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butiamlookingforlove · 1 year

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Jack Frost x fem!OC - chapter 11

Hi tumblr people! I decided to post the latest chapter from my Jack Frost x OC (Max) fanfic here after years since I started it... because, I've finally written their first kiss T.T

So, if you're interested in some good old Jack Frost fluff, pls feel free to read this chapter and check out the whole story on ao3

I don't think anyone would necessarily need context to read it but if it peaks your curiosity it's basically the idea that Max, our heroine, wants to figure the real "mith" or the "tale of the misterious being" called Jack Frost. Little did she know he watched her all along, as a spirit or a ghost, following her journey to learn about him...

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Just as Max closed the front door, although very carefully, Ethan got up. He heard her pacing on the first floor since the beginning of the night. His sleep since then never turned into anything more than a light nap.

That’s why he totally awakened the moment he noticed Max leaving the house. There couldn’t possibly be anyone else besides her. That’s why he follows her. Deciding to immediately follow her on her tracks.

Unfortunately, he hesitated a lot the moment he opened the door. The cold breeze whistled against his ears, almost cutting his skin with the ice cold of its frozen fingers.

He was definitely not dressed enough to bear that cold. But the longer he took to follow Max the more difficult it would make it for him to find her. The moment this realization hit him he took his first steps, completely burying his feet under the thick layer of snow covering the ground.

He figured that he needed to find Max really fast.

He decided to run, following the footsteps she left in the snow.

After sprinting as fast as he could, he realized the path he was following. Max was going back to the grove. The grove he dragged her away from some hours ago.

His blood started to freeze out of a fear of something he couldn’t explain in his heart.

Just as he started to slow down near the first trees from the grove, he saw someone hurriedly walking between the trees, looking at the sky, searching from something above them.

He noticed it could only be Max, so he called her name. The moment he felt how difficult it was to move his lips because of the cold, he realized how covered in snow he was. His brown hair got almost totally white, alongside his eyelashes, making it almost impossible to see anything far away from him. He had to rub the excess snow off his eyes and hair before trying to call for Max again.

The boy was trembling. He couldn’t keep going much further or else he was afraid his legs wouldn’t be able to drag him back to Max’s house. Still, he tried to follow her, all the while screaming her name.

He came to a halt the moment he heard her screaming someone else's name instead. It was “Jack”. She was calling this name, while her distance from him got bigger as time passed.

Ethan suddenly realized this “Jack” could only be the one who pushed Max down the tree hours ago. Why would she be running away from home in the middle of the night if there wasn’t some other guy involved, he thought to himself. “Was she in love with him?”, Ethan wondered. He could only believe Max found some weird troublemaker guy that could only be deceiving her, making her fall for him, and do weird things in the middle of the night.

Ethan truly shouldn’t care about whoever Max falls in love with. It’s not like they had anything between each other. Ethan told himself that he was just worried about Max’s safety around weird creeps, that’s all. He believed that pushing someone down the tree wasn’t anything nowhere near romantic, but that wasn’t enough of a clue to make him doubt his resolve about Max having come across a shady man with suspicious intentions.

He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts the moment he realized he wasn’t listening to Max’s voice anymore. The only thing he heard was the wind, again.

He started coughing, sneezing and panicking. His eyes could only open for a few moments before closing with tears caused by the torturing cold and because of the fear that was growing inside of him.

He couldn’t keep up with this. He had to come back.

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While Max ran away from her house, she didn’t notice Ethan was following her. Since she was more prepared for the weather, she continued keeping a great distance from him.

She only started calling for Jack the moment she got far amongst the trees from the grove. He had to be around.

The girl didn’t have time to start panicking because she couldn’t find Jack. Just as she slowed her pace, she heard someone calling her name. She couldn’t distinguish it at first. She froze in place and looked around. She couldn’t see much far away from her. Maybe she should follow that voice, she thought. But as she turned away from the direction she was heading to, she saw Jack. He walked in her direction and seemed adamant about getting her away from that place:

“Max! What are you doing outside?” - he asked her, while his left arm tried to cover the incessant snowflakes that kept falling on his eyes.

