More people than I thought liked this, so I'm gonna give you another chapter, maybe even more if I have time. I also wanted to thank all the reviews, they made me squeal xD. Also, I wanted to answer a review in particular:

Kurohikari: I was wondering if someone would notice that xD, yeah, I'm from South America so we have the same seasons as in Australia but, I wanted a date where every guardian except Bunny and Jack would be busy, and September-October was perfect for that, what with Halloween and Christmas approaching, but I also really liked the idea of the Warren in an hibernation state so I kind of said "fuck it, I guess I can forget laws of nature just this time", but I'll obey them from now on, I swear!, and I like to think Jack can move over the Ecuator Line by flying really high up, were air is practically freezing. I really thank your review, made me think things over for future reference. So thank you!

And now, go ahead and read this attempt at writing!

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Bunnymund wasn't the kind of person…or anthropomorphic animal…or whatever, that took shit from others.

If someone got on his nerves, he told them exactly what his thoughts were, if he wanted to be left alone, he damn right better be left in peace, if he wanted someone to get away, he made sure to get his point across.

Don't be mistaken; he loved his family—or at least he considered the other guardians to be so—and friends, and there was nothing better to him than being surrounded by happy laughter and a warm environment of people. But sometimes enough was enough, and everybody understood that.

Everybody except Jack Frost, it seemed.

The damn brat, after discovering his "little" secret, had made in his schedule a special place just to go play with the helpers, who were quick to open to him and didn't consider him an intruder anymore—or at least they didn't try to drown him under his squishy bellies…that much, anyway.

It would be all okay with Bunny (Jack spending time with the bunnies equaled more time in peace for him) if it weren't for the fact that the teen had developed an habit.

He hugged him. Every time, before leaving, Jack would approach Aster and hug him around the waist, neck or shoulders, depending on what position the Pooka was in.

He would always stop what he was doing, not yet used to the treatment, and then he would start shouting at the Snowflake, just in time with the teen releasing him and flying out of the place, laughing and shouting back.

"Bye Bun-Bun! Make that last 'till I'm back!"

As soon as he was out of sight, Aster's arms would drop to his sides, he would sight and stare at the tunnel Jack had used to leave; then he would gather the helpers and cuddle with them, trying to recreate the cold—yet, surprisingly warm— embrace he had received a moment ago.

That was other of the reasons he would let the little ones play with the younger guardians—they kept his scent in their fur.

Those days, at night, Bunnymund would sleep a little better.

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Jack didn't know what compelled him to do this.

He would go to the Warren with the sole purpose of playing with the adorable baby bunnies—he was a guardian, any kind of baby or kid drew him in— and when a certain period of time have passed, he would get up and ready to leave.

Then he would go say bye to Bunny.

Every time, his objective was to shout out to him and wave or salute mockingly at him; but when he 'd see him sitting on the ground, painting some eggs, or tending to the flowers, or stretching to grab a fruit a tree, he would feel a pull, a call to go and wrap his middle or his broad back with his arms, like he needed to feel the warm body or he'd feel uneasy he rest of the day.

As if he needed to reach for something inside the Guardian of Hope, something buried deep within that would be closer each time he just felt that soft fur against his face.

He wouldn't believe how right he was.

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"Boooooooooooooriiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiing!" the over stretched word resounded all over the Warren, startling awake some furry helpers sleeping in their off-turn, and making the others whip their head in the direction it came from. Seeing it was just the icy teen, resting upside down with his legs against the bark of a tree, back in the floor, they went back to whatever duty they had.

Noticing the lack of reaction of the way-too-used-to-him fur balls, Jack frowned and kicked the trunk he was resting against, rolling over himself and getting in a normal, cross-legged position, reaching to pet the ears of the alpha of the pack, the same one who went from guardian to guardian the first day, who he had decided to call "Dottie", seeing at how he was the only one of the group that had a spot in the middle of the leaf-like design on his forehead, just like Aster had a short line in the same place.

Said Easter Bunny couldn't help but comment how unoriginal he was at names, and that the name sounded too girly for a male rabbit, to which he received a harmless—but still pretty damn sharp—bite from the helper, who seemed content with being identified some other way than "alpha helper", "big fur ball" or "that bigger one".

"If yer so bored, why don't you go bother someone else, we're all kind of busy down 'ere" Aster was sitting on the ground a few feet away from Jack, a half painted egg wriggling on his open palm, silently asking to be finished.

"But I loooooove being here, everything I do makes you mad, is there anything better?" the teen grinned, grabbing his staff as he stood up, walking over to the Pooka and poking his head with the crooked end of it. Bunny decided it was better to just ignore the now almost permanent visitor, not paying any mind at his attempts of driving him nuts. Jack was having none of it, and frowned a little, wondering what could he do to annoy the grumpy aussie. An idea wormed its way into his mind, a rather dangerous one, if he didn't react in time so, grinning even wider than before, he slowly leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the soft scruff of the rabbit's neck, locking his hands tightly together, just in case.

Bunnymund stopped his painting, lowering the brush and egg to the ground, turning his head to look at the white haired head now resting n his shoulder. "What are you doin', mate, you leaving already?"

Jack hummed into the grey fur, closing his eyes a little. "Not really, just wanted you to pay me attention"

Aster snorted. "Attention whore, alright-Ouch! What the-" he rubbed his head where the winter spirit had just slapped him.

"Ups, guess that went a little too hard" Jack released Bunny's neck walking around him to be in front of him, sitting down cross-legged once again, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Dottie hoped towards him, climbing onto his lap and cuddling into the cradle like space his legs formed, nuzzling his head against Jack's stomach. Blue eyes turned to look knowingly at Aster.

"Yer still with that, mate? I told ya, they act on their own, has nothing to do with me!" Aster growled, nose twitching in a bad disguised anger, reaching down to grab back the egg to continue his work, when a little squeak was heard. Looking down, both guardians saw the somewhat angry expression on the little bunny still in Jack's lap, twitching his nose rapidly at Aster's words. "…Oh no, mate, yer not getting away with that"

"What? What did he say?" the guardian of fun whipped his head back and forth, trying to understand the silent dispute between both rabbits. Bunnymund looked at him for a moment, then got up with a grunt and hoped away, leaving Jack alone with his still unanswered doubts. Said spirit got a crestfallen face as he saw the broad furry back retreat, sighing sadly.

Soft little paws were on his chest in a minute, a velvety tongue licking at his cheek, causing him to giggle at the ticklish sensation. "At least you like me, don't you fuzz ball?" a pitched squeak was his answer, making him laugh again.

A little farther, hidden behind a tree, Aster couldn't help the sad smile that appeared on his face. Maybe Jack wasn't so far from the truth, if the involuntary wag of his tail at the sight of the laughing spirit was anything to go by.