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Do you still take requests? If so can you do enemies to lovers with Jack Frost x reader (Rise of the guardians)

Summary: You were the Spirit of Halloween, and all you wanted was to be believed in. So, when Pitch appeared with an offer, you couldn't refuse. But when he killed the Sandman, you began to question your decision. And your encounter with a certain white haired Winter Spirit only raised those doubts further. Pairing: Jack Frost x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Hurt/Comfort. Well there is Sandy's death. A/N: This is for the anon asking for more Jack Frost. I'm sorry it's late but I promise I am working on Edmund's request as I type this : ) I swear I did NOT intend for this to get so long!!!!!! Hope you enjoy!!

All Hallows Eve.

A time when the veil between the land of the living and the land of the dead is at its thinnest.

A time when children are at their most vulnerable.

For the evil spirits that reside in the land of the dead wish nothing more than to acquire the purest of souls to devour.

And what soul is purer then that of children?

In the past, the moment the sun set on the last day of Autumn, right after the last crops had been harvested and winter began to set in, humans would hide behind masks to blend in with the spirits. These masks would help them hide. To fool the evil spirits roaming that dark night into believing that they were one of them.

Especially the children.

The souls of dead relatives would try their best to protect whatever family they had left alive.

But the children had another protector.

One who had been chosen by the Man In Moon himself.

A Spirit.

The Spirit of Halloween.

Every All Hallows Eve, from one sunset to the next, the Spirit would roam the Earth, fighting back against the evil spirits who dared to try and steal a child's soul.

And the human rejoiced, for they were protected, and knew that their children were safe.

Their belief gave the Spirit the power and strength it needed to protect them.

But slowly, over the years, humans began to forget, as humans do, the true reason behind the disguises. Where children would be kept locked inside, they began to venture out, seeking for treats. Yes, they still wore masks, but not all of them, and what they wore did not allow them to blend in.

And as the years passed, all thought of the Spirit of Halloween passed on into legend. Until it was nothing more than a fairy tale.

A myth.

A figment of a child's imagination.

With the loss of belief, came the lack of power that the Spirit needed to protect the children. Slowly, but surely, more and more accidents began to happen on All Hallows Eve.

Children disappearing. Accidents. Falling sick. Falling prey to monsters.

They were brushed off as coincidences and nothing more.

But you knew what it was.

You knew all the tragedy that had occurred, every innocent soul that had been lost, could've been prevented.

If only they had believed in you.

At first, you had fought, tried your best to protect as was your duty.

But then, you gave up hope, and decided to simply live your life as a husk of the Spirit you had once been.

Until, one day, when the Boogeyman himself, came knocking at your door.

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The plan was simple.

Make the children believe in the Boogeyman and the Spirit of Halloween.

Make them believe so they would be aware of the horrors that plagued the world. Physical and Spiritual.

They would believe the horrors to be true and remain vigilant and safe.

But to get to your end goal, you had to go against the Guardians, four of the most strongest beings on Earth.

And fierce protectors when it came to children.

While Pitch was making a grand-stand as he strutted around the recently robbed Tooth Palace, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt in your chest for what you were about to do.

But it had to be done.

For the children.

You dropped from where you were perched, landing in the shadows. Pitch smirked from where he was petting one of his Nightmares.

"Allow me to introduce my acquaintance in this little venture." He drawled, gesturing towards you with a sweep of his arm. The Guardians turned in unison, surprise and shock clear on their faces as you stepped out of the shadows.

"The Spirit of Halloween herself." Pitch continued, as you lifted your chin, locking away every last ounce of remorse. The Guardians stared, Tooth whispering your name as their eyes took in the state of you.

With less and less children believing in you every year, your appearance had been effected. Where your clothes were in pristine condition once, they were now in tatters and ripped in places. Your hair was in complete disarray, your face streaked in dirt and mud. And the source of your powers? Your weapon of choice which was your broom, looked nothing more then a thin stick with a few straws stuck at the end.

It was utterly humiliating, how far you had fallen, and how badly it had effected you.

Which was just another reason you had decided to join Pitch.

"You see, she believes, as do I, that there should be more fear in the world. As it makes children more careful." Pitch continued, clearly enjoying the bomb he had dropped on the still shocked Guardians. "I should be thanking her. She helped me make my beautiful Night Mares." He cooed at one of the creatures as they stomped past him.

North was the one who stepped forward. "Why?" He asked of you, prompting you to grip your broom so tight your knuckles turned white. "Because their lack of fear is stopping me from doing my job." You stated. "If there is more fear in the world, they would think twice before going out on Halloween. While you are busy bringing joy and hope, I have to watch every single Halloween as more and more innocent souls are stolen."

A look of utter heartbreak crossed your features. "The Man in the Moon chose me to protect the children of the Earth. And if I cannot even do that then what is my purpose?!" That was something you had struggled with for quite some time now.

If you weren't the Spirit of Halloween, Protector of Innocent Souls, then who were you?

"So you would rather they be afraid and hopeless?" Came a voice, crisp and light as a another familiar figure dropped from overhead.

You had had a few run-ins with Jack Frost over the years, but that was it. You knew him from afar, always causing mischief and mayhem.

Your features hardened as you raised your broom in front of you. "Better that then dead." You declared.

Behind the Guardians, Pitch attacked, sending several of his Night Mares racing towards them in all their fury. As the Guardians defended themselves, Pitch disappeared into the shadows.

You watched as Jack Frost's blue eyes narrowed at you, his grip on his staff tightening, as if bracing for an attack. You chuckled under your breath, shaking your head. "I am not here to fight Jack Frost." You said. "At least, not a battle I know I will loose." You glanced sadly at your broom, sighing deeply. Jack frowned, unsure of what to make of you.

