Jack Frost/Pitch Black: Untitled Fill
Title: Untitled
Author: grimcognito
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of it, I just put the words together.
Author Notes: The one thing I wanted after watching this movie was a sequel where Pitch got to redeem himself (and make out with Jack.)
Summary: Fill for this prompt at the meme.
Word Count: 1585
Pitch woke slowly, relishing the utter relaxation of returning from a deep sleep. It was a rare treat for him, and the first he’d had since he’d been tainted with the chaos that had fed on his loneliness and driven him mad.
His calm was disturbed slightly at the memories of his self destruction, the battle with the Guardians, and finally, his own nightmares doing the only thing they could; ripping the chaos from his spirit when he was too weak to fight back. When he’d finally come around after, his mind calm for the first time in decades and surrounded by his nightmares, feeling their grief from having to do such a thing to their master, he could only thank them.
Pushing the memory away with a sigh, Pitch let himself drift in that half-awake dreamy state, not quite ready to face the waking world just yet. It was then that he noticed something off. Nothing dangerous, but he always knew when something in his realm changed, and he could feel it now. A touch of cold, a hint of a breeze whispering softly through the caverns, a soft laugh.
Pitch smiled and opened his eyes, blinking at Jack, who was lying on his side next to the bed Pitch slept under, watching him with a fond grin through the gap between the bedcovers and the floor. He looked relaxed, one arm pillowing his head, his other hand tucked into his sweater pocket, legs crossed at the ankles.
Pitch could see the bottom of his staff where it was leaning against the far wall. There was a large patch of frost spread across the ground near his head, covered in idle doodling. He must have bee here a while, then.
“Jack. I thought you’d be gone for another week, at least.”
Jack grinned and shook his head. “Hello to you too, Pitch. And as a matter of fact, I should be gone by now, but I was nearby-“ Pitch made a disbelieving noise, he was always nearby. Shadows anywhere could be a link to his realm. Jack winked at him, but didn’t pause in his speech, “-and decided to drop by.”
Pitch knew he should move, at least get out from under the bed and stand so they could have a relatively normal conversation, but he was too comfortable, and stayed curled up in his shadows. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
Jack chuckled and, tucking his hands close to his chest, rolled past the covers and under the bed until he was nose to nose with Pitch. “You looked so peaceful, and I know it’s been a long time since you got a chance to really sleep.”
Not sure what to say to that, Pitch just gathered Jack close, nuzzling his face into the soft white hair as he wrapped his shadows around the both of them. Jack shifted a bit to get comfortable and settled with an arm and a leg flung over Pitch’s body, his head resting on Pitch’s shoulder.
“So, this is how you usually sleep? No wonder you can’t get any rest when we sleep on the bed.”
Pitch tensed. He hadn’t even thought about it, but this was the first time Jack had seen him actually sleeping. Pitch usually stayed in the bed with Jack when he was with him. He didn’t need to sleep often, so it hadn’t been a bother that he got no rest from it, he had Jack to hold and that was more than enough.
He held in a sigh at his own rose-tinted musings. Apparently, old age had him sentimental.
“If you are uncomfortable, we can move. I’ve gotten all the rest I need for a while.”
Intrigued as always by the softness of it, Jack curled his fingers into Pitch’s robe and rolled a little more, until he was half draped over Pitch. “Nah, I kind of like it down here. A little world all to ourselves. And the floor’s not so bad with your shadows to wrap up in.”
He distracted himself with pressing soft kisses over the bared skin of Pitch’s collarbone, lips lingering in the dip at the base of his throat. Pitch relaxed again and hummed contentedly, one hand drifting in slow strokes up and down the length of Jack’s back, the other petting his hair, letting the strands fall through his long fingers before sliding them back in and doing it again. He tilted his head back and let Jack explore his neck as he pleased, smiling at the attention, the low buzz of pleasure lulling his body back into bonelessness.
Jack planted one last cool kiss against the side of his neck and pulled away enough to look Pitch in the eyes. “Whoops, I almost forgot what I came down here for. I have something to give you.”
