Naveen's excitement rose every time he felt Blaine's hands touch his muscles. He liked to be admired in that particular way - Being touched was magnificent; as was being the object of someone's desire.
Of course, he soon knew he wasn't alone, because Blaine removed his own shirt and became the object of Naveen's desire immediately. The prince took to pulling him over again and placing another passionate kiss on his lips. All while allowing his hands to calmly explore the newly-revealed lad.
As soon as he felt lips on his, Blaine was leaning in to seek more, to extend the kiss in some way. Now that he had a taste of it, he was eager to get more. He allowed himself to be drawn in, his own arms grabbing onto his hips.
“I promise you, I will enjoy it.” Blaine muttered, starting to try to gently push him back toward his room, a little more impatient than he had thought, wanting to get his lips on Naveen again, and after a moment, leaned in to capture Naveen’s lips in a much deeper kiss than the previous one.
Naveen realized that the promise was more than sincere as soon as they moved into the bedroom and he received an even more passionate kiss.
Blaine seemed very eager to do this which, in turn, excited the prince. He loved being desired, and being desired by a guy like Blaine was definitely the best way to be.
The royal broke the kiss eventually, as soon as things were heating up, to take a breath and remove his shirt in a single movement, before pulling the other closer and planting another very excited kiss on his lips.
Thankfully it seemed like his insistence had sped along the process. As much as he did want to learn about Naveen’s culture, he also really wanted…well whatever it was the prince would offer. Honestly he would be happy with just about anything. It had been long enough since the last guy…well he was hopeful at least.
Their faces were so close together that all Blaine would have to do would be to close the slight distance and he could kiss him. He could, but he didn’t, though he leaned into the touch of his hands, his own going around to Naveen’s back. “Well by all means, your highness, please start the tour. I’d love to see more.”
Naveen appreciated the proximity very much, and took advantage of it. His face grew even closer to Blaine's and he ghosted his lips over the other, without quite touching him yet. Then, he winked, and pressed a soft but lasting peck on the man's upper lip.
"Well, my kind of tours is very unconventional," he joked, grinning widely at that, as his hands subtly pulled him closer. "You might enjoy it, though, so do not worry."
“How I make you a bacon-burger and chili cheese fries?” she asked, raising her eyebrows, she wanted this herself. “ And What type of milkshake would you like? The options are on this menu.” she added, standing there, arms resting on the counter, waiting for the insanity that would be his reply.
A chuckle managed to escape her lips, she let it rumble deep in her belly for a moment, arms rested against the counter wondering how a person could be so shamelessly flirty. She had no idea about him, but found it amusing. Definitely a showoff, but none the less amusing for the night. The wink was almost too much, it was taking nearly all Tiana’s will power not to laugh so hard she would snort. If he didn’t calm down she probably would.
Could he actually be serious?
He kept speaking though, he kept talking and this time in third person. Her smile now was glaring, too big to hold back. She couldn’t imagine wanting to share a milkshake with someone who spoke in third person and threatened that way as well. Nor did she care to be called a pretty waitress. She did have a name, printed on a little tag resting just above her chest. It read out Tiana in bold black letters, however, this man seemed too affluent to care about south things.
“A hamburger and fries is possible. As is pizza. However, I’m not sure that hotdog filled edges is something that would taste good.” she smiled, her head cocked to the side trying to figure out this guy, trying to understand how someone would be so crazy and think it’s normal. There had to be cameras somewhere or something, maybe she was on that television show undercover boss. It existed back home. Wouldn’t it exist here as well?
"Ah, yes! That!" Naveen immediately exclaimed. What was more American than bacon and burgers together? Yes, that would do the trick. Then, the prince looked at the menu for the milkshakes, and thought it long and hard. In part because he really wanted to order a tasty one (And not strawberry, ew!) and because he wanted to charm the waitress once again with his response. "What flavor would you identify with?" he inquired, raising a brow at the girl. "Because you certainly look like you would be the most delicious one around here! So, get me that one. It is obviously not the strawberry one, yes?"
Naveen was glad that the girl was smiling. It was obviously working, and he was charming his way to the waitress' heart. Even if she was gay, which did tell a lot about Naveen. It was no surprise though, that he was able to charm just about anyone.
“I agree with you. Absolutely.” Blaine was quite happy in England. Far happier than he had been when he had been acting in big cities or in America in general. There was just a nicer feeling where he was now. “Thank you. I’m sure that would be an incredible thing to witness.”
He considered Naveen for a minute before a hand reached out to gently grab hold of his arm. “I think I can pass on the drink for now. Why don’t you give me a more intimate tour?” Blaine suggested, stepping closer to him as he did so. As much as he liked small talk, he would much rather see if this prince wanted to move from being suggestive to actually doing something.
"Then no doubt you will see it," Naveen responded, to end with that subject for now. He loved performing, though, and if things went well he'd insist on doing so for the man in the future.
Glad about Blaine's approach, Naveen took the chance to get even closer to him, and placed both his hands at the other's waist. He eyed the man up and down once more and leaned in, so that their faces were only inches away from each other. "Perhaps the tour can begin with the bedroom. I am told it is a very comfortable room to start tours in, and I am all about excellence."
Of Justice and Love || Esmeralda, Copper, Cruella & Naveen
Cruella De Vil takes advantage of Copper’s sudden infatuation to get Esmeralda arrested while she’s distracted running away from Prince Naveen. It does not work as intended.
