Part two, and really, I'm just having too much Handsome!Young!North feels I can't
AND THEN SUDDENLY HE'S SHIPPABLE WITH EVERYONE HE'S LIKE, THE JACK OF THEIR TEAM PRIOR TO JACK SERIOUSLY
HOW CAN ANYONE SAY NO TO DAT BABE SANTA /SHOT
Imagine your OTP kissing passionately after Person A saves Person B from almost certain death.
Passionately, where, uh, it's not really passionate. HAHAHAHA
Warnings: BL BL BL BL BL I SWEAR TO GOD HERE COMES THE SHIPPING, HAPPY RELEASE DATE EVERYONE Younger!Guardians! OH MY GOD HANDSOME!NORTH!, book-savvy is a must, North being his young self i'm cry a river of tears, Bunny being so tsundere even way long ago, I swear to God Jack will appear in the next part, part two of three, omg, OC ALERT! APPARENTLY YOU GUYS LIKED ANGUS SO HERE HE IS AGAIN BEING ALL DERP AND "OOH MR NORTH OOH"
"Nicholas St. North!" Bunnymund screamed desperately as he clung onto the young Cossack's fur-lined coat, paws digging into deep black fur as the young man's hands gripped Bunnymund's sides securely and tightly, laughing brightly as he ran away from the horde of Fearlings going right after them; deep black mares with burning yellow eyes and angrily flaring nostrils, their King, Pitch Black, right behind them on his own horse, a malicious grin on his face as he gave pursuit to the two Guardians. "Nicholas! Put me down this instant! I'll just make tunnels to get us out of here! Toothiana and Sandman are in need of our help!"
"Can't," the man replied, sharply making a turn, his boots squeaking loudly as he skidded at the sharp turn, stumbling slightly as he hopped on one foot, before continuing in his running without a moment's hesitation or a footing lost. "The moment your feet touches the ground, you'll end up getting burned!"
"And whoever said that?" Bunnymund yelled at him indignantly, but yelped and hugged the man's neck closer as an arrow of shadows narrowly missed North's side. The man clicked his tongue and dodged into a wide doorway, leading into one of the palace's wide halls laden with beautiful opal-coloured marble tiles and golden linings that stretched to the ceiling. "Oof!" Bunnymund protested as North hit the wall as he turned sharply, slamming his back against it with a loud thud, as yet another arrow flew into the room, inches from where North had stood mere seconds ago. "Would you please be a bit more careful?!" Bunnymund yelled at him, "Do you have any idea how much that hurt?"
"Didn't hurt too much for you, did it?" North asked, grinning handsomely at the Pooka, and Bunnymund leant backwards in the man's arms, his furry face heating up just slightly. "I mean, my chest cushioned the impact for you, right?"
"St. North and Bunnymund," Pitch's voice called from outside, and the both of them looked at each other, eyes wide. The both of them knew that they were surrounded-the only entrance was barricaded with Fearlings, and sure enough, the air around them turned much colder than it already was, as Pitch himself entered the hall, smirking at the two of them. "What swift feet you have, St. North," he commented, walking around the room on top of a black cloud that hovered above the floor. "I don't know what enchantment you put on the floor, but you have truly proved to be very clever. And very able. You would make a fine Nightmare General." The King of Nightmares smirked down at North and Bunnymund, the Pooka's hair standing on end and his ears going rigid as he glared at the man from where he was in North's arms.
"I assure you, Pitch, as much as I am a brilliant man," North grinned, (and at this Bunnymund rolled his eyes) "But you know, it wasn't me responsible for the fire-floor."
Bunnymund looked at the young man, alarmed. "What do you mean, fire-floor?" He asked, incredulous, and North nodded his head in the direction of the Fearlings standing on the floor-whatever they had on the floor, foot, paw, hoof-was on fire, a rather large flame enveloping the parts that were in contact with the floor. "... What magic is this?" Bunnymund breathed, and Pitch pulled a face.
"Clearly, something of North's doing," he deadpanned, "Notice how he is perfectly unharmed from this."
"I have nothing to do with this," North firmly stated, "But I know who is." He grinned. "Brace yourself, Bunnymund. This is going to be wild." He whispered to the Pooka, and Bunnymund's eyes widened.
"What on Earth are you talking about-?!"
"Angus!" North bellowed to the sky with his powerful voice, and much to Bunnymund's shock, the entirety of the room suddenly grew hot, extremely hot, in fact, and the floor beneath them began to glow. Pitch hissed in both anger and pain and immediately ran to the solace of the shadows, as the light grew brighter and brighter. Bunnymund wrenched his eyes shut and folded his ears over them, with addition to his hands, as the heat grew, and grew-
And suddenly the entire palace shook as an explosion ripped the wall apart, bringing in cold, biting winds from outside. Bunnymund opened his eyes to see North was still holding onto him, a grin on his face.
"What do you think about that?" he asked, clearly proud of himself, and Bunnymund could only just roll his eyes.
