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iimuchakk · 4 years
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Seven seas babies AU - The Journey
Hinahoho’s babies xxx
The five little beans and their father are so excited to go back to Sindria to see Kikiriku and the other’s it’s not even funny
If it wasn’t for all the commotion Hinahoho could of sworn he saw Ahanu smile...
Catori is already getting together her favorite clothes and weapons, whilst Aponi’s already packed
She’s desperate to get a tan
poor babies so pale
Of course Bodaway and Badzill are super duper excited!
People back in Sindria aren't use to their pranks and mischief
they’re pretty sure big bro Ja’far will appreciate the break from work to deal with them
unless he decides the break from work grants him permission to break their necks
wouldn’t be surprising
Turns out, Hinahoho didn’t realize how hard it was going to be keeping himself and five children all together on one ship despite its gigantic size
“Give me back my hair brush Catori!” 
“No Aponi this is mine!”
“DADDY!”
Too much drama for the poor Imuchakk man!
The twin boys are no better
Every second he looks away he has a new note attached to his back
At least Ahanu is being calm at least
Actually, where is Ahanu?
“OH MY SOLOMON STOP WRESTLING SHARKS!”
He’s pretty sure if Rurumu was alive they’d be to scared to pull this crap
How long is the journey over seas again?
A few months?
oh great.
how fun.
Meanwhile, Kikiriku just drinks all the alcohol he can get his hands on
Knowing family time is not always fun time
but annoying time
Ja’far’s babies xxx
Rabi has never looked so hyperactive
and that’s bad
because he is usually hyperactive anyways
has only ever met Hinahoho’s family once when they were very young
not including Kikiriku, who he is rather close with
and that’s about it
Ja’far is just as excited but shows it in smaller doses 
he’s told Rabi a bit about his old friends
though most of Rabi’s information comes from uncle sin and Drakon, who are less busy then his dad
Ja’far has to actually organize everyone's arrivals and their journeys through letter’s and magic circles, so it’s no surprise he’s tired
“No need to threat dad. I’m sure some magic trick’s will cheer you up!”
They don’t
they really don’t Rabi
So Rabi moves on
Trying to decide what color looks best on him since he’s pretty sure ginger hair is hard to match with
decide’s to go with pink, he feels it brings out his eyes
Sinbad applaud’s him on his extravagant choice
Kikiriku, Spyro and Sadiq don’t want to break his little heart and tell him he looks terrible so they just...smile(?)
Ja’far and wife-co decide an awkward thumbs up is probably best in this situation
At least the other’s arriving are all excepting...
Sinbad’s babies xxx
Does not care
Sadiq has no interest with meeting these people
From the stories he’s been hearing they’re all
tiny, flat chested
over grown
cocky, big headed
spineless, overly religious
boring, emotionless
crazy wizard people!
He already has enough of that with Rabi
boi needs no more of that craziness in his life
Sinbad’s been trying to get him excited
offering him Sharrkan’s guidance as a sword fighting teacher because -
“Your foot work really need’s work. Perhaps when you learn to control yourself better in battle, you can be as good as me~?”
g l a r e
nothing else really changes
goes about his day as usual
mentally curses the fact his dad is more clingy then usual
spends a lot of him time in the garden hiding in the bushes whilst everyone else’s happily awaits the arrival of the others
angrily chews on some near by leaves
Where’s Spyro when you need him?
Drakon’s babies xxx
Is really scared about meeting everyone
His parents speak really fondly of the old generals, and he’s worried his appearance might scare them
Tries to find something nice to wear that hide’s most of him away whilst still looking approachable
Saher laughs at him
points to Drakon
“If they can put up with his face then your looks will be easy to cope with.”
“Jee thanks mom.”
If you couldn’t tell that was sarcastic
Spyro also wants to show of a little
just a little...
and decides to make the training ground look nice and civilized so he can invite someone back to spar with
wants to show everyone he’s strong
since it’s the only quality he really like’s about himself
Is dragged to Rabi’s room to watch the boy practically cat walk his outfits
“Yes Rabi you look beautiful. CanIPleaseLeave?”
Can’t find Sadiq anywhere and is very worried
Until Kikiriku tell’s him he saw him chewing on plants that he’s fine
Spartos babies xxx
Very casual journey
wifu stays at home to keep everything in order
Spartos is practically pining after her as soon as the boat leaves the harbor
Elizabeth and Junior have never been more ashamed of their father’s pathetic display of sniveling affection. 
He’s smitten.
“Why is he so insistent about wanting to hold her...?”
“Because Liz, he was a virgin so long before he met her it probably feels weird to know he’s going to have to wait at least a year before any more shenanigans.”
“THATS NOT TRUE I JUST REALLY LOVE YOUR MOTHER “ ;((((
Whole way there is basically cheering up Spartos instead of enjoying the journey to Sindria
Elizabeth will sing for her father from time to time and brings him food, and Spartos appreciates that she tries
Junior’s attempts are less subtle...
Tries to get his dad to do stupid thing’s to get his mind off his mother like:
A: Will dad appreciate rain dancing on a boat? Possibly causing a storm
B: Fishing in shark infested waters?
