AU: [N/A]
Tags: Angst, Unrequited Love (kind of), Hurt/No Comfort, Grief, Character Death, Bad Ending
Desc: Y/n has loved Sinbad for as long as he can remember, ever since he plucked him from that dirty little town and demanded he join him on his journey. He had tried to ignore the way Sinbad had changed, ignore the fact that he was no longer the same Sinbad who he loved. And while Y/n is grieving the person he once knew, he hears something he wasn't supposed to.
Specifics: M!Reader, Reader is part of Sinbad's Household
Requested by: [N/A]
Warnings: Manga Spoilers from both the Adventure of Sinbad, and The Labyrinth/Kingdom of Magic!
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You had loved Sinbad since you met him. Ever since that man plucked you from your dirty little hometown and literally demanded that you join him on his adventure. You had agreed, wanting nothing more than to leave that town, and well, who could deny that handsome face? A charmer was what he was, and boy was he good at doing what he did. He was everything you could ever hope to be— handsome, strong, charismatic, smart, and a leader. Being with him and the others was freeing, and brought you endless joy.
Until the fall of Sindria. Until you lost everything. Your friends, your family, your kingdom, and your king. You watched as the place you had started to call home crumbled beneath your feet and watched as the people you considered your family were slain. Few had survived, but despite the grief, Sinbad managed to pull what was left and stitch it back together. But while everyone was blinded by the man they deemed their leader and savior, they failed to see the way he had changed. They failed to see the part of him that was no longer there.
But you didn't. You didn't miss the way his gaze would darken when he thought no one was looking. The way he got cocky against those who opposed him, the way he had when he had challenged Aum Madaura. The way he talked with those underlying tones of condescendence that no one seemed to notice.
At first, you tried to ignore it, chalking it up to being affected by grief still. You could pretend all you wanted to, imagining that he was still that sweet purple-haired boy that had offered you a place on his ship, a place in his household. You tolerated it, and for a while, it wasn't the first thing on your mind as you were busy building the new Sindria. But then everything calmed down, and suddenly it was unbearable. Sindria, your home, had become nothing but a cage of endless misery and constant reminders that maybe if you had been able to protect everyone better then perhaps you would still have the old Sinbad. Perhaps the man that you had loved wouldn't have turned into the very thing he has sworn he would not become.
And that brought you to today, Maharagan. Another party you would be forced to endure as you pretended everything was fine. The music was loud and blaring, and more than half of the people were drunk. Sinbad for example was drunk out of his mind with a woman draped over every inch of his body, much to your disgust. You sat quietly amongst the Generals and pretended to sip on your drink, Masrur on your left, a couple of the others to your far right, laughing and chatting away.
Your eyes flickered over Sinbad every once in a while but kept content in the company of Masrur. Until your peace was brutally interrupted by a very large arm being slung over your shoulder.
"Hey, Kiddo!" Bright blue hair covered your eyes, "Liven up a little will, ya?" Hinahoho was a little more than tipsy as he yelled in your ear.
You scoffed up at him, "I'd try but you're kinda blowing out my eardrums big guy." Hinahoho immediately let go, though laughing unapologetically. He had set himself next to you, leaning against you.
