I hate me sometimes…Not really, but I do hate my hyperactive Muse.

Rise of the Guardians has COMPLETELY in every way earned my love and devotion. That of mine and that of my muse. So here I am again.

This time with Jack centered drabbles. Which means really short. BUT I AM TAKING REQUESTS FOR THIS SO…review away my lovelies!

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The heart of a child is a tricky thing.

It loves and is kind and it is joyous. It is generous and filled with wonder.

It is also, however, hates, it is mean and spiteful. It is selfish and filled with fear.

But most of all, it is forgiving.

It is willing to open itself up again, even to those who have hurt it.

Jack was eternally frozen as a child and as such he had the heart of one.

In time, the Guardians would learn this.

Because, after all, Jack's heart had let them in again.

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This literally came out of nowhere and beat me over the head with a bat.

A metal bat. While screaming "WRITE ME" Inspired by the realization that despite my age, I will eternally have the heart of a child.