"A lone sword" -a one-shots book

" snow angel "

rise of the guardians x reader
jack frost x reader
romantic

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The sun rose in the sky signaling the morning, casting light in the candle lit apartment.

The glow of a new day intruded through the thin fabric of the sheets used as curtains, and into the older apartment.

The owner of said apartment laid peacefully in their bed, which was simply a mattress raised on wood. The only glamorous piece of it, being a thick velvet blanket that had seen better days — with its small tears and masterfully sewn patches.

The owner laid down, unconsciously dreaming as the birds at the large window sang praises of their beauty.

Which much to Y/N's dismay, woke them up for the new day.

...

I looked at the pale blue sky as it slowly took over the piercing yellows and oranges made by the sun.

I attempted to ignore the poor situation I was in, the dead flowers and cool lighting seemingly taunting me. I sighed looking around at my apartment, not like I had to turn my head far because of the small bit of earth my apartment took up.

The walls were a discolored white, and the thrifted paintings I put up to hide the odd stains were askew.

I mumbled a curse of annoyance at a particular painting that I had to readjust far too often. My eyes began to glaze looking at the small blank room I was in. The only door other than the main door being the one to the bathroom.

I sighed unconsciously. A soft flood of self-pity set in.

"Fuck." I muttered the word out loud as I slumped into my bed/couch. The birds outside seemingly also cursed at my misfortune as their chirps got louder and sharper. One particularly familiar raven reminded me of the casual ritual I had set up.

I pushed myself off my bed pulling the nearly finished birdseed from my nearly empty cupboard.

Once I poured the colorful seed the birds sharp chirping transitioned into a more positive caw.

I rested on the window sill for a while watching the birds, attempting to conjure the names I had made for them while drunk a few months before.

...

A shy hit on wood startled Y/N out of their blurred memories.

Y/N took a few seconds to slow their irregular heartbeat before closing the window and peering into the rusted peephole of their front door.

Outside stood an impossibly pale young man with snow coated casual wear. He was relaxing on the old brick in the halls of their apartment.

Y/N unlocked the aged door with slight difficulty.

"Hey Y/N." His voice was slightly strained, a sign that he might've been practicing this conversation.

"Frost." Y/N's venomous annoyed look startled him a bit as he bit his cheek in an attempt to look unfazed. "Need something?"

Jack took a moment to build his confidence back up again. "I just wanted to have a quick chat, pumpkin."

Y/N rolled their eyes at the nickname as they began slowly shutting the door.

"Pitch! I needed to talk about Pitch. I know you guys are close, so I wanted to ask how he's doing." Y/N paused to give the cold guardian another threatening stare. "Please?"

...

"Nice place." Jack swirled the minty tea Y/N gave him.

"Yup."