“Jack! I’m so glad I found you! I was looking for you!” - a weight was lifted from her back as she said that, grabbing his arm, so pleased to find him.

“We need to get out of here!” - he wanted to talk to her, but they needed to find a place for cover from the cold.

Next thing she knew, Max was suddenly grabbed and the wind surrounding them pushed them up in the air, helping them fly over the trees.

Jack also didn’t see Ethan. He, in fact, wasn’t even near that place. The only reason he found her was because somehow Max’s voice traveled all the way through the air till it reached his ears, as if the wind had brought it to him. She was calling his name. But much to his surprise, the voice came from the grove, not from her house.

After landing at the same rooftop he was previously watching over the city, decently protected between the other buildings around them, the wind finally allowed them to talk to each other.

Jack was distancing himself from her, he was a bit angry.

“Why did you leave your house in the middle of the snow storm?” - he questioned her again.

She sighed - “I told you, I was looking for you, you vanished out of nowhere back there…” - Max was much calmer than before, almost relaxed. Although her face showed a faint trace of sadness.

“That is no reason for running outside while snowing like this” - he said, waving his arm around them.

Max shook her head - “But- but why did you leave me out of nowhere? How would I know if you would come back?”

Jack furrowed his brow. After everything that happened, did she really think he would leave her just like that? - “How- Why? Why would I leave you?” - Jack couldn’t understand why she would think he would be gone just like the end of a winter storm.

She didn’t reply. Her eyes dropped, suddenly embarrassed by overreacting.

Jack didn’t know why he felt so tense. He sighed, looking at her red cheeks and at the thick layers covering her body, she looked like a walking pillow. That thought made his face light up a little. He couldn’t stand seeing her anxious face anymore.

- “Max.” - he held her by the shoulders - “I didn’t mean to leave you like that at the grove with that… other guy” - he scrunched his nose.

She looked him in the eye. They looked genuine. His eyes most of the time seemed to be glistening, like there was a micro tear at his bottom lids. She realized that small detail infatuated her.

She offered him a small smile - “That was Ethan… he just- he just got surprised after seeing me- I mean, us, falling down that tree”.

Jack’s face got somehow paler after memories from that moment crossed his mind again. His hands kept resting on her shoulders. He needed to do something to make up for that embarrassment. He understood, or at least, he knew what he had to do about the feeling of butterflies in his chest. He had to do something to demonstrate he truly wasn't planning to leave her at all:

He kissed her.

Max was looking at his face, trying to read what was going on in his head. Suddenly, his eyes looked determined, and she felt his cold lips against hers.

She was surprised at the sensation, but kissed him back nonetheless. Her face burned and her heart was racing. She caressed his cheek tenderly, causing Jack to slightly open his eyes, his face getting as red as hers, making him feel lightheaded from the overheat he was not used to.

She didn’t realize how badly she’d wanted to show affection like this for him till this moment. She felt his grip on her shoulders tighten as he deepened the kiss. Everything was so cold it burned, so she instinctively licked her bottom lip, caughting him by surprise. As they momentarily broke the kiss and made eye contact, she noticed how dilated his pupils were.

Her hands slowly made their way back to caressing his face and neck, forcing his hands to slide down her body. As they reached her waist, their lips connected again.

Max could only care about the gleeful feeling of having him in her arms, her eyes closed back again, but her attention was on how soft to the touch his hair was. Her touch was delicate, her hands obsessed with the feeling of his cold body against her warm hands.

For a first kiss, Jack was passionate, little to no awkwardness left in his body, like he just knew exactly what felt right to do. His ears were redder than his face, if that was possible. And as Max’s hand roamed his shoulders and nape, his grip on her waist brought their bodies closer together.

Unfortunately, the moment they got closer together, Max gasped for air, and also because she desperately had to take off the outer layer of clothing she was wearing. She had to break the kiss in order to almost rip off the zipper of her jacket and free her from that immense heat making her body sweat:

“- I’m- I’m sorry!” - she could barely speak, totally out of breath.