Finally, Esme managed to dance away from Prince Naveen Charles of Maldonia. She twirled into his arms and then spun right back out of them and then continued to spin far far far away. Jesus, she hadn’t had to use such salsa skills in a very long time, the man’s footwork was relentless. If the circumstances hadn’t been so fucking weird, she might have even been appreciative of it. But for now, all Esme wanted to do was leave and get back to her life. Possibly even forget the entire thing had happened. Forget that she’d somehow already been proposed to several times that day.
Wow this one was one for the books.
The world was on its own agenda today though and Esme should have known she was asking for too much. There was a flash of red lights and Esme just caught a glimpse of SPD badges before she was having the Police Caution recited to her. She was – she was getting arrested? Esme blanched. “What – seriously? What the fuck is going ON?” Esme cried out, more to the world in general than to the officials in front of her.
The officer to her immediate right let out a small frown as if she had genuinely offended him. “Please ma’am, there’s no need to use that tone with us. Now please get into the back of the car.”
She wasn’t listening, instead debating whether or not she could take the lot of them. Esmeralda was 100% over this day.
“Ma’am, please don’t make us force you.”
But Naveen was there. He couldn't bear being away from his one true love for more than two seconds, and because of that he managed to waltz his way back to where Esmeralda had previously been - It wasn't rejection. She was merely playing games with him. After all, they were meant to be!
He was about to tell her this, except there was the one problem... Things had changed! Or rather, some evil, villainous terrorists posing as police officers were in the middle of taking his future bride, the mother of his future seven children, the light of his life and the caramel-covered apple of his eye, Queen-To-Be Esmeralda of Maldonia, into a shiny cop car vehicle thing, and Naveen know only one thing to do in this situation.
And so, in pure gallant fashion, he got on one knee and extended his hand toward the crowd of blue-wearing officers and the single beautiful woman, and cleared his throat. "I will save you, my love! I will look for you, and I will find you!" he exclaimed, as the car prepared to leave. And then, without further ado, he raced after it. Of course, he wasn't fast enough, and so it eventually got out of sight. Such evil.
The sirens announced the arrival of the delinquent before she entered the building. When she did, Copper was standing shoulder with Cruella, the woman of his dreams, his One True Love. Nothing would phase him in his quest to please her. He knew he would walk to the ends of the Earth, barefoot, if she so chose—just as long as it made her happy. Arresting Esmeralda had made her extremely happy. So, he hadn’t even thought about it.
When he saw her, pride bloomed in his chest. Ah, finally, he was doing something right. He had successfully captured the menace that had been ruining his precious Cruella’s life. He barely blinked at the ruckus she was causing. The officers had a rather good hold on her and she was only going to hurt herself thrashing around like that. It was unseemly. “Esmeralda!” he barked, quieting her. “You’re being charged with vandalism and harassment. You’ll be put in a holding cell, until your trial. Because of your…flight risk, no bail will be posted.” He looked to Cruella, smiling at her hopefully. Had he done well?
As soon as she heard the sirens, Cruella couldn't help but decorate her beautiful face with a wide smile of triumph. She stood up from where she was sitting and stood next to the Sheriff, as the woman in absolute power that she currently was. She felt like she dominated the situation, and totally loved that. Esmeralda was getting locked up, and the hunky officer was deeply in love with her for whatever strange reason she didn't care to think about. Overall, a pretty good day.
"Good day, dear!" she exclaimed as soon as Esmeralda was brought in, and waved at her as she locked eyes on her. Then she watched her for several seconds. "It's nice to see you. I hope you didn't have to put off any dates with other hippies today, but as you know, justice is always a priority when wanting to be a good citizen!" Then, she looked at the Sheriff, her newest, most loyal pet. She nodded at him, and raised a finger to trace his jawline. "Well done, darling. You know how to make a woman happy, don't you? I'll be sure to pay you back," she whispered, leaning into his ear, before giving him a slow peck on his cheek. Then, she just turned and smiled at the woman, happy for her victory.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire as they say. Except this time, Esme felt like she’d jumped out of a frying pan and dove head first into a volcano.
Esme was glaring daggers as she was brought in to the station. She refused to be silenced dammit and her anger only grew when she saw Cruella there. So that’s what this was about. Her angry tirade towards the woman was cut off when by Copper’s barked jail sentence.
Esme had been through a lot today, but this? This was injustice.
Cruella loomed, as worthy of despise as ever and Esme scowled as she was herded towards the cell. She wanted to tell the woman off, maybe use a few choice swear words, but she felt her voice catch in her throat as she saw Cruella trace Copper’s jaw with a manicured finger.
The world turned upside down. Plot twist. Copper was in love with Cruella. Esme watched the sheriff tumble over himself to please the horrendous older woman and in that moment, Esme officially entered the twilight zone.
She felt a shudder of repulse run down her spine. There was definitely something going on. This was not the Copper she knew. Granted, she’d known him in some pretty specific circumstances, but this – no. This was too weird. Esme was going to get to the bottom of it. That’s what the logical part of her brain was thinking anyway. The purely reactionary part was effectively staring, mouth agape as Cruella placed a peck on the Sheriff’s cheek. “What the fuck? Her? Come on Copp, you’re better than that!” was all Esmeralda managed to say before she was dragged away to be clanked behind bars, purse and phone taken from her. “I want my phone call!” Esme called out. No bail, till trial. She seethed at Cruella. Esme wanted nothing more than round 2 of Esme vs Cruella. She spat her words.
