Multifandom One-shots

54. A Street Mouse's Tale - Naveen x female reader (Princess and the Frog)

AN: Okay, this is another request from SezeSully! Thank you so much. However, I just want to say sorry to you, because of how long it has taken me to finish it. It's just that I have a lot going on... But like every other request just tell me if something doesn't fit and I will do my best to make it as perfect as possible.

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In the heart of a bustling city, where the fragrance of spices mingled with the sounds of laughter, lived a street mouse, unnoticed and unseen by most. My name is Y/N, a wanderer of the city's winding alleys and hidden corners.

The only one who seemed to notice me was Tiana, my best friend. Unlike me, many knew of her. She was the talk of the city, soon to purchase a significant building where she would build up her life in the restaurant.

However, this isn't the story of Tiana; this is my story, my tale of finally realizing who I am and what I want. One day, as usual, I was darting from market to market, the thrill of the chase keeping me alive in this concrete jungle. But this day, fate had other plans. I felt the weight of eyes upon me and the unmistakable presence of palace guards hot on my tail.

Panic surged through my veins as I weaved through the crowded streets, desperate to evade capture. And then, just as hope was fading, I collided with a hard chest. And because of the impact, it sent me falling down towards the stone floor. I braced myself for the hard impact—that is, until I felt some warm hands wrap around my waist.

Startled, I looked up to meet the gaze of a stranger, their eyes alight with a mixture of concern and curiosity. It was a man, but not just any man. There was something regal about him, even though he was dressed in simple, nondescript clothing.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice smooth and comforting.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. "Yes, thank you," I managed to stammer out, my heart racing from both the close call with the guards and the unexpected encounter.

With a nod of understanding, the man helped me to my feet, his grip gentle yet reassuring. As we stood there amidst the bustling crowd, a sense of camaraderie blossomed between us, forged in the heat of the moment.

"It looks like you were in quite a hurry," he remarked with a small smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I chuckled nervously, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. "You could say that. Just trying to stay out of trouble."

He nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary. And in that fleeting exchange, I sensed something more than mere chance at play.

We stared into each other's eyes before a sudden thought came to mind. The GUARDS! With a sense of urgency pulsing through my veins, I seized the stranger's hand and led him through the labyrinthine streets, away from the prying eyes of the palace guards. The abandoned building loomed ahead, its weathered facade offering refuge from the chaos of the city.

Without hesitation, I pushed open the creaking door and ushered the stranger inside, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. As we stepped into the dimly lit interior, a sense of sanctuary washed over me, shielding us from the outside world.

"What was that for?" the young man asked, his voice laced with curiosity rather than the anger I had expected.

I hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the genuine interest in his tone. Gathering my thoughts, I met his gaze, feeling a strange sense of connection that defied explanation.

"The guards," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "They were after me. I had to get you out of sight before they caught us both."

Understanding flickered in the young man's eyes, mingled with a touch of gratitude. "I see," he murmured, his expression softening as he took in our surroundings. "Thank you for helping me."