You gasped as you woke up, nightmares of your captivity behind black bars still haunting you even as you left that place. The sleigh must have landed, for you were now laying in a large bed with a golden headboard and footboard. Large red and gold pillows surrounded your head, though only one was under where your head had been, a soft imprint where you had left it. A heavy quilt made of a patchwork of reds and greens.
Glancing around at the cozy-looking room, you found yourself unsure of what to do. Part of you wanted to get up and try to find Jack and the others, while the other part of you argued to just snuggle back in under the quilt and go back to sleep. Your dilemma was solved, however, when Jack walked in.
“Hey,” he said with an easy grin, “How’d you sleep?”
Smiling back up at him, you shrugged. “Alright, I guess.”
Jack chuckled a bit, a noise you were happy to hear after so long. “You guess?” he teased, “You just slept in Santa’s bed and ‘you guess’ it was ‘alright’?”
Laughing a bit at the absurdity of his sentence, you chucked a pillow at his head. “Whatever!” you giggled, watching the pale teen duck, his snow white hair flopping after him as he jumped onto the bed with you. “I just had a few nightmares,” you murmured, watching him worm under the blankets with you.
“Nightmares?” he asked you, suddenly serious. His blue eyes stared deep into your own (e/c) ones, “What sort of nightmares?”
You shrugged away from him. “Just about Pitch and stuff. That’s normal, though!” you answered, flustered, “I mean, he did kidnap me!”
Jack’s eyes remained stern, searching for some deeper meanings to your words before he gave up with a sigh. “Alright,” he mumbled, nuzzling closer to you in the bed and forcing you to lay down again, “but if they get bad just let Sandy or I know, ok?”
“Yes, mother,” you groaned playfully, settling against Jack’s lean chest and winding your arms around his torso.
One of Jack’s long-fingered hands rested on the middle of your back while the other clutched you close to him by the base of your head. His chest shook a bit as he laughed. “Whatever. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”
Squeezing him a bit tighter, you pressed yourself closer to him, legs tangling together under the covers. “I know, Jack. But, I’m fine now; you saved me.”
“I know,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head as he had done when he rescued you. “But I feel like I’ve scared you away now.”
“Jack,” you snapped with as much energy as you could in your lethargic state, “You have not scared me away. If anything, I love you even more because of this.”
But, after you said those words, you froze and Jack stiffened under you. “You- you love me?” he stuttered and you glanced up at him nervously.
Pushing yourself away from the boy, you tried to revoke your words. “J-jack, I-”
His eyes seemed distant for a moment before an excited smile made its way onto his face, giving the guardian the appearance of a happy child on Christmas Day. “I love you, too,” he told you, eyes shining with an emotion to complex to place.
Laughing a bit in relief, you looked at your hands folded in your lap. “Good,” you sighed, a content smile on your face. You felt the bed shift as Jack crawled over to you, head poking into your line of sight with a teasing smirk.
“(F/n),” he sang, resting his head in your lap, “Let’s go back to sleep.”
Grinning at him, you nodded and laid back out among the pillows, Jack pressing close against your back, thin arms wrapped around your from behind. You shivered a bit as his cold nose nuzzled against the back of your neck like that breeze so long ago and you pushed yourself closer to him, relaxing in his protective hold.
Nothing could harm you now, Jack had a promise to keep.