⋆❊ "Guys night" with Mr. Light ❊⋆
Notes: This thought has been bouncing around my mind ever since that one scene the rest of the Lecroux Krew heard. I'm quite new to the Legends of Avantris fanbase so I hope I am able to write their characters accurately! Granted some of the dialogue will be changed but it will still follow the scene. Hope you guys enjoy this piece :333 Oh btw this is a Frost x Reader but it's not going to be very obvious so uh yah!
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 9, "WHEN THE WAGON'S A ROCKIN'" OF ONCE UPON A WITCHLIGHT!!!
The bugbear said nothing to the two of you when he opened the door, but you swore you heard a quiet, "good luck", being muttered before said door shut behind the two of you, the lock clicking into place; the disrupted silence settles once more.
For such a bright and cheery atmosphere the carriage Mr. Witch and Mr. Light have, the feeling of dread and anxiety does not seem to quell in the slightest at the circumstances why you and Frost have been brought here in the first place, both of you left in the suspense of the empty room.
Frost you could understand, but why you?
You turn to the tabaxi with an eyebrow raised, "Did you really have to ask a question like that?" You were at the time shocked that your usually level-headed companion asked one of the proprietors of the Witchlight Carnival such a horrible question. You didn't want to imagine what would happen if your group manages to get into the bad graces of Mr. Witch and Mr. Light.
You are more worried about Mr. Light though...there's something inexplicable about him that puts you on edge. Was it the way he carried himself? How he acted around the others? How he acted towards you and Frost? It could be a variety of reasons, but there's just something off.
It could also be the Weathervane but you're not sure how plausible that theory would be, since you have no idea how the thing works; all that you know is it's a magical item that aids in keeping the carnival running...
...or maybe it's because he's dressed similarly to that of a clown.
Frost raises a furry eyebrow at you, tilting his head as bright yellow eyes study your expression. It's quiet for a while, the two of you holding unblinking eye contact; until he turns away, ears flicking in mild amusement, "My question was...admittedly a risky question in hindsight, yes." A hand comes up to stroke the fur under his chin as he takes in the room and its intricate details.
He walks over to one of the towering bookshelves on the wall, crammed to the brim with books of all different sizes. Some are big, some are long, some are even smaller than the size of your finger. None of them were regular or normal in appearance however; all were bound in beautiful leathers and textures, with vibrant colors and careful detail—some even looked to be psychically impossible as you spy what seems to be an animated picture of a moving dragon, pacing the spine of it's book in a irritated manner.
Frost's fingers grazes the spines of the books with care, reading the titles as he continues, "I had no idea what compelled me to ask such a question." With a flick of his tail, he turns to face you once more, "I guess you could say I was moreso curious about the nature of the carnival proprietors."
He pauses, contemplation apparent in his eyes, before shrugging and continuing on with the thought, "...Also I'm pretty sure a fae curse had been at play."
"Oh...oh! Why didn't you say so?" You shove your hand into the expansive space of your bag—scuffing up quite a few things of the clutter that were unfortunately in the way of your goal—and pulling back to reveal a handful of the taffies the pixies passed out all over the carnival, smiling in victory as you presented them.
"...When did you acquire so many?"
"When you guys were saying goodbye to Diana."
"The Witchlight hand of the carousel?"
Frost wears a look of exhaustion and disbelief, his ears lowering with his mood as he deadpanned, "You had them this entire time?"
"And you didn't tell us you had them?"
"I uh, kinda forgot I had them?" A nervous chuckle escapes you when the expression of the tabaxi shifted, tail now flicking in annoyance.
Before you could even open your mouth in apology, a polite cough stops the words from forming—both of your heads snapping to the direction of the far end of the carriage, where Mr. Light sat; a look of amusement scrawled all over his painted face.
He was not there a second ago.
"As amusing as this is," He drawls, gesturing with the Weathervane to the seats, eyes never leaving the two of you, "-why don't the two of you sit down?"
Frost is quick to act, shoulders squaring and posture straight as he takes the seat beside Mr. Light, poise sliding right back into place, "Ah, Mr. Light, I apologize for I uh, didn't notice when you arrived."
You take the seat right beside Frost—muttering out a polite "hello"—not quite comfortable being right next to the proprietor. Though these cushions are really comfortable, feels like you're sitting on a cloud...
