#yandere Jack Frost

[pipsqueaks89934]

December 7th: Jack Frost/Frost

Warnings: destroyed snowman, Yandere stuff

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Frost had been getting everywhere on your car, on the grass, and even on the fucking window. You didn't know why there was so much frost all around you, at this point, it could be considered snow because of how much there was. As you left your house so you could get something for breakfast, since there was no food in your house, you walked to your car and noticed that there was a huge thing of frost on your windows and windshield. You went to make a smiley face on your driver's side window but when you touched the window you felt a cold hand gently grab your wrist. Before you had time to process and freak out you saw someone beside you looking at you through the window. You quickly looked to your right but you didn't see anyone standing there unlike what you saw in the window just a few seconds earlier, the ice-cold hand never leaving your wrist. You looked back at the window and there stood the same man who was there the first time you saw him.

“Who are you?” you asked him but no response came.

A few seconds later the man disappeared and the feeling of his cold hand left your wrist and in its place was a blue and white charm bracelet.

What the heck was that?

You got in your car and started driving to a food place to get breakfast. On the ride there you thought you could be imagining it but that wouldn't explain the bracelet. After that day you kept seeing this mystery man and weird things would be left in his wake like jewelry, charms, small trinkets, and other things of that sort. Even if the things he leaves you are interesting and cool he does weird things too like destroying the snowman you made or making the frost on your car so bad that you can't leave.

At least I don't have to put up with this during the summer months!

You thought as you looked at yet another destroyed snowman.

[yandere-toons]

Someone: *says something rude about the reader*

Yandere: You talk a lot of shit for someone who's house is so flamable.

Characters that have this vibe:

Patrick Hockstetter

Kai (Ninjago)

Tom Lucitor

Bridgit Pike | Firefly

Iblis (Blue Exorcist)

Smaug

Matthew Patel

Deadpool | Wade Wilson

Godzilla

Hades (Hercules 1997)

Snotlout Jorgenson + His Monstrous Nightmare Hookfang

Ruffnut & Tuffnut Thorston

Zuko

Jesse Gemstone

Lili Zanotto

Red Son (Monkie Kid)

Eric Cartman

Mr Piranha

Vaas Montenegro

Coriolanus Snow

Lord Garmadon

Roger the Alien

Stewie Griffin

Negaduck | Jim Starling

Bender Bending Rodríguez

Rocket Raccoon

Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzo

Rin Okumura

Five Hargreeves

The Joker

Shelby Brothers

Rob (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Lili Zanotto

Judge Claude Frollo

Mushu

Daemon Targaryen

Joffrey "for someone whose head is so cuttable" Baratheon

Sheldon J. Plankton

Bowser

Emperor Zurg

Emperor Nefarious

Handsome Jack

Trevor Philips

Gremlins

Bakugou Katsuki (early on)

Dabi

Duncan (Total Drama)

Heather (Total Drama)

Honourable Mentions:

Gru + Minions, Vector (Despicable Me), Megamind (when he was villainous), Doctor Nefarious, Gyro Gearloose and Technical Boy would consider arson too lowbrow. In their tech-savvy minds, shrink rays, piranha guns, dehydration guns, atomisation, robot and clone armies and breaking every bone in the person's body all send the correct message.

"Why settle for a house?" wonders most iterations of the Doctor (Doctor Who). "Why not drop them on some desolate planet or in some hostile universe where they die over and over again?" Bill Cipher seconds this notion.

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians) would freeze the doors and ice the floors and windows, effectively creating a giant icebox as fires cannot stay burning in his presence.

Dark Helmet, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux and Darth Vader would vaporise the person's house (and planet to boot) from space. If the person was off-world at the time, those who are Force or Schwartz users will proceed to Force-choke or laser the person even after they have lost everything.

Scar (The Lion King) would arrange an accident that is tragically and unavoidably fatal while Shenzi, Banzai and Ed would maul the person in full view of a crowd.

Gaz Membrane is constantly rude to anyone who dares to be her obsession, but if anyone else tries the same rudeness, they will pay. Zim and the two main Tallest also have shades of this.

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil 5 era): Look, another test subject for Uroboros has presented itself.

Urdnot Wrex, Grunt (Mass Effect 2) and Wolverine/Logan are not the burn-your-house-down types. It would be too easy for the person to learn nothing from the experience, such as how much they should be afraid of running their mouth to the wrong stranger in the future. These three will knock the person out before they even finish the sentence.

