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Snowflake

Jack Frost x Reader

Prompt: Hi there! I saw you wrote for Jack Frost and was hoping to request a Jack Frost x reader imagine for Soulmate au the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks and the marks glow when you’re near your soulmate.

Note: LOVE THIS CONCEPTTTTT. I was scrolling through requests and this one REALLY spoke to me. Haven’t written for Jack in a while, but I love the boy. And, as always, you know I love a good soulmate au.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.9k

You were proud of your soulmark. You really were. How could you not be? After all, it represented not only your future, but the person you were destined to spend the rest of your life with, whoever that was. It also happened to be in a really cool shape: a gorgeous snowflake etched into your wrist. You found yourself staring at it a lot, sketching it in the corners of your papers for school, sketching it on everything, really.

It only made sense that winter became your aesthetic. You had sweaters and sweaters covered in snowflakes, you had snowflake earrings, snowflake rings, snowflake necklaces and notebooks and pencil toppers. You loved winter and the coziness the cold season brought. You loved bundling up in cute scarves and boots and jackets and hats, you loved drinking hot cocoa and decking the house out in decorations and going ice skating with friends.

It was your freshman year in college and you still hadn’t found whoever your snowflake was supposed to lead you to, and once the snow started falling, you couldn’t help but hope that maybe, this was the year it was supposed to happen. This was the winter that would matter.

You were on your way back to the freshman housing from the university library the first time you felt what you called a spark. A cold gust of wind blew past you and when it did, you felt your mark jolt. You stopped in your tracks, snow gently falling all around you. You heart was racing and you stood there frozen, unfamiliar with the feeling that had just coursed through you all at once, intense and sudden.

Curious, you pulled up your sleeve to look down at your snowflake. Flickers of light shimmered before fading away to nothing. You looked around, but the courtyard was empty. There was no one even near you, and no one had been a few seconds earlier.

Weird.

You walked the rest of the way home, flinching at every noise, looking around for people at ever turn, and checking your wrist every once in a while just to be sure. The further you walked, you were sure you had imagined it, and yet, nothing that vivid could possibly be a figment of your imagination. Right?

Classes continued, new layers of snow came down every few days, covering the campus in its sparkling beauty. The window of your dorm room was covered in a thick layer of ice, thoroughly frosted and cold to the touch. You’d look at it sometimes while laying on your bed, tracing your soulmark with the tip of your finger absently. Your heart raced when you thought of the moment you’d finally felt something, only for it to slip away just as quickly.

Maybe it was a glitch in the system, you reasoned. But…maybe it wasn’t…

***

About a week later, you were out walking the campus with some friends. It was the weekend, and you were out to grab a bite to eat. After lunch, the three of you went outside to fool around in the snow. Together, you started assembling a snowman, packing the snow together and rolling three giant snowballs to form his body.

Once you had him built and stuck some sticks in his sides to be arms, you bent down and packed a snowball in your hands, a mischievous grin slowly stretching across your face. Then, you straightened up and threw it at your closest friend, making her giggle before racing to make her own. In seconds, a snowball fight broke out.

While you were playing around in the snow, you felt the feeling again and you froze, standing completely still as the now-familiar chill pulsed in your wrist. A snowball exploded across your chest, your friends laughing before they realized something was wrong.

You rolled up your sleeve to look at your mark, and this time, instead of disappearing flickers of light, the entire mark was lit, but faintly. You gasped, staring at it for a long time, your heart racing. Finally, you remembered to look around. As it was a weekend, there were a lot of people roaming around, but none of them seemed to be affected in the way you were, and when you looked back down at the mark, the light had gone out.

“H-holy shit…” You whispered, heart still racing and fingers trembling.

“Do you want to look around?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. The three of you wandered around campus, monitoring your wrist like it was a GPS, but no matter how far you looked, it didn’t light up again. Weird, you decided. A little deflated, you returned to your dorm and took off your jacket and gloves and climbed up onto your bed, getting out some homework to work on before Monday reared its ugly head.

You put in your earbuds and started grinding through your Stats homework, and then when you were done, you pulled out a sketchbook and started drawing snowflakes. When you finally looked up at your window, there was a snowflake traced there. The same one that was on your wrist, tingling ever so slightly, little pinpricks of light dancing around the mark like pixie dust.

Your heart raced. Your room was on the fourth floor. There was no way someone could just…be outside your window tracing that there. Something didn’t quite…line up. It was really starting to freak you out a little.

Maybe…maybe your soulmate was a ghost…

***

You endured another week of classes, the occasional tingling on your wrist, but aside from that, nothing weird had happened that pertained to the snowflake permanently etched into your skin. You did, however, find yourself dreaming about it almost every single night.

