Hey! First story here, feel free to bash it to your heart's content! Constructive criticism is welcome, but flames won't do anything, much less melt my ice cream sundae of creative-ness. (Is that even a word? Whatever.)
WARNING: This story will kindamaybeprobablytotally make your brain explode and your eyes bleed. Viewer discretion is advised.
Disclaimer: Do I look like I could own such an awesome movie! Ha! I wish. If I did own ROTG, I would have a ton of Rainbow Snowcone fluff! I do not own.
Enjoy! (Or not, it's your choice).
Title: Stealing a Princess
Summary:
Toothiana is a princess. She is the daughter of the king, and is expected to find a suitor by the time she turns 18. She is 17 (and a half) now, and when her father arranges a marriage between her and a man named Pitch Black, 20 years her senior, but a likely candidate for the throne, she has no choice but to go along. That is, until she meets Jack Frost, a thief, in the middle of escaping her future husband's advances. Jack and Tooth gradually find themselves becoming friends, and when Tooth finally turns 18, she is forced to make a decision: Marry a man she hates, or run away with her best friend (who she happens to have a teensy little crush on) and leave behind everything she has ever known. Human AU!
Pairing: Tooth/Jack
Rating: K+ to T
Toothiana was bored. Sitting there listening to her mother go on and on and on about some sort of boring royal party she had to attend for her 18th birthday, she absent-mindedly played with her hair.
In her lap sat a book on medicine. She was halfway through the book by now, reading a chapter on the care of teeth. "Yellow teeth are a sign of plaque," it read. Squinting, she peered at her mother's teeth. They were relatively clean, with only a bit of yellow on her premolars. Earlier that day, she had inspected her own teeth, and was pleased to find that they were squeaky clean.
"Toothiana? Are you listening? Tooth! Pay attention when I am talking to you, young lady!" Her mother's voice broke her out of her reverie.
"Huh? What? Oh!" Startled, Tooth jumped, causing her papers to fly everywhere. Her mother's stern glare told her that she was not amused. Sheepishly, she grinned while bending down to pick up the papers. A flash of blue piqued her interest, and she leaned closer to inspect it, picking it up.
It was a poster of a handsome boy, around her age. On the top of the poster were the words, "WANTED: JACK FROST". In the picture, he was smiling devilishly, showing his beautifully white teeth, making him seem like he was planning something. The bottom of the poster had a description of him, which told her he was around 5'10" with brown hair, brown eyes, and was wanted for stealing a precious jewel from a noble family.
He was of no concern to her. It was the flash of blue on the poster, she told herself, that drew her attention to the poster, not his beautiful smile, as Jack Frost wore a blue tunic decorated with elaborate patterns that strangely reminded her of snow. Shrugging, she returned the poster to the pile of papers, folded her hands on her lap, and smiled demurely at her mother. "Yes, mother? I'm afraid I didn't hear you the first time," she said, straightening her dress.
Her mother huffed. "Honestly, Toothiana. You'll be turning 18 in 6 months, start acting more mature! Also, you have a marriage appointment today. Hopefully, you won't scare him off like those others," She told her. "You'll be meeting this man for lunch in 3 hours, so you've got to start getting ready!" They started walking towards Toothiana's bedroom.
"Another one?" Tooth whined. "But they're all so much older than me! Why can't I choose who I want to marry?" She wrung her hands in frustration.
"Because your father's getting old, Tooth, you know that. He needs a new ruler soon," her mother replied, patting her daughter's shoulder. Tooth shrugged her mother's hand off and stalked off, making a point of slamming the door to the library behind her.
Balancing precariously on a tree branch outside of a window, Jack Frost reached into his belt and pulled out a lock pick. He stuck it into the lock of the window, and jiggled it around until it made a satisfying 'click' sound. Too easy, he thought.
He gently pushed open the window, and landed lightly on the wool carpet. Scanning his surroundings, he found himself in a room filled with musical instruments. It was furnished with some benches, a piano, and instruments placed on shelves around the room.
Poking his head back out the window, he signaled his group, telling them that he had successfully infiltrated the castle. He saw his second-in-command, Bunnymund, nod in response. They had formulated a plan to steal a prized painting of the royal family's, and the rest of the group knew to stay hidden until he gave the signal for them to get out of the bushes and create a distraction.