Pitch blinked, his attempt to reel Jack close again halted as he paused. “A gift?”
Jack grinned wide. “Yes, Pitch.”
The tone of voice was teasing but Pitch’s curiosity won over his indignity. “For me?”
In the back of his mind, Pitch was perfectly aware he sounded more than a little slow, but he couldn’t recall ever receiving a gift before.
Jack’s grin softened into a smile. “You see anybody else here? Of course it’s for you.” He held his hand, palm up, in the space between them. “Just watch this.”
He closed his eyes and a tiny line of concentration furrowed his brow. Pitch glanced at Jack’s face, then down at his hand. The temperature cooled as delicate frost began to gather in Jack’s palm. Pitch didn’t mind the temperature, his own body wasn’t much warmer than Jack’s and while his realm wasn’t cold, it wasn’t warm either.
As he watched, the frost began to build on itself and take shape. A thin pillar of ice climbed upwards, then branched out into a leaf and then again into delicate petals, like a small springtime flower growing.
Pitch sucked in a silent breath, caught in the detail of the tiny sculpture. It wasn’t perfect, the petals were different sizes and the leaf’s shape was wrong, but Pitch loved it.
Jack opened his eyes and let out a misty breath, laughing at the Pitch’s wide eyes and wonderstruck expression. “I’m still working on getting them just right, but I wanted to show you.”
Pitch stroked the tip of his finger just over one of the petals, wanting to touch but afraid he’d break it if he did. “It’s perfect.”
Jack laughed, delighted, and stretched his arm over Pitch’s head, using his power to gently move the flower from his palm to the floor near a bedpost where it stood, a fragile, icy little bloom.
“It’ll melt.” Pitch pointed out, not really minding, but unable to keep from stating the obvious.
Jack shrugged. “That’s okay, I’ll just come back and make another one.”
Heart clenching as he stared up at Jack, Pitch felt an odd pressure building near his eyes. He blinked away the blurriness and tugged Jack close, sealing their lips together in a kiss.
Jack all but melted into him, kissing back with just as much enthusiasm, hands buried in Pitch’s hair, curled over him with knees to either side of Pitch’s hips. Tiny kisses trailed over cheeks and brows would wander back and they’d be drinking deeply from each other once more.
When Jack finally pulled back for air, he lifted too far and thunked his head against the slats of the bedframe above him. Pitch started as Jack yelped, clutching at his head, but quickly had to bite his lip against snickering. Jack glared halfheartedly at him through his bangs, still holding the back of his head and Pitch began to laugh.
Unable to resist the humor for long, Jack was soon beginning to chuckle as well, punching Pitch lightly in the shoulder. “You’re an asshole. And you need to get a taller bed.”
Pitch tugged him close again, muffling the last of his laughter in Jack’s hair as his shadows covered them, falling away a moment later to leave them standing next to the bed. “I’ll think about it.”
He cradled Jack’s face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips one more time. “Now go. You have duties to attend to, and I’ll be here any time you happen to be nearby.”
Jack skipped back a step and sketched a sloppy bow, grinning with a wink as he straightened. “One week. One week and I’ll be back.” He shook a finger at Pitch, his tone mockingly serious. “And I better see a taller bed when I get back.”
Waving dismissively, Pitch snorted even as he began thinking of beds with more spacious undersides. “We’ll see.”
Jack smiled like he knew exactly what Pitch was thinking and darted in for one last, lingering hug, breathing in Pitch’s scent before darting away again, summoning his staff to himself and taking off with a burst of winter air. His laughter lingered in the air and Pitch found himself shaking his head at Jack’s leaving, lost in his own thoughts for a long moment.
Shaking himself out of it-really, what kind of Boogieman spent so much time daydreaming?-Pitch snapped his fingers. “Onyx!”
His favorite nightmare appeared, swirling out of the shadows and trotting near him excitedly. He pet her nose and scratched under her chin. “Go and collect the others, keep them in line for me. I’ve got some redecorating to do.”