Yzma has exactly the right potion for this human flea, except that she adds an extra four or so steps to the plan.

Lord Hater invades the scoundrel's home planet with the support of Commander Peepers and his army of Watchdogs, or he may blast the world to smithereens with a laser.

Lord Dominator delights in crushing this pest's home world with her drill and making them watch every life on it come to an end.

Marvin the Martian said it best: "Be polite, or I'll vaporise you."

[lavina-arts]

Me after joining yandere games fandom;

[ketketstaber123]

A Horrible Post. I should be ashamed.

(Y’all remember this base? Please tell me it’s creator so I can credit them properly)

[peachyys-posts]

Basically the guardians with y/n

Bunnymund: (points at y/n crying on the kitchen floor) who did this

The guardians:…..

Sandman: *points at pitch black*

Bunnymund:*attacks pitch black*

Pitch black: HOLY SHIT

[helpfandom]

platonic yandere Jack Frost and runaway teen reader

@yanderefangirl

How interesting... He mutters to himself, not expecting a response from you. It's not often that he sees a run-away. But it's when you reply back, that he's more interested. After all, it's even rarer to see someone believe in him, much less someone who's a teen!

This is what makes him intrigued, what makes him obsessed. He pretends to be normal, to not be a spirit. And so, he leads you to his hideout under the guise of another run-away. Of course, you can't stay like that [in the outdoors next to the spirit of winter], but neither of you realize that until it's almost a little too late.

He doesn't realize that humans can't stay next to a cold source while outdoors in winter, but he does realize that he can't let the only person who has been able to see him in most of his time as a spirit slip away from his fingers, not when he has them in his cold hands.

So, he asks for help, what should he do? What can he do to make sure that the one person he can actually talk to about 'Normal' things is okay? That they won't suffer the same fate that he did of death?? However, no one can answer him. If anything, they admonish his behaviour, sadness apparent on Frost's face as he realizes that none of his 'Friends' will help him. However someone is willing to help...

However since this is not a team-up, he refuses the offer from Pitchiner Black and refuses to let him around his new friend, fearing what he may do to manipulate them.

So he slowly creates a new world, a new area for him and his friend to play in! A new winter wonderland where they can runaway, even if they can't escape.

[jackfrostvn]

Is Jack Frost a yandere?

This is a question I have asked myself a lot since first creating the game. In the beginning, I would have said no- jack is not a yandere. But after developing his character more I have decided that he does fall into a certain category of yandere (if loosely) which would be the submissive type. The type of person to do anything for the person they love even if it means destroying themselves in the process- so no, he is not the traditional yandere, he does not kill anyone for the mc (unless pushed to the absolute extreme) and he is aware (for the most part) of what is right and wrong and deters from doing anything to upset the MC.

I have also seen a lot of people who play the game to think it is a (traditional) yandere game and I’m hesitant to put the yandere tag on the itch page because I do not want to mislead people. Jack is complex character, he has a lot of flaws and depending on your choices will affect his ending in the game.

I want people to enjoy the game- and I hope my weird explanation for Jack’s character makes sense and clears the air :)

So- is Jack a Yandere?

To an extent— yes.

[dustysanses]

Yandere furry

[monstrouslyobsessed]

(jack) frost in the glass window

—alone on the expedition, with your shelter buried in the snow, you couldn’t help but think you were far from being alone.

—a/n: the edit on the maze commission is taking a minute so...i finished another very old thing while yall wait!! this is very tame, more on creepy atmosphere than anything, but still, hope you enjoy anyway~<3 i tried to incorporate all the common lore as i can in this piece too.

—tw / tags: gn reader, isolation, haunted, implied confinement, reader is in an existing relationship, implied kidnapping, implied teratophilia(?), implied exophilia(?), general yandere themes(?), long post, sfw.

—featured character(s): jack frost? (implied)

“Alright,” you sighed, suppressing the urge to grimace as your partner donned a mask and secured shaded goggles. You could hear the ecstatic sled dogs blaring their songs, their yowls resonating throughout the vast, untouched sea of snow. “I don’t see why we couldn’t wait for another day for the supply run.”

Your partner’s name tasted slightly sour with your irritation.

The weather forecast had been quite clear about the coming blizzard. For your partner to leave now was not an idea you could agree with, fearing for their life.

