rotbtd-thebigfour:
frostymaggie:
yarrayora:
I want a fanfiction where Jack Frost collected the souls of suffering children and turn them into his family. At one point one of the parents would see their child and demanded for him to give them back. And Jack blew a shitstorm. “You had your chance! You don’t deserve them! I make them happy!”
And the parents would begged to their kid and apologized and promised that everything would be better now but the kid refused and preferred to live with their brother.
Not to mention the kids were already dead anyway so even if they decided to live with their parents they wouldn’t last long in this world without Jack’s magic.
Yay, angst.
that’s……. really neat omg
it’s like Peter Pan and the Lost Boys but with more angst 8’I
There was a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes. Jack loved all the children, but she was his favourite. Through her life she had been picked on, bullied, taunted, called cursed and evil, even her parents had distanced themselves from her. Before meeting Jack she had terrible self-esteem and was wracked with inner guilt. All because she pestered her dearest older brother out to teach her how to skate, the ice cracked, and he drowned.
Mrs. Overland was devastated. A winter spirit had taken her only child left, and she knew, deep down, it was also her fault. Trudging the harshness of winter, she along with her husband and the priest, made their way toward the demon’s lair. Children’s laughter could be heard from inside the cave. It hurt Mrs. Overland that the demon could make Jill so much happier than her own parents could. “Emma! Wait!” Mr. Overland tried to stop his wife from barging into the cave, but he was too slow.
Mrs. Overland gasped when he saw the spirit. “Jack?”
frostyjackk:
yarrayora:
frostyjackk:
the more i think about the ending the sadder i get
Fanfiction is the best cure. Fluff.
How much would you pay me for a non angsty Merlin fanfiction
you will have my heart and soul for as long as u desire than and i’ll give u maggie as an offering
Arthur sat on a park bench, pouting as the old man in front of him were treating his wound. “Really Arthur, you should have been more careful.”
“They are making fun of Gwen!” The boy huffed indignantly. “I can’t let them get away with it!”
The man blinked, “Who said you should let them get away? I’m just telling you to be more careful. Youngster nowadays…”
Arthur was confused, “You know, adults usually would get angry at me for hitting other kids.”
“I’m not most adults.” The laughter that came from his mouth made Arthur felt nostalgic, not that the boy knew that word yet. “And you are not most kids. It’s nice to see someone still has a sense of chivalry inside of them.” And with the last band-aid, the man stood up to leave.
“Wait! Mister, what’s your name?”
“I’m Merlin.”
“Like the wizard?”
Merlin smiled, “Like the wizard.”
Billy the Brownie spreads some juicy news
This was supposed to be a one-shot, what the fuck happened.
Sooner or later, it’s going to happen. Jack is summoned as a Pagan God.
Summary: The Burgess Believers should never be bored again in the middle of Summer. It usually lead to them accidentally making a cult for The Guardians.
Will include the articles they made about each Guardians.
Note: It started because I was reading a Supernatural fanfiction where Castiel disguised himself as a Pagan God. It escalated quickly as a plot bunny.
That over the top wiki article Jamie and friends made about Jack. Covering his history, his cult, and how to summon him
An Introspection of Sherlock Holmes
Summary: He taught you how to be human. (sneaky crossover)
Note: A friend of mine challenged me to make her sad. I succeeded. Now it’s your turn.
You learn how to be human from him. You, the ‘high functioning sociopath’ (inwardly you scoff at the title you call yourself, how juvenile) had to be taught something by someone of a lesser IQ than you. He taught you how to feel (The moment he praise you instead of telling you off like the others did, your heart fluttered), he taught you that people can be important too (“You are incredible John!” Silently you plead for the flattery to work, but he kept walking away), and finally, he taught you how to believe (Even when you can’t believe in yourself, he still believe in you).
When you woke up you were covered in red.
…and everything was gold.
You met him again. He couldn’t teach you how to be human this time. Not when both of you weren’t one to begin with. (But maybe he could reteach you how to love)
