Jack FrostXReader: Jack's Past
(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 doing their morning chores like you, some waving as they passed by. There were small white patches of snow from the storm that had taken the lives of many farm animals around town. This winter had been one of the harshest for all that lived there, along with your family. However, the town was nice and peaceful, and everyone helped out one another. Not
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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 ever decided to give to you. That morning you had walked in on another fight between your parents. Again it had been about money problems like it always was. You had tried to brush it off as you walked to school, but for some reason you felt this fight was different then the rest. When you got to school your boyfriend came to tell you he had some news. He ha
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(This is an even that could have been one of the event that takes place during my first Jack FrostXReader fanfiction, but it can also be independent.)
You sat in bed, blowing your nose into a tissue. After you were done with it, you tossed it into the trash can that was sitting by your bedside. Groaning, you scooted back down under the covers and closed your eyes. Not that it helped though; Your head still pounded with aching pain.
It was the third day of school after Christmas break. You still couldn't believe that you'd caught the bug that was going around, and it was even harder to believe it happened on your first week back at school! You had so much work to catch up on...
Suddenly you heard the familiar sound of your window opening then closing. This sound always told you that Jack Frost had entered your room--something that he did quite often after you had established quite a friendly relationship with the boy. You felt your room grow colder and you felt like telling
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As Christmas break passed, you only saw Jack every once and a while. Occasionally he'd come visit you in your room and you'd simply just enjoy the company of each other. He understood that you really didn't want to go outside, although he often tried to convince you to see the beautiful winter scenes he'd created; Which you'd just look at through your window. He still played with your sister outside, and you sometimes secretly viewed their snowball fights. Jack seemed to genuinely like making your sister happy, which was your favorite trait about him. As you got to know him better, you also found several other things you loved about him. You loved his half smile, his blue eyes, the way he always had his hands in his pockets, the taste of his kiss, and his sarcastic tone that reminded you of your own. It was all these little things and more that made you realize that you had fallen in love with the boy.
Soon Christmas break was gone, and you found yourself preparing your backpack for
Jack FrostXReader~Part FiveJack FrostXReader~Part Five2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You had nearly forgotten what it was like to live a normal life. For the past two weeks, your life had been swirled in to a wonderful fairy tale. However, after the first week of school you realized that there were other things in life to worry about. You had school work to do, chores to be done, and your friends always called. You found yourself once again caught up in your life you'd been living before you met Jack.
He seemed to sense this as well. His visits that once occurred nightly became more and more spaced out. But when he did come, you would have short bursts of love for him that would slowly drift away until he returned to make your head spin again.
And so there you lay on your bed in the dark, pondering about your relationship with the winter spirit. It had been a snowy February which told you that tonight he would visit you, even though you hadn't seen him in nearly two weeks. There always seemed to be a spike in the winter weather when he came to see you. Even in
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You awoke feeling freezing cold the next morning. You thought for a moment that Jack had made it so, but in all reality you had just left the window open when you had crawled back inside. You stayed there for a minute under your warm covers, not willing to face the chilling air that it protected you from. Yet, you eventually had to get up and close the window or else it would simply make the room worse. Taking a deep breath, you threw off your covers. The cold blast hit you hard but you pressed onward to the source of this awful temperature. You noticed that there was a thick layer of frost covering the glass, and it only further reminded you of last night. You shook your head and shut the window tight, being sure to lock it.
After a quick hot shower, you went downstairs into your kitchen. You were about to grab a bowl when you realized that you had forgotten to do the dishes like your mother had asked you to! You quickly turned on the sink and began to rinse away the tough food sta
Jack Overland: Chapter OneJack Overland: Chapter One2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Years ago, the snow fell softly on a small village. Lights from candles inside cozy cabins cascaded onto the cobble stone paths that glistened with frost. The soft winter wind drifted down the dirt paths that lined the village, bringing in winter as silently as a whisper.
The peaceful quiet was interrupted as a newborn infant cried out into the night from a small log home. For as the snow fell, a baby boy took his first breath of life.
His mother lay in her bed in the corner of the cabin, candle light bouncing off the sheen of sweat on her forehead. As exhausted as she was, a large smile crossed her face as her husband handed her the small bundle wrapped in a white linen blanket. A small face peeked out from the fold of the fabric, revealing closed eyes and smooth, flawless skin that only a baby could posses. Her husband kissed the top of her head while he joined her in admiring their first born child.
