Hay gurl hay. So it's been forever. FOREVERRR. I've been busy. Sorry. Anyways - I'm kinda aware of the fact that ROTG fandom is dying slightly. However, thanks to a great idea from LiberatedAndFree, I've decided to write this last little contribution to the wonderful Jack x Bunny ship (which shall forever be my OTP). THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF MY MOST POPULAR STORY:

I'm Broken Without You ( s/9039834/1/I-m-Broken-Without-You) - ALL IDEAS ARE CREDITED TO LiberatedAndFree, please go check them out: ( u/4502223/).

There's a small excerpt below, let me know if you want me to continue!

A quiet, spring haze filtered through the air, casting tendrils of sunlight across the broken shadows of the Warren. A faint breeze whistled through the undergrowth, and exploded through vibrant, crystal pink and purple flowers, dancing across the mossy, engraved faces off the silent stone behemoths; the eggs, acting as memoirs of culture long lost in war and anger.

Asides from the wind, there wasn't a breath of sound that tempered the calm of the Warren. The leaves of slender, bright trees and the evergreen grass that sloped the gentle hills. But there was something...wrong as three, somber figures made their way past gaunt shadows and ashen pools of water. They could all feel it, the deadly unrest crawling up their spines and clawing at their necks.

"Somezing...is wrong, no?" North muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Tooth nodded slowly, fluttering carefully above the ground, her wings catching the sunlight and scattering it in crystal fragments across the ground beneath her. "Let's just...let's just keep going." Sandy lulled alongside them, silent in his own way, not a single image flashing above his head.

As they progressed further into the Warren, cautiously approaching a thicket laced with black smoke and the crystalline fragments of Pitch's power, standing on a hillock. They let out a collective gasp, and quickened their pace, gliding towards the scene. North drew his swords, both gleaming in a furious, bloodthirsty passion. Sandy wasted no time in rising above his fellow Guardians, a cloud of silky gold encircling him. When they reached the collection of trees, they found them bent furiously and tangled amongst each other, glued tightly together by the smoky, ethereal manifestation of Pitch's nightmares.

They began hacking desperately at the barrier, calling out for Jack and Bunny as they did so. The grass around them was turbid and burnt, that hissed as it was disturbed. Finally, the stoney branches began to give way, and with one final lunge, they exploded with a deafening, vicious shriek, sending rabid sparks into the air. The three of them broke through, and came to a stop with a guttural cry.

"No - please, NO!" Toothiana's wings drooped, and she collapsed on the barren ground beneath her, diamond tears rolling down her cheeks.

A gaunt, desolate Jack Frost lay limp in a small, spared patch of grass. He was thin, worn through by cold and the dark magic swirling around him. Lying, snuggled warmly against his chest, was the happy, contented form of baby E. Aster Bunnymund.

So should I continue? It won't be too long - maybe five chapters, and longer than this. This was just a small example.

As I said, this'll be my last ROTG fic but I'll still be writing, so hopefully you'll stick around! I'll be writing other Disney fics and Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons etc., :)

ALSO: If you wish to do so, I'd love to connect more easily to you guys, because PM'ing is a bore, you can follow/talk with me on Instagram at feastonthemind.

~FOM