After taking off the second outer layer, she started reaching for the third one. That’s when Jack intervened, after a few moments of looking a little taken aback after she broke the kiss and started undressing:

- “Hey, hey, hey, don’t take this one off, you’ll soon start cooling down” - Jack took her hands in his, while holding the jackets she took off between their hands.

He giggled at her, sending her a huge smile. He looked so pleased with himself. His face losing the previous redness and heat at a much faster speed than hers. Looking at the way he smiled back at her pitiful state - the heat was so bad she could feel her heart in her throat -, she couldn’t help but smile back.

They kept holding each other’s hands while smiling and giggling at one another. The whole world had disappeared for both of them at that moment.

#jack frost x oc #dreamworks jack frost #jack frost x reader #jack frost #rise of the guardians #jack frost fanfiction #sigh sorry if he's a bit ooc #i've started writing this since 3 years now ig so it's been fun but it's not perfect lol

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alkalinefrog · 1 year

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The Lights of Avalon

The Legend of King Arthur is Jackson Overland’s favourite fairytale to tell the children in his village—and he wishes it had stayed just that. But Jack’s world is changed forever when he is deemed worthy of the Legendary Sword Excalibur, should he choose to accept it. Darkness threatens the land, and its people will need a hero. And although Excalibur’s powers are great, so too is the cost of wielding it—so much so that Jack would rather become a traveling bard who spends his days running as far away as possible. Little does he know, on the road to avoiding his destiny, Jack will only meet it—or rather, him.

WOOOO hi everyone, long time no see! I’m super stoked to say that I’ve been writing a Hijack Arthuriana AU and the first two chapters are up now! This is the prologue comic!

Special thanks to @jjackfrost for beta-ing and @twiafom for clowning! This wouldn't have been possible without you guys cheering me on the whole way!

The link’s in the title or you can click over here!

I hope you guys have as much fun reading it as I am writing it! More to come!

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mahoganyrust · 1 month

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Woke up with the urge to manically draw a later scene from Forever is My Tomorrow on ao3.

*whispers* psst. Cmon. Come read it. U know u wanna.

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voided-peach · 5 months

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In honor of the completion of Shattered Pieces by @gilly-moon. I wanted to draw Jack's Christmas outfit. Thank you Gilly for the wonderful fic! Congrats on it finally being finished!!

#rogt #shattered pieces #rise of the guardians #jack frost #ao3 fanfic #artists on tumblr #fanart #illustration #sketch #character art #art #digital art #digital sketch #fanfiction #ao3 writer #Christmas

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georgiapeach30513 · 4 months

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A Snowflake Melts, Part 2

Summary: a blizzard is coming

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: mild language, just one bed, stalking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.5K

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A scent. It wasn’t much. But Jack has gone off less than that before. It was getting a bit close to Christmas, but he had already made early rounds. Who cares if winter is longer than usual? He had bigger problems; finding you. You are what’s important. Your family even said so. They are growing suspicious of him, which means you are talking to someone, but spreading lies about his relationship, and what actually happened.

He never got a chance to explain. Winter relied on him. And you, just like a coward left. He growls, sitting down on the tree branch as he looks at the beauty he created. Once you told him that he made things look magical. That you loved winter, and would always stay in winter. You promised on your stupid cat that you couldn’t live where there wasn’t snow…

He jumps onto the crystallized snow, his feet leaving large craters in the icy white, and he just walks. He smelled you. Marshmallows. The best thing he’s ever smelt. You are close. He knows it. Blowing out a long breath a large gust of wind stirs up more snow. He cracks his neck as he starts to trudge through what you called the most beautiful thing on earth. Fresh fallen snow. Purity. A new start.

He would find you. And you would be his.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you get on to your Mistletoe who perches on the counter beside you. Her judging green eyes watch you as you look out your kitchen window. Winter is getting worse. You thought you had chosen a place that snowed a lot, but this is different.

“I know what this means,” you are out here all alone. And with winter like this, you shouldn’t go outside and care for the animals. The very ones that were keeping you alive. “Missy, they’ll starve if I don’t.”

