#Naveen x reader

[writing-fanics]

how bout a Prince Naveen x Reader

the reader new Naveen when they were kids used to play with each other until she moved to New Orleans, with her parents.

she became friends with Charlotte and Tiana.

Her dream is to open up a boutique, and make affordable dresses. She gets into an argument with her parents one day maybe, and facilier takes advantage of that and she gets turbed into a frog

So by the time she meets Tiana and Naveen, she’s been a frog for quite a bit Naveen even runs into her parents before he sees facilier and they tell him they haven’t heard from her in a while and are worried

Which isn’t like her at all.

lord I wanna write this now

[disneeznuts]

Masterlist

-𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙-

𝙁𝙡𝙮𝙣𝙣

𝙍𝙖𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙯𝙚𝙡

-𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐠-

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐓𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞

-𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬-

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐌𝐞𝐠

-𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧-

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠

-𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜h-

𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐢

-𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧-

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡

𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚

𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐚

-𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝟔-

𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧

𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨

𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐢

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[dearest-painter]

My thief(Yandere Naveen x Flynn Ryder!Male!Reader x Yandere Prince Charming/Henry)

TW/CW:PRINCE CHARMING HAS A NAME! I LOOKED IT UP ITS FUCKING HENRY!, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader and Repunzel are friends and aren’t dating,Repunzel acts like a curious little puppy sister towards Reader,Reader isn’t a thief but still pit pockets other but only for good deed,Reader is Repunzel’s adopted brother,Reader was a thief but stopped after meeting his now adopted sister,tell me if I missed anything,came out shorter then wanted sorry

A/N from May 31,2023:I’ll make a part two soon because this was shorter then I wanted and I plan on making more with this

•Okay you met Naveen by pure fucking accident

•You and your adopted sister Repunzel were going through the market as she was curious

•She let go of your hand which worried you as your sister was a curious puppy because of that old lady

•You bumped into Naveen when you finally found her

“Oh! Oh! Look at this Y/N!” Looking over you saw your sister pointing at some random thing,you knew she was innocent and oblivious of the real world because of Mother Gothal but god damn is this heartbreaking. “Yeah,you like it?” “Mhm! I don’t wanna but it though! It’s just pretty to look at~!” You chuckled at your sisters action but something caught your eye. You didn’t realize that Repunzel let go of your hand and ram somewhere. “Uh sir” “hm? Yes?” “Your sister…she left” Looking around you saw Repunzel was gone so your worry meter went through the roof. “Thank you!” You started running around like you were being chased by the police again. “REPUNZEL!” “Y/N~!” You heard her voice and rushed towards her but soon bumped into someone. “Oh I’m so so sorry! I was just trying to get my sister I did-“ you heard the mystery person chuckle that’s when you looked up. He was handsome and his chuckle was beautiful. “It’s fine,I’m Naveen” “Y/N Ryder” soon your sister skipped towards you then grabbed your hand. “This is Repunzel,my sister” “It’s nice to meet you both”

•you all became friends as Repunzel loved his personality and you two just clicked instantly

•whenever he sang Repunzel would dance and you would just watch it all happen as you’ve never dance

•He convinced you to dance with him by taking your hands and started to dance with you

•You met Prince Charming or Henry when your family and his finally made an alliance through paper work because they didn’t believe in marriage alliances

Your hands were sweating and slightly shaking. You wiped your hands on your pants then took deep breaths compared to your sister she was as calm as a perfect breeze which calmed you down slightly. Grabbing her hand she saw that you were worried so she softly ran her thumb over your knuckles calming you down more. You saw Prince Henry and his father walk up towards your parents looking serious or at least Henry’s father did as Henry was just smiling brightly which reminded you of your sister. You felt at peace for a moment then realized what you're here to do again,an alliance between your and his nation. Your father and mother were talking to Henry’s father while Henry was beside you and your sister. She was chatting him up while you were waiting to join in. “This is my big brother! Y/N say hi!” “Hello there” you put your hand out for him to shake which he did shake but he was smiling more widely making you nervous. Henry never thought he’d find love not until he met you, a dashing s/c boy who is oddly looking everywhere. He knew your name was Y/N because of the fact you were an ex-criminal who was a famous thief until you rescued the long lost princess.

