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art-appreciation-dog · 7 months

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Sinbad - Character concepts

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nomelwelloy · 7 months

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a/n: here is a little sinbad: lotss drabble! don’t know if the fandom is still out there but here is my humble brain rot… enjoy! (reblogs are greatly appreciated <3)

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Sinbad stands alone in the quiet of the balcony alcove, away from the hubbub of the party. It’s a rare sight, thinks Proteus, as he creeps up behind him, pressing a cold cup to his cheek. “You’re not one to miss a party,”

With a grin mirroring his, Sinbad takes the cup, leaning forward on the white marble railing. “It’s nice up here,”

Proteus leans against the pillar, shooting an amused glance his way before his eyes land on the sunset beyond the horizon. “Are we getting sentimental now?”

Sinbad chuckles, a deep sound that resembles more of a purring tiger. “That’s usually you, Proteus. Today, I seek quiet. Tomorrow,” Sinbad briefly steals a glance to his left; Proteus is still lost in the melting colours of the sky, his gaze faraway, like he’s floating amidst the shifting colours and clouds. Sinbad looks away with an inward sigh, unable to say what they both already know.

The party is still raging on; discordant conversations and excited hollering ring out amidst the commotion, followed by a series of barks and screams, and the music effortlessly picks up once more.

Proteus lets out a breathy chuckle, taking another sip from his cup. “Marina too, isn’t she? She’s also leaving,”

“Yeah,” Sinbad says with a shake of his head. “She’s got her own ship now, and a dedicated crew… all in such short time.” he frowns, “I think she might be better at this than I am.”

This elicits a laugh from Proteus, and Sinbad relaxes, looking up as their gazes meet.

“Marina comes very close,” Proteus puts down his chalice and steps forward. He tugs Sinbad’s collar, straightening out the creases of his blazer. His hand brushes over his chest as if to dust away something, his motions deliberate. “But no one does it as best as you,”

Sinbad almost swoons as Proteus’s cologne washes over him, but he steadies himself, desperately focusing on the little mole by his lower lip.

“What else am I best at?” Sinbad says quietly, just for their ears. Proteus’s eyes light up with a knowing grin.

“Why don’t you show me?”

Sinbad groans, unable to take anymore of his teasing and he closes the distance between them to catch his lips in a deep, fervour-filled kiss. His hands wrap around his waist and another carts through his hair, let down in loose waves tonight. Proteus backs him up against the railing, hands gripping the marble on either side of them as he deepens the kiss. There’s something urgent about the way he’s pressing into him, snuffing out the slightest space between them, angling his head to grant Sinbad deeper access into his mouth.

They only separate when their lungs scream for air, and even then they don’t step apart; their foreheads press as they catch their breath, and Proteus’s hand comes to rest on his wrist. Their hands are the same size and calloused, but Sinbad’s is rougher, while Proteus’s fingers are slender, familiar to the sword and pen. It’s a great difference, and he wonders briefly how Marina’s hands look like now.

Sinbad turns his over to weave their fingers together. “I’ll write often,” he offers this assurance, to which even Proteus seems dissatisfied.

“I only need one thing from you, Sinbad,” he leans away to get a good look at him. “That you stay safe, and return to me in one piece.”

A beat of silence, the crashing of waves against stone beneath them, and the droning of a party behind. “Those are two things,” he points out.

Proteus breaks into a smile, eyes crinkling and he shakes his head.

Sinbad traces his finger over his heart in a cross motion. “If not, Eris can-”

Proteus clamps a hand over his mouth. “Come on, Sinbad.”

He relents with a gleeful grin.

“Shall we return to the party?” Proteus asks, picking up his chalice.

Sinbad glances toward the sea. The skies are a dim, dusty blue now, swallowing the last minutes of daylight as pinpricks of silver begin to dot the skies. The views out at sea cannot compare, but there’s nothing quite like a starry night over Syracuse.

“Not yet,” Sinbad finds his hand once more, resting them on the cool marble. “Lets stay a little longer.”

#literally was doing nothing the other day and bam #attacked outta nowhere by this idea idek man #had it get it out of my system #if anyone likes this #reblogs are greatly appreciated!#sinbad: legend of the seven seas #sinbad x proteus #sinbad #sinbad: lotss #proteus #nomelwelloy

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plutxbug · 7 years

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Klance “Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas” AU

Guys I know, but hear me out! I just watched the movie again and I just thought of them and it’s awesome, trust me. So I haven’t figured out everything yet but a few things are already sorted out.

- Keith going “Yeah, you see in the hands of an expert a good knife has 1,001 good uses” proceeded by him wanting to impress Lance and instead accidentally destroying their hideout

- Lance: Knife, please Keith: Oh, right, like I'd give you a weapon *Keith’s crew reaching for their knives and offering them to Lance*

- Just Keith being kinda anti-social but being the best damn captain out there. Also his comebacks are more deadpanned and serious compared to the original (still hilarious though).

- Lance being a prince and an ambassador! Also loving the sea and wanting a life there since he can think!!!

- Keith has a major crush since he saw Lance the first time but would never tell anyone, so they have a rough start on their journey to save Shiro from death

- Shiro: Do you have any idea how serious this is? Keith *in handcuffs*: Do you have any idea how many times I've heard that today?

- Lance saving everyone from the sirens and the crew being really thankful for that

- Lance: Look, clearly I can't appeal to your honor. But I have other ways of convincing you. Keith: Really? Uh... Just how do you expect to do that? Lance: By speaking your language. *holds up large diamond*

- Just Lance being really smart, nonchalant and always good with words, while Keith kinda struggles due to being more intuitive and also distrusting at first

- Also Hunk as Keith’s first mate. Already knowing what’s going on between the two and lovingly teasing Keith. Not to mention the sass!

- And shirtless Hunk (!) when it gets cold and Keith going “Put a shirt on before you poke someone's eye out! “

- Just following scenario: Lance: So, how do we get down? Keith: I don't know. *Lance stares at him* Keith: I don't know yet. I'm workin' on it. Lance: You scaled a thousand-foot tower of ice, and you don't know how to get down?

- Keith: That's a very long voyage. And it's very, very dangerous. Lance: Don't worry. I'll protect you. *smirks*