This little drabble is dedicated to CrystiallicSky, I have read all of her works so far and the little drabbles she does made me want to make one also. So this is for you and anyone else that is a Chack fan! Enjoy.

The Nightmare Before Christmas

"Spicer, what are you watching?" Chase inquired as he walked into the young albino's lounge. From what he could tell it was about the western holiday of Halloween but at the same time Christmas. It was making Chase confused. Not that he would admit that.

"Huh? Oh Hey Chase! It's called 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'. It's like, my favourite film!" Jack grinned addressing the warlord, although his eyes never left the television screen and humming to the songs that were played.

"Is it not a children's film, Jack?"

"Yeah, so? It's a classic! Nothing beats childhood movies!"

"Still admitting to your childish ways then?"

Chase smirked evilly, however it had left when Jack gave no response. Jack was so engrossed into this film, it was borderline ridiculous. What was so special about this particular film anyway?

What's this?

What's this?

There's colour everywhere

What's this?

There's white things in the air

What's this?

I can't believe my eyes

I must be dreaming

Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair

What's this?

Chase watched amusedly at Jack, singing along. The character was also called Jack, fitting really, both white skinned, curious by nature, if the song was anything to go by. Both were annoying, Chase smirked as he thought this; Jack was still enthralled with the movie.

"I love this song! It's so catchy! No matter if you've only listened to it once or a hundred times… it will stick in your head!" Jack giggled as the song finished. Chase rolled his eyes at the boy's enthusiasm. Regardless of the boy being his and he was not going to change that, sometimes things will not change and that was the easy task of getting on Chase's nerves. Chase removed himself from the room and with confident strides; he entered into the kitchen for a snack.

"What's this? What's this?" Chase found himself saying, he cringed as his mouth moved without his permission. Chase growled. How dare that boy. The song was annoying. He shook his head and decided that an apple would suffice for a snack for the time being.

He heard Jack pause the film then walk into the kitchen rather hesitantly.

"Jack?" Chase had spoken, wondering why the boy was being cautious. Chase was about to comment further on Jack actions when said albino burst into a fit of giggles.

"You were humming the song!"

Chase sighed, Jack was right. It was catchy, but he was sure as hell wasn't going to tell Jack that. After Jack had composed himself, he looked up at his draconic lover's ember eyes.

"If you watch the rest of the film with me then I will engage in something you want…" The warlord watched as the redhead's expression turned into that of a lustful one, Chase smirked.

"Alright, but you say anything-"

"Not a word."

The Lion King

Chase watched in amusement as he watched Jack, who was cuddled up to his side, trying not to cry at a certain point of the movie.

Dad?

DAD!

….

Dad?

….

You gotta get up…

We gotta go home...

"Simba…" He heard Jack whimper. It took everything in him not to laugh at the albino; it was a film, a cartoon one at that.

Although Chase did not like it when his lover was crying, it usually sent him in a territorial and dominative state. To try and make his lover smile, that and destroy whatever had made his Jack cry.

But in this one instant, Chase was finding it hard to even keep a straight face.

"Jack," It was a wonder he didn't out right laugh. "You do realise this is just a movie, and how many times have you seen this?"

"It's not the goddamn point! No matter how many times I see it I always cry at watching Simba lose Mufasa. It's a sad part! Stop laughing Chase! I'm serious!"

Chase stopped laughing at his lover's expense.

"Forgive me, xin ai, but I just don't see how it affects you." Jack looked up at him and with all seriousness.

"Okay then, what was the first thing you did when your mother died?" Chase raised an eyebrow at the youth.

"I felt relieved as she was abusive, and as for my father, he was never around. So please another example…" Chase grinned as Jack looked at him stunned.

"No wonder you wanted to be Heylin, even if you were tricked by Bean, you'd eventually turn anyway."

Changing the subject, Chase looked back to the screen.

Simba…what have you done?

"I like Scar, gets the job done."

