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There were times were Sinbad loved the sea with all his heart—it was, after all, in his blood. And then there were times were he absolutely despised it.

Because sometimes… the sea just reminded him of her too damn much.

(Name) was the sea. She was its turquoise waters when the sun was high in the sky and not a cloud was to be seen, calm and loving and kind. She was its black depths at night as a storm raged above, threatening to devour all ships that dared to steer towards her might. (Name) was the sea and Sinbad was utterly in love with her.

That was the problem, however.

You can fall in love with the sea as much as you want, but the sea will never fall in love with you.

“Sinbad!”

Speak of the devil and she will appear, Sinbad mused as he turned from the large window that he had been gazing out into the southern waters that surrounded his isle kingdom. None other than (name) stood in his chambers, looking cross and absolutely infuriated. “Ah, good morning!” the king of Sindria called out cheerfully as he clapped his hands in greeting. “What can I do for you, (name)?”

“You know very well what you can do for me!” the young woman huffed, pointing to the desk that Sinbad often neglected in the corner. On its wooden surface lay a myriad of important documents that, quite frankly, Sinbad just did not feel like poring over. “I asked you two days ago to finish signing all the paperwork that I put there. You’ve not even glanced at a single one, have you?”

He frowned and absentmindedly twirled a strand of violet hair between two fingers. “Er…I’m afraid I’ve been too busy to remember.” Sinbad’s golden eyes locked with (name)’s enraged (e/c) ones innocently. “After all, a king has other duties rather than paperwork! That’s why I have you and Jafar as my darling advisors, yes? Though you are much more adorable than he is, I assure you.”

Sinbad was playing with fire and he knew it, but he just could not resist the impulse to tease (name).

His (h/c)-haired counselor threw her hands up and promptly ignore the last sentiment, instead grabbing Sinbad by the ear and tugging him to the desk. “You are going to sit down and look over every document that it here,” she growled, “and I am going to stand here and watch. No more gazing out at the ocean like a lovesick sailor or something. Right now may be a time of peace but that doesn’t mean you can let your guard down, Sinbad! You’re lucky Jafar had some business to attend to today or else you would have to be hearing a lecture from both of us!”

“I happen to like the ocean,” Sinbad grumbled petulantly as he grabbed a pen and well of ink, gazing at the mass of papers before him. “It reminds me of you, (name).”

“Now is not the time to try and flirt with me because we both know you won’t get anywhere,” (Name) sighed and rubbed her forehead exasperatedly. “…but how? I fail to see that. Actually, never mind, I don’t need to know. It will just distract you. What I need is for you to sign the damn documents.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Sinbad held a finger up and grinned peevishly. “You asked, and I shall tell! Besides, we still have an entire day to do this! It’s not like I’ll take four hours explaining why. It will only be a couple of minutes!”

When (name) just glared at him, the king of Sindria placed his hands into a pleading stance and bowed his head, looking the picture of a supplicant. “Please? I promise it will make you smile~ And you know how much you need to smile, Miss Grumpy Face!”

There was a bout of silence before (name) sighed, sounding tired and defeated. She shrugged and gave him a “get on with it” expression, (e/c) eyes narrowed expectedly. “Alright, fine. Make it quick.”

A sense of victory filled Sinbad and he stood up with a proud grin, swinging his arm around (name)’s shoulder and bringing her back over to his window. From it one could see the entirety of the city being that Sinbad’s chambers were in the Purple Leo Tower. Past the high rock formations that protected the island was the Southern Sea. The morning sun danced across the blue waters in bright rays and the sounds of the surf were pleasing to one’s ear. Saltwater and market smells drifted upwards despite the height, and a cool breeze made sure to blow.

“Look,” Sinbad said in a quiet tone, putting his hands on (name)’s cheeks and pointing her head straight out to the ocean. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“…yes, I suppose,” (Name) grunted in a slightly muffled tone. “But please keep your hands off of me, Sinbad.”

He just chuckled and removed his hands, amused as always by her refusal to call him “my king” or “my lord.” At least Jafar had the decency to at times. But that was fine—Sinbad liked it this way. It made him feel…closer to her, in a way.

“No, (name). The sea reminds me of you because it’s beautiful.” Sinbad shook his head as he gazed out on the beautiful sight of his glorious Sindria. “It reminds me of you because it is harsh yet at the same time there is a loving sense behind it. Just like you.”

(Name) had gone completely still and silent. It wasn’t unusual for Sinbad to attempt to flirt with her. However, this…was something entirely differently.

