Link to part 1 of Alibaba Drabbles: s/12571835/1/Alibaba-Drabbles

Pairing: Alibaba and Sharrkan

Set during Second Sindria Arc.

Shoutout to Kestrealbird for the idea of flower crowns!

Sharrkan didn't get jealous. There was just no way he could be jealous, despite what Yamraiha said. Because why would he be envious about not getting something stupid like a flower crown? Even if said flower crowns were handmade with care by Alibaba, he still wasn't jealous. Even if Alibaba had made individualized ones for everyone (seriously, he even made one for Masrur!) but him, he still didn't care.

He also didn't care that Alibaba was spending so much time with the Kou princess, Kougyoku. They would sit together for hours, just talking and making flower crowns. It was obvious the girl had a rather large crush on his student. But as previously stated, he definitely didn't care.

"Am I going to have to worry about you killing Kougyoku? Because that would reflect rather poorly on our kingdom," Jafar deadpanned from beside him. He had no idea when the other General had even gotten there.

"What would make you think I have ill intentions to the little princess?" His smile felt like it was splitting his face in half.

"You were staring at her as if wondering the best place to stick your sword." Dammit, he hadn't noticed that he'd been staring.

"Just ask him out already, before he goes off and gets himself killed."

"Alibaba, out of curiosity, why haven't you made Sharrkan a flower crown?" He was slightly startled as Jafar appeared at his side as he sat in the gardens. He sighed, knowing the former assassin knew all about his feelings for his swordplay mentor.

"I actually made his first. But then I figured that a flower crown would seem stupid and childish to the future King of Heliohapt," he muttered, plucking the petals off of a carnation before him.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason, I just found it odd that you gave everyone but him one." Oh man, was it that obvious? But as he thought back to all of his friends proudly wearing their crowns, it was evident that only his sensei didn't have one.

"Where did you put the one you made him? It isn't too late to give it to him." Jafar told him softly, an encouraging smile illuminating Alibaba's dark thoughts. Every time he made a flower crown, he would infuse a bit of his magoi into it so it wouldn't fall apart. The magic would also preserve the flowers, though, so his sensei's crown should still be in good condition. But just the thought of giving it to the man made him want to cry. As every crown was individualized, Sharrkan's crown was basically a love confession.

"No, he would just make fun of me if I gave him it." Jafar seemed frustrated, but instead of replying, he swiftly got to his feet.

"I better go take care of some things. I will leave you be, Alibaba." And before he could even say goodbye, the General was gone.

Sharrkan awoke to the sunrise, as he did every morning. Upon opening his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of flowers. Although he was confused, he reached out to grab them, sitting up in his bed as he did so. There were three types of flowers that were tastefully intertwined, the shades of purple, red, and blue playing well off each other in the morning light. Alibaba had finally crafted him a crown! No longer drowsy, he jumped to his feet, rushing over to his mirror. Looking at his reflection, he gently placed the crown on his head.

It fit perfectly, the colors standing out amongst his white hair. Reaching up, he gently brushed a knuckle over a petal, marveling how soft it was. He couldn't seem to stop smiling, admiring his gift. Although he was slightly confused to as why and how Alibaba left the crown beside his bed, he didn't really care. He wondered what the flowers were and what they meant, making sure to remember to go ask Yamraiha later. But first, he had a lesson with his favorite student.

"Good morning, Alibaba!" The young man quickly turned around upon being greeted by his mentor, ready to begin swordsmanship practice for the day.

"Good morning to you as-" He cut off suddenly, finally taking note of the flower crown on Sharrkan. The crown he made for him to be specific. The one that was supposed to be hidden away in a drawer in his room. He couldn't help but feel horrified, though it seemed the other was unaware he was wearing Alibaba's love confession.

"I know, it looks great on me. Thanks for the flower crown, by the way," Sharrkan smirked, though his eyes seemed to shine.

"N-No problem," he choked out, trying to stop his blush to no avail. At least he knew now that the other liked his gift, even if he did mean for it to ever go to him.

