From the author to you fabulous reader,
I have wonderful news. Well I guess wonderful for me. Whether you think it's wonderful or not, is up to your judgement. I've started a nice, shiny, new tumblr for all of my writing. It'll be a place for a little more than just fanfictions—since this place doesn't really allow anything else beyond that. I'll post stories of my very own, random blogs on whatever I feel, as well as other things. (I have a unique idea up my sleeve, but that's still in the works) So if your interested in me and what else I have to offer, feel free to swing by at aaronsdream. I love taking challenges and prompts, because I'm under this illusion that if I force myself to write things that other people request, then my writing will get better. So if you have requests, bring it, fabulous readers!
In other news, I've started up a 30 day OTP challenge if you haven't seen it yet. It was a tumblr thread-challenge-thingy that I wanted to try. Each day comes with a theme that I must fulfill in my writing, so I'll be compiling a bunch of one shots dealing with Jack and Jamie. Its title is 30 Days—real original, I know—if you want to check it out.
It's new years eve. Wow I can't believe it. Bringing in 2013 with a writing bang. I'm dedicating my whole day today to writing, writing, oh, and more writing.
I hope your night is wonderful, and glamorous, and filled with glitter.
Happy New Years, my fabulous readers!
-I feel that disclaimer comin' on and I can't help but shout at the top of my lungs: Oh we're gonna have a fuckin' glittertastic night!-
If the smell outside was peppermint and hot chocolate, then the smell inside was gingerbread and eggnog. Always something different for variety's sake. It was a shame that Jamie was so full.
North trotted along, leaving a trail of elves in his wake. They were really very dull creatures. They walked around without direction, only following North like he was some kind of god.
"Too much inbreeding. Wasn't enough of them in the beginning to keep their species going," Jack said as he floated over to Jamie. He was really very well learned about the other realms and the creatures within them. He often poked in on the other guardians and knew more about their worlds than they even did.
Jamie frowned. He felt sorry for them.
"Oh don't make face like that. They're happy elves. Back in day, they were too addicted to sugar. Trust me, this is improvement," North said as he plucked one up form the floor by the bell of his hat and sat him down. "Happy elf," he repeated and the elf seemed all a twitter with joy that North had chosen him to talk to.
The work shop was alive with the sounds of production. There were toys of all shapes and sizes. Old ones; new ones. Wooden trains, and electric cars lined the conveyer belts. Little robots, and tiny puzzle sets.
Santa's workshop was like a well oiled machine. It continued working whilst everyone else was away at the festivities.
"All ready for Christmas?" Sophie asked from atop of North's shoulders.
"Yes. I think."
"You think?" she questioned as she pulled his hat off and put it on her own head. She looked funny wearing such a large hat. Jamie couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous sight. She looked like a blond elf with a hat so big. Jamie tried to imagine her with that same dull look in her eye, but he couldn't quite picture it.
"It is all very touchy. You never know when something might break. We are ready now, but everything might go kaput before tomorrow. Do not worry, though. Yetis are very good with chaos. They have to live with elves!"
North led them further, pointing out things that they might have wanted to know about.
"See that there? That's the old horn of Christmas Eve, given to me by the woodland faeries," he said as he pointed to an old gnarled, root carved into the shape of a cornucopia. "And that," he pointed off to a very old machine with all sorts of nobs and buttons, "is magic dust miner. It harvests the magic from the moon beams sent from Tsar Luna's light city." As he said this, he rose his hand to the enormous domed ceiling that displayed the moon's face, and all three guests looked up in astonishment. The ceiling of Norths workshop was like a mural, painted specially for him. It showed both the night and day time sky, half and half, with just a splash of colors from the auras in the middle.
There were machines that hung from the ceiling. Machines that spun around with old gyroscopes that calculated the speed of the world as it turned; little roosters that crowed the weather and the wind.
And down out of little holes in the wall, came train tracks that carried trains all through the massive building. Some carried letters, other carried plats of crackers and cups of tea.
North went through some wooden doors and showed them his own work place. Santa did the most important work of all. He wasn't just some figure head, but a vital cog to that well oiled machine. He kept the magic in the shop, bowls of white looking sand from that old dust miner sat about on his desk with a magnifying glass and tweezers—he had to see if the dust was pure, you see; and once deemed pure, he would pour it into a large metal container. There were tons of them lining the walls of his room! So much work; how did he find the time?