“You can be cruel when you want to so I get my work done. You are not above insulting me despite how strong I may be or what my status is.” Sinbad laughed softly, glancing down at her. “That’s what the sea does. Everyone—man, woman, king or peasant—is equal on the sea. She will test you however she wants because she cares not about who you are. She cares about routine. On the other hand…the sea is also kind. As are you.”

Now (name) was staring at him with an expression that was a mixture of “go on” and “I want to punch you.”

“You love Sindria. It is the country that let you be free in the time that you needed it most. I’ve seen you listen to the complaints of citizens and try to handle it as best you can. I have watched as you help build a house for a sick mother or water a little girl’s flowers when she was hurt. And I heard when you tried your best to protect the palace from Al Thamen when they attacked even though you do not have a Metal Vessel or a magician.” Sinbad’s smile softened as he looked at (name).

“You nurture Sindria the way the sea nurtures its inhabitants. You provide discipline when it is needed and you assist those who need it. You are the sea, (name). And you know…I love the sea.”

“W-what are you trying to say, Sinbad?” (Name) finally spoke, but her voice was wobbly and not at all the usual confident tone she carried.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sinbad took a deep breath. It was a lot more difficult to actually do this rather than plan it all out and think about it for months. “I love you, (name). I love it when you’re the sea during a storm. I love it when you’re the sea on a day like this. I love you more than I love the sea. I love you.”

(Name) stared at him in silence. Slowly, she inched away from him, and a strangled laugh left her lips. “You’ve been drinking or something.” The way she spoke sounded more like she was trying to convince herself rather than accuse him. “You can’t love me. I’m not even part of your Household. I’m just tasked with the misfortune of being your babysitter when Jafar can’t. And I’m not—I’m not the ocean or whatever nonsense you were spouting. Like you said…the ocean is beautiful. I am most definitely not.”

“No,” Sinbad shook his head stubbornly and grabbed her arm. “You are beautiful. Even more so than the ocean. And I’m more sober than I have been in the last two months.” He leaned forward, gazing into her eyes hopefully. “I mean it, (name). I love you. And I know you probably don’t believe me—I do, after all, have a rocky reputation with women. But I truly love you. So please…let me kiss you. Just once. And then we can forget any of this happened and I will always do my paperwork. Please, (name). Please.”

It wasn’t often that a king placated himself before (name) and literally begged her for something. Her feelings for Sinbad were…conflicted. He was a good person when he wanted to be. He was attractive; she had to admit that much. And all in all he was one of the better rulers that she had come across in her short life of hopping from one country to the next despite his flaws.

And he did swear to do his paperwork…

Something changed inside (name) then. She nodded and was not shocked when she did so. Instead, there was a strange feeling inside of her chest. One she couldn’t explain.

“…okay. All right. Just one kiss,” (Name) mumbled, looking down as red flushed across her cheeks. “And then y-you do the damn paperwork and we never speak of this again.”

Sinbad’s reply was to yank (name) against his chest and cover her mouth with his. It was like kissing a statue at first—all (name) did was stand there stoically. Sinbad’s hands moved to her hips and cupped them gently as he sluggishly dragged his tongue along her lips, knowing that it was better to go slow than to piss her off. What surprised the king was when suddenly (name)’s fingers laced into his long and purple locks and her mouth parted ever-so-slightly, and she made a soft noise in the back of her throat. There was a moment where Sinbad was the statue, uncertain if he should continue, but when she gave a little growl and yanked hard on his hair he knew it was perfectly acceptable.

Like the sea (name) was dangerous and a force to be reckoned with. The kiss had gone from tentative to tumultuous in under three seconds. Sinbad and (name) were tangled up in each other’s limbs, tongues wrestling with one another as he grasped her hips firmly to keep her against him. She was like a typhoon and he was the hopeless sailor caught in her aftermath, just waiting for a shipwreck.

(Name) was definitely the sea. And that’s why Sinbad loved her so much.

By the time the two had finally broken away his chambers were awash with the sounds of panting and breathless groans. They gazed at each other with flushed cheeks, gold against (e/c). Sinbad brushed a lock of (h/c) hair away from (name)’s face and whispered, “I’ll get to that paperwork now.”

“Like hell you are,” (Name) snarled as she yanked his hair again to bring his face down, this time two times harder than before. “If you say I’m the sea then let me be the damn sea. And the sea doesn’t let someone out of her waters until she’s ready to. Got it?”

Sinbad’s eyes were wide with shock but that quickly disappeared when the young woman kissed him again, harsh and unrelentingly. He grinned against her mouth and playfully ran his fingers along her waist, knowing that today was going to be one of those days were nothing got done.

Thus Sinbad confessed his love to the sea—and she responded back more enthusiastically than he ever could have imagined.

