A/N and review replies will be at the end of each chapter. Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians.

Warning: things can get a little rough. There is violence, graphic injury detail, sexual harassment, implied/non-graphic rape description and mentions of suicide. Just want you all to know what you're getting into.

Chapter One: New Inmate

The officer didn't say anything. Just raised a heavy eyebrow and glanced up with a look of amused disbelief. Whilst checking over details on his pad he stifled a chuckle. He turned to the officers either side of the new inmate, who didn't return his look of humour and merely gulped, looking at the man in-between them.

Said man in-between the two navy clad police members didn't look too impressed and blinked slowly, lifting his head.

"Alright, take him in" the man finally said when he realised he wasn't getting an explanation then and there. With a gesture of his thumb, he pointed to the tall silver gates.

The trio continued in through the entrance. After the police confirmed their identities and that of the prisoner, they found themselves in a main hall.

A solid grey atmosphere, the perimeter surrounded with cells on lower and higher grounds, distant yelling and clanging could be heard along with the odd whistle. The new inmate was almost surprised at the cliché nature but was hastily shoved into a beefy looking warden. He had a grimy face and a fat tongue that slid over dry lips as he looked down on the green eyed culprit.

"Leave him here, he ain't going nowhere" the large toad told the two policemen who nodded and left in a formal fashion.

"Alright, looks like you came during yard time, so you got your collar on and you know, just get your ass out there, and don't cause no trouble"

"Sure…" the new inmate shrugged, his voice had a distinct Australian accent. He looked over the burly shoulder to see the cold light of day leak out a doorway and head into the yard.

"What's your name anyway like?"

" Bunnymund, sir"

There was a slow blink from the man's stale coffee coloured eyes and Bunnymund could practically see the works in his mind turning as he processed the answer.

"You messing with me?" he finally said with a lip curled up in distaste, arms folding as much as they could with the outward length of the man's stomach. Bunnymund sighed, hands up in a defensive gesture as he smirked.

"No, it is always like that, sir, I didn't choose my name"

The beastly officer just laughed cruelly and pushed Bunnymund to the yard.

"Good luck" he added with a low chuckle and Bunnymund narrowed his eyes. He didn't like it when people underestimated him.

The yard was wide, dull and too bright. Bunnymund had spent a lot of time in a dark tinted vehicle so he squinted and scowled at first. A lot of inmates milled around, in the same pale blue he was dressed in, lined with white and thin silver. It rather suited him and he had irritated the officers immensely but admiring himself in passing reflections when he was heading into the prison.

A few crooked benches that looked damp and uninviting, large barbed wire fences surrounding and the rest was gritty walls. A phone down the corner, a heavy black handle attached to a wire, no one was on it currently.

Bunnymund eventually decided on a table that wasn't inhabited, a small, unstable looking little thing near the metal mesh wall. Slumping down he sighed, leaning on his hand and glancing around. How long did he have to spend in this shithole again? Oh that's right. A fucking long time. Slumping his head on the table, he exhaled loudly.

Of course some goons sauntered over with meaty faces and buff muscles rippling from under their torn overalls. They approached the new inmate with growls akin to that of rabid dogs. Had Bunnymund mentioned his amazing luck? He hadn't? There was a reason for that.

Standing up with a sigh, he faced the large men now surrounding him in a clumsy semi-circle, knuckles cracking under the pressure of palms and eyes slanted at angry angles.

"Look who thinks he can just sit at our fucking table" one of them snarled and the others grunted in response.

"Really, mate, is this high school?" the green eyed man reasoned.

"An Aussie ranger!" one of them suddenly bellowed without even letting Bunnymund finish and the laughter stung the new man's sensitive ears, were they getting closer? It was getting darker and the stench of human clogged his equally as sensitive nose as Bunnymund reeled back, base of his spine hitting the edge of the table.

"You sure he ain't a kangaroo? Look at those fucking ears!"

Oh wow…that wasn't a good idea.