Your hands were sweating and slightly shaking. You wiped your hands on your pants then took deep breaths compared to your sister she was as calm as a perfect breeze which calmed you down slightly. Grabbing her hand she saw that you were worried so she softly ran her thumb over your knuckles calming you down more. You saw Prince Henry and his father walk up towards your parents looking serious or at least Henry’s father did as Henry was just smiling brightly which reminded you of your sister. You felt at peace for a moment then realized what you're here to do again,an alliance between your and his nation. Your father and mother were talking to Henry’s father while Henry was beside you and your sister. She was chatting him up while you were waiting to join in. “This is my big brother! Y/N say hi!” “Hello there” you put your hand out for him to shake which he did shake but he was smiling more widely making you nervous. Henry never thought he’d find love not until he met you, a dashing s/c boy who is oddly looking everywhere. He knew your name was Y/N because of the fact you were an ex-criminal who was a famous thief until you rescued the long lost princess.

•The boys couldn’t handle the idea of the other one taking you away. They both want to keep you to themselves and won’t be letting you go at all!

•Watching them fight everyday about you was much annoying and honestly? You started to hate them

•They knew they were losing you so they started to come to an alliance to let you be

•No matter what you’ll be theirs until then

[ddejavvu]

hii! Anon who sent the gnawing thing 😭can I request naveen x reader who’s jus obsessed w him 😛 like 25/8 ily ur so cutie pie I cannot believe ur mine gimme a kiss

"A prince," You gush, drawing Naveen's attention from where he's lazily plucking at the strings of a ukulele, "I'm dating a prince."

"Yes," He chuckles, his voice smooth and low, "You have known I was a prince since the day that we met."

"I know, but still! A prince."

"A prince," He repeats, stretching his legs where they've been folded beneath him for too long. His voice strains with his muscles, "I'm surprised you fell for me at all that day, because the crown I was wearing was truly hideous. But, duty calls. It must have been my charming smile, no?"

He's flashing it at you now, and his brown eyes are similarly gleaming. You can't help yourself from leaning over and taking a hold of his face, perhaps slightly more firm than you need to be, and pressing a kiss against his lips. They're slightly parted in shock, and you feel his skin warm against your fingertips as he blushes. Pulling back, there's a faint rosy hue to his face, and he blinks bewilderedly at you.

"It was." You confirm, nodding without letting go of his face, "I wish I could deny it and drop your ego a few sizes, but it was your charming smile."

"Off," He regains his composure, tapping at your hands with an incredulous laugh. He doesn't push or pull them, though, as he stares up at you where you're looming over his seated form, "You... you are not supposed to be more romantic than me."

"It's your fault," You accuse, squishing slightly at the pudge of his cheek above a sharp and sturdy jawline, "You've been practically oozing charisma since the day that we met, now you've rubbed off on me."

"I do not ooze," His eyes narrow, "That... that frog fiasco was a thing of the past. I wish you would stop bringing it up because I do not ooze, and that is not fair."

"You're slime-less, Naveen," You assure him, but when his eyes narrow further, you sigh, "Mucus-less."

"You're teasing me now," He realizes, "I wish you would go back to gushing over my Prince-hood."

"I will," You lean in again, pressing another firm kiss against his mouth that's persistently downturned in a frown that's trying very hard to upend itself, "I'll gush about it for the rest of our lives- but then I'll have to switch to King, I suppose."

"You will," He grins, suave as his hand comes to press against your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him, "And I will gush all the same about your Queendom."

[teresalace]

🐸 Prince Naveen x Female Reader (NSFW) 🚩 (smut)

💃Happy marital life after the wedding~

▪︎Words: 2110

▪︎Warnings: Teasing, Cunninglingus, Naveen going down on reader on the dinnertable.

😭💕 Wrote this two weeks ago, I'm getting more comfortable with smut writing. Hope y'all enjoy! This is my second instalment of the 'Disney x reader' series 😁 first was Prince Philip. Please enjoy!

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Cooking is a part of your love language, anything to do with taking good care of your loved ones never tires you out.

Firmly handling a long wooden spoon, you swirled through a bubbling pot of gumbo, nice and slow in the thick stew. The rich meaty mixed vegetables flavor filled the entire kitchen, every breath you'd take in would be a delicious meal as you hummed a jazz tune to yourself. 

