#rotg x reader

[zafirosreverie]

The Brightest Star (North x F!Reader)

Every year since I have this blog I have written at least one fanfic for North when Christmas is close, I couldn't let this one be the exception, so I hope you like it.

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You sighed as you tried to control your shaking hands, you really didn't want to ruin another machine, but nothing seemed to work. You couldn't help it, not when he was so close, even if you couldn't see him, you could feel it in your bones, that terrible, ancient fear that stabbed into your skin like a million needles, seeming to inject those horrible shadows into your being.

You shuddered when the memory of that terrible day suddenly came to your mind. You had blocked out most of the details, but you remembered perfectly the feeling of a deathly cold hand wrapping around your throat, stealing all the air from your body, the darkness slowly filling your senses and the screams of children echoing in your ears.

Pitch Black had escaped, but you could still feel his grip on you.

"Are you ok?"

You jumped when you felt a large but warm hand on your shoulder and thanked everything in your mind that you hadn't screamed when you saw blue eyes filled with concern staring at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you lied.

The man didn't seem to believe you, but he was kind enough not to push, so he just gave you a gentle squeeze and took a seat next to you. Internally you were grateful that he was so easy to work with, because you were sure that your teacher would already be questioning you.

You silently passed him the toolbox and returned to your own project, allowing muscle memory to take the reins and letting your memory wander back to that day, though not to Pitch's terrible memories, but to the bright light that you had next to you.

Nicholas St. North, retired bandit, loud but kind man, Santoff Claussen's savior. Again, you didn't remember the details, but you did remember the way the blanket of darkness around you was suddenly broken with the clean cut of a sword, and the cold that seeped into your bones slowly melted with the warmth of a pair of big arms. You felt safe even without knowing who the man holding you was.

North had saved you, he had saved your home, your children, magic, and because of that he had not only earned a place as Ombric's apprentice, but, without knowing it (and you wouldn't admit it), he had earned a permanent place in your heart.

He was a brilliant man, with surprising ingenuity, his inventions surpassed anything that had been created before in the town, and a heart of gold. Ombric had given him a place in his house, and since you were also technically his apprentice, it was a matter of time before you struck up a friendship with the former bandit, to the point that your teacher joked that you couldn't live without him anymore.

Not that you cared, you liked North more than you were willing to admit, and the man in the moon knew that man needed a family, a home to belong to, and you hoped, deep down, that somehow you could be part of it.

You just wished he could see how special he was, that he could see himself the way you and Katerine saw him. Despite his carefree attitude and the confidence he projected in front of others, especially in front of children or Ombric, you knew that guilt and memories of his past life still haunted him, that he often questioned whether he really deserved a place as a guardian.

"Do you think I'm worthy?" he asked

"You are" you smiled, reassuring him "you're a really bright star"

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You smiled as you watched the elves running around, getting between the tables and getting in the Yetis’ way, who were already too used to it to really bother with them. You loved this time of year, the bright lights, the decorated trees, the colors, the warmth of the fireplaces, the cookies, the gifts, and in the middle of it all, him.

In the end, Ombric had been right, you couldn't stay away from North, so when he formed his alliance with the Yetis, moved to the North Pole and built his magnificent city where his inventions brought joy to everyone, you had naturally been at his side.

It had been a long time since you had finally admitted your feelings for the man, and with Manny's blessing (who had made you age as slowly as North did), you had sworn to share his mission of protecting wonder in children for whatever centuries you had left.

"Mrs. Claus" a cheerful voice sounded behind you.

You smiled as you turned to him. In front of you was Santa Claus himself, as imposing as the legends said, with the years reflected in his face, which still retained its childish warmth and as handsome as the day you met him.

"Mr. Claus" you replied "ready for your big night?"

Christmas Eve was always a busy and difficult night for North, but you knew that, like you, he would never change the children's joy at seeing that Santa had visited them for anything. 

He simply smiled and offered his hand to you, escorting you down the hallway as you headed to the reindeer shed. You never accompanied him on deliveries, preferring to wait for him with a cup of hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies, but you were always there to watch him leave. He had said you gave him luck, and you never questioned it.

"Tell me, darling" he whispered "do you still think I'm worthy?"

Oh, so it was one of those nights. Despite everything he had experienced, despite how much he had done for children and for the world, there were still echoes of his ghosts walking through his mind. It wasn't as frequent anymore, maybe once every few years, but sometimes, he still needed you to remind him how special he was.

"North" you said softly "look around you. Look at everything you've created, the wonderful ideas you've made come true, look how much this place has grown"

Carefully, you let go of his arm so you could take his hands instead, making him look at you with an intensity and fragility reserved for you.

"But most of all, look at what you have become, everything you represent" you said "You are not only the guardian of wonder, you are more. Christmas is not only about gifts and beautiful lights, it is the memories that are created, the love that is strengthened, the joy that is shared, the illusion that is reborn even in adults. You represent all that. Even when the magic seems lost, people find it again in your figure, in your celebration"

North smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your palm as you caressed his cheek gently.

"You are the most important guardian, protector of magic" you continued "and you are the brightest star of Manny's new golden age."

[maluustrawberry]

I wanted to make a request about what it would be like Bunnymund (ROTG) to fall in love with Reader who is the Guardian of Spring ❤️

Bunnymund X Guardian of Spring Reader. (Headcanons)

A/N: I thought this request was really cute, WHY IS HE SO HOT??!!! He was my childhood crush. I hope you like this Headcanon, I made it with great care.

-•❥❥• Spring and Easter had always worked together, so it was obvious that he knew you and admired your work. You never actually spoke to each other, but there were times when he watched you from afar, always surrounded by the animals you had awakened at the beginning of spring. The first impression you made was that you were very gentle, delicate and shy.

-•❥❥• He was surprised when you were chosen as guardian by the man in the moon. Being skeptical, at first he doubted whether you would really be able to protect The children from Pitch Black, because you had such a delicate and shy manner.

-•❥❥• The two of you became closer when you became guardian. Bunnymund didn't want to admit it, but he loved being around you because of your presence, always bringing calm.

-•❥❥• It was after a few years that he realized he was in love with you, when he was staring at you for too long, and admired how cute it was when butterflies landed on the flowers in your hair.

-•❥❥• One day, North caught him looking at you absent-mindedly and made fun of him for several months.

-•❥❥• He's very protective and loves to defend you by always standing next to you or behind, even though he knows you're powerful and can defend yourself.

-•❥❥• Often, when Bunnymund least expected it, he found himself very vulnerable in your hands when you paid too much attention to him. Because of your touch, he could become so vulnerable that he was almost submissive to you, almost desperate to be the only thing you saw at that moment.

-•❥❥• He likes to take you to flowery places that make Easter much more magical and colorful, especially because of your presence. And of course your meetings were in his den and painting Easter eggs.

-•❥❥• You know about the little feud between Bunnymund and Jack Frost, he gets jealous when Jack gets too close to you, and the winter spirit knows this and does it on purpose to provoke him.

-•❥❥• To calm him down from his constant jealousy, you would stroke behind his big ears or just give his muzzle a little touch. This quickly calmed him down, as it's the rabbit's most sensitive spot, almost like a drug... maybe even causing him more than that.

-•❥❥• When he confessed his love for you, he was completely nervous. He invited you to a flowery glade, almost enchanted by the beauty of the place and all the nature around. He knelt down humbly and took one of your hands, looking at you as if you were his goddess. That moment was overly dramatic because of his lack of knowledge about love or being in love, so he did it out of "common sense", but he really had no idea what he was doing at the time, almost like a desperate improvisation. He has trouble with very complex words all of a sudden, but, with his courage, he says everything he feels while looking at you with his piercing green eyes.

-•❥❥• He likes to call you by nicknames (my flower, my sweetheart, lovebug, cutie, darling... and of course, in hot times, he likes to call you "My bunny" or "Baby bunny").