She snarls and hisses at you, looking out towards Steve’s cabin. “I can’t…we barely know him.”

Meow.

“I can’t go out in the snow even if I wanted to. Jack will find us. And judging by this storm that wasn’t on the radar…Missy, he’s close.”

Meow.

Mistletoe jumps down from the counter, and lifts her paw to scratch at the door. This cat is too smart for her own good. She wants to collect Steve. And you’re sure he doesn’t understand her way of communicating. You aren’t even sure you did, or if it’s because of your seclusion.

“What are you going to do, tell him to get his butt down here with Sugar Cookie, and we live in the cabin for the rest of the winter and make him sleep on the couch?” Missy stares at you, pawing at the door again.

You couldn’t stop looking up the road, waiting for him to come back down here to you. It is ridiculous how everyday you would hope for a visit from him. You enjoyed his company. He made you not feel so alone, while also it was nice to look at him. And he was funny. He was kind. He was everything you had always wanted.

His eyes. My goodness he had the sweetest eyes. His dog is very cute as well. And…

Mistletoe scratches at the air and lets out an angry hiss towards you. “You know I can’t go out in the snow, and I don’t know how to get in touch with Steve. He just shows up at the right time.”

She growls at you again, and you exhale loudly. “Fine,” walking over to the door, you give it a tug, letting her shimmy out. Her toned legs carry her directly towards Steve’s house. With a bit of a struggle, you close and lock the door immediately. Dropping the curtain.

Jack would want your Christmas to be miserable. Bitter and cold. Sighing, you start to close all the curtains around the house. If he couldn’t see you, he couldn’t find you. If you didn’t invite him in, he couldn’t get to you. There is enough stuff in the basement to keep you well fed. Steve had even stacked up firewood beside your heater, even more on the porch.

You didn’t talk about Jack. He just knew you were afraid of winter. And they were the same thing.

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Steve jolts in his chair when he hears the tiny scratches, and even Sugar Cookie wiggles her entire body as she moves for the door waiting on her owner to open up. Mistletoe dashes in, meowing up at Steve. “Well, hello, you little bully. What can I do for you today?”

Circling Steve’s feet, she walks over to the door, looking back to the man, and Sugar Cookie joins in to look at him. “She’s not in trouble is she?” Mistletoe huffs, looking up at Steve. “So…is your mom just wanting me to visit? Clearly we need to exchange phone numbers. I don’t turn my phone off. Okay, okay,” he grins, grabbing for his phone and coat. Opening up the door to let both animals out, but Mistletoe stops.

Her ears twitch around, and her eyes look all around before she dashes down the road. “Sugar, let’s go, sweetheart. That cat never gets in a hurry.”

His feet slams into the snow as the wind whips around the odd trio. Beating the animals to the porch, he knocks quickly on the door, and it isn’t until Mistletoe lets out a blood curdling meow that you look up from the middle of the floor, “Missy?”

Walking to the door, you press your head against it. Fear courses through your veins after that sound, “Baby, are you alone?”

“Holly, it’s me.”

“Steve? She brought you? I’m being so rude,” you get an eerie feeling when you open the door. Inhaling deeply, just to be sure. No peppermint. You are safe, for now, “Thanks for tapping the snow off,” even if you hadn't known him long he always seems to remember your needs.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You couldn’t deny your splotchy face and red rimmed eyes. But you don’t want to talk about it either. Steve would think you’re crazy. No one would ever understand your family dynamic. Instead you just shake your head, wiping away the stray tears on your face.

“I don’t want to force you, but you gotta give me something. Missy kinda scared me.”

“There’s a storm going on, and…it wasn’t on the radar, and I don’t want to be alone,” unannounced storms always meant Jack’s anger. He still hadn’t forgotten. He is still looking for you.

“Okay, you gotta couch,” even though his fingers are ice cold from outside, when he touches your arm, and pulls your body into his, it’s pure warmth. A coziness that feels like hot chocolate running down into your tummy. “I’ll leave the animals here. Let me get some more firewood loaded up, and clothes, and some extra food because I eat a lot. We’ll have a freeze-in, okay?”