“Oh you bitch don’t your /dare/ talk to me about justice. How’s running that illegal storefront of yours going?”
She wanted to rant, she wanted to rage, she wanted to scream, but behind bars she was practically a world away. Esme forced herself to breath deeply. She let out one last huff of frustration and then paced the cage of her cell, not unlike a trapped animal. But she was thinking, that’s what she was doing with her time now. Thinking about how she could still make it out of this. She had a small pinch of transportation powder, stowed away in the heel of her boot, - a gift from Clopin as a precaution in case there was another Gaston incident - but there was no way she was getting to it while she was still in the line of sight of both Copper and Cruella.
Esme chewed her lip and weighed her options.
Naveen had found the place. The evil liar of the terrible people that had taken his beautiful woman; the only joy of his life; his happiness in the form of a person. And it was the Police Department. Well, that was certainly a bit more complicated a place to break someone out of, but he could do it. Anything for true love. "I will save you, my damsel! I will bring justice upon this puny town and make you realize how worthy I am of your love!" he proclaimed to nobody at all, before sneaking up to the building and looking through the conveniently opened window. And there it was. An old-looking woman wearing what looked like a cat, a reasonably handsome male and his beautiful goddess. He had to make a plan, and while he thought it up, he attempted to wave at the woman through the window, hoping that Esmeralda would see him.
It must be noted that it was rather sad that Copper did not notice a thing wrong about the situation. All he knew was that the vile woman who had plagued his sweet was now being dragged behind bars. He was succeeding at something. A triumph unlike any other! If he hadn’t won Cruella’s affections before, he was surely well on his way to doing so now. Cruella’s touch on his chin was a blaze of fire, he could stand there and let her touch him all day. Just wanted to be lost in those enchanting, devious eyes forever. Her kiss on his cheek was the most heavenly of feelings, her warm lips, the way the wax of her lipstick stuck just so to his cheek. It would take forever to wash out of his beard, but he was quite happy to just leave it there for all time. The vile woman’s words broke through his love-induced stupor and he whirled around on the woman, glaring at her as she was shoved behind the bars. Where she should be.
Turning back to Cruella, he clasped both her hands in his, kissing one set of knuckles and then the other. “Don’t listen to a word she says, my love, you are perfect in every way.” Smiling brightly at her, he dropped her hands and then strode towards the woman. “Don’t you dare say anything like that about Ms. De Vil in my presence again. And I will be reporting this to the judge, when you finally get your trial.”
Cruella couldn't help but smile. She had been prepared for Esmeralda to yell at her somehow and, honestly, she was disappointed by how weak it had been. For one, she had no problem with legality at all. Granted, not everything she did was innocent and white, but she knew well to hide her things.
Esmeralda's outspoken nature would be her own ruin, and she couldn't help but celebrate such a thing. Of course, when Copper grabbed her hands and kissed them, she couldn't help but put on the expression of a hurt and surprised victim. "Ah, do you truly think so, my darling?" she responded, throwing a mocking glance at Esmeralda.
As her handsome suitor moved to threaten Esmeralda once more, Cruella felt even better. She had a rush of adrenaline and pleasure every time she was reassured she was teaching the little brat a lesson. Her fur coat lowered off her shoulders as she approached the Sheriff from behind, with her eyes on the new prisoner at all times. Her arms wrapped around the man's neck and one of her hands even snuck through his shirt's collar, to very softly scratch at the Sheriff's chest. As she did that, she turned once more to look at the girl and tilted her head. "Now, now, my sweetest! Don't be mean to the girl. She's just a troubled brat, nothing more. The judge will give her what she deserves."
Esme’s lips pressed into a thin line as Copper approached her, and she couldn’t stop the blatant look of disgust from twisting her features as Cruella draped herself over the sheriff. Ugh. Maybe she had misjudged Copper, maybe protecting the town wasn’t actually as high up on his list of priorities as he had made it to be. That was… unsettling. Even if there was magic at work here –this was one weird couple. Cruella’s words were fuel to the flames and Esme reared back like a snake, ready to strike. But that’s when she saw him, over their shoulders, peering through the window.
Oh my god Naveen Charles Edgar Augustus De La Rosa Charmont of Maldonia had found her.
For the first time that day, Esme was actually glad about it. She said nothing, making sure there were no changes in her face, and waited for Cruella and Copper to get bored. She threw the two of them one last biting glare, then moved to the bench and settled down.
She waited for her opening, waited for them to turn their backs on her or waited for Copper to go back to making puppy dog eyes at Cruella (ew). Finally, Esme’s eyes snapped to Naveen when the opportunity presented itself. She made sure she had his gaze before putting whatever few pantomiming skills she’d gained from playing charades over the years to work.
Esme pointed at Naveen. She pointed at herself. She made a heart with her fingers. She then pointed at Cruella and Copper. Mimed tears. Back to the heart shape with her fingers. She broke the heart and then threw it on the ground. Stomped it on for good measure.
The she looked at him pleadingly, mouthed the words, ‘Avenge me Naveen!’ and blew him a kiss.
A total fucking shot in the dark? Maybe. But here’s to hoping Naveen could provide the distraction she needed. At the very least he’d try breaking through the window and that would definitely keep her entertained.
Naveen could understand the language of love. It was one that went across any language barrier, and certainly any window, even with bullet-proof glass on it. Especially this one, though, because it was actually and very conveniently open.
