100 Tainted Snowflakes.

Ch. 1

Introduction.

A/N~ Hahaha, the f*** am I getting into now? I just have no self-control now do I? Eh, whatever, it puts reviews in my box, I ain't gonna complain. Now then!

This here is going to be a classic 100 themes challenge centering around, wait for it, Blackice! Which is the Jack Frost/Pitch Black slash pairing title. So this is going to be a big collection of drabbles – not to be confused with 'dribbles', which is the reaction in when your salivary glands are overactive and produce excess saliva and mouth-digestive bacteria…okay, now that I'm done being a smart-ass, I hope you all enjoy! Once again, these are all drabbles – which means nothing really holds plot in this…which is kind of weird, since I'm usually pretty picky when it comes to fics that don't hold plot. Drabbles are exceptions though in most cases, so…yeah.

Anyways, keep in mind! Not all of these drabbles will be connected in any way. There may be a small handful of them that will connect, but I'll be sure ot say so in the A/N if they do or not. But other than that, these are all basically just going to be AUs centering around Blackice.

So! Let's get started! This meme gives 100 themes, so that means 100 drabbles!...100 drabbles…100 drabbles…100 drabbles…

Jesus tap-dancing Christ, what did I just get myself into…

Well, enjoy!

Theme: Introduction.

Genre: General, romance.

Rating: G.

Characters: Jack, Pitch, Guardians.

Universe: AU.

Summary: The first time some were to meet The Boogeyman, they would expect to meet a monster. The first time someone were to meet the infamous Jack Frost, they would expect to meet an overly mischievous sprite. Yet, they themselve never would have imagined they would be so happy to be proven wrong.

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The first time ice-core irises and eclipsed suns met, it had been under the silver gaze of a moonlit night.

But despite the full Moon's looming gaze, it had been like any other night to both spirits. Nothing was new, nothing was old; it simply was. The only noteworthy aspect to that night was perhaps the date.

It was the Winter Solstice. The first day of winter, and the beginning of longer nights and shorter days. It was a day revered by the two spirits – for one to gift the world with his cold and ice, and for another to dance with his shadows and spread his fear.

It was these purposes that drew them out from their hiding places. And on this Moon kissed night, two pairs of eyes locked – one standing at the shore of a frozen pond, and the other standing on and instigating the ice that alchemized the water to still.

But once their eyes met, neither of them moved. It was an utter standstill, as if time itself had stopped in its endless trek. No sounds were made, no movement was given. It was just them and the desire to hold the other's gaze.

There is a saying; that two souls who met, will never meet. Both had heard this saying once or twice, but never understood it. It was simply some human propaganda to them in the long run – not but fancy words to confuse the literal world. That is, up until now.

They never would have guessed their homes were but mere meters apart from one another. The distance between the old and rotted bedframe to the crystalline pond was not but mere steps. And yet, when their eyes met, it felt like miles had suddenly stretched out before them. Suddenly there were mountains, oceans, forests, and chasms, and cities between them – they were too far apart. There was an endless rift between them. And they didn't want to be away from one another.

It is unknown who had made the first move, who stepped over the seemingly endless distance between them. But in the blink of two pairs of eyes, they were suddenly mere feet from one another. The taller, darker of the two could easily reach over and touch the other's snow white hair if he wished – and oh how he wished…

It mattered not who they were to one another. It mattered not if others did not approve. It mattered not if one was dark, and the other was cold. All that mattered is that they knew the other's name.

It was an arguable assumption, but it is said the frost sprite spoke first.

"Who are you?" the mesmerized awe was palpable, but what mattered to the raven haired man most was how he could get that melodious voice to say the shade's own name.

The shade bowed with a flourish, sweeping the elegant drag of his robe to one side and placing a slender, ashen hand – a hand the sprite wished so dearly to hold – to a heart he never knew existed. And with an elegant and dignified motion of lips and tongue, he said,

"Pitch Black." that elegant purr was punctuated by the soothing baritone of an English accent. It sent shivers of heat into the sprite's body.

The sprite watched the man straighten and draw to his full height. The hand that had been chivalrously placed over the owner's breast suddenly held itself out to him. The thin palm was held skyward, the Moon's beams bathing the warm skin and nearly bleaching it as white as the snow the sprite so dearly loved.

"And may I ask who you are?" The Boogeyman – Pitch Black – politely inquired.

That dark, sultry voice washed over the sprite like how water refused to do for him. It was like water, yet not. It did not freeze over, or whisk itself away into powdered particles. It was warm and soft, a palpable liquid heat that did not freeze under the sprite's influence.

Breathless, so much like the night he was born, a small, paler hand found the Boogeyman's own in a shy brush of skin on skin. Abyssal blue eyes remained glued to the burst of gold and silver irises as those slender grey fingers gently curled around his own in a heated grip. The snow that had started to fall at some unknown point around them was practically nonexistent to the two souls – the fluffy particles were insignificant compared to what both were seeing now.

"Jack Frost." The sprite breathed.

Obsidian lips stretched into a wide, sultry smile. The deviousness and dark intent that usually influenced such smiles was completely absent from the shade's expression. And while it was still dark, it was a smile without malice or cruelty – rather, it was something entirely his.

"Jack Frost…" the raven shade repeated, as if tasting the name itself on his tongue. Humming in approval, the sprite watched, mesmerized, as he brought his pale hand to those gossamer lips.

Night sky painted lips met ivory knuckles, the hand cold against the soft, heated flesh. And as if struck by lightning, the two souls instantly knew there was a connection – that this was right.

The raven man lifted his gaze back to the younger sprite, a cloud of frozen air escaping his mouth in a sensual sigh that caressed Jack's hand and slithered down his arm. Eclipsed eyes brimming with a heated desire locked onto his own equally emotional eyes. Ashen fingers tightened just ever so slightly around the smaller, paler hand in his own. And with the Moon a witness above, he said,

"It is a pleasure to meet you."

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A/N~ God this was so disgustingly short and poetic. I should puke all over it. XDD

Anyways! Yes, short first chapter. But then again, so are post first chapters to stories. They shouldn't even be called 'first chapters' or 'introductions'. They should be called 'tease's! But! More to come down the line! And the chapters will be, thankfully, longer than this introduction. I wanted the theme – introduction – to be done from a shared POV for Pitch and Jack. I couldn't chose if I should do one or the other, so I settled for a more freeform setting.

Please enjoy! Now to go off and procrastinate-I mean…try and update my other stuff. Maybe. Ahem, enjoy! Next up, the theme 'love'! This ought to be good. X3

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