"I have no desire to hurt anyone." You continued, as you began to walk backwards, slowly merging into the shadows.

"Least of all a fellow Spirit no one believes in."

And then you were gone, leaving a rather surprised and confused Winter of Spirit behind.

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As Pitch reveled in the victory over the Guardians, you wandered through the halls of his domain. It was dark, obviously, and haunting. Where it had been utter silence, the walls now echoed with the sound of the many tiny fairies twittering and chirping as they flitted about in their cages.

You came to stand next to one of the cages, glancing inside and catching sight of how the fairies seemed to cower away from you. Afraid.

Something inside your chest twinged. "I won't hurt you." You muttered, trying to reassure the tiny creatures. To no effect.

Sighing, you turned away from the cage to inspect the other new addition to the halls of Pitch Black.

Thousands upon thousands of baby teeth from children all over the world. The cases glinted in the dark like a beacon of light. You couldn't help but reach out and pick one up, inspecting the picture of the small child smiling back. Your thumb brushed over the image. "I only wish to keep you safe." You whispered to yourself, before raising your gaze to look around at the rest of the cases.

"All of you." You added, feeling a heaviness settle in your chest.

As the first seeds of doubt began to take root in your mind, you spoke in a hushed tone that only the Moon could here. "Why does this feel so wrong then?"

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What happened next only proved that what you had been feeling was right.

Sandman died.

Pitch killed him.

You had not taken part in the fight. Your powers too weak to really do any damage. So you watched from afar, sitting astride your broom, floating half-concealed behind a patch of clouds. You watched as the Guardians, plus Jack Frost, fought against Pitch and his Night Mares.

But then you saw Pitch, with an arrow aimed towards the Sandman who was fighting against a whirlpool of Dark Sand intent on absorbing his golden light.

Your eyes widened, and a dreadful feeling rose within you. "No!" You screamed, the wind pushing you forward, your body slamming against Pitch's as you tried to throw him off.

But it was too late.

The arrow pierced the air, straight and true.

Before embedding itself into the Sandman's golden heart.

As Pitch recovered from the sudden loss of balance, you flew towards the slowly dying Sandman. You dropped onto the last of his golden sand, arms reaching out to catch the Spirit of Dreams.

"No. No. No. No one was supposed to die!" You whispered, horrified at what had happened. The Sandman peered up at you, barely able to keep his eyes open. And despite the pain, despite your hand in his demise, he only smiled softly at you.

Sad, yet accepting.

You watched, horrified, as the golden sand was swallowed by the blackness around you, leaving you clutching empty air. You would've fallen from the sky if your broom hadn't been hovering nearby, ready to catch you. As you fumbled to get a good grip, an explosion had you very nearly falling off your broom.

Somehow, Jack Frost had fought off the armada of Night Mares Pitch had aimed towards him. The blast had knocked Pitch out of the air, and seemed to have overexerted the Winter Spirit who was now falling through the air.

You didn't stop to think.

You simply aimed the handle of your broom towards the falling Spirit, your arms held out. How you stayed on your broom and caught him at the same time was a miracle. Catching sight of North's sleigh, you quickly flew towards the contraption, even as Jack stirred in your arms.

"He's alright." You reassured the Tooth Fairy, Bunny and North as you deposited him into the sleigh. You glanced over your shoulder, spying Pitch making his escape somewhere beyond the line of sight of the other Spirits. One trait you had retained, even as your other abilities diminished, was your superior eyesight.

Anger swirled in your chest, as you pulled away from the sleigh. But then you paused midair, turning your broom to watch the other Spirits as they huddled around the now awake Jack Frost.

You bit your lower lip. "I'm sorry." You suddenly burst out. "No one was supposed to die!" With that you turned and flew towards the entrance of Pitch's domain.

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"PITCH!" You screamed as you burst through the main door and dropped from the broom to stand in the middle of the entrance of Pitch's dark mansion. A large staircase led to the upper levels where the fairies and teeth were being kept.

Your gaze snapped towards the right where Pitch glared down at you from the balcony that ran along the first floor. "You dare to return here!" His voice echoed around you as the Night Mares began to appear from the shadows, their eyes glinting wickedly. You gripped your broom, holding it aloft in front of you as one would a weapon.

"I told you I wanted no more souls lost." You called to him, glaring up at the slowly approaching figure of the Boogeyman. "And that included the Guardians." One of the Night Mares got a little too close for your liking, earning it a swipe from your broom, disintegrating it in a puff of black dust.

Pitch scoffed. "The Sandman's death was a necessary sacrifice." He stated, his voice uncaring and light, as if the loss of a soul had no effect on him. And you realized in that moment, that it truly didn't.

A horrifying realization dawned upon you. Pitch did not care who lived or who died, so long as his end goal was met.

And you had helped him bring him just that much closer.

"No death is ever necessary." You growled, prompting Pitch to sigh and shake his head in disappointment. "Pity. I truly believed we would be able to build something lasting." With a wave of his hand, the Night Mares attacked.

You had no idea where your strength came from. You were dodging and swiping the Night Mares as best as you could, but they were countless, and you were only........you.

Finally, the black sand had you pinned down, your broom clattering to the floor as you struggled to get free from the restraints that kept you in place. Pitch loomed over you, taking delight as you tried your best to fight the darkness that threatened to destroy you just as it had the Sandman.

"It is a shame our partnership has to end this way." He crooned, reaching out to gently grasp your chin so you would look him in the eyes. "Who will protect the children with you gone? Certainly not the Guardians."