When Friday finally rolled around, instead of going to a party with some friends, you grabbed your ice skates (you’d found them at a thrift store a few years back and they’d served you well) and headed to the little ice rink they’d set up in one of the courtyards of campus. There were a few people there, the traffic was pretty low, as it usually was on Friday nights when people were out partying. It was a more popular place on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. But no, you liked to go to this place on Friday nights, especially when there was a lot on your mind, and boy, was there ever.

You skated around for a while in the cold, snow falling gently all around. The sun set and one by one, the stars started to appear. As they did, and the streetlights came on, slowly, the people who were there skating started to leave until finally, you were the only one left circling around the rink.

Eventually, after a few more lonely laps, you stopped in the middle of the rink and just stared up at the sky, at the big fluffy snowflakes drifting down, and at the bright full moon shining down on you.

And in that quiet moment, you felt another patch of tingles on your wrist. You gasped and your breath fogged up in front of you in a puff of steam that floated up into the chilly night air. Moving carefully, you reached for your sleeve and tugged it higher, so you could see the mark. The light escalated from starry little dots to the full mark glowing faintly at first. You looked around you into the emptiness surrounding you and then back down at the mark, which was steadily growing brighter.

“H-hello?” You called out shakily, looking for some sign of someone there, but there was no one. The campus was empty this late at night when everyone else was inside in the warmth. Quieter, you asked, “Are you there?”

You did not expect a reply, but you did get one. It was faint, a wintry whisper, his voice deeper than you expected, shaking like he was as nervous as you felt. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

You immediately slipped and fell back onto the ice, sitting there in shock. You stared into the air in front of you, where you’d heard the voice. His voice. It was impossible and you knew that, and yet, your mark was glowing brighter than it ever had before.

“Who are you?” You asked, blinking up at the empty space before adding, “Where are you?”

The voice gasped. “Y-you can hear me?!” He sounded surprised. Before you could reply, he popped into existence right in front of you, crouched down so he was on your level. “C-can…” He paused, looking down before looking right into your eyes with his icy blue eyes. “Can you see me?”

“Now I can.” Your voice shook. You laughed in disbelief. He did too.

He reached forward with his hand, his wrist glowing as brightly as yours was. He was tentative, as if he wouldn’t be able to touch you, like his hand would go right through yours, but you reached up and pressed your hand against his. Your wrists were shining as bright as LEDs, blinding almost. His hand was large and cold, his skin as pale as the snow falling around you, his hair so blonde it was white.

His fingers intertwined with yours and he let out a long breath, staring at you. He smiled slowly, tears welling in those blue, blue eyes. “I’m Jack. Frost.” He introduced, your hand still tightly in his.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You laughed, shaking your head. This was not happening. “Why did I have a feeling you would say that?”

He chuckled and shrugged. “I’ve been told I look like a Jack Frost.”

You laughed at that, admiring him for a long time before he finally helped you up off of the ice. You wobbled on nervous legs, but he held you steady.

“Woah, easy there…” He whispered. “I’ve got you.”

Your arms wound around his shoulders. The height boost your skates gave you made you about eye level with him. “How long have you been…around here?”

“The last few weeks…” He admitted. “I was flying by and…well,” he motioned to his wrist, “something finally felt different.” He paused, looking down. “I’m so sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I’ve been looking everywhere. And then you had classes and I—”

“It’s okay.” You shook your head, a hand reaching up to touch his cheek. He melted against your touch, leaning into the warmth of your palm. “You’re here now.”

“I’m here now.” He repeated, nodding. Tears welled up in his eyes once again and he inhaled a shaking breath. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Sorry I took so long.” You apologized.

“Don’t be sorry.” He shook his head. His expression softened, his eyes locked on your lips for a moment before he started leaning in. You met him halfway, relishing in the cold but pleasant feeling, tingles running from your mark up your arm and then down your spine. This was right. This was how it was meant to be. When you pulled apart, he finally whispered, “You were worth every minute.”

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Hanzo and the Booty Shorts

*snorts about her own shitty title* Forgive me.

So yeah. This turned out WAAAAY different than I planned. Super different. Went from a tough gal who would call Hanzo out, to a gal who’s feeling real awkward about the team seeing her practically undressed. Such is my brain. Anywho, still liked this and I hope you will too. 

Female reader insert, 2,800ish words (CAUSE OMFG I CAN’T KEEP ANYTHING SHORT), no warnings I can think of. 