Even from afar, there was a lovely shine on your slightly sweaty skin casted down from the golden crystal lights fixed to the ceiling. Popping your hips out to every few beats of the boiling pot you continuously stirred. Oh, you couldn't wait to eat right after your husband comes back from his music band, dinner always tasted better with a loved one. 

.   .   .

Click. 

Right on time, you heard the soft thud of the front door knob opening and a faint scuffle of shoes being taken off. At that familiar sound, a happy tingly feeling rose from your stomach, not just because you were starting to feel a little peckish but you were looking forward to seeing someone...

A pair of muffled footsteps led towards the kitchen and gave you a lovely surprise.

Hearing a low melodic whistle from behind, you instantly smile and throw back a glance over your shoulder. "Oh you're absolutely glowing, my evangeline. Glowing!" Naveen said enthusiastically, leaning his side against the doorway, his sparkling teeth and wide smile never failing to lift the tiredness within you from a good day's work, his princely presence alone cheering your spirits.

Your lips spread into a loving warm smile as a chuckle rose out of you. "Why thank you, Naveen, you're looking more handsome than usual." And goodness gracious he really was, wearing sleek long pants with that favourite white polo shirt of his, the sleeved clumsily rolled up at the elbows and revealing his firm arms crossed over each other. Emphasizing the muscles there, like he was barely containing himself from springing his arms around you. 

"Of course, of course. It is both a burden and a treat to be as unbelievably handsome as I am~" He eagerly ran a hand through his luscious hair and kept it behind his head, posing unashamedly for your eyes. Never failing to reel chuckles and laughter out of you, anytime and any day.

“Uh huh, right. It must be so hard for you, baby.”

He nodded in an exaggerating fashion. "It IS very hard to have a beautiful person such as yourself by my side…” His eyes shut as he loudly breathed in the air, pausing dramatically. “Mmmmm, it smells delicious… Absolutely divine." His eyes reopened and stayed on you like a target, hardly sparing a glance to your side where the stew you cooked was. "Why don't we get comfortable and…” 

“-And miss out on dinner? Naveen, we best keep our stomachs full before anything else.” You lightly said, a scolding tone as you shook your head for good measure at his teasing expression. 

Putting down the wooden spoon on a plate, you heard a deep, almost mischievous chuckle. 

"Oh, I know a way to get full…" 

As if he couldn't wait any longer, Naveen gleefully leapt and wrapped his strong arms around you, lifting you off your feet with little effort as you yelped being brought out of the kitchen, his grip slightly crushing your breasts and you grumbled when your toes barely grazed the ground. 

Like a floating water lily unable to move as easily against rippling water, you felt like you were floating as he carried you onto the dining table. 

"Naveen–" Before any protest could come out of your mouth, his lips mashed into yours and sent your body an explosion of tingles to course through.

Not wanting to fall, you had your hands propped behind you on the table surface and continued the harmonic kiss as his warm firm hands fondled the fleshiness of your thighs for his own pleasure. Inching higher and higher towards your hips, massaging gently as his hands dipped underneath the elastics of your underwear and tugged downwards.

Any and all protest disappeared from your mind when a breeze flowed by as your underwear was gone, and you heard a slip of fabric followed by an undone belt falling to the floor. 

"I've been looking forward to this meal, princess." His mouth latched to the sensitive nub, with little pressure at first while his fingers rubbed and probed around your vulva in lazy circles to get you worked up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer for better pleasure.

And it was working.

Round and round your labia, working up a slow rhythm that build up a delicious heat in your tightening core, but his chuckles added a cherry on top vibration onto that

It didn't take long with the help of his fingertips, like the skilled musician that he is, played you like a fiddle to spur on your release, your tensed thighs relaxing around his head, an audible sigh of relief letting out from you.

Wow…

"So, how was it, (Name)?" 

A slightly sweatier Naveen smirked sweetly up at you, breathing a little heavier, his long tongue running over his glistening wet lips in a smug fashion as if he was savoring your taste and to get a reaction out of you.  

You wheezed out an answer with a dazed smile, weakly rolling your eyes at his display, trying to glance down to his handsome face in a pearly sheen from the sweat. 

"Very… Very satisfied." 

That would be enough for a long while until the next time you'll make love with him.

