A/N: I went to go see this twice in the theatre… I love it so so very much… Please enjoy this! There will be a lot of sexual tension and jokes for a good two thirds, and the rest will consist of the actual romance. Apart of that two thirds may include, but will not be limited to: accidental 'moments', feels, fantasizing, and OC X OC loving. The four OCs in this story will not interfere with my sweet, sweet man on man moments. They are being paid to help, after all.
All it took was a wish.
A Christmas wish to be exact. However, it was not one that a child would crave on a simple whim. This wish lingered and grew throughout the years. One that would slowly strengthen and change due to the dreamer's will. North had seen many of these wishes, yet none of them was as strong as the one Jack had made. Of course, it may have been his immortality that helped give him a one-track mind. Or, it may have just been the excessive hormones because of permanent-pubescent body. Yet, North would make this wish come true because Jack deserved to be happy.
North would be calling in many favors for this gift. In specifics, he would be asking for help from some of the most horrifying of the spirits. Spirits that were not quite as old as the rest of the guardians, but by far, greater forces to be reckoned with: Valentine, Pumpkin, Patrick, and New.
Valentine was the personification of Valentine's Day, as well as the representation of sin. She was the pleasure children would enjoy with punishment, the gifts they would receive with a price. Though it was her job to supply children with the dangerous pleasures of life, she often went too far and had gotten quite a handful of people killed in her efforts. She was a sexy, younger girl with a large ego and the need to get everyone in trouble in the worst ways possible. Though she refused to admit it, she often was at fault for the steadily growing list of tabloid scandals.
Pumpkin, also famously known as Halloween, was the embodiment of terror. While she was nowhere near as terrifying at Pitch, she still terrorized children on her special night. She was the cause for every child's fear, for every scary experience. While she was not the monster under your bed, she was the scary substitute everyone loathed, as well as the bully next door. She was hard working girl with a large heart, and though she enjoyed terrorizing the children of the world, she loved them as much as any spirit would.
Patrick was fittingly named after his holiday, St. Patrick's Day. He was the spirit of luck, and was the strangest of all of the holiday spirits. He was a leprechaun, and a flamboyant one at that. He was the one who made sure children got a good lottery ticket when scratching for their parents. He was the one that helped that sexually frustrated fifteen-year-old find the perfect girl- or boy –to vent his frustrations on. With a spicy temper, he had brought the downfall to a large collection of civilizations, including (but not limited to) the Tuetonic Knights, the Holy Roman Empire, the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Great Britain.
The final, most dangerous of these spirits was New Year, called by her first name. She was easily the most terrifying and dangerous of the spirits, due to her ability to ruin an entire year with one day. She would easily make all your dreams come true, as well as obliterate them on a single whim. Her instinct to lounge about, nursing hangovers like many minors would, seemed to be the only thing that made her seem normal. Though she was an excessive partier, she was the only spirit that could be seen by everyone, simply because she was a holiday that everyone celebrated. This made her far more dangerous, because she could easily take over like Pitch tried, because of her ability to hide among humans.
North dreaded asking them for assistance, but it was completely necessary in certain situations. Last time he asked the quartet for help, it caused the Cold War. But, it was completely necessary now. In this one, his one and only goal was to make the Easter Bunny fall in love with Jack Frost.
It required only a call, before the four spirits were gathered in North's office. All looked ridiculous, per usual, and extremely frazzled.
Pumpkin was the first to arrive, and looked surprisingly composed, though it was obvious that she had not slept in weeks. Her red hair was pulled into two large, neon red Lolita pigtails, decorated with green bits of streamer and purple skulls. Her dress was a simple, strapless sundress, all purple, with black demonic wings protruding from her back. She had on her cliché, orange and black striped tights and black converse. She only wore red lipstick and eyeliner, yet she still looked like a corpse. She gave North a weak smile and collapsed into a chair, half asleep. Because it was only a few days after Halloween, she was exhausted, required to continue plans for next Halloween, in attempts to make it better.
Patrick arrived next, his orange hair sticking up in every direction. He wore a pair of green skinnies, fitting in so many inappropriate ways, unbuttoned to show a black tattoo that read, 'Kiss me, I'm Irish'. He wore a darker green vest that exposed his handsomely sculpted chest, and a pale green coat on top of that had its sleeves pulled up. He held his top hat in his hands and began to twirl it on his fingers, going to sit at Pumpkin's feet, patting her knee and humming a lullaby-like tune. In their previous lives, they had been brother and sister, so he naturally gravitated toward his little sister, wanting to alleviate her stress.
Valentine and New Year walked in at the same moment, both giggling and exhausted. They looked similar, with their hair perfectly curled and pinned back. While Valentine's red hair contrasted with her white dress and golden roman sandals, New Year looked just as strange in a white slip, a black mask covering her face and an overly decorated top hat covering her forehead. New Year already looked drunk and stumbling, covering in sparkles and confetti, holding her heels, while Valentine was obviously trying to take advantage, groping at the older spirit's hips and waist. Both were trying to cover up their weariness, Valentine probably meddling with another famous couple who just 'needed her help something fierce', and New Years planning for the huge party in New York City.