“Did it smell like peppermint out there?” You hate that scent. It always meant Jack was near. He doesn’t laugh or look at you like you’re crazy. His smile softens as he hugs you again.

“No, let me get all that ready. The way this snow is coming down, I don’t have much time. I’m sure it’ll be piled all the way up to the windows. You stay here. Keep the doors locked, and breathe. When I come back, I’ll let you make some of your amazing soup while you tell me what’s really going on. I’ll even make brownies.”

You don’t want him to leave, and still understand why he needs to. Biting at your lip, you nod your head. “Don’t start cutting any vegetables until I get back, okay?”

“Okay,” he bundles himself up before heading towards the door again, “Steve, be careful, okay?”

“I will. You stay right here. Wood, more food, and clothes.”

“Toothbrush.”

“That, too. Stay warm,” he playfully demands before swiftly squeezing through the door.

“So, you gonna tell more about it?” You take a sip of your hot chocolate, your eyes staring blankly at Sugar Cookie and Mistletoe snuggling together by the door. Mistletoe always stayed close to the door in winter. Sometimes she’d hop into the bed with you, but she stood her guard by the main entrance. She is a smart kitty after all.

It had been so long since you fully got to snuggle with someone during your favorite time of year. You should be joyful, and instead you let your photography stop, you quit calling your parents, hell you left the most magical place in the world all because of Jack.

You now lived in so much isolation, you lost a bit of yourself. You turn your head away from Steve as you gaze at the curtains covering the big window in the living room. You loved snow. Loved to watch the tiny little snowflakes drift to the earth. You would have never had the curtains closed. You couldn’t even remember if Jack watched the snow with you.

So much of the good times were forgotten as his forever cold heart couldn’t take your glowing warmth. A joy that burned brightly in your soul like embers in a fire.

“You love and fear the winter,” he isn’t even asking. He hasn’t known you long, but he can see it. You nod your head, still keeping your head turned away from him. Having to wipe away a tear that didn’t want to stay put. “You don’t have to talk about it, Holly. I’m just trying to understand. We got a few days of being trapped in here.”

“You’re right,” sniffling, you turn to look back at the girls, as Steve sweetly calls them. They’re comfortable. Missy actually looks like she’s resting. “It’s hard being alone, and scared of winter, and still, I can’t leave.”

“An ex?” Of course Steve could sense that you were running and hiding from someone.

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to fully look at Steve. “He wasn’t always bad. He’s different. Very powerful, and thrives this time of year. He became cold and unkind, and then possessive and obsessive, and…Steve, he wasn’t nice,” Steve looks away for a few seconds, his jaw clenching tight, and his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the couch.

“Did…did he,” he takes a deep breath, finally looking at you. “Did he hurt you?”

“It’s complicated,” his hand moves towards you, and you have to look at Missy, and her lazy self is snoring with Sugar Cookie. She was comfortable with Steve. She never had this sense of comfort with Jack. “No, it is complicated. He just…he’s always trying to compete with my dad, and…”

“Did he hurt you?” .

“He’s out of my life though.”

“And you’re still hiding, and afraid to touch something that you love,” even though you can feel his anger, you don’t fear him like you did with Jack. Steve’s anger is protective, and it gives you this strange feeling of importance. He wanted to keep you safe.

“He’s very powerful. You don’t understand.”

There’s a moment drifting between you and Steve, and only the girls’ snores and the crackling of the fireplace can be heard. You aren’t even sure if you’re breathing anymore, just waiting on what he has to say. This is going to be awkward starting off with an argument.

“I want to understand, and I’ll listen whenever you want to explain it to me. For now, why don’t you tell me about your family. Your dad is still alive?” You love talking about your family. They are the best family, and you hate that you’re having to be away from them in any capacity. “What’s his name?”

“Kris. My mom’s name is Carol.”

“There’s that smile. The one you were too shy to share with me. Why do you love winter so much?”