C: Drowning themselves so they don’t have to deal with his whining?
Junior is very excited to meet the people in his dad’s past life
really wants to spar with someone
oh please say someone wants to spar
Elizabeth is less excited, more curious then anything.
Shes desperate to meet the king of Sindria
Not for him himself, but rather his jewelry
Masrur’s babies xxx
Wives Razol and Rehema decided they don’t want to go
For them it’s basically a holiday
Masrur has the kids with him for a month or two whilst they get to do whatever they like?
See you Masrur
Have fun~
Sadi’s only ever met Ja’far and Sinbad
likes them a lot
would appreciate it if they would arm wrestle with her
how else would she prove shes better?
Very keen to show off
In-fact Masrur want’s her too
Something about showing two people swords and magic suck compared to the fanalis race? Whatever that means.
Angelou kind of just shrugs
He’s a lot like his dad after all
You think meeting some strangers is gonna excite him? Nah
Poor Angelou just wants to rest
Knows it’s basically going to be him baby sitting Ruby
His little sister is defiantly going to be trying to prove herself?
Ever seen a fanalis punch someone in the face?!
Yes?
Ever had a fanalis punch you in the face?!
No?
Stand still!!
Masrur should probably warn the generals about her...
And Dominic. Well Dominic’s just worried
Dosent want to let his father down
He’s in touch with his feminine side
Nervous that the generals will make fun of Masrur for it
Thinking of ways to make himself seem more manly
Sharrkans babies xxx
There is no easy way to put this
Ozymandias is a little brat
On the ship he’s constantly crying
Defiantly not a sea baby
It’s okay though
Sharrkan just loves listening to crying babies when HES TRYING TO SLEEP ITS GREAT HONESTLY HES SO NOT DYING INSIDE
Always checking constantly to make sure Ozymandias isn’t sick
He remembers when his mother grew ill and Ozymandias’ mother
He can’t let that happen
Every time he walks into a room his son throws a toy snake at him
9/10 it hits him in the face
He loves his son really...
In-fact, ever since he’s had Ozymandias he’s been compeltly ignoring women
Actually now that he thinks about it he wasn’t had...you know what in a long time
Has it changed!?
Is he even doing it right!?
Que baby crying
“SOMEONE HELP ME!”
Yamraiha’s babies xxx
Dosent want to travel through a magic circle incase she hurts the baby in her belly
Boat ride it is
Ever been stuck on a month boat ride with a pregnant woman?
No
LUCKY YOU!
If she’s craving a food that isn’t there, someone is about to have a broken neck
LET HER EAT DAMMIT!
Can’t get comfortable in any position and the rocking of the boat just makes her morning sickness worst
Accidentally threw up on someone’s shoes...
Lays in bed thinking about possible baby names but can’t come up with any she likes so proceeds to cry into her pillow.
Looks fat in everything
The generals are going to think she looks fat
Sharrkan is 100% going to laugh at her being fat
Que power nap
This trip better be worth it...
Pisti’s babies xxx
Tir is ready for take off
Pisti has already decked him out in feathers galore and won’t he stop trying to climb up on every single bird he sees
She can’t help but laugh at him
He’s such a bundle of energy
No trouble at all
“HES GONNA GET HIS EYES PECKED OUT SOMEONE STOP HIM!”
Okay maybe a bit of trouble
But nothing auntie Pisti can’t solve right!
Right?...
Pisti decides to fly over to Sindria because why not? It’s a lot quicker
To stop Tir from falling off she makes a harness that she straps around the chest of the bird so Tir is facing her the whole time
BIG MISTAKE
The whole way there he’s just gargling at her and poking her boobs
Then he cries when he realises how small they are
IF HE DOSENT WATCH HIS ATTITUDE SHE WILL THROW HIM OFF THE BIRD!
Debates if it’s even worth drinking in sindria because Tir is a full time job
Pisti? Not drinking?
She joins in with Tir’s cries
It’s a painful journey with a peacock coloured Tir alright...
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xxxavo · 2 years
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request: hiya! I was wondering if you’d be able to write for sinbad? perhaps where the reader is feeling a bit deflated when sinbad is accused of sleeping with the emperors daughter? :)
summary: i basically had the majority of this reply written last year on my other account ( @iimuchakk ), just never finished it, so I just did it quickly now cause I wanna post something magi cause i love magi. it’s more angsty(?) then what I was going for when I first wrote it, but yeh.
sinbad isnt to sure how to feel about this. on one hand, he understands your frustration. after all he’s a ladies man, being dubbed “lady killer of the seven seas” because of it, but on the other hand, with the help of yamuraiha’s magic, he was able to prove his innocence. so at first sinbad brushes the matter off, just patting you on the shoulder with a faint smile as the lament your worries to him, though he grows frustrated when your mood beings to sour the more he ignores it. still a bit uncertain, since he did not sleep with the pinkette empress, the king turns to saher for help. surely another wife will be able to clear up the situation for him.
now, sinbad was expecting the situation to be cleared up, but he wasn’t planning on sitting through a four hour lecture on the matter. sindria’s king felt like a child as he sat, pale faced on a stool, listening to saher’s analysis on the situation.
