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 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 One 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 Four 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 Overland: Chapter One 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.
Jack FrostXReader~Part Three 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 Two 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
Jack FrostxReader: My Fairytail 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