Besides from being the most perfect man in the world, Naveen was also great at understanding the complex code in which Esmeralda, his true love, was currently speaking. Clearly, she was confessing to him how much she loved him through the use of her beautiful and perfect hands, and that she would be very thankful if he, her prince in shining armor, saved her from the foul beasts that had locked her up.
And so he did! Or attempted to do, at least, because it was really hard to get in through that window. See, it was slightly higher than regular windows, and a bit slender, so he had to get his leg in first, and then as he managed to get his upper body into the building, he fell and caused a great noise and turmoil right there, as he readied himself for battle by propping up his fist and looking at the others.
Yes, their love would prevail!
Copper did not like people touching him in general, but when Cruella wrapped her thin, beautiful arms around his neck, he couldn’t help but beam. Ah, her touch was like heaven. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Oh! If he could live inside such an embrace forever. Her nails scratching against his flesh was as pleasant as a dog being scratched behind his ears and it was not hard for him to be distracted gazing into his darling Cruella’s eyes, begin whispering sweet nothings to her right there. Who cared if Esmeralda was standing right there? Not he. He had eyes for only one woman, only one person in the world. That was until there was a crash coming from the other side of the room. Copper sprung into (overre)action immediately. He had to protect his love after all! He was across the small space in the span of just a few seconds, pulling the stranger up by the collar of his shirt and cocking a fist back threateningly. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Cruella was more than merely amused by the situation. Surely this had to be the best Valentine's Day in the history of Valentine's Days. Well, for her, of course. Certainly not for Esmeralda, but she deserved it for being so terribly bratty and stupid. She, on the other hand, was intelligently wondering what could be done next. Perhaps find a way to make Esmeralda's capture more official, just in case; or even better, find a place where they sold sexy stripper outfits in order to convince her newest boytoy to wear something more revealing.
Of course, such very delightful thoughts were interrupted by an intruder. He wasn't someone she knew or cared to know, mainly because he was interrupting. Luckily, the Sheriff, like any good guard dog, took it to himself to punish the individual. It was exciting to witness such character and display of power, and Cruella couldn't help but keep her eyes on the two men. That was hot.
Oh, oh, Naveen was going straight for the window. Esmeralda realized she should have taken the time to pantomime the front door as well, because walking through the entrance of the Sheriff’s department would have been just as easy. She winced as Naveen tumbled through the window and then… put up his dukes? God bless him.
But whatever, they were here now and Esmeralda had the distraction she was looking for. She went for her boot and dug out the small blue pouch of powder she stored there for such moments.
She caught Naveen’s eyes and motioned for him to meet her outside. And then she wasted no more time. A few choice words and – with a soft pop! - she was on the other side of the wall, outside the department.
Even Naveen was confused about his own plan. He didn't know what he was doing, but it was for the sake of his true love.
However, all he knew was that he couldn't just hit the Sheriff. Someone might tell his parents or, you know, throw him in jail or something, and that wouldn't be good. "I am here to seek justice!" he exclaimed then, and charged in the direction of Copper. However, as soon as he saw Esmeralda had poofed her way, somehow, out of the building itself, his head fabricated a back-up plan and, instead of hitting the man, he charged past him and toward the door, turning around to look at him. "Never mind, wrong people. I meant to go into the windows next door, you see!" he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head and grinning at both. "Disregard me. Please do continue your talk with your mother," he added, obviously referring to the other woman in the room whose make-up was probably there to try and knock a few years off herself.
There were not many things that Copper had questioned that day. He'd allowed himself to be pulling in one direction and then another. He'd fallen in love and that had made everything clear to him. He knew exactly what he wanted--which was whatever Cruella had wanted. Did not hesitate to lock Esmeralda up, did not hesitate to do anything that his darling so wished. But, this man, he was a wrench thrown into the plans. Who was he? Apparently, someone seeking...justice? But for what? Surely not the wench in the jail cell behind him. Copper blinked in surprise, letting his shoulders sag when the man back tracked and headed out the door. He'd been ready for a fight, would not have questioned that either--he was only protecting a defenseless citizen, his love. When the door had closed behind him, Copper turned around--about to say something to Cruella. But that's when he noticed that the jail cell was empty! "She's gone!" he said in shock hurrying over to the still locked cell."What--how?" He turned to Cruella, with desperate eyes. "I am so sorry, my love, I have failed you."
For Cruella, on the other hand, the man sneaking through the window had only been curious and interesting to observe. Very, very interesting, actually; enough to keep her attention off Esmeralda long enough for the girl to vanish without her realizing it.
And then, Copper saw. Esmeralda was suddenly gone, and Cruella's blood began to boil. She glared at the man before her and then at the empty cell. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her cigarette holder, turning on a cigarette to smoke from it.
"What do you mean how?! You let her go! Imbecile!" the woman exclaimed out loud, yelling and gesturing with her arms so much that the fur coat slid off her shoulders and now only hung from the sleeves as she paced through the room. "Things like these are why you can't trust a man! No matter how pretty they are!" she said again, before turning to Copper. "You useless good-for-nothing Sheriff, you! If you can't catch the criminals on your own, I'm going to do it myself!" the woman added, before turning again. "And I don't love you any more. Not even for your well-endowed body. Good-bye!" the lady graciously proclaimed, somehow managing to wave the fur coat behind her as a cape as she stepped out, probably to the sound of thunderbolts and an organ playing in the distance.