"Bah, you two have nothing to worry about!" Mr. Light waves his hand in dismissal of the apology, repositioning himself to face the two of you, leaning his head on the top of the Weathervane in support. His still held that amused smile but his eyes...you have no idea what emotion is swirling within them but the sheer intensity of it makes you squirm.
Frost doesn't seem to notice, as he continues, "Thank you for inviting us, Mr. Light. I uh, we, appreciated the hospitality." His eyes are calculating, observing the man before you two, "Ho-how, how could we uh, be of service to you Mr. Light?"
Mr. Light reclines back in his seat, intertwining his fingers together as he assumes an almost relaxed air, but that look in his eyes never did quell, "Well, it's good to see you Frost, Y/N."
"It's good to see you," Frost pauses briefly, a look of embarrassment flashing across his features as his ears lowered, averting his gaze, "-I must first offer you an apology for my performance in the Big Top," Another pause, averting his gaze back to Mr. Light, "-but I should add that my companion here didn't have anything to do with it and certainly should not be here if my actions are being accounted for."
You in Mr. Light stare at Frost with shock, before the latter started to chuckle, light and airy at first, before it delved into loud laughter that bounced off the walls of the carriage. This goes on for a good handful of minutes, until he was doubled-over wheezing and attempting to compose himself with large breathes; Weathervane gripped tightly in hand. You and Frost share a look of confusion, the dread within you only growing bigger as time passes.
Finally, he sits back up—the bells on his hat tinkling quietly with the movement—heavily breathing as he wipes a tear from his eye, "Oh my, I never knew you to be a comedian Frost!" He teases, mouth split wide open into a cheery smile and twinkling eyes. "I...fail to see what is so funny, Mr. Light?" The tabaxi questions, shoulders slumping in his confusion.
He leans forward, Weathervane being used as support, as he questions, "Did you hear the crowd, Frost? The way they cried at the back of my tragedy?"
"He didn't mean to bring any such ill intent with his performance, Mr. Light." You blurt out, steeling yourself and bringing up what little confidence you held, "And he certainly did not mean to bring down the mood of the carnival, it was a simple mistake."
"Tut-tut, I wasn't quite done with my explanation, my dear." He waggles his finger to you—smiling at you with an intense warmth—holding your eye before turning back to Frost, "Did you hear the way they gasped when I showed them what my past was like?"
"...It was very embarrassing for me, that was not my intent-"
"What?" Both you and Frost said at the same time, baffled as the man before you continues.
"The way the audience engaged," He leans back, hand pressed to his chest, "-with such a deep and meaningful moment." He sighs wistfully, letting his hand fall back into his lap, "That's performance, Frost, Y/N, a performance to its core!
That's what the carnival is all about, after all."
You're about to speak once more, but he beats you to the punch, "Do either of you know how the Witchlight Monarch is picked?" He says casually, twirling the Weathervane seamlessly this way and that, looking away from the two of you for the first time.
The two of you stay silent as he continues on, focusing on the Weathervane, "This Vane that I have in my possession..it picks the Monach. It knows exactly who has altered the emotions at this carnival—in a way that needs to be altered—to crown the Witchlight Monarch." He goes silent, no longer is he twirling the Weathervane as his expression shifts to a thoughtful frown.
He looks back to you both, "And...It's leaning heavily between the two of you."
Words have left you, words couldn't even begin to comprehend what you are feeling now; all you could manage was a small, "...really?"
Frost was equally surprised, words evading him for a short minute, "I, we uh, we would like to be the Witchlight Monarch very much, that's...surprises me and delights me."
"Yes, now that I am sitting here with you both and I'm closer to you, I see you are not very charismatic, Frost. I'm quite surprised by the Weathervane's choice." A very unexpected sentence to be said by one of the proprietors. The utter bluntness of Mr. Light and the face that Frost pulled had broke your composure, double-over in your seat laughing your heart out as you desperately try to pull oxygen back into your lungs; only for that progress to be shattered once you looked Frost in the eyes.
Both men stare at your laughing figure, one very amused and the other exasperated, tail thumping against the floorboards.
"Quite bland and monotone, might I add. Y/N does a perfect job of balancing that blandness out."