"Then I'm about to do it again," his happy response was swift like his readied tongue when he dove back down in between your thighs, to your dripping entrance, continuing his expert strokes and rapid flicks on your vulva. 

Hardly appearing to be exhausted though you were sure his jaw would've been sore and aching now as his flicking tongue twisted and turned in so many different angles you never knew was possible, worked another explosive orgasm out of you. 

 Your curling toes, calves tensed as he never stopped his tired tongue from lapping up your juices. 

"Ah. I-I already came," half-mewls kept slipping from your lips. "You can rest," you breathed hard and heavy and called out to the head deep in-between your thighs, your fingers interlaced with his dark locks of hair tugging a little to get his attention. "Naveen!"

"I'll stop once you've begged for more~" Now that isn’t fair, that logic of his never helps you at all and he knows that! What a greedy prince.

"Please, don't give me more," you gasped at his sped up tonguing, like adding firewood to a burning furnace. He kept firing you up.

"Naveen! I won't kiss you today if you don't take a break," you grumbled a warning, sweating like rain, meaning every word you said.

Hearing you, he paused, cool puffs of breath closely fanning over your slit and making you twitch but giving you a chance to take in a proper deep breath. 

"Fine by me, princess– I'll just kiss your other lips, they look more lonely." The pounding in your chest intensified as your hands clenched onto the table edge, mentally you weren't prepared for his determination in peppering you in ravenous affection.

His tongue resumed drawing all over your intimates, specially licking up any essence of your obvious arousal glistening under the chandelier lights like a pearl.

"From my glorious time being a frog, I have learned to never underestimate what nature can teach you." He added before lowering his entire face down, your hips involuntarily jolting at feeling the sudden pleasures multiplying the second his lips began to kiss your very clit, no doubt swollen from his previous workings.

Almost making you feel jealous of your own…. Self. 

Then came his tongue. Oh gosh, his tongue! 

It penetrated your stickiness, lava hot, made you squirm involuntarily on the edge of the dinner table. Twisting and turning inside of you skillfully, inch by inch, scissoring you while his fingers prodded around your labia teasingly like he didn't know what to do.

Pleasurable torture is the only way you could describe it as you breathed in through gritted teeth, eyes barely focusing on the chandelier above, your shaky hand pulling onto a tuff of his hair gently.

Every time you even tried to move away from his tongue, his other hand slipped around your waist and secured you in place while his silken tongue kept dancing along your inner walls, his soft lips brushing against your lower ones.

He was french kissing you in another way, gosh. And you were so weak to him.

Finally, your whole body froze and shuddered as you climaxed, locking Naveen's face against your slick for a few seconds until your limbs slackened. 

A quiet gasp for air came from below you before a small burst of laughter came.

Both of you needed a moment to breathe deeply, your face flushed in a light sheen of sweat, which was laughable in comparison to Naveen's overly pleased smirk as he rose to his feet, his chest equally as heaving as yours. 

Another comfortable moment passed by.

I… really appreciated it. You didn't have to do this so soon, Naveen…" You caressed his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing his cheekbone, watching the warm dark skin turn shades darker beneath... And your wetness shining around his mouth.

He smiled in full satisfaction and leaned into your touch, his blushing never gets old, you knew he really was a sucker for compliments especially from you. "But I really enjoyed it, thank you, honey."

"Oh believe me, it was my pleasure, darling." Yeah you believed him, a certain hard poke at your thigh from below his waistband reminded you that it's going to be your turn to satisfy him.

"Well, It's about time I give you a reward," you smiled wide teasingly, slowly unbuttoning your shirt underneath the apron, his eyes sparkled, you could almost hear his anticipating excitement, following every inch of exposed skin before your apron blocked him. "But first, dinner. I made some good o' gumbo, and we should eat it while it's piping hot." You said smoothly, pushing yourself off the table and stabilizing on wobbly legs.

Naveen laughed out hard and rubbed his belly, joking. "I think I've already eaten plenty—" Oh the gull on this man.

"—Oh no you don't, fun comes later, I will not let you be with an empty stomach no matter how 'full' you say you are. Now come on, honey." You gently cut him off with reddened cheeks, shaking your head in disapproval at him. "There will be no skipping dinner while I'm here, not on my watch." 

He jokingly rolled his eyes when you placed a hand on his hard chest and lightly pushed him for you so you'd be able to get unstuck between him and the dinning table. 