-•❥❥• You can bet that in this relationship you would eat a lot of chocolate.

(I love those scenes when he turns into a little bunny OMG!!!😭💕✨🐰)

[razzlerdazzler]

Hi!! (●’◡’●)ﾉ! Can I request some hcs for Jack Frost having an s/o that's a guardian and the spirit of spring? Thank you and have a good day/night!!<33

Jack Frost x Spring Spirit Guardian Reader Relationship Headcanons

Hello, I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you like it :)

Since both of your seasons are so close together, you both see each other very often

Sometimes he visits an area that you've already been through and makes a little snowstorm so the children can have another snow day and he gets to see you again and spend more time with you even though you just spent time with him very recently

He likes to call you nicknames, especially ones that are related to your season like petal, sunshine, dewdrop, sprout he uses this one to tease you, especially if you're tall or short

You both like to watch and play with the new baby animals that are born during spring

Whenever you two spend time with the other guardians, he likes to watch you interact with the people that he considers family, and they're all happy for the both of you

Bunnymund likes to tease Jack about your relationship since both of your seasons are very different, however this usually results in him covered in snow

If you have any little helpers or companions, he loves them and loves to spend time with him and will treat them as if they're his children

If you allow it, he'll even let them join him on his adventures while he brings winter to different parts of the world

He tells you about his sister and how he died protecting her

He likes to go sledding with you and making snowmen with you

Every little while he likes to make a snowball and toss it at you, causing you two to have a snowball fight

He also likes to make flower crowns with you, and he even makes some out of snow and frost and gives them to you

He loves PDA and loves to just hold you and cuddle with you

Whenever you two are cuddling or just being affectionate with each other like holding hands, he always notices how warm you are compared to him and his heart just melts everytime, he loves how warm you are compared to him

He absolutely introduces you to Jamie

He likes to make images of stuff you like on frosted window panes, usually it's your favorite animal, flower, or anything that reminds him of you

He worries about you and is protective of you, even though he knows that you can defend yourself, he can't help but worry a little bit, especially after dealing with Pitch and his past of not being believed in, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to the person he loves

He'll absolutely help you with whatever you need, whether it's helping you stay believed in or even if it's just comforting you or giving you moral support, he's willing to help you however he can

He'll always listen to any of your problems and whenever he sees that you're upset, he'll comfort you, either by cuddling you or by distracting you to get your mind off of whatever you're upset about, even if it's just for a little bit

He likes to ask you questions about the flowers and plants he sees, and loves to watch your eyes light up with glee as you answer his questions. He loves watching you get all excited and passionate

If anybody looks over at him while he's around you, they can't help but notice him looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky

[assortedvillainvault]

thanks for the lovely response!! originally, i rediscovered your account by searching pitch black x reader, so I was wondering if you'd write for him?? How about a pitch who used to terrorize and the scare the living hell out of the reader 🤣 (all in good, fun banter of course!!) And the reader eventually grows used to him and ends up loving his company, but-

one day, out of the blue he just up and disappears! Just like that. The reader gets worried, and it turns out he did it because he thought it would be for the readers own good, because in the end, she's still human. she would still end up passing wayy before him. Now that I think abt it, it sounds a lot like it's more for him than her, actually?? Anyways. Jack frost ends up getting involved somehow and finds out about this, goes to confront pitch who's an absolute miserable mess, and one thing leads to another, and Jack's comment of "wow you're afraid," triggers him somehow and he goes to face the reader who's angry at him, rightfully so, and they make up??

It could be in hcs or whatever format which would be most comfortable for u. Of course, I realize this is a very demanding and long request, so u obviously don't have to do it if it hinders you in any way!! Once again, love you and your writing ❤️❤️ wish you the best

I do indeed write for Pitch! I love this stupid lanky bastard- mostly because you know that behind every interaction there is a 3 part act and a soliloquy of desperation because he lives in a cave and can’t even touch grass without getting weird about it.

Pitch x Reader - Disappearing Act

Pitch you BASTARD.

You missed him so much it ached.

Years of your life he had spent dipping in and out of your nights, scaring the absolute piss out of you well into your twenties.

Slowly though, nightmares that had once been borderline torture became spooky weekly catch ups, his laugh leading you through mortal terror into something...not nice, but tolerable as you slept. You’d while away whole nights chatting, playing, stealing time, and now he just-!

You roll back onto your bed with a scowl, wiping your eyes harshly. He hadn’t shown up in weeks.

Ironically, your nightmares now revolve around his absence, or him being hurt nearby, his voice ringing out in pain through your subconscious maze - but no matter which way you turn you only get further away, your efforts fruitless.

You wake every time to find no trace of black sand, and it makes you want to cry and hit something.

Maybe the conveniently sheepish looking shadow on your bedroom floor, with a shit eating white haired child sat on his back, would be a good target.

“Pitch?! And, uh, who the fuck-”

The white haired child cheerfully waved his shepherd’s crook, and you felt a winter’s brisk breeze gleefully whiz around the room. “Hi! Name’s Jack Frost – nice to meet you – here on boogeyman special delivery service!” He gleefully bonked the staff down and froze Pitch’s arms to the ground with a crackle. Pitches voice ticked into the kind of strangled swearing you’ve only been able to manage when you accidentally got too mushy and turned his sand golden.

Jack skipped to his feet and dived for the window. “He’s got something he wants to saaaayyy!!! Bye bye!” Aaaaand he’s gone in a swirl of snowflakes.

You turn back to the scrabbling form of your longtime headache, still awkwardly stuck to the floor via his hands and forearms. Pitch caught your gaze for a second before turning away, mortified.

You sighed, sitting next to him. “Hello stranger. Been a while.” You plapped your hand on the ice, hissing at the cold as it began to melt a little faster. “...missed you.”

Pitch jerked around, golden eyes wide and oooh, was that guilt? That looked a lot like guilt, but you wouldn’t know given how he normally looked haughtily down at the world via his nose.

He chuckled humourlessly, biting out his answer. “...You shouldn’t.”

Ah. One of those bouts of self pity and needless flagellation was it? Well.

Luckily you’ve developed a longstanding tactic for such events.

You snorted and flopped elegantly on top of him, squishing him down and snuggling in even as he sputtered. “Well. I do. Despite your best efforts.” You poked him in his gaunt ribs, taking full advantage of the fact his hands are stuck to really snuggle in there as the room becomes swallowed in shadow. Good luck escaping with you in limpet mode, Pitch. You figured out ages ago he can’t teleport away if you’re holding onto him.

“C’mon, love.” You squeezed gently. “Talk to me.”

Pitch grumbled and sighed as though opening his mouth was tantamount to the world collapsing around his ears. Your weight on top of him always made his head go fuzzy, and you’re distractingly, stupidly warm.

You wait a little longer. The world doesn’t end when the words quietly come.

[sivyera]

Dating or jealousy hc's for Bunnymund from Rise of the guardians? I love that movie.

sure!

