about figuring out the puzzle. He doesn't need to know. Helping Maeve is the priority and a secondary hope may be that she could trust him enough to share it.

[the-feathered-dragon-hoard]

But also a restless one. He knows how to cut his own heart for his goals, because his heart has been cut before and he survived. (Like, leaving the villagers he grew up with to die).

Fans always talk about Sinbad’s reaction to when Ja’far dies in Zepar’s dungeon:

(snb 100, SenseScans)

But what about Serendine turning into a big black medium? 

(snb 174 TranslationTeam.Tumblr)

Or when he finds Mystras died?

(snb 166) 

And Bonus: don’t forget when Drakon told him his assimilation was from his Djinn

(snb 60, SenseScans)

Let’s face it, Sinbad’s got a big heart.

[megumismyhusband]

sinbad was relentless.

it started as a game—teasing him, making him work for your attention, watching as the ever-so-charming king of sindria struggled to win you over. but somewhere along the way, the game stopped being just a game. somewhere between his lingering glances, his effortless laughter, and the way he always, always made sure you were taken care of, you found yourself teetering on the edge of something dangerously real.

still, you held out.

but sinbad never wavered.

he showed up at your clinic with excuses that grew weaker by the day. “just checking in,” he’d say, as if you didn’t know he’d been healed by your magic not even a week ago. he sought you out at banquets, at meetings, even during the quiet moments before sunset, when the world slowed and it was just the two of you standing on the palace balcony with the ocean breeze in your hair.

“tell me,” he mused one evening, voice low, warm, hopeful. “how much longer do I have to chase you?”

you should have teased him. you should have smirked, leaned in close, and left him hanging just like you always did.

but for once, you didn’t feel like playing.

instead, you turned to him, eyes soft, lips curving into something genuine.

“not much longer,” you admitted, before finally, finally closing the distance between you.

[lovedbythemagimissjumpcity]