Heya all, wow, so this is my first ROTG fanfiction, and I'm kinda excited, because i really do like this plot that I've managed to come up with! Warning: This may be T now but rating may bump up to M Also this is unbeta'd so excuse mistakes! so you know the summary, I hope you guys like this, Disclaimer: you all know i dont own any characters (except Surrel)

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E. Aster Bunnymund loved and protected a lot of things. Some knew this while others would probably never find out, or so he liked think. He kept these secrets close to him and always made sure to lay the uncaring character. Of course, he would never let anyone figure out that he was more of a lover than a fighter, but he would fight for what he loved. He made sure that it seemed as if Easter were always at the forefront of mind even though most of his thoughts went to his fellow guardians, for whom he always had his trusty boomerangs at the ready. They were his friends, well . . . all except one.

After the final battle with Pitch, everything seemed fine between them, but shied away from the other four. Aster suspected it was because the sprite was angry with them, even though he refused to talk to them about it. He could see why Jack would avoid him, as he said some jabs that he severely regrets, but not the other three, who treated him as family. The Pooka had wanted to speak to speak to him about this, and he had tried to catch him. He would always miss the newest guardian at the Pole, on top of none them knowing where he lived, so he had never been able to track him. And he had tried, but the spirit would fly and would never leave any trail.

To him, and probably many others, Jack Frost was a perfect creature. His skin was sublime, smooth and completely flawless, milky. His pure hair would catch the sun and his laugh was like low bells. Aster could not say he just had a crush, he absolutely adored Jack Frost. However, his fear of rejection and overall pride always got the best of them. He would forever remain distant to Jack. To protect him was his excuse, but he never really imagined that it would hurt anything.

It was a week after Easter, ten years passed since Pitch, and Bunny was in his resting period until his eggs came into bud for the next year. He had just finished cleaning the part of the Warren where he kept his private rooms, preparing something big, at least for him. He was already beginning to relax, but he still had things he wanted to do. He looked around at his humble home, comfortable but without the amenities like Tooth or North's homes. He liked it the way it was though. It was his home, warm and welcoming.

Finished with his cleaning, Bunny decided to make himself lunch, but before he could towards the kitchen there was a loud thunk above him. He shot straight up, his hand right over his boomerang. He cocked his ear upward, listening to the feather light steps, followed by a low chuckle and he let out a sigh of a relief before heading to the door. Outside was bright and warm, and had a soft breeze through his fur, which usually did not exist. The Warren was as green as ever, but not nearly as peaceful, sensitive ears picking up every noise.

He turned to examine the hill that was the roof of his house, where Jack Frost looked down at him. His torso was leaned forward, and his hands were on his hips, the elemental held his ever present smile firmly in place. Even though he seemed confident, Aster could sense the underlying uncertainty and nervousness, and in that moment he was caught between making the spirit comfortable or saving his reputation. Jack jumped, catching a piece of wind and floated down to him, where he stood a few feet away.

"Hey there Bunny" He greeted, opening his mouth to continue for a split second before he decided to clam up.

"Whadya want, Frostbite?" The Easter Rabbit asked maybe a bit too harshly.

Jack winced, but pretended to laugh it off, "What? I can't visit?"

Aster sighed in annoyance, "I'm too busy for this"

Both of them knew this was a lie, but Jack did not persist, "Okay, okay, fine, Mr. Kangaroo always has eggs to paint."

Before the other could say anything Jack took off on the wind, leaving Aster with his regret and guilt. He internally scolded himself. They were supposed to be making the young spirit feel welcome, not drive him away. Jack had mostly managed to keep that light expression, but he saw the sadness flash in those wintery eyes. He most likely hated the pooka, or that's what he made himself to believe. With a shake of his head to clear his thoughts, Aster decided to go back inside. Before he could though, something caught his eye that was very much out of place. He leaned down and picked up the object that was clearly Jack's.

He held his paw up to his face to examine the small wooden deer. It was intricately carved from some kind of dark would, the detail of it was stunning, almost like it could come to life, but not as something quite so natural. With beautiful patterns carved into her, the doe was fantastical. She looked as if she would start prancing and moving at any moment, but something so divine could not be living and breathing. It would be hunted down and destroyed in this world. He was tempted to keep her for himself, but from the amount of wear and smell of pine laying heavy on it, Aster could tell that it was one of Jack's probably few prized possessions. He had the problem, though, of how he was going to even be able to track down the white haired boy.

ouo ouo ouo ouo ouo

Jack slammed onto the ground in front of a small cabin, breathing heavily with his upset. He felt cold tears on his cheeks and grew even angrier with himself. How could he possibly think that Bunny would want him around? He was a mess maker, even if he tried to keep everything around him in order, he always ended up destroying something. Bunny would always just tolerate him; he knew that the old spirit had always objected to him as a guardian, and no matter how much Jack like him, Bunny would never return the feelings. None of the guardians truly liked him anyway. They only acted as much because they all had to get along.

He looked up at the moon pleading, "Please just tell me why you chose me? All I can do is make a mess."

Silence . . .

Jack sighed and trained his eyes on his bare feet as he opened the door to the humble building, "Stoic as ever."

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Hope y'all liked it I'm gonna update soon