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shifter-101 · 5 days ago

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HIIIII!! Welcome back from your hiatus! I’m so glad you returned unlike so many others :) I love all the Sinbad fics you’ve written!! Especially the Sinbad with wife reader jealousy headcannons, I love myself a jealous man.

Do you think you could write another one? In which Sinbad gets jealous over his wife lightly complaining to another man about how Sinbad won’t have kids with her yet, And the other man pretty much says he wouldn’t wait if he were Sinbad?

lol sorry if that’s weird ;) bye bye!!

HIIII!! 💕😭 Thank you SO much for the warm welcome back—seriously, this message made my day. I missed writing for Sinbad so much, and seeing messages like this just makes me want to dive right back in! I’m also super glad you liked the jealous!husband headcanons—because SAME. I love myself a slightly possessive king 😌

AND I LOVE UR REQUEST SM?!?! It's not weird at all hehe <3 here you go!

You hadn’t meant for it to be anything serious—just a quiet little sigh slipped into a casual conversation over wine at one of Sindria’s more laid-back evening gatherings. You were seated with a few trusted members of the court, including one of the older advisors who had always treated you kindly. The conversation had turned toward family, and when the question floated your way, you just smiled and shrugged lightly.

“I just wish he was ready,” you murmured, taking a small sip from your cup. “I think I want a baby more than he does…”

It wasn’t bitter. Not even sad. Just wistful. A truth you didn’t voice often.

The man beside you chuckled, shaking his head. “If I were Sinbad, I wouldn’t be hesitating. A woman like you? I’d be thanking the gods you even asked.”

You laughed—awkward, surprised—and waved it off politely, not thinking much of it.

What you didn’t realize was that Sinbad, on his way into the hall, had heard the tail end of that little exchange.

He hadn’t been listening on purpose. He’d just been walking by, half-focused on greeting guests, until the sound of your voice cut through the din like a sharp little pinprick. And then that man's voice—“I wouldn’t be hesitating”—hit him like a slap.

Something cold twisted in Sinbad’s gut.

He didn’t barge in. Didn’t cause a scene. But something in his expression shifted as he continued into the room—his smile dimmed just enough to show strain at the edges, and his eyes, sharp and unreadable, locked onto you with a kind of silent urgency.

For the rest of the evening, he barely left your side. His touch lingered longer than usual—his hand at the small of your back, his fingers brushing your shoulder, a kiss pressed just a little too possessively to your temple when you spoke to others. Always warm. Always smiling. But there was a simmer just beneath the surface.

Later that night, behind the safety of your chamber doors, he didn’t let go of you.

“So,” he said, voice low and quiet, arms wrapped firmly around your waist, “I heard something interesting today.”

You blinked, confused. “What?”

He looked down at you, eyes dark. “That you want a baby. And some idiot thinks he could give you what I haven’t.”

Your breath caught. The jealousy in his voice was unmistakable—and, if you were honest with yourself, a little thrilling.

“Sinbad—”

“He’s wrong,” he cut in, brows furrowed as his grip on you tightened. “If he thinks I don’t want that with you—he’s dead wrong. I’ve just been trying to protect you from the mess of my life. I didn’t want you pulled deeper into all the chaos that follows me.”

His voice dropped, low and thick with something deeper. “But if you want a baby…” He leaned in, backing you slowly toward the bed with that fierce determination in his eyes, “then you’re getting one. And no one—no one—but me will ever give you that.”

You barely had time to answer before his mouth was on yours, possessive and intent, like he needed to remind both you and himself exactly who you belonged to.

The next morning, not a single meeting was on his schedule.

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shifter-101 · 6 days ago

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GUYS! WOMAN!

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shifter-101 · 7 days ago

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the morning bliss he brings

Lord Morpheus x Reader

not my gif, credits to the owner.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes but be nice about it!

Summary: Dream Lord guards your dreams in hope of finding himself in them.

Warnings: literally none? this ones just sweet and fluff and a tiny itsy bitsy angsty? dunno.

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Waking up in the morning was always the hardest part of your day. It was like fighting the need of never leaving your dreams, those perfect places made out of your hopes and wishes. Always drunk in the bliss of resting in a place where your worries wouldn’t chase you.

Slowly —almost sweetly— the chirping birds and the bright sunrays covered your senses coaxing you to come back to the waking world. It always welcomed you with it's warm embrace that never failed to make you feel goosebumps.

But this morning wasn’t just the sun you woke up to.

He looked just like a dream, which was understandable since that was one of his many names.

You love calling him that, Dream. It was the first name of his that he gave you and the one that rolled the sweetest on your tongue.