“you mean to tell me that all your closest friends believed you had slept with the princess—! how embarrassing that must have been for your poor betrothed!” she fained, placing one hand on her forehead as she imagined the suffering for herself. suddenly, her eyes landed on the shrunken purple haired man and narrowed. “true or not sinbad, you flirt with every woman in sight. imagine how much they must love you, standing strong whilst everyone blamed you for sleeping with someone other then them, and then having you heed no attention to them afterwards. all eyes must have been on her, judging her, making her feel like she couldn’t please you—“
“alright, alright...” sighed sinbad, scratching the back of his neck as the guilt he’d been prolonging finally began to settle in. “i think i understand now. thank you saher.”
with a new perspective, sinbad spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to show to his wife, and others, that he was a loyal man now, through and through. admittedly he was still unsure about what angle to approach this from considering he was still pretty prideful, but he knew he had to suck it up and just do what he knew was right.
when he entered your shared room, sinbad rose an eyebrow at your form seated at your make up table, angrily raking your hands through your hair and tugging the locks from your frustrations. in the reflection of the mirror, you saw him, made eye contact, huffed, and then continued your nightly routine.
“alway’s a delight to see you too.” joked sinbad, from both amusement and annoyance, not really a fan of such a rude exchange though it’s not like you were going to smother him in kisses right now. you didn’t reply to him, instead you just roll your eyes so far back sinbad for a split second is worried you’ll do blind, and sighs in relief when they fall back into place. the silence remains strong, as does your resolve to keep your distance from sinbad and his womanizing ways as he stands in your shared room, it seems.
what could he do? sure, he had all the money in the world, but a new dress or gold chain wasn’t going to fix the clearly wavering faith you had in him. the thought, at first, made him bristle, though upon inspection he came to the conclusion you were right to have that perception of him. it’s not like he dosent flirt back with his harmen, chuckle when they rub his muscles and coo words of sweet nothingness into his ears. hell, the fact he even still had a harmen was terrible in and of itself.
how long would you put up with this? he wondered, as he noticed the tears now welling up in your eyes as he watched you through the reflection in the mirror. would he even put up with it, if you were doing the same?
as dribbled of black from your make up dribbled down your cheeks, a sudden wave of emotion crashing over you as your husband just stood there, stiff and struggling for words, sinbad couldn’t help but sigh, running his chunky fingers through his hair as he turned his attention to the view from the balcony, the sun seemingly beginning to set on this hell of a day.
“ . . . i’ll try to be better.” but would he?
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Sinbad with a male s/o?And could add how some of what the generals would think?Love your work!
Thank you! Hope this was okay.
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-Though Sinbad has often been known as the lady killer of the seven seas, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if he was involved with some males as well
-He’s a charming guy so of course he would capture a male’s heart too
-Now the king never really wanted to fall in love but after meeting his s/o, he was hooked
-Doesn’t mind at all that his s/o is male and still shows them the same amount of love as he would a female
-I picture Sinbad’s country as very open minded and accepting so I don’t think he or his s/o will have to worry about anyone being rude
-Though there are people who aren’t as understanding but it’s very likely that they’ll keep their mouths shut do to Sinbad being a damn king
-As for the generals, I think they’d all just be happy that Sinbad finally found someone
-Pisti would probably view is as absolutely adorable
-While Sharrkan will be all happy to have another male friend
-All of Sindria is just really happy that their king is in love and happy
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iimuchakk · 7 years
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Requested by : @stardust-dreamer13
“Can I please get a headcannon for Sharrkan with his little sister? So he gets a letter from his brother in Heliopath asking him to quickly come over because their little sister is seriously sick and they don’t think she has long? She’s 12.”
In all his life, Sharrkan has never felt such panic rush through his veins. He feels numb inside, almost as if his blood has ran cold and frozen over. It’s the thought of never seeing her again that hits him first, before the image of her laying sick in bed. Her tan complexion faded and body almost lifeless. Almost. His explanation to the king and the generals was quick and King Sinbad wasted no time in getting Sharrkan the best boat he could find in order to get him there as quick as possible. No thanks needed. Once the swordsman arrives back at his home of Heliopath from Sindria, he is immediately escorted to his sister bedroom. The sight that meets his eyes, is not as he expected. But worse. His elder brother explains to him that no medication they have can heal their precious sister, and in time, she will soon be gone. Both Sharrkan and Armakan spend the rest of that week by their sisters bed side, reciting funny stories of when they were young and using all their energy to make her last moments memorable. When she does finally pass, the two brothers spend a month or so together to mourn her. Knowing she will leave a large hole in their hearts.
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iimuchakk · 2 years
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hiya! I was wondering if you’d be able to write for Sinbad? perhaps where the reader is feeling a bit deflated when Sinbad is accused of sleeping with the emperors daughter? :)
answered here ( @xxxavo )
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xxxavo · 3 years
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Sin getting upset bc he see’s Kouen flirting with his s/o (I mean they both already don’t like each other).So sins getting all alpha dog and is trying to get him to bck off
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Warnings: A hint of verbal NSFW towards the end? (better known as...LIMEy) Not swear words but a few rude words? Idk
Suddenly getting back into Magi so might be a few imagines being thrown around here and there, depends on how long this lasts!! Feeling a NSFW scenario manifesting itself into my drafts after writing this, I won't lie, but no actual NSFW content today my little imuchakk's! Hope you enjoy!