Nor were you comfortable being alone, in the middle of the nowhere tundra. This cabin always felt so oppressive, small, in ways you couldn’t describe. It was as if there were presences much larger than just you, your partner, and the dogs—and you couldn’t see them beyond the shadowy horizon of trees and snow.

“Maybe, but we’re running out,” your partner tossed a thumb over their shoulder toward the still-closed door, where the dogs were still howling, “of their food. There ain’t no hunt around I can get for ‘em either.”

You finally allowed a grimace to wash over your face.

Before you could argue, your partner yanked on the last glove and gave you a long look. “If I don’t go tomorrow, those stinkers won’t have enough energy for the full run—and I won’t be able to come home with a full supply for another month. You know how ridiculous their metabolisms are.”

Shit.

No matter how much you wanted to protest their decision, they were right. It would be gambling with not only the dogs’ lives, but yours and your partner’s as well. But, staying here alone was not an idea you wanted to entertain either.

“Maybe I should go with you—” you tried, but your partner interrupted you with a shake of their head.

“No. If something goes wrong out there with me and the dogs, we won’t have enough supplies for both of us. Here, there’s enough to last you a couple of weeks. I just need you to hold down the fort,”

At the wrinkles in your crossed face, they sighed, straightened their insulated jacket, and tapped your face. You turned your chin out of their reach and they tutted, lowering their thickly gloved hand. “The dogs and I will be back before you know it, babe. Alright? Everything will be fine—and I’ll keep the radio with me.”

You huffed, before your tension softened. With yet another sigh, you closed in and readjusted your partner’s mask. “Sorry. You know I just don’t like being alone in this weird cabin.”

They laughed, grasping your hands to their lips. “That again? It’s just an old homesteader’s cabin. The family that used to live here, were a bunch of homebodies who never bothered no one.”

“Yeah, those ‘bunch of homebodies’ got a bunch of weird rumors from the locals, you know. Something about missing kids.” You grumbled in reply, leaning into their warmth with a resigned slump.

“Rumors are rumors. Just be happy we got a nice roof over our heads for this expedition.” They reminded you kindly. Retreating from your presence at the sound of one dog’s near-screeching demand, your partner tugged you into a hug and pressed their cheek against yours with a mumble, “You’re a trooper, I know you’ll be fine. I’ll call you when I get to the point B and loaded up with the goods, okay?”

It was hard to agree, but you weren’t ignorant to the urgency. With a sudden pang of unease, you relented and huffed, “You better be safe and come back to me in one piece.”

They chuckled at your grumble and crossed their heart with a near-mocking promise.

You smacked them for their attitude, but it was enough to upturn your lips a little.

Just like that, you stood in front of a fogged window, watching your partner start the sled dogs with a confident shout and steer them through the snowy landscape. You remained until they were no longer dots on the horizon and your shoulders sagged. Already the cabin felt darker, with every shadow seemingly creeping ever so closer to you.

Shivering from the chill, you shook off the residues of your disappointment and decided to pursue brewing your favorite hot beverage for comfort. Stocking the fireplace with more wood wasn’t a chore you were keen on doing right now, but any distraction was better than dwelling on how creepy this place was. You rubbed your hands and resigned to yourself to being alone for gods only knows how many days before your partner and the dogs returned.

“I’m an adult,” you tried boasting up your confidence, to ignore whatever entity that continued to haunt this old cabin. “I’ll be fine.”

You were being silly, the feeling of constantly being watched wouldn’t make sense in such an icy, isolated land. There were no other living souls else out there in the immediate proximity for miles around. It was probably a hungry predator eying you like a meal.

If that was the case, you already had several guns nearby for self-defense.

But it wouldn’t explain the feeling within the very building itself—

You shook yourself out of that train of thought, realizing you were overworking your imagination again.

You needed your hot drink.

Bundled up in nothing but layers of blankets, you sat before the crackling fireplace and flipped through your book.

Yet, you couldn’t seem to absorb a single printed word off any page. Every letter you read blurred together in a jumbled, black mess. Your brain was in chaos, riding high on anxiety you couldn’t let go of.

You couldn’t stop your knee from bouncing and your hands from trembling. Your blood ran hot and your ears rang loudly from the eerie silence. Your throat hurt—

Abandoning your book to a nearby table, you tightened your cocoon and grimaced at how hot you felt—yet your exposed face was so cold, even with the fireplace roaring a mere several feet away. You felt helplessly alone.