And he laughed a cruel and wicked laugh.

And you saw white.

Pure and unfiltered as a spark ignited in your chest, and it only grew stronger with every passing second before it finally released from within you, accompanied by a loud cry that had the walls of the Mansion shaking.

The black dust receded, as did Pitch. Leaving you in an exhaustive heap on the floor. You raised your head, eyes blinking blearily as you raised a trembling hand to your broom. It skittered across the floor towards you.

"Safe." You whispered to it with the last of your strength before the darkness finally claimed you.

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Unfamiliar sounds was what greeted you first. A lot of strange grunts and the tinkling of bells?

A soft groan fell from your lips as you slowly sat up, eyes blinking open.....only to find a hairy face staring right back at you.

You blinked.

It blinked.

And you both let out identical cries of surprise as you jumped back. Granted yours was more shrill while the hairy face's cry of alarm was more gruff. Still it was enough to alert the Guardians who were in council a few feet away.

"I see you are awake!" North exclaimed, already walking towards you him big feet closing the distance in a few steps. "How are you feeling?" He asked, peering down at you with concern in his eyes.

Concern.

For you?

"How hard did I hit my head?" You asked, raising a hand to gently rub it against your wild hair as you looked around. Your eyes widened as you realized where you were.

North's Workshop.

It was truly a place of wander, you thought to yourself, watching the various Yetis and Elves as they wandered about the place, getting things done. Or undone, in the elves' case. Your gaze dropped to your lap, when you felt the blanket that had been covering you slip down. You were laid up on a sofa, though how you got here was a mystery.

"H-How did I get here?" You asked, turning to look at the three Guardians hovering nearby. "You crashed through the ceiling Sheila." The Easter Bunny informed you, nodding towards the roof where there were already several Yetis in the process of fixing where you had crashed through.

You frowned, shaking your head. "No, I mean, how did I-" You trailed off when spied your broom placed next to you, leaning against the sofa. "You were unconscious." The Tooth Fairy explained. "Your broom brought you here."

Slowly, you began to remember all that had happened.

Sandman dying.

Your fight with Pitch.

You asking your broom, with the last of your strength, to take you somewhere safe.

Slowly, you stood up, clutching your broom for support as you did. "I'm-I'm sorry. I don't know why it brought me here." You whispered softly, looking around at the Guardians. You bit your lower lip. "I don't deserve to be here. Not after what happened."

"You don't." Came a voice, just as crisp as you remembered it, but carrying enough harshness that it made the cold winds of winter seem like a breeze.

You turned, just in time to see Jack Frost drop somewhere from the ceiling, light and nimble on his feet.

You became aware of the sudden hostility that seemed to grow around you. The Easter Bunny had his boomerangs in his paws, ready to strike. The Tooth Fairy looked ready to attack. And Jack Frost had his own staff raised.

Only North looked at you with a kindness that you had feeling all the more guilt for what had happened. "I'm sorry. I'll leave." You whispered, shifting where you stood as you made to mount your broom. And you would've, if a sharp pain that had you crouching in on yourself hadn't shot through the length of your body, prompting you to cry out and nearly collapse to the floor.

A hand rested on your back, big and gentle as it slowly coaxed you back onto the sofa. You breathed hard, watching as everyone looked at you curious, with a few concerned glances thrown in. "What happened?" The Tooth Fairy asked, hovering for a second before settling down next to you.

"I-I had a fight with Pitch." You admitted. "And I don't know, something came out of me. This strange power I didn't know I had." You continued, glancing down at your unassuming hands. North hummed in thought as he stroked his beard. "It would seem everyone is discovering something new about themselves." He glanced at Jack, prompting the Winter Spirit to give him a look.

Taking the chance, you leaned forward. "I didn't know Pitch was going to kill the Sandman." You burst out, your eyes wide and frantic as you looked at each of the Spirits in turn. "I would never have helped him if I knew he was going to kill someone. I just-" You broke off as tears burned behind your eyes. "I just wanted to keep the children safe." You admitted, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the sofa at your sides as you looked down, feeling equal parts ashamed and unsure.

Silence followed your words. Unknown to you, each of the Guardian shared a look, knowing exactly how you felt in that moment. Another hum resonated from North's deep chest, before he nodded. "It is settled then." He said, bringing his hands together in a resounding clap that had everyone jumping in surprise. "You shall stay here to help figure out plan to defeat Pitch." He pointed a finger at you. "You say you helped making the Night Mares?" He asked, to which you nodded. "Then you shall help find way to destroy them, yes?" He added, to which you nodded again, much more vigorously then before.

A wide smile pulled at the jolly man's face. "Good! Then we shall get to it after a good nights sleep. I am sure Pitch will not attack any time soon after the fight he had with you." He winked in your direction, prompting you to feel even more confused then you already was.

Why was he being so.........nice to you?

Why did the Easter Bunny help you find a room in the vast cavern that was North's workshop?

Why did the Tooth Fairy ask if you needed anything before drifting off to make sure the European Division was working properly?

What that was you had no idea.

And most importantly.

Why did Jack Frost keep looking at you, as if he were seeing you for the first time.

You had met before, in passing.

And that was how it was, for Spirits who were forgotten.

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Guardians didn't need sleep, but they did need to rest. And with less and less children believing in them, they needed all the rest they could get. You knew exactly how they felt, slowly loosing your powers until you were barely holding on to it.

But then back in Pitch's domain, you had felt something growing inside you. Something you had not felt in a long, long time.