Your body relaxes into the couch again. Finally a topic you didn’t mind talking about a bit more. You can’t say too much, some things you just have to ease into, and him knowing about your family is one of them. Maybe one day things could be different.

“People dread winter, but there’s so much beauty in it. We get Christmas, and the world freezes for a moment. It stops and slows down, and everyone with it. We learn to appreciate the more simple things in life. The world just rests, and we do, too. And if you’re lucky to get snow, it’s beautiful. It looks like glitter. Do you not like winter?” You ask, biting at your lip.

Steve hadn’t stopped smiling at you. With every word you said, you just lit up. You had a calmness about you as you spoke about why you loved your favorite season, instead of hating it. You are absolutely stunning. Breathtaking even.

“Steve, stop staring at me like that,” Missy peeks open her eyes, and then settles herself right on top of Sugar Cookie. Neither you or Steve notice anything outside this bubble you had created.

You fear that if you say anything else that the warmth inside the bubble would dissipate. You wanted to keep it forever. What is it about Steve that makes you want him closer to your body? So you scoot a tiny bit closer. Close enough that your knees brush against each other, and you feel his warmth.

“W-what is it that your father does?” He hiccups, still not breaking the gaze he has on you.

“He’s a delivery man of sorts.”

“Amazing,” he whispers out. His finger brushes back some of your baby hairs, and they tickle along the shell of your ear. “The hot chocolate. It’s…it’s amazing. And your life sounds incredible,” he didn’t even know the half of it.

“Thanks. I used to put peppermint in it. The smell makes me sick to my stomach now. What about your family?”

“They passed a long time ago. I don’t really like to talk about it. So explain to me, you love your home and your family, and you came here to hide from your ex?” Saying it out loud sounds silly. You’re sure your parents could help you out. In some ways, your dad was Jack’s boss. But did you want them to? Did you want them to know how Jack really was?

“What did you do?” Steve really wanted to change the subject away from his family. Hopefully one day you hope he will open up to you. Even though you had secrets concerning your family, you’re telling him enough for now.

“I take pictures. My social media did well. I focused on Christmas. Traveled to different places to see how they celebrated, and what they ate. What their traditions were. I love every aspect of Christmas. It’s in my blood. Like…kinda like it’s in my blood,” you correct quickly. Steve had that same dopey look on his face as before, and you aren’t sure what to make of it. But it makes you feel fuzzy, “What?”

“I love to hear you talk about your passions. So if you’re not on your social media, who is seeing your work?”

“No one.”

“Can I see?”

You hadn’t logged in for so long. It was a creative outlet for you. Everyone always admired your parents, never even realizing who you are. What you could do. You enjoyed it. “You don’t have to show me.”

It was time that you stopped being so scared. You could turn off locations on your phone, Jack could find you in other ways. Why did you allow him to control so much of your life? It was time. Especially now that you were no longer alone.

Sighing, you stand to go get your phone, feeling Steve’s eyes watching your back until you return. The lazy Missy didn’t even stir. Her comfort relaxes you even more. She trusts Steve. She trusts no one outside of your family.

Turning your phone on, you click on the app, and hand it over to him. Letting him browse through your photos and reels. Each second his smile gets larger. Spreading wide across his face, “The spirit of Christmas, huh?”

“It’s what my dad always called me. Said that my enthusiasm towards the holiday is what made everything so holly and jolly,” you giggle thinking about how winters held so much warmth when you were home.

“So,” he says, putting down your phone. “What are our holiday traditions going to be this year? You don’t even have a tree up,” why and how is this man so adorable? Saying all the right words. “I’m just saying, it is very close to Christmas. What about these cookies? Triple chocolate oatmeal cookies, we should make some for Santa.”

“They’re my dad’s favorite,” you haven’t smiled like this in so long. Even though a blizzard is happening outside, the cabin is so warm and cozy, and it has nothing to do with the fireplace. You didn’t feel so alone. And then his hand naturally lands on your thigh, and you lean into his touch. It feels like flurries stir around in your belly, but you don’t want to pull away.

