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Jack collapsed onto a huge pile of snow, laughing as he gets pelted with a multitude of snowballs, his attackers lunging at him with equally the same amount of mirth and fun as he had. 'Chaaarge!' Jamie led the assault with a huge smirk as they ran out of snowballs, their white-haired supplier now a target for a big hug-pile attack instead. It has been two years since the Guardians have defeated Pitch, and Jack's first group of believers have surely grown. 'Aaagh! You guys have gotten way heavier!' Jack laughed and groaned at the same time as the kids pressed onto him, starting with Jamie, then Sophie, followed by Caleb, Pippa, Claude and Monty. Finally, like a (very heavy) cherry on top, Cupcake flattened all of them in one leap, squeals of laughter ringing out in the snow-covered clearing near Jack's lake.
'Okay, okay, you got me..' The winter spirit laid on the snow with a smile on his face, slightly panting from the all that activity. Jamie approached him with a slightly concerned expression. 'You okay, Jack?' Jack levers his body up with his elbows and waved it off. 'Yeah, I'm just..a bit low on battery, like a cellphone..we do get tired, you know.' The others have joined Jamie, and the young brunette had this mischievous, knowing grin that made Jack slightly nervous. 'Guys, I think the Guardian of Fun needs to be recharged..' Before Jack even realized what was happening, the kids were all over him again, but this time they weren't after hugs. No. They're after something far worse. And Jamie's war cry had just confirmed it. 'Tickle attack!'
The white-haired teen's eyes widened right before he felt fingers prodding his armpits, sides and stomach through his hoodie - the blue fabric doing very little in protecting his sensitive spots. Jack squealed before giggling and squirming non-stop, his laughter steadily increasing in pitch and volume. 'Stop hahahahaha guys hahahaha cuhuhut it out! AAAHAHAHAHA NOOO! CUPCAKE!' Jack reared his head and burst into full laughter when Cupcake sat on his hips and lifted his hoodie up - only to give his slim, pale, sensitive tummy a vicious raspberry. The winter spirit writhed and twisted wildly, that the twins had to sit on his arms to further restrain him while tickling his pits, while Monty and Pippa focused on his sides, playing his ribs like harp strings on each side.
To his horror, Jack did not register where Jamie and Sophie were, and that could only mean one thing: he's done for. 'AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!' A loud, unmanly shriek escaped his lips as he felt four sets of fingernails scratch the sole of his right foot, his untouched left foot kicking up in the air wildly in response. Jack's desperate pleads and shrieks of 'NOOO!' was drowned out by Jamie's triumphant declaration ('It's his feet! Get his feet!'), and in seconds Monty and Pippa joined them, leaving the twins to tickle both his armpits and sides. Monty and Jamie sat on each of his legs and pulled back his pale toes, while Sophie and Pippa mercilessly tickled his arches. If only Jack wasn't the one howling with desperate laughter, he would've praised the way the little devils broke down their tickle victim.
And boy, did they break him down thoroughly - he could not tell if Sophie and Pippa had a thing for his feet but they really scribbled their fingernails across his smoooth, soft soles, not missing any spot untouched. They even tickled the small lines in the middle of his arches, causing him to shriek and buck more desperately than before. It was Jamie and Monty though who drove him to ticklish insanity, as not only did they block his toes from scrunching up defensively, but they also started tickling underneath and in between his toes. At that point, Jack was already screaming with laughter.
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A few meters away, hidden in a thicket, the rest of the Guardians watched in complete amusement as Jack gets tickled away by his believers - especially the Pooka. 'I told ya North, he's way too ticklish! You owe me five dollars mate!' Bunnymund smirked at the large Russian man beside him, who was chuckling himself. 'I still cannot believe Jack is THAT sensitive! I must build him..a tickle chair!' Tooth laughed at that. 'I told you so! I would tickle him again and again just to see those pearly whites of his!' Even Sandy smirked as he formed little tentacles of sand all around him. As for Bunny..Jack wouldn't even want to know what he's planning for him. But the Guardian of Hope smiled at the winter spirit just the same. 'Look at 'im..he's really enjoying his time with the little ankle biters..'