Sighing to yourself, you stood, hands braced against the railing of the balcony, looking out in the night at the winter wonderland that was the North Pole. There was just something beautiful and calming about the undisturbed snow that stretched on as far as the eye could see. The paleness of it kind of reminded you of-

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Came that strangely crisp voice yet again.

Startled, you blinked at Jack Frost as he landed on the railing beside you. The wind ruffled your hair lightly, before settling. "I had plenty of rest." You responded, wandering just how long you had been passed out on North's sofa. "Besides, I needed to clear my head and start thinking how to defeat Pitch." You stated with conviction, turning back to stare out at the landscape.

"Still can't believe you thought it was a good idea to join him." The Winter Spirit muttered, dropping down to sit on the railing, his legs dangling in the air. You pursed your lips, shooting him an angry look. "I had no choice!" You burst out. "It's my job to protect the children. It's my center." You pressed a hand to your chest. "For so many years I haven't been able to do that because people have stopped believing in me. I've lost nearly all my powers and I couldn't do anything about it."

You felt the years burning your eyes again, and you tried to blink them back, as you continued to glare at him where he was still perched on the railing, his head turned slightly in your direction. But it was a loosing battle. You'd been holding everything in for so long, the loss, the grief, the hopelessness, and it was finally beginning to spill over.

"I just....." Your voice broke, prompting Jack to sit up straighter, more alert as your head dropped, your hands gripping the railing. "I've lost parts of myself that I don't think I will ever get back. I've felt every soul that has ever been taken in the last hundred Halloweens. Every year my heart shatters even more when I feel the children getting hurt and I feel so helpless."

It was getting harder and harder to hold back. "When Pitch came with his plan I agreed because more fear meant children would believe in me more, and I would regain my power to help them every Halloween." You let out a humorless laugh, tired of explaining yourself again and again. Why did you have to when what you thought you were doing was for the children's safety? "Is that so hard to ask for? To be believed in?" You finally turned your gaze to meet Jack's who was looking back at you with the face of a person who knew exactly what you were going through.

He continued to look at you, even as he dropped down beside you, standing to his full height. "No." He said softly, reaching out to rest a hand against your cheek, wiping away the first of many tears that had escaped. "It's not."

Jack knew more then anyone what it felt like to not be believed. And in that moment, he saw himself in you.

Two Spirits who had lost faith in themselves, because the world didn't have faith in them.

The moment his hand touched your skin, whatever grip you had on your emotions, broke. A sob fell from your lips, which was almost immediately muffled as Jack wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest in a fierce embrace.

Normally you would be wary about letting someone touch you, let alone hold you the way the Winter Spirit was. But for the moment, you did not care. Everything about you was just so broken. The hug felt like the balm you didn't know you needed.

You continued to sob, your shoulders shaking, hands gripping the front of Jack's hoodie. You felt his arms tighten around your shoulders,and you acknowledged his fingers running through your hair.

"I-I'm sor-...I don'-t..." You trailed off, unable to voice the words that rose to your lips. You felt Jack shake his head. "No." He whispered, his voice breaking slightly. "You don't have to be sorry for feeling alone."

Those were the words of someone who knew what it was like to be alone. You had heard of Spirits who never had believers, Jack Frost being one of them.

The slight tremble in his breath as he inhaled deeply, made you aware of one thing. He was crying too.

Despite your own tears, your arms slid around his chest to wrap around his shoulders, returning the embrace just as he moved his head to bury his face in the juncture between your shoulder and neck.

And you felt his tears against your skin.

Your sobs had quietened, but the tears kept coming. Your forehead rested against his shoulder after your slight shift in position. "We make quite the pair don't we?" He whispered brokenly, his breath cold against your warm skin. You nodded, even though he couldn't see you. "A Spirit who was never believed in," You whispered. "And a Spirit who was forgotten."

Jack let out a sad chuckle. "Why didn't we ever connect with one another? Or with other forgotten Spirits?" He asked, thinking back on the handful of times he had run into you over the years. You pursed your lips, sighing against his shoulder. "I guess, we were so used to being alone that the possibility of making friends just didn't seem like something we deserved."

Silence followed your rather depressing observation.

Your tears had stopped, but neither you, nor Jack moved away from the embrace.

Funny, how his skin was as cold as ice, yet he emitted a warmth that seemed to come from somewhere inside him. Slowly, reluctantly, you pulled your head back, which he took as his cue to do the same.

His blue eyes met your Y/E/C eyes.

The reminiscent of your tears were the twin trails snaking down your cheeks, and the stray droplets that clung to your eyelashes. His eyes appeared bluer and brighter if that were even possible. "I always thought Jack Frost was one for causing mischief. Not comforting fellow disheartened Spirits." You said, your voice light, the corner of your lips lifting in a poor attempt of a smile.

Jack shrugged, his arms slowly dropping from around you, an action you mirrored as you both released the other from the embrace. Though neither of you stepped back. "I'm a Spirit of many talents." He revealed, his blue eyes regaining that all too familiar spark. You heart jumped in your throat, as you watched him regain his usual candor and composure. "That you are." You agreed, reaching up to brush the tips of your fingers through the hair that rested on his forehead.

Blue eyes blinked in surprise. Having never been on the receiving end of such a mundane, yet affectionate gesture, he was a little taken aback by it. He cleared his throat, before leaning down to quickly pick up his staff from where it had clattered to the ground when he had reached out for you.

"Yeah well," He cleared his throat, as he jumped onto the railing again, turning to look out at the snow. "One of those talents are flying." He glanced at you over his shoulder, before nodding towards your broom, where you had left it leaning against the railing.

"Is that mostly for prop purposes?" He asked, to which you raised an eyebrow at him, your hand darting out as your broom flew through the air and into your waiting fingers.

