The Tattoo Guy (MCR FIC)

Halloween Edition Part 3 (Final)

*A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN (Although it's a little late, but in my world it's always Halloween, also happy birthday to Frank (and myself)!.. also just like to say dont forget to hop over to That Tattoo Guy which is the sequel to this story as coming up will be what happens after the end of this part! -Love, MFK/Bee

Part 3

Age 22

 "Are you sure we look okay?" He asks one last time patting down the cloth over his body, it's almost as if he's soothing himself but from this view he it just brings to attention his coloured hands against the crisp whiteness of his shirt.

"Babe, you look fine, no one can judge if we are twinsies in this." I shrug.

It had been our joint idea of what to be this Halloween. I wanted to be Alexander from A Clockwork Orange and he wanted to be a ghost which meant he covered himself in a sheet with cut out eyes. But I wouldn't allow that, it was an important family occasion and I wanted to look the part, although Ivy had decided to go against the norm and wear the complete opposite in all black. We could pass for chess pieces, a zebra, and salt and pepper... Who knew, after all Frank was in it for the candy. I was in it for the dressing up.

"Do you have the map?" I ask Frank as I begin searching to find acceptable bags to carry the candy in.

"Yup. Now I think we should have been pirates.” He sounds disappointed as he unravels the scroll he and Ivy had made after school by plotting every good looking house that had the 'jackpot' criteria of the most candy given away.

"Awh-rg." I pout as I come up behind him as he slouches over the map on the table, my hands travel up his pure white shirt from his hips to his chest as I rest my chin on his shoulder. I give him my best pirate impression whilst a small part of me savours the idea for next year.

He was the perfect ghost although in his white ensemble he looked innocently gorgeous making me want to get it a little dirty at least. He catches my hands pulling them around us and we hold each other together almost every part of us touching even our hearts begin to beat in sync.

"Ivy sure takes her time, does she need our help?" He asks turning in my arms and we just stand in the hallway waiting together like a fixed puzzle piece waiting for it to be completed as we stare into each other’s eyes.

"Baby girl, do you need help?" I call up the stairs, I could hear her bashing around so much you'd think she was filing her own teeth to fit the costume.

"No! Don't spoil the surprise!" She says sticking her head from her bedroom door in a bossy manner.

"I wonder where she gets it from." I say to Frank raising my eyebrow at him, knowing it took him twice as long to get ready because of him wanting to feel and look the part getting in ‘ghost mode’. We both hadn't been trick or treating since we were kids but this year Ivy finally could appreciate it and we all decided to take her to experience it the first time as a family.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smirks at me coyly and links his arm around my neck twirling the soft baby curl black hair at the base of my neck. In response I run my hands up his shirt, he jumps at the coldness as I trace the patterns of the tattoos I know off by heart that decorate his skin so delicately. “This is the first year I’ve not been a Frankenstein for Halloween. Even the kids get me to dress up.” He sighs and I love how he just relaxes into me as I let off a little chuckle.

“Aren’t you a little old to be dressing up a monsters in your spare time?”  I tease him knowing being a ‘Frank’ is one of the things he loves because of the character.

“Aren’t you a little old to be wearing pants so tight?” Frank replies with a poke of the tongue which causes a fit of giggles to erupt from my chest as he swats at my arm.

“Hey! I’m coming down now!” Ivy calls from upstairs and we snap our attention to where she’s makes her decent. In a little bat costume! So cute! She even has little red wings and point ears. “Du dah!” she says and jumps off the middle step into my arms as I shift to fit her weight, gees she’s getting heavy for a 4 year old.

“Look at you my little neck biter!” I chuckle as I blow a raspberry into her neck making her squirm till I put her down.

“Can we go now?” she tugs at my sleeve, Frank comes from the kitchen with the candy bags that he’s drawn cool little motifs on.

“Here we go little miss batty, and for you mister ghost man.” He says handing Ivy a white pillowcase with a bat design copied on the front with her name, and hands me one with a vampire drawn with my name coming from his mouth, whilst Frank of course has his own one with a perfect Frankenstein on the front. I roll my eyes and look down at Ivy beaming up at Frank but eyes flickering towards the door.

“Aquabats let’s go!” Ivy tugs at own hands but I have to pull her back making her excitement simmer down.

“Haven’t you got something you need to do with Frankie, sweetie?” I nod at her and reminder of the little thing she planned for him before it finally clicks and her eyes gleam with excitement before tugging him into the living room and plonking him on the couch.

She runs out the room yelling to wait a minute but returns seconds later letting her cape fly out from behind her and her pale cheeks to flush over in a blush. “Here we go.” She snuggles up on the couch giving him the little parcel wrapped in black and red paper. With wide eyes from both of them they scrabble together to unwrap the many layers before it uncovers a picture frame, inside a photograph from my birthday in that April as we sat huddled on the porch steps, Ivy on my lap whilst Frank and I kiss her cheeks from both sides in black and white. It was a perfect little photograph that didn’t look posed or too set up, it was natural and pure.

“Happy Birthday Daddy Frankie.” Ivy stares up at him with her big espresso eyes and Frank looks taken aback, he reflects her expression looking back with mossy green orbs shining from an unshed tear. I hadn’t told her to call him that, I didn’t know how he felt about it but I could see that he would do anything for her even going to the moon and back to lasso the stars wherever she may go.

“Oh baby girl, thank you.” He beams and pulls her onto his lap cradling her to him as she snuggles against his neck as he picks her up on his hip.

“Now let’s go stuff ourselves with candy till we pop.” He giggles and heads for the door as I blast off the camera taking pictures where I can.

“You mean puke!” I chip in as I come grab his hand and place a sweet kiss to both their temples.

With knowing looks they turn to each other letting out a loud giggly ‘EEWWWW!’ as we lock up or little haunted mansion for the night.