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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 (how long have you been sitting there?) "Really?"
"Yeah" He laughed a little and shrugged as much as he could while lying down "Why not? I think he'll like it."
You tried picturing the Easter Bunny wearing one of Sophie's designs –which were resting on a pile on the desk– and only managed to get yourself laughing "Yeah, he probably will." In a swi
Jack FrostXReader~Part OneJack FrostXReader~Part One2 years ago in Romance More Like This
There you sat on your bed, browsing the internet with that empty look you almost always wore this time of year. It was Christmas break of course, time for cookies, lights and laughter. However, you found the break quite boring. You liked to keep yourself busy, and being snowed in nearly every year with nothing to do wasn't your idea of fun.
Your little sister on the other hand, loved the large amounts of snow. It was always falling this time of year, but she would always come and knock on your door yelling in that high-pitched voice of hers about the weather. She claimed that a boy named Jack Frost made it snow, and even went so far as to say she'd met him before. When she tried to tell you about her "adventures" with him, you would simply tell her to grow up. Imagination was good and all, but enough is enough.
Just as your sister left your mind to be replaced with other thoughts of the holiday season, her familiar knock came on your door.
"(your name)! It's snowing again!
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He whirls around, staff at the ready.
A stream of ice whizzes by to your left, narrowly missing you and whatever it is that is carrying you.
Jack takes to the air and chases after you, firing at your kidnapper at windows of opportunity. As the trees get thicker and the forest darker, he calls out your name and you call back in hopes of keeping track of one another.
He’s starting to lose you. You can now only catch glimpses of snow-white hair here and blue-glowing staff there in the darkness, his calls getting more and more distant.
Soon, you see nothing at all besides barely-visible tree trunks.
“Jack?” you call out the best that you can. “JACK?!?”
You begin to panic even more. Where are you being taken? What is going to be done to you? You struggle against the hold on your collar, reaching up to maybe pry apart the grip of whatever is carrying you away.
Your hand meets cold sand.
The creature snorts—much like your average horse
Jack FrostXReader~Part TwoJack FrostXReader~Part Two2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"(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 have to do.
However, you were no fighting master, and he swiftly took your wrists in both hands with no problem. Cold seemed to emit from his very skin and it traveled up your arm, causing you to stop squirming.
"L-Let go of me!" You said through your now chattering teeth. Why were his hands so cold?
"Oh, but we haven't even started to have fun yet!" He s
JackXReader: One of your own JackXReader: One of your ownJackXReader: One of your own 2 years ago in Romance More Like This
:I have strep throat and didn't go to school today. I didn't feel like writing parts of stories I should be writing so here. Have this. I had the idea awhile ago. Cute and sad. I'ma post this on FF.net later:
Being a Guardian was hard. So very hard. Especially since being an Guardian meant you were a spirit, and being a spirit meant you were dead. Being dead meant you once lived life as a living organism. A human. Once being a human meant you had feelings and opinions. And Goals. You have big goals. One of which was to be a mother with not one, not two, but three children. One was not enough, two didn't seem right, but three was the perfect number. One thing that shaped this belief was because you were the oldest of three. You loved having two, not one, siblings to look down on and smile at.
But you were dead and brought back as a spirit. You were appointed as a guardian because of the powers you possessed were unlike
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Just the name of the season gave you chills.
Why? Because unlike the people of the world around you, so ignorant to the beauty of this season, you recognize the magnificence of what only happens for a few precious months each year. It is the time that you hold in your heart, close to your soul. And when hotter months come, your heart yearns for the beautiful coldness, and the feeling that enters your heart can only be described through snow, frosted windowpanes, and crystal clear ice.
The snowflakes, so different from the spoiled, ruined blackness of the world around, fall down covering the hills with a beautiful blanket of pure white snow. The windowpanes became drawing boards for frosted patterns, each unique and unlike any other that will or has been created. The flowers in winter they say, created out of frost, bloom in abundance everywhere you look.
The winter breeze blows with a frozen delight, its crisp coldness returning a small piece of your soul back to you. A piece t
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 22Everlasting Snow: Chapter 222 years ago in Romance More Like This
For: (your name).
From: Jack Frost.
And a tiny drawing of a snowflake beside his name to complete his signature.