Morpheus was currently sitting on your armchair, in front of the coffee table. An open book was lying on his lap, probably from your own bookshelf. His eyes were closed and he had his fingers intertwined under his chin.

He definitely knew you were awake, but refused to acknowledge it. Too focused in whatever thought he was stressing himself out with.

You sighed, sleepily still. Rubbing your eyes, you convinced yourself that getting out of the couch was the least of your priorities at the moment. Not when everything around you was designed to make you feel embraced and supported in warmth.

Looking back at your Dream, you smiled. And just when you were about to call for him out loud, someone beat you at talking.

“He’s been like that for ages” you jump a little, taken by surprise by Matthews’ voice sounding too close to you. You turned your head towards him “Not sure what he’s thinking about, though” the black raven, loyal companion of Morpheus, was perched on the back of the same couch you slept the whole night on.

“Probably in that he has to go and feed the birds at the park” you flash a smile to your singular friend, who gave you a way too human-like scoff.

“Please, he doesn’t even feed me” you huff a small laugh at the raven’s joke.

“Perhaps if you didn’t criticize every step I take, you would actually have time to put food in your beak”

Matthew jumped down to rest on your side, his small claws squeezing the skin of your hip softly two times— calling for your attention at his next jab “Someone can’t take a joke” the raven whispered looking at you, only to then turn towards his master “I shall go to the kitchen to press more buttons, my Lord, but this time the coffee machine’s ones” and with that overly played impression of Morpheus’ accent, the bird took flight disappearing in the kitchen in matter of seconds.

You looked at Morpheus with a smile. He was still with his eyes closed “You shouldn’t have taught him that” he said, his words dragging lazily.

You chuckle sweetly, remembering how at the beginning of the week Matthew learnt how to operate the coffee machine without breaking it in the process. Morpheus watched the two of you in silence, knowing better than anyone that your little shenanigans consisted in a ten percent of the goal of learning a new skill and ninety percent in annoying him. It was the way you and his raven bonded: the amusement you both got out of making Morpheus grumpier than usual.

Now, Matthew insisted every morning to make you coffee and you didn’t have the heart to deny the overly sugared mug.

You closed your eyes, snuggling even further under the covers “Good morning, Dream”.

When you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you “Good morning” he said with a voice deeper that the ocean you were dreaming about a few minutes ago.

The sun, entering from your window, bathed the whole apartment in a beautiful light. Morpheus, in the center of the scene, looked glorious. Godly like. The warm rays bathing all his features and making him look soft in all the right places.

“I can tell it was a good night sleep”

Your sweet smile turned into an amused one “When I ask for your help to sleep, you didn’t have to watch over me the whole night”

“How else am I going to make sure you’re sleeping well?” he inquired, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

Cheeky little god.

You raised an eyebrow “You are the king of the Dreaming, sweetheart”

The corners of his lips pulled totally upwards thanks to the nickname you gave him “With you, it’s not enough” his voice was hushed, a murmur that lulled you into an incredibly flutered state in the most delicious way.

You sighed, trusting that with your eyes closed it wouldn't sound too dreamingly “You still can’t find me in there?”

“We’re not sure where you go when you sleep, that is the reason why I need to keep an eye on you for now”

“How is that even possible?”

“Well, you do have the same magic I use to nourish the Dreaming inside of you” he explained “It’s not hard to hypothesize that the reason we don’t find you back home is because you simply don’t want us to”

You nod slowly, wanting to agree with him. You came from a long bloodline filled with magic. Your power was a gift from Dream to one of your ancestors and those same powers bled down your family line for centuries. When you met him, it was the first time someone of your own saw him after a really long time.

At first, he came to you for your magic. Needed it back to retrieve his stolen amulets, the ones he lost to the pretender Roderick Burgess. And when instead of giving him your gifts, you offered him your help… he was intrigued to see firsthand what his powers could give to a simple mortal like you.

But that was a long time ago, when you still wouldn’t call each other a friend and the only worry between the both of you was the possibility of losing your power to the other.

“So, why?” he questioned. You open your eyes to look at him confused, then he insists “Why don’t you want us to find you in there?”

You frowned, dropping your smile “Dream. If I knew I would’ve corrected it already, don’t you think?”

“No nightmares, no bad dreams, only happiness” the man recalled your first conversation on the matter, not even stopping to listen to your point “And you don’t let any other entity to get closer to your mind but me”

"You just said you could not find me in there" because it sounded like he was getting at a dangerous point, an overwhelming conclusion.

"It's not the only way you shared your mind with me" Morpheus explained his point "When you offered your magic to help my cause, you had to let me in. Why are you keeping me out now?"

You sat on your sofa, the warm cover falling to your lap. You tried to ignore the implication of his concerns: it wasn't the fact that a dream or a nightmare could not reach your mind, it was that himself could not craddle it with his own intentions.

