RebeccaFrost1998

This is the third part of my Jack x Reader story, to understand this, please read the first two :) Links are provided in the description - - - "(first-name?)" You and Jack pause, locked in your embrace. Footsteps began to come closer "(first-name?)" The voice echoed from across the hall. Jack looked up, arms dropping from yours "Is that...your mom?" "(First-name)? Who are you talking to?" You quickly raise your head and turn it towards the door frame, which was now outlined by the hall way light on the other side. Your heart began to beat as fast as a drum when you heard your mothers voice coming closer. You look down to your lap,

“JACK!” 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?&rd

Once again, you find yourself in flight. Without hesitation, Jack had snatched up your hand and leapt into the air, taking you with him. With the wind at your backs, the two of you shot off your porch and in the direction that the black wisp had disappeared off into. You’d be enjoying it a lot more if you weren’t scared out of your mind. What is it that you’re chasing? What would you find when you caught up to it, if you did? You can’t shake the ominous feeling as it sits in the pit of your stomach, weighing you down as you zip through the sky. Jack’s head is darting from left to right in search of any sign of

You stand there for a few minutes in complete shock. It looks like a tornado has hit your kitchen. After you told Jack your name and watched him fly off into the distance, you closed the door and leaned against it, smiling widely for reasons that you couldn’t quite figure out. Needing something to preoccupy yourself with while you waited for his return, you caught sight of your dirty mug and figured that you should wash it. So off you went to your kitchen. And that’s when you saw the chaos lying in wait for you. Dishes are piled high in the sink. Unused tools are put away without care. Drawers are half-open because they were t

It's hard to believe... There are other beings out there, besides humans and animals... You'd never think there were those who protected the children of the world... ones we knew of, but never actually believed to be real, other than when we were children... Myths we believed our ancestors made up so that we would have something to hope for, and believe in... What we didn't know, was they were real, and their story is much more complicated than we could ever imagine... A raven haired girl walked through the streets, hands hiding themselves in her hoodie pockets from the cold winter air. She was too use to it though. It never really bothe

Winter is her favorite time of the year. It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns. Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be. It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something

Rise of the Guardians: An icy memory - Part 3 A week passed and Jack still lay in his frozen sleep. All the guardians repeatedly visited him, making him comfy or trying their best to wake him up. Each guardian came in turn to see if Jack needed one on one help to over come this frosty nightmare. A few more weeks passed, leading up to a month. Sandy watched over Jack most of the time, feeling that it was his fault for sending Jack to sleep to stop him feeling pain. Could Jack hear them but couldn't act to them? Was he really joking to see if people cared? No... that wasn't right. Jack still lay limp, getting warmer and warmer by the progress

"Hey Jack." The spirit smiled as he sat on his love's porch. It was midnight, and [Name] was watching the snow fall. Jack's smile widened a little at the memories of the two of them dancing in the snow like idiots, having snowball fights, making snow angels and when he had taught the female to ice skate. So many happy memories. "Hey. . . Do you remember when I gave you that snowflake necklace a while ago?" Jack asked, eyes going to the small necklace around the girl's neck. "Of course! It's my favourite gift!" [Name] replied, smiling softly. She closed her eyes, placing a hand on the necklace. "Also the day you told me you loved me. . ."

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." Sh

World of Frost Part 1 Jack Frost x Tom boy!Reader You had your favorite headphones, with a microphone, on while playing online with your only family, your cousin, Xena. Last time she visited, you two were 15 and your parents were still alive. She showed you a MMORPG game called, World of Warcraft. She taught you how to play it while she was in your town, but then she had to leave back to Poland. Your parents died in a fire when you were 17, and since you were turning 18 soon, you didn't need anyone to watch over you. Your cousin and you would always play on WoW just to keep your minds off and talk to each other.  You killed the last enemy y