Just One Winter (Jack Frost X Reader) Ch. 6

Just One Winter

(A/N) YAY! Another chapter! Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed and commented. All the positive feedback really motivates me to write faster. A special thanks to my betas, nuttyspace (from Deviant Art), and katherine0301 (also from Deviant Art, and fanfiction .net)

Key: (y/n) = your name. (e/c) = eye colour. (h/l) = hair length. (f/n) = friends name. (bf/n) = best friends name. (f/c) = favourite colour. (y/o) = years old.

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The snow fell around the two of you so peacefully. You look up to the sky and smile brightly. You could feel the pure joy on your face.

The moment seemed to go on forever.

You turned to look at Jack, still smiling.

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him. “How do you do it?”

Jack smiles back at you, glad that he was able to bring such joy to your face.

“Well, I guess I have to give you some back story,” he says, and the two of you continue walking to the coffee shop.

“So, I used to be human, a long time ago. A really long time ago. I had a family, and a little sister. One day I took her ice skating on the lake near my family’s house. I should have known better. It was too early in the winter for the lake to be fully frozen. So while we were out there, it began to crack around my sister.”

You arrive at the café, and you motion for Jack to take a pause in his story for just a minute.

You order your favourite hot beverage, and pay quickly. In less than 3 minutes, you were back outside in the snow, and Jack continued.

“So the ice started cracking, and I knew that she didn’t have enough practice to know how to get away. I tried to keep her calm by telling her that we were just going to play a game. She was so scared, but I was able to grab her with this old thing,” he gestures to his stick-thing that he used earlier to make it snow, “and pull her away. But in the process, I was moved closer to the breaking ice, and before I knew what was happening, I fell through.”

You look up at him with concern, and take his hand in yours. You give him a reassuring smile, and he continues.

“The first thing I remembered was darkness, and being scared. And then I saw the moon, and I wasn’t scared anymore. He told me who I was now. My staff became a part of me, since it helped save my sister and all. I still don’t know why it all happened, but I know what I was meant to do now,” he paused, and looked at you “I can manipulate the wind and snow. So I can create a blizzard in the blink of an eye. Or I can use the wind to make it snow anywhere that I’m not, without actually having to go there. The wind also helps me fly, so I could go anywhere.”

You squeeze his hand lightly, and smile at him.

“That’s so cool though,” Oh my god, I did not just make a cold pun, you say, and then think to yourself.

“Not when no one believes in you,” he said, looking a bit sad. He suddenly takes a deep breath, and puts on a smile, and looks at you. “I suppose it’s my turn to ask you a question now.”

You nod, and take a sip of your drink.

“Where’s your family, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“My mom and dad work together, and their job requires them to leave abruptly, at any time. So right now, they’re gone for a couple weeks. And my older brother is in university, and only comes home on special occasions, when he can,” You say, like it’s no big deal. You really don’t mind when your parents are gone. However, sometimes it can get lonely. “Okay, do you remember when you asked me if I could see you? What did that mean?”

Jack smirked, and answered:

“Remember how I said it’s not cool when no one believes in me? If you don’t believe in me, you can’t see me. I become invisible. Just a passing wind or an odd occurrence. Usually, only children can see me, and even then there has only been a few who have had a conversation with me. That’s why I was so shocked that someone your age was interacting with me,” he paused “No offence. I’m not saying your old or anything, just that it’s different,” he sputtered at the end.

“Must be pretty lonely then?” you ask.

“Yeah. But I’m glad that you’re here now,” he said with a smile and held your hand a bit tighter, as if to make sure you were still there.

“Anyway,” he said. “We’re only at 12 questions.”

“Weird,” you say. It feels like you know him so well now. Just from a few questions, you feel like you’ve known him forever.

The two of you reach your house finally, and you unlock the door and head inside. Jack, however, stopped at the door, which made you drop your hand from his.

You already missed the feel of his hand if yours, even though it had only been gone a couple seconds.

You stop and turn to him.

“You do know you are welcome in my house whenever you want,” you tell him. You feel so comfortable with him now, that you’re starting to treat him like one of your best friends.

He smiles at you and says:

“Thanks, I’ll only be gone for a couple hours. Then we’ll talk some more,”

You smile back at him and reply:

“Don’t be as long as last time,” he winks at you and just like that, he’s gone.

You smile to yourself as you close the door behind you. Your cheeks start to hurt form smiling so much. But it’s a good pain. You haven’t felt this happy in a really long time.

You drink the remainder of your beverage while watching some TV. You feel sleep trying to take over again, probably since you didn’t sleep very well last night. Jack was going to be gone for a few hours still, so you may as well have a quick nap while he’s gone.

You clean up the living room, and just tidy up a bit. Then you head off to your room, hoping to fall right asleep.

You walk in to your very dark room. The blinds are still closed, and the lights turned off. No point turning them on since you were going to sleep anyways.

You know where your bed is, even in the dark. You close the door behind you (an old habit from when your brother still lived at home) and walk to your bed.

You lay down, and tuck your feet under the covers. Everything felt colder than usual, but it didn’t bother you any.

As soon as you relax completely, you suddenly feel a bunch of tight rope-like objects engross your entire body.

Your eyes shoot open, now adjusting to the dark. You see black sand-like tendrils wrapped around you, keeping you absolutely motionless.

You struggle against your bindings, but the more you squirm, the more they tighten.  Your breathing starts to speed up. You are absolutely terrified. You can’t speak, or even think.

You hear a menacing laugh come from the back corner of your room. With your still adjusting eyes, you can no doubt make out the silhouette of a tall, dark man.