Beckoning
Title: Beckoning
Fandom: Disney, Aladdin
Pairing: Aladdin/Jasmine
Warnings: Demonic possession, references to smut.
Prompt: Demon!Jasmine From the Disney_Kink Meme
Jasmine’s been acting…strange, he thinks. He wants to ask, but he doesn’t. Wants to tell himself that it wasn’t because he was afraid to, but he was. It was something about her eyes, the way they narrow when he begins to bring it up, they way her gaze seems to make everything inside of him stop, make his blood flow cold in his veins, makes a weight settle in his throat and he speaks no more. Instead he smiles at his beautiful wife, watching the way she moves past the guards, dressed in flowing reds and blacks, her hips swaying and fingertips brushing along their armor, the smile on her lips indescribable, but unsettling all the same.
It’s…odd, he thinks. How Abu refuses to come near her. How once, in passing he caught sight of her, reaching out to the lounging Abu, who jolts back entirely, dropping the fruit in his hands, baring his teeth at her and hissing low, fearful. He expected her to jump, to move back, to ask him in her soft, melodic voice why he seemed so frightened. Instead he watches her as she leans in close, her lips twisted into a smirk that reminded him much too deeply of Jafar, and hisses right back.
Aladdin’s never seen Abu so terrified in his life.
He finds that he wishes for Genie’s return, one night after Jasmine pins him down upon their bed, her body damp with sweat as she slides herself on top of him, head arched back, laughing deeply as if she ruled the world, her long nails leaving dark marks on his skin. Marks that haven’t quite healed.
It’s…disconcerting, he thinks. The way her eyes always seem to be watching him. Even when alone, searching through the Sultan’s vast library for some clue, some answer, he feels her there. Watching him, seeing him, feels an incredible strain in his bones as he lifts his hand to reach for a scroll, fingertips barely touching the parchment, only to hear her voice call out to him.
Eventually…he stops. Stops looking for an answer, stops trying to ask. Eventually, he gives up and simply smiles at her, purposely ignoring how Rajah, who used to sleep at the foot of their bed, avoids her entirely now. Ignores how the world seems to darken wherever she may step. Ignores the way that her eyes, sometimes, in the sides of his vision seems to blacken over.
He ignores everything, all of it, and stands atop their balcony at night, staring at the stars, inwardly wishing, screaming for Genie’s return, as her long nails rake across his chest, beckoning him to their bed, where she takes him again.