Jack Frost x Reader - Chp 3 (Final Chapter)
You realise you had probably passed out on the way to Pitch’s lair because you didn’t recall the journey at all and when you came to you found yourself shackled to a stone wall in what looked like a dungeon. You are hanging by your wrists, and seeing as you had fainted, your full weight had pulled on your wrists. Now they were agony and as you managed to force yourself to your feet, you feel the agony in your arms from lack of blood circulation and you wince, gritting your teeth as you try to bear the feeling. Your wrists are shackled at head level so you try raising one arm, letting the blood flow before leaning to the other side and raising the other arm. Once the feeling is back in your feel better but the cuts in your wrists from your weight seemed to hurt a lot more. You bleed from a few of the small cuts but it’s nothing to worry about.
You then take your time to observe the room around you. You can’t help but feel nervous, even terrified, knowing you are
Jack Frost x Reader - Chp 2
For the next couple of weeks you received endless visits from Jack. The man is as curious as you are so you end up spending quite a bit of time with him mainly in your apartment as it’s so cold. You do take a couple of trips out but you come back freezing and even manage to catch a cold for two days.
Soon you feel almost like you’ve known Jack for ages – for longer than how long you have actually been hanging out for. Maybe it was because you talked with each other so much you felt like you knew a lot about him and vice versa. Your book has been looked over and will be published pretty soon so you’re happy and tell Jack about this and he’s amused at how old looking you had made him appear in the book. You get annoyed at him laughing and push him over but it just makes him laugh more.
By the third week you’re always looking forward to his visits but for some reason he doesn’t come for the next two days, and you hang out by the window, staring in
Jack Frost x Reader - Chp 1
Being a writer of fantasy, you spend most of your time at your desk in your apartment, and today is another one of those days. You have just finished a deadline and are now staring out of the window at the snowfall. A lot of adults dislike the snow because of the danger it causes in travel and is an inconvenience when trying to get to work. But as you work from home, it suits you just fine. Sometimes it even inspires you.
This time you have just written a piece on Jack Frost. You love these sorts of myths and legends and wish they were real. To celebrate the completion, you decide to go and wander outside in the cold. You wrap up warmly and take to the streets, burying your chin and lips into your scarf, your gloved hands in your pockets. The frost is biting and you let out a small sneeze as a snowflake lands on your nose.
Children are playing in a snowball fight and sledding while disgruntled parents are trying to clear their front paths of fresh snow. You smile as you watch people he
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Jack wasn’t in the forest like she had expected him to be, so she made her way to his village. It was unusual for him to not be in the forest at this time of the day. Her journey took her near the family home and it was there that she saw Jack sat on the porch of the house, sharpening his hunting knife. He used that to bleed the animals. He was so focused on the job that he didn’t even noticed her approaching.
“Jack?” she called gently once she was a few metres from him. His eyes widened a little as he recognised that voice he had missed dearly, and he looked up quickly. Seeing the elf before him made him wonder if he was dreaming, but when he realised she was real, he jumped to his feet, dropping his tools in the process as he asked, “Elspeth?” Elspeth noticed he sounded like he was in disbelief.
She tried to keep from trembling in both excitement and nervousness. What if he still refused her
The Beginning Of The End - Ch 3. A ChanceDays passed and the thought of no longer seeing Jack made Elspeth feel only despair. Her head told her it was the right thing to do but her heart thought otherwise. Her parents had long returned from their trip, so they had witnessed their usually bright, smiling daughter deteriorate before their eyes.
She couldn’t eat. She couldn’t sleep. Whenever she tried to take in some food she would just vomit it up and in the end she just didn’t feel like it. Instead, she would just stare out of the bedroom window or stand on the balcony watching the forest, as if she could penetrate the tree canopy with her eyes and see below into the distance where Jack was. Constantly she wondered if he was okay. If he was doing any better than she was. Maybe he had moved on already. A few tears escaped her eyes when she stood at the balcony one late evening, the darkness almost hiding the forest from her eyes, but she continued to stare, as if she could see him right there, hunting as usual
The Beginning of The End - Ch 2. The Broken HeartThe walk to Jack’s home was three miles away, so a good hour was spent on them walking there and selling what meat he had, saving the deer for his family to eat, though he knew he could get a lot of money for it. This would be a treat for them, along with the surprise of a High Elf attending their meal.
The surprise on Jack’s family’s faces was certainly one to remember but on the elf eating with them they soon loved her, and Elspeth fell in love with the family, loving the homely, caring feeling it carried along with its humility. Humility was definitely something her race lacked. It was seen as a weakness.
Leaving such an impression on them meant she was invited back anytime, so soon she was travelling whenever she could to visit the family, not before going hunting with Jack for their dinner. One evening Elspeth even witnessed Jack’s mother Anna say she had met a man and was beginning to see him. This helped Jack relax, realising that not all the burden of he
The Beginning Of The End - 1. An Arranged MarriageElspeth stood on the balcony of her bedroom, her hands leaning against the railing that followed the arc of the floor she stood on. A sigh escaped her light pink lips tinged with gold, her eyelids fluttering to a close before she bowed her head and reopened her eyes to watch the ground far down below. She was at her family home and her family members were out, but she had a visitor. He had disappeared to get them some drinks. The man was a kind enough High Elf, but no one understood her. Not her kind at least.
Her jet black hair that curled here and there fell over her face and she watched the ends bounce in the gentle breeze. She was a High Elf, and a well loved one at that. Her family were well respected and had many people under them. Being a High Elf, she would have to marry within her race, but she was also of noble blood, which meant she had to marry whom her parents chose for her. And her wedding partner was the man currently visiting.
Her flowing white dress twirled in the air