Smiling, he let you push him to the side as you sauntered into the kitchen, him naturally following you to provide some help in bringing out the plates and utensils to the table. Teamwork always sped things up.

Using two hand towels to grab the hot handles of the still boiling pot, you heaved it onto a pre-prepared thick cloth on the dining table. Naveen already set up the soup bowls for both you and him, large plates and tall glasses for water. All that's left was to bring out the fluffy rice and dinner would be served at last.

Out of nowhere, your husband nervously blurted out as you were about to sit down. "I love you, my princess, I adore you." His glimmering eyes seemed to stare straight into your soul and captured your love all over again.

You paused mid-way and smiled lovingly, "I'd say the same in a heartbeat if I wasn't starving, but I do too. I love you, Naveen." 

And just like that, both you and him leaned in over the dining table and kissed briefly... Which turns into one long smooch, leading to three then the loud rumbling of his stomach interrupted the moment right on cue. He sheepishly grinned, "guess I'd better eat before loving."

"My stomach agrees," you giggled, the powerful smell of the gumbo stew making your mouth salivate, and you weren't the only one, looking at Naveen eyeing the soup across from you. 

Dinner that evening was a lovely overflow of laughter, praises, conversations and much later a lot of fun loving. 

[ssadumba55]

Disney Princes Ideal Partners (Pt. 2)

Request: Hi I loved the Headcanon you made of A Relationship with the Princesses, so I could make a Headcanon of a relationship with the Princes. please it would be great

NOTE: I do not write for Pocahontas and I'm not a huge fan of Smith but in the interest of keeping this even and mirroring it with the princess one, he has been included

Aladdin

First and foremost, Aladdin wants a partner who accepts all parts of him. Sure, he can be cunning and sweet talking but he's also rough around the edges from living on the streets for so long

Someone who has a similar situation or who is always up for a good time would also be welcome

If you can provide (money or food) he will also be hooked, he's not a gold digger but the idea of stability and knowing where his next meal is coming from will definitely have him interested

John Smith

An ideal partner for John would challenge his way of thinking

He's a lone wolf, married to adventure so in order to have him falling for you, you'd need to be someone new, someone he wants to learn from

He wants a partner who will inspire him to think and see the world in a new way and likewise, he wants to share his own views and life with you

Li Shang

General Li Shang's first and foremost thought always is pleasing/making his father proud, so a partner who his father approves of is always a good start

He doesn't want a traditional partner who stays at home, he wants someone he can see as his equal, who will challenge him and who he can challenge

His ideal partner would be someone who respects him, but who he can also respect. Bonus points if you know how to fight

Naveen

Naveen is a fun loving guy, so his ideal partner would balance him out. They would appreciate and know how to have a good time, but when it comes down to it be able to be hardworking and serious when he struggles to be

He doesn't know a lot of the basic skills required to function, so he would appreciate someone who could either do that or teach him how. Someone he could also teach things he knows to, how to let loose, music, that kind of stuff

Someone who understands he's more than just a prince, someone who wants to be with him not because of his good looks or money but because he has a good heart and cares about them

Flynn/Eugene

Flynn wants someone who knows how to have a little bit of fun

His ideal partner understands where he's come from and wants to build a future together that means something, he wants them to truly know him

He also wouldn't mind if his partner is struggling in their own way, he wants to help them just as much as they help him. He wants the chance to prove that he's more than everyone sees him as and that he has a lot to offer

[underratedbreadcrust]

Hope — Sayid Jarrah

Summary: after crashing on the island, you and sayid have a talk about reality and hope.

Warnings: some light profanity. can be read as either romantic or platonic.

a/n: this doesn’t really focus on the main plot beside the basic details. it physically pains me to see that no one write for this show or this man so i decided to take matters my own hands. this is my first fan fiction ever so i am open to constructive criticism :)

Words: 1.9k

It has been two weeks since the plane initially crashed. Everybody was at first scared out of their minds over the fact that they were stuck in the middle of nowhere with no apparent rescue on the way. Obviously there was that small group of leaders that stepped up to distribute jobs between everybody and give hope to the rest not to give up.

You, of course, were not one of these people.