The tag—made of thick eggshell-white cardstock with a border of miniscule spindles of real frost—is captivating in itself.
It’s a small, semi-rectangular package, no larger than four inches long and three inches wide. It is wrapped carefully in snow-white wrapping paper with clear snowflakes decorating it, only visible as light reflects off of them, giving them life. A silk silver ribbon snugly embraces the package, ending in a small matching bow in the upper left-hand corner.
You turn to face Jack once again.
“How did you get the wrapping paper and stuff…?” you ask, entirely curious as to how an invisible spirit of winter can get his hands on material items.
He shrugs. “Found them in places where they wouldn’t be missed, then tweaked them a bit to give them my own personal flare. I used your tape.”
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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. Tears begin to stream down your cheeks and you gasp for breath, the pain you had felt earlier slowly starts to overtake you. No, there is no way Jack can be dead, for all you know this could be another one of his tricks (an extremely sick twisted trick that is in no way funny).
With warm tears continuing to roll down your cheeks you get up from your b
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A sequel, requested by ~snowflake1363
It is REALLY hard for me to write “_____ turned around to the sudden comment. Her face full of shock and worry”. I have to write like “You turned around to the sudden comment. Your face full of shock and worry.” It is easier for me to write and easier for me to read. I’m SO sorry if this offends or makes things harder for anybody.
So I’m not used to using “_____” unless someone is saying your name.
The wedding? It was beautiful.
Where? At the lake. You know the one I’m talking about
Who came? The guardians, the baby teeth, the Yetis and elves, little eggs and stone eggs, Jamie, Sophie, and their friends. ((No family? You lived on your own, most of your family were in other states/countries. ))
The weather? It lightly snowed as everybody stood on the lake which Jack had frozen over before everything started.
Till death do us part? Till death d
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 21Everlasting Snow: Chapter 212 years ago in Romance More Like This
The radio on your alarm clock switches on, telling you that it’s time to get up.
“…traffic on the freeways is close to heavenly. Light snow expected all throughout today, folks,” the radio host tells you. “It’s going to be a White Christmas!”
Wait. You didn’t set your alarm.
“And now back to the music! This next one’s for all you sleepyheads out there who are STILL IN BED THIS LATE ON CHRISTMAS MORNING.”
Wow, that radio is loud. It’s as if the host is in your bedroom, yelling right at you.
Eyes still closed and wanting to sleep in longer since you didn’t get much last night, you halfheartedly reach up your hand, feeling for the snooze button on the clock.
Your hand meets something soft and fuzzy.
You slowly open your eyes. Since when is your clock fuzzy?
Jack Frost is there crouching at your bedside, a huge smile across his face. He’s wearing a Santa hat, on top of which you currently have your hand re
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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
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 19Everlasting Snow: Chapter 192 years ago in Romance More Like This
It feels as though you have a breath mint resting on your lips.
At first, you’re shocked. You don’t know what to do. What the heck is happening? You don’t resist, but you just stand there, motionless.
The subtle scent of pine trees hypnotizes you and you give in, becoming less rigid and holding yourself closer to him. You close your eyes as well. You soon find yourself lost in the odd yet wonderful sensations provided by the kiss.
It’s surprisingly warm. Cold, yes, but the soft warmth that lies beneath his touch is stronger in this intimate act. The outer coldness makes him taste slightly minty, making your lips tingle oh so slightly. The kiss is as soft as snow falling gently on your face.
You feel so safe in his arms, enveloped in his embrace, his body held tightly against your own. You forget entirely about the dark surroundings, lost in his inner light. Your heart is racing. You can feel his own beating just as hard.
He slowly breaks the kiss, reopening his
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Requested by: ~44mae
Idea and Story by: *Ninja-Neko-Aru
Bunnymund spun in the wheeled desk chair, his padded foot pushing against the floor to make the chair spin faster. A large sigh escaped his mouth and all at once he forced the chair to stop. In front of him, he saw Jack Frost balancing on the fence that circled around North’s large globe. Jack was looking up at the golden lights that represented each and every child that believed in them. But it wasn’t the lights that Jack was paying attention too. He was waiting.
“So when do you think she’ll get here?” Bunnymund asked. “You know…to the North Pole.”
Jack looked at Bunnymund and chuckled. “She has her way of getting here.”