The base at Gibraltar was technically up and running, but it wasn’t exactly running at full speed. An old friend and colleague of yours had asked you to join the recall in her place about two months ago – which you proudly did – but in that time the power had gone out three times, all of the refrigerators had given out, and the roof had sprouted umpteen leaks. Overwatch was great, it really was, but holy shit did this place need some updating.

When you woke up only a few hours after heading to bed, the first thing you noticed was how tired you still were. Then you realized the heat, the oppressive, overwhelming heat. Usually, your room was on the cold side no matter how often you fiddled with the thermostat, so your bed was a mess of blankets and quilts, all of which were now kicked aside. The top sheet was the only covering you had left, and it was drenched in sweat. You groaned and rolled over miserably.

An alarm started blaring just as you were contemplating stripping down to your underwear. You jolted up and tried to blink the sleep from your eyes.

“There has been a security breach in the laboratory, all agents to respond,” Athena called over the intercom. Protocol training kicked in, and you grabbed your weapon before sprinting into the hallway. Winston, Lena, Genji, Angela, and Zenyatta were already there when you ran in.

“Don’t panic,” Winston said as you approached, “it’s just a technical glitch. The heater is all sorts of messed up, and now some of the other systems are overheating. I don’t know which yet, but as soon as I do I’ll get the alarm to turn off and – ”

“What the hell is it now,” Torbjorn snarled as he huffed his way into the room behind Reinhardt who was stretching, looking thoroughly bored. McCree came in with a with his gun in one hand and hat in the other.

“Heater’s broken,” Lena explained, “shit’s all hot and breaking.” You’d never seen her so grumpy – guess she didn’t like being woken up either.

Hanzo was surprisingly the last to arrive. He was always so fast and attentive you couldn’t help but wonder what caused the delay. He had a deep frown furrowing his brow and looked almost overly ready to fight.

The whole mess of Overwatch members were all huddled around Winston’s computer before long, going over diagnostics and throwing out guesses as to what the problem might be. A clear division was being carved out between you all – those who had to be nose deep in the issue, and those who were content to watch from the sidelines. You were tired, hot, and knew nothing about HVAC systems, so you found yourself settled toward the rear of the group, all but silent. Torb, being as short as he was, was soon pushed to the back as well, but he was much more upset about it than you were.

“Let me through you bastards,” he barked, getting up on his toes in an effort to see. “I’m the engineer here! It’s not like Angela here has any idea what’s going on.”

“Excuse me,” the blonde doctor seethed, shooting him an icy glare.

“Oh whatever,” Torbjorn grumped, crossing his arm and giving the world a side eye. He suddenly seemed to notice that he was standing right next to your bare legs. He snorted and looked up at you with a mischievous look.

You squirmed, wishing you were wearing something other than short shorts, a bralette, and a tee shirt. “What,” you asked awkwardly.

“There’s this new thing called ‘shaving,’ kid, maybe you should give it a try,” he laughed.

In a split second your cheeks were bright red, and you were mortified. Everyone turned to look at your prickly legs, and you just wanted to curl up and disappear. Your wits came back to you after a moment and you glowered down at Torbjorn. “There’s this new thing called ‘being a mammal,’ old man. Humans have hair. It’s a thing. Maybe don’t try to shame people for something that’s totally natural.” As tough and strong as you sounded, on the inside, you were still embarrassed as fuck and had frustrated tears stinging your eyes.

Torbjorn, however, got the message nonetheless and looked at you with wide eyes. “Sorry, missy, my bad,” he stammered putting his hands up. Reinhardt burst out laughing and McCree snickered. You turned away from everyone’s stares and plopped down on a nearby workbench, cursing the sound your mostly bare thighs made as they hit the firm metal surface. There was a collective clearing of awkward throats as the others went back to work.

After another minute or two, the alarm stopped blaring, but the root of the problem hadn’t been fixed. The vents were still pumping out a terribly hot breeze. You were all camped out in the lab, waiting, half an hour later. Angela insisted everyone stay just in case an actual emergency ensued. Although, most the team would probably be useless by now. McCree was passed out on the floor with his hat over his face and half a boner sticking up from his loose pj pants. Rein was snoring impossibly loudly, leaning against the wall. Lena, Angela, Torbjorn, and Winston were all still huddled around the computer screens, more bickering than working together at this point. Zen was floating about peacefully, as usual, but no longer trying to calm the tension in the room. Genji and Hanzo were standing side by side whispering about something that had Hanzo’s head in his hand. “What a night,” you mumbled groggily.

At least you got to see Hanzo with a completely bare chest, you thought. Then instantly scolded yourself. It was proving almost impossible not to gawk his shapely torso. But, maybe just one more little peek. A tiny one. Just to see if he still had that delightful annoyed look on his face.

