Dreamworks, let them hug and kiss goddamit!
I imagine, that the crew didn’t leave immediately after the movie finale, but stayed for a few days until their ship was properly repaired. King Dymas generously granted them the best shipwrights and craftsmen for the repairs and Proteus in turn spent some time with Sinbad’s crew. Drunk shenanigans ensue.
Marina is relieved to see Proteus FINALLY act on his feelings since he basically could never shut up about his childhood best friend that disappeared for a century. The OT3 are unseparable until the crew leaves Syracuse to girlboss their way through the world. Minus Proteus because of his princely duties. Sinbad and Marina do however visit him regularly and bring him the most ridiculous souvenirs from their adventures.
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a/n: here is a little sinbad: lotss drabble! don’t know if the fandom is still out there but here is my humble brain rot… enjoy! (reblogs are greatly appreciated <3)
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Sinbad stands alone in the quiet of the balcony alcove, away from the hubbub of the party. It’s a rare sight, thinks Proteus, as he creeps up behind him, pressing a cold cup to his cheek. “You’re not one to miss a party,”
With a grin mirroring his, Sinbad takes the cup, leaning forward on the white marble railing. “It’s nice up here,”
Proteus leans against the pillar, shooting an amused glance his way before his eyes land on the sunset beyond the horizon. “Are we getting sentimental now?”
Sinbad chuckles, a deep sound that resembles more of a purring tiger. “That’s usually you, Proteus. Today, I seek quiet. Tomorrow,” Sinbad briefly steals a glance to his left; Proteus is still lost in the melting colours of the sky, his gaze faraway, like he’s floating amidst the shifting colours and clouds. Sinbad looks away with an inward sigh, unable to say what they both already know.
The party is still raging on; discordant conversations and excited hollering ring out amidst the commotion, followed by a series of barks and screams, and the music effortlessly picks up once more.
Proteus lets out a breathy chuckle, taking another sip from his cup. “Marina too, isn’t she? She’s also leaving,”
“Yeah,” Sinbad says with a shake of his head. “She’s got her own ship now, and a dedicated crew… all in such short time.” he frowns, “I think she might be better at this than I am.”
This elicits a laugh from Proteus, and Sinbad relaxes, looking up as their gazes meet.
“Marina comes very close,” Proteus puts down his chalice and steps forward. He tugs Sinbad’s collar, straightening out the creases of his blazer. His hand brushes over his chest as if to dust away something, his motions deliberate. “But no one does it as best as you,”
Sinbad almost swoons as Proteus’s cologne washes over him, but he steadies himself, desperately focusing on the little mole by his lower lip.
“What else am I best at?” Sinbad says quietly, just for their ears. Proteus’s eyes light up with a knowing grin.
“Why don’t you show me?”
Sinbad groans, unable to take anymore of his teasing and he closes the distance between them to catch his lips in a deep, fervour-filled kiss. His hands wrap around his waist and another carts through his hair, let down in loose waves tonight. Proteus backs him up against the railing, hands gripping the marble on either side of them as he deepens the kiss. There’s something urgent about the way he’s pressing into him, snuffing out the slightest space between them, angling his head to grant Sinbad deeper access into his mouth.
They only separate when their lungs scream for air, and even then they don’t step apart; their foreheads press as they catch their breath, and Proteus’s hand comes to rest on his wrist. Their hands are the same size and calloused, but Sinbad’s is rougher, while Proteus’s fingers are slender, familiar to the sword and pen. It’s a great difference, and he wonders briefly how Marina’s hands look like now.
Sinbad turns his over to weave their fingers together. “I’ll write often,” he offers this assurance, to which even Proteus seems dissatisfied.
“I only need one thing from you, Sinbad,” he leans away to get a good look at him. “That you stay safe, and return to me in one piece.”
A beat of silence, the crashing of waves against stone beneath them, and the droning of a party behind. “Those are two things,” he points out.
Proteus breaks into a smile, eyes crinkling and he shakes his head.
Sinbad traces his finger over his heart in a cross motion. “If not, Eris can-”
Proteus clamps a hand over his mouth. “Come on, Sinbad.”
He relents with a gleeful grin.
“Shall we return to the party?” Proteus asks, picking up his chalice.
Sinbad glances toward the sea. The skies are a dim, dusty blue now, swallowing the last minutes of daylight as pinpricks of silver begin to dot the skies. The views out at sea cannot compare, but there’s nothing quite like a starry night over Syracuse.
“Not yet,” Sinbad finds his hand once more, resting them on the cool marble. “Lets stay a little longer.”
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