"I-I don't know if uh, bland is the word I would use-"
"Oh yes, no, but it was my word choice, Frost." Like adding fuel to the fire, your laughter significantly becomes louder at the commentary, so much so that it results in you falling out of your seat—a quiet "oh my" and a tired call of your name following—clutching at your sides to ease the cramps as you become breathless.
You wouldn't mind being in Mr. Light's presence a little longer...
You have no idea if Mr. Light is just being polite or what, but he has to be flirting with the two of you, he has to be!
These last two hours have been spent with a lovely conversation with Mr. Light, eating delectable cupcakes and tarts, showing and preforming acts of magic, solving some puzzles and crosswords and so. Much. Tension has built up in that amount of time! Every few minutes he would make passes at you or Frost, whether that would be to say something flirty. barely concealed to either of you or just do an intimate gesture.
It also doesn't help that in that amount of time, you have all moved and repositioned yourselves to be on both sides of Mr. Light, pressed thigh to thigh.
Frost doesn't seem to be getting it, but you, oh you can only pray to whatever being lends you an ear, you can feel how red and flushed your face is.
As of now, Mr. Light is showing you two a contraption he has made with Mr. Witch, a slender little thing that emits a dot of magical light once activated with a swipe of a finger. A wonderful contraption it is on its own, however what made it better was watching Frost attempt to "catch" said dot, as Mr. Light moves it in various different spots of the carriage; the look of joy very visible in his features.
"This is, *huff*, surprisingly realistic." Frost pants out after he nearly crashed into the wall—ears up in alert, tail enthusiastically thumping along the floorboards, and eyes dilated so large there was only a faint sliver of yellow—rearing himself up once more as he spots the light, much more closer to you and Mr. Light.
"Careful, Mr. Light," You teased, watching the light flick back and forth in a rapid manner, Frost not far after it as he huffs heavily, "We wouldn't want the fun to be over so soon."
"You're right, my dear, let me slow it down for him.."
"Yeah that's the ticket..."
"...Let me speed it up a little, this pace is going to put me to sleep!"
Mr. Light then turns to you, glint shining brightly in his eyes, "Would you like to have a try, my dear?" He asks, gesturing with his Weathervane to the contraption. Curiosity burns bright within you, as you wordlessly reach out for it, and now it's grasped within your hand.
It's light—and slightly warm from Mr. Light's hand and what seems to be the magic underneath its surface —and fits quite nicely in the palm of your hand. A quick sweep of it across the room sends Frost flying into the far wall with a loud THWACK, eliciting a gasp of surprise from both you and Mr. Light, the tabaxi quickly getting up to his feet, stumbling just a bit.
The three of you stare at each other in shock, contraption long forgotten as the silence thickens.
Then, laughter. Loud, joyous, bright laughter fills the carriage—tension slowly melting away from the atmosphere as the sound carries it away. Mr. Light was the first to compose himself, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes as he stands up, amusement and disappointment swirling together to show on his face.
"Well, thank you for your lovely company, but unfortunately it is time for you two to go," He starts, walking over to Frost to do a quick look over to see if any harm or damage has come to him, nodding his head in satisfaction once seeing none, "You're friends are back, and frankly, Mr. Witch and I would like to have a few words with this Kenku before the carnival is over."
Right, part of the reason why you wanted to talk to Mr. Witch and Mr. Light about. Dread worms it way back into your stomach, wriggling and latching onto you as Mr. Light continues, "Bring us the Kenku before the carnival is over, and we'll answer any questions you have."
"Don't you worry, Mr. Light. We'll find this Kenku in no time." Frost says, eyes serious. Hehe, kenku? More like, Kenk-WHO? The giggle is quickly snuffed out once the weight of the situation is bared down on you, straightening yourself out before either men notice.
"Very well then, good luck you two."
The moment you two step out of the carriage, you're met with a...bizarre sight, to say the least. All of them in completely different clothes you last saw them in, sweat (and what seems to be candy on Kremy??) very evident, and all of them with smug faces.
"So," Gideon starts smugly, leaning against Kremy, shirt stretching even more when he crosses his arms, "How was your guys night?"
AHHH I'M SO SORRY IF THE ENDING IS SHIT, I KINDA RUSHED IT A LIL JWNDJHWJHDEHYBD
ANyway I hope you guys enjoyed this!!!! Have a wonderful day :3