You were more of a logical person, always being condemned for not being able to see the positive side of things. Always being called too “pessimistic” about situations. Of course, you never saw it that way. Always appreciating when people would be straight forward with you instead of sugarcoating unfortunate scenarios because they weren’t emotionally mature enough to handle it.

Which is why meeting Sayid was... confusing, to say the least.

Your first meeting with him was less than ideal.

It was the morning after the crash, and you were currently walking along the shore of the beach, looking for your suitcase. Due to the initial panic of the previous day, you had no time to search for your belongings and had to sleep with a shared blanket of a person whose name you still hadn't learned. After searching for 20 minutes, you were about to give up until you spotted a certain name tag hanging from the handle of a familiar suitcase.

It was your suitcase...and it was outside of Sawyer's tent?

Thinking perhaps he had mistaken your stuff for his, you walk over and kneel to begin taking your things.

"HEY! THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" You quickly turn your head around to see Sawyer marching from a distance towards you. His eyebrows furrowed and a prominent sneer on his face. At first you were confused, but you quickly realized that he took your things on purpose.

"I'm grabbing my shit," you said in a neutral tone, only sparing him a glance as you turned back to digging for your things.

"The hell you are," he grumbled as he finally reached your side and yanked the case from under you. "This is mine."

You, on instinct, latched onto the handle. "Really? Cause, as far as I'm concerned, that's my name tag I'm holding on to!"

He continued to try to wrench the suitcase from your hands, but you didn't let your grip loosen.

"Damn! Just let go—" "What is going on?"

You stop pulling the case, but neither lets go as the two of you whip your heads towards the source of the sound.

Sayid stood there a few feet away, with an exasperated expression on his face.

You took advantage of Sawyer's distraction to force your luggage out of his grip and attempted to make a run for it, but Sawyer managed to catch your wrist.

"You little bit—" "Enough," Sayid's voice broke through, and his arm reached forward to force Sawyer to let. Once your arm was free, you turned to walk away before Sayid called out to you. "Stop."

You huffed as you slowly turned around to look at him. He was looking at you with a dissatisfied look. "What happened?" he asked in a tired voice.

You shrug as you look between him and Sawyer. "Ask him. He's the one who decided to steal my belongings." "Now look here, Missy—"

"Can you prove," he quickly interjects, "that it belongs to you?"

Your hand reaches around to pull at the name tag at the handle. You flip it so the big letters of your name are visible.

He sighs slowly and turns his head towards Sawyer, opening his mouth, no doubt reprimanding him. However, Sawyer beats him to it and lifts his hand in surrender. "Yeah, I know, I know..." He says defeatedly as he walks inside his tent.

You once again attempt to head in the other direction before you are newly interrupted. "Wait one second."

This time it's your turn to sigh annoyedly, as you cannot seem to leave the spot in which you're standing. Your whole body shifts to face his, and you only see him motion with his head in to follow him before he begins his journey, heading straight into the jungle.

You momentarily debate leaving him behind before you huff and begin to follow him, suitcase still in tow.

You follow him for a couple of moments, panting from the force it is taking to carry your possessions this far. Hearing this, Sayid quickly looks behind him to see that you have not put aside your stuff. "Just leave it," he blurted, "nobody's going to risk coming all the way out here."

The two of you were barely at the entrance where the trees met the beach. You were about to argue with him, but seeing his stern look, you thought about it twice and decided it was best to just leave it. After all, the two of you were already far enough from the others. Against your better judgment, you sighed defeatedly and let it go.

Seeing this, Sayid whirled around and resumed his walk into the jungle.

This was the first time you had gotten the chance to talk to Sayid. Ever since the crash, you took notice of the way he took charge in such a desperate moment, almost as if he had experience with tragedies. Despite it only being a day, you were already intrigued by the reserved and serious man in front of you. Curiosity getting the best of you, you couldn't resist striking up a conversation.

"So, what'd you bring me out here for?" You asked in an expectant tone, wanting to know if perhaps he found you as intriguing as you did him.

"I needed someone to help me collect wood for the signal fire," he stated bluntly, not looking back to you as he continued to trek forward.

You huffed, his answer breaking any illusion you had that he might find anything, beside the task at hand, interesting.

"And you couldn't ask another guy because..." you questioned in a confused tone. "You just happened to be the person that was the closest and most available at the moment," he responded, still in that no-nonsense tone that you hated sounded attractive. His accent is reaching your ears and echoing in your thoughts.

