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The petite brunette clapped her hand over the top of the glass before he could bring it to his lips. “Aladdin,” she said warningly. “I know you like milk, but you’re going to make yourself sick.”

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Through My Own Eyes

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Alanna wandered in the woods at the edge of the Continental Army’s camp. Well, one of the camps, at least. She hadn’t been a part of this camp long. It was only about a fortnight since she’d finally met her father and joined the other women who followed the army for food and shelter. In fact, she’d only just been talking with him minutes ago, catching up on years of separation. When Alanna had left the tent after, she had felt the need to wander and marvel at the wonders of this new land in which she found herself. It was just amazing. There was so much green here! Sure, there had been trees and plants in Cairo, but nothing like the flora of the American Colonies. Here, there was more green than there was ground! Trees that grew straight and tall, with thick trunks as wide as an elephant, and more varieties of flowers and fruits than she could name. It was a whole new world compared to her life in Cairo.

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📎rev...olutionary....w....a....r.....a....u.......

Send 📎 and an AU you’d like to see my muse in, and I’ll say if I’d do it!

Oh, definitely. (Though I know you’re just asking so Alanna and Alton can interact, lol.) 

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) bonjour

“Bonjour, Aladdin! Well, this is quite a surprise. Are you in France for business or pleasure?”

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"Hey there, are you alright? You look a little...well. You don't look so good." (For the m!a)!!

“Oh, Aladdin, I...do I really?” Belle chewed her bottom lip, her gaze flicking subtly to the two spirits she could see over his shoulder.

“Of course she’s all right. I’m here!” Gaston’s translucent form flexed, earning a glare from both Belle and the other spirit, who looked very much like an older version of the young woman.

“Calme, si’l vous plait,” Mireille frowned, giving her daughter a sympathetic glance.

“I’m fine. Just...let’s say some of my past has decided to come back.”

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Bellie

Give my muse an embarrassing nickname

Belle arched an eyebrow, then shrugged and shook her head, amused.

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Finding the Missing Link

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Alanna moved silently through the crowds in Agrabah’s marketplace, her eyes darting about in search of one person in particular. When she found him, she smiled behind her veil. Her hair was covered by a dark, nearly navy, blue dupatta, further hiding her identity. Normally, she would have had a kaffiyeh hiding her hair and face, the same as the other members of the Forty---though forty they were currently not---but it wouldn’t help her today to look like a bandit. Not when she needed to be inconspicuous. So she kept her face hidden in the same style as the other women in the marketplace, with a veil that covered everything below her eyes. Her smile persisted as she watched the young man skillfully appropriate a piece of fruit from a cart and then lift some coins from an unsuspecting passerby’s purse.

As the young thief slipped into the shadows of a side street, Alanna followed silently, waiting until his guard was down to approach him.

“So,” she said, stepping toward him, her smirk evident in her tone, “are you as bold as they say?”

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You Found Me

Their mother was sick. Dying. With what little Marjanah and Alanna earned weaving for a rug vendor, they couldn’t afford much by way of food or medicine, and Marjanah always gave her children the bigger portion. “You’re growing children, you need it more than I,” she would say when Alanna and Aladdin protested. Malnutrition only made it easier for the illness to take hold, and soon she was too weak to leave her pallet. They were lucky Marjanah’s employer Hasib was married to a woman kind enough to bring them food and keep the three of them fed, but without Marjanah able to work, what little Alanna could continue to earn–and that was an even smaller amount than her mother alone would have earned–disappeared quickly with each visit to the apothecary for medicine.

It wasn’t enough. None of the remedies the apothecary made did any good. Marjanah’s strength waned further each day, and neither of her children could stand by and watch their amah fade.

Alanna went looking for solutions. For ways she and Aladdin could at least try to save Marjanah. Finally, when they were truly desperate, she heard a tale from a traveling storyteller that sounded like it just might be what they were looking for. The storyteller told of the Majlis al Jinn, the Meeting Place of the Djinn, and an artifact hidden there that could cure any ill. So that was where she decided she would go.

Aladdin refused to be left behind while his sister went to search for this mysterious artifact. No matter how Alanna tried to get him to stay and help take care of Marjanah, her little brother–stubborn little ten-year-old boy that he was–insisted on accompanying her. And eventually Alanna gave in.

The siblings traveled for days before they found the Majlis al Jinn, but find it they did. Unlike its location, the artifact was easy to find, and Alanna soon had it tucked into her satchel as they returned to Agrabah. But their brief victory was not meant to last. As they reached their meager hovel, a djinni–intimidating and looking to be made completely of flame–appeared before them, blocking their path.

“You have stolen from the djinn. Return what you stole, or face punishment.”

Alanna pushed Aladdin behind her and clutched at her satchel. “But we need it to help our amah. Please! I will return it when she’s well again.”

The djinni repeated its claim, and when Alanna tried to reason with it once more, it ignored her pleas. “You have stolen from the djinn to further your own desires. Now your fate shall be to serve the desires of others.” Almost instantly, orange-red smoke surrounded Alanna and pulled her into a bottle that suddenly appeared in the street. When the smoke dissipated, she had vanished. As had the bottle, the artifact, and the djinni.

Alanna had no idea how much time had passed since then. She’d already been found by multiple masters in many different lands, and time passed differently within her bottle. It could have been as little as a few weeks or as long as a few centuries, though she truly doubted the former. She’d been fifteen when the djinni--an ifrit, she had later found out, thanks to one of her more knowledgeable masters having a book on magical creatures--had cursed her, and she was at least eighteen now. At least, that was how old she had been when her body stopped aging. She didn’t know how long it had been since then. She only hoped Aladdin was all right. That he had manage to find some way to save their mother.

When she felt her bottle being picked up, she immediately sat up on the cushions that served as the bed where she spent most of her time in her bottle. She hoped her newest master would at least be relatively kinder than her last. Her most recent master had been rather cruel and blamed Alanna for his wishes going awry when it was really his own fault for not phrasing them carefully despite her warnings.

A now-familiar reddish orange smoke surrounded her and flowed out of the mouth of her bottle, depositing Alanna on the ground before her new master. She immediately bowed her head and spoke the words that had become rote, gesturing so three ruby-like wishes appeared in her new master’s hand as she did.

“Master mine, my will is thine. Tell me your wishes three.” Once the words had left her lips, Alanna looked up. And her mouth dropped open. “Allah above...Aladdin?” The young man who’d found her bottle looked so similar to the ten-year-old she remembered, only taller and older, that the name had escaped her mouth before she could stop it.