So, I was rifling through the Imagine Your OTP blog on Tumblr and got inspired to write. So! Platonic shipping abound, please do enjoy!
(Should there be OC's, well, they're just wee little minor ones, hehe!)
On with the fics!
Imagine your OTP getting attacked. Person A tells person B to stay put and more importantly stay safe. Person B tells person A there's no way that's happening, and they're going to fight too. It's a tough battle, and they don't come out of it without wounds, but they survive because they've got each other's backs.
Warnings: (still) baseless conjecture on characterization (so please don't bash me /sob), slightly spoilery? although what i mention here is more of theory rather than actual spoilers, hurt/comfort, BUKKUN TRIUMPHANT OVER WRITER'S BLOCK, and bukkun's babu feels, tsundere spirits because you know they're both tsun hahahaha
"Get yourself somewhere safe, kid! It's too dangerous out here!" Bunnymund yelled over the raucous noise of war all around him, the sounds of grinding metal, hissing, screeching and rustling pitch black dreamsand rushing around them, blanketing their world in darkness, save for the beacon of light above them-Sandy's glowing golden dreamsand, shining brightly above them like golden stars, lighting their dark tunnel up like a searchlight. Bunnymund could barely see the little sand-man, but he knew he was holding off well on his own, the streaks of his whip-like dreamsand lashing out in all directions, catching, slamming, tearing, fighting.
"I'm not leaving!" Jack's defiant call yelled back at him, the younger Guardian right behind him, holding off Fearlings at Bunnymund's back. "I'm just as involved in this as you are!"
"Look, kid, I made a promise to North I was going to keep you safe," Bunnymund explained exasperatedly, striking at Fearlings that came too close for comfort with his boomerangs, his sharp weapons cutting through deep black dreamsand like a hot knife, and flying back to his grasp. "And I don't break no bloody promises, now get somewhere where you can be safe, you little brat!"
Jack glared up at him, gripping his staff tightly, his expression defiant, but he was completely silent.
"Am I understood?" He asked, just for good measure.
"... Yeah." Jack replied, his expression downcast, and Bunnymund thought the boy was going to leave to safety-when a devious grin spread across the winter spirit's face. His eyes widened. "Yeah, right! I'm not going anywhere, you big kangaroo!" he laughed, before launching into the air to fight in the clouds, aiding Sandy in any way he could.
Bunnymund looked up after Jack in surprise, but his surprise was short-lived when the sound of Fearlings approaching shook him out of his reverie and forced him back into the battlefield. Shaking his head, he resigned himself to whatever was going to happen then.
He'll get into trouble with North like this, unless he stepped up the game and protected Jack alongside helping out Sandy take care of this problem. Chuckling self-depreciatingly, Bunnymund shook his head and began to ruthlessly attack the oncoming enemies. He'll have to deal with that hard-headed kid later. Right now he had bigger problems.
"Sandy!" Bunnymund called out as he saw the last few wisps of black dreamsand fade away into nothing. "Great job!"
The Guardian grinned tiredly and gave him a thumbs-up, but gestured towards the cloud he was standing on. Eyebrow raised, Bunnymund leapt upwards to the roof of the nearest building as Sandy descended to meet him on the roof. The Pooka's eyes widened upon seeing an unconscious Jack lying down on the dreamsand cloud, hand tightly closed around his staff (even when not conscious, Bunnymund had mused later on, it's rather cute of him to cling onto it so tightly), sprawled backwards onto the cloud.
"He's alright, isn't he?" Bunnymund asked, and Sandy nodded, smiling, before conjuring up an image of a sleeping child. "Oh, he's just tired. Exhausted himself, has he?" he chuckled, looking down at the sleeping spirit. "Well, kids will be kids. Mortal or not."
Sandy conjured up an arrow pointing at himself next to the image of a child sleeping. "Oh, you're tired too? Right, I'll go help you out," Bunnymund nodded, picking up Jack's sleeping form with ease. "Come on, let's head back." He said, and the sand-man nodded, before yawning as he conjured up a plane around him. With a small salute at Bunnymund, he took off into the direction of North's workshop. Sighing fondly, Bunnymund looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms. He noticed a small cut on his cheek, and chuckled.
"So, kid, think how much would Tooth freak out if she saw that wee little cut?" he asked, and much to his surprise, he heard Jack weakly chuckle. Laughing, he saw the winter spirit open his eyes half-mast, still riddled with sleep, as a smile spread across his face.
"Dunno. She'll definitely flip, though," he mumbled, "Like a mom..."
Bunnymund laughed and shook his head. "Come on, let's head back." He said, tapping his foot twice on the ground to summon his tunnels. Jack nodded sleepily in his arms, hugging close to his body his staff.
"Hey..." he murmured as Bunnymund leapt into his tunnel. "Back up there, I kicked ass hard, didn't I?"
"Sure you did, kid." Bunny replied, grinning fondly.
"Yeah... I made sure to target... the ones... near you..." his speech began to blur as sleep came to take him back to the darkness of rest, but Bunnymund's eyes widened. "... Since, y'know... you were... aiming at the ones... near me."
The Pooka couldn't help the smile that crossed his face as Jack fell asleep again in his arms. "Yeah, I did," he whispered to the sleeping boy in his arms. "I made a promise, didn't I? And besides," he chukled, rubbing his furry cheek on the boy's, "You're family now. It's kind of a given."
Jack hummed in his sleep, and Bunnymund took that as affirmatory.
"Yep, that's right, mate. I'll have your back, if you'll have mine."
Soo. These are already up on Tumblr, but I decided to up them here for easier access. If my blog updates with this series, this fic will update too! Watch out for updates!