DATING HEADCANONS WITH BUNNYMUND FROM RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

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Bunnymund is a big tease and a huge flirt, so he will constantly be smirking at you, looking up and down and then tease you when you blush on his compliments

he'd always stay behind you or next to you. just in case, you never know when danger will show up

i believe he doesn't really like PDA but he will hold your hand in front of others, maybe a small kiss on the cheek

but when are you alone he'll turn into a huge cuddle bunny. he'll hug you tight so he can protect you and then he'll stroke your hair because it brings him comfort (somehow)

he gets easily jealous when you talk to other men, when it's Jack the one you talk to he'll go feral

i mean he and Jack have some... history, not that he doesn't like him but Jack stills in some way annoy him so

he'd be really happy if you help him with Easter, like painting some eggs and help him organize it

after Easter Holiday he'll probably get really tired so you two will lay down in the bed for the next few days to take a long relaxing break

when you scratch him behind his ear, he'll be over the moon! i mean it, he really REALLY loves it.

he'd let you crave something into the wood of his boomerang if you promise him that it will be something nice

he'll make you your own boomerang and teach you how to throw it, if you'd like otherwise he says that he's strong enough to protect the both of you

North will tease and "provoke" Bunnymund a lot. when North once caught him staring at you for like a few more extra minutes and he laugh and tease Bunnymund the whole week

so from now on Bunnymund is trying not to stare or do anything "extra" romantic around others but he always fails because you are just so beautiful that he cannot help himself but stare

when he means something really seriously like when he says "i love you" to you or when he's making you a promise, he'll always put his forehead on yours (it's like a pinky promise just different)

i believe he has a horrible sweet tooth so if you can bake, you two will make a lot of mess because he'll stand behind you, tasting every ingredient like sugar or chocolate, then the dough and then the finished baked pie

also when he's jealous his ears will go back, like really low down almost on his back and his fur will go spiky

but that happens only with someone really dangerous like Pitch and sometimes when Jack provokes long enough

sometimes he will also stamp his foot when he's jealous to signalize you that he doesn't like the person and when you leave he'll frown at the person and somehow growl at them

the only way how to calm him down is when you kiss his nose or stroke the inside of his ears because his nose and ears are extremely sensitive so when you kiss his nose he will be surprised and it will take him few seconds to process what just happened, same with his ears, if you gently stroke them he'll relax into it

sometimes he gets a bit overprotective and overjealous so you have to have a bit more patience with him, it's not that he doesn't trust you but he's afraid that someone can use to against him like Pitch or that someone will make you uncomfortable

he loves you a lot so he's trying his best

[ciciyup]

Lessons.

cw: nsfw, masturbation, overstimulation, spanking, fingering, blowjob, squirt.

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You had been a peculiar child, a mix of sweetness, shyness, and insatiable curiosity. Unlike other children, who eventually left behind their faith in the extraordinary, you never abandoned your beliefs. You fervently believed in the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy, Santa Claus, and surprisingly, the boogeyman as well. As a child, your nights were a strange and charming game: while others feared the darkness, you ventured into it, looking for a certain figure that you sometimes felt close by. Ever since you noticed a pair of eyes watching you and a certain figure with great height at the end of your bed when the lights went out waiting for you to close your eyes and fall asleep to sow small doses of fear in your dreams, you used to pretend to sleep just to catch it and be able to see it. It was a game they had. When you found it, you approached it with cautious steps and touched the ethereal robe that used to cover it; Your nervous smile lit up the dim light, and he couldn’t help but watch you with curiosity as you wrapped yourself in it like sheets and then ran back to your bed, taking shelter under the covers.

But as you grew up and left behind your childhood fears, your belief remained intact, something that many people at a certain age of adulthood tended to abandon. You no longer feared him; rather, you considered him an almost familiar presence, a shadow that had accompanied you throughout your life. He had become an occasional presence, watching you from the shadows without interfering too much. However, that connection you had shared in your childhood remained, even if it was not always admitted. Now, at university, you had changed a little. Although you were still the same, you had also learned to laugh at things that you had previously taken seriously, as a way of fitting in with your friends.

That afternoon you had gone out to the park with your group of friends, some closer than others, but friends nonetheless. Between lively conversations, the subject of supernatural beings came up. Between laughs, your friends began to joke about the beliefs they used to have before, calling them “kid stuff.”

—It’s silly to believe in them now —one of your friends commented while laughing. You simply smiled weakly, feeling out of place. —But as kids we all had that idea, right? That magic existed and all that.

—And what about the boogeyman? —another boy joked, exaggerating his voice to make it deeper. —Maybe he’s listening to us right now.

Laughter filled the table, and although you joined in at first to hide your discomfort, your laughter wasn’t completely sincere. You ended up laughing genuinely when the jokes took a lighter tone. Even though you knew your friends didn’t mean anything bad, a small part of you felt like you were betraying something very personal by laughing. In the shadows, Pitch was there, watching you with golden eyes filled with amusement and disdain. He’d been nearby all afternoon, intrigued by your interactions and your changes over time. But when he heard you, the same girl who’d played with him and believed in his presence, join in the laughter, something in him stirred. He couldn’t let that little betrayal go.

You came home exhausted that night, flopping onto your bed with a sigh, kicking off your shoes and staring at the ceiling wearily. You barely closed your eyes when you felt an unmistakable chill. Something was wrong. Opening your eyes, you saw him. Standing in the shadows, his tall figure illuminated by the dim moonlight.

—What a lovely evening. Looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself.

You quickly sat up straight, turning your head in his direction, heart pounding. There was Pitch, emerging from the shadows with his elegant demeanor and enigmatic smile.

—Pitch —you murmured, feeling a mix of surprise and slight nervousness as you watched him slowly approach with his movements as fluid as smoke.

—Don’t get me wrong. I’m flattered that you still believe in me. But that little scene with your friends… —Pitch pretended to think, touching his chin. —Laughing at me, even if it’s just to fit in, that doesn’t go unpunished.

—I wasn’t making fun of you —you protested, looking at him and trying to explain your side of the story.

—No? Because from my perspective, it seemed exactly that. —His voice took on a darker tone, though it was still loaded with mockery.

—I wasn’t making fun of you; I was just following the mood —you clarified, trying to defend yourself.

—Excuses. —Pitch moved closer to you, leaning in so far that his face was just a few inches from yours. —Spoiled girls always get what they deserve. —He spoke in a theatrical tone, enjoying the confusion on your face.

Before you could excuse yourself again, Pitch holds you by the waist, placing you face down on his lap after sitting on the edge of the bed, holding you there firmly. You felt your face heat up as he began to lift your skirt up over your hips, revealing your ass. Although you felt embarrassed, there was something else you didn’t want to identify; perhaps it was the brush of his fingertips across your exposed skin or the knowledge that you were under his eye. Pitch raised his hand and brought it straight to his target, giving you a gentle slap firm enough to resonate in the quiet room. It wasn’t painful, but it was clear enough to make you let out a surprised gasp. Pitch continued, administering a few more slaps to your ass, enjoying your reaction, while you couldn’t help but feel indignation and a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Pitch bowed his head once he was done, caressing your ass now with a red mark that would stay there for several minutes. He knew that, despite your apparent anger, you weren’t really upset. If he knew you as well as he thought, you probably would have liked it more than you were willing to admit. It was something you thought too, and it left you grumbling, given the truth of this, but you wouldn't admit it, even if your flushed face and silent actions proved otherwise. Seeing you discreetly move your hips seeking more intimate contact and close your legs tightly, ignoring his gaze, Pitch couldn't help but smile mockingly at this.

—Despite everything, you're still very predictable —he comments as he separates your legs and guides his hand further. —And what is this? —He murmurs, running one of his long fingers over the line of your slit marked by the moisture that was beginning to wet your panties. He moves his hand away from your crotch, rubbing his fingers as he brings them closer to his face to check the slimy moisture between them, then looks at you with disdain. —How pathetic.

With agile hands, he quickly pulls down your panties until they fall to your feet, observing the small, pearly, wet shine that peeked around your area. You let out a squeal as you felt one of his fingers touch your sensitive parts, then bury itself inside. With pitiful slowness, he began to move his finger in and out of your hole, making you sigh in annoyance, which made Pitch smile. He roughly added two fingers, beginning to fuck your pussy with speed and exquisite expertise, making you unconsciously moan as you clung to his knees, almost hugging them. His fingers began to get more and more soaked as he moved them quickly and his thumb rubbed considerably at your clit, noticing how you opened your legs more to feel him deeper. You moaned breathily as he began to hit his fingers against that special spot, making you see stars as you tightened around his fingers and came.

