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Not All Those Who Wander are Lost EpilogueNot All Those Who Wander are Lost Epilogue by ~Tenshiryuu
Jack decided that his first order of business now that his world had fallen into order should be to find JD. He was reluctant to leave Venice, and Pitch, so soon, but he knew he had to clear up some things. He'd make everything right somehow. Jack headed for North America, and spent several hours searching the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. He finally spotted JD sprawled on a rock in the sunlight.
“Hey, JD.” Jack approached cautiously, and the Devil opened one slitted eye. “I wanted to find you, and apologize. For leaving you behind like that at the Ball. I'm sorry.”
JD stretched. “That's mighty kind of you to come all the way here. I suppose I could be mad at you, but I'm not. You were having a real hard time there, I could see. And you know, it's the first time anyone's invited me anywhere, and I got to meet folks I haven't seen in ages.” He considered Jack. “You're looking much better now, not quite as white as a sheet anymore. I think that was
Not All Those Who Wander are Lost Ch 7Not All Those Who Wander are Lost Ch 7 by ~Tenshiryuu
Chapter 7: Starlight Sea
Jack groaned and rolled over. He didn't want to open his eyes. A dull pain gnawed at the inside his skull, and the steady pounding of rain against the windowsill didn't help at all. The ache throbbed in time to the endless barrage. He buried his head deeper into the pillows in an attempt to drown it out. He just wanted to sleep, and forget about all about the past few days. The Holiday Ball, Pitch, the Guardians. Forget about how much of a failure he was. Would the others even come looking for him if he just stayed here in Antarctica?
Wait a minute. Jack raised his head blearily. Antarctica didn't have pillows. Or windows. He struggled to sit upright, the motion causing the ache in his head to flare up even more. “Ugh.” He rubbed his temples. The cracked walls and scent of dampness in the air seemed familiar. Venice, “his” room in Pitch's lair. The last thing Jack could remember was passing out drunk at the bottom of the world.
Winter Angel (JackFrostXReader) Chapter 13Jack's POVWinter Angel (JackFrostXReader) Chapter 13 by ~mak96k
*“There is something you are not telling us about Zackery Truesdale. Time to come forward Sandy. What are you hiding...? And, why are you keeping it from us?” Sandy looked at the down thinking with his serious face on.
And so, here we stand, waiting for his answer...
“WAGO! WAGO!” Our silence was shattered by a panicking Phil running into the room, flailing his arms.
“Calm down, calm down!” North raised his voice. Phil stopped yelling and put his arms down. “Now, what is matter?”
“Wallawagawo ra ola!!!” North's eyes widened.
“(y/n) is gone?!”*
“WHAT?! What do you mean gone?!” I stared at Phil, feeling like I couldn't breath.
“Jack, calm down. Phil, explain!” North raised his eyebrow at me. How can I calm down?! You're missing! I'm not going to sit here and stay calm! I'm going to go find you!
I just floated there, holding my breath and waiting for Phil to explain. Phil moved his h
het!Black Ice: I Won't Make This Easy, ch. 2 Her pale little hands reach up toward me, and she’s bouncing on her toes.het!Black Ice: I Won't Make This Easy, ch. 2 by ~ReadYourHeartOut
“Mama,” she calls. “Pick me up!” How can I resist that sweet smile? Sweeping her up into my arms, I tickle her sides so she squirms and shrieks with laughter.
“Have you run away from your lessons again, my love?” I ask, holding her on my hip. My fingers push through her dark locks, nearly identical to mine. “Tsk, tsk, your father will be very disappointed.”
“But Papa always wants me to stay home…. I wanted to go sailing with you,” she says, fingers delicately tracing the golden ropes of my epaulets. Hearing this, I let my smile fade.
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