Oh, looky, it seems to me that I've finally updated! I'm very sorry for the unnecessarily long wait, but I got kind of busy (what with reading Frankenstein, do a whole bunch of art things for other people, and an embroidery project I've started recently). Anyway, I've updated now and I hope you enjoy.

Summary: another prompt from Dreamcreator (thank you very much for the endless source of entertainment) mixed with a bit with a request from Starfall 78. The Guardians a party of sorts. Jack's birthday to be precise. There is cake.

Disclaimer: I do not and will not ever own Rise of the Guardians. Sob.

Despite the prominent chill in the air and the carpet of snow layered heavily over the forest floor, the day is oddly beautiful. Well, Jack thinks the day is a beautiful one.

He and his adopted family are settled comfortably by the side of his frozen, mirror-like lake, multiple layers of thick blankets lying beneath them to keep snow from chilling its way to their skin. They arrange themselves in a loose circle with North as a large, solid presence, Tooth (on his right) calm and warm, and Sandy (to North's left) gentle and bright. Phil and Bunny finish the circle, the former completely unfazed by the tickle of cool air carding through his fur, whilst the latter wears the expression of a cat forced into bath.

In the center, wearing a highly amused grin (that maybe slips a little into the shit-eating category at Bunny's unrestrained grumbles), sits Jack. He clutches a plate with a rather large piece of cake in his in his tiny hands, a thin blue scarf hanging lightly around his thin shoulders, a welcome gift from North. (The rest of his gifts are scattered randomly around Santoff Claussen, their previous location before relocating to Jack's lake.)

The other Guardians, too, have cake settled on their laps in various stages of being eaten.

"I can't believe our little Jackie is one hundred and thirty years old!" Tooth chirps delightedly, her eyes agleam even as she wipes a smudge of pale blue icing from Jack's cheek.

"They grow up so fast", Bunny says, a something vaguely wistful coloring his tone as he lifts the boy to his lap, now devoid of vanilla cake.

"Oh, please, no need to sound like a world-weary parent on the verge of having their bird leave the nest!" Tooth warbles teasingly to Bunny's bemusement.

"Yes, the boy is immortal, and, as far as we know, he is to have the body of a five-year old for a very long time", North chips in, the twinkle in his eyes matching Tooth's.

Bunny is decidedly unamused by Sandy's traitorous nod of agreement and Phil's humorous snort. Jack himself has long since burst into giggles. Bunnymund, in a burst of childish anger, snatches Jack's half-eaten piece of cake and flings it with startling accuracy at Tooth.

The silence comes in a wave as Tooth delicately wipes at the frosting smothered on her face. Bunny can't help but flinch at the look on her soft features; her mouth is twisted in a smile, sweet like poisoned honey as her eyes whisper murder.

"You're. So. Dead."

It's the only warning Bunny receives before there is suddenly cake incrusted in his thick fur. From then on, there is nothing but chaos.

….

When they return to Santoff Claussen quite a while later, there is not a single one of them that is not covered in cake and frosting. North's snowy beard is thick with it, Bunny and Phil's fur is matted with pale blue frosting, Tooth can barely hover with how thick it is on her feathers and wings, and Sandy (who has the least amount of cake splattered about him) has clumps of it in his hair. Jack himself had become collateral damage.

Even while Bunny and Tooth are tucking him in after an intensive bubble bath, he feels something sticky itching at his skull and the phantom smell of vanilla tickles his nose. It's okay though.

The sweet smell of vanilla gives him good memories.

And the end. Hahaha, I don't update for months and I leave you with this, whoops. If it makes you feel better, I've finished Frankenstein, and now have more time for writing! Anywho, reviews are like the blood in my veins, essential for this story to survive.

Good day/night,

~Psyco