He barely managed to let you enjoy your euphoria enough when he straightened you up to stand, gently pushing you onto the bed, forcing you to stay seated on the tip while he remained in front of you. Your eyes widen with palpable excitement as he releases his cock and grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you closer with clear intentions. Your tongue darts out and sucks on the tip to start, causing Pitch to flick his tongue, quickly pushing his cock to explore your throat; the action causes you to take him in with surprise and let out a small cough, making him laugh. You suck hard as your head bobs up and down taking in his entire cock, nearly dripping onto his tunic with the drool that built up from sucking him; your hands grip his thighs for support with your mouth doing the work.

—That’s it, that’s it, so good —he murmurs as he strokes your head, enjoying the intense heat of your mouth surrounding his phallus, feeling every touch and every suck until he releases his load.

Pulling away from you, he grabs your cheeks, running his fingers over your wet lips and catching the remnants of his cum that escaped, bringing the rest with his fingers into your mouth so you could swallow it all without wasting a single drop. With a sly grin, he pushes your body face down onto the bed; removing your skirt so it wouldn’t get in the way, he positions himself over you and brings his cock to your hole as he spreads your ass cheeks, entering slowly and unhurriedly, enjoying your warmth. Your eyes roll back as he starts fucking you in a good rhythm; his pelvis slapping against your ass like firm slaps; his cock invading your slick pussy mercilessly, going in and out, forming a ring of cream at its base the harder he went. You moaned, hiding your face in the pillow and gripping the headboard of your bed as he kept your ass in the air, fucking you with everything he had, your legs shaking as you felt like you couldn’t keep up for too long. Pitch lets out a quiet gasp at the feeling of how hard you were clenching as you came, but not letting you rest he continues to fuck your walls, keeping your juices inside without letting them out. Rubbing your clit as he still held himself inside giving you everything he had, smiling at the sight of your exhausted and overstimulated image, though you seemed to be holding it in without even saying a single word, wanting more.

Your tired eyes widen as he pulls out of you forcefully and lays you down this time on your back to look at you; grabbing one of your legs he pulls you towards his body, lowering himself on top of you to take his cock inside your pussy again, now a mess with mixtures of your juices, staining the sheets. Your legs wrap around his hips out of instinct as you feel him bury himself in you, and in response he holds onto your hips firmly, showing no mercy as he begins to drill into your pussy again. You raise your arms, trying to grab onto whatever your hands find as Pitch holds you open, rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your hands ball into fists as you grip the sheets tightly and try to move your hips to match his rhythm, feeling your stomach churn, your body searching for something more. The sound of skin slapping against skin was the only thing you could hear in the dark room apart from their voices. Pitch pants in your ear as he hits your spots, burying his nose in your neck after brushing away strands of hair that covered your face and stuck to his sweaty chest. You let out a small cry as you release a stream that wets your belly and his; your vision became blurry and your mouth opened drooling in pure ecstasy. squeezing his cock as you feel the clear liquid wet your sheets beneath your ass, you come undone beneath Pitch as you take it all in. He stops rubbing your clit, then releases long ropes of hot cum that fill you again and make a mess between so many bodily mixtures together. Coming down from your high, Pitch smiles, showing his teeth in an unkind smile, bringing his face close to yours to plant a slow kiss and then grab you by the hair.

—I can still hear you teasing me. Do you think that’s something I can let go? —His deep voice echoed in the room and the sudden grip made you let out a moan. His hand closed around your hair forced you to look at him. —Are you going to learn not to lie again?

—Yes, I promise. —Your voice came out shaky as you tried to recover, still coming down from your euphoria. Pitch smiled, a smile that was anything but reassuring, caressing your face with the tips of his fingers, which made you shudder knowing that nothing would end yet.

—But why risk it? —He murmured. His eyes seemed to shine with an almost hypnotic intensity, smiling at the sight of your expression.

When dawn finally broke through the darkness of the night and the doors of the university opened, as you reached the entrance to meet your friends in a turtleneck sweater, frequent yawns, and a sleepy expression, you attracted curious glances from the group.

—Are you okay? You look exhausted. —One of them asks, raising an eyebrow.

—Yeah, I just didn’t sleep very well last night. —You force a smile, trying to hide any strange traces that could be noticed as if you didn’t already look strange that morning.

—Nightmares? —another asked, laughing softly.

—Not exactly… —you murmur, your thoughts returning to memories of last night. Without thinking too much, you continued firmly:—I really believe in him. The boogeyman.

Your statement was met with incredulous and amused laughter, but without malice; Your friends didn't give it much importance, thinking it was just one of your quirks.

—Well, to each his own. —one of them replied, and soon the conversation turned to another topic.

Hidden from the shadows, Pitch smiled, pleased with your words. Although he didn't show it, he could perceive the subtlety emanating from your face, as if you wanted to play with him indirectly, which intrigued him. For your part, an idea began to form in your mind. There was something addictive about the intensity of his presence, the way he made you feel small and wanted at the same time. Maybe you should push him and make him angry more often.

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🏹 a/n: A few days ago I watched this movie again and I honestly didn't remember the characters like that, so now I have a hyper fixation on Pitch Black. There aren't as many stories about him as I would like so here is my contribution.

—cici🏹

[theladyheroine]

Small ROTG Imagine 🍓

❥ Hi guys! I thought of this little prompt, but I hope you like it! Thank you & enjoy!

Prompt:

Bunny and Tooth secretly hold tea parties or lunch meetings at her palace when they have the time. They’ll eventually switch hosts and Bunny will have them in his Warren.

Sandy tags along sometimes but they haven’t invited North yet because he’ll eat all the food. Jack hasn’t been invited yet because Bunny wants a peaceful time before chaos arrives. 😅

[dragonstar2568]

Personally I like to think that Jack Frost is the snow queens son and nobody knows… so he’s next in line for her crown, and the guardians are just confused on why he shows up in nice clothes every now and then. And he has a little ice fairy that follows him and is supposed to contact the queen when he leaves and stuff but the fairy is just as mischievous as he is !!!!

(I feel like this could work for a lot of his ships like bunny x jack, or hiccup x jack, or whoever you ship him with,like they just find out and are just like whaaaaat???)

(And if you do ship bunny and jack, bunny could be an x Warrior for his people or something so he feels like he should protect him !!!!)

(Or Jack and Hiccup are really close friends (so close everyone thinks there dating) and Jack has a crush on hiccup but thinks he’s not good enough and thinks hiccup likes Astrid!!! plus hiccup is basically a Prince with dragons anyways!!!)

( I may have ranted…..I’m sorry, I just love this idea so much!!!)

[futuristic-disaster]

Hello, people

Just wanted to let you know taht I am, infact, not dead. Anyway. This part's kinda shitty; so...be warned.

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ROTG PART NINE

A long, long time ago...

There was another guardian. A guardian that protected the innocence and gentle mischief of childhood.

However...that rebellious joy was soon vanquished when Pitch Black struck.

Atleast...that's what they thought.

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*Millions of years ago*

Pitch : Mmm...So much power...yet such little control. Your fear...it tempts me.

Y/N : *intense child stare*

Pitch : ... What are you doing?

Y/N : *tears up*

Pitch : Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no. DON'T YOU DARE!

Y/N : *Wails*

Pitch : ...AUTHOR I AM HORRIBKE WITH KIDS! I AM LITERALLY THE BOOGEY MAN!!!

(Author cannot help Pitch at the moment)

Pitch : Fuck, kid-

Pitch : *sighs*

Pitch : ...Wait. Untamed energy. Meaning...if you're trained enough...perhaps you could be of use to me.

Y/N : *sniffles*

Pitch : *crouches down and reaches out a hand*

Pitch : Come here. You will be...what they will come to know as

The Child Of Doom."