Sinbad had always liked banquets, weather they be ones held in the kingdom of Sindria, or at his biggest rivals, the Kou empire. There was something exciting about the prospect of consuming alcohol in foreign lands after an important political meeting that made Sinbad feel on top of the world. It was rare for things in Sinbad’s life not to go his way, or to not end up leading towards something better then what he had lost. For this reason, King Sinbad was to an extent, a go-with-the-flow kind of man. Especially with loyal followers such as his generals and his beloved wife!
His beloved was of course very loyal, incredibly so...but, there were people who did not care for that loyalty of hers. This included a certain Kou empire red head who went by the name of Kouen.
“No need to look so sour, Sin.” Ja’far commented beside him, though he was enjoying the fact his King was abandoning his poor drinking habits to instead stay sober and focused, even if he was focusing on his wife and Kouen Ren flirting. “You told her to be pleasant and friendly towards Kouen to gain his favour. I don’t understand why you’re so jealous.” That was enough to make Sinbads eyes flicker from the generous laughter of his wife to the smug face of his right hand man.
“Me!? Jealous!?”
“Hmm.” Masrur agreed from the other side of Sinbad. The King’s neck practically snapped to the fanalis.
“Why would I, of all people, be jealous?”
“Because you’re wife is a smart, sophisticated lady who could do a lot better than a man who drinks sake and shamelessly prances around woman as if he was a young teen in his glory years.” Golden eyes met red ones in a baffled expression of offense.
“That’s a low blow, Ja’far.”
“Hmm.” Again, Masrur voiced his opinion rather humbly. Unlike the other two, Masrur had not taken his eyes away from the Queen, curious to see how her little game would play out; He loved how cunning she was.
The Queen, unlike Sinbad, was sensible. When he was busy hiding from Ja’far she was busy doing the work for him and cleaning up all his messes. Masrur liked how through thick and thin she stayed by Sinbad’s side whilst being the role model his country needed. She may as well have been a general. However, that didn’t mean she didn’t find herself sick of him sometimes.
Unfortunately old habits died hard. Sinbad was an infamous lady killer, flirting and charming any woman he deemed beautiful. No longer did he take it any further but Masrur could always see it in the Queen’s eyes whenever she got upset or jealous with his ministrations. As much as she tried to hide it, Masrur was a man who saw much, yet said very little.
The fanalis saw the way the cogs in her head turned the moment Sinbad had told her to “Gain Kouen’s favour in any way you can! I’m sure he’ll be much more linient with me if he enjoys the company of my other half” and the way she made sure her corset was on tighter and her breasts were pushed up higher only confirmed his supicions. Sinbad was about to get a very bitter taste of his own flirtatious medicine.
The Queen was, despite being middle aged, very beautiful. If she wasn’t married to King Sinbad, Masrur was certain many men would be throwing themselves at her feet. Kouen would possibly be one of those.
The next thing Masrur knew a grumpy Sinbad was pulling on his cheek, his gaze in the same direction as his. “What is it Masrur? What are they saying!? Surely you will stick by your King! Unlike this traitor—“
“Tsk.”
“Please Masrur. My wife could be in danger.” Sinbad dramatized. Masrur practically had to stop himself from commenting on how pathetic the King looked. “I need those fanalis ears of yours...”
“Fine.”
“Did you know, you’re my favourite?”
“I swear to Solomon Sinbad if you—“
Drowning out the advisor and the King, Masrur honed his attention on the Queen and Kouen who sat sharing a bottle of red wine.
“Oh no. No more for me please.” Just as Kouen was about to tip some more of the red liquor in her glass, the Queen politely bowed her head, fluttering her lashes. “My tolerance for alcohol isn’t the greatest thing in the world.”
“Oh?.” Kouen hummed, nodding in response before filling up his own. “I expected you to perhaps be a little more like you’re husband.”
“An old drunkard?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“But is it not what you meant?”
“I—“ Kouen seemed at a loss for words for a second, perhaps embarrassed, but saved himself rather quickly without a hint of emotion on his face. “What I meant was, a lover of a banquet. Sinbad has attended many, I assumed you would have been more on par with him when it came to drinking and party games.”
The Queen watched Kouen take a sip of his wine, her lips pulling up into a soft smirk. “Something tells me Kouen if I was anything like my husband you wouldn’t want to be sat here with me.” Kouen was slow to place down his drink, his sharp eyes meeting Sinbad’s wife’s.
“Would you rather me sit elsewhere?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“But is it not what you meant?” Now, it was his turn to smirk.
“I—“ With a soft laugh, the regal woman before Kouen grew flustered, picking up her glass and swirling the remaining wine contents around to allow her to look elsewhere. “You really are as they say Kouen. Quite an interesting man. I enjoy getting to know you.” Lifting up her head, the Queen rose an eyebrow, a smile now residing on her face. “Every word I say sinks in doesn’t it?”
