Jack Overland: Chapter TwoJack Overland: Chapter Two3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jack could barely sleep that night due to his excitement. He arose early, before the sun even appeared over the horizon. He didn't bother getting dressed or putting on shoes-- there was no time for that. He held his breath as he tiptoed passed his parent's room, where his father was snoring quite loudly. If they found out, he was in trouble for sure. Upon making it to the door, he opened it slowly, trying ever so hard not to make it squeak. However, it screeched loudly and Jack threw the door open all the way in a panic, leaving it to slam behind him. Half expecting his father to come running outside to catch him, Jack stood there silently squeezing his eyes shut. When no one came, he let his breath he'd been holding in out and set of into the forest, proud of his escape.
The spring chill caused goosebumps to appear on his thin arms and he shivered. His bare feet, callused and nearly always dirty, were almost prone to the cold ground beneath them
Rise of the Guardians - Jack and Pippa - Goodbye'sRise of the Guardians - Jack and Pippa - Goodbye's3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Year- 1712 – Jack is 17 years old
"Jack! Get down from there!" Called Pippa, Jack's little sister.
Jack swung from the middle branch of a tree, carelessly and upside-down, by his legs.
"Jack, be careful." Called his mother, setting up the picnic that they had planned for the day.
Jack chuckled, climbing down the ruff bark of the tree and skipped over towards the blanket that was laid out on the grass. Opening the picnic basket, he grabbed out the freshly made bread his mother had baked the morning before and tore off the crusty end to eat.
"Jack." Scolded his mother sitting down to join him. "Pippa come over here and have some lunch." She called as Pippa picked some wildflowers nearby. She happily skipped over to them to join them.
"Mom, Jack and I are going ice-skating later. Is that okay?"
"We are?" Asked Jack.
"Yeah. You promised, remember?" Pippa muttered to him.
"Right!" Jack said loudly, "I'm taking her ice skating…"
Their mother chuckled softly.
"Jack! Hurry up!" called Pipp
Jack Overland: Chapter OneJack Overland: Chapter One3 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.
Sick DayI had gotten the message from one of Tooth’s mini fairies who flew to my warren about an hour ago. Needless to say wasn’t sure on how to react to it. None of the other guardians had ever fallen seriously ill before; no one knew what to do in a situation like this.Sick Day3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After gathering up what little medical supplies I had into my pack and instructing the eggs on what to do while I was gone, I opened one of my tunnel systems and headed for the North Pole. The message from Tooth and the others kept circulating through my mind. Jack had appeared on North’s doorstep, shivering and suffering from a fever. North said Jack passed out as soon as he knew that North had seen him. North then immediately had the yetis notify all of us; North needed our help with this. While being great with children when they are healthy, North had no experience in how to care for an ill child. Let alone an 18 year-old immortal winter spirit.
North was reviewing some of the yetis
Nightmares. Chapter 2: Distant Memories “Elizabeth! Elizabeth, where are you?!?”Nightmares. Chapter 2: Distant Memories3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was running through the dark, thick, snow-covered woods, yelling out her name as I tried my best to follow the tracks quickly being covered by the fresh snow. It was only a game! She wasn’t supposed to be in danger! We had only been playing hide and seek; I know mother didn’t like us to play this far into the woods, but it had the best hiding spots. I always made sure Elizabeth didn’t go far; she wasn’t that good at hiding anyway. But tonight, she had gone farther than she normally does. And apparently, she had disturbed something living in the woods.
“Jackson! Help me!”
I pushed myself to run faster; she sounded close. I pushed away low-hanging tree branches and pushed through the foliage until I came across a clearing. I stopped short when I saw the wolves surrounding a small, cowering figure who was backed up against
When You Meet A Believer 1(Jack FrostXReader)When You Meet A Believer 1(Jack FrostXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The loud chatter of everyone around me increases my anxiety and my footsteps turn stiffer and stiffer, seeming near frozen. As the emotional frost completely freezes my feet ten times over, I stand still, my heart palpitating and the air from my lungs coming out in short, choked breaths. As I scan my surroundings warily, a shrill ringing shocks me to the core. The school bell. Everyone hurries towards the directions of their separate classrooms, paying no attention to the poor girl right in the middle of all the chaos. The shoves and pushes I receive are hurting me terribly, and I fall, as the crowd clears away... till there’s one figure left in the silent hallway, filled only with resistant sobs. The barely audible thud of his shoes sound as he walks towards me, and I cringe, hoping the insults that would come would only be light punches to my soul. However, I was wrong... A hand was extended and I looked up, meeting a kind smile.
“Hi, I’m Jami
House Call ch. 3 Thankfully, I reached the Pole in good time. An opening appeared above my head and I jumped up, landing in the soft snow. I quickly located North’s workshop and ran towards it. There was no time to notify him properly of my arrival; I needed to get inside right away. Jack was still unconscious in my arms, but he was plagued with nightmares and thrashed out constantly. I couldn’t help but notice as dark circles had gathered under his eyes and his hair had turned from the white shade it normally was to grey. Worry trickled up my spine and I felt exhaustion stiffening my body, but I pushed it down; I needed to keep strong and calm.House Call ch. 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I ran up to the front door and knocked as hard as I possibly could before pulling the door open; the yetis deserved some kind of warning at least. I pushed past a few who tried to stop me, trying to ask what was going on. Elves simply stood watching as I rushed to the infirmary. I hoped the yetis had enough sense to notify North
A Visit in the Spring The sun was shining brightly through the gaps in the treetop-covered forest, making the forest glow with light in the early morning of a day in late April. All around, greenery pulsed with life; the leaves of trees just beginning to bud, grass reclaiming the ground as whatever snow remained melted, berries hanging off bushes, flowers blooming in groups, filling the forest with color. Rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, and mice all explored the ground, deer, foxes, and the occasional bear scavenging for food.A Visit in the Spring3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everything was at peace, nature finally bringing spring.