There doesn’t seem to be this veil of awkwardness looming over the two of you, it just is, and it is so amazing. “Okay, so it is late. Tomorrow we put up a tree of sorts.”

“I have a fake one under my bed. I don’t like walking in the snow.”

“I could pick us one out, but it’s not the same if we’re not together. I think the fake one will be perfect this time. Maybe next year, you’ll be more comfortable venturing out into the snow?” You nod your head with a smile. You already feel more confident about winter. “So the cookies?”

“I always have the ingredients for those cookies,” you look over to your bedroom. You can’t even believer you’re thinking this, much less ready to say it out loud. Steve is such a large man, and this couch was kind of small. What kind of host would you be? You needed him and basically invited him into your home. He is keeping you safe, and you can’t make him think you don’t want to extend some hospitality, “I feel bad that there’s only one bed.”

“You have a comfy couch,” huffing out a laugh, you look towards the girls, and Missy and Sugar Cookie have their heads lifted up, staring at you. If you were a crazy person, you’d think they were encouraging you to invite him into your bed. But you’re not that crazy.

“I have a big bed, too. I mean, lots of blankets, and there could still be enough space between us, and,” both the cat and the dog lay their heads back down, pretending to sleep. Now you worry that you are going crazy, “You don’t have to stay on the couch.”

“I won’t sleep in your bed if you’re not comfortable.”

“I wouldn't have asked if I wasn’t comfortable. But before bed, maybe we can watch a movie or something, and you decide how you feel? It doesn’t have to feel weird. And if you want to sleep on the couch you can, and if you change your mind in the middle of the night, you can.”

“I think that sounds amazing. Only if Missy will let me sleep in the bed with you,” she doesn’t look when Steve says her name, just stretches out a bit more on Sugar Cookie. “Here’s to new traditions,” Steve says proudly with his mug held high.

“To new traditions, and new friendships,” friendship. Even if you wish it could be so much more. “Wait! A new picture for my grid!” You snap a photo of the two half-drunk mugs. Editing the photo in a way that you can’t see nothing but the wooden coffee table and mugs. Your parents will be shocked to see two.

To new traditions, and new friendships.

And you hope to forgetting your ex.

Jack’s hand shakes with fury, and he cracks his neck, screaming up into the frosty air as he slings his phone onto the ground. “Little bitch!” He screams. You are playing games with him. Friendships. Traditions. Traditions weren’t new. They were what you did every year.

He just can’t believe you would come back to social media with a stupid post like that. You were supposed to spend Christmas with him! Winter with him.

Jingle bells.

Why the hell could he hear jingle bells as his snowflakes float to the ground. There is a warm smell in the air…marshmallows mixed with cinnamon. Oh, he’s angry. Furious. You are spending time with someone that is not him. If you want to spend your time elsewhere, he’ll make sure that they can’t get to you ever again.

Wherever you are, you’ll be trapped all alone. And with your scent becoming more powerful, he is close. And he will find you. And you’ll be all snowed in. Just the way you belonged.

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At All Costs (Snowflake Version) - Chris Pine & Idina Menzel

Art I commissioned from Frost_Art on Instagram.

*DISCLAIMER: These lyrics are fan-made lyrics of a song created and owned by Disney for characters that are owned by both Disney and Dreamworks respectively . No money is being made off of this. This was solely written for recreational purposes.*

Context: This is set during Frozen II, in the middle of the Dark Sea scene. They’ve barely survived the Nokk, and Jack is the most upset he’s ever been. Elsa left him behind not once, but twice. The first when they left Kristoff and Sven behind, and the second when she sent Olaf and Anna away. Not only that, she recklessly runs into the Dark Sea, and that’s not mentioning his fear of water. Coupled with the fear of being sent away, and not feeling like he has a place in Arendelle, he’s really struggling to prove his worth without being selfish.

Love is selflessness, and he has taken that to heart since the events of Frozen 1, where he abandoned Elsa before her parents died, and he did everything in his power to make up for it when she finally sees him again. However, it doesn't always work in the right way. So he’s desperately trying to not be what he perceives to be selfish, for being selfish is what almost lost him his best friend in the first place, and he is deeply afraid of losing his new family. Of losing Elsa.