North calmly waited for the spirits to settle down before speaking. He offered cookies and eggnog, which were refused by everyone except Pumpkin, who enjoyed any form of sugar. While she quietly nibbled on her cookie, he surveyed the guests in his office, trying to think of the safest way to broach the subject of Jack Frost. Slowly, almost unwillingly, he spoke.
"I need your help. All of you," he said quietly, looking down at his boots. New Year immediately screeched with laughter. "HA! That's a first, ain't it, Valentine?" she howled, with her Brooklyn accent. She reached Valentine's waist and managed to wrap her arm around the younger spirit's chest, screaming, "Last time he needed our help, we caused a war and sent two major military powerhouses into a depression!" She seemed to be pleasured by this idea in itself. "Let him finish," Valentine tittered, flipping her crimson hair back, exposing her neck and chest to New Year.
North nodded in slight appreciation. "Yes. It is rare. But there is a particular Christmas gift that seems to be extremely difficult, and I thought you all were just what gift called for," he tried again, this time, scanning his unwilling audience. "Um… Mr. Santa?" Pumpkin stuttered, sounding like a frightened child, "You know I'm all up for helping, especially since Halloween just ended, but what is this gift?"
"If you tell anyone what I tell you next," He immediately spoke, glaring at each occupant of the room, "I hurt you." They all wasted no time nodding. North sighed. He did not know if it truly was worth exposing to these strange spirits Jack's dilemma. Of course, if he did not he would stumble through this gift, not knowing how to help someone with a gift that was not superficial. With another sigh, he began to speak again. "Good. New Guardian, Jack Frost, has complicated wish. He wants love."
Valentine giggled. "I can do that. Why did you need the rest of these clowns?" she questioned in an innocent, sultry voice. With a quick 'pish posh' motion with her hand, she stood up from New Year's amorous grasp and patted down her skirt, flipping her hair back for the second time already. Pumpkin glared. "Because maybe he wants real love! Not that artificial trash you serve!" She hissed. Pumpkin stood as well, pulling at her sundress. Valentine flushed, baring her teeth, "You're just upset because none of my spells worked for you!"
Before Pumpkin could retaliate, Patrick laughed, standing as well. "Maybe he just wants to get lucky?" Everyone paused and giggled, enjoying Patrick's good-natured joke. Pumpkin flushed, embarrassed by her older brother's perverted antics. North shook his head, sighing deeply. Why did he have to ask these fools for help? "Jack Frost loves the Easter Bunny, yet he refuses to admit. I want you all to work with Jack," he said, gesturing around amicably. Each spirit nodded, expressing their willingness to help. The only one who had yet to speak was the personification of New Years.
Everyone looked to the white haired woman, a multitude of colored eyes stared at her, gauging her reaction. The woman only shrugged, her eyebrows knitting together. "What are we supposed to do?" There a brief pause, as if this was a valid question - and it was. The eyes shifted from petite teen to the oversized Soviet man.
"Valentine," North started, gesturing to the red head who was attempting to expose her already exposed cleavage, "You will create the connection. Whether is fake, or is real… That is up to you. Just make Bunny notice Jack." He turned to the brother and sister pair who sat quietly, staring at the ground. "You two," he spoke, causing them to jump up from their seats and stand at attention. "I want Pumpkin to help Jack in any way she can. She is good at sex appeal, yes?" he questioned. She shivered, but nodded. If there was nothing she hated more, it had to deal with slutty teenagers on Halloween. She had seen hundreds upon hundreds of whores dealing their trades in back alleys on her favorite night of the year, and loathed that single part of Halloween every year. Of course, because it was tradition for some people, it had become a part of her, no matter how badly she despised it.
"Patrick," he turned to the orangette, "You will add little spice. Make things go Jack's when trying to sway Bunny, yes?" Patrick rang his hands together, smiling manically. If there was anything Patrick was good at, it was meddling. In addition, his job would mean as much meddling as humanly possible. And he wasn't human.
"And New Years," he said, finally turning back to the irritable party girl, "I need you to give Jack his edge!" The white haired girl quirked up an eyebrow, partially glaring through her blood shot eyes. "Edge?"
"Da! His edge! Edge means his luster! His appeal! Make him seem attractive!" North urged. New Years couldn't help by smirk, nodding slowly. "So I get to work with Pumpkin. Sweet!" she giggled, anxious to irritate the younger girl.
"Good. Each of you is welcome to stay as guest. Should make things easier. Jack stays here as well, and if he is not found here, he is either in Warren, or Burgess. Now go! Plan! Make Bunny love Jack! And," he began, his voice darkening again, "If Bunny find out, I kill you. Now go."
A/N: Am I being judged? I fear I am… The rating might change… It was so weird to write North as a sexually aware Santa Clause…