Bunnymund inhaled slowly, taking in all of the newly-arrived vegetation. Smiling, he leisurely strolled through the forest, observing nature at its finest.
"Ah, spring. Finally! Frostbite actually let the seasons change on schedule!" Chuckling, the Pooka sat down in a patch of grass, leaning against one of the many trees surrounding him. A much smaller rabbit soon poked its head
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 18Everlasting Snow: Chapter 183 years ago in Romance More Like This
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 Frost~The NightmareJack sat on top of the tall building, his staff held across his shoulders. He looked out over the sleeping town of Burgess, and felt a sense of calm permeate him. Pitch was gone, or at least wasn't threatening any children. So the Guardians were on vacation. The snow fell silently, a beacon of the relaxation of the usually hyper winter spirit, and Jack felt his eyelids start to droop. The heavy atmosphere of the silent night was getting to him. Maybe, just a little shut-eye. Can't hurt, can it?... Jack lay back, the powdery snow cushioning him, as he fell into a light doze.Jack Frost~The Nightmare3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was dark, though Jack could just make out where he was. Jamie's room. Jack looked towards the be
Jack FrostXReader: We Meet AgainJack FrostXReader: We Meet Again3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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
Childhood's GuardiansChildhood's GuardiansChildhood's Guardians3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is night and a child tosses and turns in his sleep. He lets out a whimper that alerts his mother to the nightmare he is having. When the mom gets to her sons bed he is awake and crying.
"Hush now, don't cry," says the mother as she hugs her son. He only continues to cry and wimpier while hugging his mom.
"Hush it's okay, you can't give up yet. You don't want the Boogie Man to win now do you?"
"H-Huh?" whimpers the boy as he looks up at his mom confused.
"Why? You don't know?" gasps the mom who only pretends to be surprised.
"Huh? N-nuh uh" says the boy forgetting about his earlier fear.
"Why the Boogie Man gives you your nightmare, but don't be scared because the Sand Man will help you. He is one of the guardians of childhood after all. I guess he needed your help this time. As long as you can stand up to your fears he will always be there to help you," coos the mother.
"One of the guardians? There are others? But why do I hafta help? Aren't they suppose to pro
Jack FrostXReader~Part OneJack FrostXReader~Part One3 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!
Jack FrostXReader~Part TwoJack FrostXReader~Part Two3 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
Jack FrostXReader~Part FourJack FrostXReader~Part Four3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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 Five3 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
Frozen Hearts Chapter 1Chapter 1: Seeing is BelievingFrozen Hearts Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As a child, my mother told me stories of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, Sandman, and Jack Frost. I believed in them all, but not so much as I believed in Jack Frost…
I was always fascinated in Jack Frost. I loved the snow and the frost. I was always awed by his work. Everywhere I looked in the winter, everything was beautiful.
I believed so much, that I had the shock of my life when one night not long after I turned six. He finally showed up in my very own room.
I always left my window open; I loved the cool breeze of winter, even if it meant I had to cover up more. This was just an invitation to the spirit of winter.
Out of nowhere, the top of my window where the two parts of the window met frosted over in an intricate swirly design. I got out of my bed and curiously walked toward my window. Before I even got half-way there, I saw him.
He was a young boy no more than eighteen. His hair a pale white that shimmered in the moo
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 21Everlasting Snow: Chapter 213 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
Christmas time.North was just getting back from his yearly 'trip' around the globe. He had a surprise for the other guardians, but decided it could wait until later. For now, he would meet them for the party he insisted they had every year.Christmas time.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As North entered the room where the others were already waiting, Tooth immediately started asking how it had gone. Tooth always put Baby Tooth in charge when the guardians had a party like this, so her boundless energy had no where to go.
"How did it go? Did you see my fairies much? Did anyone see you? How many kids fell asleep on near trees?" She started asking, giving him no time to answer, "How many cookies did you eat? You're going to remember to brush your teeth tonight, right? How many of them left you things besides cookies and milk?" Finally she paused.
North was used to this and could easily remember the order her questions had come in, "It vent vell. Usual amount. No, Sandy made sure of that. A few more than last year." He answered in perfect order, with
Frosted Kiss (Jack Frost X Reader)Winter.Frosted Kiss (Jack Frost X Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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
Fear Isn't His Only Power Now ( Rotg Fanfiction)Fear Isn't His Only Power Now ( Rotg Fanfiction)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The big jolly white bearded man squinted at the globe once more, making sure this wasn't happening again . Tooth, the tooth fairy watched the globe in fear as North watched the lights go out on the globe. One by one. The Baby teeth crowed around her, trembling. " It can't be, it can't be again" She mumbled
"Oh why yes, it is happening again!" Boomed a voice that was familiar to all ears. " Pitch" Whispered North, stepping closer. A large black sand figure formed into the shape of Pitch. " Why yes, it's me, did you all miss me?" He asked in a mocking tone. Sandy glared at it, trying to figure it all out. " I thought we defeated you" The large bunny commented. " You thought you did, but you didn't " Pitch explained to them, walking all over the globe in his black sand form.
" You see, I'm much stronger now, due to my newest source of power. " Tooth glared as well." New source of power? Just what is it?" North asked Pitch. Pitch boomed another laugh. " Why it's some
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 22Everlasting Snow: Chapter 223 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.”