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This is my first story, and it is a Rise of the Guardians Fafnir between Jack Frost and Pitch Black! (OTP) This story takes place before the events in the movie. It is rated M for mature content, but there will also be some emotional points in the story. You have been warned.
*Note: I have previously stated that this story takes place before the Rise of the Guardians movie, but I don't know if I specified a year. I'm trying to write this the year of the Easter Sunday Snowstorm of '68 that Bunny gets mad at Jack about.
Thank You and Enjoy the Show!
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Chapter 9: Dreams into Reality (Part 2)
Pitch stirred in his sleep. He couldn't sleep well knowing that he had upset Jack. They had
already settled the issue, but it still made him uneasy. He turned onto his side, away from the
sleeping boy. He thought about his talk with Onyx - how she was both a pain in his ass and a
miracle.
'You knew how Jack would react to the nightmares, didn't you?' Pitch walked up to his
companion.
'Of course, Pitch. He's a child, same as them. Just not as innocent as some.'
'You could have at least warned me before you ran off.' He rubbed the side of her neck.
'You're right. I'm sorry. Is Jack alright?'
'Yes, he fell right asleep. You were nowhere in sight so I carried him home.'
'I didn't want to ruin the moment,' she snorted at the recent memory of an unkind man carrying
the teenager like he would give his life for him. Pitch moved to the kitchen and got a glass of
water. 'Do you love Jack?'
'Of course I do, Onyx. I'd do anything for him,' Pitch assured. He finished his water quickly. 'I
have to get to bed. I don't have to sleep through the night, but I need to rest a little. Goodnight.'
He placed his glass in the sink and left the kitchen to his bedroom.
Onyx always knew how to lift his spirits. He'd have to continue with his plan for creating more
perfect copies of her some other time. He opened one eye towards the balcony doors. The
moonlight shone right through the small holes in the Earth above him and flooded the balcony.
'Man in Moon? Now what could he want?' Pitch gently tossed the satin sheets off of him and
walked to the black French doors. The cool breeze ran across his face and chest as he opened
one of the doors, careful not to wake Jack. Man in Moon couldn't directly speak to him like
Onyx could, but he just knew what the old man said.
Pitch paused. He listened to Man in Moon's silent voice.
"Yes, Jack Frost is safe in my care." Silence. "Yes, he indeed was frightened with my
performance with the nightmares tonight. But in my defense, I did warn him before - !" Silence
interrupted him. Pitch didn't quite know how to answer. "Yes, I have to agree that things have
been going a little fast for the both of us, but that is no reason to consider terminating what we've
created!" Pitch looked confused at Man in Moon's question. "No, Jack hasn't asked any
questions. In fact, he's been pretty open about his relationship with me these past few days."
Silence. "Alright, fine. If he asks, I won't mention his family if it's that important that he finds
out for him." Whatever. He didn't want to start a fight with the moon in the middle of the
night in his underwear. "Look, I don't mean to sound too harsh," he started sarcastically, "but
Jack and I are doing absolutely fine. He loves me. He told me. So I don't want to hear you
doubting us."
Pitch stormed back into his bedroom and starred down at Jack. A 9.0 earthquake could
suddenly happen and he'd probably sleep through it. His expression softened. Normally after
arguing with Man in Moon, Pitch would be destroying his home with his rage; but just the mere
sight of Jack Frost made the old spirit feel young again.
Even for a moment.
Something inside Pitch forced him to return to bed. He gripped the sheets and pulled them over
his almost-bare body, quietly scooting closer to Jack. He wrapped his arms around the smaller
torso and under the pale arms. Pitch snuggled his face against Jack's chest, similar to how Jack
had done earlier this evening. Jack's head shifted unconsciously to the top of Pitch's head,
resting his chin in Pitch's silky locks.
This still moment in time was what the Nightmare King had dreamed about for years and years.
Just to hold the frost spirit in his arms, to become completely overwhelmed that his dream had
finally become a reality.
'Fuck Man in Moon's doubts. Fuck what he says about Jack and me,' Pitch thought. He
couldn't wait for morning when he and Jack could spend the day together and be truly happy.
The corners of Pitch's mouth twitched to a small smile before he fell into a pleasant sleep.
Jack Frost was Pitch Black's, and Pitch Black was Jack Frost's.
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Jack's eyes flickered as he regained awareness. The last thing he remembered was he was on a
rooftop in Burgess and he passed out. Pitch must've carried him back home with Onyx.
