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[anxiety-and-witchcraft]

Frosty fever

This is a guardians Frozen Fever AU requested by @ineedtorename with Jack as Elsa, Human!Tooth (So still half hummingbird but she has slightly more human features and long, multicoloured hair behind kinda a crown of feathers, because I want her to be) as Anna because I heavily ship rainbow snowcone and need Jack to be organising his BFF and secret crush’s Bday party, and North, Bunny and Sandy as the boys in no particular order. Obviously, it takes place in the tooth palace and the village below it rather than Arendelle, and it’s not going to be song dialogue because Rise of the Guardians isn’t a musical. Going under a cut for length, which I just learned how to do :) P.S, Rainbow and Snowcone are now their nicknames for each other because I am devious.

“Okay, it’s almost time!” Jack exclaimed in a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He’d been feeling a bit off all morning – runny nose, bit of a headache etc. – but he’d just passed it off as the beginnings of hayfever season. He was the spirit of winter – he didn’t get colds, and there was nothing else it could be.

“North, Bunny, how’s the banner going?”

“Is all good, Jack, don’t worry.” North replied as he hung huge sheets of paper with colourful letters painted on them on a rope strung between two of the tooth palace’s golden pillars. The mini fairies all flitted around making sure it was secure,  dotting bird-of-paradise flowers around along with any others  that matched tooth’s feathers, and hanging colourful bunches of balloons.

“Yeah, we got this, mate, don’t worry.” Bunny added, crouched down to paint the remaining three letters.

Sandy was over by the cake, sneakily picking off some of the sugar-free sweets they’d used as decoration.

Jack sniffed and rubbed his nose. “I’m not worried! I’m not worried…”

Sandy looked sceptically at him.

“I’m not! Really!”

“You’ve already checked food layout three times.” North pointed out. “I’d say you were worried.”

‘Either that, or you’ve got a cold.’

“I don’t get colds, Sandy, I’m fine. And stop dismantling the cake, you can have a slice later!”

The sandman rolled his eyes and floated up to put some sparkly sand on the banner. That, and the combination of blue, turquoise and green paints Bunny had used, now made it look like Tooth’s feathers.

“Perfect!” Jack gasped. “Imma go wake Tooth up, just try and handle everything until we arrive.”

“Relax, Jack, we got this.” North affirmed and Bunny and Sandy nodded.

***

Jack chuckled to himself as he crept into Tooth’s room and picked a cushion up from her window seat.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOOTH!!!” he yelled, throwing the cushion directly at the now wakeful tooth fairy’s face.

“Oof…morning, snowcone…couldn’t think of a gentler way to wake me up, could you?”

Jack tossed a colourful dress at her. “Get changed and meet me outside in ten minutes.”

He then hurried outside, leaving Tooth to flop back down on her bed and inwardly complain about being woken up at 7:30 in the morning on her birthday.

***

“Tada! How do I look?”

“Wow…I-I mean, yeah, you look great!” Great job, idiot. Real smooth.

Tooth had just come out wearing her new dress, and Jack’s ears were already burning scarlet, his equivalent to blushing furiously.

Tooth’s dress was…well, beautiful. It was an off the shoulder knee-length one with a slight petticoat under the skirt, making it puff out ever so slightly. It was a gradient of light turquoise at the top to dark bluish green at the hem of the skirt, which had a pattern of gold teeth shapes embroidered onto it. There was a gold ribbon around the waist which tied into a floppy bow at the back, and the sleeves were made up of another gold ribbon which rested just below Tooth’s shoulders. All in all, she looked even more dazzling than usual, which Jack admittingly didn’t think was possible.

“Right! Bunny helped me hide a bunch of presents, and now we’re going to find them!” Jack explained excitedly.

“How?”

Jack held up the end of a red string that Tooth now saw led all the way through her palace and down to the village below it.

“Just follow the string!” he answered, right before letting out a rather large sneeze.

“Jack, do you have a cold?” Tooth asked concernedly. Jack sniffed and shook his head.