"Whatever..." you muttered as you finally came to a stop and began to pick up the wood next to where Sayid was gathering his pile.

After a few moments, the both of you had gathered enough wood and were beginning your trip back to the main campsite.

Not being satisfied with the lack of communication on his part, you try again at breaking the silence. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

You roll your eyes and ignore the sarcastic response. "What do you think our chances are of getting rescued?" At the words, he comes to an abrupt stop, causing you to almost crash into his back, before quickly composing himself and turning around to peer at you with a curious look.

"I think the same as everybody else, that it is only a matter of time before help comes," he states in clinical tone, almost as if he's reciting from a manual the words he should say in a situation like this.

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. "I am asking you because I want to know what you think, not everybody else."

His eyes are conflicted for a couple of seconds before they are overcome with reality. "I don't think anybody is coming."

Your eyes widen at the sudden confession. You knew that by asking Sayid, you were going to receive the truth, whether you liked it or not. That still doesn't mean you were fully prepared for it either.

Which leads you back to the present moment, sitting around the signal fire, which has been burning nonstop for 2 whole weeks. Right now, it was your shift to guard the fire, making sure nothing would put it out. You were too busy poking the base of the flames to notice a figure approaching you by the side.

At the sound of footsteps, you whip your head to see Sayid sit next to you on the log you were currently seated on. Ever since that moment in the woods, you hadn't had the chance to speak to Sayid again. It was certainly not by lack of trying, but he was always so busy, making sure that everything within the camp was running smoothly. After a while, you gave up making an effort to communicate with him, believing yourself to only be getting in his way.

"Hey," you greeted with a slight smile, wanting to make him feel as welcome as possible after weeks of no contact. "Hello to you," he replied back, although with a more serious demeanor.

You couldn't let go of the words he told you that day, despite being the ones you anticipated from a guy like him. Even you thought the words to be true before he told them to you. Yet, as the time passed by, you couldn't help but learn to appreciate the small community that has formed as a result of accident. 

"Did you guys manage to find anything out there?" Earlier that day, Sayid went out with a small group in hopes of tracing a signal that could lead to a rescue. His eyes only looked at mine for a moment before they resumed staring at the fire. "We found nothing."

You didn't believe him.

But you also knew that no matter what you said, he would not talk about it, so you also shifted your eyes to gaze at the fire.

"You know...even if you find nothing out there, I believe it's all going to turn out fine," you stated, with perhaps for the first time, an optimistic tone.

"You believe?" He asked with a doubtful expression.

Your eyes turned to stare into his, trying to project all of your thoughts into him. "Yes, I do. Sure, the whole plane crash was unfortunate, but the way everybody here has gathered and given their best, even knowing that they might not get home, is heartening." Sayid still eyed you with an unconvinced stare. "What I mean to say is that before getting on that flight, I used to think optimism was just something people used as an excuse to ignore the issues around us...but these past few weeks have changed my mind." My eyes begin to light up as I think of all the moments I have shared with the other passengers, good and bad.

"You are putting a lot of faith into something that has no evidence supporting it to be true," Sayid interjects, his eyes boring into mine, in an almost defiant way.

"Maybe... but I choose to believe that belief alone is going to be enough to get us home. Hope is one of the most powerful feelings; it drives people towards goals that appear near impossible to others. Haven't you ever fought your hardest for something, despite all of the signs indicating failure?" His gaze turns distant, almost as if he were remembering an instant like the one I described.

Multiple minutes pass by again, silence overtaking the midnight air. You assumed the lack of a response meant the conversation ended before Sayid spoke up again. "Perhaps you are right," he responds, with a feint and almost unperceivable smile.

"There just might be hope for us after all."

[lovelywetdreamer]

Prince Naveen

Shower you with luxury gifts

He tries to cook for you with no assistance. Poor baby burned all the pots and pan.

He buys you land enough to build a house and for you to have a garden. From your guys' first kiss, he was already planning a future with you.

He gets along with your pet frogs. You're kinda jealous because the frogs seem to favor him more.

Hold on to you when he scared from a lame jump scared in a horror movie

He love doing couple stuff with you like getting matching tattoos or staying up a night to see all the star.