Author: grimcognito
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of it, I just put the words together.
Author Notes: The one thing I wanted after watching this movie was a sequel where Pitch got to redeem himself (and make out with Jack.)
Summary: Fill for this prompt at the meme.
Word Count: 1585
Pitch woke slowly, relishing the utter relaxation of returning from a deep sleep. It was a rare treat for him, and the first he’d had since he’d been tainted with the chaos that had fed on his loneliness and driven him mad.
His calm was disturbed slightly at the memories of his self destruction, the battle with the Guardians, and finally, his own nightmares doing the only thing they could; ripping the chaos from his spirit when he was too weak to fight back. When he’d finally come around after, his mind calm for the first time in decades and surrounded by his nightmares, feeling their grief from having to do such a thing to their master, he could only thank them.
Pushing the memory away with a sigh, Pitch let himself drift in that half-awake dreamy state, not quite ready to face the waking world just yet. It was then that he noticed something off. Nothing dangerous, but he always knew when something in his realm changed, and he could feel it now. A touch of cold, a hint of a breeze whispering softly through the caverns, a soft laugh.
Pitch smiled and opened his eyes, blinking at Jack, who was lying on his side next to the bed Pitch slept under, watching him with a fond grin through the gap between the bedcovers and the floor. He looked relaxed, one arm pillowing his head, his other hand tucked into his sweater pocket, legs crossed at the ankles.
Pitch could see the bottom of his staff where it was leaning against the far wall. There was a large patch of frost spread across the ground near his head, covered in idle doodling. He must have bee here a while, then.
“Jack. I thought you’d be gone for another week, at least.”
Jack grinned and shook his head. “Hello to you too, Pitch. And as a matter of fact, I should be gone by now, but I was nearby-“ Pitch made a disbelieving noise, he was always nearby. Shadows anywhere could be a link to his realm. Jack winked at him, but didn’t pause in his speech, “-and decided to drop by.”
Pitch knew he should move, at least get out from under the bed and stand so they could have a relatively normal conversation, but he was too comfortable, and stayed curled up in his shadows. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
Jack chuckled and, tucking his hands close to his chest, rolled past the covers and under the bed until he was nose to nose with Pitch. “You looked so peaceful, and I know it’s been a long time since you got a chance to really sleep.”
Not sure what to say to that, Pitch just gathered Jack close, nuzzling his face into the soft white hair as he wrapped his shadows around the both of them. Jack shifted a bit to get comfortable and settled with an arm and a leg flung over Pitch’s body, his head resting on Pitch’s shoulder.
“So, this is how you usually sleep? No wonder you can’t get any rest when we sleep on the bed.”
Pitch tensed. He hadn’t even thought about it, but this was the first time Jack had seen him actually sleeping. Pitch usually stayed in the bed with Jack when he was with him. He didn’t need to sleep often, so it hadn’t been a bother that he got no rest from it, he had Jack to hold and that was more than enough.
He held in a sigh at his own rose-tinted musings. Apparently, old age had him sentimental.
“If you are uncomfortable, we can move. I’ve gotten all the rest I need for a while.”
Intrigued as always by the softness of it, Jack curled his fingers into Pitch’s robe and rolled a little more, until he was half draped over Pitch. “Nah, I kind of like it down here. A little world all to ourselves. And the floor’s not so bad with your shadows to wrap up in.”
He distracted himself with pressing soft kisses over the bared skin of Pitch’s collarbone, lips lingering in the dip at the base of his throat. Pitch relaxed again and hummed contentedly, one hand drifting in slow strokes up and down the length of Jack’s back, the other petting his hair, letting the strands fall through his long fingers before sliding them back in and doing it again. He tilted his head back and let Jack explore his neck as he pleased, smiling at the attention, the low buzz of pleasure lulling his body back into bonelessness.
Jack planted one last cool kiss against the side of his neck and pulled away enough to look Pitch in the eyes. “Whoops, I almost forgot what I came down here for. I have something to give you.”