“Psshh, I don’t get colds, probably just pollen or something. Shall we?”

Before Tooth had time to object, he was already pulling her away on her presents trail. They didn’t notice the tiny snowgy who swiftly ran towards where the others were finishing the party.

Now I’m assuming if you’ve read this, you’ve watched Frozen Fever, so you’ll know what happens next. Jack leads Tooth on a complicated trail of presents, insisting that he’s fine as his cold gets progressively worse, while the growing army of snowgies try to get to the cake, Tooth starts to get very worried and they eventually end up at the clock tower.

“C-Come on, now we cliiimb!” Jack slurred, stumbling as he pointed to the clock tower with one hand and pulled Tooth along by her free arm with the other.

“Jack, that’s enough, you’re sick! We have to go home!” Tooth struggled to hold all her numerous presents and a half-eaten sandwich as Jack ploughed onwards, looking like he was halfway to falling over. His hair was sticking up even more than normal, his nose resembled a tomato, his eyes were puffy and hazy and his hand in Tooth’s didn’t feel nearly as cold as normal. It was blatantly obvious he shouldn’t be taking another step, let alone climbing a clock tower, but Tooth had learned by now that nothing could distract him from what he was doing when he was this stubbornly set on it.

“No, we have to get to out birthday chills, I mean thrills!”

By now they were halfway up the tower, Jack let go of Tooth’s hand to go further up than her.

“Follow the string to the end, you are my very best friend!”

“Jack?!”

“What? I’m fiiiine…”

They went out onto the top of the tower, and Tooth could see the most beautiful sunset ever as the star sunk behind a mountain in the distance, casting the sky into pink, orange and gold. This isn’t nearly as beautiful as you, though. Jack had planned to say.

Speaking of the winter spirit, he was tottering dangerously close to the edge of the platform.

Tooth dropped all of her presents with a gasp and shot over, wings buzzing furiously, to push Jack back onto the tower. Jack sniffled and sat with his head hung as Tooth sank to the ground next to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“Now, will you admit it?”

“Okay…” Jack sighed congestedly. “I have a cold…ugh.”

“You’re warm too…come on, back to the palace.”

Jack picked up his staff and waved the Wind over to help direct him and Tooth back to the Tooth Palace.

***

“I’m sorry, rainbow. I just wanted to make your birthday perfect…but I ruined it.” Jack groaned as they landed around the corner from where Bunny, North and Sandy were, unknown by him and Tooth, desperately trying to protect the cake and the banner from the snowgies.

“Jack, you haven’t ruined anything. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

They turned the corner to see the other three guardians standing atop a mountain of snowgies, holding the cake above their heads and with the banner behind them.

“SURPRISE!!!”

“Wow!” Tooth gasped.

Jack just stood there, wondering how on earth he missed about a hundred tiny snowmen being created from his sneezes. At least the mini fairies would have some new friends.

ALSO, if any artists who are bored see this and fancy doing me a favour, would anyone like to draw some art for this that i can post?

[anxiety-and-witchcraft]

A very long description of my OCs and their universe.

I have made the decision to start writing oneshots and short stories as well as prompts now, so woo! And that means…*drumroll* I’m going to be explaining in great detail my OCs and the universe I’ve built around them! Also, I am aware that 90% of OC posts are art, but I cannot draw anything and I don’t have any digital art pad type stuff to do it on anyway so no Imma just write one loooooooooong block of words. I regret nothing, btw. (Rosa and Robin’s descriptions will be the longest, so just try not to fall asleep until you’ve finished reading them?)

Okay, so, my OCs all live in this village out in the English countryside called Thistledoor. It’s like a whole old-timey, chocolate-box-village type deal, minus the school (which is joint secondary and primary) of course. (Americans might want to look up when British kids start school if you guys don’t already know, just to understand Noah’s predicament.)

The whole thing is a sort of monster AU, kinda a Gravity Falls type deal where they’re just things like gnomes and goblins and the occasional horde of brainthristy zombies to deal with.