"I'm not doing it on porpuse" you defended yourself.

"But that's the only explanation I can offer you" he stood up and got impossibly close to you. You had to tip your head up to look into his eyes that were looking down to yours. You were filled with surprise when you saw a bit of hesitation on his features.

"What are you thinking about?" you whisper softly, worried about him pondering himself into misery.

"You are casting me out"

The accusation almost makes you jump from your seat "I am not" you shake your head side to side.

"You're keeping your mind beyond my reach, you've been doing it this whole time" he interrupted you before you could defend yourself again "On purpose or not and you're doing it because there's something you don't want me to see"

"Why are you taking this so personal?" you insist, a bit desperate.

"Because the alternative is that you're keeping an endless out of your mind— because there's something in there you don't want a cosmic entity to see" his cold tone stole your breath away "Which is the most dangerous and threatening thing you could do against someone of my kinship"

You stay in silence for a few seconds "I'm not keeping anything away from you"

"You're keeping yourself away from me" he whispered, mindlessly and filled with disapointment.

"I'm right here" you whispered, distraught "I don't understand this accusation—"

"What are you dreaming about?" hard. Unbending.

"I—" you felt tears welling up in your eyes "I told you" you croak out, standing up and circling him "I need to see what Matthew's doing"

"I forced Matthew back into the Dreaming— I need to understand what are you doing. We need to discuss this. What are you dreaming about?" he demanded. you gave your back to him.

"I told you about it, Dream" you voice was a plea "It's always something nice, something that makes me feel just right. Tonight it was the ocean. Blue and dark and—"

And you— you thought to yourself. So awfully and beautifully you.

You face him, not finding a safe haven from his questioning.

"I do not understand it" he insists "And I need to understand you, before the alternative becomes unbearable to ignore"

You adverted your eyes from him, looking out your window. A tear rolled down your face and you dry it quickly before he accused you of using the against him.

"You accuse me of casting you out" you tried to hide a sob "You believe in the good in this world, and yet that's not what you think me out to be"

"This is not a matter I'm bringing to you lightly" he insists, stepping closer with urgency.

You cross your arms, just to hold yourself for a moment and then you smile sadly at him.

"I can't believe this morning started feeling like one of my dreams and now it's turning into this nightmare" you tilt your head to the side, a tear rolling straight to your earlobe.

Morpheus stayed in silence, looking intently at you for a few seconds.

Suddenly, realization brightened up his face.

"Why did you feel the need to keep this from me?"

"I didn't even know I was keeping this away from you until Lucienne made me list my dreams to her" you whispered "I suppose some part of me thought that one glance to my dreams and you would understand"

"Show me"

"Dream" you begged "Why do you wish to humiliate me like this?"

"I need to know" he got closer to you in an instant, so suddenly that he took your breath away "Share your mind with me again"

You look up at him, eyes bluer than any sky you could imagine— more inviting than any waters you could dream of.

And if you didn't know any better, you would think that was a plea.

"If I do that, my mind won't be the only thing I would be sharing with you" you breath out, feeling a bit helpless.

"What is the wrong in that"

You looked intently into his eyes.

He looked away from you, turning his face to your window "Admidts of a confession and you're still keeping your love away from me"

"I'm keeping my heart" you almost need to sob "I don't want to expose it just because you need something to be proven"

He turned his face to you again "I believe in you, I don't need anything to be proven to me"

"Then why are you demanding my mind?"

"Because it's the only way I get to protect my heart"

Somehow that took your breath away in an instant.

And without even attempting to, you allow a wave of your ocean crawl onto his shore as you feel his hands cupping your jaw. Eyes closed, breathing jagged and tears feeding his hunger.

Your mind opens up, and your heart bursts into emotion as soon as your feet touch the evergreen grass of the Dreaming— summer breeze caressing your skin and sunshine hitting against your closed eyelids.

As your eyes open, he´s standing tall in front of you still. Dark and glistening, eyes of deep gold and fire burning at the hem of his black tunic.

And just as it began, you force yourself to wake up.

Back home, back in your apartment.

You need to take a step back, but he doesn´t let you get far as he smirks widely at you.

Cheeky little god.

"Cheating darling girl, you barely showed yourself" he cups your jaw securely once again, face contorting around amusement as you let a smile creep in too.

"I've shown enough" you counterpart, a bubble of giddiness about to explode in your inside.

He contemplates you in silence, eyes traveling around your face "I will see all of it—" he warns "—even if I have to take it out of you caress after caress-"

"Dream Lord" you warn, the formality foreign in your tongue.

"Lady enchantress" he warns as well, playful and too close to happiness for you to stand on your offense for long.