It was warmer than it usually was for him. Because he was naturally cold, anything above 70
degrees was a hot summer day for anyone else. He blinked and realized that Pitch was clutching
to him, sleepily. For once, he was awake before him.
He placed his hand on the back of Pitch's head, twirling a strand of jet black hair around his
finger. He could feel Pitch's steady breathing against his chest.
'I guess now's probably a good time to think about where we are,' Jack thought to himself. He
didn't have much of a chance a few nights ago when he first had sex with Pitch. Now it was just
sleeping with each other like a married couple.
Did this make them lovers? He knew that Pitch loved him, that much was certain. But how
much did Pitch love Jack? How long had he been in love with Jack? Technically, Jack was only
15 and Pitch had to be at least seven to ten years older than him. However, officially, Jack was
almost 255 years old since he woke up from that lake. He had no idea how old Pitch actually
was.
These past few days have just been a wild train wreck. How would you feel if you met the "man
of your dreams" so to speak, and without knowing anything about him, jumped right into a
physical relationship with him? Jack's only heard of stories like that once, maybe twice since he
came out of that lake.
The more he thought about it, the more he started to think that things were going out of his
comfort zone too fast. No matter how you looked at it, between their age difference and their
personalities, it was weird.
Pitch began to stir slightly, showing signs of gaining consciousness. Jack's heart thumped in his
chest. There was so much he wanted to clear up with Pitch. How could he get it all out without
worrying Pitch with his thoughts?
Pitch twitched one eyelid open and met Jack's shoulder. He didn't dare move a muscle or say a
word, wondering what Pitch would do.
Pitch's hand crawled across the side of Jack's body to his face. He gently rubbed his eye and
yawned.
Jack shifted his weight so he was propped up on his elbow, looking down at Pitch.
"I see you're up earlier than I am this time." Pitch giggled, his eyes half closed. "How did you
sleep?" He rolled onto his back and looked up at Jack.
"Fine. You?" Jack nervously bit the inside of his cheek.
"Fine as well." Pitch couldn't bring himself to tell Jack about his discussion with Man in Moon.
But he could tell that something was upsetting Jack again. As proof of last night's outburst,
nothing went well when Jack was upset. "What's wrong, Jack?"
'What's wrong, Jack?' Jack replayed in his head. Where should he begin?
"I just have a few questions that I guess I probably should've asked a while ago." Jack didn't
know how to start the series of questions.
Maybe this was what Man in Moon was referring to when he meant "questions." Pitch couldn't
give any information about Jack's life as a human and his family. That was for Jack to find out
for himself.
"Okay. Ask away." Pitch sat up against the black headboard and laced his fingers together over
his stomach, ready for the interrogation.
"Well, for starters, how long have you been in love with me?" Pitch didn't answer right away.
"I would say about 270 years, now." Pitch tried to keep it simple.
Wait, 270 years? That's older than Jack knew. That means that Pitch knew who he was before
he became Jack Frost.
"What was I like before I was Jack Frost? Do you know?" Jack's tone became more desperate
for answers. Pitch had to be careful with his wording.
"You were . . . enthusiastic. And carefree. And had such a big heart. You were fun to be
around, even though you were reckless at times. It seemed like everything you did was for the
entertainment of those around you." Pitch smiled shyly, remembering how he used to watch
Jack grow up into a strong and passionate teenager. Jack's face relaxed and blushed slightly
with satisfaction upon hearing this. It was a shame he died so soon. He would've grown up into
a fantastic adult.
He wanted to tell him more. He wanted to tell him everything. But he couldn't. It wasn't his
place to tell Jack anything that might suppress his thirst for knowledge later on.
"That is all I can tell you about who you were."
"Why can't you tell me about anything else?"
"The rest of your past is something you have to find for yourself."
Jack thought of all those nights where the moon was full and bright, and he would sometimes ask
why he put him here.
"But Pitch, I can handle it. Please tell me."
"No, Jack. I don't want to overwhelm you with information that is not right for me to tell you."
Pitch sat up defensively. He was starting to lose his patience with Jack's persistence.
"Pitch, please – "
"Jack, you are not ready to know about – " Pitch stopped himself. This is exactly what Man in
Moon had predicted and warned him about. As much as he didn't agree with the old man, he
knew he was right this time. He just couldn't tell Jack about his family, especially Emma.