But somewhere along the way, whether he understands or want to admit it or not, things changed. Jack sees Elsa differently, just as she started to in her late teens, but kept quiet due to what happened and out of respect to her friend, also because she's not sure she understands it either.

They argue in the Dark Sea, telling her he doesn't want to lose her, but right as Jack’s about to say what he actually wants, he relents, saying what he wants doesn’t matter. Elsa doesn’t accept that. Once they get to safety, she tells him what he wants matters to HER.

And he tells her he wants to stay with her forever. That he sees her the way Kristoff does to Anna. But time, fate, what have you, makes it seem like no matter what he does, he can’t. But still, he wants to be with her regardless. Because she is his destiny. And being with her makes him feel better, and whole.

So then he starts singing. And so does she. And for the first time since entering the Enchanted Forest, they're on the same page. Better now than ever before.

Sing = Siiing

(VERSE 1)

J: If destiny is a set-in-stone thing,

Mine would be you.

If you'd have told me the feelings you'd bring,

I'd think them untrue.

Yet I never thought I’d meet someone like you.

Not in this life.

You still amaze me after all this time.

(PRE-CHORUS)

You pull me in like some kind of wind.

Clearing up all the doubts within.

Making me wanna tell ya...

…That I…

(CHORUS)

Love you as one does.

I, I would protect you

At all costs.

Take you here into my arms.

I, I would protect you

At all costs.

(VERSE 2)

E: How to say… the words that I wish to convey?

That I want you, too. Even if I tried to,

I can’t go back to life before you.

If someone tried to stop this, I don't

See how that could happen.

I'd fight for us in ways you can't imagine.

I’ve felt this once before, so I hope

It would be alright to stand right here and tell you…

(CHORUS)

B: I love you as one does.

I, I will protect you

At all costs.

Hold you right here in my arms.

I, I will protect you

At all costs!

(BRIDGE)

If you're ever feeling like you're lost,

I’ll come find you!

Man all fronts! There's no ocean I won't swim across

To be right by you!

And not just once. Here and now, I swear on my response,

I'll remind you…

(FINAL CHORUS)

I love you as one does.

I, I will protect you

At all costs!

Keep you safe here in my arms!

I, I will protect you

At all costs!

At all costs.

(END)

Debated whether or not to do this after posting the Jack Frost This Is The Thanks I Get?!, and finally hearing this for the first time. I got giddy, as this is definitely one of the top songs from the Wish soundtrack, and it struck me as odd that the villain, who in the movie was married, and the protagonist would sing something that sounded... well, romantic.

After seeing Wish for the context of it, and later discovering the Demo Version, learning that it WAS originally written as a love song, well... I had to go back and tweak my original draft.

@doodlemel's Animatic of them singing this song definitely didn't help, either. XD

I had to tweak bits that weren't making sense for Jack to say, especially parts that Magnifico said in the movie that kinda hinted to his more sinister persona. Because Jack is a good guy, but also someone who has never experienced these kinda feelings before, as well as also dealing with a lot of mistakes and trauma that influence his perception of whether or not his feelings are genuine, and whether he has a right to feel these feelings.

Elsa, for her part. is more straightforward, remarkably. Because I headcanon that she fell in love first, but Jack was being Shonen Protagonist oblivious to it. And by the time he started feeling a spark of something similar, stuff had already happened between them that they needed to clear up. But her feelings for him never really went away, even if she got better at hiding them. So when she hears him FINALLY admit that he feels the same way, she doesn't have to hide anymore. She lets him say his piece, and responds in kind.

Ultimately, I didn't really change much but the first parts where they sing, and parts of the choruses. Especially the “love” parts, as I just HAD to incorporate the original Demo Version into it. It's telling a sort of story. Of them slowly synchronizing once more, and finally ending with them being of one mind and heart.

For to love on a spectrum that has both beings as one, in my opinion, is truly a beautiful thing.

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