Disney - Strangers
Title: Death By Monkeys
Fandom: Disney - The Princess And The Frog/Tarzan
Prompt: Strangers
Pairing: Naveen/Tarzan
Words: 481
Rating: PG
Well, this is embarrassing. Naveen’s always figured that if he doesn’t get to live to a ripe old age, he’ll at least go out in an explosion of decadence.
Death by monkeys never really crossed his mind.
In hindsight, Naveen probably should have let that little one have the ring. But it’s one of the few pieces of jewellery he smuggled out of the palace the night his parents sent him packing, and it’s worth enough to keep him in relative luxury until he can find a rich woman to marry.
That is, if he ever gets out of this ridiculous jungle.
Maybe he shouldn’t have gone exploring on his own, but the shipwreck was such a downer, and Lawrence wouldn’t stop complaining, so Naveen figured he’d go for a walk.
Bad plan.
Because when the little monkey had swiped his ring, Naveen had swiped it back. And when the monkey had started wailing and sobbing, Naveen had simply shrugged and smiled and said, “That won’t work on me, my friend.”
Turns out the little monkey had family. Extremely pissed off family.
So then there’d been the running and the fearing for his life, monkeys following him in a storm of claws and fangs, and then there’d been a stranger leaping through the foliage and hauling Naveen against his body like a sack of potatoes. And now Naveen’s being dragged through the treetops, monkeys still in frenzied pursuit.
He always kind of hoped, in his more morbid moments, that his death might involve an orgy. Not falling from a tree in the middle of nowhere.
But the stranger is impressively strong, and he seems able to balance Naveen’s weight, even at the speed they’re moving at through the vines. Naveen hasn’t seen the man’s face, not beyond a brief glimpse of a frustrated frown over intense eyes. Mostly he’s been flung over the man’s shoulder, so his line of sight is dominated by the rush of trees and a very defined back, tanned skin over rippling muscles.
The monkeys tumble after them, teeth gnashing and eyes glowing, and the man drops Naveen on to a tree branch, swinging around the trunk to land in front of him, standing up to his full height.
It’s the first time Naveen’s gotten a really good look at the stranger.
He hears himself whisper, “Ashidanza!”
The man is built like a God, impossibly chiselled, perspiration glistening across his chest and the lines of his abs. He’s wearing only a loincloth, and Naveen’s already racing heart kicks up a notch at the sight of all that skin.
And then the man is hefting Naveen up again, holding him with an arm under his torso and knees this time, before skidding down the slick, moss-covered branches, monkeys still howling for their blood.
Naveen’s starting to think going for a walk wasn’t such a bad plan after all.
Fandom: Disney - The Princess And The Frog/Tarzan
Prompt: Strangers
Pairing: Naveen/Tarzan
Words: 481
Rating: PG
Well, this is embarrassing. Naveen’s always figured that if he doesn’t get to live to a ripe old age, he’ll at least go out in an explosion of decadence.
Death by monkeys never really crossed his mind.
In hindsight, Naveen probably should have let that little one have the ring. But it’s one of the few pieces of jewellery he smuggled out of the palace the night his parents sent him packing, and it’s worth enough to keep him in relative luxury until he can find a rich woman to marry.
That is, if he ever gets out of this ridiculous jungle.
Maybe he shouldn’t have gone exploring on his own, but the shipwreck was such a downer, and Lawrence wouldn’t stop complaining, so Naveen figured he’d go for a walk.
Bad plan.
Because when the little monkey had swiped his ring, Naveen had swiped it back. And when the monkey had started wailing and sobbing, Naveen had simply shrugged and smiled and said, “That won’t work on me, my friend.”
Turns out the little monkey had family. Extremely pissed off family.
So then there’d been the running and the fearing for his life, monkeys following him in a storm of claws and fangs, and then there’d been a stranger leaping through the foliage and hauling Naveen against his body like a sack of potatoes. And now Naveen’s being dragged through the treetops, monkeys still in frenzied pursuit.
He always kind of hoped, in his more morbid moments, that his death might involve an orgy. Not falling from a tree in the middle of nowhere.
But the stranger is impressively strong, and he seems able to balance Naveen’s weight, even at the speed they’re moving at through the vines. Naveen hasn’t seen the man’s face, not beyond a brief glimpse of a frustrated frown over intense eyes. Mostly he’s been flung over the man’s shoulder, so his line of sight is dominated by the rush of trees and a very defined back, tanned skin over rippling muscles.
The monkeys tumble after them, teeth gnashing and eyes glowing, and the man drops Naveen on to a tree branch, swinging around the trunk to land in front of him, standing up to his full height.
It’s the first time Naveen’s gotten a really good look at the stranger.
He hears himself whisper, “Ashidanza!”
The man is built like a God, impossibly chiselled, perspiration glistening across his chest and the lines of his abs. He’s wearing only a loincloth, and Naveen’s already racing heart kicks up a notch at the sight of all that skin.
And then the man is hefting Naveen up again, holding him with an arm under his torso and knees this time, before skidding down the slick, moss-covered branches, monkeys still howling for their blood.
Naveen’s starting to think going for a walk wasn’t such a bad plan after all.