And here's my favourite one out of them so far! I just really, really like North acting like a father figure to Jack. It makes my heart melt and their height difference is adorable.

Imagine your OTP wearing matching ugly sweaters and cuddling on a couch in front of a big fireplace, all cosy and warm while it begins to snow outside.

(Okay, I'll cheat with this one, only Jack's wearing the sweater, shut up hahahahaha /shot)

Warnings: (still) baseless conjecture on characterization (so please don't bash me /sob), North being the BEST DAD EVER /gross sobbing, bukkun's babu feels, okay so I ship Tooth with North romantically shut up don't judge me, their babies can be Jack and Sandy, and Bunny's the awesome Aussie neighbour everyone runs to for pest control, Jack in shorts and a too-big sweater. Fanarts! There has to be fanarts of this! /has boys-in-shorts-fetish /shot

Jack was not having a good day.

After a rather unsettling encounter with Pitch (whom everyone had thought was gone completely, but there he was again, live and in the flesh, and yet, he had not made his intentions clear with his 'visit', leaving the Guardians confused as to what his plans were next-what they did know was that the man was clearly up to no good) they had to deal with his distasteful Fearlings, forcing them to fight right there and then.

All was well, really, until one of Bunnymund's egg bombs exploded near where Jack was, fighting off his own horde of Fearlings, spraying Jack's sweater and pants with bright yellow colour, leaving him a walking target in the middle of the snow.

They had all somehow managed in the end, all of them returning to Santoff Klaussen to recuperate, get some rest and discuss Pitch's return, but Jack was in a middle of a crisis.

"The Kangaroo totally screwed up my clothes!" he yelled, storming into North's office, pulling a protesting Bunnymund behind him. The young winter spirit had a scowl on his face as North looked up from the train set he had on the table to look at what was wrong. His eyes widened to see a large patch of yellow paint on the left side of Jack's clothes.

"Not a kangaroo, Frostbite! And besides, the Fearlings were right there! It wasn't like as if I could just not toss the bloody bombs your way, mate!" Bunnymund was yelling as Jack let him go, glaring at him. The two Guardians glared at each other fiercely, and North sighed. Not too long ago, these two were practically snuggled up against each other, and now, well, they were at each other's throats. Just how erratic can their relationship get?

"Look, the two of you," North spoke up, catching both Jack's and Bunnymund's attention. "Why don't we just settle this properly, alright? What happened?"

"One of my bombs exploded near Frostbite here," Bunnymund nudged Jack hard, earning him a look from North. The Pooka backed off-but just a little, "And got his clothes here all coloured up."

"And I am very, very upset," Jack added, "These are the only clothes I have! I can't walk around with a patch of yellow on them!"

"Why not make a new statement? That's what all the kids do these days," North spoke up, but Jack just looked at him with an expression that clearly said, really? The man laughed, loud and hearty, and shook his head. "Oh, alright. Bunny, you take his clothes back to your home and have them sorted out. I'm sure you have something for the paint," the Pooka sighed, crossing his arms, but nodded. "And Jack can borrow some from here. I'm sure I can find something for you."

Jack frowned, but otherwise nodded. "Good," North nodded, just as the yeti Jack had called Phil came into the room, holding in his hands a pile of clothes. "Oh, look! Here they are! Go on and see if something fits you, and give your old clothes to Bunny here so we can all be done!"

Jack rolled his eyes but did as he was told, gesturing at Phil to follow him to his room. After Jack and Phil had left the room, Bunnymund turned to look at North.

"You got a soft spot for Frostbite, haven't you?" he asked, grinning fondly as he leant against North's table.

"As do you," North replied, grinning, and Bunnymund looked away from, clearly guilty of that statement. "Oh, how can we all not develop something from him, eh? He is a child, just like all the others we take care of." He chuckled, sobering up slightly, "And our care for him; it is the least we can do to make up for all those years of not acknowledging him." Bunnymund hummed his agreement, nodding. "Just like all the other children, Bunny, he must be loved. That, my friend, is the least we can give him."

After North had seen Bunnymund off (the Pooka carrying with him Jack's blue sweater and tattered pants) with the promise that the Pooka would also see to fixing the boy's pants, (there were all tattered and bandaged-up, but he planned to change that) he made his way to where Jack's (temporary, but North would like to think that that was to be Jack's room from now on) room was. After gently knocking on the door, he let himself in to see Jack sitting on the bed, shirtless with a pair of shorts on, glaring at a rather ugly Christmas sweater lying down on top of his bed.

"... Jack?" he asked, and the platinum-haired teen looked up at him.

"That was the only thing that fits me, and I swear, I am not wearing that." He said, pointing at the sweater, as North went closer and picked it up to inspect it.

"... It's a raindeer. Oh, Rudolf, I remember him, big red nose," North chuckled, and Jack blinked.

"... You really had a raindeer named Rudolf?" he asked, and North laughed.

"Oh, yes!" he nodded, "Very good raindeer, he was, led me through loads of misty nights!"