“Your highness. If any man does not listen to you, does he really deserve to be in your presence? If my sisters were simply cast aside, I wouldn’t be so forgiving to the suitor who was to do that.” It was a lie, the Queen had heard of Kouen and his family sending off the young princess to he married to a King who wanted nothing more then a pretty face. Was there more to the story? Most likely. But was that the gist of it? Yes. However, to indulge both Kouen and continue to gain the nervous attention of her husband shuffling in his seat, the Queen sighed out gently.
“You’re close to your family...?” It was hard to hear the rest, Sinbad practically chewing off his own hand right beside Masrurs ear.
“What are they saying!?” Simply, Masrur shrugged. “Something about family.” It was no fun telling Sinbad everything. Groaning, Sinbad flopped back into his seat, picking up his wine with a pout.
“It doesn’t taste the same knowing at the end of the night she’s not going to be dragging me back to our room...”
“Who? Her highness?” The three men all turned abruptly to face Kogyoku, who smiled sheepishly. “I’m awfully sorry...” she stuttered out. “I didn’t mean to pry, I just came to say hello and over heard you talking."
Knowing that any ill intentions towards Kougyoku’s older brother would harm his reputation with the Kou empire, Sinbad put on his best charming smile, acting as though he wasn’t emotionally conflicted on the inside. “Ah Princess. What a pleasure to be seeing you again. Are you enjoying the banquet?” With a smile, the pinkette nodded her head.
“I am very much your highness. I hope you’re also enjoying yourself.” With that, her eyes flickered upwards to the Queen of Sindrian and the most influential man in the whole of the Kou empire. “It seems her highness is enjoying herself to. I’ve never seen Kouen so invested in somebody. It’s a real testimony to your wife.” Kougyoku was of course NOT JEALOUS. Not once had she imagined herself sat on Sinbad's lap as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear! Nether the less, she continued her façade, knowing that after all it was her duty.
”They’re so deep in conversation, I wonder what they’re talking about.” Her words aren’t helping the purple male.
“As do I...”
“Kouen seems so relaxed around her highness. They really do get along don’t they?” Was she trying to give him a heart attack?
With a delightful laugh Sinbad nodded before finally rising to his feet. "They do indeed. In fact I feel a little bit left out. Perhaps I should pau the two a visit. Excuse me Princess, I do hope of seeing you again soon." Lifting her hand to his lips, Sinbad placed a soft kiss to the back of her hand before walking towards his wife and that thing trying to take her away. The King of Sindria looked at peace with all around him as he strode over, all intentions of causing havoc and disrupting the calm atmosphere completely gone for his being. At least it looked that way. If it didn't, he wouldn't have been a good King.
The two at the table saw him coming before he arrived and where as Kouen greeted him with a cut nod, seemingly displeased he was interrupting his time with his wife, who simply sent him a passive smile.
"Ah Your highness." Not Sin, not Sinbad, not my King, not my love. Just your highness. "Me and Kouen here--" Yet they were on first name basis? "Were just discussing-- Hmmph!"
As done many times before by the womanizer, Sinbad encased the back of his wife's head, bringing her face towards his own and then slamming their lips together in a rather mighty display right in front of the red princes eyes. He made sure it lasted. And his Queen? Who was she to deny Sinbads advances? As usual she practically melted into his affectionate assault, fragile hands moving to clasp at Sinbad's robes in an attempt to lull him closer...but two could play at that game. Pulling back from his beloved, Sinbad made sure to smirk, staring into her eyes for a brief moment. It was his way of saying "I'll get you back for this".
The sexual tension was undeniable and Sinbad had hoped Kouen could sense her thighs rubbing together like he could, because that was the closest Kouen would get.
"Hm? Talking about what? I didn't quite catch that my Queen."
Meanwhile, back at Sinbad's table, Ja'far sighed in aggravation as he watched the scene Sinbad caused in absolute horror. "Honestly, this man really does test my patience! Can he not just let his wife butter up Kouen! If anything it benefits us!"
"Hmm."
"Just for one second, can he think about anything else other then his-"
"Dick?"
"I was going to say pride but that works too."
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xxxavo · 3 years
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Hinahoho: Your mom just passed away. LOL.
Kikiriku: What!? Why’s the funny!?
Hinahoho: It’s not funny son! Why would you say that!?
Kikiriku: LOL means “laughing out loud” dad!
Hinahoho: WHAT!? I SENT THAT TO EVERYONE! I THOUGHT IT MEANT LOTS OF LOVE! I HAVE TO CALL EVERYONE!
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xxxavo · 4 years
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My Fandom Husbando’s: Magi
SINDADDIE / Sinbad
Part one of fandom husbandos
Disclaimer: Wanted to write for my favourite fandom Husbando’s. Here is my Magi husband Sinbad! First one of five imagines! A bit suggestive
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Dress fitting
“What do you think of this colour Sinbad?”
“It looks absolutely beautiful on you, my queen.”
“The dress doesn’t make my boob’s look to big does it?”
“The bigger the better.”
“I don’t think the Emperor of Kou will agree.”
