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Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.10

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Jack was rushed into your study, your voice chattering away with loud thoughts as you searched frantically for your other tools that you had gathered with the help of Jamie. He had warned you about using them only in emergencies, only then and no other time, but this counted as an emergency. How long would it last, this ability to touch him with the spoon and feeding him oatmeal?

True, what you were looking for through your drawers was not a tool, but a weapon you had Jamie hunt down and buy. He had sent it to you the year before, which was when he was able to buy it legally. It was an old dagger made of silver; you had made sure he checked it was silver. It was costly, but worth it, or so Jamie had convinced you to think so, and now you were glad that you listen to him.

“Uh, what are you looking for?” Jack asked from the table, his most favorite place to sit though there was a perfectly good chair near the laptop. “You really don’t miss you hurt arm at all, do you? Look at you; you’re everywhere at once—like Tooth’s mini fairies.”

You kicked open a drawer that was stuck, causing the winter spirit to jump up lightly. “Mini fairies . . .  I have no time for new testing . . .”

He was watching your every move, his control on the winds helping you with some of the mess once in a while, but you paid no attention to it. He didn’t seem to mind as he was far more interesting in watching you dig through your equipment, even though you had begun to pull out the dissecting tools. Very sharp dissecting tools.

You were bent over small box that held many of your old things, a lock holding the box shut from past memories. Jack was trying not to laugh as your upper body disappeared behind the box when leaning to get to another smaller one behind it. He was a foot away, hand outstretched as if to take you from around the waist when you suddenly jolted up with a small, rectangular box.

His blue eyes blinked at you startled, you blinked back in wonder, thinking of what it meant to have found something you had kept hidden from your mother.

“Wh-what is that?” he asked cautiously.

Jack had been watching you struggle with the silver box, your fingers not quick getting hold of it because the other wounded hand couldn’t hold the box up correctly. It wasn’t until it was placed on the table that you were able to lift the top from it. Jack leaned over your shoulder to take a look, and in doing so he caused you to shiver and get goose bumps all over your body.

You could feel blood moving up your neck and to your face as Jack almost rested his chin on your shoulder. Almost.

“It’s a silver dagger, Jack.” You tried to answer as smooth as possible, which was a hard task to do with him breathing next to your ear. “Uh, he got it engraved too.”

You ran your thumb to its side, two letters prominently traceable: “J-B,” you said to Jack, turning your face slightly only to be paralyzed on the spot by how close he was. “Have you not heard of personal space?!”

“Think of me as the wind.” He grinned, blowing a cool air on your nose and causing it to go bright red. “Ha, Rudolph.”

“Please don’t tell me that thing is real. His nose might just be a tumor or something un-magical and what not.”

Since the earlier episode where you had momentarily made contact with Jack, you had refused to walk through him like you usually did. He seemed pleased with that, actually, he seemed overjoyed by that fact that he constantly walked right next to you. Every time he would reach out or move a bit closer, you would jolt back and he would grin. But the grin he wore now was of discomfort as his eyes watched the dagger in your hand.

“Sit,” you motioned with the closed dagger to the table. To your surprise, he listened and was sited over one crossed leg on the table. “I want to check something really quick, and make sure that the spoon thing was not just a coincidence.”

“Coincidence?” Jack asked, blinking nervously as you opened the small blade and held it up between you. “You’re not thinking of stabbing me, are you?”

The side of your lips twitched into a sly smile, your eyes moving over the JB initials on the blade. No doubt Jamie had been studying about werewolves or else he wouldn’t have bought a silver dagger with his initials that was easily concealed. Every other mythical creature was somewhat weak to silver or had some strange story with it, and now you were going to put it to the test.

“Think fast!” You threw the knife into the air and watched as Jack moved forward, moving his staff and freezing the ground you stood on and sending you crashing into the chair near the desk. When you regained your balance, lifting yourself halfway up from the chair, you stared at Jack. “You . . . you caught it!”

“What where you trying to do?!” he yelled back at you, though your thoughts were too occupied with his hand that had completely frozen the dagger and with the thought that he never lost hand of the staff. “You were going to hurt yourself for the sake of trying to see if silver could hurt me?!”

True, if Jack had not thrown you off balance and caught the dagger, there was a large chance it would have cut the only arm you had that was useable. But you paid no attention to his ranting about how stupid it was how you tested theories. It was how you always tested things, by putting yourself in dangerous situation because there was no other way. It surely wasn’t the first time you broke an arm, dislocated a shoulder, or twisted an ankle for jumping from a roof, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Are you listening to me?!”