He also made designs for new toys each year, not toys that were manufactured to be distributed in bulk, but toys that were hand crafted with tender care; toys that were special for the few children who needed them most. Like children with a terrible cold on Christmas, they got a special toy. North even saw to it that children that were no longer within the realm of the living got a special treat. Even spirits deserve a little bit of Christmas. Their lives can be very cold and spooky. With some holiday cheer, they could perk up and continue about their ghostly business.
North dug through his draws and pulled out little bits of his inventions, showing them what he had been working on in that year.
There were string puppets that could sing their ABC's, ballerinas that could balance on their toes and spin on until forever, marching soldiers with pop guns and whistles. Each toy had a smidgen of magic dust and they glittered softly in the gentle light of the North's room.
North handed a doll to Sophie and set her down, she quickly busied herself with it, sitting on the floor immediately and twirling the doll. Jamie scrambled forward, reaching for a marching solider and sat next to his sister. They laughed and played like little children. After all, the North Pole was like a threshold into the very innocence that was inside every man and woman. They had no need to pretend to be something they weren't. Even the oldest grandpa would spring for joy and hop around like a five-year-old at the very opportunity to play with Santa's toys.
North took one of his wooden planes—a favorite gift of his since he was small—and played along, leaving Jack to form figures out of ice and snow to dance and march along. They laughed and sang songs until pops of fireworks sounded outside.
"Well look at the time. It is Christmas Eve already! Where does time go when you're having fun with friends, yeah?" North said as he stood up with a grunt.
From the window of North's workshop, Sophie, Jack, and Jamie could see wondrous displays of blues, reds, and greens explode against the starry sky. They ooed and awed, dazzled and entranced by the magic of their night. Until North's words sunk in, of course. Jamie jolted forward and hoped up onto his feet. "MOM! It's midnight! We have to get back home!" He shouted.
Jack rolled onto his side lazily. "Don't worry; your mom wont know," was all he said.
Jamie was about to question what made him so sure when North's loud voice thundered from behind. "Not to fear. You take snow globe and smash it onto ground. Think of where you want to go and it take you there. Easy," he said.
"Oh, so they're your snow globes that Jack was using," Sophie chimed as she sat forward.
"Jack has snow globe?" North asked as he frowned at his fellow comrade.
"Ah-ha know it really is late. Maybe we should get back," Jack said.
"Yes. Maybe is good idea," North said. "You have happy Christmas and look under tree for special gift from me this year," he said as he hugged both Jamie and Sophie. He whispered into the globe and smashed it down onto the ground, causing it to erupt into another portal.
Just then, there was rather bone shattering explosion outside an a few high pitched screams from the elves. The company looked out the window to discover a box of fireworks being set off and elves frantically running about with fire torches in their hands.
"Of all the-Who put elves in charge of fireworks? See? Something can turn wrong in the wink of an eye," he said as he turned to the children and put his large hands on their shoulders. "You must get home, and I have elf mess to clean up," he said. His eye twinkled and then he was gone just like that, leaving nothing but the sent of wood and magic dust.
They stared for a few seconds before standing. "Come on Sophie. Regardless if Mom knows or doesn't know, we should still get home. North is going to be busy I think,"
"Ha. Maybe just a little busy," she giggled as she set the doll back on North's desk. They gripped hands and hopped through the portal, this time not as afraid as before. In a blink of an eye and a snap of a finger, they appeared on their street. The street was always as it had been. No giant poinsettias, no treat trees. It seemed a little plain. What with all of the wonders that they had just seen of course it would seem a little plain. Jack floated behind them, holding his wooden staff, as the two walked towards their home.
They wanted to trust Jack and believe that their mother wasn't up waiting for them on the sofa, but they didn't want to fill their heads with disillusions. They began to tip-toe as they neared their front door, Sophie brining out her keys and holding them still so they wouldn't shatter the silence of the night. The lights were off, and the house was still. She opened the door and peered inside. Silence and darkness.
"It's so late. Why isn't she up?" she asked as she turned to Jack. "What did you do?"
Jack shrugged, and looked around through the opened door. "Looks like they had a fire started. It's dying now, and those lights on the tree are so pretty. Oh and I might have sent the nicest snow shower here before we left. I imagine your mom and dad had a nice time while you two were out," he said with a grin to big for his face.
"Ew. I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," Sophie said as she scrunched her nose and shuttered. "I'm going to go upstairs and wash that image out of my head," she said as she turned on her heal and receded up the dark staircase.