It had been quite a day for Esmeralda and it looked like the only way her body knew how to process all the crazy was through laughter. Relief rushed over her once she was outside and a deep wariness crashed into her body. She wanted to sit down, right there, lean against the side of the Sheriff’s department and really just laugh it out. What the fuck was up with this day??
She didn’t get a chance too though. A chuckle had barely left her lips when Naveen rushed out the front door. Oh shit. It would only be a matter of time before they noticed she was missing as well.
Esmeralda sprung into action. She waved Naveen over, grabbing his hand and took off running till they’d slipped into an alleyway on Main Street.
It was there, in the shelter of the alleyway, that Esme’s laugher finally took over. It was a breathless snicker and it was hard to push back the adrenaline.
“Holy shit we did.” She said, eyes wild with mirth. “You broke me out of jail. You climbed through A FUCKING WINDOW.” She grabbed Naveen by the lapels and pulled him in for a rushed kiss.
“That was amazing. You were fantastic.” She breathed, but as soon as she said these things Esmeralda let go of Naveen and immediately took steps back. “This doesn’t mean I’m getting married to you by the way. I’m still not about that. But I will go to a church with you, say our vows, and then we can pay someone to say “I OBJECT” when the minister asks if anyone objects. I’ve always wanted to do that.”
Then she grabbed his hand once more and they ran off into the sunset.
“That’s not… that’s not even close!” Esme said and she would have continued that rant if she hadn’t been suddenly ravaged by three, quick sneezes.
Dammit. She was going to catch a cold.
Sniffling proudly, Esme realized there were no two ways about this. No other way to go. The lake was too wide for her to just swim across. A part of her considered just saying “I give up! Let’s get married! Let’s have the national average of 2.5 children, own a dog, and get a picket fence!” But the rest of her quickly obliterated that part. Never. Vive la resistance!
Nevertheless, grudgingly, Esme doggy paddled back to Naveen.
She crawled back to shore and hoisted herself onto the gravel and sand. Her clothes were soaked to the core. Esme let out another sneeze as she lay on her back and looked at the sky. It wasn’t long before Naveen’s face obscured the clouds.“Your mother sounds like a lovely woman.”A short sniffle. She needed a few more seconds to catch her breath. But the need to continue avoiding this guy, the need to continue running though was as strong as ever.
“Also, I would make a terrible Queen. If you’re a Prince though, shouldn’t you be off looking after you people? Why are you in Swynlake?” Esme wheezed and coughed up some water.
Naveen could hardly pay any attention to the words, seeing as he was being witness to the most beautiful and endearing case of the common cold ever known to man.
"Huh, what? Yes, Mother is very nice, most of the time," he agreed, and still stared at the beautiful girl as soon as he was on the shore, just awaiting her arrival.
"You would make a wonderful Queen! With you intelligence, your beauty and your sense of the humor you would be the best ruler Maldonia has ever had!"
"...Why?" was the response to Esmeralda's inquiry about Naveen's stay in Swynlake. "Well, uh... Like all good rulers, I must prepare myself through university and classes! It is very important to do that! A mission vital to Maldonia's future."
“I guess that makes sense then. Nothing bad about small countries though.” He added. After all, they were in England. Not exactly the largest place geographically, though he supposed historically that hadn’t been quite the case. Blaine stepped out after him, a smile spreading across his face again. “That is amazing. I wish I could play an instrument. I do love jazz though. I’d love to hear some from Maldonia sometime if you’d ever have time to share it.”
He followed the other into the apartment, glancing around with surprise, or at least, he hoped it was enough to satisfy the other. As he had his own house at this point, he wasn’t sure he could see an apartment as quite as homey as he liked, but it was nice. Definitely fancier than anything he had. “It’s amazing…of course. I’ve never seen anything like it.” That at least was true. None of the suites he used to have to stay in when he worked on locations were quite this extravagant.
“I guess the only thing missing now is to make it a little homier.” Blaine thought aloud and then looked a little sheepish. “Sorry. I mean obviously there’s time, once you’ve really moved in and everything.”
"No, not at all! Small countries are very beautiful," Naveen said, pretty convinced of the fact. It gave him a sort of homeliness to be in a country that wasn't that big. It all felt less strange. "Do not worry, Professor. I will play for you sometime, I promise!"
The prince was really glad to see his very attractive acquaintance liked the apartment, and could see where he was going with that statement. "Well, we will make it homier eventually, of course!" the royal said, walking over to the other and once more placing his hand on his lower back, with a wink in his direction. "I would offer you a drink, but I am afraid that I have not purchased anything yet."
Who would be the big spoon? Esmeralda because Naveen probably likes to be babied LETS BE REAL. Who would wake up first? Esmeralda again. Naveen has probably never gotten up early a day in his life. #ThatRichKidLifeDo they have nicknames for each other? Naveen comes up with a new nickname each day. Esmeralda probably keeps it simple: my love, my prince, my king. What happened when they met each other’s parents? Naveen’s parents are probably sweet, but simultaneously hella judgmental of Esmeralda and her lack of aristocratic heritage. Esmeralda would probably wait till they were 100% over her and then whip out the fact that she’s the (illegitimate) child of a Romanian diplomat. Naveen doesn’t get to meet Esme’s mother cause she’s dead and Esmeralda has cut off all ties with her father.How do they apologise after an argument? Their arguments are childish and they are settled with cuddles and grudging sorries. What would they be like as parents? Oh sweet jesus Esmeralda would probably have to be the responsible one. Who is the better cook? Esmeralda. That’s not saying much. She’s an okay cook. But that’s better than Naveen’s utter lack of cooking skills. Who is more romantic? Naveen. Definitely Naveen. The cheesiness would be contagious though and Esmeralda would join in before long.