Of course you were not listening to what he was saying to you and were completely ignoring the glares he was directing at you. Your mind was running at top speed, watching his hand holding the bladed tightly and making his veins visible. That only sent sparks of enthusiasm shooting through your body, causing you to leap towards Jack and bend low to obverse his hands.

Human, but as pale as death; he was a walking corpse, a body that was freshly out of the morgue and in your study. Was blood running through those veins? Would the silver dagger be able to cut him, or could you make a silver needle to take blood out, was that possible? His heart, was it beating like yours?

You straightened up, your eyes locking to Jack’s as your hand reached for the frozen dagger. Your fingers instantly felt the extreme coldness of the iced blade and you retracted them before they got stuck. They were kept above the blade, above Jack’s fingers as they tighten around it. Your eyes moved slowly over them, taking in the different in color of his skin and your own.

Your body was naturally cold to the touch, but compared to Jack they might as well be a ray of sunshine. Your hand looked warm for once, but that just made you much more aware of how different he was. Not transparent, you couldn’t see through him . . . but he was so very pale, and you still couldn’t touch him.

“Jack—”

Your body had been picked up and slammed against the wall by a gust of wind that shouldn’t have even been able to get into the sealed room. The dagger had been thrown towards the wall also, digging into it far deeper than you would have thought possible. It would take a lot to pull it out. Around the blade, frost began to bloom and spread quickly until you could feel that your clothes had been frozen to the wall.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”  Jack was leaning over you, his hands on each side of your face as he glared down at you. “When seeing me, you’re not supposed to look at me like that!—Like some freak test subject that shouldn’t exist—you’re supposed to like me, to love me because you believe in me!”

You were tongue tied with his reaction to you observing him. The loud sound coming from outside the house had you confirming the bit of information Jamie had given you; Jack’s anger could cause snowstorms, and the snow in the city was going to stay a bit longer than intended. It was, indeed, going to be hell frozen over.

“You can’t experiment on human beings.”

Who knows what possessed you to say it, but you would blame every teaching your mother had taught you on the next words: “You’re not human . . . you’re a winter spirit, Jack. I can’t even touch you, and you couldn’t touch me in any way; not physically or emotionally.”

It was a lie, or at least at the moment it felt like you were telling Jack a complete lie. You could no longer hold his eyes, keeping yours firmly looking at his chest, watching how his chest heaved up and down. He didn’t move and kept you locked in between his arms as he created more ice on the wall behind you.

“You still expect me to stay here,” he asked, “You’re still thinking I’m going to let you use me as your lab rat?”

You said nothing, couldn’t say anything because you had no idea what to say. For one, you didn’t like watching Jack like this, hurt and causing a snowstorm, but you still wanted to have proof that he really existed and be able to fight that existence. With those thoughts, you lifted your gaze to look him in the eyes one more time before you spoke, thinking that would make your thoughts clear.

All that came out as he leaned lower to be face to face was, “Your eyes are ice cold blue.”

“I mirrored image of the heart inside you,” he answered, his eyes turning into a sharper color, “Why can’t you stopped questioning my existence and just believe I’m here . . . with you. Just close your eyes and believe without questioning me!”

You opened your mouth to say something, but his eyes told you that he would freeze it shut if you argued. With a short glared, you listened to him and closed your eyes, leaning back on the wall to make sure that when you opened them you would be looking at Jack . . . or that place he should be.

The room temperature dropped to a colder degree than it had before. You could feel cold drops falling on your skin and making you tremble, which had you thinking Jack had made it snow inside again. You kept your eyes shut, tightly shut and refusing to move a muscle because you thought any movement would cause them to open.

Keeping your face held up, your good arm wrapped around the hurt one that was handing in front of your chest, you waited patiently for Jack to speak. Waited for him to say anything, but he didn’t and something told you that when you opened your eyes, he wouldn’t be there anymore.

“Jack—” you opened your eyes and chocked on your words.

There was snow falling inside your study and had piled up in some of the corners, but that you could deal with later. What had made you choke on Jack’s name was the fact that he had been leaning towards you, his hair caressing yours as his lips hovered over your own, which were now frozen and hurting as if he had been . . .

You face was burning and you were sure you were melting the snow falling on you. “D-did you just . . .” Jack turned away embarrassed, “kiss me . . .?”
I'm trying to update faster, and I'm hoping to get more feedback on this story . . . please :iconawwwplz:
Anyways, here's another chapter to keep y'all entertained, but I have updated this story much more than other, so be happy you don't have to wait a month like one of my other fanfics =_= not proud of that.

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well.... he admitted to loving reader-chan so why is it so disbelievable that he'd kiss her?