The Maddoxes live in the middle of the village, while the Lupins’ house is a bit further away along the edge of the woods. Robin and Rosa are my main characters, Rosa lives with her parents, twin brother Gabo, and younger brother Noah, and Robin lives with his mum, his two older siblings Molly and Jack, and younger siblings, the triplets Ethan, Ben and Sirsha (It’s actually spelt Saoirse but Robin’s mum spelt it wrong on the birth certificate), and Starling. Robin’s entire family have faint Irish accents (idk and idc why). Maeve is one of their friends and Gabo’s crush, and Marcus is the school jerk who likes to flirt with Rosa. Now, what the characters are actually like:

 Rosa Lupin (15):

Medium-reddish-brown hair that’s so thick and silky but not that shiny and reaches the middle of her back. It’s always wavy even when she brushes it.

Her skin is quite light, and she cannot tan, she just burns. She has freckles on her nose and her cheeks, but you can’t see them as much in winter. When she smiles… Oh. My. Goodness. Her smile is so beautiful, and her nose scrunches up and it’s just ADORABLE! Her eyes are wide and dark brown, but they get a tiny bit lighter towards her pupils. She also has a little crescent-moon-shaped birth mark just above her collarbone. Gabo has one too. She’s quite tall and kind of slim, but still a bit curvy at the same time.

She always wears oversized jumpers and jeans when it’s cold or t-shirts and shorts in the summer, or occasionally she steals Robin’s jumpers when it gets cold because for some reason his are mostly warmer than hers.

She’s about 5’6.

Her favourite colour is purple, she loves ballet, singing, reading, chemistry, and making up conspiracy theories with Gabo, and she’s quite quiet around most people but a force to be reckoned with when someone makes her mad, mainly by insulting Noah. She and Gabo also get killer migraines and insomnia when they’re stressed. Rosa is also the mum friend of my group of chaotic 15-year-olds and has a thing about loud noise and crowded areas (as in if she stays around them for too long she’ll either freak out or get a migraine or both). Gabo’s similar, but he can just about manage.

Robin is her best friend in the whole world, and they’ve known each other since they were 5. Secretly, they both like each other more than that, but they’re much too shy to tell each other, which obviously leads to their siblings making devious matchmaking plots to get them together. Rosa and Robin then get back at them with their own schemes, mainly with Gabo and Maeve.

 Robin Maddox (15):

His hair is dark brown and so messy it’s unbelievable, and literally impossible to imagine him with tidy hair. Somehow it never gets knotty. Ever.

His eyes are really dark brown and sparkly, kind of like an actual robin’s. He’s a bit tanned and he’s not really muscly but still quite strong. Like seriously, he can carry Rosa when she falls asleep in the middle of doing something or if she gets a migraine.

Lives in red t-shirts and brown jeans rolled up a bit so they don’t get dirty, and literally never wears shoes except at school because Thistledoor is the best village in the area for not littering so there’s nothing to cut his feet on. Some people tease him for it but he just ignores them (or splashes in a big muddy puddle to get water all over them) He does actually own a few jumpers that aren’t red or brown, but they are mostly stolen by Rosa. That’s actually why he has them but shh, no-one needs to know that.

He’s about 5’7, or maybe a bit taller.

Robin’s favourite colour is red, he likes inventing, playing music (he can play about a gazillion instruments) and pretty much just tagging along with whatever mystery hunt Rosa and Gabo have gotten themselves into. He’s very bold, brash and silly, occasionally getting into fights with Marcus before Rosa drags him back to her house by the ear, but he does have a very sensitive, protective side, particularly over Starling, which you will learn why when I get to their mum’s description.

 Gabo Lupin (15):

He’s Rosa’s twin brother, so he basically looks like the boy version of her. His hair is pretty short and neat, and he has a fringe pushed over to the left side of his forehead. He is incredibly short sighted and can see literally nothing without his glasses.