"... Cool." Jack nodded after a moment, but a moment was all North needed. Quickly, he pulled the sweater down over the younger spirit's head, earning him a cry of protest as he wrestled the sweater onto Jack properly. He only let go when Jack was properly dressed in the still-too-big sweater, the sleeves going down past his palms, leaving only the tips of his fingers jutting out from inside the sleeves. The end of the sweater went right past his shorts and it sagged against his thin frame.

North looked him over, before laughing loudly at the sight of Jack. The younger Guardian frowned at him and crossed his arms. "This isn't funny, you know." He said, but North kept laughing.

"Yes, it is!" he guffawed, patting Jack's shoulder heavily. "It's very funny!"

Jack stared at him, incredulous, but he thought about his situation-his clothes, messed up with yellow paint, and now he was dressed in a silly sweater and a pair of Santa elf shorts. The entire thing was pretty silly, really.

... Funny, even.

Jack's frown melted into a smile, and soon he was laughing along with North at how silly the entire thing was. His current clothes, the yellow on his old ones, the look on Bunnymund's face when he came to yell at him, how well North was taking things... it was all great.

North's big, warm hand on his shoulder grounded him as he laughed, warm and supporting and present, a touch he had been deprived of for years and years as he carried on in his invisible, immortal life-life without a father.

"Come on, let's go to the fireplace. We'll be comfortable there," North spoke up, taking Jack's hand and pulling him to his feet. Slightly dazed, Jack followed him to the fireplace at the room that held the globe in it, twinkling golden lights scattered all across the lands showing each and every child out there, happy, dreaming, and still believing in them. Jack found it hard to imagine what Pitch must be up to next. The mere thought of the man back rather unnerved him. "Come on, Jack, take that unhappy face off," North spoke up as he sat down on the large armchair near the fireplace. "Just for tonight."

The platinum-haired teen looked at him, and smiled sadly, before nodding, walking over to where North was, his bare feet padding softly on the marble floor. Mirth in his eyes, North smiled at him as he approached, before taking hold of his arms and pulling the younger spirit into his lap, earning him a cry of protest from Jack.

"H-hey! What's the big deal?" Jack yelled as he was manhandled into a more comfortable position (for both him and North) on the elder Guardian's lap. "I-I'm okay with sitting on the floor!"

"Nonsense," North laughed him off. "I'm fluffy enough. Comfortable!" his booming laughter caught the attention of a few yetis passing by, but they did not approach them, only looked on with mild interest as the two Guardians sat together on the armchair. "Just relax, Jack. It is the time to rest. Tooth, Sandy and Bunnymund have all left to their homes to rest, and so we must do the same."

Jack looked up at him, a small frown on his face, confused, but decided to relax in the bigger man's lap. Slowly he rested his weight on top of North's large stomach and rested his head on the man's shoulder. Surprisingly, it was very comfortable-Jack rather liked how warm the man was-not too warm to be uncomfortable to him, but not too cold, like the wind outside, currently the opposite of what was going on inside-heavy and windy snowfall tumbled outside as a side-effect to Jack's outburst earlier regarding his problem with Bunnymund.

They sat there together for a while, North lying relaxed on the comfortable armchair and Jack resting on top of him, warm and content in North's comforting father-like presence, taking the thought of the ugly design of his sweater off his mind.

"Jack," North spoke up after a moment of comfortable silence. "Do you mind if you could calm the storm down outside? I think you're draining yourself with all that forceful winds and snow." He looked down at the younger Guardian in his lap, whose eyes had slipped closed as he snuggled closer to North's warmth. "Jack?" he asked, gently burying his large hands into the boy's hair, stroking it comfortingly as he ran his thick fingers through soft silver locks.

"On it," the boy mumbled, raising his hand from his lap, and outside, the snowstorm had calmed down into a light snowfall, delicate white snow falling with grace from the sky, perfectly-formed snowflakes accompanying them on the way down. A smile crossed North's face and he hugged the boy close to himself, Jack responding with a soft groan and scooting even closer to him, huddling into a small ball.

"Good boy," North murmured to him, as he watched Jack's breathing turn steady, his chest rising and falling in regular patterns.

The platinum-haired teen mumbled something incomprehensible, and North chuckled lightly, stroking the boy's hair again. "... What was that?" he asked, keeping his rumbling voice low and soft.

"... 're welcome... dad..."

North's eyes widened. Dad. Oh, how long ago was it when he was last called that?

The memory of Katherine flashed past his mind, and a tear rolled down his cheek. Gently he pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead and sat back, sighing deeply. "Sleep well... son." he whispered, letting his eyes slip closed as well, falling to the darkness of sleep, but not without feeling Jack's smaller hand slip into his. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Phil crept up to them and draped a blanket over both Guardians, before adding a few more logs to the fire, the hint of a smile on the yeti's face as he walked away to leave the two alone with their dreams.

Father-Son North/Jack is the BEST OH MY GOD /sobbing

It's a headcanon of mine that Jack wants a father figure in his life (seeing as he died without fully living his life out with his family) and that North, what with Katherine gone (well, she's not in the movie, but she's in the books. Wonder what happened, eh?) has this instinct to care for Jack like his own son.

Oh, look. I'm giving myself feels. Oh well. Until next time!