#frankxdelta

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The news that Frank Skellington was sitting on a bike rack outside of the school, smoking on the grounds, spread pretty quickly. It was soon in every hallway. Each classroom. Who could he possibly be here for? There were looks towards the ‘witch’ table considering, well, witches. But even Figaro wasn’t gonna rise to any bait with rumors about that one. Frank and Delta were on the no-go zone when it came to the fun and games like that. But it had Leo sweating a little bit. Who else could it have been for, after that visit with Bastien? He’d been feeling good when he rolled up on the long board, he had a fucking great weekend. Marcie was a cocktease but she got her voyeur side out when they got Prince Charming to give him a blowie in the scullery of the castle.

So at lunch, he would just face the bullet and walk out through the front doors. He’d look over at Frank’s eyes to make sure and that nod - that nod felt like a death sentence. But then he thought - I couldn’t even do it, mate. I didn’t do nothing. So he walked on up and sat down next to Frank. Unlike when he usually made visits in public, he didn’t hand over the cigarette that was making his lungs black. He didn’t offer it. He just looked at Leo like ... out with it.

And the weekend came back. And Frank actually jumped up when he saw Maddy’s body, in her little bra and panty set, looking so willing - was just about to reach for this fucker’s neck and thinking of throwing Maddy to Delta - then he saw the lack of scars. He picked up on the rest. What in the fuck?

Magic.

It was all magic.

None of it was real.

He got Leo to go through the memories slower in his mind. All visual. Not hide a damn thing. Okay, fast forward the Lizzie McGuire, he didn’t give a shit about that, but -

“Go straight home after school, stay there.” He grunted. “You’re a sick fucking puppy, Ronno.”

And would give him a shove so the meathead fell backwards against the grass, groaning in pain.

This wasn’t a text message conversation. This was him driving back home, going straight to Delta and relating it all first. The two-headed dragon needed to know everything before they went and told Bastien. He shared all that he had to give. The oh-so-sickly-touching speech before they left that video. Even the push at the end. She could decide whether to come down with him or not but he was going to deliver the news in person.

Down the stairs. Interrupt whatever the couple had going on. Nothing too intimate. He’d motion for Bastien to follow him to a more private, dark spot.

“Show - or tell?”

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Frank and Bastien would be delightfully late to the party. It just seemed easier to jump straight into the party if everyone was already at the bar, so he would give the time as a bit earlier than he and Bas were planning on showing up. He asked Delta for one of the fay guys to stand outside and be the bouncer with a  list of people allowed inside, no strangers, no stragglers. No one was going to ruin this for Bastien. Hugo and Victor were on the list, as well as Laverne - the only female name on there, apart from the strippers which weren’t going to show up until things were a bit more ... livened up.

The ‘leprechaun’ was working the bar, getting drinks, putting out dishes of chips and peanuts and all that though Frank didn’t want anyone to be too filled up. It was going to be drunken debauchery, after all. No real food to help soak up the alcohol in people’s stomach. Just enough for if someone got the munchies, there it was.

Music playing through the jukebox, people free to make requests, beer in abundance. People shouldn’t be bored before the groom and the best man got there.

Clopin was going to be there, full on Reaper. Black, black, black. Feeling like a kind of cat burglar but he was here to get his drink on. Iain too, though he didn’t feel like he knew Bastien all too well. He was looking forward to taking the chance though. Had his parents on babysitting duty again, but he was pumped up and ready to stay out all night. First bachelor party. It was gonna be one for the books.

Frank finished getting dressed for the occasion. Super casual. His usual darkness. Fresh shaved face. He was reluctant to leave Delta with all that was going on but it was for Hunch.

And she was on the list, so she could come by if she got lonely.

Before leaving, he’d pick her up off the ground like a child, hands under arm pits, liffter-oo and gave her a kiss before throwing her down on the bed with a chuckle. “Don’t wait up.”

He told Bastien to meet him at the car. He got there first. Got in. Pressed the lighter out of habit more than anything, even if he had no one to burn him. Dangled a cigarette between his lips. And waited to see what would happen first, the lighter popping out or Bastien coming out.

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Frank and Sally did show up. But in a rather unexpected way. Since they had given the car back to the neighbor, and a buses didn’t go very close by to the Laveau residence because of how out of the way it was, they had to go by bike. And since Sally didn’t trust her legs not to fall off and get caught in the wheels, she scooched herself into a basket that she usually used for the grocery shopping, which was attached to the handlebars of the bike. Frank was the one that was doing all of the peddling, his knees coming up and hitting his elbows constantly. And it didn’t help that his mother made him wear a dorky red helmet for safety, while donning one herself.

But they would make it there.

Just a little more bruised than he had been when he left.

The estate of the Laveaus was huge, but the main driveway made a good enough path up to the house. Sally was in awe of everything, looking at the trees, looking at the cars, looking at the exterior of the house and all that came with it. All of the decoration. She was growing inspired just looking at it.

