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Aladdin queen fic; John Deacon x reader Chap. 2; A Connection

*Author’s note*

Okay wow been a LONG TIME since I pulled this series back up. But now that other series have been completed, and more requests done, I figured it was about damn time I jumped right back into our Disney!Queen fic don’t you. So to those who are fans of the series, thank you for being PATIENT with me since I had other things going on. I hope to regularly update this series until it is fully complete, and I know this chap. isn’t as long as the last one but I’ll try to make the next one a bit longer but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless.

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After losing the guards, I led the two boys towards my little hideout located at an abandoned roof of an old building.  No one had lived in it for years, so I figured that it would be my personal humble abode.

“Where are we?” asked the brunette.

“You’ll see.” I pulled a lever and soon a hidden stairway came out from the wall.  The two boys were in awe and I said.

“Come on, this way.” I began walking up the pegged wooden stairs till I reached the stone bridge, with the two boys behind me as we entered the building and began walking up the stairs.

“You really live here?” asked the blonde.

“Yep. Just me and Abu. Come and go as we please.” I answered.  As we walked up the small tower we soon reached my humble abode. “Welcome to my humble—” but I saw that the red sheet still covered our home. “Uhh hold on.” I then went over to the rope pully and tugged on it which lifted the blanket to reveal my small table, a sheet and pillow for my bed, and a small pillow that was Abu’s bed. “There, welcome to my humble abode.”

“Wow, you are quite the sorceress.” The blonde stated with a grin. I saw Abu go straight for his pillow and watched as he made himself comfortable while my two white guests looked around.

“Abu! Tea.” I hissed silently but all he did was scratch his stomach and yawn boredly, flatly ignoring my request to fetch our guests some tea. “Tea?”

“Oh yes thank you.” Said the brunette haired boy while I saw the blonde go up to the balcony to stare far out to the city that faced towards the sea.

“Wow. Now this is a view. And you get to see out into the sea every day? Live like this every day? Ducking the guards, avoiding the law.” I looked at the blonde confused.

“You found joy in that?”

“Are you joking? That was the most fun I’ve had in years. And that includes the Versailles twins.” I turned towards the brunette and he shook his head in disgust and whispered.

“You don’t wanna know. Also I want to thank you for—stopping that man.” Now that I was getting a better look at this guy, it turns out that he was—pretty handsome.  His pale complexion made him glisten like the moon, his eyes a unique type of color I didn’t know whether they were blue like the sea or green like emerald jewels.

His long brown hair was wildly long but it was tamed almost like a horse’s mane.

“(Y/n) wasn’t it?” By Allah, even when he said my name with that accent of his it—made my heart flutter. Wait what? Get a grip (y/n) you just met him. Plus you don’t even know his name.

“Yes, you’re welcome uhh….”

“Jim, and the crazy blonde friend of mine is…..”

“Ben.” The blonde introduced himself.

“Jim and Ben. From the palace.”

“How could you tell?” asked Jim.

“Well aside from your skin color you both are not from anywhere in India. And this is the only place in West India that has an English settlement here. Plus only someone from the palace could afford rings like that.” I gestured towards Jim’s fingers. “Also that silk lining is imported to. It comes from the merchant boats straight to the palace. But not to servants, at least not most servants, which means you both must be servant boys to the English Princes.”

“Clever girl.” Ben muttered impressed. “How’d you know that?”

“My—baba was once a merchant. A long, long time ago before he met my mother. Told me all about the places he used to go to, all that he used to sell.” I looked down sadly remembering my baba and ami.  I brushed off my grief before telling Ben, “Besides if you think that’s impressive, you should see the view from up there?” I gestured towards the top of the tower.

He ran right up the steps to where he would see the rest of the kingdom of Agrabah as well as the palace in all its glory. He whistled.

“Jim, you gotta see this.” He turned towards me and I gestured for him to go on up while I prepped the tea.

“Agrabah. It’s so beautiful. Wish we could get out more.”

“Try telling that to the Princes. No one’s seen them since the royal families arrived.” I said.