His favourite colour is yellow, he likes reading, poetry/songwriting creating conspiracy theories, and dragging his sister on mystery hunts with him, on most she and Robin end up saving his life when he reads out the words from a cave-wall-painting-crypt-thing to summon the dead. He’s very quiet and intellectual and gets scared easily unless he’s too busy finding stuff out.

 Noah Lupin (4 or 5 depending on when the story takes place):

Noah looks a bit like Gabo, except his hair is much lighter and he doesn’t need glasses. Noah is a rather unusual four year old in the way of his intelligence – he’s got the same IQ as his father, who is a scientist. He didn’t start talking at all until he was about three, but when he did it was in full sentences with none of the normal baby talk, but he doesn’t like to talk around people so most people think he’s just dumb.

 Mrs Maddox (Robin’s mother):

Mrs Maddox is possibly the worst mother in the history of the whole multiverse ever. She’s drunken, angry, neglectful, and doesn’t have a job, leaving supporting the family to the government funding and Molly, who’s 19 and has two part time jobs at the weekends and after school. Mrs Maddox leaves most of her children alone in the physical sense, except Robin and Starling. She hits both of them, usually just a slap across the face or something, always small enough for everyone to just assume that Robin had gotten into a fight or Star had fallen down the stairs, clumsy as she was. Neither of them wanted to correct them otherwise. Rosa, Maeve and Gabo figured it out fairly quickly, though.

 Molly (19), Jack (17), Starling (11) and the triplets (6):

The rest of Robin’s siblings don’t make an enormous appearance in my stories, them being mainly centred around Robin and the Lupins, but I’m going to describe them anyway. Molly’s the oldest, and generally the one taking care of all her siblings. Jack is basically a father figure to his younger siblings, as their dad died when Mrs Maddox was pregnant with Ethan, Ben and Sirsha. Sirsha never learnt to talk. Starling is very clumsy, but other than that she’s just like Robin. They all hate wearing shoes.

 Okay, I think that’s it!

P.S. I’m going to use a tag with my username as a way to get all my stories together, so if you’re reading this in the future and want to read my stories, that’s a quick way to do it without being swamped by reblogs and whump prompts!

[anxiety-and-witchcraft]

Comfort - OC fic #1

It was a dark and snowy December night.

In her bedroom, Rosa Lupin sat on her window-bed wrapped up in a purple and blue quilt blanket and stared out of the circular window at the swirling blizzard outside. It was so snowy that she couldn’t even see the bright Christmas lights of the rest of the village across the fields.

A crack of thunder rumbled across the sky.

Rosa shivered.

She wasn’t normally afraid of the weather, no matter how bad. It was the weather on top of everything else that she was worried about. The mountain of homework that she and Gabo had between them, her mother currently working a night shift at the hospital while her father was away on a business trip, Robin with his messed-up family, Noah being bullied at school and needing to find a solution before the Christmas holidays ended.

She knew that even before Noah had started school in September, the meaner people that they met on the streets would whisper about the ‘dumb baby brother’, who was rumoured to ‘not be all there’. It was true that he seldom spoke a word around people, so many people thought that he’d simply never learned to talk. It was true that he hadn’t started talking until he was almost four, but when he had, it was in full, clear sentences with none of the baby preliminaries. He was definitely not normal, but not because he was dumb, quite the opposite. Noah Lupin was quite the most intelligent 4-year-old in the history of the world, or at least Thistledoor, but when he went to school and started to reveal some of that strange intelligence, he would be mocked and scorned, told that he was lying or that someone had done the work for him. His first day of school, he had started talking about the mitochondria that live in our cells because that was what he’d been interested in at the time, and the teacher had put him in a time out for lying.

Rosa could hear the wind whistling down the chimney, making a ghostly noise. Gabo and Noah were fast asleep, although how was another matter entirely. Rosa decided that the thing to do was to go downstairs and make herself some hot chocolate and a sandwich to calm her nerves.

Rosa threw the quilt off and stood up; the wooden floorboards were chilly yet grounding against her bare feet. She shivered slightly in her oversized yellow pyjamas, but the fire downstairs should still be hot enough for her to put a small log on.