"Why don't we test it out?"

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When was the last time you had flown simply for the joy of it?

You could not recall.

But now was not the time to dwell on your past shortcomings.

Not when the cold wind of the North Pole whipped through your hair, turned your cheeks pink, and had you laughing out loud as you raced on your broom with the Winter Spirit flying right alongside you.

"Not bad!" Jack called, referring to your ability to keep up with him. "Have you learned any tricks on that thing?" He asked, before showing off his own, which included standing on his staff as if it were a surfboard.

You grinned, your eyes gleaming daringly, which had a little heat rising to Jack's cheeks. An enigma surely, because Jack Frost didn't feel heat.

Before he could think on that, you did something completely unexpected.

You sat up on your broom, hands letting go of the handle, before you allowed your thighs to loosen their grip around it as well. Slowly you slid to the side, and began your descent through the air.

Jack called out to you in alarm, before urging the wind to help him fly after you.

You closed your eyes and let out a cry of pure, unrestrained delight as you fell, your arms held out. "Are you crazy?" Jack's voice came from right in front of your. Your eyes flickered open to the sight of Jack's face falling in front of your own. You were descending upside down, an action Jack had mirrored. "You said you wanted to see some tricks!" You shouted over the wind as it roared in your ears.

In his haste to reach you, Jack missed the way your broom had curved in the air, shooting towards you, before flying underneath you. With practiced ease, your hands reached out to grip the handle, your legs wrapping around the sturdy wood just as it had a few moments before. You came to a stop as you hovered in midair, grinning at Jack who was staring at you his mouth agape.

"Didn't expect that did you?" You laughed out, your heart feeling light, lighter then it had in years.

Jack's mind, however, was going a completely different tangent. Yes, he hadn't expected the fall, because he hadn't seen you let go on purpose, having been distracted by his own air-tricks. However, he also hadn't expect the overreaction on his part either. The way his heart had dropped when he had seen you free-falling through the air.

"Next time." He finally managed, once his heart had stopped thumping so hard against his chest. "Warn a guy."

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North may have the ability to summon the Guardians using the Northern Lights, but that didn't stop the natural phenomena from occurring every night. The spectacular light display was a sight to behold, painting the sky with a mixture of green, blue and purple.

The two lone figures sitting next to one another at the edge of the snow covered cliff however, barely paid it any mind as their attentions were currently directed towards one another.

"So the teeth will help you remember who you were?" You asked, your eyes wide. Jack nodded, sitting in his signature pose, one leg bent at the knee, his arm resting atop it while the other hung off the edge of the cliff. "That's what Tooth said. I just hope we get the back soon. I can finally understand why I became..well.....me." He gestured to himself with a chuckle.

A bubble of guilt rose in your chest, at the thought of all those baby teeth trapped inside Pitch's Domain. And you had helped make that happen. "Maybe I can try and sneak in? I know a way." You suggested, legs tensing as if you were about to stand up.

Only to stop short when Jack's hand darted out to gently take hold of your wrist. "No." He stated firmly, his blue eyes steely as he scowled. You blinked at him, startled at the strange intensity that layered his voice as he continued. "You barely managed to escape Pitch last time. Who know what would happen if you go back." He shook his head. "We can't risk it."

Not You.

We.

Somehow, despite the overwhelming urge to smile at the realization that someone else was concerned about you, you managed to jerk your head in a nod. Your gaze dropped to his hand, which still held your wrist. Slowly, you pulled back, only to take his hand in your own, your palm held out upwards, while his rested palm down against yours.

"Then I promise." You vowed. "I will do everything in my power to bring them back to you."

It was rare for Jack Frost to be left speechless. He was always ready with a quick retort or a comeback, despite people not hearing him. This was that one rare occurrence where he didn't have anything to say, and really what could you say to someone who was making him a promise like that, and looking at him as if he were important.

As if he mattered.

He glanced at your joined hands, and perhaps it was your wishful thinking, but he was gripping your hand back, as if he were afraid you would pull away from from.

But you didn't.

Because you did not want to.

A derisive chuckle echoed against the snow covered cliff side. "It's a strange twist of fate isn't it?" He began, still looking at your hands. "We've both been alone, and yet neither of us thought to approach the other to...." He trailed off, thinking that maybe he would overstep some invisible line if he said what was on his mind.

You, however, had no qualms about stepping over said line.

"To help stave away the loneliness." You finished, your other hand playing idly with the snow, completely missing the way Jack looked at you, slightly startled with your direct approach.

"Like I said." You continued. "Maybe we both got so used to it that the thought of someone else being there for us was just unbelievable." Your fingers stopped playing with the snow, as your body stiffened slightly when you felt him move closer.

Close enough that you knew if you raised your head, your eyes would align perfectly with a pair of pretty blue eyes.

"Now though....." You trailed off, your heart pounding against your chest, a strange, unfamiliar, yet not at all unwelcome, feeling slowly overtaking every sense. The urge to meet your eyes, to see that beautiful color again, had Jack reaching out to rest a hand against the side of your face.

Not expecting the contact, your eyes widened as you let him guide your head to lift it from its position, finally meeting his gaze. "Now, it doesn't seem so out of reach." He whispered, a hint of vulnerability, one he never allowed anyone to see, threaded through his words, as he shifted the hand gripping yours, bringing it up to hover in the small space between your chests.

The hand that still rested against your jaw, slowly trailed up, where he brushed a few loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

"No." You agreed, allowing the hope that had blossomed anew, to glimmer in your eyes and slip in your smile. "It doesn't."