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Pitch was a bit OOC, I know.

But bro was a comfort character to me growing up. (Also I dunno how to relate him and the reader in any oyher way. Ideas are apreciated.)

Love,

Yours sincerest,

Moi

[zafirosreverie]

Little North Star (North x f!reader)

It started with the footprints.

You had come home from work, tired and annoyed, only to find a pair of snow boot prints, too large to belong to anyone you knew, especially since you lived alone (deep down, you thought you recognized those footprints, but ignored it for the moment).

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of someone breaking into your house, but upon a quick inspection, you saw that there were no broken windows or forced locks, so you figured maybe someone from the courier had come and not found you and left. Whatever the case, the incident was out of your mind the moment you relaxed in your bathtub.

Then it was the wrapping paper. You hadn't decorated this year, feeling too big and too tired to get into the Christmas spirit. You weren't even going to travel home with your parents to celebrate, even when they lived at the next town, so you hadn't bothered to buy presents or decorate the house.

However, one day you found a bunch of rolls of wrapping paper and boxes with ornaments and lights. For a moment you thought you had gone crazy. You hadn't taken any of this out, it should be in the attic, not the living room. You tried to come up with a logical explanation and ended up convincing yourself that you had probably been too tired to remember bringing these things down from the attic.

Anyway, you found yourself decorating your house two days before Christmas, despite having said you wouldn't. A couple of lights and a tree with ornaments wouldn't hurt anyone, right? Plus, it was a nice way to make the house feel a little warmer and more welcoming.

You tried not to think too much about the little flashes of memories of big hands and a loud, warm laugh visiting you on Christmas Eve. You told yourself that they had just been dreams, and that was what they were.

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Then came the letter.

The night before Christmas Eve, you found a letter in your mailbox with no return address or zip code. It was just adorned in white and red with a little reindeer sticker that said "North Pole." When you opened it, you saw a recipe for cookies that you used to make as a child. They were your favorite to make with your mother for the big man of Christmas.

You smiled a little and assumed that your mother had sent you the letter in an attempt to help you get back into the Christmas spirit, and as you walked through the aisles of the supermarket, looking for the ingredients for the cookies, you couldn't help but remember the afternoons you spent talking to your mother, looking forward to a visit from Santa Claus.

Everything had been easier then, being a little girl whose only concern was to behave well so that she could receive a gift from the big guy in the red suit.

Never stop believing, little North Star.

You gasped a little and had to lean against a soup rack as memories of a man ran through your mind, a big, strong, warm, and cheerful man, who came to visit you every Christmas Eve, while the rest of the world slept.

He used to call you little North Star, and he would tell you stories of his fellow guardians, the tooth fairy, the Easter bunny, the man in the moon, and the Sandman, while his blue eyes, full of wonder and kindness, filled your soul with warmth and security.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself as you went to the registers to pay. Deep down you knew they were just dreams, that it was your imagination as a child…but why did they feel so real?

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It was Christmas Eve, your house was decorated, the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the place, and you were sitting on the carpet, with an open gift box between your legs, your eyes full of tears and a smile too big that hurt. An early gift, the tag said.

For my little North Star to come home -N

It was him. Now you were sure of it.

No one, not even your parents, had known about this. There was one night, when he, North, had brought you a snow globe, made by himself, with a beautiful figure of his sleigh inside. So that you would always remember him, he had said.

At that moment, it had seemed easy to your child's mind to promise that you would never stop believing in Christmas, in magic, in him. But as you grew older, you convinced yourself that it had all been mere dreams, that it had not been real, and one day, you could not find the globe. Over time, you had believed that that had also been a dream, that there had never been such a gift.

And now, here it was again, in your hands.

All the memories began to flow, invading your mind with a strength and warmth you hadn't felt in years. The secret nights with North, when he told you the stories of the world, the secrets of the guardians of childhood.

He had called you his little North Star, because he always came back to you, no matter what. How could you have forgotten that you had been Santa Claus's favorite girl?!

A part of you, the part that had grown up and stopped believing, wanted to keep clinging to the idea that it was all a dream. But the biggest part of you now knew that it wasn't, that it had all been real.

How many years had you wasted, how much time wasted? How many promises had you broken? You had to do something, anything, to let North know that you remembered, that you now believed in him again.

You got up from the ground with a joy and lightness that you hadn't felt since you were a child. The illusion and magic awakening in you again as you smiled like you once had. You called your parents, bought last minute gifts and took the last train back home.

Christmas was not lost after all.

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A warm and thunderous laugh that did not seem from this world, filled your empty house in the middle of the night, while North lay on your couch and ate the cookies you had left for him, reading your letter over and over again.

Thank you, for giving me back the magic, for making me believe again.

"No, thank you, for coming back to me, little North Star" he said to himself, putting the letter in his suit.

[maluustrawberry]

I saw that you are accepting fic requests. Do you write about some DreamWork's characters too? I wanted to request a Pitch Black from the rise of the guardians.

And I wanted to say that I love your work, your fanfiction are very good and I love the way you manage to write the characters so well!!!😭❤️❤️❤️

“My Dear Cupid.”

(Pitch Black X Fem!Reader)

Synopsis: Pitch, better known as the boogeyman, ended up developing a new feeling that he had never felt in all his years, feeling for the new guardian who was your total opposite, for you the guardian of love, the cupid.

A/N: By great coincidence I was watching this film recently. Of course I'm going to write about Dreamworks characters too!! You can ask me, but it will take me a while to make some fanfiction because there are already a lot of requests in front. The next one will be Clopin Trouillefou and Hades from Hercules.

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He hadn't imagined that this could happen, no one had, least of all her, who he thought had deliberately made the enchantment so powerful that it affected the king of nightmares.

That flame and that heat disturbed him. Pitch had never felt that burning in all his millennia of life, but everything changed after his first encounter with the guardian of love, Cupid.

After a meeting of the guardians at the North Pole on the subject of the new guardian, The Man in the Moon determined that the new guardian should destroy Pitch and protect the children, along with the duty of bringing joy to them.

Knowing this information for himself, Pitch decided to face the chosen one personally, after all, a simple cupid couldn't do anything against him; or so he thought.

The blizzard and the intense cold dominated the place, but that didn't bother the bogeyman at all, because everyone knows that cold and fear combine perfectly with each other; leaving only agony and suffering. When he saw a silhouette in the middle of all that snow, he deduced that it might be you and sneaked up from behind to destroy you with just one blow from his scythe, and you wouldn't even know who hit you.

That's when he saw your face. The moment you sensed that you were being pursued, you quickly turned around and aimed your bow and arrow, surprising him and leaving him static in that position holding his scythe.

The two of you stood in silence, staring deeply into each other's eyes. Pitch seemed awestruck by your appearance, not imagining that you looked so angelic and delicate. Seeing you pointing your arrow and looking deeply at him, while the snow from the blizzard stuck to your hair, was a sight worthy of a painting.

It was hard to say what kind of look he was looking at and where the flame that was coming from him was coming from. Pitch wasn't as expressive, but his gaze showed that he had never been as perplexed as he was at that moment; it was one of admiration, and therefore full of disturbance and turmoil.

And you looked at him confused, but also wary. "Why doesn't he just attack me?" You asked yourself, and you couldn't attack him either, you were overcome with trembling and the cause of this was the intense cold. Before you could shoot your arrow, he quickly disappeared, using your shadow, to his advantage, which was close to him. That was so fast that a small gasp of fright escaped his lips. You lost sight of him, but looked around, still holding your arrow and bow tightly in case he appeared by surprise, but no, he was really gone.

That was your little encounter. After that day, his thoughts were dominated by you, appearing in such strong colors that this unknown feeling and the desire to tear you apart grew more and more. Your wings were so delicate, your neck so fragile and graceful that he wanted to squeeze and twist it using just one of his hands.