Without meaning to, your eyes met Hanzo’s the moment your head turned. Either this was one hell of a coincidence, or he was already watching you. Your face went red all over again and you instantly went back to staring forward, but not before you saw Hanzo’s shoulder’s twitch as you made eye contact.

Fan-fucking-tastic, now he was judging your slinky, messy pajamas, bed head, and unmanicured legs, too. The one man you really didn’t want seeing you like this. You crossed your arms under your heavy chest and slumped. Of course the underboob sweat was strong. Of course! Your face couldn’t get more flushed.

Much to your dismay, footsteps were coming your way, and you let out a small sigh.

“May I join you,” Genji asked brightly. He seemed awfully chipper, considering the circumstances.

“Sure,” you said hesitantly. He took a seat next to you, sitting closer than you were expecting. A small frown crossed your face.

“I have a favor to ask,” the younger Shimada said quietly, leaning toward your ear. There was still a respectful distance between you, but only barely.

You looked around the room in confusion. The two of you weren’t in danger of eavesdropping, but you followed Genji’s lead. “What’s up,” you whispered back.

He snickered and you couldn’t help but smile at the devious sound. You had never seen him like this – not all poised and controlled. It was equal parts amusing and worrying. “Would you, by any chance, pretend that I am telling you an impossibly embarrassing story about my brother?”

“Um,” you said making a face, “what?” You glanced at Hanzo and saw that he was watching the two of you very carefully.

“Yes,” Genji laughed, “just like that! Just keep smiling and looking over at him. Perfect.”

The amount of joy in Genji’s voice was infectious and you grinned. “I’ll keep it up on one condition,” you said.

“Of course,” he said nodding giddily.

“Tell me why you’re doing this,” you chucked, “it’s not like you to start shit, at least, I didn’t think that was your style.”

He shrugged, “What can I say – he is my big brother. I have to pester him at least a bit. Especially on the important things.”

“Important things,” you repeated, totally lost.

“Just humor me,” Genji said softly, “I think it will be worth your while.”

You eyed Hanzo again. He had his head tucked down by his shoulders like some grumpy turtle, glowering at his little brother. It was funny as hell and a giggle sputtered from your lips. “I’m in,” you smirked.

Genji’s cyber suit let out an excited puff of steam as he scooted a tiny bit closer and began muttering random noises at you as you nodded slowly. You kept smiling wider and wider, stealing little glimpses of Hanzo as the older brother began to fume.

Dear god it was so funny to see him like this, and you felt so bad for not feeling more guilty. But look at his face! All squished in anger with the top of his undercut splayed all over his handsome features.

“Now gasp and act like we just got to the good part,” Genji encouraged you, almost losing his control and collapsing into fits of laughter.

You did as instructed and let your jaw go lax, straightening your back as if stunned. “No,” you said loudly enough for Hanzo to hear, but not enough to draw unwanted attention from the others. Genji started hacking, coughing from trying to stifle his amusement.

“No! Him,” you scoffed playfully, gesturing right to Hanzo.

And that was the breaking point. Hanzo came storming over to you like a dark cloud on the horizon: silent and threatening. Shit. Maybe you’d gone too far.

“That is enough,” Hanzo growled at his brother.

“Would you like me to stop,” Genji asked innocently.

“Yes,” Hanzo spat.

“Then make me,” Genji challenged. “Someone ought to be over here keeping this lovely woman company, are you volunteering?

Hanzo was the one blushing this time, and you were shocked. You hadn’t thought him capable of such a thing. “I,” he stammered, “no! But that is no reason to be over here doing  . . . whatever it is you’re doing.”

“We were swapping amusing stories is all,” Genji said in a gentle tone. “The first one that came to mind just happened to be about you.”

“What did you tell her,” Hanzo hissed.

“Oh nothing too bad,” Genji chuckled, “but do you remember that time our mother got us all dressed up for that charity banquet where – ”

Something akin to terror crossed Hanzo’s face and a wave of pity assaulted your heart. “Hanzo,” you said gently, “he didn’t tell me anything about a banquet, it was just a joke.”

The older Shimada scowled again, this time at you and much less intimidatingly. “A joke?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “We were faking it. Genji was just mumbling gibberish in my ear while I pretended he was saying something scandalous.”

Hanzo looked utterly flabbergasted as he slowly realized he’d been pranked. “I – but – why?! Well, I know why you did it,” he said waving a hand at his brother, “but why did you play along?”

The vaguely pained look he was giving you was agony. You felt awful, shrinking into your seat. “He said it was important . . .” you said weakly.