Slowly, the two of you began to gravitate towards one another. Your hands did not part, yet your eyelids dropped low, unable to close fully for you wanted nothing more then to keep him in your sight.

To make sure that this wasn't a dream.

That this was real.

You felt his nose brush against yours.

He felt you exhale, the warmth of it brushing against his cold skin.

Your lips were a breath away..............

When suddenly the ground opened up underneath you, and you both fell into the Earth, emitting identical screams of surprise.

The tunnels twisted and turned, dipped and rose. And through it all, you screamed, which were mingled with Jack's who tried his best to gain control, but to no avail.

Your unexpected trip was rather short, with both you and Jack landing in a green clearing in a tangle of limbs.

You groaned as you lifted your head from where it had thunked against the hard ground. "I'm going to kill that Rabbit." You heard Jack grumbling furiously, from where he was laying atop you. He let out a grunt as his weight was lifted from your pinned body by a familiar figure.

"Glad to see you both in one piece." North's jolly voice came as you were hauled to your feet. You stumbled, trying to shake off the vertigo that still clung to your head after the tumble through the tunnels.

Because that was what had happened, your brain supplied.

Bunny had opened a tunnel under you and Jack.

Just as you had been about to kiss.

"What was that about?" You snapped at the giant Rabbit who only grinned at you, obviously not at all sorry about his traveling method. "Had to get you two here. Need all hands on deck if we wanna save Easter."

Jack moved to stand in front of you, gripping his staff as a layer of ice appeared under his bare feet. Clearly he was more then a little miffed about being interrupted as well. He looked like he was ready to throw down right then and there, if you hadn't scrambled up and rested a hand on his shoulder to pull him back.

You didn't need to though, because at that moment a loud scream echoed through the burrow, prompting every Spirit to drop into a fighting stance. An army of Easter eggs exited a dark tunnel, followed by the screaming creatures, which turned out to be a little girl carrying multiple Easter eggs.

The Spirits stopped dead in their charge.

Silence reigned, before Jack broke it with one word.

"Sophie?"

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The next few hours had to be the strangest, yet the most wonderful you had experienced in awhile.

You, and the rest of the Guardians, plus Jack, and the little girl Sophie, painted Easter eggs. It was rather relaxing and therapeutic, after the previous few days you had had.

Minus, of course, the time you had spent with Jack.

No, that deserved it's own label.

Though what that was, you had no idea.

You had never felt this way before. And you were almost afraid to say it out loud, so you only thought of it, briefly and sparingly.

You were wanted, not needed.

A need was a necessity, something that could mean life or death. A want was something a person desired for their own means.

The children needed you to protect their souls. Pitch had needed you to help make his Night Mares stronger. The Guardians needed your help with Pitch, which was why North had asked you stay.

Jack, however, wanted you to stay.

That was it, wasn't it?

Why else would he come find you outside?

Share in your sorrow?

Hug you?

Cry in front of you?

Why else would he fly with you?

Laugh with you?

Smile at you?

Talk to you?

Why else would he bare his soul to you?

Hold your hand?

Why else would he almost kiss you?

That last thought had your cheeks feeling warm, prompting you to press your fingers against one in surprise. You hadn't felt this way.........ever.

It was new.

It was exciting.

It was also.....scary.

Was he simply staying with you because he pitied you? The lost lonely Spirit. Just like him. Was that it?

Shaking your head to rid yourself of the dark thoughts that always seemed to plague you, you turned your concentration to the work at hand.

You were sitting cross legged, holding an egg delicately as you brushed the colors into the images that were already traced there. You were going slightly cross-eyed, deep in your concentration, when you heard him.

"Hey!" That clear crisp voice, the very same that was echoing in your mind in a laugh, called out as Jack landed where you were secluded behind an outcropping of moss covered rocks, a pile of already finished eggs at your side. You glanced up and smiled.

"Hey." You greeted back, setting your now finished egg aside to grab a new one. "I'm almost done with my lot." You assured him, thinking that perhaps he had come to ask about how your end of the job was coming along. Jack picked up one of the eggs, chuckling softly under his breath. "Bunny isn't gonna be happy with the color scheme." He pointed out, to which you shrugged.

"Well, he shouldn't have asked the Spirit of Halloween then. What colors would I have chosen other then orange, black and yellow?" You asked, waving a hand in the direction of the eggs. There were other colors mixed in with the three you had mentioned, but they were mostly dark and obviously Halloween centric.

You doubted Bunny would complain.

"I just dropped by to tell you I'm heading on a little side quest." Jack said, as the eggs that were already painted began to march away to the assembling area. You could hear Bunny calling out orders, but you barely heard him. "Where're you going?" You asked, standing up from your cross-legged position. "I gotta take Sophie back home."

The little girl had been stuck to Bunny's side like glue, and had been helping to the best of her minuscule size ability.

"Oh, alright." You tilted your head. "Did you need something from me?"

Your question had a strange effect on the Winter Spirit. He suddenly lost that confident stance he always had, and his eyes moved away as if he were purposefully avoiding you.

"No, I just wanted to see how you were." He admitted, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. Another nervous habit. You would know, you had them in abundance. A kind smile pulled at your lips as you reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder. "I'm alright Jack. Thank you for asking."

Not a lot of people did.

Jack's blue eye snapped to where your hand rested, before slowly trailing up the length of your arm and finally meeting your gaze.

He drew in a breath, sharp and short.

Before he quickly leaned forward, and before you could do anything other then blink, pressed his lips to your cheek in a sweet, lingering kiss.