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There were times were Sinbad loved the sea with all his heart—it was, after all, in his blood. And then there were times were he absolutely despised it.

Because sometimes… the sea just reminded him of her too damn much.

(Name) was the sea. She was its turquoise waters when the sun was high in the sky and not a cloud was to be seen, calm and loving and kind. She was its black depths at night as a storm raged above, threatening to devour all ships that dared to steer towards her might. (Name) was the sea and Sinbad was utterly in love with her.

That was the problem, however.

You can fall in love with the sea as much as you want, but the sea will never fall in love with you.

“Sinbad!”

Speak of the devil and she will appear, Sinbad mused as he turned from the large window that he had been gazing out into the southern waters that surrounded his isle kingdom. None other than (name) stood in his chambers, looking cross and absolutely infuriated. “Ah, good morning!” the king of Sindria called out cheerfully as he clapped his hands in greeting. “What can I do for you, (name)?”

“You know very well what you can do for me!” the young woman huffed, pointing to the desk that Sinbad often neglected in the corner. On its wooden surface lay a myriad of important documents that, quite frankly, Sinbad just did not feel like poring over. “I asked you two days ago to finish signing all the paperwork that I put there. You’ve not even glanced at a single one, have you?”

He frowned and absentmindedly twirled a strand of violet hair between two fingers. “Er…I’m afraid I’ve been too busy to remember.” Sinbad’s golden eyes locked with (name)’s enraged (e/c) ones innocently. “After all, a king has other duties rather than paperwork! That’s why I have you and Jafar as my darling advisors, yes? Though you are much more adorable than he is, I assure you.”

Sinbad was playing with fire and he knew it, but he just could not resist the impulse to tease (name).

His (h/c)-haired counselor threw her hands up and promptly ignore the last sentiment, instead grabbing Sinbad by the ear and tugging him to the desk. “You are going to sit down and look over every document that it here,” she growled, “and I am going to stand here and watch. No more gazing out at the ocean like a lovesick sailor or something. Right now may be a time of peace but that doesn’t mean you can let your guard down, Sinbad! You’re lucky Jafar had some business to attend to today or else you would have to be hearing a lecture from both of us!”

“I happen to like the ocean,” Sinbad grumbled petulantly as he grabbed a pen and well of ink, gazing at the mass of papers before him. “It reminds me of you, (name).”

“Now is not the time to try and flirt with me because we both know you won’t get anywhere,” (Name) sighed and rubbed her forehead exasperatedly. “…but how? I fail to see that. Actually, never mind, I don’t need to know. It will just distract you. What I need is for you to sign the damn documents.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Sinbad held a finger up and grinned peevishly. “You asked, and I shall tell! Besides, we still have an entire day to do this! It’s not like I’ll take four hours explaining why. It will only be a couple of minutes!”

When (name) just glared at him, the king of Sindria placed his hands into a pleading stance and bowed his head, looking the picture of a supplicant. “Please? I promise it will make you smile~ And you know how much you need to smile, Miss Grumpy Face!”

There was a bout of silence before (name) sighed, sounding tired and defeated. She shrugged and gave him a “get on with it” expression, (e/c) eyes narrowed expectedly. “Alright, fine. Make it quick.”

A sense of victory filled Sinbad and he stood up with a proud grin, swinging his arm around (name)’s shoulder and bringing her back over to his window. From it one could see the entirety of the city being that Sinbad’s chambers were in the Purple Leo Tower. Past the high rock formations that protected the island was the Southern Sea. The morning sun danced across the blue waters in bright rays and the sounds of the surf were pleasing to one’s ear. Saltwater and market smells drifted upwards despite the height, and a cool breeze made sure to blow.

“Look,” Sinbad said in a quiet tone, putting his hands on (name)’s cheeks and pointing her head straight out to the ocean. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“…yes, I suppose,” (Name) grunted in a slightly muffled tone. “But please keep your hands off of me, Sinbad.”

He just chuckled and removed his hands, amused as always by her refusal to call him “my king” or “my lord.” At least Jafar had the decency to at times. But that was fine—Sinbad liked it this way. It made him feel…closer to her, in a way.

“No, (name). The sea reminds me of you because it’s beautiful.” Sinbad shook his head as he gazed out on the beautiful sight of his glorious Sindria. “It reminds me of you because it is harsh yet at the same time there is a loving sense behind it. Just like you.”

(Name) had gone completely still and silent. It wasn’t unusual for Sinbad to attempt to flirt with her. However, this…was something entirely differently.