"You can't ignore it; it's this thing called love, and when people are in love they do lovely things!" Jack whispered up after her.
"Shut up, Jack!" she whispered back down.
Jack gripped his stomach and snickered a quiet laugh, but Jamie was a bit preoccupied by other thoughts; one word in particular, actually: love. "Lovely things, huh?" he repeated.
Jack shrugged. "I imagine so. I imagine they're the best things," he said.
"Things like kisses?"
"Yeah I suspect there are lots of kisses."
"Things like gentle embraces, and cold nights spent in each other's arms?"
"Sounds like lovely things to me."
There was a pause as Jamie gripped the door, knuckles turning white from the pressure. Jack looked as though he had a thought on his mind. He stared at Jamie so intently. "I want to experience those things with you, Jack," Jamie said before the other could open his mouth. Jamie felt so stupid that he had blurted something out like that, but there was no sense in taking his words back. It wasn't like he could just inhale and then his words be gone.
"I think that's the best idea of all."
Jamie was so shocked; he almost fell off of his feet. It was hard not to dance and spin around like a love sick puppy. He had to remain composed. He coughed for the sake of having something to do. His head was spinning and his heart was pounding; he looked up to Jack. "Do you want to come in?" he asked. "You don't have to stand out there."
Glad for the invite, Jack stepped inside, setting his staff by the door. He had never seen the rest of Jamie's house before, only his room. Jamie realized this and showed him around. Off to the right was the kitchen, and up the stairs were the rooms. And down the hall was the study and the bathroom; and to the left of the entry way, was the family room.
Jack followed Jamie, both speaking quietly to each other so as to not disturb anyone else in the house. They ended up on the couch before the Christmas tree which was still on and shining softly by the front window. Jamie sat away from Jack at a respectable distance. "I had so much fun tonight. You always know the best things to show me. I'm sure Sophie enjoyed it too," he said.
"I'm glad. Consider it my Christmas gift to you," he said. "Merry Christmas, Jamie."
Jamie's heart leapt; he was leaning forward without realizing it. His heart was in his throat, but he found that Jack was leaning forward too. Their foreheads touched just for a moment before their lips came together.
It seemed that each kiss was different and unique in its own way. Jack had gotten used to how their mouths moved as he deepened the kiss, flicking his cool tongue across Jamie's lips and sliding it along inside of his mouth. Jamie shuttered. There was so much to register, but his brain moved sluggishly in that moment. He was so curious and his hands couldn't help themselves. He reached out and grasped at the spirit before him, placing his hands on his hips and brushing his fingers across the fabric of his sweatshirt. They continued on like that, there on the couch, kissing and holding each other close. Jack's hands pressed on the tops of Jamie's thighs while Jamie's hands slipped below the hem of his shirt to touch along his chilled skin.
It was like electricity against Jamie's fingers; he loved he feel of such cool flesh. He wanted to press up against it, wanted to feel it against his lips and cheek. He hummed and Jack smiled as he gripped him below the thighs and pulled him into his lap. They broke their kiss to breath; Jamie was lightheaded he brought his fingers up from Jack's waist and pulled them through Jack's hair, smiling as it brushed against his chin.
There was a cough and both boys flinched. Jack was very hard to sneak up, but when he was distracted with Jamie in his lap, well, then anything could sneak up on him. He was so startled that he gripped tight onto Jamie and rose in the air. Jamie whirled around, looking for the source of the noise. It didn't come from upstairs, but from the fireplace. He peered into the darkness, squinting and trying to see.
There by the dimming light of the fireplace, stood an elf. Jamie didn't know how long he had been standing there. He cleared his throat and held up a slip of paper with glittery, silver writing.
"What are you doing here?!" Jack hissed as he lowered back down and set Jamie back on the couch.
"North requests your presses at the North Pole. Immediately," the little elf squeaked.
"Jack, did you take anything of North's? Like more snow globes?" Jamie asked as he watched.
Jack turned. "No!..."He turned away and muttered something. "Yes," he said as his shoulders sagged.
The elf wiggled his nose and the fire crackled to life, glowing bright with green and red.
"Jaack," Jamie whined. To think they could have had a lovely night doing those lovely things they had spoken about. "You better go and return them," he said as he crossed his arms, his heart aching just a little for the fact that Jack would have to leave.
The elf turned and hopped into the fire, and there was a moment were Jack turned and looked back at him with an expression of frustration. "I'm sorry," he murmured as he stepped backwards into the fire and disappeared with a pop and a crackle.