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A life of maybes. ⏤ Aladdin x Jasmine.

PAIRING: aladdin x jasmine / LENGTH: 2.8k / NOTE: here’s some more angst with our favourite couple! this came to me like a fever dream so i hope it does them justice. post movie plot; also in this genie still has the ability to transform into his genie figure as he pleases! / DISCLAIMER: gif is not mine. / WARNINGS: angst, hurt and comfort, some fluff, warm fuzzing ending. injuries but no blood. badass jasmine ft. friends; rajah, abu, genie & hakim! (mentions of dalia). / ORIGINAL REQUEST HERE.

Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable. How was she meant to run a country one day when things like this happened? A few poorly executed words from Aladdin and the whole table, filled with sultans and leaders from surrounding countries, went into shock, meeting gone awry, Jasmine had to spend the next hour explaining themselves, otherwise another war could break out.

“Did you even think before the words came out of your mouth?” Jasmine slammed their bedroom door behind them, making sure they were both out of sight from everyone, the meeting now over, tea and jams being served by Dalia. With a hesitant shrug, Aladdin frowned. “Maybe?” He didn’t even get a chance to explain himself before Jasmine yelled. “You can’t just live your whole life on maybes Aladdin!” Jasmine scoffed, exasperated.

“God, Jasmine. If I– You– It doesn’t–“ He groans as he spins in a frustrated circle. “My whole life, all I’ve ever done is live on a maybe. Maybe I’ll find food today, maybe I’ll sleep through the night without thinking I’m in danger. Maybe one day I’ll get out of here and live the life I feel like I deserve.” Aladdin takes a deep breath, running both of his hands through his hair. “You had rules! Regulations! All I’ve ever known is that life isn’t black and white, it’s the million shades that lay in between. And most of them don’t go my way.” He stares, helpless, at Jasmine; As if she may have the answer to all his problems. She doesn’t. “Feels like they never do.” He storms off, throwing his headpiece onto the ground, unable to look at Jasmine without being reminded of everything he wasn’t.

Jasmine watched, losing sight of the tuft of hair as he rounded the corner. His absence felt so strong, she fell onto the ground, feeling defeated, feeling like everything she knew was being tested yet again. It was exhausting enough dealing with the day to days of a sultan to be, now she had Aladdin twisting and bending the rules she had spent years fighting as if it were nothing. Just like that. He will be excused because he is a man, excused because of his story. While Jasmine had to fight for everything, fight to speak, fight to breathe. Even as she transitioned in a Sultan, her people still questioned her strength.

Rajah growls lowly behind her in worry. “No rajah, I’m not going to run after him– I have so much to do. My father needs me– The leaders will need to see me–.” And yet she stays sat on the marble floor, conflicted. Rajah purrs lightly, nudging her side. “No! He wouldn’t understand, ugh, he never does!” She grows even more frustrated but Rajah is there to give her a reminder, teeth grazing against her wrist before pulling off her mothers band. “Rajah! Give it back!” Jasmine yells, crawling over, trying to get the band back. Rajah continues the manoeuvre out of Jasmine’s reach before he grunts stubbornly, stomping a paw down on the ground. She frowns, arm outstretched as she pauses in her place.

She glances down at the band that hangs from his mouth, momentarily distracted before she sighs, eyes locking with Rajah’s. Her mother’s band. The one Aladdin ‘stole’. Brought back. The key to the beginning. Her mother’s memories radiated from the band but Aladdin’s pure and adventurous ways brought it a new sense of life. Things did go right for Aladdin, he got everything right when it came to her, why couldn’t she for him? She feels the soft nudge or Rajah’s nose on her cheek and her eyes well up with tears. “Oh Rajah. I’m sorry.” Wrapping her arms tightly around Rajah, She sobs silently into the soft fur, the touch and warmth familiar of past pain she and Rajah dealt with through out the years.

“He’s right you know.” A familiar voice booms from the balcony. Jasmine whips her head around to see Genie leaning against one of the pillars. “Right about what?” She asks, feeling as if she already knows, deep down. “Life’s never black and white, just those millions of shades in between. But you know what else there is beyond just shades? Colour. The colour of life. Oh how beautiful it can be.” Genie spreads his arms out wide, blue mist sparkling into the air. “Neither of you see the colour your world holds.” He creates images out of the smoke of all the wonders of the world, like a collage of landscapes but in a swipe of a hand, it’s all gone. “After spending thousands of years in a lamp, brass, brass and more brass.” He jokes for a moment, a small yet brief amused smile on his face, he continues. “Seeing Agrabah– Seeing you two in love, it’s quite magical.”

Jasmine wipes at her cheeks, her tears drying as she listens to Genie. “Both of you are wrong and both of you are right at the same time. But neither of you are looking at what’s right in front of you.” He sighs, grabbing a hold of Jasmine’s hand, pulling her up on her feet. “Many people lose the colour in their life, some earlier than others, some through pain, grief, others are born into a world without it. Aladdin was almost one of those people. You too know that pain, Princess. You need to remind each other of what’s out there and what’s in here.” Genie lets go of Jasmine’s hand and pokes the space above her heart, making an illusion as if it’s glowing.