“They won’t let them. Ever since our…..” Ben started but Jim interrupted him.

“Queens died. The kings have been afraid to lose their sons too. So they’ve been locked away, kept inside the sanctuary of four walls whether on their travels for suitors, or even their own home.”

“Yeah, it was tragic. Losing them to the sea. The people of Agrabah say that out of any English royalties that have ever graced our shores, the Queens of England were the most generous and kindest rulers ever known. We mourned for their deaths just as much as I’m sure people back in your country did.” I said as I poured the tea into three cups.

“They definitely weren’t daffodils that’s for sure. Especially Queen Winifred.” Ben said solemnly.  But just hearing how he said her name, it almost seemed like he knew her personally.

“They were like mother’s to us”. John said as he placed a comforting hand to his friend’s shoulder.  Then as he took a step he knocked into my lute guitar and knocked it over which woke up Abu from his nap.  I softly smiled but hid it from them behind one of the glasses. “Is this yours?” he asked as he picked it up.

“It’s—sorta borrowed.” He picked it up and held it so carefully like he was holding a prized baby calf before gently picking the strings and playing a familiar tune. “My mama used to sing that song to me.”

“Mine did too.” He said as he looked up at me.

“You said your father was once a merchant, right?”

“Yeah.”

“What of your mother?”

“Just….a seamstress. In fact that’s how she and my baba met each other. He was traveling one day and they just—crossed paths and mama said it was like magic.”

“True love.” Jim said in awe.

“Yeah.” I said softly. “But when I was young I lost them both and I’ve been on my own ever since.”

“We’re so sorry to hear that.” Ben said. I walked up the steps and handed them their tea cups as I said.

“It’s okay, it’s just….so sad. Having a monkey as your only parental authority in your life.” They both chuckled and then Ben continued with as he grabbed his cup.

“Must’ve been a real hit with the boys here.” It was then Abu came up onto my shoulder and he chattered away.

“When he chooses to, my teenage years were probably the worst I’ll admit that. But we get by. Every day I just think things will be different…but it never seems to change. It’s just sometimes I feel like I’m…..”

“Trapped.” Jim finished for me. “Like no matter what you do right people still try to put you in your place.”

“Yeah.” He and I just stared at each other almost entranced when Ben spoke up.

“Okay well I know when I feel like I’m not needed.” He stepped around me but before he could walk another step, the sound of a ship’s horn bellowed and the three of us turned to see a ship coming to port.

It looked like a royal ship from the Northern kingdom of India and that’s when Jim stated urgently.

“We have to get back to the palace!” he suddenly handed me back the tea cup and both he and Ben raced down the steps as I said.

“Uhh, now?”

Jim and Ben were both rushing onward through the crowd of people as the guards were telling everyone to clear a way for the three princesses.

“It just three more princesses coming to court the English Prices.” I told them.

“Yes, and we—have to help them get ready.” Ben said as he and Jim stopped and turned towards me.  “And again (y/n) thank you for the adventure this morning, that is the most fun I’ve had in years.” He praised.

“Anytime Ben.”

“Oh! Before we go, do you still have my ring?”

“Yes, here.” I then began searching my pockets and sleeves but I couldn’t find Jim’s ring anywhere.  “Uhh—just-just give me a second.” They both looked around anxiously before turning back towards me. “Hold on I know I’ve got it here somewhere.”

“You are a thief.” Jim stated coldly.  I don’t know why but just the way he said it really hurt me.

“What? No I-I-I-I swear I have it it’s just…Abu? Did you take it?” he hopped off my shoulder and just looked at me innocently. That damn monkey. “Jim I—I’m sorry I don’t…..”

“My mother gave me that ring before she died.” He said as his eyes harshened and almost grew cold to stare back at.  “I can’t believe this, I’m so naïve. C’mon Ben.”

Soon both he and Ben walked away disappointedly but as I tried to call out to them and walk towards them to catch up, the crowd overpowered me and I lost sight of them.

“GET OUT OF THE WAY!!” I turned to see one of the guard’s horses about to rear downwards on two innocent children so I quickly stepped in and saved them just before the horse could severely injury them.