“Hmm…about your girlfriend…” Bunnymund began but North walked up behind him and spun the chair.
“Whoa~!” Bunnymund grabbed the arm rests to help him stay in the chair.
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Warm, furry, feathery, and sandy.
You embrace each of the Guardians in turn, bidding them farewell.
You can see the worry behind each of their eyes, especially Tooth’s.
Jangle hugs the bottom of your leg, his stout arms almost too short to reach all the way around. You laugh and crouch down and pat his head, fearing that you’d squish the little guy if you were to actually return the hug.
You give a final wave as you follow Jack—your hand in his—outside into the arctic weather.
Just as you’re about to lift off, North runs out behind the two of you, yelling, “Wait wait wait!”
The two of you turn to face him.
After he recovers his breath, he holds out another snow globe in the palm of his hand.
“I hhhave better idea,” he says.
Jack holds up his hand, shaking his head. “Thanks, but no thanks. Fun as magic portals are, we don’t need that. Nothing’s going to happen to us on the way back, so you can stop worrying.”
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You sat at your desk facing your computer,(eye c) eyes scanning web pages for something that maybe, just maybe, might put you in a good mood.
You brush your (hair c) bangs out of your eyes and rest your face on your hand, sighing all the while.
Your day had been going great up until now. In the morning your dad made you breasfast consisting of (various foods), and in the afternoon you went to see a movie with your friend (___).
You smile to yourself, knowing you are alone, and, quietly, you mutter out loud
" if only life were really like that..."
"if only life was just like in the movie-"
But before you could complete your sentence, your dad's voice, which was quite loud boomed through the house;He was yelling at the tv. He was louder than usual, due to the fact that he was drunk once again.
You hated when he was like this, and went out of your way to avoid him at all costs.
All was quiet again, but you waited a moment before you continued.
"if only somebody,or... anybody
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 1Everlasting Snow: Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
The fire crackles before you, telling you its history in a long-forgotten language. You sit on the floor in front of it, staring attentively back into its dancing flames, hypnotized by its tale that you can’t understand. It pops and bursts at moments of excitement, making your heart skip a beat even though you can’t quite figure out why.
Your fantasy book lays forgotten beside you as you listen, clutching to your hot chocolate and drawing your blanketed knees up as a makeshift table.
It’s quite talkative, really. But that tends to happen when you’ve been around for a very long time and someone finally sits down to listen to your story, even if they can’t understand you. You see, that’s the thing with fire. It can never quite get through its tale, whether it’s because it gets put out by the impatient or goes out because someone gets bored and neglects to fuel it.
All in all, it’s very excited that it has an audience today.
As the fire paus
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 39Everlasting Snow: Chapter 392 years ago in Romance More Like This
You’re experiencing some serious déjà vu.
Jack Frost is once again in your living room, lying on your couch, completely unconscious.
Except this time, you know who he is and for a fact that he’s extremely ill. Though with exactly what, you’re not sure.
And there’s no curiosity here. Just fear and panic for the one you love.
You lift off the damp wash towel that you have resting on his forehead. It needs to be changed.
You lay your free hand on his head, checking his temperature.
He’s still burning up, the same temperature from the last time you had checked it. He’s far too warm even for a regular human, let alone for the spirit of winter.
His cheeks are flushed a deep red to match the fever. His lips are parted, each of his breaths shuddering and strained. They’re so infrequent sometimes that you will anxiously rest your ear on his chest, listening for his faint heartbeat as your own races.
You refresh the cold towel and place it back on
JackFrostxReader: Slow DanceYou felt as though any source of laughter – any source of a smile – had been slowly sucked out of your soul.JackFrostxReader: Slow Dance2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In other words, you felt like crap.
You sat on your bed, feet tired, feeling empty. You had changed from your previous outfit into lounge clothes, attempting to calm your nerves with some quiet.
It was all because of that stupid school dance.
What you were expecting was a night of dancing and laughter with your friends. But you got the complete opposite.
All night, your friends had only worried about guys. Guys, guys, guys. Half the time, they looked around timidly like idiots, trying to see if a male student would notice them. You tried to get them pumped up by dancing to the beat of the music, but they would squeal and whisper to each other like bubbly scatter-brains, eventually turning their backs and closing you out of the circle.
Then there was the slow dance. Each and every one of your friends got a dance with a guy. You sat alone the entire time, chin i