“You can be cruel when you want to so I get my work done. You are not above insulting me despite how strong I may be or what my status is.” Sinbad laughed softly, glancing down at her. “That’s what the sea does. Everyone—man, woman, king or peasant—is equal on the sea. She will test you however she wants because she cares not about who you are. She cares about routine. On the other hand…the sea is also kind. As are you.”

Now (name) was staring at him with an expression that was a mixture of “go on” and “I want to punch you.”

“You love Sindria. It is the country that let you be free in the time that you needed it most. I’ve seen you listen to the complaints of citizens and try to handle it as best you can. I have watched as you help build a house for a sick mother or water a little girl’s flowers when she was hurt. And I heard when you tried your best to protect the palace from Al Thamen when they attacked even though you do not have a Metal Vessel or a magician.” Sinbad’s smile softened as he looked at (name).

“You nurture Sindria the way the sea nurtures its inhabitants. You provide discipline when it is needed and you assist those who need it. You are the sea, (name). And you know…I love the sea.”

“W-what are you trying to say, Sinbad?” (Name) finally spoke, but her voice was wobbly and not at all the usual confident tone she carried.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sinbad took a deep breath. It was a lot more difficult to actually do this rather than plan it all out and think about it for months. “I love you, (name). I love it when you’re the sea during a storm. I love it when you’re the sea on a day like this. I love you more than I love the sea. I love you.”

(Name) stared at him in silence. Slowly, she inched away from him, and a strangled laugh left her lips. “You’ve been drinking or something.” The way she spoke sounded more like she was trying to convince herself rather than accuse him. “You can’t love me. I’m not even part of your Household. I’m just tasked with the misfortune of being your babysitter when Jafar can’t. And I’m not—I’m not the ocean or whatever nonsense you were spouting. Like you said…the ocean is beautiful. I am most definitely not.”

“No,” Sinbad shook his head stubbornly and grabbed her arm. “You are beautiful. Even more so than the ocean. And I’m more sober than I have been in the last two months.” He leaned forward, gazing into her eyes hopefully. “I mean it, (name). I love you. And I know you probably don’t believe me—I do, after all, have a rocky reputation with women. But I truly love you. So please…let me kiss you. Just once. And then we can forget any of this happened and I will always do my paperwork. Please, (name). Please.”

It wasn’t often that a king placated himself before (name) and literally begged her for something. Her feelings for Sinbad were…conflicted. He was a good person when he wanted to be. He was attractive; she had to admit that much. And all in all he was one of the better rulers that she had come across in her short life of hopping from one country to the next despite his flaws.

And he did swear to do his paperwork…

Something changed inside (name) then. She nodded and was not shocked when she did so. Instead, there was a strange feeling inside of her chest. One she couldn’t explain.

“…okay. All right. Just one kiss,” (Name) mumbled, looking down as red flushed across her cheeks. “And then y-you do the damn paperwork and we never speak of this again.”

Sinbad’s reply was to yank (name) against his chest and cover her mouth with his. It was like kissing a statue at first—all (name) did was stand there stoically. Sinbad’s hands moved to her hips and cupped them gently as he sluggishly dragged his tongue along her lips, knowing that it was better to go slow than to piss her off. What surprised the king was when suddenly (name)’s fingers laced into his long and purple locks and her mouth parted ever-so-slightly, and she made a soft noise in the back of her throat. There was a moment where Sinbad was the statue, uncertain if he should continue, but when she gave a little growl and yanked hard on his hair he knew it was perfectly acceptable.

Like the sea (name) was dangerous and a force to be reckoned with. The kiss had gone from tentative to tumultuous in under three seconds. Sinbad and (name) were tangled up in each other’s limbs, tongues wrestling with one another as he grasped her hips firmly to keep her against him. She was like a typhoon and he was the hopeless sailor caught in her aftermath, just waiting for a shipwreck.

(Name) was definitely the sea. And that’s why Sinbad loved her so much.

By the time the two had finally broken away his chambers were awash with the sounds of panting and breathless groans. They gazed at each other with flushed cheeks, gold against (e/c). Sinbad brushed a lock of (h/c) hair away from (name)’s face and whispered, “I’ll get to that paperwork now.”

“Like hell you are,” (Name) snarled as she yanked his hair again to bring his face down, this time two times harder than before. “If you say I’m the sea then let me be the damn sea. And the sea doesn’t let someone out of her waters until she’s ready to. Got it?”

Sinbad’s eyes were wide with shock but that quickly disappeared when the young woman kissed him again, harsh and unrelentingly. He grinned against her mouth and playfully ran his fingers along her waist, knowing that today was going to be one of those days were nothing got done.

Thus Sinbad confessed his love to the sea—and she responded back more enthusiastically than he ever could have imagined.