Catch and release firefly

Pour you a cup of wine and then Massage your feet from a hard day of working

Sing and play jazz for you

Write you a poem for every anniversary

Enjoy listening to your day

You don't have to be a princess to be treated like one

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Being Jafar’s true love would include:

Having a hard time getting him to open up at first, but once he tells you about his past you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him

Jafar teaching you all about magic and alchemy

You love to hear the passion in his voice as he talks to you about it

Him conjuring up red roses to give you to show his affection

He’s very observant

He can basically read you like one of his many spell books

and does whatever he can to make you feel better

What he doesn’t realize is that you’re also very observant and can tell when he’s feeling upset, mostly about his father

Him feeling insecure and worrying whether you truly love him or not

You assuring him that you do with as many kisses as he can handle

Looking up at the stars at night and listening to him tell you which ones they are

Being jealous when he’s around the Red Queen

Him secretly enjoying it

PDA, he wants everyone to know you’re his

And if someone so much as looks at you the wrong way he’ll turn them to dust

which luckily has only happened once

He usually has his arm around you or is holding your hand

late night carpet rides which often lead to other things…

Even though many would call him evil, he actually really is caring and gentle with you

Although if he’s having a bad day he might get a little rough in the bedroom

Using his magic to tie you to the bed so he can have his way with you

He loves to see you in black and red, his favorite colors

Jafar giving you an engagement ring in the shape of a snake with ruby eyes

That’s all I can come up with. If you want to add anything feel free to. Hope you like it!

[kamastar39]

The feminine urge to draw nanami x tiana

[writing-fanics]

What should I publish this week

[disneeznuts]

Hello 👋 can I Ask for A Tiana x Reader with a darling that likes to Draw/paint??

a/n: ahhhhhhh this is so cute i love

(tiana x reader)

summary: “give yourself more credit”

Masterlist

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A sneeze passed through you as dust tickled your nostrils.

"You can always step outside if you need to, honey," Tiana called over her shoulder, a broom in her hand as she swept across the wooden floor.

You brought your wrist up to wipe your nose.

"No, it's fine. I'm fine," your stated, voice slightly nazly. Looking back at you Tiana raised a brow but you shot her a rather uneasy smile making her shrug and mumble a quiet 'Suite yourself.'

As she resumed her former movements you did the same. The paper in your hand resting on a chipped clip bored. A pencil was tilted to rest on your chin as you looked at the brief sketch you had already drawn. Bringing the lead tip towards the already traced lines you made a broader stroke.

“I’ll never understand how talented you can be with a simple pencil,” a sudden voice said softly into your ear. Jumping in your seat you instantly tugged the drawing to your chest as a response. Looking up Tiana stood leaned over, hand reaching out to retract your hold. “Honestly, I think you could go off and start your own thing with the things you got,” she stated, taking the piece into her only hold while you twiddled your thumbs.

“You give me too much credit,” you laughed nervously. Tiana brushed her finger gently across the paper.

“Can I keep this when your done?” She asked, peaking at you from behind the wood.

“I mean sure but it’s really not that good,” you mumbled, accepting the item back as she handed it over. She clicked her tongue and picked her broom back up.

“Anything that you make deserves to be framed for all of America to see.” Your cheeks warmed at the compliment. Turning once more, Tiana took your chin between her fingers and pulled you towards her to place a quick peck to the corner of your lips. “You’re the one that needs to give yourself more credit, hun.”

Placing your hand over where her lips touched you you smiled gently to yourself. Looking back down at your artwork you inspected it carefully.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

[spvilers]

prince naveen from the princess and the frog is literally a james potter variant.

[christinaanime]

Disney Masterlist

Which Disney characters I write for

Naveen

Headcanons reacting to their female S/O (who's a cop) getting snatched while out with them but she manages to escape?

Shang

Headcanons reacting to their female S/O (who's a cop) getting snatched while out with them but she manages to escape?

Milo

Headcanons reacting to their female S/O (who's a cop) getting snatched while out with them but she manages to escape?

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{Because I write for many characters , others will be added later when I write something for them }

[ddejavvu]

“Would anyone read if I wrote Prince naveen and Flynn”

I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE

Requests are open 🫡

[deerest-prongs]

Watching princess and the frog and I think James has always been prince Naveen in my brain