“Well, he isn’t the one whose going to be staring at your chest all night.”
“Shame.” Your witty words knocked King Sinbad’s playful smirk from his face and replaced it with a childish pout. The shift in his demeanour was amusing to say the least and despite being covered in the finest of silk’s and being jabbed at with thousands of pointy, tiny needles you couldn’t help but grin cockily. “What’s the matter my King? I thought you would appreciate me gaining the favour of other rulers?”
“Gaining their favour, not their fancies.” The older gentleman muttered, standing up from his position on the rather expensive vintage chair in your private changing room before sauntering his way over to you. The changing room was perhaps your favourite room in the whole of the castle and one which you visited frequently. As the Queen of Sindria it was important that you always looked your best in order to up hold the country’s reputation, not that you were complaining, you didn’t see a problem with wearing gems and jewels galore. The only one who saw it as a problem from time to time was Ja’far, since sometimes Sinbad was a little to excessive when it came to you and expenses.
The maid’s slowly parted from your figure as Sinbad approached, like a regal big cat strolling through summers rays. His toned arms slithered around your waist, pulling you into his strong chest.
The King’s golden eyes studied your smaller form, taking in the canary coloured ball gown that clung perfectly to your every curve. “But can I just say...” You quirked an eyebrow as he licked his lips. “...You look better then anyone I’ve ever seen.” A tiny gasp left your lips when his hand slid from your waist to your lower back and as soon as they caught onto the business man’s ministrations the maid’s left rather hastily. It all happened so quickly it caused your cheeks to turn a deep shade of scarlet.
“Sinbad!”
“What? It’s not like my hand’s can go down any further, your dress is in the way!...Perhaps I should change that.” With a swift slap to the chest Sinbad loosened his hold on you and allowed you to wiggle free towards the gigantic full body mirror, adorned with rubies and golden pieces of metallic swirls. As you readjusted your gown, you could see Sinbad ogling you from the reflection of the mirror. “Okay, I apologise. I know how much you enjoy your dress fitting sessions. I don’t understand why though, how can you deal with being stood still wrapped in layers of fabric in this heat?” This time when Sinbad approached, he was much more gentle. With his hands rubbing smooth circles on your hips, Sinbad pressed his soft lips to your bare cheek. Deciding to indulge your lover, you let out a soft hum before meeting his gaze, once again using the reflection of the mirror to your benefit.
“Because.” A cheeky smile tugged at your lips. “I like to look sexy for you Sindaddie.”
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iimuchakk · 4 years
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//I'm not sure if I'm doing this right.... Could I please request Kouen and Sinbad taking care of their s/o who's pregnant with triplets?You don't have to do both if you don't wish too...
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I decided just to do Sinbad since he really inspired me for this ask. As well as this since I’m slowly getting back into the fandom and my laptop broke it’s just so much easier!
Sorry for keeping you waiting @mori1284 hope it’s okay!
Okay so Sinbad was scared when it was one baby
The moment you told him you were pregnant he was cradling himself on the floor
He was going to be a DAD
It took him a day or two to come around to the idea of it but at the end of the day the thought of you and him with a little bundle of joy was starting to look kind of perfect
Thus when the baby bump was big enough to be examined by Yamrahia he was ecstatic!
Unfortunately he had to catch up with work. He could only use you as an excuse to Ja’far for so long...
“Okay be careful in there! Make sure you tell me everything she says when you come to visit me!”
Leans down to baby bump
“Be good for mommy my sweet~ whose a little cutie~ you are! yes you are!” “Sin people are staring...”
Both go your separate ways and Sinbad is restless
He hopes everything goes okay
Ja’far slaps him round the head since he’s staring into space like a dork so the king just pouts and gets on with his paper work
When there’s a knock on the door and you step into the room Sinbad is grinning ear to ear and practically throws his work all over the floor
Ja’far will kill him later
His grin drops as the look on your face
“What’s wrong? Is the baby okay?”
“Yes. The babies are okay...”
“....twins?”
“Nope.”
Turns out Ja’far dosent have to kill Sinbad because he’s laying on the floor like a dead man already
His misfortune makes Ja’far so happy
Takes him around a week to process the fact he has two more babies on the way
His reaction is enough to worry you and so the eight generals get involved since, well, you’re an emotional pregnant woman who they can hear crying and stressing out thanks to her husband
Pisti and Sharrkan try coaxing him out with drinks
Dosent work
Hinahoho and Spartos try talking sense to him
Dosent work
Yamrahia and Drakon pretend like there’s a war!
Dosent work
So Masrur breaks the door down and Ja’far drags him to your bedside
He noticed how upset you are
Then noticed how fat you are
Suddenly he’s not scared
He’s excited
After all, it’s going to be you, him and three bundles of joy
From then on Sinbad treats you like more of a Queen that what he did before hand
He does everything for you and makes sure somebody is with you at all times
Whatever you’re craving he will make sure that the servants cook it for you
Buys you comfier clothes so you’re cooler in the hot sun of sindria
Foot rubs? You got it
Warm baths? He’ll run it for you!
