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
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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 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
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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
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"(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
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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
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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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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 awoke Easter morning to find a small blizzard occurring outside your window, the pale white light spilling into your room.
"The Easter Bunny sure won't be happy with you, Jack Frost," You laugh to yourself.
You were the type of girl that lived in her own little fictional world consisting of books, movies, and realms you invented in your head. Often you would drift off when someone was talking to you, and you had been labeled "flighty and unfocused" by many around you. You didn't mind though, because reality wasn't exactly your favorite place to be, and you weren't going to change for anyone.
You yawned and got out of bed, pondering the subject of mythical creatures like the Easter Bunny and Jack Frost. You had been told stories about them as a child, but as you got older the people around you mocked you for still believing. As time passed, you didn't believe as passionately, but the thought that there was a slim chance that they could exist kept you going. After all, everyone
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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
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That is all that can be said to describe this moment as you lay sprawled on your bed staring at the wooden ceiling. Your arms, legs, feet- heck everything hurts from the labor intensive chores your mother just made you do. It has been a few weeks sense you have done such hard work.
But there is a reason behind the hours of cow-milking and house cleaning; a storm (rumored to be the worst the village of Burgess has seen in decades) was fast approaching. No one doubted the possibility of this storm, in fact, all the villagers were preparing for it (including you and your family) just to be safe.
You lay quietly on your bed, calming your breaths and wiping the sweat from your forehead. Tired, exhausted, and hungry, those are the three adjectives that best describe you right now. Your eyes slowly begin to shut, letting sleep creep in to take over ...
"(name), (name)! Wake up! (name) there's something I want to show you!"
A soft, but excited, whisper awakes you from your moment of
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What Would You Do For a Memory?
You lay in bed, twisted and entangled in the covers, staring breathlessly at the ceiling. What had happened to make you so thrilled, you had almost no idea, but you had woken up, drenched in sweat and trembling in excitement as you gazed up at an empty, blank surface high above you.
It was a dream, of course. A wonderful dream. A dream about a boy, a boy in a blue sweatshirt, a boy with a pale face… holding a long, wooden staff in his hand…
Ridiculous. You turned over in the sheets, trying to untangle your legs out as you sat up, now fully making an effort to lie on the mattress properly. This can’t be… Dreaming about a boy. It’s silly.
You let out a groan as you saw that the corner of the bed sheet had been pulled out again. It did this, every night, always at the spot where the bed touched the corner. Your bed was so heavy that y
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: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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Chapter 1 - A new home.
_________,__________, Wake up...
You heard the sound of your mother calling you, as you slowly slipped back into consciousness, the sound got louder, You opened your eyes and light invaded them instantly, you cringed, you blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted to the scene.
Through the windscreen in front of you, you could see a white blanket of snow covering the pathways, you smiled in delight, all the tiredness out of your body had disappeared.
"Don't worry I'm up!" You called to your mother who was unloading the moving Truck with your Father.
You Had Just traveled from (Town name), all the way to Burgess, You had to drive all the way to the airport, which took about 20 minutes, get on a plane, which took 3 hours, and drive to your new home, which took an hour.
You had to get up at 5 A.M, which was why you were so tired, but now you were wide awake after finding out it had snowed.
You opened your car door and jumped out, you turned back around to see your p
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"Jack, wake up! It's starting!"
Lying down on the snowy ground, the winter spirit lazily obeyed the all-too familiar voice by opening his eyes, only to meet with a stunning sight.
To start off, Jack never really cared for the night sky. He doesn't care about the stars, the cosmos, the numerous galaxies and the vast universe. What mattered to him was his snow days, the other Guardians (yes, even Easter Kangaroo), his friends, his past and Man in the Moon. He didn't pay much attention to anything else. Those were his only priorities for the last 300 years.
But then he saw this spectacular view.
A meteor shower.
Normally, he wouldn't care for this either. He thought in the past that those were just falling stars and nothing more. He was used to the sight of it, even if it rarely happened.
But this time, it felt... different.
Now that he was actually paying attention, the meteor shower looked amazing. Nothing else could come to compare (except for snow, of course). He w
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At least, you’re pretty sure the man standing before you is Santa.
He’s dressed quite differently than in all the fairy tales and legends.
Looks a bit different, too.
He has maintained the basic facial features of the myths. You know, the jolly red cheeks that are round as apples and pink-tipped nose. He has piercing, clear blue eyes that sparkle with an inner light.
This is when he starts really differing from the Santa of stories. His eyes sit beneath a pair of extremely thick black eyebrows that are accented with a lighter grey here and there, the hair becoming longer at the curve, flaring up and out like the flames of a fire, giving the illusion that his eyes are opened wider than they really are.
Blond and dark grey highlights streak his otherwise white beard and whiskers, which stretch down to the end of his chest. The tips of the hair brush the top of a thick sash-like belt that has a pattern that matches the ones on the stained glass windows and found all aro
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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
JackFrostxReader: The Night Before ChristmasYou couldn’t sleep. Well, no one would expect you to. It was Christmas Eve for crying out loud! How could anyone sleep knowing they would see their family, get presents, and have an amazing time the next day? You were so excited, you decided to stay up late and wait for Santa like you did when you were younger. It was already past midnight and nothing had happened yet, so you sat next to your window looking up at the dark, cloudy sky.JackFrostxReader: The Night Before Christmas1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It really is peaceful tonight, you thought to yourself as gazed outside. There was just one thing missing.
For two whole months you had been waiting and waiting, but this was one year when the snow just wouldn’t come. It was a shame. You really enjoyed spending snow days sledding, making snowmen, and having snowball fights with your friends. Most of the time you loved to simply take in the wonderland of white, but now you doubted if you would get that chance at all this year.
You sighed, warm breath building up fog on the glass. Y
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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.”
Jack Frost x Reader - Winter KissBefore you read this, close your eyes and pretend you are on holiday in a place where it snows, it can be anywhere you like. Now think you are in a warm bed sleeping peacefully. Now open your eyes and begin to read.Jack Frost x Reader - Winter Kiss1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Winter Kiss – Jack Frost x Reader
You were as sung as a bug in your bed, all curled up in a heap of blankets and sleeping peacefully until your precious slumber was interrupted by someone jumping on you and you bed. “ get up!” you groan, it’s your brother, “get off” you moan and pull the covers over your head. He shakes you and shouts again, this time you were going to make sure he would leave. You sit up in bed and shove him off you, to the floor, he looks up at you in horror, “hey what was that for?” he asks. “That” you say “is for waking me up!” He gets up and pushes you, “I was waking you up so you could see the snow.” “it snowed?” you ask, “
Jack Frost X You- Never Too Old to BelieveYou were a five-year-old girl, running into the snow on Christmas Day. You skipped around your yard throwing snow into the air and giggling as it fell onto you in a shower of sparkles. Your frolicking didn't go unnoticed. A boy with snow white hair and glacier blue eyes stared at you from a nearby tree. Jack Frost leaned on his staff with crossed arms and smiled as he watched you play. The innocent were always his favorite.Jack Frost X You- Never Too Old to Believe1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You ran along the edge of the forest, kicking up snow as you went. The whiteness around you was like a world you never experienced before. Wanting to see more than what was in your yard, you gazed into the forest behind you. Your mother had always told you to stay on the property, but you thought a peek wouldn't hurt.
Glancing through the window, you made sure your mother was busy cooking before you quickly made your way down the steep bank and into the forest. As soon as you reached the bottom you knew you'd made the right decision. It was white all around you, exc
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 Dance1 year 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