Okay, so I saw Rise Of The Guardians and I already thought that Jack and Jamie were brotp (best bros for life) but then I was on tumblr and there were gifs and picture edits and then they became my OTP (one true pairing) and so obviously I had to write this fanfic! There's probably gonna be a little smut, but mostly fluff after the two get together. Okay enjoy.

Jack always felt free when he was flying. Well, what he called flying. Controlling the winter winds, he was able to be carried through the sky, which gave the illusion that he was flying. But, no matter what you called it, it made him feel free. He wasn't limited to walking like all of the humans underneath him. He went wherever the wind took him. Leaving winter chaos in his path, and never stopping or looking back. There was always one place he always did end up returning too more than often, though. Burgess, Pennsylvania. The hometown of his best friend, Jamie Bennett. Ever since the big fight with Pitch, Jamie and Jack had been inseparable. Even during the summer, Jack would put up with the heat to be with Jamie. During the nights, the two snuck out to go see The Aurora Borealis in Antarctica, or just go out and be together. Most of the time was lost in playful memories, and late nights, and before they knew it, Jamie was seventeen, the same age Jack was when he had died. That was the year everything changed.

Jack was flying. He was soaring through the night sky as he watched the Sandman's dream sand go into all of the children's rooms, giving them dreams of their favorite things. Every time he passed a pink ray of sand Jack couldn't help but let out a chuckle. He had learned long ago that pink rays of sand meant the child (or, more usually, teenager) was having a 'sex dream'. After awhile though, Jack had just gone off into his own imagination, and the wind went into auto pilot. Before long, Jack refocused his eyes, and found that he was lying in the snow on Jamie's lawn. It was just the beginning of winter, so it wasn't going to worry or strike anyone as strange that frost the frost that was outlining his body was going to be on the grass the next morning. Looking up at the sky, Jack's vision of the big dipper was obscured by a stream of sand leading towards Jamie's bedroom. Jack's eyes lit up in curiosity and awe as he saw the sand streaming into Jamie's bedroom wasn't normal. It was pink. Struck with the sudden desire to see what Jamie was dreaming about, Jack was struggling on whether to fly up there, and reach his hand into the sand.

Jack flew up to the windowsill and looked in at Jamie. Puberty had really served that boy well. His shaggy light brown hair was so long that it covered one of his eyes. He had started playing hockey, and sleeping shirtless, Jack could see his toned body. He wasn't too ripped, but he had visible biceps, and the beginning of a six pack. Jack didn't usually like to use terms that had to do with heat, but when it came to Jamie, he could safely say that he was smoking hot. Not, in a gay way though. Jack didn't roll that way. Or any way, really. Being a mythical creature, Jack had never really had time for a relationship, nor had he really wanted one. Sure, he and Tooth had hooked up a couple of times, but he had never really been in a real relationship. Hell, even before he died, he hadn't even considered his sexuality. It hadn't really been a big deal.

Jack was snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed the stream of sand next to him change from pink to golden. Guessing that maybe his dream had changed, or at least ended, Jack assumed it was okay for him to at least see what Jamie was dreaming about now. Without hesitation, Jack lifted up his hand and reached into the stream of sand.

Jack opened his eyes to see he was in the exact same bedroom he had been in seconds ago, sitting in the same spot, except everything felt a bit off. For starters, the sun was out, and it was definitely shining too bright. Not only that, but trying to move, Jack felt like he was moving much slower than usual. Everything around him was just…. Off. He didn't know how else to explain it. Jack moved his head to look at Jamie's bed. Where he had seen Jamie just seconds ago sleeping away, he now saw the same boy smiling looking down at a figure next to him. The person next to him was obviously asleep, his face obscured by Jamie. Hoping Jamie couldn't see him, Jack leaped up from his spot on the windowsill and moved over to the other side of the bed. Even though Jack was moving sluggishly, Jamie seemed to be moving at a normal speed. Jack could now see that Jamie still wasn't wearing a shit, and considering what he had been dreaming about before, he probably wasn't wearing pants either. Jack finally got to the other side of the bed. Looking down on the person Jack saw that it was…. No one he knew. Jack knew all of Jamie's friends he thought. Even if they didn't know him. But, maybe there was a secret Jamie was keeping from him. Jack looked up at Jamie and saw the smile on his best friends face. His pink cheeks signifying obviously an intense night before. Right before Jack could do anything else, he felt himself being ripped from the dream. Blinking his eyes, he was back on the windowsill of the dark room, but instead of being alone, there was a very angry, very plump little man, made of sand standing next to him.

"Heeeey Sandy." Jack whispered as he tried to avoid the visual beat down he was going to get. Looking to see that Jamie was still sleeping, Jack started to float out of the room, but Sandy grabbed his arm and stopped him.

Jack couldn't tell much of the conversation, but he knew Sandy was mad that he had gone into Jamie's dream. This wasn't the first time this had happened, but Jack never seemed to learn his lesson. The sun was rising, and Jack could tell that Jamie was probably going to wake up soon.

"Okay, listen Sandy. I know I shouldn't be going into his dreams, it was an accident, it'll never happen again. I promise. But seriously, I have to go bring winter to Chicago." Jack gave his best pouting face, and it seemed to do the trick. The Sandman backed off, and went back to the sky. "I'll be back later to discuss your little dream, bud." Jack whispered with a smug grin and, right before he flew off, he frosted a little picture on the window for Jamie.

Okay, tell me what you guys thought, because I'm really felling this story, I just hope you guys are too.