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It’s like he’s never seen a Christmas present before.
He’s standing there, hands now at his sides, staring at the gift like a deer in the headlights.
You hand it to him, but he doesn’t move a muscle.
His gaze shifts from the beautiful packaging to you, his eyes locking on yours.
“You really didn’t have to.”
“Just open it already,” you insist, shoving the present at him. You’re smiling wide. You can’t wait to see his face when he sees what it is.
Behind the excitement lies the small amount of worry that comes with any gift-giving. What if he doesn’t like it? What if it doesn’t fit? What if…?
You push the doubt away as he cautiously takes the gift from you. Giving you a final reprimanding look, he begins to unwrap it.
After the first tear, he seems to throw all reservation into the wind. A huge smile sprawls across his face. He carelessly tosses the scraps to the floor.
You giggle. You’d be that excited over a Christmas present too if you had been alive for almost 300 years and never received and been able to open one.
He takes the top off of the box. Your heart stops. You hold your breath.
His eyes grow large and his eyebrows shoot up, disappearing behind his shaggy bangs. He lifts up the hoodie by its shoulders, the bottom of the box falling to the floor at his feet beside its comrade.
He just stands there for a few seconds, the hoodie hanging before him. He turns it around to get a look at the back, as well. Turning it back around so he’s looking at the front, his lips curl into yet another smile. He opens then closes his mouth multiple times as if wanting to say something, small bursts of laughter escaping him. He glances over at you a couple of times, a gentle twinkle in his eyes.
You begin to breathe again.
He delicately runs the tips of his fingers along the detail stitching, then along the front of the pocket.
He looks back up at you, smirking.
“Quite a way to tell me that I need new clothes,” he comments.
You turn to the side, crossing your arms. “Well, if you don’t like it, I’ll just go return it,” you scoff, secretly knowing that you have no way of returning it to a shop that doesn’t exist anymore. You turn slightly, reaching your hand out to take back the hoodie.
“Hey!” Jack exclaims frantically as he twists his torso, now holding his present defensively to his side, safe from your threatening grasp. “I like it! I like it, all right?!?”
You chuckle, putting your hand back at your side. You see him relax, a soft smile replacing his worried expression.
He whisks you into a hug, the hoodie slung across his forearm. You return the embrace, closing your eyes. You love the feeling of his cool body against yours. His hugs feel like fresh snowflakes falling onto you and burying you in their tender kisses.
“I love it,” he whispers.
Pitch chuckles.
“It seems like our little Jack has gotten himself into a bit of a romance,” he comments to the Nightmare standing beside him. It neighs in response. He strokes his messenger’s sandy mane. It relays all information regarding Jack to him. “Tsk tsk, we can’t have that happen, now can we?”
The Nightmare snorts.
“Hmmm…You’re right,” he says as he strides along the stone pathway, his long black cloak trailing behind him on the floor. A metal globe waits at the end, standing patiently on a circular pedestal. Little golden blips of light dot its copper surface, the number in each area increasing or decreasing along with the concentration of civilization.
He runs the tip of his long, grey finger along the edge of North America. He grins.
“Perhaps we can use this to our advantage.”
He’s standing there, hands now at his sides, staring at the gift like a deer in the headlights.
You hand it to him, but he doesn’t move a muscle.
His gaze shifts from the beautiful packaging to you, his eyes locking on yours.
“You really didn’t have to.”
“Just open it already,” you insist, shoving the present at him. You’re smiling wide. You can’t wait to see his face when he sees what it is.
Behind the excitement lies the small amount of worry that comes with any gift-giving. What if he doesn’t like it? What if it doesn’t fit? What if…?
You push the doubt away as he cautiously takes the gift from you. Giving you a final reprimanding look, he begins to unwrap it.
After the first tear, he seems to throw all reservation into the wind. A huge smile sprawls across his face. He carelessly tosses the scraps to the floor.
You giggle. You’d be that excited over a Christmas present too if you had been alive for almost 300 years and never received and been able to open one.
He takes the top off of the box. Your heart stops. You hold your breath.
His eyes grow large and his eyebrows shoot up, disappearing behind his shaggy bangs. He lifts up the hoodie by its shoulders, the bottom of the box falling to the floor at his feet beside its comrade.
He just stands there for a few seconds, the hoodie hanging before him. He turns it around to get a look at the back, as well. Turning it back around so he’s looking at the front, his lips curl into yet another smile. He opens then closes his mouth multiple times as if wanting to say something, small bursts of laughter escaping him. He glances over at you a couple of times, a gentle twinkle in his eyes.
You begin to breathe again.
He delicately runs the tips of his fingers along the detail stitching, then along the front of the pocket.
He looks back up at you, smirking.
“Quite a way to tell me that I need new clothes,” he comments.
You turn to the side, crossing your arms. “Well, if you don’t like it, I’ll just go return it,” you scoff, secretly knowing that you have no way of returning it to a shop that doesn’t exist anymore. You turn slightly, reaching your hand out to take back the hoodie.
“Hey!” Jack exclaims frantically as he twists his torso, now holding his present defensively to his side, safe from your threatening grasp. “I like it! I like it, all right?!?”
