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(Read description for warnings...and everything else) The young boy stood there, emerald eyes wide and body slack. Just a few seconds ago, he had been struggling against the large arms that held him back, a rough grip bruising his tiny arms. He'd been so desperate, so eager to go ahead, to run and run until he could reach you... It didn't work, of course it didn't. You didn't want it to as well, not really. You didn't want your little boy hurt, be it from the people surrounding you or the hot embers currently burning your flesh. There was a time you had hoped this wouldn't happen. There was a time you had wished and hoped and prayed that if

    People wandered around the showcase, viewing all of the machines and contraptions, while you and the group congratulated Hiro. He had a shy smile on his face, his cheeks a hint of pink. You could hardly hear what he was mumbling over Honey Lemon and Fred being so loud.    "Alright!" said Aunt Cass, "Dinner's on me!"    "Yes!" Fred fist-bumped the air. "Nothing's better than free food! Unless it's moldy..."    Hiro held your hand as everyone headed out the door. The cool air gently hit you in the face, cooling down your flushed face. The stars calmly lit the night sky as people exited the building. SFIT balloons were floating weightl

Daddy!Sinbad x Reader (S/N) = Son Name ⭐ (Name) was sitting on the balcony of her room. The weather in Sindria was splendid, like every days in her beautiful country. She could see the ocean afar, the waves were nice and allow the ships to sail safe. As the wind blew softly in her (h/l) hair, she had that feeling that time has finally come. She stood up and went in the room close to her, right in front of her to be exact. It was on her demand that this room wasn’t the next to her, she wanted its owner had a minimum of freedom. Not that much of course, it was still a kid. She was about to come in, when she heard a child voice

Sinbad quite couldn't understand how (Name), you, were immune to his charms. The answer was a lot simpler than the High King of the Seven Seas thought of; a broken heart. The worst thing in the world was the feeling of an aching heart either it be from wanting to be near someone or ripped out and shattered into a million of pieces. Love was suffocating and it was a suffocation that you wanted to avoid at all coast. Too bad your heart wouldn't listen to you brain. Sinbad first fell in love with you when he heard you singing. Many people compared your voice to that of an angel yet most of the time it was sorrowful. He wanted to know what fool

Alright, now he was confused, what had just happened? The mister with the white hair seemed about to faint and the king was crying! “Mom... What have you written?” he asked internally. Finally, he took the letter from the king’s hands and read it quickly. Now he was the one who was about to faint. He an heir prince? Was the king his father? WHAT ON EARTH? “Ok, this is too much” was his thought before fainting on the ground. The noise brought the two adults to reality. Sinbad realised two things, one: his son was on the ground with the letter of [First name] and two: he was crying. He dried his tears and took the

When Adras came to Sindria he was impressed by the prosperous and charming kingdom. He had heard rumours but... it was awesome. He stared to walk towards the royal palace, why? Well to be honest he didn’t know it either, his mother just told him to go and hang in that letter to the king. What was that? He always hated that part of her, she loved the mysteries too much. Sometimes he couldn’t stand it. But, come on! Was it so difficult to tell him what was going on with that letter? Even then he still loved her and hers mysteries. They were very entertaining, really entertaining. Going back to the letter, perhaps the king could give

Dear Sinbad: Don’t hate me for this, I ask you for it as a favour. This is my last request so give it to me, forget me. Of course it isn’t what I want but, it is the best for you. If I think about it in fact I’m causing the opposite effect. If I ask you for it in this way, my death will become in a wound which instead of heal will be burned in your memory with this letter and it’ll be there forever. In that way you will never be able to forget me. Yes, I’m egoist, but you’re manipulative. Cause of that I’ll let you all, my reproach, my regret and my desires, in this letter. It is a last will after

"Get back here!" An obviously angry shop keeper yelled at the tiny thief. (Name) ran through the streets like her life depended on it- that is until she ran into a certain purplenette. He soon spotted the shop keeper that was in high pursuit of (Name) and the stolen fruit that was in her hands. "STOP!" Sinbad's deep voice boomed throughout the streets, causing looks to be thrown at him and the scene he made. The shop keeper immediately came to a halt, an angry look still clear on his face." That little brat stole from my fruit stand!" He exclaimed glaring daggers at the little girl, who shrunk under his gaze hiding behind Sinbad in fear." Bu

SEQUEL TO 'USE (SINBAD X READER) AND 'BROKEN AND USED (SINBAD X READER). Dreams haunt you every single night. Dreams of them. Not a single day passes without you remembering Sindria. It is where your heart is—your son and the man who is ultimately both your life and your death. You cry yourself to sleep every night, hands trembling in their grief, in their desperation to hold onto something, and you find yourself breaking a little bit more with each setting of the sun. Sometimes, even though you know you told him not to, you wonder if he tells your son of you. Of your legacy, of the life you left behind, of the daft choices you made

"Wake up!" Your hand met his head, shocking the Sindrian king awake. He jolted awake, head snapping back to attention. Seeing you glare at him, he leaned back onto his comfy chair. "_________, another pile of work? I'm tired..." He groaned, burying his head into his arms. Slamming the thick pile of papers onto his desk, you felt satisfied at his depressed face. "Sin, you can sit and mark those papers. What about me? Or Jafar? We run around and deliver papers. What's more, when you create trouble..." "Don't be such a nag! Sindria wouldn't be here if not for your efforts!" Holding up a hand to stop your complaints, you started tapping your f