Anyone could tell the enjoyment is mutual, for the children loved hearing Jack's laughter and in all its forms, from his usual mischievous chuckle to his hysterical ticklish guffaws. Jamie craved it the most, probably because he's his first believer and the spirit's affinity for tricks and laughter has been endowed to him in some way. In turn, the winter spirit never really fought back, and eventually letting natural reflexes take over as the children continued tickling him relentlessly. They only stopped when Cupcake noticed ticklish tears leaking out of Jack's eyes as he convulsed wildly on the bed of snow.
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They were all panting (though not as heavy as Jack), tired from all that ruckus..but with wide smiles on their faces, nonetheless. The children crawled onto Jack and cuddled against him, causing a chorus of 'Awww!' from the hiding Guardians. Jack, however, had a very mischievous smirk on his face - and no one was surprised at what came next. Almost fifteen minutes later, the kids were running away from a fully recharged Jack as he sent giant snowballs after them, their sweet laughter more than enough to vindicate the fact that Jack Frost is, without a doubt, the Guardian of Fun.
Vacation, or, the Sand Guardian, Guardian of the Sand
written for Phanniemay '16, Day 8: Vacation
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It was a beautiful day to be at the beach. The sun was shining. The waves crashed into the shore every few seconds with a dull roar. Seagulls flew overhead, circling and cawing.
Or, as Danny saw it, it was hot as hell, the ocean kept washing up plastic and driftwood, and seagulls kept trying to make moves on his bag of chips.
'Not today, you little shit,' he hissed, snatching his bag up and away from one enterprising bird. His sudden movement kicked up sand into the bag, dusting the corn chips with more than the original nacho cheese flavoring. 'Dammit. Look at what you made me do!' He gestured at the bag angrily, waving his arms at the gull. The bird looked back at him, unperturbed.
'Do you think if I told Dad I thought this seagull was possessed by a ghost he'd manage to chase them all away for good?' Danny asked, turning to his sister.
Jazz shifted slightly in her beach chair, thumbing the page of her novel. 'Please don't. Remember the last time he thought an animal was possessed? He scorched our tent and the tents on the neighboring campsites, for one. There is no way that place is letting us back again.'
'That poor raccoon,' Danny said, remembering with a shudder. 'Good point.'
Jazz adjusted her wide-brimmed hat and pushed her sunglasses further up her nose. 'Why not go in the water? It'd definitely cool you down a bit.'
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Jazz looked at Danny skeptically over the tops of her glasses. 'Danny, we both know you have no trouble getting out of his sleeper hold.'
'Three years ago you'd be running for the nearest phone to call Social Services for child abuse.' Danny grouched, slouching down in his chair. His feet left dark gouges in the sand as he pushed them forward, trying to bury his feet in the cool, damp sand beneath the surface.
'True. But that was when you were a lot less self sufficient. You can handle yourself pretty well now, no matter what Mom and Dad throw at you.'
Danny looked at his sister in surprise. 'I'm not sure whether to be insulted or-'
'Take the compliment, Danny. They're good for self-esteem,' Jazz said, smiling into her book. 'Now go get in the ocean before you fry.'
Danny rose from his seat with a sigh, blinking into the bright light reflecting off of the water. His parents were out there somewhere. They liked to swim out to find sandbars to walk on; there was a good chance they'd floated a bit down the shore already.
He started to gingerly tiptoe his way over the hot sand before a very peculiar feeling bubbled up from his chest, cold air freezing his tongue and the roof of his mouth. 'Man, does that feel weird when it's hot out,' he muttered to himself, rubbing his arms absentmindedly. 'And of course this happens now. Why wouldn't a ghost attack when I'm hundreds of miles away from Amity Park on vacation?'
He scanned the surrounding beach warily. The beach was for the most part empty; it was prime sun time and most of the locals preferred to take this part of the afternoon indoors. It was just before tourist season, too. The Fentons were frugal folk and liked to make the most of their time away from work, leading to all sorts of interesting vacations. This one had been surprisingly normal, so far.
