Chapter 1 Jack Frost x Male!Reader

The guardians all stood in shock over who had appeared in the crystal. All except a young looking white haired teen.

Recently, children had been dying, for unknown reasons, and it turned out a new villain had come out of the shadows, endangering the children of the world. The man in the moon decided it was time to recruit a new member, in addition to the current guardians. But his choice had made all of the guardians unsettled.

“Who’s that?” Jack Frost asked, as the whole group stayed silent, watching the shady figure inside the crystal. Tooth was the first one to break the silence, with a nervous chuckle.

“He can’t be serious, right? Right? I mean, we can’t ask him to join us… he’ll never accept, he never has.” She tried to sound as brave as she could, but a crack in the middle of her little rant took away any strength the seemed to have. Bunny was unusually quiet, while Sandman looked down. Jack looked to North for consultation. But he looked just as guilty as the others.

“Guys, what’s going on? Who is this?” He asked again. North cleared his throat and placed a hand on Jacks shoulder.

“That person is the… spirit of witchcraft and music.” Jack had never heard of this person before.

“Why music in addition to witchcraft?” He questioned. His attention was taken away from North as a new hand was placed on his other shoulder. He turned to see a nervous smile on Tooth’s face,

“Music was created by witches, so it’s only natural… but you see…” She trailed off and North took the lead again.

“He doesn’t like us. Not since… well, either way, we can’t go and get him. So that means that you’ll have to get him for us Jack.” Jack was about to ask why, when Bunny cut him off, quite loudly.

“Are you crazy!? The crazy maniac will kill Jack before he even has the chance to blink once he finds out we sent him!” North sighed and massaged his temples,

“There’s nothing we can do. It’s either we don’t recruit him, and risk never defeating this new villain, or we get him, like the man in the moon said we should.” Jack had no idea what was going on at this point, but was cut off again before he could ask what the hell was going on.

“Votes on making Jack get the Witch, raise your hand,” said Tooth as she raised her hand. Everyone else looked at her, then to Jack, before raising their hands.

“Woah, woah, woah guys! I have no idea what is happening right now!” Jack exclaimed when all the attention was finally on him. Bunny sighed, before walking to stand in front of him,

“Look, mate, all we can say is that we have a shaky past with that brat. He doesn’t like us, and we have more of a chance to get him to join us if you ask him instead of us. He lives in France, in the mountains, in a huge mansion. North’ll get you a map to reference where he is. All we can say is… don’t tick him off. He’s not kind to strangers.” Jack took in all the information and sighed, before nodding begrudgingly. If it helped his fellow guardians, he would help them.

North gave him the directions to the mansion, before warning him.

“If he starts playing music, cover your ears, it can manipulate emotions.”

“What does he even look like?” North chuckled before giving him the most serious look he had ever given Jack in the whole time that they’d known each other,

“You’ll know when you see him, be careful.” And with that, he pushed Jack to leave.




Jack flew across the skies of France. It was currently winter, and a particularly cold one at that, so snow adorned the mountains that the mansion was hidden in. Jack muttered a few curses as he realised that he was lost, and couldn’t find the mansion. After a bit of circling, he decided to land, and find the mansion by foot.

Wandering around like a lost puppy, the pale teen scratched his head in annoyance as he stared down at the map that North had given him. He looked up ahead, only to find a cliff. He groaned in annoyance and threw the map down,

“It’s supposed to be right there!” Just as he screamed, the map blew ahead of him, shocking him before he started chasing it. He was almost at the edge of the cliff when he saw the piece of paper disappear. Not down a cliff, it just vanished in fin air. Jack stopped, confused. He stepped forwards cautiously before feeling some warmth right in front of him. Stretching his hand outward, it disappeared and he took it back quickly.

He grinned as he ran forward, the scenery changing immediately. The snowy terrain of the alps was instantly changed to one of a meadow, a giant house at the edge of it. When Jack thought it was huge, he wasn’t exaggerating, it was huge. He made his way towards it, stepping on the porch. He was about to knock, before remembering the cautions that his friends had given him. Pulling his hand back, he took a deep breathe, and opened the door.

The inside was warm, but the colours were gloomy. Deep shades of purple, blue and black adorned the furniture, curtains and carpets. Even the pictures were dark. He stepped inside cautiously, listening for anyone. When the coast was clear, he stepped into a room, a large table in the middle of it. It was much lighter than the entrance. Light shades of blue and green decorated the walls, making it much friendlier than before. He lost all caution at that moment and walked in casually, flipping his stick in his hand.

