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These three need a bit of loving, is all.


Aladdin doesn't know what he is. He doesn't know what he's there for, he doesn't know what he's doing, but what he does know is that, right now, there's blood dripping from Morgiana's wounds and Alibaba's skin is splattered in bruises.

There's a lot he doesn't know but he knows that Alibaba is light. His smile shines for everyone to see and Aladdin is almost overwhelmed the first time he watches the corners of those lips lift and curve into what Aladdin believes should always illuminate that face. Light is his first friend in this world and it spawns courage, determination, friend; Alibaba.

Another thing that Aladdin is sure of is that Morgiana is warm. Her red hair is a fiery halo and her gaze consists of protection, love, warmth. She's warm and wonderful and beautiful—after all, Aladdin doesn't prefer remaining in the cold. Those chains shackling her are offending and Aladdin doesn't think twice when he shatters them. He can't bring himself to regret it (and doesn't even want to) after his light panics and a scowl mars his features because when she looks up, he already knows. She is warmth.

Light leads his way and warmth wraps around him. Both are essential; Aladdin knows that he needs both to survive.

So when he sees these (his) things being threatened, he knows only one thing—that he will protect them.