"My what?" Jack asked. His heartbeat had begun to race, hoping for some sort of answer from
the older man. Pitch's silence and lack of cooperation had begun to annoy him. "Pitch what are
you hiding from me?!" Pitch said nothing. His captivating eyes tried to show Jack's icy blue
ones that he was doing it to help him. "If you really love me, you'd tell me something instead of
just sitting there!" Jack practically screamed.
"Yes, Jack! I love you with all my heart and soul!" he kissed Jack roughly. Jack didn't
mold into a kiss in response, but he loosened up a little. Pitch looked confused at Jack. "I only
want what's best for you. Why can't you see that?" Jack wormed his face out from between the
large grey-skinned hands. "Jack, please stop being such a child and listen to me!"
An image of Onyx from the previous night flashed across Pitch's mind. She had said he was still
a child. Jack jumped out from Pitch's bed and paced uneasily.
"Pitch, this has to stop! All the affection, kissing, sleeping in the same bed, even sex! I just
can't anymore! I don't want to settle down in a relationship just yet, Pitch. I want to go out
every day and night with the wind in my face and laugh with children because of having fun!"
Jack hadn't noticed how wet his cheek had become from his rambling and thoughts. Speaking
your mind is a very difficult thing to do.
"I mean, here, with you, I feel as if I'm acting like a spoiled brat! Three days ago, I didn't even
know you existed; now I'm just supposed to completely put all my faith and trust into someone I
hardly even know?!"
Pitch was silent. Jack's words pierced him like a thousand knives in his heart. Tears threatened
to escape, but Pitch blinked them away. Jack was right. It has only been three days for Jack,
almost four in fact. But he also thought that by gradually invading his dreams (enough to be
interested in the cause of them), inviting him into his home, and showing him his work, even a
negative affect from it, it would be enough for Jack to believe that someone like him existed.
Jack never believed in him when he was human, and it was clear that he didn't truly believe in
him as a spirit.
Jack breathed out slowly. He looked at Pitch and realized what he had just said. It was the worst
thing, an insult even, to say to a man of his occupation and status. He had no right to say that.
Jack felt cornered and conflicted. He didn't know whether to apologize, in the hopes of Pitch
forgiving his cruel words, or run away and risk having a hostile relationship later on.
"Pitch, I – " Jack started, resisting the urge to take off away from the heavy awkwardness that
flooded the spacious bedroom.
"Just go," a whisper left the Nightmare King's lips.
"What?" Jack stood, flustered at the sudden command.
"You said you need time to think. Then go already. If you can't handle what I'm trying to do
for you, then get dressed and leave." Pitch said bitterly and turned his face away from the winter
spirit. The boy managed to completely shatter him in a matter of minutes.
Jack's face gave an expression of sadness mixed with relief. He turned to retrieve his clothes
and staff. He got dressed without a single glance at the man in the bed. The end of his staff
tapped the solid floor under his feet as he made his way to the balcony doors.
He turned back to look back at Pitch.
'I'm sorry,' his face read. The breeze picked up enough to carry Jack through the doors and up
one of the narrow openings to the world above them.
Jack was gone, and Pitch didn't know for how long. Maybe till tomorrow, maybe forever.
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Jack stomped onto a cement rooftop miles away from Pitch's lair. He was confused. He was
angry. He was upset. He gripped his narrow staff so tightly that his knuckles became paler than
his skin.
He slammed the crooked end of his staff flat onto the the floor in front of him. A think, elegant
line of frost shot from the top. He stared at the design and took a few deep breaths.
'Calm down, Frost,' he told himself. He needed to cool his head. Literally. He stood up and
looked at the town below him.
Easter was in a few weeks. Maybe he could release some stress and create a snowstorm or
something. He smiled at the thought of irritating the kangaroo and getting another good snow
day soon.
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After what felt like hours, he slumped out of his bed with the intentions of eating something to
calm him down. A tea or bagel. Both?
Pitch retrieved his robe from last night and slipped his arms through the sleeves. Something
small fell onto the floor next to his feet.
Jack's dream catcher.
Pitch picked it up and held the trinket in his palm. The silver threading, the blue fabric hanging
from the center circle. The object had grown accustomed to its master. Even though it would be
painful, he decided to keep it. The dream catcher was all he had left of his little winter prince.
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Hello Again! ^u^
I do hope you enjoyed it!
Wow this took a long time . . .
This is the last chapter in the Dream Catcher series!
The next story will take place after the movie.
I apologize for any typos in this chapter. My computer has been acting up lately . . .
I don't know what else to write here . . .
Thanks a Bunches!