He removed all the hatred and evil from his heart and recognized that this hatred and evil was only love, which had become terrible things in the heart of the bogeyman, a poisonous, hateful and vicious love that seemed more like an obsession. In all these years it never occurred to him that the guardian of the nightmare, the terror of every child, could fall in love with such a fragile, angelic creature, the complete opposite of him, and therefore one of his enemies, but unfortunately it did.

That's when a thought came to him: you were a cupid, the guardian of love, and you made people fall in love with each other. Could that be? It had to be, there was a great possibility that you had put a spell on him. The fixed idea kept coming back and torturing him, he had to get rid of this doubt in his mind by going to you and putting an end to this agony once and for all.

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You were flying to your temple after several hours of work. Of course bringing couples together was your specialty, but you also worked on preserving the sympathy, innocence and gentleness of children, because love was related to all that too, and your work only worked with the power contained in the substances you put in your arrows.

On the way there, you sensed that something was wrong, and unfortunately your intuition was right. Your temple was being invaded by Pitch's "horses", but they quickly left as a figure, and when you looked a little further, you noticed that they were stealing your arrows and the vials containing the substances. This made you extremely worried because your arrows and those vials were your most important things, they were what made you the cupid and guardian.

When the last creature left your temple as fast as a shadow, you followed it trying to catch up with it as it flew, it was hard to keep up as the nightmare was fast, but you didn't give up for anything, you weren't so focused on catching up with the nightmare that you didn't even remember to call the other guardians to help you.

With that chase, the nightmare took you into a forest and disappeared among the trees, you landed and looked around. The place was totally dark and gray with a certain evil malice, as if there was no life, only melancholy, which made you immediately become defensive and walk among those trees and hold your bow and arrow.

You looked around for that smoky black creature as you entered the forest, until your ears caught the sound of a neigh and you knew it wasn't just any horse. The cupid ran quickly to where the sound was coming from and stopped at the sight of a broken, old bed in a deep hole, getting closer cautiously, a bad energy taking you over more and more and you were slightly startled to hear the neighing again, but this time inside that hole. You had no choice, had to get back what had been stolen from you. So you entered that deep, dark hole, using your wings to land gently without hurting yourself.

As you stepped into the room, you looked around. It was a poorly lit cave, the lights were just a few rays of sunlight that invaded the deep cavern, who knows how many meters you were underground, the cold dominated the place, but it was bearable. You managed to discover Pitch's hideout, but you also wondered whether you would make it out alive or sane. You gathered your courage and decided to explore the place while your guard was still up, but even so, your fear was palpable, and he loved it, little did you know that he savored your fear.

You stood out in that dark, gray place, with your angelic appearance, lively and so delicate, it was obvious that you shouldn't be there, that environment didn't suit you. The negative energy in that place was so strong that it gave you the creeps, and you also felt the sensation of being watched. You just wanted to take what was yours and leave.

As you walked around the place, you could see the large globe with the little lights on, and you came closer to look at it. You knew that each light was a child who believed in you, but how could he have that in his cave? Your thoughts were interrupted by a voice:

“Looking for something?”

When you looked back, you saw only his shadow on the wall and wasted no time in shooting your arrow, but the shadow quickly disappeared, slipping into one of the corridors of that cave and you followed him, but lost sight of him when you reached that dimly lit corridor:

“Put the arrow down, dear. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you.” His voice echoed around, in that calm tone of his that could put a child to sleep.

“Afraid? I'm not afraid of you.” You said, still holding your bow and arrow, looking around and turning quickly to look for any sign of him.

“Don't lie cupid, my specialty is understanding people's fears...” Then he stepped out of the shadows, standing in front of you with that smile on his face as he looked you up and down. “...just as you can understand love, but don't seem to understand when it comes from a certain person...”

The bogeyman walked quietly around you, and you couldn't take your eyes off him as aimed the arrow. Both of your hearts were beating fast at the presence of the other, but for different reasons, yours being of fear, but his being of love and eagerness to put his hands on you, if only for the slightest touch.

“Give me back what you stole from me.” You said commandingly. “You don't need my things.”

“Don't you see that I did this just to bring you to me?” He asked seriously and stopped walking.

“And what do you want from me?”

As you asked this, a small smile formed on his lips and he disappeared back into the darkness behind him. You quickly followed him and as you passed through the darkness you felt like you had been teleported to another corner of the cave. He was toying with you, you were desperate, feeling lost and wondering how you got there. You dropped your guard and felt the bow being quickly taken from your hands, one of his horses had picked it up and carried it away, now leaving you unarmed:

“I just need some answers on a specific matter that's been bothering me for days.” You heard his voice echoing again and his shadow walked around the corners of the wall as he explained. “I've never felt a feeling like this in all these years, I feel weak and anxious when it comes to you, but at the same time it's such a pleasant warmth and delicious anxiety when you're around.... Oh! My cupid... What have you done?”

He asked with a sigh. You were confused and stunned by this information, you knew exactly what he was describing and what that feeling was. He was in love with you? But how?...

“My spell doesn't work on myself, I can't make someone fall in love with me. I didn't even know you could fall in love...”

You said as you took slow steps backwards, suddenly you felt a presence at your back and a shiver ran through your body as you felt two icy hands on your shoulders and a whisper close to your ear:

“We seem to have discovered something together. So why would I, the bogeyman, be in love with you, such a delicate cupid who is the complete opposite of me?”

The sensation of the king of nightmares' icy touch on your warm skin brought a small thermal shock to both of them, his presence so close exuded a very strong negative energy, but at the same time transformed it into a pleasurable adrenaline and fear. His question made you quiet and also thoughtful:

“Did that leave you speechless, love?” he asked, speaking close to your ear while his hands rubbed your shoulders and squeezed them lightly, making him inhale deeply as he felt satisfied and relaxed at finally being able to feel you and satisfy his curiosity about what it was like to touch your soft skin.

“I don't know what to say... I can only say that we don't decide who we fall in love with, it's impossible to control the desires of the heart. And I can't undo that since it wasn't my spell, it was natural.”

“I confess I wanted you to undo that...” He explained as one of his hands left your shoulder and went to your waist, bringing you closer to him until your back and wings brushed against his chest. “It made me so weak, but I changed my mind when I realized how good this feeling was, but also how torturous... It's an almost addictive sensation, and so new.”

As he spoke close to your neck with the sensation of his lips almost touching your sensitive skin, your attention went to his hand, which was on your shoulder and slowly descending, tracing its way down your skin, to your elbow and arriving at your small and delicate hand. His long, slender fingers intertwined with yours, and the energy of that touch gave you a different sensation, of course there was no good energy coming from Pitch, but somehow you felt a warm, protective feeling, therefore of great danger and you felt the same anxiety.

Your gaze shifted from your entwined hands to his face, your heart softening as you saw the way he looked at you, revealing the deep burning desire in his eyes. For the first time you discovered that there was love in the eyes of the king of nightmares. But you were uncertain, he was your enemy, you couldn't trust the man who was as treacherous as a snake, and besides, what would your friends think of that? You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a small laugh from him:

“I don't understand love, but there's something that leads me to believe that we were meant for each other. It's evident from the mere contact of our hands.” He spoke in a calm, enveloping voice as he lightly squeezed your waist and caressed your hand. That's when you pulled away and faced him, and he felt an emptiness at that.

“I can't.” You said thoughtfully and with a hint of sadness, this couldn't happen, you were a guardian and you were supposed to protect the children from the bogeyman. Unfortunately he was right, however wrong it was, it seemed certain that you were soul mates. That smile wouldn't leave his face.

“You're afraid of giving yourself to me, afraid of finding out what the other guardians will think, afraid of disappointing them.” The taller man approached you and grabbed your chin, lifting your face, forcing you to face him once more. “Am I right, my cupid?”

