The Easter spirit is a man of many colors. He was a bunny, at least to humans. He was Australian. He freaking painted EGGS all year round. All children love him and he has great friends. Yet… He still felt like there could be more to his life. The battle with Pitch had long since been over and tensions between him and Jack had died down. In fact, it had been going great between the bunny and snowflake. Things between them got pretty casual - a little too casual if you ask me - until one night changed everything between them. Jack had been drinking with the guardian of hope and their alcohol fogged brains brought out their true feelings toward each other. To say the least, things got pretty intense that night.
No, I'm not saying that Jack had sex with a bunny. Bunnymund is, actually, very human. At least for spirits. Humans, we see the guardians and spirits as they want us to see them but Jack and the others see Bunnymund, Tooth, Sandy, and anyone else you'd like to add to that list as they were before they died or became guardians. Human.
That night that Jack and Aster got funky was the same night they decided that they were going to be together.
Forever.
Literally.
However, the few decades of the happy couple being happy came crashing down faster than you could say quidditch. If you were to take half an hour to say it.
Jack flew off, leaving bunny alone.
It had been 23 years since the big blowup. It had been 23 years since Jack had run off to join Pitch. It had been 23 years since the guardian of hope lost all hope that he'd ever see his beloved again. It had been 23 years since...
Bunny stopped. He didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to remember that. Shaking these terrible memories he went back to his previous task.
Sitting on a pastel pink blanket along the sparkly rainbow river and painting eggs - obviously - a shiver found its way down his spine. A moment later, frost covered the newly painted eggs and snow fell from nowhere.
"Hey furry." Jack casually added to his wintery greeting while sliding down to sit next to the pooka. Aster grimaced but didn't reply. He put down the egg he'd been working on and laid back to rest on his elbows. Acting casual, even though on the inside he was torn between wanting to kill the little bastard and wanting to ravish the little bastard.
Jack was staring intensely at the taller of the two as if he was remembering something - because he was - and it was starting to make the guardian of hope a little uncomfortable.
"Well, are you gonna say what you came here to stay or stare at me all day?" Aster finally said, knocking Jack out of his memories.
"Oh… Right.. Sorry. It's been a while huh?"
"Yeah, ever since you left us for that shadow." Aster grunted. He didn't know why he was even letting the snow king stay the warren. He should be kicking him out. No, scratch that. He should be kicking the show pony's ass. But he didn't do either of these things because he knew that doing so would resemble too closely to the last time Jack was in the warren.
Jack subconsciously shifted uncomfortably at the mention of Pitch. "That's why I'm here." He stood up and turned so his back was facing the other spirit then lifted his jacket up to reveal massive cuts and bruises.
Standing up, Aster cried, "Oh my god. Jack, what happened?"
Jack didn't look at him. He couldn't, not after running away from the bunny just to come crawling back. He took his jacket off the rest of the way; the spring air felt nice against the throbbing wounds. A short moment of silence passed between the two guardians. Jack looked up at Aster, eyes filled with tears and he began to tell his story.
After the break up with bunny, Jack joined Pitch. They fit together perfectly because, after all, what goes together better than cold and dark? Anyways, the duo had been two separate parts up until a few years ago. It all started the morning when Pitch found someone with a nasty Ophidiophobia (fear of snakes) and came home with some devious ideas involving Jack. He cornered Jack and crushed lips. Even though this startled Jack, it didn't surprise him. Pitch had been hinting towards this for a long time but Jack was distracted from those thoughts when Pitch reached down and slid Jack's pants down to his ankles. Jack groaned when his partner in crime grabbed his growing-
"Woah! Hold on! I didn't need to know about that, mate!" Aster interrupted.
"Oh. Sorry." Jack blushed and cleared his throat before continuing his story.
Aaaaaannnnnnnyyyyyyyways, Pitch and Jack had been together for almost seven years but they'd been mainly physical. Jack had to admit that he liked it. Pitch was great at seducing and even better in bed. Things between them were going great. Then one day things started going downhill. Pitch came back to his house to find that Jack had been trying to decorate for their latest bedroom getaway. There was snow, ice, and frost EVERYWHERE. On any other given night that would've turned Pitch on beyond anything else but tonight was very different and Pitch was pissed off beyond anything else and he went rough on Jack. Leaving the winter spirit bloody and crying on the floor.
After that, Jack attempted to bring back what they had had before but it only got worse for himself. Pitch had cast a dark spell onto Jack's body that slowed the healing process. Eventually, Pitch had Jack chained up in some sort of dungeon. The king of fear no longer treated Jack as his boyfriend but as a mere pet. One night, Pitch never came for the guardian of fun and Jack made his escape. Immediately coming for Bunnymund's burrow.
As Jack finished retelling the events of the last few years he wiped away a tear that he'd no idea he'd produced. Aster just stared at his ex. He was speechless, which was a first. Jack took a rattling breath, having finally given himself over to the tears, and said with a crackled voice, "And you know what the worst part is? I TOLD HIM I LOVED HIM! I told him a few days before I became his slave!"
At this point, Jack was sobbing uncontrollably. Aster said nothing other than a soft, "It's alright, Jack," and put his arm around the winter spirit, pulling the smaller boy onto his soft lap. They sat there like that for some time. Eventually Jack had cried himself to sleep and Bunny soon found his own eyes to be sliding shut.
AN: Hello friends! (Are we friends? Lets be friends.) Anyways, JackRabbit. I don't personally ship them myself. Although after writing this and reading other JackRabbit stories I'm starting to hop on the bandwagon. So here you guys go! Also, this is technically the end but I'm leaving the status as "in-progress" just in case any of you want me to finish it. R&R please! It keeps the story juices flowing.