Of course. The colour of their lives. Aladdin always lived with maybes because it was all he had left, slowly losing sense of what was really in front of him. “Genie– I need to– Aladdin.” Thoughts run ramped in Jasmine’s mind. She quickly puts on her mother’s band and kisses the top of Rajah’s head. “I promise I’ll be back soon.” Turning quick on her feet, she runs to the balcony railing, stepping up and looking over the edge.

“Wait–wait, should I get someone? Lock the doors?” Genie asks, confused. Jasmine ignores him, steadying her balance on the railing before yelling out. “Carpet!” Silence echoes back at her before the soft sound of wind against fabric draws near. Then in one giant swoop, Carpet appears from under the balcony, flying up, a gush of wind blowing against Jasmine’s front. Carpet flies back down to the railing and gets into place, waiting for Jasmine. Jasmine doesn’t hesitate and jumps on, grabbing hold of the two front tassels. “Make sure no one knows I’ve left!” She yells to Genie. “Let’s go carpet, we need to find him.” With a small tug, Carpet is off, flying past the palace, round over the coastal waters and into town.

He couldn’t have gotten far. Jasmine thinks. But then she’s reminded of how quick and athletic Aladdin was, he could be anywhere. “Carpet take me to Aladdin’s hideout.” Even after the events, Aladdin still snuck away to his hideout when he was stressed or scared. The one place he truly felt comfortable in. Though he had hoped one day he could feel just as comfortable living at the palace. It was the first place Jasmine thought of, if he wasn’t there, she worried she’d struggle to find him. What she didn’t expect to see on arrival was Abu sitting alone, pacing back and forth across the roof. “Abu!” Jasmine yells. Abu jumps up and down as he sees her, squeaking and chirping, looking scared. Something was wrong. “Where is he Abu?” Abu starts shrugging dramatically but points down to the back alleys of town. He must have left Abu here but why? Abu then acts out eating apples and it clicks. “Jump on Abu, We don’t have time!”

Abu jumps and grabs on for his life as they speed off further into town, through the rafters of the markets, she sees the colour of Aladdin’s clothes before him. They stand out more than his street rat clothes did, different fabrics, different artistic sewing skills. But it wasn’t just his clothes; Standing at the markets, a tall man has him in a hold, hands around his throat, choking him in anger. “Carpet quick!” Jasmine yells, bracing herself as carpet swoops down, timing the right moment before jumping off and onto the man. All three of them fall into a heap, Jasmine hitting the man in the face unintentionally, causing him to groan out in pain as Aladdin gasps for air on the ground, choking on the kicked up dirt.

“Who dares strike me!” The man yells as Jasmine runs to Aladdin, helping him to his feet. “Who dares strike a Prince consort!” She yells back, letting Carpet hold Aladdin upright as she turns accusingly at the man. “He’s no consort of mine! He’s the same old street rat he’s always been! Nothing can ever change that.” Jasmine was fuming, fists clenched. Abu chirped, scared and jumped behind carpet. She knew not all citizens took kindly to Aladdin’s new role, having only seen the destruction of Jafar’s wrath and Aladdin involved in it. There wasn’t much trust. But some detested him more than others, seemingly waiting for the day they could lay a hand on him themselves.

“And you’re no man to threaten another over something he didn’t do! I’d have your stall removed by the end of today if you really want to risk your business like this. But your reputation has done more than enough.” She motions around the crowd, families, women with their child stare in fear. The man starts to sweat, waving his hands, shaking his head. “N-no please, your highness.” He bows. Jasmine rolls her eyes before pulling the man up off of his feet. “If I ever see you threatening your own customers ever again, you can say goodbye to your stall. Good day sir.”

“Let’s go Carpet.” Jasmine says in a huff. Carpet then folds Aladdin up onto its back, leaving room for Jasmine, Abu jumping on her shoulder. They fly up and out of the markets, heading straight back to the palace without looking back. Aladdin breathes heavy as he lays on Carpet, eyes fluttering as he comes in and out of consciousness. They needed to get back fast. “Genie!” Jasmine yells as they fly back up the palace to her balcony. “Clear the room, get the box from the bathroom chambers!” Genie does just that, with a snap of a finger and a puff of blue smoke, everything is ready, Rajah sits to the side, worried as they fly in. Carpet lays Aladdin on the bed and Jasmine is quick to bring Aladdin water, bringing the box of aid to her side.

