Winter's Rose. Chapter 1Winter's Rose.More Like This
Your vision was all but nonexistant. All you could see was darkenss. Never ending, life consuming, darkness. You were unsure if you felt scared or peaceful as you floated in the abyss...
You...You felt...cold...so very cold.
In a attempt to warm yourself up you moved your arms to wrap around yourself. Or, at less, you think you did.
You felt something else, now that your mind slowly began to wake back up, you realized that you were wet.
Wet...and cold...that was never a good thing...Right?
Suddenly you felt something, something that wasn't your arms, wrap halfway around your waist and gently tug your body. Up or down you couldn't tell. Your eyes snapped open. 'I didn't even know that they were closed...'
The darkness was replaced with the most brilliant light you've ever seen. And the thing that was creating that wonderful, comforting glow was none other then the full moon that
Not Just A Myth - Jack Frost x Reader Chapter 11More Like This
Chapter 11 - Are you ticklish?
You see Jack's Ice blue eyes flutter open as he props himself onto his left arm. He doesn't notice you at first, looking at the space where you were once sleeping and panic crosses his face. His eyes search the room and eventually meet yours. You see the relief in his eyes as you chuckle, walking over to the edge of your bed and sitting on it.
"Morning sleepyhead, mind telling me what your doing here?" Jack chuckled, stretching and getting of the bed.
"Well" He replied while walking around the bed towards you "This is gonna take a while, mind baring with me?" He sat down next to you, looking down for a moment and then back up at you. His winter-pine scent not going unnoticed.
"Go ahead." You replied, smiling. Jack sighed.
"Well, it all started like this..."
Jack explained to you about when he got to the pole, North had been told my Man in the moon that Pitch had returned and he was stronger than ever. On that note Jack, worried, came back to see if you we
I Don't Fear You - PitchxDark?ReaderYou were always an odd person. Even as a child, you were much different than the other children; much.. darker. You loved anything to do with the dark, whether it was dark/sadistic humor, blood, horror, etc. You enjoyed scaring the crap out of anyone, jumping out from the shadows at people and the like. Even more so, you were fascinated by the mythical Bogeyman.More Like This
While other children fawned over Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, you were addicted to the Bogeyman. He shared your dark obsessions and you felt that you were connected to him, in a sense. You believed that he existed, and that belief had stayed with you all the way to adulthood. You kept your dark tendencies and still had a feeling he was watching, in the dark.
Though you knew the Bogeyman was meant to strike fear into the hearts of humans, he didn’t scare you, at least not as much as many others. Your nightmares varied from death and gore to the thing you feared most. When blood and torture, you didn’t mind
Story Choice 2: Chapter 1 The rock.More Like This
You sat, perched on top of your bike, your friends surrounding you with their talk of vacations and boys. Today was the mark for the first day of spring break and the air was already fresh and crisp. You looked out beyond the bopping, excited heads of your friends to the branches of trees swaying in the light breeze. Easter was only a few short days away.
You jerked your head back and looked into the brown eyes of your friend Jaime.
“Did you hear anything I just said?” It wasn’t a question more of a statement, yet his eyes were glistening with amusement.
You blushed and looked down at the concrete weakly replying “No, sorry.”
“Its fine” Jaime chuckled “We all are a little dazed and distracted as well, it is spring break after all.”
150 Painted Googies (Bunnymund x Reader)More Like This
My Best Friend
He is very big, and very tall.
He has a lot of fur, but I don't mind that at all.
His voice is deep, and kind of strange. I don't usually understand what he says.
His nose is pink, and his eyes are big and green! But I like his smile the best.
He's very nice and he keeps me safe, and I'm never, ever sad.
He keeps me warm and holds me close.
He comes home and tells me lots of stories, and I get really, really glad!
He works very hard, and always tries his best, up until the very end.
I'm so happy to have you with me! You're my bestest friend!
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Emerald green eyes swept over the words again and again. He could feel the painful smile already claiming his face.
It had been a hard day of work. He'd been called to the pole unexpectedly, for it seemed North needed his help with p