#princewished

She had to give props to the royal tailor for this one; not only did her new formal attire have pants (how freeing!), but it didn't make her feel nearly as disguised as her old uniform had. And yet, old habits died hard. Already she had picked up a stack of used dishes twice only for Faith to whisk them out of her hands. Right, she wasn't serving the royals anymore; she was one of them now.

It was an adjustment period for everyone, really, having the princess' female fiancée attending these gatherings. This was the first one they'd had with visitors from another kingdom— if she was to take her future role as queen, she'd have to get used to that. Still, she couldn't help the heavy heartbeat in her chest as she attempted to introduce herself to one of their guests. Don't mess up, don't mess up. Prove to everyone you can do this.

[ Random Positivity! ] | Always Accepting

@princewished

Fee! 💜 We have jams! (I hope you get the reference lol)

First off, you’re wonderful and a phenomenal writer. Too be honest, I was close to deleting my Jasmine blog, seeing as the fandom wasn’t very popular anymore. But then I stumbled upon yours and Ellie‘s blog, which changed my mind. Yay for an expansion of this fandom. Of course I was a little intimidated at first, but also freaking thrilled that you were wanting to write with me. You really peel back all of these layers in Al, that aren’t shown in the movies. You truly nail every single aspect of him and it honestly feels like I’m rping with the actual Aladdin.

I absolutely appreciate you as a human being and for introducing me to the Aladdin Broadway musical. It’s a life changer and has opened my eyes to exploring unanswered questions to Jasmine. I’m now hooked on the songs, so thank you lol.

“Al, relax,” Puck reassured the other as he straightened his boyfriend’s tie. “They’re going to love you. And if they don’t...I’ll kick all of their asses,” he promised, puffing out his chest a bit. “Now we can’t be late or Mr. Schue will be pissed. And I don’t like pissing him off.”

“Whoa you look worse than me and I just took on the Rhino,” Peter leaned over the kitchen counter to peer at Al. “What’s up Al?”

“Didn’t know this was a smugglers den,” Luke teased, coming to sit at the bar, a hand raised to signal the bartender. “Didn’t expect to see you this far from the Outer Rim, what’re you doing here Al.”