“Wow,” She said, but Frank wasn’t one to grow distracted easily. He took off the stupid helmet, put it in the basket and went to the front door. He knocked once, and then a second time, in case the first wasn’t heard.

Another doorframe he was almost the size of, he noticed.

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Frank @ Delta

Frank: Planning a bachelor party.

Frank: This is weird.

Frank: Male and female strippers you think?

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Frank @ Delta

Frank: I'm drunk at this human bar and all I can thikn about is your ass.

Frank: Hi.

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Mothers Day with Sally

After weeks of radio silence, the last thing that Sally was expecting was any sort of Mother’s Day visit from Delta or Frank. She had thought this was going to be her first one alone. She sat on the couch, looking out the window as she sewed on her pinky finger which had come loose during the night, thinking about the last one that she had with Frank. He had brought her flowers that he had picked from someone else’s garden, and chocolates - not dollar store ones either. But department store ones. At least, she hoped he had bought them. It was hard to tell with that boy, but she overlooked that, never asking questions, instead bursting into tears at how good and thoughtful her son was.

So when the sleek red car pulled up and parked in front of her house, she was expecting a flashy reporter or someone else come to bother her about the video that was uploaded about Boogie and her son, or how Frank had come back to life after such a long time being dead. She locked the door against those intruders. But to see her son, and that familiar head of curls come out of it and walk up to her front door made her throw it open with surprise and glee.

The first person that she hugged was her son, of course, her baby boy. She wasn’t expecting anything back - he had arrived back from the dead a changed man, everyone had been able to see that. But what she did get what a light pat on the back, and a kiss on the top of the head, like old times. When she finally released him, she looked over to Delta, arms still open. “Oh honey,” She said, a smile on her face, tears already welling up. “Come here.”

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It was a damn good thing that Sally was in the kitchen, working on putting together a cake, when Delta came through the front door. Because she looked a mess. Like she just got into a fight - and Frank wouldn’t put it past her. He was sitting on the couch, the mattress having gone back into Sally’s room for the night, and was going through printouts that he got from the library about all sorts of things. He was trying to make sense of what was going on. He looked up when he heard the door close, and that’s when he noticed her.

He motioned his head towards his bedroom sharply. Even though Delta was still getting used to the whole Sally thing, she probably knew well enough not to let her see her like this. He got up and followed her while Sally was doing the icing, humming. “Welcome home!” Sally said, not looking over her shoulder, but just focused on the icing.

Frank got up from the couch, and either followed or lead Delta to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. “What the fuck happened?” He asked, taking in the state of her. It was hard not to get concerned, and jump into bodyguard mode, seeing her like that. “Was it your dad?”

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Surprise

Once upon a time, a boy sat next to a girl on a bus. And that - that lead to so many life changing moments in all of New Orleans. It really did have a snowball effect that no one could have anticipated. Sally finally met a man who treated her right. Victor had created his own Frankenstein monster. Bastien and Maddy had a safe place to live. Would any of these things have happened if Delta didn’t lick his face, attracting his full attention? Impossible to say.

But it hadn’t been entirely fun and games. They’d both gotten hurt along the way. They both fucking died along the way. Even that first day, there had been that ignorant cop, the one that had grabbed at her wrist. The bruises had still been there two weeks later. Faint. But there. And no, Frank had not forgotten about that despite it happening over a year ago. He was never going to forget who hurt her, even before he loved her.

So what a wonderful surprise when he had gone into the city on his weekly cigarette shopping trip, getting ten packs at a time because not only was he as tall as a chimney, he often smoked like one too, he had seen that face. He had seen the recognition on it from that day when the ex-cop looked up to Frank’s face. When he fled the store. And Frank followed at a leisurely pace like a killer from a movie, beat him senseless inside of a tunnel, carried him like a duffle bag into the car and drove on home, whistling and smoking along the way.

The dungeons were in use, obviously. And with the married couple being so happy and elated from Declan’s death, well, interrupting would be rude. Frank was not a rude boy. Even with a person that he had intended to kill whimpering under him, he was not rude. So he brought the man to the tower instead, and used his back to block the door. Let him run around scared like a hamster realizing it was trapped before he found the blackest spot in the room to hide, to whimper inside. Fear. Frank was becoming more familiar with it from other people rather than in himself. The anxiety-ridden thoughts of Maddy. The fear that Bastien had felt when it was discovered she was missing the second time. And now this.

As he texted Delta, he’d pick up the man after letting him simper and would bring him towards the light, right into the middle of the room. “Sit,” He’d say, distracted with one hand, texting. “Stay.”

And when his other half, came inside, he would start the interactions. “Former Officer Jones of the New Orleans Police Department. The fucker who grabbed who when we first met,” He said, calmly. “He was fired by Maddy Mouse’s dad for his sexism in the workplace. His wife left him. He now lives at home, and makes a living stealing his mother’s welfare checks.” Normally he would speak inside of Delta’s mind, not give their victim a chance to hear his voice. But he wanted this guy to know that Frank knew. “No chance of rehabilitation. So I thought we could make a weekend of it.”