“Hey! If I were as rich as you I could afford some manners!” I snapped at the guard.

“Are you talking back to me street mouse?!” he snapped.

“At least it takes one to know one. No better yet I’m looking at a dirty ol rat who knows nothing of civilian life!” It was then I felt the sting of a slap across my face.  It was so hard that I ended up on the ground.

“You are a worthless street mouse wench. You were born a street mouse, you will die a street mouse, and only your fleas will born you.” The guard urged his black stallion to continue onward with the escort. Some of the women helped me stand up and I just glared at the guard who trotted off.

“Not every day you see a horse with two rear ends.” I muttered as I dusted myself off. “And I’m not worthless, nor do I have fleas.” I felt Abu come back onto my shoulders and I figured its best to just stay in for the rest of the day.  “C’mon Abu, let’s go home.”

As we headed back and I looked at my outhouse of a home I couldn’t help but think back to what the guard said.  What everyone higher up in the system has ever said to me all my life.

*Me*

"Riffraff," "Street rat" I don't buy that If only they'd look closer Would they see a poor girl? No, siree They'd find out There's so much more to me...

I now sat along the steps looking out the open space of the wall out towards the palace and thought of Jim.  It was then Abu came sliding down the curtain with Jim’s ring, chittering and grinning smugly.  I sighed and said as I grabbed the ring from him and lectured him.

“Abu. There’s a time we steal, and a time we don’t. This was most definitely a don’t!” he chittered dejectedly but climbed back up the curtain.  But as I stared at the ring, the corners of my mouth slowly raised upward, maybe I would have a chance to make it up to Jim.

[uomo-accattivante]

Operation Finale stars Oscar Isaac as Israeli secret agent Peter Malkin, who lost his entire family in the Holocaust. This is the incredible true story of the 1960 Mossad mission that brought Nazi war criminal Adolf Eichmann (Ben Kingsley) to justice. Operation Finale is directed by About a Boy helmer and Rogue One: A Star Wars Story co-writer Chris Weitz.

Parade spoke with Weitz about the film’s arresting and dramatic poster, his personal connection to the subject matter, and why this chapter from history remains vital.

You have a personal connection to this film. Please tell us about that.

My dad was born in Germany in 1923, and he left the country in 1933 when Hitler came to power. He ended up immigrating to the U.S. and joining the Army–and then served in the O.S.S., which was the precursor to the CIA, because he spoke fluent German and he looked Aryan. He was used at the end of the war to impersonate Nazi officers when they were cracking down on the Resistance to the occupation.

Later, he wrote biographies of prominent Nazi party members. I would proofread his books and organize his library and do research for him. I kind of grew up with this stuff.

Were you very familiar with this historic mission before you took on the project?

At the beginning of doing this, I wasn’t terribly familiar with it. If people know about it, they know a bit about the trial. They have a sense that somebody was put on trial in Jerusalem, and they might know about the Hannah Arendt book about it, The Banality of Evil. I didn’t really know the story of the team that went in to get him. It’s an amazing story of the early days of Israel, and of the Mossad as well. It’s kind of the mission that made them. They did it in an extraordinarily seat-of-the-pants way, and without guns, without violence.

This is a riveting true story. Why you do you think it isn’t more well-known?

Movies have been made about it before, but I don’t think any of them ever really captured the spirit of the endeavor, which relied a lot on ingenuity and daring. I think it is a tendency of people to forget because they want to. Not just to forget the Holocaust, but to forget the way that ordinary people can end up doing terrible things.

What makes Operation Finale so vital several decades later and beyond?

We would like to think the circumstances that led to the rise of Nazism are unique to Germany or the World War II period. But I think that whenever fear and hatred of minorities and the other–and tribalism–are used to gain political power we’re in danger of this kind of thing recurring.  That’s kind of the point of the poster. It’s a very simple, everyday object combined with something quite terrible. A lot of the movie concerns itself with the everydayness of the people–those who are willing to do terrible things and those who are willing to get justice for those terrible things.