"You big fool." He replied, and North's eyes widened at him, his expression falling. Good riddance for thinking I'd be impressed, Bunnymund thought to himself as he moved to get out of North's arms, (but somewhere in the back of his mind, he was actually rather impressed, but he would never reveal that to the young man,) lowering his foot to the ground-
"Wait!" North yelled, tumbling over in a hurry to keep Bunnymund off the floor, and the two of them ended up on it, North somehow managing to get himself underneath the much-larger Pooka and completely supporting the other with his body. Bunnymund ended up straddling North's waist, his knees digging painfully into the man's palms. Bunnymund tried to regard this awkward situation as nothing more than an unfortunate accident, but he could not stop the heat spreading across his cheeks.
"What is your problem, North?" Bunnymund frowned at him to hide his embarassment, but North shook his head wildly.
"Angus is still here, and the floor will still kill you. I have to talk to him," he said, and Bunnymund frowned at him.
"And how do you suppose you will do that?" he scoffed, "When clearly, whoever this Angus person of yours is, is not here."
"Who says?" a teen's voice asked, and Bunnymund raised his head to see a young man standing barefoot on the marble floor, his hand outstretched at the Pooka, an angry red flame burning around it. Bunnymund gaped at him. He had never seen such a being before, not in his long, long life on Earth. The boy-Angus, Bunnymund realised-approached him slowly, his glare in his amber eyes intensifying threateningly as he stepped ever closer. "Get off North." He demanded, the flames serving as his hair flaring up angrily as his accent (Bunnymund placed it as Scottish) thickened. "Now, Rabbit-Man."
"Angus," North spoke up, "Bunnymund is a friend." He reasoned, and the boy faltered, looking down at North, unsure. "It's alright. Take the enchantment off the floor now. We're safe."
Angus, wary, stepped back, and North nodded. "Bunnymund, you can get off me now." He said, and Bunnymund quickly got off North to see that the floor, indeed, had cooled down, but it was still very much warm. "Thank you for your help, Angus," North smiled up at the teen, getting up and uttering a spell-Bunnymund recognised it, it was a spell of flame protection-and blowing on his hand, before patting the boy's head. "You were very brave to come up here."
"You needed me," Angus replied, "And I am indebted to you, North." He looked at Bunnymund over his shoulder suspiciously, but then looked back at North. "I have to keep you safe."
"And for that I am thankful," North nodded, grasping Angus's shoulder like an older brother to his younger one. "But you have to go, Pitch might figure you out and who knows what lengths he will go to you get his hands on you."
"What about you?" Angus asked, and North smiled at him.
"I have my allies. The Guardians." He gestured at Bunnymund over his shoulder, who turned his head away indignantly, as Angus regarded him with suspicion. "I'll be alright with them."
Angus said nothing, and nodded, after a great length, before wings of fire sprouted from his back and he flew away, out the large gaping hole in the wall. North turned to look at Bunnymund, grinning.
"Well, nice to know that was over," he said, but Bunnymund crossed his arms.
"Yes, but Ombric is nowhere to be found here. Our journey here had been a trap."
North's expression fell. "Well, I guess-watch out!" His eyes widened and he dove forward at Bunnymund, knocking him to the ground as a left-behind Fearling attacked from behind Bunnymund. It charged right over them and out the hole in the wall. The two Guardians sat up and looked at the hole in the wall, panting, their eyes wide, before looking right at each other.
North was the first one to look away.
He bent over and began to laugh. He laughed, loud and hearty, and Bunnymund stared at him, bewildered.
"... What?" He managed to say, but then suddenly North's hands shot up and grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a rather brusque kiss, North planting a huge one on Bunnymund's nose.
"That was," He laughed, still holding Bunnymund's face as he pulled away, grinning brightly. "That was both so funny... and... absolutely frightening."
Bunnymund blinked at him, not processing what the young man had said.
North kissed him.
North had kissed him.
(Alright, granted, it was his nose, but still.)
Bunnymund was shaken out of his thoughts at the sound of a familiar voice.
"Bunnymund! North! Are the two of you here?" Toothiana's voice called from outside, and North quickly let go of Bunnymund, leaving him by himself sitting down on the floor, dumbfounded, as he ran to the wall, where Toothiana and Sandy rose from where they came from.
"Toothiana! Sandman!" he grinned brightly. "You're alright!"
"But Ombric is not," Toothiana replied, "Come, we must make haste. Who knows what Pitch has planned for him?"
"Right," North nodded, before turning to address Bunnymund. "Bunnymund? We're going to need those tunnels of yours to get to the sleigh." Bunnymund didn't respond, and so North walked over to him and leaned close to the Pooka's face. "... Bunnymund?"
That shook Bunnymund out of his daze, and he blinked at the close proximity North had with him.
... Oh.
North poked Bunnymund's forehead before straightening up. "Tunnels, let's go! We have to get to Ombric before terrible things happen!"
"... Right. On my way."
Stumbling slightly, Bunnymund got up and immediately got to work, with still one thing on his mind:
North had kissed him.
It was difficult to deny that little jump his heart made at the thought.
OKAY, SO I DID THE SHIPPING. SUE ME. (don't please i want to keep writing don't hurt me this is all just good fun i swear)
SOO. RATING'S GONE UP, I THINK I CAN PULL OFF PRACTICALLY ANYTHING NOW.
NO STOPPING ME, MATE. I GOT THIS SHIT COVERED.
UNTIL PART THREE, EVERYBODY.