You look around his face, shaking your head as your nose bumps against his "I can't dare to dream about you anymore"

Dream stands in silence at that, "In counterpart, you'll find a piece of you all around the fabric of my Dreaming—" he rasps, forehead nudging against yours "Inspiration used to be something I gave away, now I´m tempted to keep it all to myself"

"Mellow and needy" you accuse him.

"All the more reason for you to stop casting my love away" he demands softly, almost as a plead.

"In exchange I would demand far more consideration when giving me dreams" you shift slightly, lips kissing the palm of the creator.

"Demanding and needy" he accuses you now "Always getting your way around me"

And just when you´re about to talk once again, a high pitch croak can be heard "Is rather rude to cast me away when needing alone time, my Lord" Matthew's voice is heard. He's standing on the window frame.

You chuckle.

Morpheus sighs in annoyance, "Tell Lucienne I heard her calling the first time"

Matthew croaks once again, "Boss Lady just wanted to make sure" and then he was off.

You look back at Morpheus, and he´s already looking at you.

"Consideration you will have, dazzling creature" he reassures you softly.

And before he goes, his lips tingle against yours.

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shifter-101 · 11 days ago

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I’ve had this idea of Sinbad with a princess reader, that’s doomed by the narrative destined to be married off to solve political headaches.

I like to think Sinbad in his later years would let his ego get in the way of his feelings and not realize until it was almost or already too late.

If you feel like it I would LOVE it if you’d write something for how you think Sinbad would stop a marriage altogether, or rescue his love from an unwanted marriage?

I hope that all makes sense😭💕 not everyone can be as good at writing as you are, I LOVE your work thank you for keeping Sinbad alive!!!💕

HI ANON!! I love this suggestion so much I had to do this one after my long hiatus (I apologize for that) hope you enjoy hehe 💞💞

♡

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> "You're the strongest man I know," you said, voice low, fingers brushing his hand like it was already leaving. "But even strength can't undo fate."

> "Then I'll stop pretending to be strong," he whispered. "Just don’t go."

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They told you from the time you were twelve that your marriage would never be yours.

A royal daughter is not a person — she’s a strategy. And this strategy had a name: Prince Rihad of Arakk. He was boring, pompous, and safe. A tidy solution to a war that had not yet begun.

Sinbad had known the news for weeks before you did. Of course he had — kings aren’t given the luxury of being surprised. And yet, when you told him in private, his expression didn’t flicker.

“Congratulations,” he said.

The word left a mark more than any sword could. You smiled politely, dipped your head, and pretended it didn’t feel like drowning.

Because Sinbad — radiant, dangerous, undeniable Sinbad — had always looked at you like a man who saw everything, but never touched. His pride had made a throne out of restraint.

You used to think that meant he didn’t care.

You were wrong.

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The wedding procession was announced the week after. There would be a parade. Dignitaries. A crown.

No one asked if you wanted it. As if your opinion on your own future didn't matter to them all.

You didn’t expect Sinbad to do anything. Maybe that’s what hurt the most — not that he didn’t stop it, but that he didn’t try. He still met with you like nothing had changed. He still smiled like the ocean — wide, mysterious, beautiful, and completely out of reach.

So when the ceremony day arrived, you stood silent in gold and ivory, heart beating like it wanted to escape your chest. You were led into the great hall.

And that’s when it happened.

The doors slammed open.

He walked in, unapologetically late, clad in purple and steel, cloak billowing behind him like a storm. He wasn’t smiling.

“I object,” Sinbad said — no hesitation, no jest, just heat. “This union is void under international clause 47 of the Sindrian Treaty Agreement.”

Gasps. Confusion.

The priest fumbled, your fiancé turned red, and the audience buzzed like wasps. But Sinbad’s eyes found yours across the room — and that was when you saw it.

His mask was gone.

You saw grief. Want. Regret — and something more terrifying: hope.

Then he spoke again, softer now, just for you.

“You asked me once if I could ever love someone more than my kingdom.” A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. “I didn’t answer, because I thought love made kings weak.”

He stepped closer. You couldn’t breathe.

“I was wrong.”

And then — without asking permission — he knelt.

“I can’t take back the time I wasted pretending I didn’t feel this. But I can ask you not to leave me behind.”

The room faded. You stepped toward him, slowly, hands trembling as you touched his cheek.

“Finally,” you whispered.

And you didn’t care about the scandal when you kissed him.

You both ran, laughing and giggling as if you weren't going to be on every paper the next day.

And Sinbad? He called it the smartest decision of his life.

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AAANDD I'm done!! Hopefully you like this anon !! I'll hopefully be writing a lot more now! Feeding the Magi fans is now my top priority 💗

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