ROTG-X-Reader

Jack Frost x Chubby! Reader Chapter 2: A Trip In Flirtation I fought the urge to massage my temples, “Jac-” “Shh!” “Jack?” I repeated, slightly softer. Anna nodded vigorously, threatening to send the also shaking sunflower out of her hair and into the ground. Her petite hand encompassed mine and placed the crudely signed envelope into my palm. “Tell Helga I'll be back before high tea.” I hung my head and resigned myself to the role of accomplice in one of her hormone-fueled drive-by romances. “Godspeed, handmaid! Godspeed!” “Thank you.” I felt the strong urge in

Pitch Black, the Nightmare King, wandered throughout cities, bringing nightmares to children. He enjoyed hearing the terrified screams of children. It brought him joy. While visiting one of his favorite children to create a terrifying nightmare, he heard a music box playing. An old memory came to him, that tune from a song from long ago. A faded, tiny voice singing. A twirling of of a small body with black hair. A little girl giggling. Her calls echoing. Flashback Emily Jane Pitchiner yawned as she felt herself awaken. She last remembered sleeping in her Papa's arms. She felt so safe after that terrible nightmare last night. Her Papa held

(Name) sighed it was a getting closer to her Holliday and it seemed that everyone was still talking about Christmas and it wasn't even December yet, she knew she should be grateful for what she has after all that was her center but with Pitch's constant reminder of how everyone's chatter about the present giving holiday it was getting harder everyday to stay in that grateful mood. speak of the devil a black smoke being slipping in the autumn colored bed room and with a dark chuckle soon to follow "oh poor poor (Name), so excited you were for your big day only to be outshined by the big man himself how does that make you feel that all your ha

A Confession Through Teeth (ToothxPeterPan!Reader) You, being everything that represented Childhood was known by children and adults alike as "The boy that never grew up". Despite being known as nothing more than a story, you were happy regardless. You have a place to stay along with your lost boys, various allies that respected you, and had many adventures no matter where you went! Even the Guardians were a lot of fun to hang out with! But somewhere along the lines you always ended up hanging out with Tooth the most. Besides being strong and brave, she did remind you of home whenever you got homesick. Everything about her was warm and comf

You sighed contentedly as you watched the shooting stars fly in the dark night sky, making a wish as you did so. You wished that the Sandman or Sandy the Guardian of Dreams would love you back. You were also a Guardian as well. You were ( Your Name ) or ( Your Guardian Name ) the Guardian of ( Your Center ). Long before you were chosen to be a Guardian by Manny or the Man in the Moon, you believed in every magical being alike like North or Santa Claus, Bunny or the Easter Bunny, Tooth or the Tooth Fairy, Sandy, and even Pitch or the Boogeyman. You always loved it when Sandy gave you the most pleasant of dreams you always wanted whenever you

Easter was just around the corner, and so you wanted to pay a visit to the Easter Bunny who's named Bunnymund or just Bunny for short to wish him the best of luck. You were a spring sprite, a type of fairy who's job was to make sure that the spring season was going perfectly. That flowers stayed in bloom, the grass was bright green. Everything spring related. You were also Bunny's girl. Your wings have carried you all the way to Bunny's warren, down one of his tunnels. You smiled at the beautiful scenery of the warren. You caught a whiff of the fresh air and the sight of the many eggs being painted in different designs and colors. You never

The party went on as planed, and everybody was having a great time. People were chatting happily, and enjoying the quiet music in the background. Jack felt a little uneasy though. The main reason was that some guy had asked you to dance, and you were now being led to the massive dance floor. Jack wasn't much of a dancer, but he regretted deeply that he didn't ask you himself. He watched in horror as Mr.No name placed his right and on your hip, while his left took your right hand in a tight grip. If looks could kill, your dance partner would have died at least 30 times already, by the look that Jack sent in his way. You could clearly see t