Licking his tongue over his teeth with closed eyes, Bunnymund raised an eyebrow and surveyed the man before him, with his grey eyes and rough skin, the clumsily shaven jaw and the bald head. Tattoos running up his arms and neck;it was so cliché it was upsetting.

Bunnymund hadn't walked into a prison he had walked into a cliché!

"Look, mate, if we are going to have a problem-"

"We? Look here you are the only one that is the problem here, so shut the fuck up and apologise for being at our table"

"I don't see your fucking name on it!"

Suddenly the edge of his overalls was gripped by a grotty fist and Bunnymund was lifted at least a foot into the air, he gulped but refrained from struggling – simply glaring at the man as he laughed with his allies. At this height, Bunnymund took the liberty to look around, see if an officer anywhere could give a shit about what was going on here but no.

Which meant no one really saw him lift his legs swiftly and kick the man hard in the chest, falling back himself only to leap up in a defensive stance. Punching the guy to his right, hard enough to feel bone crack beneath his fist. The bloke on his left felt the heated strength of a foot colliding with his shoulder and he also fell to the cold concrete along with his fallen allies. That was when people decided to look. The new guy, the Australian with the weird ears and blood splattered on his attire.

Not only did Bunnymund build a reputation that day, he got sent to detention. Cleaning up after meals that had been dished out in the far from clean and comfortable cafeteria.

It was then; whilst washing up the grime from the trays into the bin and dumping it into the sink for a few other members to clean up, did he hear about it.

Bunnymund had finished off and turned round with a mutual nod to the others and a sign of leaving to the burly cook who shook her head with disgust; as if to say 'I-am-going-to-see-you-again' and Bunnymund had no doubts that she would. As he was leaving, turning the corner down to his cell; which he had been given the indication for earlier, he heard muffled, deep voices heading down the corridor. Bunnymund kept his head down, too tired to look for trouble but his ears perked up at the conversation.

"They have put me in another cell; apparently you are not allowed to fuck your inmate even if they are pretty as a fucking chick"

"I wonder who does get him"

"Who cares, they'll be moved sooner or later, not one time has anyone been in that cell with that damn pixie and managed to restrain themselves from at least planting a kiss on those pretty lips"

"Why, anyone would think you have a crush"

"Nah, he would just make a decent fuck"

Well how charming, Bunnymund would have wondered who this fuckable inmate was but…he didn't care so continued on to his cell. Number 68. It was on an upper ground and he made his way up the stairs, avoiding everyone and everything as far as he could. But sooner or later he was met by the same warden from before, the dumb gumbie who waddled around and stood casually in front of the Aussie.

"Heard you got into some problems on the yard"

"What of it?"

"Didn't think you'd be so stupid to start shit like that so quick"

Bunnymund simply continued up to his cell in a foul mood. He counted the numbers as he went until he ended up in 68. No one was in there. Thank fuck, maybe they had given him an empty cell. A bunk bed to the left, a small sink and toilet in the right corner along with a cracked mirror and that was it. Oh wait, a letterbox thin, barred window on the far wall.

Heading in, he instinctively just went on the lower bunk, he couldn't be bothered to climb and he slumped down, stretching out and sighing. Great, now he was going to be bored. Although this sullen feeling didn't last long because some yelling from outside alerted him and he slipped out of the bed to look outside; only to have someone fall into him.

"What the hell, mate?!" he yelled and looked up to see some gruff looking prisoners get escorted away by a guard. Bunnymund looked down at the man who had fallen into him, the man turned round to face the Australian.

His eyes were like fucking ice, a simply beautiful blue that lit up the whole room. Bunnymund raised an eyebrow, stepped back and folded his arms.

"What the hell is going on?" he inquired at the younger man. The newcomer looked…in his twenties at least. The blue-eyed inmate looked curious then a look of weary acceptance covered his face as he took in a deep breath.

"Are you my new cell partner?"