Who gets jealous easiest? Esmeralda. Who gets more excited for events eg… Birthdays, Christmas? Both. They both love an excuse to celebrate, an excuse to listen to music, an excuse to DANCE. Who is the most adventurous? Esmeralda, but Naveen enjoys the ride.
Who is the most protective? Naveen. Esmeralda can get herself into ridiculous situations. What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? Adorable. They would be dancing partners and Esmeralda would always be the boy and Naveen would always be the girl. He would also write her songs that didn’t rhyme at all.
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Who is louder?
Naveen. Esmeralda loves it.
Who is more experimental?
I’m going to say this one is a close call. Naveen probably though, just cause he would suggest things Esmeralda would consider ‘too ridiculous.’
Who takes more risks?
Esmeralda.
Do they fuck or make love?
They have REALLY good sex. Fucking.
Lights on or off? On. Naveen’s narcassim yo.
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Esmeralda. But more as a come on than anything else. Who is more likely to suggest a threesome? Naveen. Esmeralda doesn’t like to share. Has either stolen the other’s underwear? Esmeralda hangs around in Naveen’s boxer’s sometimes.
Who comes first? Naveen. Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Esmeralda gives great head. So does Naveen. You could say they are evenly matched. Who is more submissive? Esmeralda. Control freak in the streets, submissive in the sheets. Who usually initiates things? Either one. Who is more sensitive? Naveen.Who has the most patience? Wow. Esmeralda once more. WEIRD. It’s like he forces her to be an adult. Which kinks do they share? Mirror sex and just sex that is very playful. What kinks do they have that clash? None.
Do I ship it?
NOTP / Crack only / AU only / Not really / Maybe a little / Well now I do/ Yes/ Of course! / OTP
UNDER DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES I THINK SHE WOULD TOTALLY GO FOR IT.
Shit- shit – shit the water was cold. Esme ignored the shivers that wracked her body. Her purse was probably ruined. Her phone was definitely dead. But it was worth if it meant –
Oh no. Scratch that. He was following her. Even the prospect of jumping into the lake was within the realm of acceptability for Naveen. Who was this guy? What was he smoking?
Esme swam further from shore and continued to tread water. She kept an eye on her… what? Chaser? Stalker? Future Husband?
‘No.’ Esme said firmly to herself. ‘Not that last one. Jesus fuck, Esme.’
At the shore, Naveen began to remove his clothing. Under any other circumstances, on any other day, what he was doing would be considered a striptease. Esme was well acquainted with those. But in the current moment, under the current fucking circumstances, it simply looked like Naveen was slowly undressing to non-diegetic 70′s porno music.
“You’re crazy!” She called out to him when he asked if he could join her and she tried to not swallow any lake water in the process. The water splashed around her as she paddled in circles.
“Why do you even want to marry me?? You don’t even know what my favorite non-profit organization is or what my political standings are! Fuck! You don’t even know what my favorite color is!” Esme cried out in exasperation. She let out a small cough as she swallowed some lake water.
"I am crazy, my love!" Naveen exclaimed as a response to the other as he jumped into the very cold water without a single care in the world, "Crazy for you and your eternal beauty!" he added, as he quickly closed in. Naveen wasn't a bad swimmer at all, and had no trouble getting into reasonable distance from Esmeralda.
"Because we are meant to be. Is that not enough for you, my dearest?" the prince inquired, extremely puzzled by her as if she should have reacted any differently. "It is easy. Your political standing is Future Queen of Maldonia, and your favorite organization is the Organization of... Non-Profit... Charity. Stuff. Do you see? I know you like the back of my hand!"
The prince then signaled to the shore. "Come, my sweet. We must get back there, lest you catch a cold! You must not catch colds as a royal ruler, that is what Mother always said! Ah! And you must meet them, too. My parents. We will go to Maldonia very soon, I promise to you!"
Welcome to Swynlake, Prince Naveen! The town is happy to have a man of your stature and grace among us. If you need anything while you are here, do not hesitate to contact the Board. Have a Happy Valentine's Day!
That is quite good to know, madam! Thank you! I will keep it in mind. Have the Happy Valentino’s Day to you as well!
Okay, Naveen had just kicked it up a notch. Now he was talking about marriage! Marriage!!! Why was Esme still here? Why were her hands on his chest? Why was she listening to a song he’d just written for her? Why hadn’t she just pepper sprayed him and left it at that? At the very least punched him? The whole thing felt off to her, so off in fact that at some point Esme had just accepted that she was dreaming and was now just waiting it out to wake up.
Oh great. He thought her jokes were funny and his mother would love them. Esme let out a bitter laugh at that and then deadpanned. “Don’t think much of my family would be able to make it to the reception. My mom’s side of the family is dead and my dad’s side is just unpleasant.”
‘No! Stop Esme!’ Her conscience demanded her. ‘This is not a joke to him. I repeat this is not a joke to him.’
Esme coughed. Right. She’d been carried away by her own snark for a second there. Wow. What did she have to do to get rid of this guy? This random attractive man that wanted to play her songs with his ukulele in public?