“But my goal is to destroy you.”

Holding your chin firmly, he moved even closer, and you stared into the deep golden eyes that were fixed on your lips. That man's ability to bewitch you and influence you to give in was remarkable, and it was practically impossible to resist after so many looks, touches and closeness... He was bewitching you like a snake that grabs its prey so cautiously to strike next:

“You already destroy me completely just by your presence... Don't you see that I'm totally at your mercy, darling? You have me in the palm of your hand.”

Cupid, which was you, felt almost as if you were being seduced into opening Pandora's box, about to unlock the doors to dangerous territory with no turning back. It was slowly turning into a game of pride and hesitation. Their faces were so close that you could feel them both breathing, a chill went through his stomach and he felt his cheeks start to heat up. Before you could say anything, you were surprised by his kiss on your red lips, breaking the distance and forcing you to give in to your hidden desires. Your eyes widened in surprise at the bogeyman's audacity, but you returned the kiss after closing your eyes.

While you were kissing with such fervor, Pitch slid his hand around your waist, drawing you close to him, joining your bodies, while his other hand went up to the back of your neck, gently pulling your hair. This made you moan involuntarily during the kiss, at which point he took the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. Pitch held you so close to his body that he seemed to have waited years for this moment, he was desperate to feel you, your body, your lips and hear your sweet moans. You had never experienced a kiss like this, it was so needy, possessive and deep, you felt as if you were the only creature that mattered to him and his most valuable possession, and indeed, you were.

He interrupted the kiss, both of you panting, trying to catch your breath, you realized you were wrong that it was over when he started kissing your neck, distributing light bites and sucking on the sensitive, soft skin of the cupid, marking it like an animal marking territory. Your wings fluttered softly as you felt his cool fingers caressing them and his knee sliding between your legs, teasing you. Knowing he wanted to push the limits, you pushed him away from your neck, and your hands rested on his chest as your eyes met:

“That can't happen again...” He laughed when you said this and gradually let go of your arms and pulled away, feeling the flaming trail of your palm on his chest.

“Deny it all you want, I know you'll come back again and we'll have lots of dates like this, love.” The taller man removed the small lock of hair from your face. “You know where my hideout is, just visit me.”

That man knew very well how to manipulate someone, especially a creature as sentimental and romantic as you. He magically took your little bow and arrow from his back and handed it to you, and as soon as you took it you looked at him doubtfully:

“Until another day, my cupid.”

As he said this he snapped his fingers and suddenly you no longer felt the ground around your feet and you fell into that darkness, desperately trying to find a position to fly to, but as soon as you did you were teleported back to your temple, specifically into your bedroom and fell onto your bed. You were breathing heavily from the adrenaline and the unexpected fright, so you sat on the bed thinking about what had happened and running your hand through your hair.

Your enemy had just declared his feelings to you, given himself to you completely, and then kissed you and you gave in to that temptation. Taking a deep breath, you wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling empty for having stopped such bold caresses.

When you got out of bed, confused by your feelings, you wondered what your next meeting would be like, if it would be the same and if you should give in next time, or if there would be a next time. And as you looked in the mirror you also wondered how you were going to hide those marks on your neck from your guardian friends...

End...

[multifandombookstore]

THIS WAS WAS CUTE STOP

One Step Back

Jack Frost x Reader | ☁️ + ☔ + 🌠 | 7.7k | Grim Reaper!Reader

Warning: mentions of death, lots of angst

You quietly sat there, staring at the chess pieces deep in thought. The occasional breeze caused the slight creaking noises from the metal décor in the dimly lit space.

Something about the silence brought you a sense of a comfort. Compared to the cries of despair that had recently filled your ears, sitting in front of a very slow strategy game was something you preferred.

“Going to just stare at the pieces all day?”

The deep voice caused you to look up at the yellow coloured eyes that pierced into your own (E/C) eyes, you merely shrugged.

“Perhaps.”

“Not all of us have time to spare,” he responded.

“Time is irrelevant when you’re immortal,” you commented. You rested your chin on your palm as you looked straight into his eyes. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t have the time.”

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[razzlerdazzler]

Valentine's Day Snippet

A/N: Hello, happy Valentine's day! This is just a small snippet of a request sent to me by @missferxani I'm sorry it's taking me so long to finish it. In the latest post I said I'd show more progress of the requests instead of leavng you guys in the dark about them so I figured I'd post this beginning part to see what you think about it. Please feel free to let me know if I made him ooc, and feel free to send me any critiques you can think of. Again, I'm sorry it's taking so long and I hope you like it. :)

Pairing: Bunnymund X Cupid Reader

Summary: Bunnymund is nervous about confessing his feelings and the guardians help him

The North pole seemed to be busy as always. Yetis rushing to get work done, while the elves ran amok doing...maintenance, bunny could only assume as they ran around with tools. The weather outside the workshop was snowy as always, and the fire in the fireplace only seemed to burn brighter the longer he looked at it. Today was one of the guardians annual meetings. Normally they didn't see each other often but after what happened with Pitch, they all decided it was probably better to keep in touch more often now. Which is what led them all to be here now...well almost everyone. You hadn't arrived yet. He can only assume it's because you were busy bringing love to the world. The thought of that alone is enough to bring a smile to his face.

"You alright?" a light voice suddenly asks, bringing him out of his thoughts. He glances over to whoever's talking to him and sees Tooth looking at him a little bit worried. "Sorry, what was that?" He asks, the question causes her to look at him with even more concern, and he can hear her wings flutter faster as she continues to hover near him. "I asked you if you were okay, you've been staring at the fire for a while and haven't really said anything." His eyes widened as he glanced back at North's fireplace before looking back at Tooth again. Did he really space out for that long?

Bunnymund chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed that he got caught. "Sorry, guess I was spacing out." Tooth continues to look at him with a little bit of concern and opens her mouth, about to say something before a new deep Russian voice suddenly pipes into their conversation. "Tooth is right bunny, this is not like you at all. Normally you join our conversations or you bicker with Jack, but I haven't heard much from you since you got here. Is something bothering you?" North asks him as he walks over to them.

He glances at North and Tooth and he can tell they're both worried about him. "I've just got some stuff on my mind, that's all. Nothing to be worried about." He tries to reassure them. "More like someone." Somebody remarks and he turns his head to glare at Jack who's leaning against his staff a few feet away next to Sandy. A knowing and teasing grin on his face. Bunny can feel his face start to heat up with a blush at the comment and he glowers back at the winter spirit. "Stay out of this frostbite."

"Who could he be thinking about that would cause him to act like this?" North asks Jack and before he has a chance to speak, Bunny quickly answers. "Look it's not important who I was thinking about mate-" North cuts him off, an eager smile on his face. "Aha! So you were thinking about someone, come on Bunny who is it? You can tell us." Bunny can feel the heat on his face finally reach his ears as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he realizes his slip up. "I-um," he tries to think of a way to get out of this hole he just duge for himself but he's unable to come up with anyting on the spot. Thankfully, Tooth seems to notice his predicament and quickly chimes in, giving him a soft smile. "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to bunny," she reassures him. He glances over at her and gives her a thankful smile, glad that she's trying to give him an opening out of this situation he's put himself in. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. He should come clean, it's only fair that they know who's been on his mind this whole time.

"No you're right, I-I was thinking about somebody." He pauses, he can feel their eyes on him, waiting for him to tell them who, which is only causing him to get more flustered. He crosses his arms over his chest. "I-It's Y/N," he confesses. The room goes silent, the only noise coming from the elves and yetis as they work. He finally gets the courage to glance around the group and everybody looks shocked, well everyone except for one. Jack has a large smirk on his face, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. The sight of it only makes him feel more embarrassed as he waits to hear what the others think.