"Okay, now let's get started. Show me what you've got."

"Jafar!" He yelled, throwing open the door to the General's office. Upon finishing his lesson for the day, he had immediately began seeking out his target. The white-haired male looked up, startled by his entrance but not surprised to see him.

"What have you done?! And how did you get into my room?!" He felt like his heart was about to exploded, all the panic he had suppressed earlier coming back threefold.

"Calm down, Alibaba," the other sighed, getting up. He grabbed a glass of water as he approached, shoving it into Alibaba's hands as he directed the hyperventilating blonde into a chair.

"My life is over," he stated upon finishing the water, head falling onto the back of the chair as his will to live left him.

"Stop being so melodramatic. I merely gave him your gift, and, from the way he's been parading around Sindria showing it off, I'd say he likes it," Jafar chuckled, returning to his seat behind his desk.

"You had no right to meddle like this," he growled, more angered at the invasion of privacy than anything. The other had snuck into his room as he slept, gone through his belongings.

"You're right, and I'm sorry for that. But I'm not sorry for finally breaking the stalemate between you two." The General was hiding his face behind his sleeves, the ultimate poker face.

"What are you talking about?!" He yelled, exasperated.

"Nothing, Alibaba. Allow me to get you another glass of water."

"Hey! Yam!" Sharrkan called out, entering the Magician's workshop. He leisurely looked around, waiting for the other to make an appearance.

"What do you want, I'm in the middle of crafting a new spell?" Yamraiha asked as she finally appeared, annoyed at having been interrupted.

"Alibaba finally made me a flower crown, and I was wondering if you knew what kind of flowers they are and what they mean." The other General was beaming, a beautiful ring of flowers adorning his head. Instantly interested, her annoyance faded way. When she held out a hand, the other gently removed the flower crown to give her for a closer look.

"These little blue flowers are called forget-me-nots. The little purple ones are lilacs. And the large red flowers are amaryllis," she explained to him, pointing out the flowers as she named them. Sharrkan repeated the names after her, committing them to memory.

"Forget-me-not flowers mean a connection that lasts through time and undying love. Lilacs mean longing and the early stirrings of love. And amaryllis mean passion and love," she recited from memory, her voice soft and fond as she stroked the petals on the crown in her hands. Sharrkan, on the other hand, was in shock. Alibaba had made him this flower crown. This flower crown symbolized love. This was his way of confessing his feelings!

"What are some other flowers that represent love?"

It had been a week since Alibaba had last seen Sharrkan, and he felt like he was dying inside. His mentor was no where to be found, and even Sinbad didn't know where he was. He wanted to cry, had his flower crown had anything to do with the other's absence? He made his way back to his room, done with practicing his swordsmanship by himself for the day. He was almost ready to fall onto his bed when he noticed flowers on his desk. Upon a closer look, it was really a flower crown. There was a note underneath of it.

Alibaba,

Thought you could use a flower crown of your own. Took me a week to finally make one that doesn't look like shit, so you better wear it at all times.

Sharrkan

PS- Yam helped me with the flowers, so if she got a meaning wrong, its not my fault.

He set down the note, butterflies beginning to take flight in his stomach. He picked up the crown, looking at it closely under the fading light. Pink peonies, meaning romance, were tastefully woven together with honeysuckle, which symbolized the bond between two people lasting for an eternity. Alibaba laughed, gently cradling the crown. It looked a little ruffled, and he could see some places where the weaving wasn't tight enough. But he loved it all the same, this flower crown that Sharrkan had made for him. It was hard to imagine the impatient swordsman taking a week to perfect his skills in crafting flower crowns, doing it over and over again until he finally made one that he was proud of. As he contemplated where to go after this kind of gesture, he felt something odd. He carefully pulled out what he had felt, revealing a wad of paper.

You and me, picnic in the gardens at sunrise?

Looks like he was going to have to thank Jafar for his meddling later.