Pitch blinked, his attempt to reel Jack close again halted as he paused. “A gift?”
Jack grinned wide. “Yes, Pitch.”
The tone of voice was teasing but Pitch’s curiosity won over his indignity. “For me?”
In the back of his mind, Pitch was perfectly aware he sounded more than a little slow, but he couldn’t recall ever receiving a gift before.
Jack’s grin softened into a smile. “You see anybody else here? Of course it’s for you.” He held his hand, palm up, in the space between them. “Just watch this.”
He closed his eyes and a tiny line of concentration furrowed his brow. Pitch glanced at Jack’s face, then down at his hand. The temperature cooled as delicate frost began to gather in Jack’s palm. Pitch didn’t mind the temperature, his own body wasn’t much warmer than Jack’s and while his realm wasn’t cold, it wasn’t warm either.
As he watched, the frost began to build on itself and take shape. A thin pillar of ice climbed upwards, then branched out into a leaf and then again into delicate petals, like a small springtime flower growing.
Pitch sucked in a silent breath, caught in the detail of the tiny sculpture. It wasn’t perfect, the petals were different sizes and the leaf’s shape was wrong, but Pitch loved it.
Jack opened his eyes and let out a misty breath, laughing at the Pitch’s wide eyes and wonderstruck expression. “I’m still working on getting them just right, but I wanted to show you.”
Pitch stroked the tip of his finger just over one of the petals, wanting to touch but afraid he’d break it if he did. “It’s perfect.”
Jack laughed, delighted, and stretched his arm over Pitch’s head, using his power to gently move the flower from his palm to the floor near a bedpost where it stood, a fragile, icy little bloom.
“It’ll melt.” Pitch pointed out, not really minding, but unable to keep from stating the obvious.
Jack shrugged. “That’s okay, I’ll just come back and make another one.”
Heart clenching as he stared up at Jack, Pitch felt an odd pressure building near his eyes. He blinked away the blurriness and tugged Jack close, sealing their lips together in a kiss.
Jack all but melted into him, kissing back with just as much enthusiasm, hands buried in Pitch’s hair, curled over him with knees to either side of Pitch’s hips. Tiny kisses trailed over cheeks and brows would wander back and they’d be drinking deeply from each other once more.
When Jack finally pulled back for air, he lifted too far and thunked his head against the slats of the bedframe above him. Pitch started as Jack yelped, clutching at his head, but quickly had to bite his lip against snickering. Jack glared halfheartedly at him through his bangs, still holding the back of his head and Pitch began to laugh.
Unable to resist the humor for long, Jack was soon beginning to chuckle as well, punching Pitch lightly in the shoulder. “You’re an asshole. And you need to get a taller bed.”
Pitch tugged him close again, muffling the last of his laughter in Jack’s hair as his shadows covered them, falling away a moment later to leave them standing next to the bed. “I’ll think about it.”
He cradled Jack’s face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips one more time. “Now go. You have duties to attend to, and I’ll be here any time you happen to be nearby.”
Jack skipped back a step and sketched a sloppy bow, grinning with a wink as he straightened. “One week. One week and I’ll be back.” He shook a finger at Pitch, his tone mockingly serious. “And I better see a taller bed when I get back.”
Waving dismissively, Pitch snorted even as he began thinking of beds with more spacious undersides. “We’ll see.”
Jack smiled like he knew exactly what Pitch was thinking and darted in for one last, lingering hug, breathing in Pitch’s scent before darting away again, summoning his staff to himself and taking off with a burst of winter air. His laughter lingered in the air and Pitch found himself shaking his head at Jack’s leaving, lost in his own thoughts for a long moment.
Shaking himself out of it-really, what kind of Boogieman spent so much time daydreaming?-Pitch snapped his fingers. “Onyx!”
His favorite nightmare appeared, swirling out of the shadows and trotting near him excitedly. He pet her nose and scratched under her chin. “Go and collect the others, keep them in line for me. I’ve got some redecorating to do.”