"Oh trust you…"

"Some would think that you weren't evil Spicer."

"Some would think you didn't understand a freakin' movie."

"Touché."

The Corpse Bride

Jack Spicer, heir to quite a poor family, whose parents were pushy. They were making him marry a girl he didn't even know. What was her name again? Wuya? Jack sighed, all he wanted was to make things, and he was already a good mechanic, helping the higher ups of the town.

Jack looked outside his bedroom window, watching the grey clouds, how dismal they looked as much as Jack felt. He felt the cool breeze of the air as he reached to pull the window shut.

"Jack, dear, it's time to go." Jack had no choice.

"Coming, Mother." Jack didn't want to marry someone he didn't know, his family didn't really care for his wellbeing any way. It was a surprise that they had found some to marry him, with his fair as snow skin, his ruby eyes and auburn hair. He was practically a freak in people's eyes. Sighing he set off for this marriage proposal that he was supposed to be doing.

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Jack ran, for his life. Ashamed for not being able to say the wedding vows correctly, it was embarrassing. What did his parents think, his fiancé, her parents?

How hard was it to propose any way?

Jack stopped and found himself in the woods not far from the town, just over the bridge. Jack sighed, he couldn't believe how he had stumbled, and stuttered. He had totally ruined his chance to save his family.

Jack slouched on to a log feeling sorry for himself. How much of an idiot did he make himself to be? How much more can he be a failure in his family's eyes?

He had to get this right for his family. He reached into his pocket and looked at the ring in the palm of his hand.

Jack stood up confident.

"It's not that hard Jack, you can do this."

"With this hand," he practiced, clearing his throat.

"With this hand, I will lift your sorrows." He held out his hand.

Using the same hand he pretended to have a wine glass. "Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine."

Picking up a thick twig he recited the next line. "With this candle, I will light your way in darkness."

Spotting a branch that was held up in the dirt he saw it resembled a hand.

"With this ring, I ask you to be mine." And he slipped the ring onto the branch.

Jack smiled. See he could do it! Jack's smile had fallen from his face as the wind picked up and crows began squawking as they flew away in the sky. But Jack's face turned grey as he watched the branch with the ring on it, grab on his hand.

Squeaking in fear he tried to wrench the obscenity off him, but instead had pulled something out of the ground with him. A man, a corpse! A man, whose clothes of red silks and satins were ripped, showing his skeletal frame. A man whose skin was as blue as death.

Jack scrambled back as the hand had let go. The body in front of him opened his eyes and looked down at the red head.

"Who are you?" Jack shrieked in fear.

"I am Chase, your husband." The voice that spoke was like velvet and was of Chinese decent. Jack shivered at the sound.

"B-But that's impossible!" Jack realised what Chase had said.

"You had said your vows-"

"What? NO! That was practice." Chase noticed that Jack wasn't really scared of him.

"If they were practice then why were you here in the woods? Why aren't you with your betrothed?"

"I…I don't want to marry her. I don't even like women! My parents are making me. I want to be happy. Marry someone I love."

Chase smiled.

"What is your name, beloved?"

"Jack, Jack Spicer"

"My Jack, I can make you happy. May it be that we have only known each other for a moment; I wish to be set free. We share the same goal. To be happy and find love." Jack smiled back. Looking at the corpse, Jack could see that the man was once of beauty. His long black hair, reaching to his waist, his built was strong and his height was tall. Maybe he could…

"I'll give it a go…"

"Excellent."

"But one thing…" Chase nodded.

"You're dead. And I don't particularly want to commit suicide." Chase nodded and merely said,

"We will deal with that when it comes, my Jack."

The Princess and the Frog

Jack sighed as he straightened his tuxedo that he borrowed; there was no way that he could pay for the laboratory now. He wished it was as easy as wishing on a star, but it through hard work and passion to get what you want. His dad was a brilliant scientist, bless his soul. Always curious about the world about him. He died trying to get somewhere in his life time. Jack wanted to be able to have that same fire as his dad did.