After he has his initial breakdown, Sinbad is the best person to have by your side when you’re pregnant with his three children!
“Sinbadddd—“ There is a soft whine coming from the bathroom, the fourth one of today but the king doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he follows the uncomfortable sound of your voice and pops his head into the lavish room attached to your shared sleeping quarters. “—it won’t go away.”
“Morning sickness won’t go away just like that, my queen.” His reminder of how pregnancy works make you scoff though in an instant you regret the action, as the sudden pressure to your throat makes you cough up more bile.
“This sucks. I hate you. Why did you do this to my body?” In response all you get is a chuckle and soft relaxing strokes to your back. The triplets in your stomach make your belly stick out like a sore thumb. It’s swollen, stretched and ready to pop. Having to carry it around makes your back ache like never before and all of this combined sends your hormones raging. It takes a few minuets for your vomiting to calm down and once it does you’re a whimpering mess on the floor, looking up to your husband who tenderly strokes your cheek. “It’s not fair.”
“I know.” Hums Sinbad in response. “Let’s lay you down. It’ll all be over soon and then the suffering will be both of our responsibilities.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Both of you you share an amused smile, basking in each other’s presence before sinbad breaks up the moment by standing. He offers his hand to you and you take it, swiftly being pulled up onto your feet. “Careful Sinbad.” The warning that leaves your lips falls on death ears. The King is to busy moving a hand to your belly, stroking it in circles. In response, there is a kick and you hiss at him playfully. “See? The babies agree. You need to treat me with more respect.”
“More respect?” Faking innocence, Sinbad moves to stand behind his queen, arms circling around her form. “The babies kick at me because they’re excited to see me. They know their daddy.” It warms your heart to see Sinbad so smitten. It wasn’t to long ago he was a blubbering mess in his office, but now he seemed to realise how joyous this occasion truly was. “Want me to carry you into bed? I can bring you some grapes and water too?”
“Only if you’ll stay with me?” The answer to your question is one arm under your knees and Sinbad moving your arm around his neck. He swoops you up bridal style, carrying you to your shared bed before laying you down as gently as he possibly can.
“I’ll stay with you.” Your hands find each other’s, and you both move forward to give each other a gentle kiss, filled entirely with love. “All of you.”
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iimuchakk · 4 years
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Sinbad: ja’far there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get it?
Sinbad: hurry because I’m going to cry
Sinbad: ja’far?
Sinbad: JA’FAR
Ja’far: ja’far is dead. your next. love, moth.
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iimuchakk · 7 years
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Requested by : Anon <3 xx
“If possible, what do you think Masrur wants in an s/o versus what do you think he actually needs in one? Thank you so much!”           
I think Masrur wants an s/o who is laid back just like him, and dosent mind skipping out on work just to lay beside him, lulling the large Fanalis to sleep with their soothing voice. Masrur would most defiantly want an s/o who could defend themselves, someone who if attacked by a group of bandits could at least hold the fiends off until he or one of his allies went to save his beloved s/o. He wouldn’t want an s/o he would independently have to defend 24/7, nor would he want an s/o who dosent need to reply on him what so ever. Masrur would also like them to be like a stereotypical women, in the sense they would be loyal to him and do as he says, as well as be good at cooking, cleaning and be open to polygamy as a concept. He would want them to worship the ground he walked on, as he would do in return for them.
Despite this, what Masrur really needs is an s/o who can motivate him enough to not wonder off and sleep when he needs to face responsibilities. He needs an s/o who isn’t afraid to give him a good talking to when he tries avoiding work, but they’d need to be respectful of his space, and allow him to take some time off when he needs, and even sleep beside him when he’s really stressed. Masrur would probably need his s/o to be able to defend themselves to some extent like he wants. His line of work in Sindria and the fact he is a Fanalis could put them in harms way and he might not always be there to protect them from any danger. As mentioned, Masrur wants his s/o to be like a stereotypical women which would suit him well, however they wouldn’t fully need to take on that role. Cooking and cleaning would be a good skill to have if being in a relationship with Masrur but its not necessary. Being open to polygamy is unfortunately highly encouraged by the Fanalis, but he’d respect his s/o’s wishes as long as they were loyal to him.
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Any headcannons of what dating Masrur would include? Thank you! And I hope you stay awesome!
Awe thanks sweet!! You too xx
「 Dating Masrur would include… 」
☛Being picked up at the most random of moments; Masrur has this instinct, or need if you will. To make sure his s/o is in the most relaxed state they could possibly be in. This means that the s/o may find themselves being carried like a sack of potatoes, or, maybe even like a bride? How about Masrur just grabs one leg and kind of dangles you a few centimeters from the floor? No? Piggyback ride then? Whatever the preferred way of being held Masrur will do it. Sometimes it’s not even for his s/o’s own sake, its for his. Masrur likes the reassurance of knowing that his s/o is there beside him. He likes to know if he ever needs someone to lean on, their there for him.
