Rise Of The Guardians Oneshots

Let Her Go - BlackIce

WARNINGS: Brief mention of panic attack/nightmare
Sorry I haven't updated this in ages, I didn't have anything I wanted to write but then Let Her Go by Passenger went on and my mind went "write an ROTG songfic" so here it is. It's kinda canon I guess? I don't really know I'm just writing shit now. This also mentions a bit from the books, which I've never read but I have read many a-fanfiction so like same difference.

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go...

It had been ages since Jack had seen Pitch, which said a lot for an immortal with little concept of time. 

It wasn't long after their little war that Sandman had found a solution for a problem he'd been wondering for longer than Jack had existed: whether there was a way to help Pitch release himself from the Fearlings.

It wasn't perfect, of course, Fearlings were fickle creatures that had little to no logic, much less logic that applied to Earth. But it worked well enough; while he still preferred being called Pitch to Kozmotis, he was in a more solid state of mind, and while he wasn't necessarily on friendly terms with all of the Guardians, he did help them if necessary.

There were a few he did get along with, however. Once he'd proven his new allegiance, North was more than welcoming to the Bogeyman. Sanderson as well, glad to have one of the few who had been there during the Golden Age. And then there was Jack. Well, maybe they were on more than friendly terms; Jack had never kissed or cuddled or slept with (in both senses of the word) any of his human friends, nor felt like this with them. However, it had been a solid century or so since he last saw Pitch, really saw him, not just one of his NightMares.

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you'll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you'll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies

Last he knew, Pitch had finally seen his daughter again all these millennia later, but he didn't know if his boyfriend was still there or somewhere completely different.

After another night of waking up to his stuffed bear with a layer of frost, he was in a pretty pissy mood. The bear was his one thing from life, his mother had made it for him. He used to be extremely careful with it, however after a night of bad nightmares and and a horrible panic attack (Pitch may have been the Nightmare King but the minions had minds of their own) when he'd nearly ripped it, the taller had reinforced it to be practically indestructible. Therefor the frost didn't worry him, but he tended to lose a bit of control when he was upset, and feeling abandoned and lonely certainly helped.

But you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go

He was sulking around the hideout he'd been staying in, now that he was in South America and not near the other guardians, when he heard a rustle. His staff wasn't far and he grabbed it quickly enough to check out the opening of the cave he was in, when...

"Sorry, love."

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast
Well you see her when you fall asleep
Never to touch and never to keep
'Cause you loved her too much and you dived too deep

"Pitchiner Black!" He scolded while nuzzling into the older's chest.

"Still not my name."

"Where've you been?!" Jack ignored him.

"Emily Jane wanted to show me just about anything, including all of the seasons blooming and animals migrating."

"You could've let me know..." he grumbled.

"I'm sorry again, Jack. It's alright, I'm here now, and I plan on staying for awhile."

"You better."

They stayed out for a moment, both more than accustomed to the cold, before Jack dragged his boyfriend inside to rest.

"I don't know when you last slept," he interrupted the protest, "and I'll be damned if I don't make sure you do."

"And what about you, Jack? When did you sleep last?" Pitch raised an eyebrow.

"This is about you," the frost spirit pouted.

"Hm, well then, join me in bed."

"Fine," Jack rolled his eyes, as if he wasn't practically begging Pitch to invite him (only mentally, but Pitch could read his negative emotions well, and the dread at possibly being turned down was easy to pick out).

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go...

"Let me brush your hair!"

"Really Jack, it isn't necessary, you can just rest-"

"Nope! I don't care if your hair doesn't need brushing or whatever, I want to and I know you like it when I do and I haven't gotten to in a century. Pleaseeeeeeeee?"

Pitch snorted. "How could I say no?" He began humming a song that he picked up from Emily Jane (Jack had met Mother Nature a few times in passing, but not since he began dating her dad, they should probably fix that soon...)

Oh, oh, woah, oh, oh
And you let her go
Oh, oh, woah, oh, oh
And you let her go
Woah

Jack took his time to work through each small tangle, gently massaging the sensitive scalp to prolong the affair, but he noticed Pitch's eyes drooping a bit and pushed him over, clamoring on top of him and pulling the light duvet over them both (he may be living in a cave, but it was furnished).

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go

The long months, years, decades were lonely, but now that he was here, feeling his boyfriend's chest move with each steady breath, lanky arms draping over him protectively as he breathed in the unique scent of his lover, well, it was almost worth it (almost).

As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go...

[A/N: This was going to end in angst but then I didn't want to because it was so sweet so here's more self indulgent fluff because apparently that's all I'm writing today.]