Jack sighed again, he needed more money and more time, but he couldn't. If only there was a way…

Jack walked out on to the balcony of Kieran's home, that lucky bastard was loaded and was spoiled beyond belief. But he was such a great person always there for Jack if he ever needed someone to talk to.

Jack looked up at the sky and saw the great North Star above him, shining brightly. He remembered a bedtime story his father used to tell him, the Princess and the frog. Smiling at the memory, he reached into his tuxedo jacket pulling out the ripped out page of his dream laboratory. He shook his head, and looked around. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He held the page to his chest looked at the star then closed his eyes.

"Please, please, please…" He muttered quietly. Something he remembered as a child. Jack sighed and opened his eyes. In the corner of his eye he saw something green, turning to look there was a frog.

Jack chuckled.

"So I guess you want a kiss?"

"Well if you're offering..."

Jack shrieked. The frog? It spoke! That slimy disgusting amphibian spoke!

"Easy. Calm down, I know this seems bizarre but please listen-" The frog tried to reason in a calm and velvety voice, but Jack was not listening. Jack had ran inside Kieran's room and was scrambling for something. The frog had hopped in after him trying to get the boy to listen. He had hopped up onto the dresser where the boy could see him.

"Please, let me introduce myself, I am Wángzǐ Chase-"

The poor frog was not allowed to finish the sentence as he hopped out of the way by being almost squished with a book.

"Of China?" The frog looked down at the book and then looked up at the albino with wide eyes who had paused in his next assault.

"Prince?"

"Yes yáng yī, I am Prince Chase." Jack shook his head.

"But that's impossible! Who was dancing then with Kieran at the party?"

"I'm afraid he is an imposter. I can assure you that I am the real Prince Chase Young."

Jack sat on the floor flabbergasted.

Chase hopped down from the dresser, and hopped onto the boy's knee.

"I understand that it is a strange and quite the unbelievable story but I assure you that I am not trying to deceive you."

Jack placed the book upon the floor, still gobsmacked that this frog was talking to him. The frog noticed the title of the book.

"I know this story, Qīngwā Wángzǐ. My mother used to read this to me when I was young. Yes this might work, if you kiss me the spell will be broken-"

"And why pray tell am I going to kiss a frog? You are disgustingly slimy-"

"It is mucus, it is natural-" Chase interrupted. Jack glared but carried on anyway.

"And I will not lower myself to do such a …THING!"

"Shame really, I am fabulously wealthy and maybe could perhaps give you a reward for helping me."

Jack's eyes light up for a moment before looking back at the page of the laboratory. He did need more money. He was desperate. Jack sighed, he had to do this didn't he?

"…Okay…but just this once…" Jack finally said. Shuddering at the thought of kissing a frog, he inhaled and leaned down and kissed Chase on the lips.

In a swirl of light something happened, Chase opened up his eyes to see if he had changed, only to find out nothing happened. He frowned but realised that he had made a mistake. Looking over the side of the dresser he saw an empty tuxedo in which was moving. A white frog with red eyes crawled out from the cloth and looked up.

"How did you get up there? Or rather how did I-" Jack stopped and saw that his hands were now slimy appendages. Jack shrieked and fumbled around, yet falling and not steady on being on webbed feet.

"What happened? Why am I a frog? What did you do?"

Chase sighed.

"It seemed that you have lied to me, you are no Prince, and so you have brought this upon yourself." Jack couldn't believe his ears, the arrogance the other frog was portraying.

"How dare you! I could've told you that I wasn't a Prince, I'm only a waiter!"

"A waiter! I cannot believe this! You were dressed in elegant clothing and carried yourself as though you were royalty! You are shameless!" Jack growled at the spoiled Prince's words. But he did not retaliate, he sighed and sat upon the floor in which the Prince had joined him.

"Now what do we do?" Jack asked, feeling that his dream will never come true. Chase also sighed.