☛Running around like a lunatic to find him; It’s no secret that the Fanalis male likes both sleep and training. Sometimes he’ll let his s/o tag along, other times, he wont even think to ask if they want to come. His s/o will usually find him somewhere deep within the forest. They just need to follow the sounds of trees falling and try to jump out of the way before they find themselves being squished like a bug! However if s/o dosent find him first he’ll find them. He/ll probably catch a whiff of them and see them caught in some vine thing and have to help them free which is pretty damn easy with his strength. Masrur is a beast. Don’t mess with him. If s/o finds him sleeping then the situation is ten times better. For one they don’t have to dodge trees, and second off he’ll hold them like a teddy bear whilst he drifts off.
☛ Having a protector at your side whenever you need it; Masrur has this motherly nature where he can sense any negative energy radiating around his s/o. Someone like Sinbad or Sharrkan may need a few more minuets to study their s/o, but after so many years of barley speaking Masrur has studied people enough to know the ins and outs of pretty much everything. Masrur will take his s/o to the side and give them a look he rarely gives, placing a large hand over their cheek before asking if its just them fretting over something or if he needs to be threatening someone. If the s/o says their fretting, he’ll do what ever it is in his power to help them. However, if its someone threatening them, then he’ll do whatever it is in his power to make sure they’ll need help. Medical help…
☛ Bath time all the time; Masrur isn’t the most sexually active man alive. Now, now. That’s not saying he isn’t sexual. No. He’s just lazy. Most times, Masrur will use up his energy and magoi with training which he does mostly every day for a couple of hours, Leaving him exhausted, even if he dosent want to show it. This has more perks for the s/o than one might think. It means that after working out so much, Masrur just wants to relax with them because he knows his s/o will give him some pampering. He wouldn’t settle for anything less. Since he’s pretty smelly and icky after all that working out he runs himself a bath and gets his s/o to join him. Being a general he gets a pretty large bath with plenty of room for some light swimming if they so desire. If the s/o uses their power of ‘seduction’ correctly. They may just give Masrur an extra work out.
☛Constant teasing from the other generals; Because Masrur is quite it makes his relationship with you the perfect outlet for teasing. Such comments made to you by generals + King Sinbad include:
Pisti & Spartos: “S/o! S/o! Me and Spartos were just wondering, can you chew on Masrurs muscles like their some big old candy apples?” Standing their rather dumbfounded whilst looking at Pisti. Spartos could be heard in the background. “I was not wondering that!”
Sharrkan: “I remember when Masrur use to be so small. It was funny when we were younger we use to tease him for it but, he was a child so i guess it was expected. Not like he could be huge when he was that young. Say s/o. Has he grown since then?” S/o scoffed. “Sharrkan of course he has! Have you seen how tall that man is?” Sharkan ‘tsked’ shaking his head. “Oh no your mistaken I should have been more specific…Has uh…it grown.” Sharrkan winked causing s/o to yell loudly at him whilst he laughed obnoxiously.
Hinahoho & Drakon: “So um…” Drakon began. “Masrur have never been one to talk much. How does you initiate most conversations with him?” Finally, someone willing to ask a sensible quest- “They just flash some thigh and Masrur comes running!” Hinahoho hollered with an obnoxious laugh. If s/o was even half of his height. He’d be dead.
Ja’far & Yamuraiha: “Aw no its so cute he carries you around like his own pet~” Ja’far sighs. “I wouldn’t say being refereed to your significant others pet it considered to be cute Yamuraiha.” Rolling her eyes Yamuraiha poked Ja’fars side causing his eye to twitch. Suddenly, he let out a sigh. “Though i must admit.” He slyly smirked. “It’s cute when the two of you kiss without thinking anyone’s watching.” Even Yam found that one a little creepy…
Sinbad: “So whats the sex like? To rough for you hm?” Whack
☛ Wearing his shirts as pajamas; Being the god he is, Masrur is broad, tall and muscular meaning practically everyone can fit into his clothing with the exclusion of Hinahoho who wouldn’t be able to fit into anyone elses but his own. Sometimes s/o can even get away with wrapping a belt around it and wearing it for everyday activities making it loo like a tunic/dress. It’s very practical. Masrur dosent mind really either. He likes the fact that his s/o feels comfortable in his scent.
☛ Having the quilt stolen every single night; Masrur likes to be warm okay? He’ll start off by using his s/o as his warmth. He’ll snuggle them to his body, gently kiss their forehead and all around make sure they come before himself. However, as time goes on and the night deepens, so will Masrurs sleep. He’ll forget his s/o is their and just turn away, his heavy body yanking the sheets away from his s/o to. Most times, his s/o will end up on the floor as a result unless they hang tight enough onto him so they are taken along with the sheets.
☛Being spoilt rotten and having everything you even glance at on your doorstep the next day; Working for the king means Marur gets good income from his job and he can afford to buy most things his s/o likes the look of in the market weather that be a sword they find or a necklace. If he cant afford it he’ll work extra hard for Sinbad, to the point Sinbad has nothing left to do himself. ( Not that he even does it himself ) Masrur will gratefully give Masrur the extra money he needs to buy his s/o everything they desire. Masrur even goes out of his way to buy his s/o matching armor so they wont hurt themselves as easily. He wants them to be safe and happy because he loves them, and wouldn’t want it any other way.
☛Requests are open : Room for one more request
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