You chuckle, putting your hand back at your side. You see him relax, a soft smile replacing his worried expression.
He whisks you into a hug, the hoodie slung across his forearm. You return the embrace, closing your eyes. You love the feeling of his cool body against yours. His hugs feel like fresh snowflakes falling onto you and burying you in their tender kisses.
“I love it,” he whispers.
Pitch chuckles.
“It seems like our little Jack has gotten himself into a bit of a romance,” he comments to the Nightmare standing beside him. It neighs in response. He strokes his messenger’s sandy mane. It relays all information regarding Jack to him. “Tsk tsk, we can’t have that happen, now can we?”
The Nightmare snorts.
“Hmmm…You’re right,” he says as he strides along the stone pathway, his long black cloak trailing behind him on the floor. A metal globe waits at the end, standing patiently on a circular pedestal. Little golden blips of light dot its copper surface, the number in each area increasing or decreasing along with the concentration of civilization.
He runs the tip of his long, grey finger along the edge of North America. He grins.
“Perhaps we can use this to our advantage.”
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Jack FrostXReader: We Meet Again
You ran through the falling snow, tears streaming down your face. The moon was the only thing lighting your path, though you didn't even know where you were going anyway. Suddenly your foot struck a rock under the blanket of snow and you plummeted into it's cold embrace face first.
Never in your life had you needed someone so bad.
You lay there, your cheeks stinging from the biting cold the snow offered. Not able to take it anymore, you sat up and buried your face in your knees. Eventually you would have to sum up some strength and go home, but that wasn't happening anytime soon.
Today had been the worst day the fates had
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Jack FrostXReader~Part Two
"(Your name), you found him. You found Jack."
The white haired boy smiled at your sister and she smiled right back.
"I don't care who he is, I don't want you near him," You said quickly.
"But-" She started.
"It's okay (sister's name), what do you say we show her a little winter fun?" The boy said with a smirk rewarded with several nods and a giggle from your sister. He jumped out of the tree and landed on the ground with surprising ease. In fact, he almost seemed to float down.
"No, you stay away from us," You said, pointing the stick at him. It wasn't much to defend yourself against the unusual creeper, but it would ha
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JackFrostXReader
Snow.
You bounded out of bed and pressed your face to the cold glass pane of the window peering outside. A huge grin attacked your petite pale face as you saw the blankets of white ice and snowmen that seemed to have appeared just overnight. Winter was by far your favorite season of the year and the feeling of snow between your fingers was just indescribable. You found yourself tracing your finger around the patterns of icicles that had formed on the window.
"Hey (Name)!"
The voice shook you out of your daydream and you jumped back as your best friend Jamie Bennett appeared in front of your window with a snowball and wooden sled. Even
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I love this chapter.
On another note, I have seen Pitch. At least, I have seen "the Boogeyman." It was freaky. But I'm not afraid, not anymore.
OH OH OH OH OH. I'm fangirling so hard! I ordered the "Art of Rise of the Guardians" book AND IT'S COMING TO ME IN LESS THAN FIVE DAYS. EYAAAAAAHHHHh!!!! AND I preordered RotG on DVD. Problem? Nah, I don't have a problem. 8D
And guess what? I found out today that my fic was featured on the front page of dA! Thank you to for letting me know! It's such a huge honor. I can't believe it. Never in my wildest dreams did I believe that I would have more than even ten readers, let alone all that I have now and now this feature!! Pinch me, I must be dreaming. THANK YOU, so much, to ALL of you (that's right, YOU) for reading this fiction, commenting, favoriting, and watching...it is for you that I right, and this fiction is dedicated to each and every one of you. So thank you once again. See you in Chapter 26!
Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 24: [link]
Chapter 26: [link]
On another note, I have seen Pitch. At least, I have seen "the Boogeyman." It was freaky. But I'm not afraid, not anymore.
OH OH OH OH OH. I'm fangirling so hard! I ordered the "Art of Rise of the Guardians" book AND IT'S COMING TO ME IN LESS THAN FIVE DAYS. EYAAAAAAHHHHh!!!! AND I preordered RotG on DVD. Problem? Nah, I don't have a problem. 8D
And guess what? I found out today that my fic was featured on the front page of dA! Thank you to for letting me know! It's such a huge honor. I can't believe it. Never in my wildest dreams did I believe that I would have more than even ten readers, let alone all that I have now and now this feature!! Pinch me, I must be dreaming. THANK YOU, so much, to ALL of you (that's right, YOU) for reading this fiction, commenting, favoriting, and watching...it is for you that I right, and this fiction is dedicated to each and every one of you. So thank you once again. See you in Chapter 26!
Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 24: [link]
Chapter 26: [link]
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Hello. I have read your Everlasting Snow story and may I just say, it is truly amazing. I could never have written something so detailed like yours. In fact, you and a few other people with good stories have inspired me to work on a Rotg fan fiction story that represents the sequel of the movie. I hoped to one day show it to William Joyce when done to show how his work still influences us for so long. Don't worry, I am giving you credit on the making of the story. Along with the others. A good writer must always mention his/her resources. Hope you continue writing and drawing.