Was Esme going to say something? Didn’t matter. Naveen pulled her into the first position for another dance. They were still in the middle of the street. They were still in front of the ice cream store.
Delusional. This man was delusional. Alright, he’d left her no choice.
When Naveen brought his arm over her head for her to cross under, Esme yanked her hand from his grip, and took off running. She was sure she could lose him. In fact, the lake glimmered in front of her. Esme ran straight for it, disregarding the waterline. When she hit it, she dove deep. Let’s see if he “loved” her now.
Ahah! He knew it! Esmeralda was just playing with him - That jokester! Now she was luckily getting serious and into the details of the reception, even though she was going a bit too fast for Naveen. I mean, he hadn't even proposed and she was already practically sending out the invitations! Silly Esmeralda!
"Okay, we can discuss that in the future, I am sure," he responded. "Do not worry, though. All of Maldonia will love you and-"
Woah, she ran away! Now, Esmeralda was inexplicably running toward the water. Ah, but the way she ran. She was beautiful! He could almost see her in slow motion: The pure, marvelous manner in which she swayed and trotted. The delicate way her hair flowed behind her, as if it were trying to return to Naveen's side with desperation.
All he could do was run after her. It was all part of the game they were playing. Of course, his bride-to-be was teasing him, and wanted to take a romantic swim together. He was prepared for that. He had seen the movies.
The prince trotted toward the edge of the lake, and smiled sweetly at the woman. He then tilted his head and removed his shoes and socks, as well as his vest. Then, he pulled off his shirt over his head and, in what he would like to think as a seductive sequence of walking toward the water, winked at the future Queen of Maldonia. If Naveen was certain of anything, it was that his upper front side was his best side. “Mind if I join in?”
Esmeralda couldn’t stop the yelp that left her as she was spun around. There he was, repeating that obscenely long name again. Esme’s lips ticked downwards and she tried to remember exactly where Maldonia even was. “Is Maldonia even a real? I have a degree in political science, and I don’t remember a place called Maldonia much less there being a ruling monarchy for such a country.”
She didn’t get a chance to question this any more though, because Naveen had the audacity to say she had the honor of loving him. Esme looked at the prince sharply. Esme had never been in love, but she was pretty sure this was not the way it went. This could not be the way it went. Hell, if this is what being in love was like, Esme was sure she did not want it.
“The honor? Ha!” Esme continued. “And I’m no love expert, but I’m pretty sure falling in love with someone takes time. We just met this morning!” She paused. “I mean, Jesus. I hope we just met this morning, have you been following me? I have pepper spray in my purse.”
She would’t actually spray the guy. Besides, she was still reeling with the ease with which he said his words, what was throwing her off was the pure conviction behind them. He said them if they were the truest truth in the world. “You are not in love with me.” Esmeralda repeated firmly. Something was going on here. “Lust maybe, but you are not in love with me and I am 100% sure that we would be terrible for each other.”
She needed to cha-cha real smooth away from this man. That’s what needed to happen.
Naveen looked at his beautiful sweetheart. She didn't know Maldonia? That was a travesty! "I will take you there eventually, if you so wish!" he proposed, obviously forgetting that they had just met. "I will show you all the sights and take you to the best places in the country. I will shower you with the musical beauty of our performances. I shouldn't brag," he continued, and grabbed both Esmeralda's hands and pushed them to his chest, lovingly stroking them with his thumbs, "but I am the best ukulele player in the country."
He momentarily let go of Esmeralda to pull his ukulele from the strap on his back, and began playing a soft song that would be very beautiful and even romantic in a different situation. "This is for you, my Esmeralda," he said, winking at her again and going on with playing.
Of course, the prince didn't go on any longer, as his future wife soon began to joke about them not being in love. "Oh but my dear, you have such a good sense of the humor!" he complimented. "It goes with your beautiful eyes, I must say. You must say some of those jokes at our wedding reception. Mother loves the jokes of the foreigner people!" He put down the ukulele, and approached her again, placing a hand at her hip and raising the other one, ready to dance once more. "Which is why you are my very heart, my darling."
“Okay okay. I will see then.” Blaine agreed, amused by how set he was with that. Not that he minded that at all. As soon as he relaxed a little he would probably come to really enjoy this. He had a little time to admire the place before stepping in the elevator after Naveen, leaning over to push the button to Naveen’s floor.
“Well that sounds really interesting. To be honest I’ve never heard of Maldonia til now. What kind of music is it?” He asked again, genuinely interested in hearing about the place, but it was also a nice distraction from the fact that he was alone in the elevator with this guy and thinking of possible situations. He was overthinking it. That was definitely the case. “You’ll adjust. Swynlake is a pretty nice town to be in.”
"Well, we are a very small country, that much I can say," the prince admitted, as the elevator dinged and opened up. As he stepped out, Naveen smiled. "But it is the best music! Jazz is like a national treasure, but my favorite thing to do is play the ukulele. It brings more joy to anything, literally, and it is a great instrument to perform and dance with!"
As he got to Room 1010, one of two rooms on that floor, the prince didn't take long to open the door. All the while, he wished that Lawrence would not be there yet, because that would be a really big mood killer. Luckily, the place still looked deserted when he walked in, except for the suitcases piled up in a corner. He'd probably went out to a pub, like he sometimes did in Maldonia, so he wouldn't be back for a while.
