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Winter Angel Chapter 15 (Jack FrostXReader)Jack’s POV:Winter Angel Chapter 15 (Jack FrostXReader) by mak96k
I continue flying toward Burgess, we’re almost there. I can see the city lights ahead.
“She’s suffering, Jack…” A voice… Not Bunny’s… Not Mim’s… who’s… “Save her!” This voice is worried about you… I’m worried about you…
“Argh!” My head ached. I won’t stop! I have to get to you…
“Jack, slow down!” Bunny was running alongside me.
“What’s wrong? Too fast for you, Cottontail?”
“Nah, mate. I can keep up, but you’ve already run into a flock of geese. Get your head out of the clouds, Frostbite. You’re not paying attention to where you’re goin’.”
“I know where I’m going,” I yelled back at him.
“Easy, mate. This Shelia may mean a lot to you, but you’re not gonna rescue ‘er by actin’ rash.”
“I’m not going to slow down when
Darker than Dark Chapter 4Jamie's POVDarker than Dark Chapter 4 by mak96k
*I shrug and decide to cheer up the lonely kid. I conjure up a small snowflake to land on her nose and watch as she rubs her nose and smiles. I create another one and with a gust of wind, it hovers gently while the young child chases it, giggling. She reminds me of Sophie when she was her age. I smile.
“Maybe I’m not so bad at this after all.”*
I whip up a gust of wind, sending the snowflake higher in the air. “Watch this,” I exclaim. I aim my hand upward. The snowflake melts to become a small droplet of water and quickly falls back to earth and right before it lands on her face, it re-crystallizes to become the white flurry of its original form.
She laughs, “Make up your mind, sky! Do you want rain or snow?”
I chuckle, “Both for you, kiddo.” I send up a few more and repeat the cycle as she readily tries to catch them.
I smirk, “Check this out!” I send another flurry flake up into the sky at top speed.
Icy Shadows 9Icy Shadows 9 by HMemma548
Summary: After visiting Jamie, Jack finds some fearlings attacking someone. He rescues the person only to find out its...a injured teenage Pitch? How did that happen? Jack/Pitch
Pitch had no idea how he fell back to sleep, with Jack lying there so close to him. It felt like he wouldn't drift off. After he had almost kissed the sleeping Jack, he kept staring at the winter spirit. All the while continuing to push down the urge to kiss him. With all of that, Pitch had been certain he would still wide awake by the time it was fully morning.
But somehow he must have shut his eyes at some point, because when he open him, there were three changes.
One: Jack had shifted up closer to him in his sleep, seeking the coolness of Pitch's body heat, and was currently half lying across him, hands knotted in Pitch's fleece jacket.
Two: While asleep, Pitch had wrapped his arms around Jack and had rested his cheek against Jack's forehead.
And three: A small tiny tooth fairy with a b
Nightmare of the Opera Ch 1Nightmare of the Opera Ch 1 by Tenshiryuu
Chapter 1 - Falling Stars
Feeling somewhat more refreshed, Jackson made his way to the dressing rooms for morning practice, the memory of the masked man with the enchanted voice still fresh in his mind. Astrid and Madame Toothiana were already there, stretching and prepping for the morning's rehearsal. After a short greeting, he was whisked swiftly away to the makeup and costume artists, his least favorite part of the day. Sitting still for long periods of time wasn't exactly his strong suite. All around him, he could here whispered conversation regarding the Opera's owner. Manny had hinted that there would be a few surprises today, and Jackson wondered vaguely what they'd be.
Once the artists finished transforming him into an exotic slave boy, Jackson hurried toward the stage to join his companions. As usual, the director was busy shouting at the Thorston twins, the Opera's resident divas. That, Jackson thought dryly, was little surprise to anyone. The two Norwegians had a penchant fo
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