AN: For future reference, D.J. is Italian. Just like me! ^_^ All of the italicized (Italian) words will be translated.

None of the Guardians knew what would happen after Pitch was killed. The Nightmares and Fearlings can't do anything on there own free will, that's why they made pitch their king. Fear will always exist, that much is obvious, but who the next Nightmare King would be was anything but. No, none of the Guardians knew who the next Nightmare King would be... Except one.

Jack Frost knew exactly who the heir to the shaded throne was... And he loved him with all his heart. Maybe Pitch had a point, what goes together better than cold and dark...

Certainly not fun and fear... But his centre isn't fear, it's courage.

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Jackson Nightmare was shaking like a leaf, and not just because he was standing in the middle of the north pole, with a winter spirit, and only a black hoodie to keep him worm. No he was shaking out of nerves.

"D.J. are you sure you want to do this?" Jack said calmly.

D.J. (short for 'Dark Jack' as he had dubbed himself) looked into Jack's eyes. Those eyes, so shinny, blue, and un-afraid. Jack is the only person who ever looked at D.J. without fear or disgust in his eyes, and that's why D.J. would give up everything for the boy.

"The Guardians are your Famiglia (Family.) They should meat me now, so they don't die of shock at our wedding."

"Yeah, if you ever decide to pop the question."

D.J. smirked. "Who says I'm not waiting on you?"

Jack laughed, and it made D.J.'s heart melt. "Don't flatter yourself D.J. You're not exactly a damsel in distress..."

D.J. rolled his eyes. "Well lead the way."

Jack always admired D.J.'s courage, and even now, when his own was failing him, D.J. was still standing tall.

-(don't hurt me! I'm just a line!)-

flashback

D.J. was laying in a snow bank. He was trying to sooth the stinging bloody canvas that was his back, after another one of his "padre's(father's)" punishments. "Thank God I'm wearing black," he thought. Pitch would kill him if he stained his clothes...

"Are you okay?"

D.J. jumped at the sudden voice, and turned to see a boy, with white hair and a shepherd's crook, looking at him with concern. The boy was similar in build to D.J. as well as in facial structure.

The boy looked down and his eyes widened. D.J. followed the boy's gaze to were he had just been laying. D.J. mentally kicked himself. Of cores the blood wouldn't show up on his black cloths, but it was crystal clear on the white snow bank.

"What happened to you?"

D.J. was taken aback. In all his 765 years on this miserable planet, no one had ever even acknowledged the Nightmare Prince as a person. The few spirits that knew him, hated him because they thought he was just like his father. No one ever gave two shits about the abused, immortal teen, who lived in darkness.

"I'm sorry," the boy said. "If it's too personal, you don't have to tell me. My name's Jack. Jack Frost"

"I'm D.J."

And that was the start of a beautiful friendship, that blossomed into a beautiful relationship.

Before Jack, no one cared about D.J. Everyone saw him as the carbon copy of his father. No one knew, or cared, that he was afraid of the dark, or that his favourite colour was pink, or that he was a proud Italian, and English was his second language.

But Jack was different. Jack cared.

-(what's my line? oh wait, I am the line!)-

The Guardians sat in the meeting room waiting on their youngest member, who had called them here. Soon Jack came in looking nervous and excited at the same time.

Bunny broke the awkward silence, "alright Frostbite what are we doing here?"

Jack flushed a pale blue, and started his explanation. "Okay, you know how I said you would be meeting someone important? Alright, before you meet him, you should know that 1) I'm gay. 2) We have been dating for a good 270 years. And 3) We are not breaking up any time soon! Any questions, comments or concerns, that do not involve my sexuality?"

Silence.

"Good. Now the boy your about to meet is indeed the heir to Pitch Black..." Jack was cut off.

"What do you mean, 'the heir to Pitch Black!'" Bunny shouted, while the others chose stunned silence as their reaction.

"Bunny, would you just..."

"Just what? What do you possibly want me to do for the NEXT BLOODY NIGHTMARE KING?!" Bunny, shouted.

"Just give him a chance..." Jack sounded defeated, and it broke the other Guardians' hearts.

That's when they herd a giant crash from the other room, followed by a slew of Italian curse words, as well as some in Yettish. Jack opened the door to the room he had left D.J. in, and saw a sight he would never forget! D.J's, once black, hoodie was now covered in multi coloured paint, that had ben spilled on him after Phil tripped over some misplaced toys! Jack burst into a fit of laughter instantly!

"It's not funny, faccia a culo! (ass face)" D.J. said loudly, but still struggling to keep a strait face at the sight of Jack laughing.

"You look... like a... rainbow... through up on you!" Jack all but gasped out, between giggles.

"cazzo si! (fuck you!)" D.J. was now laughing right along with Jack, and could no longer pretend to be mad.

Jack stopped laughing enough to muster up a seductive voice, "Was that an invitation?"

"You perverted figlio di puttana.(son of a bitch)"

AN: Yes Jack and the other Guardians can understand some Italian. And, like it says in the summery, D.J. has a foul mouth, so you will hear cazzo si, and figlio di puttana a lot in this fic as well as other Italian swears. Tell me if I should continue.