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                                                                Jack Frost x Reader. 'Inner thoughts.' (h/L)= Hair Lenght (h/C)= Hair Color You sat in the rollie chair at your desk that was placed by the only window in your room with your blue jean cladded legs criss crossed. The afternoon sun making the winter's snow look like millions of vibrant diamonds. A few rays of the sun snaked its way through the branches and icicles on the old oak tree right outside said window, casting strange, curved and pointed shadows that slightly swayed in the gentle breeze all around your room. Your right arm propped up you head as your left repeatedly ta

A/N: So sorry for the delay, but I had the brain dead sickness for a while. Anyhoo, this chapter we don't see you in, you are mentioned though. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Bunnymund’s POV~ “Who is this Mormo?” North asked no one in particular thinking. The five exchange glances as Sandy silently exclaims behind everyone. “What is it Sandy slow down.” North said as everyone turned to the small gold man. Sandy tries to depict some scene above his head. But North couldn’t quite understand. “You want us to see Mother Nature.” Bunnymund translated. Sandy nodded vigorously. “So Mother Nature knows somet

Another scream echoed across the white snow, soon to be corrupted by darkness that seeped into its pure skin and polluted it, turning its glimmer and shine into a sea of ebony. Nightmares streamed across the snow, their hooves beating it savagely, sending clouds of snow into the air behind them as they stormed towards their target, saffron orbs set on the girl held in the arms of the newest Guardian, flying up towards the clouds. "Frost..." A voice echoed through the fearlings, the distaste in its tone clear as night and day. The boy's involvement was not something the bringer of fear appreciated, and he would not forgive the winter spirit f

(This story takes place before Jack fell in to the lake, before he became Jack Frost.)    The winter air outside was cold and crisp, not making your job any easier. Your mother had asked you to feed the chickens this morning- or at least the chickens that were left. The harsh winter had taken many of their lives and the eggs that fed your family with them. Three little clucking chickens that were huddled in their pen came close as you spread out the feed out in front of them. They pecked at it quickly while you looked around.    It was a quiet little village with dirt paths covered in horseshoe prints and log houses. A few people were out

December 5th, Burgess "Anything yet?" You peeked from under your arms and looked at the boy sitting on the floor of your room. Your eyes followed the tennis ball he had been playing with for a while, watching it hit the floor and the wall before landing on Jamie's hand, the cycle repeating itself over and over with a steady rhythm. Your head hit the desk softly after a minute of silence, "Nope. You?" The bouncing noise stopped, the muffled 'thump' of someone landing on your bed reaching you short afterwards "I think I'm actually going with Sophie's idea…" You looked up at your cousin, leaning back on your chair and stretching your back (h

Your eyes fly open from what must have been a fit of slumber. Had you just been sleeping? You survey your surroundings and realize that you are still in your room on your bed. Did you just have a horrible dream? A dream that your mother came to tell you that your best friend Jack had died ... You consider the possibility but then realize how badly your eyes and head hurt. But it is not like the throbbing hurt of a headache ... no ... you quickly recognize the discomfort as something that occurs after you cry. You had been crying ... very hard. Realization and reality kick in, drowning you in a feeling of hopelessness. Jack really is dead. Te

 ______ Name/last name/nickname. "J-Jack, what are you talking about? Are you saying that you saw me in a dream or something?" You got really stunned and shocked after he said that, you tightened the grip of your flashlight. "No...At that year, I saw a little girl getting hit by a car....I-I thought she died since there was so much blood and everything." "What? Why didn't you do anything then-" "I did! I...I tried." He explained to you everything he saw and did at that time. He was watching you while you went home, he wanted to make sure you would come home safe and not get hurt. At times he walked beside you talking, other times he would f