"How did you get yourself changed into a frog anyway?"

"I met a woman in the street, she was a voodoo witch and-"

"VOODOO! YOU MESSED WITH THE CRAZY VOODOO LADY! I don't believe this! Wuya is bad news!" Jack shrieked at the Prince.

"You don't say! I was merely curious to what it was about, it is not my-" Chase was not given a chance to complete the sentence as he was pounced on by Jack in a flurry of anger. The two of them had fallen over the balcony from the amount of jumping to get to each other. They had entangled themselves into a balloon from the party and had floated away. Jack and Chase watched as they flew, carried by the wind, away from the party.

"Well this sucks."

"You can say that again…"

They were quiet for a while but Jack had an idea.

"I know I said that voodoo was a bad idea but I know four people who are voodoo witch doctors and a white witch. They are good people, wanting more than happiness and good luck to others. They can help us."

Chase's eyes brightened at the thought.

"We'll be human again, where are they?" Chase said eagerly.

"Just down the bayou."

Puss in Boots

Chase glared at the masked white feline across from him. His black fur bristled and he hissed at the other. Chase brought up sword ready for a battle.

"You are a pain in my side, fight me if you dare."

The other cat merely smirked, his red eyes gleaming in the moonlight, giving off a mischievous glint to them. The snow white feline brought up a sword, perhaps identical to that of his opponent.

In a flash of black and white, the two cats clashed swords. Their movements were fluent and it made it look like a dance. Their arms swinging around them, their paws tightening around their weapons and their tails flicking from side to side.

The masked kitty swiped Chase's sword out of reach. Being the cocky one, he had then turned around and motioned his legs to scrape across the floor towards Chase.

"How dare you use the litter box towards me!" The white kitty merely grinned and waited for an opening to attack the black tom. Growling at his challenger he back flipped away towards his sword to which the masked cat ran after him. Chase barely managed to bring his sword up in time to block his assailant's sword.

The black whiskers twitched in annoyance as Chase pushed off the sword and regained his footing. They circled around each other and Chase smirked, he went in for the kill. Instead of using his sword, Chase used his claws and ripped the fabric off his foe's face. Chase however was not expecting the sheer beauty of this cat.

"I can't believe you would do that!" Came a rather feminine hiss for a male cat. (A/N: Cue the cat who goes "Oooooh!" XD) Chase was astounded by the fellow feline.

"But you are-"

The white feline all but hissed towards Chase.

"Name's Jack."

"Pleased to meet you."

Jack had seen that he was quite attractive, if the amount of admirers around him had explained. He also found the feline in front of him quite attractive. But he was not going to admit that.

"My name is-"

"I know who you are. Chase Young, almighty warrior." Tutting, Jack walked away.

"Will I see you again?" Chase inquired. Jack turned his head.

"Perhaps." Jack then picked up his torn mask, leaped on the rooftops and disappeared. Chase really did want to see this beauty again. No cat, much less a male, had entranced him so much as this Jack did.

Okay so there we have it! I hope it was okay :D

Nightmare before Christmas – This is a flipping classic! You can't beat this film! I love the songs too!
The Lion King – Another classic! No matter how old you get you can never not cry at Simba losing his dad. But also no matter how many times you know it's coming you always laugh at yourself. I know I do XD
Corpse Bride – No comment XD
The Princess and the Frog – I've had this story in my head for a while now. I had to get it out. Wángzǐ practically translates to prince, and so Qīngwā Wángzǐ translates to Frog Prince. Yáng yī translates as young one.
Puss in Boots – This one had me in stitches whilst typing it up! The cat that goes "Oooh!" was constantly in my head! But the principle of the story reminded me of Chase and Jack.

So I hope this is okay for you readers, I may do some more but right now I am stuck…if you would like to see some more chapters on this please send me some film titles in your reviews to give me ideas. Thanks if you do!

Love you guys so much!

Kit x