The plan was working so far. He slowly opened the door a crack, checked for people, and tiptoed his way out into the hallway. He heard the sound of shouts, and quickly turned away from that direction. He glanced around for a hiding place, as he could now hear footsteps coming his way. Making a split-second decision, he ducked behind a wall hanging and waited for the footsteps to fade. They didn't. Instead, he heard them coming closer to him.
Holding his breath for fear of being discovered, he stilled. The person's shadow was directly beside his wall hanging now. Sneaking a glance, he let out a small gasp of amazement.
She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. With her dark, chocolate-colored hair, her small, thin, figure, and the way her cheeks were slightly pink from yelling, she was gorgeous. Her eyes seemed to change color as she caught her breath outside of the door, glancing around for the source of the sound.
Her clothes marked her as a person of the royal family that he was currently in the process of stealing from, but at the moment, the plan was forgotten as he gazed at her through the crack between the wall and the wall hanging. She looked to be around his age, but her eyes told him she was smarter than her age let on.
Hopefully, she wouldn't notice him.
She shrugged, her dark curls bouncing, as she seemed to think she had imagined it. Bringing up her fist to knock on the door, Jack noticed how, when she stepped into what seemed to be a library, all the tension seemed to melt off her. When the door finally closed, he let out a breath of relief.
Shaking his head to clear out the un-thief-like thoughts going through his 18-year old mind, he checked to see if the coast was clear, and carefully ducked into a room opposite to the library to wait until night.
As she walked into the library, her favorite place in the whole castle, she was greeted by the wonderful scent of paper and ink. Her favorite person in the whole entire castle worked in the library, too. His name was Sandy, and he was her tutor. He wrote to communicate, but with her, he used sign language, which she had learned at a very early age.
Sandy was what most people would describe as stout, with golden hair, and a smile forever plastered onto his jolly face. He waved to her as she walked up to the seat beside him and sat down.
Sandy stared at her curiously; as she was usually never this mad, not even when her father forgot her birthday. Taking that as an invitation to start explaining, Tooth launched into an in-depth explanation of everything that had happened since he had seen her last, excluding the part where she had found the poster of Jack Frost. That part had seemed too personal, even to be shared with the person she trusted most in the world, even more than her own father.
Reaching up, Sandy patted Tooth's head gently, telling her that all she had to do was survive the lunch and she would be fine. Unlike with her mother, this time Tooth didn't shrug off his reassurances of the fact that everything would turn out all right. Instead, she leaned down and wrapped her arms around her elderly tutor, and took comfort in the fact that he would be there for her, married or not.
Sandy was more of a father to her than her real father would ever be. She was ignored, even though she was the king's only child, and never talked to her father, save for exchanging a few formal exchanges. She stifled a groan of frustration as she sat up, letting go of her tutor.
"I've got to go get ready now, or mother will have my head for embarrassing her during this appointment," she told Sandy, sighing. "I might as well take a few books with me."
Sandy nodded and hopped off his stool to go pick up a few books for her. He knew all her favorites by now. All the books on medicine, she had read, and the newest shipment of books wouldn't be coming for at least a month. When he handed her the stack of books, she nodded thanks and handed in her homework for the day. Leaving the library carrying her stack of books, she walked towards her bedroom, towards her impending marriage appointment.
Well, that's it for the first chapter! Tell me if I should continue this little plot bunny! I love reviews, but a story alert would be nice too!
If you guys like, I'll try to post the next chapter in a few days maybe? (It's not like I've written anything yet! This chapter was typed up, proofread a couple times, spellchecked once, and immediately posted because I COULDN'T GET THIS PLOT BUNNY OUT OF MY HEAD!)
Wow. This chapter looked so much longer on Word... I shall have to work harder!
Yeah. So that's it! If you have time, please leave a review, even if it's only to tell me, "Your story sucks. Leave fanfiction immediately! Your story was so bad, it made my head explode and my eyes bleed." (Actually, that wouldn't be that nice, but whatever. Reviews are reviews!)
~Chilly