Checking the grandfather clock not too far away for the umpteenth time, you buried your face against your knees in defeat. It was getting dark—and pacing around and trying to fruitlessly distract yourself as the blizzard rattled the cabin, had only helped in feeding the anxiety.

Reading was a futile endeavor, with you hyper-alert to each howling wind that passed over the roof and some distant wails, doubtlessly from some lonely arctic animal.

…You hoped they were from those animals and not some yeti-like creatures from the unknown depths of the frozen wasteland. It would be far too silly to believe otherwise, but you feverishly prayed anyway. Nothing more than your imagination acting out from sheer loneliness.

Utterly freezing, you scooted a little closer to the fire and rubbed your hands and feet, desperate for some heat to calm your shivering nerves.

The shadows crept closer.

You remained fixated to the fire, imagining yourself and your partner on vacation in some warm country, perhaps relaxing on a beach on a sunny, cloudless day. Not a speck of white snow in sight.

Absently, you plotted to guilt your partner into finishing the job early, mentally outlining how you would get your way. Schemes formed. Imaginary debates followed, maybe ending in deals and offers to sweeten the proposals.

...Anything to ignore the darkness looming ever so closer with every breath.

Then something fluttered.

You whipped around, your sudden movement tumbling layers of thick quilts off your shoulders. They piled up on the rug around you.

“Just some wind,” you said to yourself, not quite convinced that it could move the window curtains like so from inside the cabin. They were heavy, designed to prevent snow blindness, especially in the early morning.

There were certainly no wind inside the house either.

Shaking your head, desperately trying to curb your growing anxiety, you turned back to the fire and pulled the blankets back over your shoulders. You hastily reassured yourself, “Just a trick of the light,”

That was all it was.

Maybe you should just go straight to bed, you decided. But, it was almost impossible to sleep when it was so bitterly cold.

Still, neither was it good for you to be inducing yourself in the state of panic over the littlest thing, just because you were lonely and trapped in the middle of the white nowhere.

“Bedtime it is,” you sighed, roughening some ashes around the roaring fire to bank it. There were few other choices otherwise, and you were reluctant to extinguish the fire when it was colder than hell itself.

Gathering your quilts around you, their hefty weights nearly pulling you down to the floor, you marched to your bedroom like some kind of caped idiot. Your shoulders started to ache a little, but you refused to release your cherish blankets, ignoring your age. You walked past a window, minding the knickknacks in your path and mentally complaining about how crippled you’d felt as you got older.

You paused.

“Huh?” You turned, twisting in your quilts as you leaned back to the window.

Your brows furrowed in annoyance at the sight of the opened curtains. Clenching the thick fabric, you grumbled, “I didn’t open this.”

You jerked them close, not willing to suffer a case of snow blindness the first thing in the morning—

Your screams swelled, but it couldn’t leave your throat as you refused to acknowledge what you saw. Your mind was loud, screaming like the symphony of the sled dogs, but you forced yourself to maintain a mask. You just needed to go to bed.

You didn’t see a pair of wide eyes staring down at you from the top panes of the window, through a fine dusting of frost. You didn’t catch a glimpse of something very tall standing waist deep in the snow, unmoving even against the raging blizzard. It simply didn’t exist.

Just a trick of the light from the fire.

The shadows in the cabin drew closer as you retreated to your bed.

It got colder.

In the distance, you heard the fire flicker out to its last ember.

You tried not to shove yourself under your bed, pretending that everything was normal. Tucking yourself under your quilts, you curled within yourself, and closed your eyes, bidding for a peaceful sleep.

You did not see the white fog of your breath escaping your lips.

Icy fingers curled over your biceps through the layers of quilts.

You forced yourself to pretend, suppressing the growing urge to whimper deep in your throat.

“You cannot hide from winter—for I am the cold you cannot escape from, my dear.”

Your partner will inevitably come home to an empty cabin, with every inch covered in fine frost inside.

—end.

[ssecond-hand-faith]

Can you all stop being so god damn TALL!?

[ryliesthings]

Peter: who ate my pizza rolls.

Dachabo: ask tate you know he ate them with his fat ass.

Tate: now who the fuck is you talking to bitch and first of all I’m lactose intolerant. And secondly use your brain pizza rolls have cheese and cheese has milk dumbass

Dachabo: bitch do you want to fight because I am not scared to fight yo fat ass!

