Sinbad x Reader

A Kingdom of History

Sinbad's father. Apophis knew of him all too well. He had once came to the Scorpions in rags covered with blood. Her mother had bandaged and healed him back to health. Sadly his leg was lost in the process. Apophis had been in her mother's womb at the time still unnoticed at the time. Badr had became close with Apophis's mother during his stay and even went as far as calling her his adopted sister by heart. Yet his stay was cut short when he needed to return to the land he came from. Soon after Apophis was born and a few months later so was Sinbad. Badr had heard of Apophis's birth and was happy to know her life was set. Yet one day her mother was killed and Apophis was alone. Raised by the Scorpions she received letters from Badr speaking of her mother and sending small gifts to her when she needed them most. Though he wasn't the richest of man he could send her small weaved necklaces of fish scales from left over fish. She found them to be priceless in her life time and even now bore one on her neck and a few on her bicep and forearms. A small ring that Badr had saved up for for three months was placed on her index finger which she could be found playing with at anytime of deep thought or stress. Sinbad had noticed these small details on the pale and slim female. Her eyes scanned over several papers before her as she ran her fingers over the scales of her necklace. Small stones and shells that Badr had found to be beautiful on the ocean shores where weaved into them as well adding to the precious objects priceless meaning. Sinbad set his paper down watching the smaller female as she read over the small script before her. It was evident she struggled reading. After all Apophis had horrid sight in her right eye while the other was simple at times a struggle.

"Where did you get such beautiful jewelry Apophis?" Sinbad asked sweetly as he leaned over rubbing Cerberus's cheek. Apophis looked up and then to her bands on her arms. She hadn't realized how much they had aged on her skin and how she had forever marks from them encasing her flesh. Apophis placed her hands on her lap thinking to herself.

"A good friend of my mother's sent her letters before my birth. She died and he began writing to me. These are gifts he sent me every year for my birth date. He was very kind and called me his niece. We weren't related blood but by heart." Sinbad smiled and gently took my wrist inspecting the bracelet. It was oddly familiar. Had he seen it during his childhood perhaps? None the less it was beautiful.

"What is this made of?" Sinbad cooed running his fingertips over the scales smoothly. Apophis moved her wrist as he was gentle in his curious touch. She watched closely as he traced the materials.

"He wasn't a rich man and couldn't afford any gift you'd ever receive. Instead he took the skin and scales of the fish he caught as well as some stones and shells he found by the beach weaving the skin together to create the beautiful pieces. Every year a new fish scales was scent to me. He always told me how his son would help him find stones and shells with him and add his own touches. This stone here," Apophis pointed to a cool grey and purple stone with an S carved into it.

"Is one his son carved his initial in and this one," She pointed to a shell on her bicep piece with a B carved into it.

"Is his initial. They made this one year together to send to me. His wife had even carved her initial into this pinkish stone. She wrote to me as well. " The pink tinted rock had an E carved into the delicate stone. Sinbad felt a wave of emotions building up in his chest. He had carved a stone for a girl his father wrote to. Every day he spent looking for new stones and shells in hopes of creating more pieces for the girl even though he didn't know her. His father always spoke of her. But this was all so familiar. The stones. The Initials and shells. Even the weaving was unmistakably his fathers.

"What was the name of this man?" Sinbad asked hiding any trace of shaking in his voice. This couldn't be the girl he had sent so many pieces of jewelry to all those years back. Apophis had noticed the discomfort in Sinbad and pulled her wrist back gingerly.

"His name was Badr. His wife was Esra and son was Sinbad. Sinbad had sent me one last letter stating the death of Badr and Esra. He never sent a letter to me since." Slowly Sinbad looked to Apophis. This lady before him. A grown women so beautiful and still wearing the beautiful pieces Sinbad and his family had created so long ago. Apophis was the very girl he dreamed of. The pieces on her body unmistakable.

"The ring. He bought it for you?" Apophis nodded and took her ring off handing it to him. The beautiful black metal band with rose like patterns on it and purple stone was the very ring Sinbad picked out  for the girl he wrote to.

"Apophis. When did you receive the ring?" She sat thinking closely.

"Two months after my birth date. Why?" He looked up quickly. Apophis. It couldn't be. Thats why he knew the name so well. His father wrote to a girl his age named Apophis. Her mother died and she was alone. Now Apophis sat before Sinbad. And she was unaware of who he was.

"Apophis." She looked at Sinbad worried. He leaned closer placing the ring onto her finger once more.

"I am Badr and Esra's son. I am Sinbad." Apophis gasped looking into his eyes.

"S-Sinbad....."