“J-Jasmine.” Aladdin croaks. “Shh. It’s okay. We can talk later, right now we need to deal with this.” At closer inspection, she notices Aladdin’s hand caressing his side. She moves it away and sees no blood. Strange. She lifts his shirt and sees a large developing bruise around his right side. What did that man do to her husband? “Guards!” Jasmine yells, seconds later loyal Hakim and another guard come running in. “Get the healer at once!” She orders. “Yes your highness.” Hakim is quick on his feet, pulling the other guard to find the healer.

“It’s just a bruise– I think.” Aladdin’s broken voice whispers, one eye shut, wincing. “I’ve seen broken ribs before Aladdin, you can thank Jafar for that.” She gives him a look after examining his side. But her eyes go soft in seconds, seeing how worried Aladdin was for her. “Stop that.” She huffs. “Stop–“ Aladdin coughs, the throbbing in his throat now constant. “–Stop what?” Jasmine sighs, a hand coming to his cheek. “Stop thinking of others before yourself. Look at you. A mess. Yet you’re–“ “–If it makes you feel better, it distracts me from the pain.” He laughs weakly before groaning in pain. She sighs but can’t help and smile, stopping herself from hitting his chest in annoyance.

The healer runs in record time and after spending the afternoon in examination and healing, Aladdin is wrapped up and given a strong concoction of meds for the pain. “He’ll be bedridden for a few weeks, not fully healed until six weeks has passed. No strenuous activities. He came out lucky.” The healer warns Aladdin and Jasmine. Jasmine only nods, not wanting to think too hard about the month and a half ahead. Once the healer leaves, the room falls silent. Aladdin lays in bed, emitting soft breaths as he slips in and out of rest. Jasmine sits by his side, her fingers playing with his own absentmindedly. Rajah rests his head at the end of the bed with Abu laying relaxed on his back and Genie, sitting back in his human form out on the balcony, ready if needed. But Jasmine jumps as she feels Aladdin grip hard onto her hand, awakening from what must of been a flashback dream of earlier today. “It’s okay, hey, you’re okay.” She brings a hand to his forehead, brushing his hair out of his face. The herbs really must be affecting him.

“Jasmine?” He asks, now awake, mind slightly dazed. “What is it?” She asks. “I’m sorry–“ “No. No sorry.” She demands, causing Aladdin to frown in confusion. “I’m the one who should be sorry.” Her fingers cascade down the side of his face, watching him lean into her touch. “Then we’re both sorry.” He groans as he tries to move from his spot. Jasmine pushes him back down, hand on his exposed chest. the shirt having been removed long ago.

She takes a moment to take in his features, feeling his chest rise and fall, noticing the bruising starting to form around his neck in a tight ring. It looks so painful. “I let you get hurt because of how stubborn I was.” – “You didn’t.” – “I did. I know it’s not my fault but Aladdin, I need to take responsibility. As your princess, your future sultan and as yours.” Aladdin looks up at her, worried yet fond, admiring her words. She had never met someone who listened as well as Aladdin did.

“You’ve lived your whole life in the shadows, the shades in between. While I lived in the harsh spotlight, bright expectations and dark unknown places.” She starts, eyes watering for god knows why. “But when I’m with you, I see colour.” She smiles weakly, thinking back to what Genie said. “For the first time in my life I see a better view, a brighter perspective.” She closes her eyes, tears running down her cheeks. “To think I could’ve lost you or have never met you because I lived my life by the rules– scares me.” The warm touch of Aladdin’s hand on her cheek surprises her, causing her to gasp. Opening her eyes, she smiles at the familiar face looking back at her.

“That’s a lot of words, Princess.” Aladdin teases with a genuine smile. “But I hope we can learn to see more colour. Learn from our past and our fears, together.” He understands, understands Jasmine and understands the pain they have both experienced. He gently pulls Jasmine down until their forehead’s touch, warm breaths shared between them in their own little world. Jasmine hums softly, pressing her nose into the side of his face before leaving a soft, tender kiss on his neck, over the bruise. “You didn’t actually steal anything did you?” The thought comes to her mind. Aladdin coughs in offence. “No– My stealing days are over. Though if anyone deserved it, he definitely did.” They both laugh together, pulling apart.

“Oh two beautiful love birds– What a sight.” Genie interrupts, sighing romantically as he takes a seat on the ottoman, taking a sip of some tea, Dalia must have brought it in earlier. “Seems like my work here is done. No more running off for you my boy.” Genie points a finger at Aladdin, smile and all. “Genie.” Jasmine says. Genie raises an eyebrow. “Thank you. From both of us. Without your words, I’d still be here, lost.” Genie, always flattered but never truly shows it. “Some would say ten thousand years in a lamp brings you wisdom, I just think it’s common sense. But hey, it’s the least I could do for my two favourite people, after Dalia of course.” They all laugh in response.

The room is warm and bright, filled with love and friendship. Neither Jasmine or Aladdin could imagine their lives without any of their friends. Without Genie, Carpet, Abu, Rajah, Hakim, Dalia. They were just lucky enough to call them family. From this day forward, they’d do everything they could to see the world and all it’s colour.

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