In the little kitchen, a light was already on, and Noah was sitting at the round table, munching on a marmite sandwich. He looked very small as he sat there on his own, his blue pyjama clad legs hanging a good few inches above the floor.

“Hi.” He said cheerfully as he caught sight of her, “I’ve been waiting for you. I thought we could have some hot chocolate, so I’m warming up some milk. It should be almost ready.”

Rosa looked over at the hob and saw that there was indeed a saucepan of milk bubbling away on a low heat.

“This is quite a lot of milk, Noah, are you sure we can drink all that?”

“Mummy might like some too when she gets home.”

“What about Gabo?”

“He was up with a book all night last night, better let him sleep. Let’s be exclusive. That’s my new word for the day, by the way. Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s a very good word.” Rosa walked over to the wood-burning stove in the living room and put a log on to warm the house up a little bit. “Why didn’t you come up to my room?”

“Because I knew you’d be down.” he replied simply, taking another bite of his sandwich.

How on earth did Noah do that? He always seemed to know about her, what she was feeling or thinking. He never knew, or seemed to care, what Gabo or Mrs Lupin were thinking, it was just Rosa’s mind that he probed with frightening accuracy.

“You’d better check the milk.” Noah said, “You know you don’t like it when it gets a skin on top.”

Rosa took the saucepan off the heat and got the fancy caramel hot chocolate tin down.

“Should we put marshmallows in?” she asked, standing on her tiptoes to peer into the treats box.

“Depends if mummy lets us.”

“Lets you do what?”

Rosa and Noah looked over to see their mother, wrapped up in her big winter coat and covered in snow, standing in the doorway.

“Hi mummy. We’re making hot chocolate; would you like some?” Noah asked.

“That sounds lovely.” Mrs Lupin replied, taking off her coat and coming over to sit at the table. Rosa couldn’t help but notice how tired she looked and the dark circles under her eyes.

“So are you done for the holidays now, mum?” Rosa asked, hiding the hint of concern by turning away to get the marshmallows.

“Afraid not, dear.” Her mother sighed. “The boss wants me back in the lab in a couple days, says that biochemists are too valuable an asset to get holidays like you lot. But your dad should be back from his trip by then, so you won’t have to worry.” She said this last part with a wink in Rosa’s direction as she turned around holding the marshmallow bag.

“Worried? I-I’m not worried?”

“Petal, I can tell when you’re lying because your nose twitches. Relax, everything’s fine.”

Rosa huffed as Noah passed her their mugs and she started pouring out the hot chocolate.

“Everything’s not fine, though. Noah’s still getting bullied at school, Gabo and I have a million homework assignments to do, the wind is trying to blow the roof off, and do you know how many times Robin’s turned up to school with a bruise on his face in the last two weeks? Three. And he still flat out refuses to admit that his mum is doing it to him even though Gabo and I have known for two years now!” she slumped down defeatedly in her chair. “I mean, I kinda understand his whole ‘don’t want everyone to make a fuss and put them all in foster care’ reasoning, but it’s like he’s trying to make me worry even more than I already am sometimes.”

 “I get ya there, sis.”

They all looked round to see a bleary-eyed Gabo standing in the doorway, fumbling to put his glasses on.

“Hey Gabo.” Rosa smiled as he pulled up a chair next to Noah. “Want some hot chocolate?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Mrs Lupin poured him a mug and started dishing out the marshmallows.

“Please don’t worry about my school, Rosa.” Noah reassured her gently. “I can manage all the teasing and getting told off as long as you all know I’m telling the truth.”

“Yeah, and we can do all of that homework easily, most of it’s science anyway.” Gabo added. “It’s far too late to do any worrying now.”

“Exactly.” Mrs Lupin agreed. “But I’ll tell you what, I’ll invite Robin and his siblings over tomorrow evening and we can have a sleepover, sounds good?”

Rosa grinned. “Sounds good.”

Good thing Rosa’s family knew how to calm her down when she was worrying.

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