Mabel Pines

Finally finished with his classes for the day, Hercules was on his way home. He had a rugby practice later in the evening, but right now he needed to get some water and a snack. As he was rounding the corner, he felt something soft hit his shoulder. He looked down and saw a squishy little animal on the floor. Confused, he picked it up and squished it. Then, he looked around and saw Mabel.

“Is this yours?” he asked as he held up the little toy.

Originally posted by thecwriverdale

Mabel was more than pleased to see the tall drink of water that was hit by her toy. It was almost like the greatest pick up line ever, just without words. Though, it was going to lead to them. Running over to him she lightly rubbed at his arm. “Oh gosh, what? mine? No! Never - why would I want to throw something at you. Though. I’ll hold on to it...” She started plucking the squishie from his hand with a grin. “You know, so I can return it to whoever did throw something at you. It didn’t hurt you did it? Cause if so... we’d probably have to hold hands to make it feel better.” 

“You don’t want it,” he said as he turned away. “It’s okay. Not everyone does. I can find someone else. Don’t worry.”

Originally posted by theandybiersackimaginewriter

“No! I want it.” Reaching out she grabbed his forearm. “Hello, royalty - Queen and stuff, show me.” 

“With all due respect,” he let her chin go, “Olive Garden is not a part of the vampire experience.” Jack’s patience was waning. “That is if you still want to experience it.”

Originally posted by therealeveblack

“Oh the vampire experience.” She let out nodding. “Right, right of course. Because you can’t have garlic! The whole place is swimming with that. Then were exactly can we go? Of course I do! This is like going to Disney World, but more edgy.. I’m edgy.” Mabel bent her knee up and pointed to it. “Look at that knee edge.” 

“I don’t think you would like living off blood for the rest of your life.” Jack stated in order to deter her from want to become a vampire. “Mabel,” he hooked a finger underneath her chin and tilted her face toward his, “Where would you like to go, my queen?”

Originally posted by p4bl3l1-09

“Well once you’re turned does it taste good? I mean maybe if I close myself I can just tell myself it’s tomato soup, or strawberry jelly. Those are both lovely. Not together, well.. actually. I’ve never tried that, have you? Maybe I should. You never know what taste good till you try it!” She laughed, instantly shutting up when her face was tipped up. “Well... As your queen.” She grinned. “Wait.. am I queen of the pumpkins? can’t I be like.. queen of .. unicorns? Or glitter? Glitter would be nice. Or just the world.” She grinned with a small smirk. “Hm? Well... I could kill someone for some Olive Garden bread-sticks.” 

“You know what also helps create those things? Immortality.” Jack said unamusingly. She was really annoying. Jack though the Trick ‘O Trio was the worst until he met Mabel. He’d rather be stuck with them than be cooped up with her. Hands down. “I’m taking you to my room. Which is like yours. I can’t talk to bats. And I sleep in a bed. Another thing you also have.”

Originally posted by blue-rebel-army

“Well .. immortality sounds kinda cool. I mean you can live through so many fashion trends, and music, and the chance to see everything and anything really! Maybe I should just be a vampire. Mabel ruling the world... Forever!” She grinned happily clapping her hands to the simple thought of that. Stopping she looked up at him. “Hold it right there buddy-roo. You have to take a girl out to dinner before dragging me up to your room you know!” 

“I guarantee you that I will not find it comical in the least bit. And you won’t find the reaction to it as such, either,” he smiled sweetly along with his threat. The darker side had little time for childish behavior. The sweetness would laugh it off even if it was annoying and inconvenient.

He offered her a hand, “this might be something we want to do elsewhere. The openness makes for interruptions. I want you to fully enjoy the experience.”

Originally posted by myvainsoul

Tilting her head she looked up towards him. “Well then what is the point of anything if you can’t find at least something to make it comical? Laughing is the key to a warm soul, and a good long life. Not to mention abs of steel! I have the best stomach.. ha. ha.” she said as she reached down to poke her little fluff. A small smile pulling on her lips. Looking towards his hand she grinned. “Of course you wanna hold my hand you little pumpkin. 

Taking his hand she didn’t really see much wrong with the choice she had made. “Well, well well - let’s get going! Are you taking me to your cave? Can you talk to bats? Wait! Do I get to see you coffin?” 

“I would prefer it if you didn’t,” he said in reply to her glitter comment. He didn’t doubt her ability to make him sparkle. Mabel was known for her excessive glitter and sparkle. She left a trail wherever she went.

“My pumpkin king status predates my vampiric lifestyle. I can show you why I’m the best. I’m sure you would like it. I mean if you are a fan of that Cullen boy, you would probably even love it.” Jack gave Mabel his most charming smile as he waited for her reply.

Originally posted by opaquesoul

“well sometimes the glitter bombs just have a mind of their own, you know poof and there you go. Glitter party for everyone. Besides, you’re a vampire, it’d be funny because .. ha.. ha.. twilight.” she grinned a little to herself. Mabel made no promises on where she threw her glitter around. 

“The best?” she asked raising a brow. “I’m not really sure how you beat Sparkly... unless you have a magical unicorn land, but go for it, Vampy.” 

“Vampires don’t sparkle,” Jack’s tone was dry. He hated twilight. It gave no-maj the wrong impression of what vampires were. Clearly, witches needed to learn more about his mind, too. “But I am the best vampire you’ll ever meet.” Oh, the sweetness thought, you’re so humble.

Originally posted by blue-rebel-army

“I can change that.” She grinned already thinking about how many glitter bombs she had made under here bed waiting for the perfect timing. “What makes you the best one? Is it because you’re a king of pumpkins?”” 

“Little orange things?” He asked with a brow raised. “I wouldn’t call them that but yes. And my throne isn’t made of pumpkins.” Jack listened to the young witch make a mockery of his favorite time of year. “A part of my duties is to plan the Samhain festivities in my village each year. It’s been my honor for roughly one hundred eighty-four years, being a vampire and all.”

Originally posted by andy-babe-sack

“Yes, little orange things. Some are little, orange, and everything is a thing thang. So little orange things, duh.” She started with her famous laugh. Lifting her brows she let out a low gasp. “You’re so... OLD” she called out shaking her head. “Vampires.... do you sparkle?” She asked holding in a giggle. “Because vampires that sparkle, are probably the best. Who doesn’t want to sparkle all the time?” 

Jack grimaced at the amount of glitter she had. He didn’t think of Queen when he saw her with her excessive amount of glitter; hoarder seemed to fit a lot better. Then there was the question of what an otter pop was. Both Jacks thought it might be a popsicle made of otter blood. But why would Mabel be the queen of them? But he was going to toy with her and that was inconsequential. “Are you aware I’m a King?” Dark Jack felt like boasting his title. “Pumpkin King, to be precise." 

Mabel raised a brow and leaned back looking up at him. “Oh, really? And what kind of ki- wait, a pumpkin king? Like the little orange things? Well that’s certainly something new. Do you have a thrown made of them?  Because that would be awesome! You could use the goop and the slime as weapons. Throw that at someone... coat the ground with it.. oo, so many possibilities. I should make a list of this for next Halloween..” She stated more to herself than really giving thought that Jack was some sort of King.