Multifandom One-shots

63. Believing in Frost - Jack Frost x reader (ROTG)

As Jack Frost, invisible to all but those who believe, observes the world from his wintry domain, his attention is drawn to Y/N, a lone figure braving the cold with a sense of wonder and curiosity. From afar, Jack watches, intrigued by the way Y/N's gaze seems to linger in his direction, as if sensing his presence amidst the falling snow.

To Jack's surprise, when he meets Y/N's gaze, they return his look with a small smile and a wave—a simple gesture that fills Jack's heart with a warmth he's never known before. Could it be possible? Could this ordinary mortal truly see him, the invisible guardian of winter?

Unable to resist the urge to find out, Jack approaches Y/N, his heart pounding with anticipation and uncertainty. "Hello," he says, his voice tinged with wonder and disbelief. "Can you... see me?"

Y/N, taken aback by Jack's sudden appearance, nods hesitantly. "Yes?" they replied more as a question than an answer. "Shouldn't I?"

"You... you shouldn't be able to," Jack stammers, his voice tinged with awe. "I mean, no one else can. I'm... I'm invisible to most."

Y/N's expression softens, a gentle smile playing on their lips as they regard Jack with curious eyes. "Maybe most people just aren't looking closely enough," they reply, their voice a whisper in the crisp winter air.

As Jack absorbs Y/N's words, a sense of wonder and disbelief washes over him like a gentle snowfall. Could it be that this ordinary mortal possesses a belief so pure and unwavering that it allows them to see beyond the veil of invisibility that shrouds him from the world? It's a notion that fills Jack with both excitement and trepidation, stirring something deep within his frost-kissed heart.

"I suppose you're right," Jack murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he gazes into Y/N's eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or disbelief. But all he finds is earnest sincerity—a belief that shines like a beacon amidst the darkness of doubt.

"Soooo, what's your name?" Y/N inquired, tilting her head to the side.

As Y/N's question breaks the momentary silence, Jack's heart skips a beat, caught off guard by the simplicity and sincerity of her inquiry. For so long, he's existed in the shadows, unseen and unnoticed by the world around him. But now, here stands someone who not only sees him but sees him as a person worthy of conversation—a person with thoughts, feelings, and perhaps even a name of his own.

"I... I'm Jack," he replies, his voice soft yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Jack Frost."

Y/N's eyes widen in surprise, a smile spreading across her face as she takes in the revelation. "Jack Frost," she repeats, the words rolling off her tongue like a whispered prayer. "JACK FROST!" she suddenly exclaims, her voice filled with childlike wonder, causing Jack to almost jump in his spot.

"Oh!" She continues, her excitement bubbling over as she begins to sway back and forth, a huge grin lighting up her face. "My father used to tell stories about you when I was little!"

As Y/N's exclamation fills the wintry air, Jack can't help but feel a mixture of astonishment and delight. To think that someone, especially someone as captivating as Y/N, grew up hearing stories about him—it's a notion that fills Jack with a warmth he's never known before.

"Your father told you stories about me?" Jack echoes, his voice tinged with wonder.

Y/N nods eagerly, a twinkle of excitement dancing in their eyes as they recall fond memories of their childhood. "Yes! He used to say that you were the guardian of winter, that you brought magic and wonder to the world with every snowflake that fell."

Jack can't help but smile at the memory, his heart swelling with pride at the thought of being remembered in such a way. "Well, I suppose your father wasn't too far off," he says with a playful grin. "Though I like to think I bring a bit more mischief than most."