Elias: you know his fat ass gonna sit on you.

Doe: I know you ain’t calling my best friend fat. Didn’t your ex kill you!

Elias: boy shut you bitch ass the fuck up.

Jack: all of you motherfuckin prepubescent bitches can shut tf up!

Monika: what’s going on in here why is everyone screaming?

Micah: someone ate peters pizza rolls and he’s making a big ass deal about it.

Peter: you can shut the fuck up before I slap the piercing out of your tongue bitch.

Micah: I’m not finna waste my damn time on yo ass stop talking to me.

Ayano: bruh y’all giving me a fucking headache! (Y/n) ate them by accident!

Y/n: yeah I did. My bad.

Peter: it’s okay darling.

Jack: okay now go back into your pigsty of room you Emo depressed lookin ass bitch.

Peter: I’m not finna fight a goddamn ghost.

They fought

[mariahyanderes]

Yanderes·

Yanderes reacting you sick

John Doe-

He would be in doubt what that was but after you tell him He would understand that you are sick he would try to help

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Maison Talo

He would already know that you are sick But he wouldn't pay much attention to it but when he has time he'll take care of you

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Tk

Think of a baby he would take care of you I would spend the whole time spoiling and caring for you, he would take vacations to take care of you

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Peter

He would be like TK but a little more nervous but he still won't stop teasing you

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Tate frost

He would also take care of you he would make chicken soup for you very warm

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Sunny Day Jack

He would be more very very very worried about you he would ask if you are ok all the time

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Tk is not yandere, I just put it :]

[b-00-biez]

What are some of the most interesting Yandere games you've played? Do you have a few recommendations? Please and thank you 🥺💕

The yandere games I've played were Sunny day Jack, John doe, My dear hatchet man, My boyfriend etc. It's really hard to name all of them since there's so many but honestly most of them are in itch. io you can play it there and download it on PC but some of them are playable right on the website. Just search the genre visual novel then romance and there're a bunch more games you can play right there beware though some have 18+ themes depending on the ending you got all the games I highly recommend are in the hashtags go check it out!

[ketketstaber123]

Who do you choose as your date?

(Ps. I hate the name Hector and Peter. Ugly ass names.)

[mellsfern]

Sum Jack from @jackfrostvn and my OC Riley. She would def be a wild child even if she is a pink girl at heart. Also she would fall so fast for the "stranger" caring for her wounds.

[thevanillerose]

ICY | YANDERE!JACK FROST x READER | RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators. Content Warnings: Unhealthy relationship | Murder | Stockholm Syndrome A/N: NOSTALGIA. Remember this movie? Remember the chokehold it had on Tumblr? "Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons", baby! This is absolutely a childhood crush I've kept alive, and since it's winter-time it's ideal to post this! It's yandere though, and as I was re-reading it (I wrote it a while back) I was a little shook at how dark it got! I mean...'murder' is literally one of the content warnings, so... So...you've been warned. Happy Holidays! ♡

Freezing.

You were so damn cold...it hurt.

“J-Jack...I-I'm sorry...p...p-please stop--!”

It wasn't just thanks to the wide open window to your room. It was thanks to the boy who had left it that way, and who was now perched on the bottom board of your bed, crouching on his haunches with his arms resting atop his thighs and an undeniably smug expression.

He knew he had the upper hand here. With little effort, just a wave of his staff, he had turned your once heated upstairs bedroom into a frigid nightmare, colder than even the white-laden landscape of the suburbs outside. You were sitting stiffly and shakily on the top of your sheets. You could feel the frost on top of your nails. Every vein in your body felt like solid glass.

Why was Jack doing this to you? Why couldn't he accept that you had other friends in your life besides him?

“But I'm the only friend you need, [Y/N].”

Of course. You couldn't forget the day he joined in the snowball fight (enchanting those who couldn't see him, a.k.a everyone but you) and only ended up getting aggressive. When you chastised him for it afterwards, he'd told you that. Naturally, you hadn't been able to understand his point of view, so at the time you had brushed off his comment like dusting snowflakes off your shoulder.

Now though...he wasn't allowing you that option. Without a choice, you just had to oblige him...or you'd freeze to death.