That’s when he heard it. The smallest sound of piano being played. He followed the sound to a different room. It was empty, but there was a door, slightly cracked open at the corner of the room. He snuck towards the door and peered though it. There in the middle of a dimly lit room, was a grand piano. And at the piano was a person. A person with a mix of purple and (h/c) hair. His fingers moved smoothly across the keys. But the song wasn’t happy, quite the opposite actually. Jack felt a pain in his chest as he listened to the song.

Throughout it, he had a few visions. That of a young (e/c) eyed male being dragged across a town, a bunch of villagers following. The pictures turned quite dark as the male was tied to a cross and his mouth was gaged. He had tears streaming down his face as someone gave a speech. Soon after, a torch was brought down onto some wood that lay under the cross. The last think Jack saw was the teen screaming in pain as the flames licked at his feet. He was then thrown out of the visions as soon as the music stopped.

The person sighed and stood up, turning around to reveal his face. He was young, probably a teen like Jack himself. His face resembled that of the boy in Jacks vision. But his eyes weren’t the same. Instead of (e/c), they were a sharp yellow. The teen sighed as he wiped away a few tears from his face, making Jack wonder what had made him so sad. The boy left the room through another door, leading Jack to another room. Jack watched him exit the house through some glass doors, and peaked around the corner to watch him. What Jack saw had shocked him. At least a hundred gravestones littered the place the teen had walked into.

The (f/c) clad male knelt in front of each, muttering a prayer before moving on to the next grave stone. Every time he left one, flowers would grow in front of the gravestone. After around ten minutes, the teen was done and he left the scene, disappearing from Jacks view. Jack walked over to the graveyard. He looked at one of the graveyards. The name ‘Natalia Grace’ was printed into the stone. The age the girl had died caught Jacks attention. 1451-1467, the girl had been 16 when she had died. Then under the numbers the phrase ‘Burnt as a witch’ was etched. Jack stared at it for a while before moving onto another one. Different name, different date, same phrase. ‘Burnt as a witch’. Another one, ‘Burnt as a witch’. Another one, ‘Burnt as a witch’.

“Who are you?” A soft voice asked, scaring Jack. He turned to be faced with the male. Jack laughed nervously before scratching the back of his head.

“Sorry, I should have probably knocked, yeah?” The boy didn’t reply, just watched him, making Jack slightly uncomfortable. Jack looked away, bringing his attention back to the gravestones. “That’s a lot of witches, why are they all buried here?” He asked and the male suddenly looked sad. He walked passed the white haired teen and placed a hand on one of the gravestones.

“Because no one would bury a witch,” he whispered. Jack observed the male. He was in a (f/c) robe, and his hair was ragged, and quite long. That’s when Jack remembered the task at hand.

“So hey, it would be great to chat, but I need to find the spirit of Witchcraft and music’ do you know where I can find him?” Jack asked. The other teen’s eyes widened before he turned to the other person. He walked towards him and Jack instinctively took a step back. The yellow eyed male looked a bit hurt, and stopped his advance, but kept his gaze on the boy in the blue hoodie.

“Why are you looking for him?”

“Because the guardians sent me.” Jack replied, watching the other boy closely. He looked shocked at first, before a mixed look of rage and pain etched it’s way into his face. He turned around before turning his head slightly so Jack could see his eye.

“He doesn’t want anything to do with the guardians. Leave now.” Jack didn’t budge,

“They sent me here because children all over the world are in danger. Please, help me find him and convince him to help us. Both the others and I would be really grateful if you could-,” he was cut off but the other boys bitter laugh,

“Gratitude? Have you ever wondered if I wanted your gratitude? I think not. The guardians failed me in my time of need, I will never help those hypocrites.” It took a moment to process but it finally sunk into Jacks head.

“Wait, you… You’re the spirit of witchcraft and music?” He asked and the other turned to face him, a bitter smiled on his face.

“Took you a while, Jack Frost.” He then bowed. “The spirit of witchcraft and magic, (m/n) at your service… But I won’t help them.” The burning look from (m/n) that Jack received gave him an overwhelming feeling of fear. It was a look full of betrayal, sadness, hurt, but most of all, it was the look of deep and never-ending hatred.