Now it was your turn to draw a sharp breath. Your eyes widened as he slowly leaned back, a nervous look in his blue eyes as he gave you a small smile. "I'll see you when I get back." He said, reaching up to take the hand that still rested on his shoulder and giving it a small squeeze, before he let go, taking to the skies and out of your line of sight.

If he had looked back, Jack would've seen you raise the same hand to where you could still feel the press of his cold lips against your warm cheek, and smile a wide, happy smile.

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Darkness.

That was what greeted you when you finally managed to open your eyes.

Darkness with slivers of light peeping through the cracks in the walls.

A pained groan left your lips. Your head throbbed as you raised to press a hand to your temple.

Broken memories played in your mind.

Exiting the burrows.

Flashes of darkness.

Panicked screams.

A mocking laugh.

A searing pain before everything turned black.

Pitch.

Pitch had captured you.

He had destroyed all the eggs, you were sure of it.

The Guardian's last chance of igniting hope in the children.

Lost.

They had lost.

Despair and fear clouded your vision.

"That's right." Came Pitch's voice, almost soothing. "Let all that fear consume you." He chuckled. "There is nothing else you can do to save the children."

A beat of silence, the darkness crushing in around you from all sides.

"You have failed."

A shattering sob echoed against the walls of the Domain, mingled with the cruel laughter of the Prince of Darkness.

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Jack landed in the icy cavern with a pained grunt. Rising to his knees, and wincing in pain, he looked up to see Pitch smiling down at him.

"A little parting gift." He laughed, dropping his now broken staff after him. The two pieces fell with a clatter that seemed to echo against the ice walls. Feeling more then a little sadistic, Pitch grinned.

"And something extra." A snap of his fingers had a portal opening right next to Jack. He barely had any time to comprehend, before a body dropped next to him.

Jack stared, his eyes wide and unbelieving.

"I hope you enjoy eternity together!" Came Pitch's voice as a final farewell. "Ta ta!"

With a heart wrenching cry of your name, he crawled to you, his arms wrapping under your torso, elevating your body. Your head hung to the side, the color of your skin pale, as if the very light had gone out of you.

You didn't stir.

"No!" He groaned out. "No! No! You can't do this to me!! Please!" His voice echoed against the cold walls, just as yours had a little while ago in Pitch's Domain. "You can't leave me! I only just found you!" One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders to elevate your head, the other gripping your hand.

Tears blurred his vision. He didn't bother brushing them away, allowing them to fall as he continued to speak to you, hoping you would hear him. "I told you I always felt like I was alone. Even when I was with the Guardians." He began, referring to the conversation the two of your had during your flight across the North Pole. "I lied." He admitted. "I didn't feel that way when I was with you." His blue eyes scanned your unmoving features, looking for any sign that you had heard him. "Please." He pleaded. "Don't leave me."

He leaned down to press his forehead against yours. Jack knew all you had wanted to do was protect the children. But now, even he couldn't do that.

Pitch had broken his staff and left him here trapped.

His tears fell against your cheeks, sliding down your skin as if they were your own. "I know no one else believes in you." He whispered, feeling his heart breaking over and over as he cradled you close. "But I do."

The hand holding yours shifted to your face, loving and tender as his fingers brushed your hair behind your ear. "I always will."

With that final confession, he pressed his lips to yours.

One final, desperate attempt, to somehow make you feel just how much he believed in you.

Slowly, he pulled back, his heart breaking all over again at the thought of you gone.

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This time when you opened your eyes, you saw light.

A light that dissipated quickly to be replaced with a startled looking Jack Frost hovering over you.

"J-Jack?" You whispered, your voice hoarse. "What's goi-" Whatever you had been about to say was cut off as Jack wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. Your eyes blinked from where your chin rested on his shoulder.

"I thought you were gone." Came his voice, a whisper and broken in places as he held you closer, if that were even possible.

Something clicked in your mind. "I was gone. Wasn't I?" You asked as you slowly extracted yourself from his embrace, but remained encircled in his arms. "But you brought me back." You blinked up at him, confused, terrified and relieved all at the same time.

He gave a shrug, not sure if it had been his words or his kiss that did it. Not that it mattered. "Well, that's one thing going good for me. Your coming back." Jack revealed, glancing sadly at his broken staff. You gasp in horror, reaching out to take hold of the two pieces. "Can't you fix it?" You asked to which he shook his head.

"Pitch won." Jack revealed, as he seemed to retreat into himself by wrapping his arms around his legs and pulling them close.

A small chittering caught your attention. It was Baby-Tooth. The tiny creature hovered near your face, making small squeaking sounds and pointing towards Jack. You frowned, before reaching out and pushing your hand into Jack's pocket.

"Wha-" He broke off when you pulled out the golden case that held his teeth. Your thumb brushed over the image of the brown haired boy Jack had been when he was human.

"You said you believed in me." Jack's eyes widened. Had you really heard him? His silent questions was answered with a single smile. "So now, you need to believe in yourself too. Just as I believe in you."

With that you held the case out to him. Taking it in both hands, Jack glanced at you one last time, before opening it, allowing the golden light to fill the cavern.

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It was done.

Pitch had been defeated.

Dragged into his Domain by his own fears.

The children were safe.

The children believed. Well, some of them did.

And Jack?

Jack was now a Guardian.

You stood to the side, holding your broom to your chest as you watched his fellow Guardians gather around him, congratulating him on a job well done.

Despite the happiness you felt for Jack, you couldn't stop the sliver of sadness that pierced it. Because now, Jack had found his purpose, not to mention he had believers as well. Not to mention he was a Guardian.

You only had two of three of those things.

And if there was one thing you were certain of, in your more then a few hundred years of existence, Spirits who weren't Guardians rarely interacted with those who were.