“...” Jack let out a sigh, his icy breath creating no cloud in the air as he tilted his head and observed your shivering form. When you were all huddled up like that you looked like nothing but a child, miniscule against the expanse of your bed. His own shadow was cast across you, making him look far bigger for it. Here he had the upper hand, and it had been as simple as clambering in through your bedroom window while you were asleep.

Of course, he'd taken some time to do a little extra work downstairs before though. Just as...added incentive.

About time he dropped the ice bomb, so to speak.

“...It's simple, sweetheart. If you want to make sure I don't suspend you in a block of ice tonight and keep you that way forever, I suggest you go along with my request. All you have to do is come with me. Come with me and you'll never have to worry about you or your friends getting hurt.”

He rested his cheek on his knuckle and gazed at you lovingly.

“After all, I won't have any reason to be angry after I get what I want.”

Nothing he said boded well. Besides, how could he expect you to just up and abandon your whole life here in favor of flying away to some wintry Neverland? Sorry but, Antarctica was hardly Hawaii.

“I-I can't go with you Jack! Y-y-you know that! I...I live here...e-everything I know is here. M...my...f-family-”

“Family? Family? Hahaha~!” Jack let out a boyish laugh, and suddenly hopped off the edge of your bed, walking instead to the door and pulling it open. You stared out into the darkened stairwell.

“If you still think your family are holding you back, why don't you take a look downstairs?”

Swallowing uneasily, you got up after a moment and walked out reluctantly into the hallway. As soon as you stepped onto the landing after him, you noted that the carpet was crisp with crystals of ice, and with a sharp shudder you spotted that the stairs were almost lethally slick.

“Wh...what-?”

“Don't worry. Here, I'll carry you.”

Without warning, Jack's blue sleeve wrapped around your middle, and you gasped with fright as he leapt up with you and soared down to the lower floor. Clinging to him until it was over, which was only briefly, you immediately pushed away and stumbled into the kitchen.

“M-Mom!? Dad-”

Your own cries for them were cut off by the shocking sight that soon unveiled itself. As you clumsily skated on your bare feet across the linoleum, you caught yourself on the edge of the island counter just in time, and stared across to the other side of it.

They must have been having some late night hot chocolate and chatting. They'd probably intended to bring you some too, before they had been frozen in place together, your father mid conversation, the mug fallen from your mother's hand and still floating in a column of blue, with a cascade of now petrified liquid spewing forth from the rim. Her mouth ajar, it said it all.

“AHHH!!!”

You let out a horrible scream and dropped to your knees, clutching both temples as you stared up at their corpses. You could only assume they were dead. How could someone turn into a literal winter statue and yet somehow survive from it?

Jack tutted and approached from behind, wrapping both arms around your limp and sobbing form so he could lift you up against him. Your head fell back towards his chest, so his lips neatly met your ear when he spoke:

“You've alerted the neighbors now. Thanks for the excuse.”

Wasting no time, he rushed out of there, and he took you with him...

…

When you had envisaged Jack's Antarctica, you had thought of nothing but a colorless, pallid plateau, upon which nothing existed but snow and ice. It was...somewhat like that...but to give Jack credit, he'd made a home among the wilderness.

A large, glassy castle, not dissimilar to something the Snow Queen herself might have lived in, stood out upon the horizon. You could vaguely remember your surprise when you first saw it there, but the days following your arrival had all started to melt together, the tragedy of losing your family having left you totally bewildered...and almost hollow.

He took advantage of that. Given who he was, the impish fellow proved to be a master of manipulation, and you basically became putty in his hands over time. It wasn't like you could leave this place without his help, so you started to become used to living here. When Jack brought you hot chocolate that somehow didn't melt the mug it was poured in, you found yourself feeling genuinely grateful. Frigid as it was, you grew used to the place. It started to feel cozy.

“I considered taking you to the North Pole before, but things went a little sour between me and the other Guardians. We don't exactly see eye to eye anymore, so I do my own thing now. Isn't that better though?”

He smirked down at you devilishly, as he entered your room and sat down on the edge of your new bed, the whole set-up just a sterile imitation of what you'd had before.

“Yes Jack...” you uttered emptily, and drank a little. When a drop of it traced down your chin you barely seemed to notice, but he did, reaching out to wipe it with his thumb, before leaning in and giving you a tender kiss on the lips. Even his kisses had started to taste sweet lately.

He pulled back, and gazed at you knowingly.

“We're going to stay here forever. Frozen in time...”

His ice blue eyes were all you could see.

“Just you and I...”

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