Bunnymund didn't reply at first but then realised and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, he nodded wearily.

"I guess I am; who are you?"

"…Jack…Jack Frost"

"Suits" Bunnymund replied, looking the kid over with a bored expression.

He was tall but still shorter than the rabbit eared man. He was lean, wearing overalls as everyone else was but had a long sleeved dark blue top underneath. Barefoot which was kind of weird. Bunnymund's dark green eyes were mostly drawn up to his pristine face, fair flawless skin with long eyelashes and pale lips. His hair at first could be assumed to be white-blonde but it was literally white. Floppy snowy locks of hair that looked like fucking silk.

Jack blinked at the comment and actually took a step back. This must be the kid those goons were talking about before; he was certainly a pretty little thing.

"Err…what about you?"

" Bunnymund"

"Really?" Jack gave a sceptical smirk and Bunnymund's eye twitched.

"You got a problem, mate?"

"No, no!" this time, the blue eyed man looked genuinely apologetic, scared even as he raised his hands in a defensive gesture. Bunnymund shook his head; he was so done with everyone right now. Clambering back into the lower bunk he groaned as the gates were slammed shut.

"Are you new?"

"Yeah, literally walked in today, what about you?"

"…Feels like I've been here forever"

"Why you here?"

"…I…I was accused of drowning a young girl in a frozen lake but it's not true" Jack's voice was low, a hiss.

"Ain't that what they all say?"

"It's not true!" his eyes snapped up furiously and Bunnymund watched him clench his fists.

"Whoa, okay, calm the fuck down, I don't care"

Jack however looked close to tears, was he really that weak? Bunnymund didn't do anything at first, just watched as pearly tears dampened his cerulean eyes.

The younger man tried to contain his stress but he just ended up this, like he always did. Fucking pathetic, Jack was so angry at himself. This guy seemed decent – hadn't said anything bad and now Jack was showing him how damn submissive he could be.

Speaking of which, the young white haired man found himself cornered into the wall as Bunnymund crowded into him, looking dark with strong green eyes. Expression indifferent so far yet his movements made Jack's heart pound uncomfortably and he struggled for air.

"I'm sorry, I won't cry anymore…I didn't mean to, I-"

"Look, just…just control yourself, okay? You seem pretty innocent and I'm not going to judge you, but all I want right now is some sleep, so keep the waterworks to yourself, ay mate?"

Jack was aware the man's large hand was on his shoulder and he took a moment to survey his new cell mate. He was clearly Australian, with glittering green eyes like a spring meadow – it brought a bit of light into this dead place. He had a strong jaw and curved white sideburns mixed in with the odd grey-blue tone of his cropped, scruffy hair. His ears were large and rabbit-like, a soft velvety blue that matched his overalls and he had dark blue and white tattoos running down his arms – intricate patterns of peace and power. Muscular arms and body caved in on the younger man along with the intimidation of his height. Jack Frost simply nodded and the older man moved away, climbing once again into the lower bunk and turning over.

The blue eyed one smiled slightly, he would allow himself to smile because he believed this might be a cell mate who would bring no harm to him, he felt…safe. He hadn't made any violating moves on Jack yet which was always a good thing so when the pretty young man got into his own bed he didn't shiver and hide under the covers.

Much.

A/N: A/N: Hello everyone thanks for clicking on this story! I am really nervous about this, I don't know if people will like this kind of thing, but…let's see!

Yeah, a pairing which in my opinion was rather obvious in the film but there is only so much based on this couple so I wanted to do what I could for the community! So I hope you like what I have here, a little bit different maybe even a tad dark but it should be interesting, Bunnymund is kind of human so it fits into context a bit better, but I am considering leaving his ears and tails…

Don't get me wrong, I love his original form but things will need to be done to make this story work, so forgive me! This has the same characters and I have tried to incorporate things evidential from the film.

I am having my birthday party tonight so I am in a really good mood! :D

Please tell me what you think so far but for now, ciao!

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