The silence is broken as North laughs. The loud boisterous laughter making him feel even more embarrassed than he already was. "I knew it!" North proudly exclaims as he looks at Tooth and Sandy who were also smiling at the pooka knowingly. Their reactions only added to the whirlwhind of emotions he was feeling. At first it was nervousness and embarrassment from being caught, but now surprise and confusion were added to the mix. Was it really that obvious? He knew Jack had already figured it out but everyone else? Did they really know this whole time?

His brows furrow and he raises his hands, the confusion obvious on his face. "What do you mean you knew?!" He asks them incredulously. North only smiles at him, and proudly pats his stomach, "I felt it in my belly." He looks at North in disbelief before he pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger and lets out an exasperated sigh, "not this again." He looks back towards Tooth and Sandy, "did you two know about this as well?" Sandy just smiles and shrugs while Tooth has a bashful smile on her face. "We had our suspicions."

Bunny sighs and rubs a hand over his face, all this time he thought he was successfully hiding his crush on you, and yet the other knew. Does that mean you know too? He feels his blood run cold at that thought and he looks at the others, "does Y/N know?" Jack just smiles at the question and gives him a teasing smile. "Relax, she doesn't even have a clue that you like her kangaroo."

He feels relief at the news and lets out a sigh as he allows himself to relax a little. He decides to not bring up the annoying nickname as Jack continues to talk. "Besides, you should just tell them how you feel, I mean it's pretty obvious that they like you back." North smiles and nods and looks at Bunny. "He's got a point." Bunny sighs at that and runs a hand over his face. He knows that he can't win this argument so he finally says, "It's not that I don't want to, It's just that-" He pauses, thinking about his next words carefully. "What if tell them and they reject me? I mean I'm fine with rejection, it's just that what if everything gets awkward between us after that. Even worse, what if they don't want to still be friends with me after that? I can't put our friendship on the line like that. Besides...I don't even know how to confess." His voice weakens into a mumble at the end of his rant as he voices his concerns to the group. To be honest it felt good to finally be able to talk to the others about all of these pent up thoughts and emotions and finally be able to get them off his chest.

Tooth smiles gently at him and puts a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "Bunny, this is Y/N we're talking about. You know they would never do that, and besides we'll help you." He smiles at her, thankful for her reassurance. North suddenly speaks up again, "Tooth is right, we'll help you confess your feelings for Y/N. After all we're guardians, what can't we do?!" He says as he proudly looks around the group. Sandy smiles and nods, a thumbs up made of sand appears over his head. Jack nods as well as he leans on his staff and looks around the group, "count me in." Bunny smiles at the group, thankfully, grateful for his friends. "Thanks guys, I'm gonna need all the help I can get with this."

"Help with what?" A new, familiar voice suddenly pipes into the conversation, causing his heart to speed up and he feels his face get warm again when he turns around and sees you standing a couple of feet away from the group. You smile as you look at the group questioningly, as he quickly tries to rack his brain for an excuse. "H-help with Easter preparations. I'm a little behind this year." He narrowly comes up with an excuse and he silently hopes that you believe him as he gives you a small embarrassed smile. Thankfully, you seem to believe him as your smile widens and your expression becomes excited. "Sounds fun, mind if I join in?" He smiles at that and nods as his heart flutters at your thoughtfulness. "O-of course, I'd be more than happy to have you." He says as you both look at each other. The sound of someone clearing their throat breaks the moment as you and bunny look away from each other and towards North who smiles at the group. "Now that everyone's here, let's get down to business."

[summerwriting]

I’m hyper fixating on rise of the guardians at the moment and I just found this old drawing of my oc and Jack Frost I’m thinking I’m going to do some fun fanfics of them at some point but I’m going to finish the stories im working on first 

[monimccoythings]

Small!Bunnymund Headcanons

Watched Rise of the Guardians again last night. So good, very underrated movie, yet I think it's for the best, otherwise DreamWorks would have found a way to overexploit it and fuck it up. Might re-read the books later. I remember really liking Pitch Black and Toothiana (she's so pretty!) when I was younger, but now... Oh now, hearing Hugh Jackman out of a rabbit...

This is also a personal reminder that I WANT A PET RABBIT, but my apartment doesn't allow pets.

Tags: gn! reader, fun size Bunnymund, mostly platonic, but if you want to interpret it as some cute first meeting pre-relationship go for it.

You actually found him in an alleyway at night. You had been out partying with your friends and heard some calls for help.

When you got there with a broken pipe ready to beat the shit out of the assaulter, you didn't expect to find that some trapped rabbit was actually the one calling for help.

He warns you to stay back and something something about being fierce and well trained in all martial arts, meanwhile you were wondering if you didn't have too much to drink because holy shit that rabbit is actually talking and you understand him.

When he realizes that you are dumbly nodding to all he's saying he's stunned too because yeah, you're an adult and you cannot only see him but also hear him.

It doesn't take long to convince him to let you take him to your home. It's cold, it's dark, and the streets are a dangerous place for a little bunny. He's still wary of you, though.

When you wake up the next morning, and find him flopped on a pillow you start selectively remembering some things about the night before. And then he talks. And sober you freaks out.

So, yeah, now you live with a talking rabbit who says he's the Easter Bunny. And you believe him without questioning. He's a talking rabbit who are you to argue with him.

He's not sure what got him shrunk to that size, since children still believe in him. But he senses that there may be some external force that keeps blocking him from accessing his powers.

During the day, while you go to work, he stays home. From the very beginning you try to give him as much a accomodations as someone his size could need.

You are not sure what to feed him, tbh. On one hand, he's a magical being; on the other, he is a rabbit, and rabbits are known for their very delicate digestive systems.

Bunnymund looks at the pellets as if they were a crime against God. "Ain't eating that, mate". You know you can't just give him a carrot for each meal in that state. Too sugary and dangerous, so you manage to bargain with him to eat the pellets and have some carrot for dessert.

He's toilet trained THANK GOD. You don't need to make this more weird than it already is. But you decide to keep the litterbox just in case...

He likes to keep himself busy and in shape while you're away. He trains his speed, endurance and hopping prowess around your studio. Just because he's smaller now doesn't mean Easter has been canceled, he needs to step up his game. (From your security cameras' point of view he's just binkying and zooming around the room lol)

Occasionally you take him out for walks, you feel guilty about having him cooped up inside your apartment for most of the day, he deserves to have some fresh air from time to time.

You live in a big city and big cities are dangerous for little bunnies, too many dogs, cars, and people. When you two go out, you carry him in a bag strapped to your chest. He finds the whole ordeal embarrassing and won't hesitate to complain the entire trip. Hey, if he has a better idea, you're dying to hear him out.

Very reluctant to being scratched, he is the bloody Easter Bunny for God's sake, not some domestic rabbit. But when you absentmindedly pet him, he allows it, though he tries very hard to not show how much he's enjoying it.

Teeth. Purrs. He makes them. He'll argue that he doesn't but you know you aren't imagining things. Not with the way he's flopped against your side.

Late night talks. If you didn't have to work the next day you could spend the entire night talking to each other. As you two soon found out, nobody else could understand Bunnymund like you did, unless they were, of course, children.

He tells you all about his species, the pookas. How they vanished one day, no, how Pitch Black, the actual and very real Boogeyman, exterminated them, leaving him the sole survivor of his race. Sometimes you think you hear some pain and sorrow in his voice, but you don't press further.

You talk about your life, your job, your family and friends; about how after so many years of hard work you came to live here. And he listens, he is actually a good listener and converser.

You don't know how fate managed to string you together, but you're grateful. It makes your days less lonely. And you are very determined to help him get back his powers and return back to normal.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | ROTG - Pitch x Listener SFW Pitch Wants You To Stay With Him

[M4A] [Feelings confession] [Jealous] [Possessive]

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