It was time for you to go.

Reaching behind you, you pulled up the hood of your cloak, and with one final smile in Jack's direction, who was laughing as Jaime hugged him, turned away.

You had only walked into the woods at the edge of the frozen lake, when a burst of cold wind had your hood being pushed back from your head. "Woah! Where do you think you're going?" Came Jack's voice, as he dropped in front of you.

Your heart couldn't help but twinge at the sight of him. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. But then, maybe you didn't have to say anything.

Because this was it, wasn't it?

But what you weren't aware of, was that it wasn't it. Not for Jack. Not after all that had happened. Not after what he had shared with you. And it wasn't just the kiss back in Pitch's Domain, it was everything before that.

Your love for the children.

Your urge to protect them.

Your decision to switch sides despite the danger to yourself.

The kindness you had showed him, even when you were more more broken then him.

Your dedication to help keep the children believing, even when they had troubling believing in you.

Your belief in yourself despite all that had happened.

Just...............you.

His staff clattered to the ground as he took you by the shoulders with both hands. "Did you think now that I'm a Guardian I wouldn't want you around?" He asked, to which you lowered your head, unable to meet his gaze.

"Something like that." You muttered, to which he shook his head and let out a chuckle. One of his hands lifted from your shoulder, only to gently cradle your chin, and tilt your head back so you would be able to see his face.

A face that was so full of earnest affection, that you couldn't help but blush.

"It's taken me a hundred years to find my purpose Y/n, I'm not about to let it go so easily." His voice was so gentle. You blinked, feeling a little confused. "You mean, becoming a Guardian?" You asked, to which he chuckled, before shaking his head.

Then he said one word.

One simple word that had your heart lurching in your chest, and a startled gasp leaving your lips.

"You."

You.

You were his purpose.

The tears began to streak down your cheeks only after you had grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him in for a kiss, which he returned with a level of devoted passion that any and all doubts that were lingering in your mind slowly dissipated.

Jack felt the laugh against his lips first before he heard it. Slowly he pulled back from the kiss, mirroring your smile.

"Two lonely Spirits huh? What're the chances?" He laughed, leaning forwards to press his forehead to yours. You shook your head, your hair moving with the gesture as she nuzzled his nose.

"Not alone anymore." You whispered, allowing all your relief and joy to filter into those words as you clung to him.

"Never alone."

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One Year Later - All Hallows Eve

The autumn air was sharp and fresh, leaving your cheeks flushed and your hair windswept from where they hung unbound down your back. Leaves flew about, dry and brittle as the trees and shrubs began to shed their canopies, preparing for the harsh winter ahead. You raised your eyes to the sky, watching the colors change hues from a vibrant red, to a deep orange, blending into fiery yellows before settling in calm magenta hues.

It was time.

You stood upon your perch, a large dome shaped rock with a flat surface, your eyes glowing slightly as you watched the veil that protected the physical world from the spiritual world slowly begin to loose it's vibrant purple color.

Your hand gripped your broom tight as your eyes caught sight of the many evil spirits waiting just beyond the veil. "Seems they came in full force this year." You muttered to yourself.

A fresh breeze suddenly blew, one that was colder and much more familiar.

A hand slipped into yours, squeezing reassuringly.

Your head tilted back to look at Jack as he smiled down at you. "We can take them." He whispered, pressing his cold lips to your forehead briefly. You smiled at the contact.

"Good thing you brought in reinforcements Sheila." Came Bunny's voice from your other side, as he pulled out his boomerangs, ready for a fight. The sound of swords being taken out of their sheaths had everyone glancing in North's direction, who looked a little too eager to start slicing through some evil spirits. Sandy made a thumbs up symbol, before creating twin whips from the golden sand that always surrounded him. Tooth hovered next to North, ready with her new weapon, courtesy of North, a twin set of fans that could generate big gusts of winds.

As the veil slowly thinned, and the spirits began to step across the threshold, you braced yourself.

Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes, allowing your powers to flow through you, feeling it grow as the evil spirits began to race towards you and the Guardians, sensing your small gathered force as a threat.

Opening your eyes, unaware of the glow, that had Jack staring at you in awe, you mounted your broom. You smirked confidentially at each Guardian, ending with Jack who mirrored the gesture.

A bubble of affection merged with your growing power. Unable to help yourself, you quickly pulled Jack towards you by yanking at the front of his hoodie. You swallowed his yelp of surprise as you pressed your lips to his. Bunny groaned in disgust, Tooth clapped her hands in delight, and North gave a loud knowing. Sandy added his own spin by setting of golden fireworks.

Neither you nor Jack noticed or were bothered by the onlookers.

He kissed you back with equal fervor, and you allowed the kiss to linger for a good few seconds before you pulled back, the two of you breathing deeply. Slowly you let go of his hoodie, smoothing the fabric as you raised your eyes to look at the pretty blues he possessed.

"Oi! If you two are done making eyes at each other, we have evil spirits to fight." Bunny's voice cut through your little bubble. As one, you and Jack turned your heads to look at the spirits, who were indeed nearing the vantage point you had chosen while you waited for the Guardians to join you.

"Till later?" You confirmed with Jack, as your broom began to hover.

Jack smiled back. "Till later." He agreed, before he raised his staff, the end of it already glowing a bright blue and white as he readied his magic. You reached inside your cape, taking out the bow that hid behind the cloth, and pulling the string, glowing orange arrows appearing out of thin air.

The hungry spirits roared, eager to feast on the souls they had waited to devour all year.

With a loud battle cry, the assembled Guardians charged into battle.

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