[fic] Believe That I Tried To Beat This
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notworthyBelieve That I Tried To Beat This
Disney (Aladdin)
Jasmine/Jafar; PG-13
930 words
Jafar's arguing with Genie about his final wish, and she finds herself looking up at one of the windows. Her heart sinks when she doesn't see anything up there- no Carpet, no Abu, and most certainly no Aladdin. Even though she knew that it wasn't possible, she had hoped.
She hangs her head. It's up to her now. She wonders what she's going to do, when it comes clear to her- she has to get that lamp. And the only way she can do that-
"-You will do what I order you to do, slave,"
So she swallows, and calls out his name.
She stands, and places the crown on her head, "I never realized how incredibly handsome you are."
Genie's jaw literally drops, but she ignores him. This is what she has to do- for her father, for Aladdin, for Agrabah.
"Are you sure about this, Jasmine?" her father asks, the concern clear on his face. She fights back tears- she wants to tell him so bad, let him make it all better for her, like he used to.
"Of course I am!" she says brightly, a smile on her face, "I love him daddy!"
"What about Aladdin?" he questions cautiously, with good reason. Jafar had banned the name from Agrabah, saying that it was trite and useless. Privately, she's a little glad- the less she thinks about him, the better. She feels like she's betraying him.
"What about him?" she replies, and the words taste like ash in her mouth.
She wishes that it would rain in Agrabah. It would be fitting- a day she doesn’t want ruined. The sun shines brightly though, and she can feel her father's hand on her arm, as if he's trying to keep her from going though with this.
She wishes that she wasn't. She wishes that Aladdin had shown up last minute, and managed to save them, but she knows that it would be stupid to entertain the thought.
So she kisses him, and seals the deal, and tries to not feel like she's signing the rest of her life away..
He doesn't trust her yet, which is bad, cause that part is needed to getting the lamp away from him. She can tell in the way that he touches her, in the way he glances at her out of the corner of his eye. She knows that she can't be too obvious about it, but she has to do something to convince him. She knows that it's going to take time- but that's time she really doesn't have.
As time goes by, she gets used to him. He's gentler with her than what she expected, and a far more attentive lover than what she ever would have given him credit for. She plays the part of the doting wife- letting him have the power, interjecting subtle ideas that he forms into plans, into actions. It's what keeps her father in the palace with her, and not exiled, or in a dungeon.
"He's not sultan anymore," she had whispered, her teeth biting his earlobe, "He's not a threat to you- no one is."
He had smirked, his hand trailing down her cheek, but he had nodded, and it took all her will power to not cry in relief.
She's determined to not lose anything else.
She knows her face must be flushed by the time she finally collapses on top of him, her breath unsteady. She feels different, and it must show on her face, because he cups her cheek gently. She kisses him to keep his questions at bay, because she isn't sure how to answer him.
She thinks she knows though, and she can't deny the happiness that creeps up on her, warm like the desert sun.
And then one day, she gets her chance. The lamp is left unguarded, and she hesitates. For all his manic scheming, Agrabah is safer and happier than it's been in years. She's- she's content. She misses Aladdin, but if she's honest, she doesn't think of him that often.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks her.
She turns to face him- she hadn't heard him come in. She's lost her chance, and yet-
"Why don't we free the genie? You just have the lamp here- what if someone steals it?" she says.
"Hmm. Perhaps you are correct. I have used my wishes- would you like to do it?"
She nods, and he hands her the lamp. She kisses him, hoping that he assumes it's to show her gratitude- she won't tell him otherwise.
Her heart is her throat as she rubs it. She has a choice here, and when Genie appears- old, sad, and weary- she makes it. In setting him free, he will have his own will. He will do what she can no longer do.
"What can I do for you, master?" he asks. He has this glimmer of hope in his eyes, like he's waiting for her to make everything right.
She won't. She's not sure what right is anymore, but she knows that soon Jafar will be gone, and Aladdin will be back, and she will get rid of the law that says she has to marry a prince- it will be what everyone expects, and she belongs to everyone else.
Funny, how by keeping her prisoner, Jafar was the only one who had let her be free. She places her hand on her stomach. I am so sorry.
"Genie, I have but one wish," she begins, "I wish for your freedom."