Oscar Isaac is fantastic and surprising in every role he plays–from his work in the Star Wars pictures to playing Llewyn Davis to Annihilation earlier this year. How did you know this was your Peter Malkin?

I think he’s immensely identifiable; in terms of his performances, he never puts a foot wrong. So the danger when you’re presenting this kind of figure is you do kind of a gung-ho heroic version of them. This character is very flawed and nuanced. You want somebody who’s as opposed to a heroic version of him or the opposite. Oscar manages to take things that could otherwise seem unmanageable or unidentifiable and process them into something really human.

Was Sir Ben Kingsley your first choice for Adolf Eichmann?

There were a few people we were considering, but when he said “yes” there wasn’t a question of anybody else. You just hope you get somebody of this caliber. He has sort of played every angle of this story, except for this one, so far. He’s played [Nazi hunter] Simon Wiesenthal, he’s played a victim of the Holocaust, now he is playing a perpetrator, and I think he brings to bear not only his immense technical talent, but a sort of deep empathy that comes from really having really seriously about this subject for a long time.

What makes Eichmann stand out among other figures on this side of history?

He is a fascinating chameleon. If you look at accounts of him, or his own testimony or his testimony from interrogations, you can get all kinds of different pictures about him: one that he was a very ambitious man, another that he was just a great functionary, another that was an ideologue who really believed in Nazism, another that he was just using Nazism to serve his purpose so that he could just move up in the ranks. In that, he kind of symbolizes the people of the time, who were any number of gradations between fellow travelers and people who wanted to go with the flow and people who desperately wanted to murder various kinds of “unpeople”: not just the Jews, but Roma and Poles, freemasons, and homosexuals.

The cat-and-mouse dynamic between Malkin and Eichmann that is the film’s through line. In your eyes, is Operation Finale a psychological thriller?

Yeah, I think it has the bells and whistles of a suspense thriller, but the heart of the story is the encounter between someone who lost his family in the Holocaust and the living perpetrator of that crime.

Did you take any dramatic liberties with the real-life events?

You always take liberties in films–even just in compressing it to two hours. So anybody who claims 100% accuracy is lying [laughs], but I think we are the best-informed version of this film that’s ever been made. We were very careful to have the best possible information from the Mossad as well as the one living member of the mission. Occasionally we change things up, but it’s in the service of the spirit of it rather than to kind of falsify the details.

What are some of your favorite historical films, perhaps some that inspired you in making this one?

Oh gosh, well Schindler’s List is a pretty extraordinary piece of work, isn’t it? That’s an amazing testimony, and any movie that you make about this period and about this subject has to be very careful of the gravitational pull of that movie because it’s so extraordinary.

[Jean Renoir‘s] Grand Illusion is about the first World War, but deals with prisoner and captor and the recognition of humanity in each. The scariest thing about the Nazis is that they were humans, not that they weren’t.

What can you tell us about the attention to period detail in Operation Finale?

It was shot in Argentina, and we even shot in some of the locations where things took place. There’s a certain seriousness of purpose that attaches to that; there are people there who remember the trial and the time of that abduction very well. There’s a movie theater at the beginning, and we shot in the actual place where the two characters who meet there met. We had a Mossad advisor, Avner Abraham, who is the guy who mounted the exhibition Operation Finale, which is traveling around the world now. Avner’s a great guy; he’s also a stickler for details, so he was there to catch us.

On a more personal note: from American Pie to Rogue One: A Star Wars Story to The Twilight Saga: New Moon to Operation Finale, your filmography could hardly be more diverse. Can you sum up what you look for in a project?

[laughs] Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that actually, because I’ve been trying to figure that out myself. I think it has to do with people. What really floats my boat is getting into a room with actors and understanding through their performances how people are with one another, and hopefully getting that right. That’s what you hope to bring to bear, whether you’re making a teen sex comedy or a movie about a war criminal [laughs] — a sense that these are real people that others can identify and allow them some kind of empathy into the predicaments of these characters.

MGM will release Operation Finale. Check out the striking one-sheet, and the official trailer, below.

Operation Finale trailer: https://youtu.be/07Y4_6PD0Z4