"Make yourself at home!" Prince Naveen proclaimed and extended his arms, walking backwards into the apartment so as to let Blaine appreciate both the grandness of the place and that of his own figure. The suite was wonderful, and probably the best thing Naveen would find in town. The large windows offered a great view, and the furniture had already been set up as per his parents' orders. "What do you think of the place?"
Naveen reached for her hand and before she knew it, Esme was turning into him in a perfect spin. What – ? Her dancer’s instinct quickly caught up to her so she didn’t stumble, but Esme was pulling away soon enough. How dare he – Esmeralda was in the process of thinking when his words caught her ears.
“You’re a prince?” Esme sputtered and then stalled. So this was just some entitled asshole who thought he could have his way with any girl? Just by bowing and telling her she was pretty? Oh no. That kind of behavior did not fly well with Esme. She felt a righteous fury rise within her and she felt he need to say something about it. Without a second more of hesitation, the woman threw herself back into into Naveen’s arms, back into dance. The two twirled around each other, hips moving in sync, and Esme next words were little more than a hiss from her lips.
“Listen up Prince Naveen Edgar A - A- I do not remember the rest of your name - of Maldonia. I tried to be nice about this, but apparently that wasn’t good enough for you. I have a low tolerance for rich kids who think they can get whatever they want just by asking for it enough. I don’t know why anyone thinks that works or why they think its okay. So tell me -
She dipped him, held him there, and glared at him roughly.
“- what is it exactly that you want hm, darling?”
"I am a prince, yes!" Naveen responded, certain that she would definitely fall for him now. And then, the woman began to dance, which totally could mean that she had finally realized they were each other's one true love. Funny, Naveen didn't even think about that sort of thing the morning before.
"Prince Naveen Charles Edgar Augustus De La Rosa Charmônt of Maldonia," the royal corrected her, before shaking his head at what she said. "Ah, but do not worry! I am not a rich kid. I am broke!" he exclaimed, and figured it was too good an argument to allow her to be angry still.
She was probably just pretending not to like him, which was understandable, somehow. He did that sometimes and it got people even more into him, if it's even humanly possible.
And he was dipped. What? He was always the one doing that! "What do you mean, my love?" he questioned, tilting his head as it hung low but looking up at her, and his leg remained in the air.
He launched himself up and immediately attempted to gain control, in order to make the girl spin in her place as he raised his arm. "I want to have the honor... No, give you the honor of loving me. We are meant for each other after all!"
“Well I do hope so.” Blaine replied softly, stepping through the entryway and examining the apartments carefully. He really hadn’t thought this through, that was something he was coming to realize, but at this point he was going with it anyway. Naveen seemed friendly, and it had been a long while since he had been able to let himself enjoy time with a guy.
“Oh…well that’s good then. Elevator, stairs, it really doesn’t matter to me.” He admitted, but he stepped towards what he assumed was the elevator to the building, pushing the button for it to go up before looking over at Naveen again. “So what’s it like…where you’re from?” He asked curiously. Maybe getting the guy to talk about himself would make things less weird.
"We will, we will, you shall see!" Naveen reassured the other, and walked in as well. He took a few seconds to look around and nod at the guy behind the desk right there in the lobby, who looked like a recepcionist of some sort. The place itself wasn't so bad. At the very least, it was impressive enough to make people come to parties and such things without getting disappointed.
When the elevator arrived, the prince walked in and grinned at Blaine, as if picturing what might happen next. And hey, even the elevator was nice! This guywould be nothing short of impressed by the apartment! "Maldonia is a great place!" he exclaimed. "Much warmer than Englad, that is for sure, and our music is great! It will take some getting used to, but I will end up liking this place, surely." Hopefully.
Wow. This guy went from zero to crazy real fast.
Esme leaned back instinctually, as his arm flung forward to gesture at her. It was almost a full-on duck. Esme had had her fair share of creepers and admirers, so she had some experience handling them. None of them were this enthusiastic though. She had to give this guy that.
If that was something you could applaud someone for.
She cracked a short, pained smile at being asked for her name. “It’s Esmeralda. But my friends call me – Actually, let’s just stick with Esmeralda.” Esme quickly corrected, realizing that maybe she didn’t want this guy as a friend.
In pure awe of the eccentricity that was unfolding in front of her, Esme hadn’t even realized the other ice cream cone was steadily melting down her arm. Giving it one last forlorn lick, she tossed it into a nearby trashcan before turning back to the man.
“Look – whatever your name is - I appreciate the compliments, but I’m going to be on my way now.” She waved, with every intention of walking away. “I’ll see you around!”
"Esmeralda... Ashidanza! The most beautiful name to fit the most beautiful woman!" the man exclaimed, totally ignoring the woman's apparent disgust for her. In his eyes, Esmeralda was perfect, and there was no reason that such a perfect woman wouldn't love him. Everyone else did, after all. Several times, often.
The woman's next statement was clearly an indirect expression of her desire to learn Naveen's name, as evidenced by her inquiry about his name. And so, he puffed out his chest in pride and, just as she was about to turn and go, reached for her hand and pulled her in with a spin, as if they were dancing, without asking, because she'd totally love it.
"I am Prince Naveen Charles Edgar Augustus De La Rosa Charmônt of Maldonia," the royal creep eloquently introduces himself, "but for you, my dearest... Well, you can call me whatever way you wish," he granted with a wink and a wide, usually-seductive-but-now-probably-creepy smile.
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