Disney (Aladdin)
Jasmine/Jafar; PG-13
930 words
Jafar's arguing with Genie about his final wish, and she finds herself looking up at one of the windows. Her heart sinks when she doesn't see anything up there- no Carpet, no Abu, and most certainly no Aladdin. Even though she knew that it wasn't possible, she had hoped.
She hangs her head. It's up to her now. She wonders what she's going to do, when it comes clear to her- she has to get that lamp. And the only way she can do that-
"-You will do what I order you to do, slave,"
So she swallows, and calls out his name.
She stands, and places the crown on her head, "I never realized how incredibly handsome you are."
Genie's jaw literally drops, but she ignores him. This is what she has to do- for her father, for Aladdin, for Agrabah.
*
"Are you sure about this, Jasmine?" her father asks, the concern clear on his face. She fights back tears- she wants to tell him so bad, let him make it all better for her, like he used to.
"Of course I am!" she says brightly, a smile on her face, "I love him daddy!"
"What about Aladdin?" he questions cautiously, with good reason. Jafar had banned the name from Agrabah, saying that it was trite and useless. Privately, she's a little glad- the less she thinks about him, the better. She feels like she's betraying him.
"What about him?" she replies, and the words taste like ash in her mouth.
*
She wishes that it would rain in Agrabah. It would be fitting- a day she doesn’t want ruined. The sun shines brightly though, and she can feel her father's hand on her arm, as if he's trying to keep her from going though with this.
She wishes that she wasn't. She wishes that Aladdin had shown up last minute, and managed to save them, but she knows that it would be stupid to entertain the thought.
So she kisses him, and seals the deal, and tries to not feel like she's signing the rest of her life away..
*
He doesn't trust her yet, which is bad, cause that part is needed to getting the lamp away from him. She can tell in the way that he touches her, in the way he glances at her out of the corner of his eye. She knows that she can't be too obvious about it, but she has to do something to convince him. She knows that it's going to take time- but that's time she really doesn't have.
*
As time goes by, she gets used to him. He's gentler with her than what she expected, and a far more attentive lover than what she ever would have given him credit for. She plays the part of the doting wife- letting him have the power, interjecting subtle ideas that he forms into plans, into actions. It's what keeps her father in the palace with her, and not exiled, or in a dungeon.
"He's not sultan anymore," she had whispered, her teeth biting his earlobe, "He's not a threat to you- no one is."
He had smirked, his hand trailing down her cheek, but he had nodded, and it took all her will power to not cry in relief.
She's determined to not lose anything else.
*
She knows her face must be flushed by the time she finally collapses on top of him, her breath unsteady. She feels different, and it must show on her face, because he cups her cheek gently. She kisses him to keep his questions at bay, because she isn't sure how to answer him.
She thinks she knows though, and she can't deny the happiness that creeps up on her, warm like the desert sun.
*
And then one day, she gets her chance. The lamp is left unguarded, and she hesitates. For all his manic scheming, Agrabah is safer and happier than it's been in years. She's- she's content. She misses Aladdin, but if she's honest, she doesn't think of him that often.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks her.
She turns to face him- she hadn't heard him come in. She's lost her chance, and yet-
"Why don't we free the genie? You just have the lamp here- what if someone steals it?" she says.
"Hmm. Perhaps you are correct. I have used my wishes- would you like to do it?"
She nods, and he hands her the lamp. She kisses him, hoping that he assumes it's to show her gratitude- she won't tell him otherwise.
Her heart is her throat as she rubs it. She has a choice here, and when Genie appears- old, sad, and weary- she makes it. In setting him free, he will have his own will. He will do what she can no longer do.
"What can I do for you, master?" he asks. He has this glimmer of hope in his eyes, like he's waiting for her to make everything right.
She won't. She's not sure what right is anymore, but she knows that soon Jafar will be gone, and Aladdin will be back, and she will get rid of the law that says she has to marry a prince- it will be what everyone expects, and she belongs to everyone else.
Funny, how by keeping her prisoner, Jafar was the only one who had let her be free. She places her hand on her stomach. I am so sorry.
"Genie, I have but one wish," she begins, "I wish for your freedom."
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Date: 2007-06-20 02:05 pm (UTC)Oh, Disney. ♥
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Date: 2007-06-21 02:37 am (UTC)