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Do You Believe? ~ Ten (Jack Frost x Reader)Another scream echoed across the white snow, soon to be corrupted by darkness that seeped into its pure skin and polluted it, turning its glimmer and shine into a sea of ebony. Nightmares streamed across the snow, their hooves beating it savagely, sending clouds of snow into the air behind them as they stormed towards their target, saffron orbs set on the girl held in the arms of the newest Guardian, flying up towards the clouds.
"Frost..." A voice echoed through the fearlings, the distaste in its tone clear as night and day. The boy's involvement was not something the bringer of fear appreciated, and he would not forgive the winter spirit for taking away his weapon. The shadow King slammed his fist into a pillar of his lair, watching the preparation for the battle to come through the eyes of his fearlings.
"That boy always gets in my way. But not this time. Kill him." He ordered in a hushed whisper through gritted teeth, his eyes closed as he observed Jack Frost hold the weapon in his
Do You Believe? ~ Nine (Jack Frost x Reader)"JACK?!”
The Guardian of Fun chuckled and lifted a non-existent hat to you, as you both continued to fall. Your eyes were wide, half filled with tears as you stared at him, jaw hanging.
“I’m glad the others told me to fly out with you. We lost sight of you once you went out of that window~” Jack chuckled, before in a split second his eyebrows shot up and he grabbed your arm, pulling you smack-bang into his chest. You let out a small shriek, surprised by this movement, as your fall came to a sudden halt, for Jack had decided it’d be best not to continue with the descend, especially after catching glimpses of the treacherously sharp ice formations waiting beneath them.
“Not as deep as I thought it’d be…” He muttered, referring to the cavern before glancing at you as you were staring at the large blade of ice Jack had pulled you away from. Had you continued falling, there was no doubt that you’d be like a piece of meat on a keba
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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