The sands beneath his feet trembled slightly and began to slide out from under him like water being sucked into a big wave. He jumped back quickly and with another check for any onlookers, reached into that now-refreshingly cold part of his chest and tugged. Cool white light washed over him, bleaching his dark hair to white and infusing his eyes with green. He let himself ignore gravity for a few moments, floating a few inches above the shifting sands.
He watched as the sands built up into a tall column, nearly a mountain. He was sure the sand was about to crash down on him before a craggy face formed out of the side facing him and began to speak.
'I AM THE SAND GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE SAND!' The thing rasped, sand pouring from its mouth as it spoke through constantly crumbling lips.
'What the-' Danny began.
The seagull that had been terrorizing him earlier landed on what must have been the sand monster's shoulder. Danny knew it was the same one - it had the exact same dark wings and white-tipped feathers. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't for the thing to open up its beak and squawk, 'Poseidon quivers before them!'
Danny craned his head to look up at the pair. 'I'm not Poseidon and I really didn't need anyone messing with my vacation. Fuck off,' he said irritably.
Both the sand monster and the seagull somehow managed to look taken aback. 'YOU… ARE NOT POSEIDON?' The monster boomed.
'Why the hell would you think I'm Poseidon? Last I checked, I didn't have a flowing beard or a trident,' Danny pointed out.
'..THIS IS TRUE. HOWEVER, YOU TASTE OF COLD, DARK WATER. YOU SMELL OF SALT.' The seagull squawked in agreement.
'What do you mean I- oh. Ice powers. You taste my ice powers, dumbass! And I smell like salt because I was swimming earlier! It's probably still in my hair,' Danny said, ruffling his hands through his hair to dislodge some of the salt that had crusted at the roots.
'I KNOW OF NO OTHER BEING WHO FEELS SUCH A WAY. YOU ARE A THREAT TO THE SAND AND THUS MUST BE ELIMINATED,' the thing rumbled, leaning forward menacingly.
The seagull took off with what Danny could swore was a cackle, cawing, 'Quiver before them!'
Before Danny could flip the bird the bird, sand was suddenly crashing down all around him, filling his nose, ears, and mouth with salty, gritty dirt. He panicked for a few moments before he remembered he was a ghost and therefore immune to physical attacks. He went intangible, ignoring the familiar tingly feeling as sand filled the space that he still technically occupied. He flew in the direction he thought was up and soon emerged out the side of the sand monster, now reforming itself to stand as tall as it had before engulfing him with sand.
Danny coughed several times, trying to resolve some of the dryness still stuck in his throat. He'd have to worry about that later. This thing had attacked him on his vacation, filled his jumpsuit with sand, and now it was going to pay.
'What did I say to you a minute ago, sand guardian?' He yelled, reaching out with both hands and emitting ice, as much ice as he could muster on such a hot day. The monster rumbled in surprise as ice spread up from the bottom of the column of sand to the top, quickly climbing up to its face.
'SAND GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE SAND-' The ice froze its face solid in a rather dusty look of surprise.
'Yeah, yeah, I know what you are,' Danny said, cutting off the flow of ice. 'Not this beach, not today. Not this sand.' He backed up in the air and charged forward, infusing his forward-thrust boot with ecto-energy as he flew. He crashed through the sand guardian, yelling 'FUCK OFF!'
Sandy ice flew everywhere as the monster shattered, landing with soft plopping noises into the high tide beyond. The tide slowly carried the blocks of ice out to sea as it went out. Within minutes, the ice was completely gone.
Now tired and covered in tiny bits of sand and ice, Danny let his fatigue tug him back into human form and trudged back over to Jazz, falling into this chair with a groan.
Jazz looked like she was trying not to laugh. 'Enjoy yourself?' She asked, turning another page of her book a little too casually.
Danny huffed. 'Maybe a little.'
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A/N:
I'M BACK. AFTER 5 YEARS. Mostly. With another name. Hey, y'all. More details on my profile, not that there are many there. In short: I'm writing again and trying to cross-post stuff here from my AO3. Enjoy!
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All props to the creators of the sand guardian vine for this oneshot. Google it, it's hilarious.
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