#the implied infidelity here is very uncomfortable without any of the leadup but I swear Jack is okay with it

[tejoxys]

winternights therapy because they do need it lol

ouo I thought you'd pick this one! this was actually the result of a prompt from you; I had put out a vague call for smut prompts, and you asked for "something weird for winternights."

it's barely over a page, so I'm actually just going to put all of it here. context: this was already part of the planned endgame for that longfic I've had since forever; "since the Warren" refers to a ritual everyone conducted in Bunny's realm to [redacted redacted] out of [redacted]. Jack's been a little off since then.

and, more context: some stuff went down a couple scenes ago, after which Sandy kissed the daylights out of Pitch and whammied him with dreamsand. as one does.

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“I’m not surprised,” Jack said. He smiled, although he kept his eyes lowered. “Ever since the Warren, what you guys were like in there, I’ve kind of been wondering when you were going to make up. I didn’t know for sure if it was gonna involve making out, but, yeah. Not surprised.”

“Jack,” Pitch began.

Jack finally met his eyes. “Hey, don’t sound like that. It’s a good thing. I’m actually really glad you guys are okay again.” He looked away and laughed. “Anyway, you know what Tooth and I got up to in there. And, uh. You and, uh...”

“That was under unusual circumstances,” Pitch spluttered. “On all of our parts!”

“Okay, okay. But you and Sandy, though. This is… Are you back to being a thing? I don’t mind, I just want to figure out, like, how not to intrude, I guess?”

Pitch gaped. “Jack!” he started, again. “No. No, I’m not going to dignify that with a response. But, Jack, in truth, you're the one Sandy wants to see.”

“Me?”

“He found out a little,” Pitch said, feeling a flush rise in his cheekbones, “of what’s happened to you since the Warren. He wants to help. He said you may not want it; said you’ve never let yourself sleep under his influence, not in all the years you’ve known him to be the bringer of dreams. I am sorry, Jack, for failing to keep your confidence. Sandy’s idea of boundaries can be, ah, somewhat alien, and he doesn't always order things chronologically. I was not expecting... any of these offers.”

“Oh,” said Jack, blinking rapidly. "He noticed all that, huh? Well, I... What does he want to do?"

“He would like to sleep here, with us, if you accept. Only sleep. So that he can work with you.”

Jack looked… terrified. Pitch hissed in a breath at the flare of light from Jack’s center, and gripped Jack’s knees to ground him. “You don’t have to. You don’t have to want Sandy in your head, or in our bed."

Jack took a shaky breath. “I think, if you’re there, it’s okay.” He managed to smile again. “Sandy’s right; I have always avoided him like that. I don’t even know why. I should probably find out.”

“Sandy won’t stay if you’re frightened. That’s my territory.”

Jack reached out to trace Pitch’s face with his cold, cold fingers. “Then, if you promise not to leave during my inevitable panic attack, let’s invite him over.”

*

This was how Jack Frost wound up watching a pair of ancient aliens make out.

They had tried to make it all about Jack, at first. He had shut that down. “No, seriously, you guys just do whatever. This is a multi-purpose hangout. Purpose number one: you two, just, kiss where I can see you, this time? If we all end up falling asleep after, Sandy, that’s when you can do your thing.”

Seeing them actually do what he said was… well.