With a loud groan, Hanzo shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “You are nothing if not determined, Genji,” he said pursing his lips.

“I am only as determined as you are stubborn,” Genji replied, standing up. “Do not make me interfere again or I’ll tell her about our first meeting with the elders when you – ”

“Enough,” Hanzo barked, literally shoving Genji away from you. It was oddly nice to see them acting like normal brothers.

“So you want to tell me what the big deal here is,” you asked Hanzo, “why Genji just had to torture you like that?”

A red tint began to fill Hanzo’s cheeks again as he sat beside you. “He was trying to force me to talk to you,” he said timidly.

“Talk to me,” you laughed, “about what?”

He let out an exasperated noise and let his head fall back. “I believe he wanted me to be more  . . . forward in my feelings toward you.”

You grew very still looked to Hanzo in disbelief. “Um, what?”

Hanzo took a deep breath and rubbed his neck. “I – I have always been rather fond of you. There is something about the way you smile so easily, the way your laugh is either so light and soft or so loud and powerful, the way your sympathetic eyes convey so much emotion so freely – you captivate me, so much it's proving problematic. I find myself unable to focus on anything other than you at times.”

The happy flutters in your heart and stomach were almost too much. “Really? You mean that?” He nodded, looking right at you with such intensity that your breath hitched. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

He puffed out a harsh noise. “There are almost too many reasons to count. I am a severely flawed individual, you must know that. Not to mention the age gap, my lack of social skills, our current situation in Overwatch, and the fact that you could do much, much better than me. You are astronomically out of my league.”

“Oh good lord,” you groaned, swiveling so your knees almost bumped his. “I hate to have to tell you this, but I’m not perfect either. Far from it. And your social skills aren’t that bad, you just . . . need some practice. As could I. Snapping at Torb earlier was not my best option,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut as you reprimanded yourself.

“Torbjorn should have kept his comment to himself,” Hanzo said lowly, angrily, “your reaction was justified.”

“I appreciate the solidarity,” you giggled, “but what I’m trying to say is that I’m not ‘out of your league.’ Not even remotely. Besides, have you seen yourself? You’re fucking stunning.”

Your plainly- spoken compliment made a proud smirk creep up on Hanzo’s face. “Thank you,” he said graciously.

“Look,” you said, inching a little closer, “I’ve always liked you too, Hanzo, but I never would have imagined you felt the same. I told myself all the same things you did: that we were too busy, that you wouldn’t want me, that you’d probably be better of with someone else, but that never stopped me from thinking about you. Now that I know you’re interested in me too, there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep ignoring how flustered I get when I’m around you.”

Hanzo’s head tilted to the left as he gave you a fond smile. “Nor can I.”

The two of you began to chat more idly, the conversation full of light flirting and relaxed laughter until a question came into your mind.

“Wait,” you said thoughtfully, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything you like,” Hanzo said.

“Why did Genji make you confess now? What made tonight special?”

He was flushed yet again, suddenly unable to look at you. “No reason.”

“Uh-huh,” you said doubtfully, giving him a determined look until he cracked.

“My brother may have caught me staring at you rather inappropriately,” Hanzo confessed quietly. “I know that is a shameful thing to do but – ”

You clamped your hands over your mouth to stifle a loud laugh. “You what?!” He hid his face behind his hand and slumped forward. You leaned closer to him, curiosity getting the better of you. “You were ogling me?! Where?”

Hanzo frowned at you. “You want me to elaborate on my lewd behavior?”

“I mean,” you said sheepishly, “yes? Call it vanity or something. It’s been a long time since someone looked at me like that.”

“There is no way that is true for a woman as beautiful as you,” Hanzo said with a flat face. He believed what he said, and you were more than flattered.

“You’re sweet,” you murmured, brushing the hair from your face. “Now fess up, where were you staring?”

He gave you a quick once over and swallowed hard. “I’ve never been a fan of tight, sporty shorts like that until now,” he said, struggling against a smirk.

You sputtered out a laugh and buckled over onto your knees. “I’m glad I could help you change your mind then.”

“I suddenly find myself much more appreciative of V-neck shirts as well,” he chuckled, biting his lip as he eyed your chest. The moment you waved your hand at him he looked away though, coughing out a meager, “Sorry.”

“Well I suppose I’ll forgive you since I’ve been fawning over your pecs for the last hour,” you giggled.

He snorted out one rough ‘ha’ and grinned. “Is that so?”

The next night you were hot and sticky all over again, but not because the heater was broken. You and Hanzo had decided to make up for lost time.

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