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The Warmth of Love - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Time To Chill
Ugh. I really hate being chief. Not that I would ever admit it, particularly after loosing dad and all last year. But it can be unbelievably exhausting, having everyone in the village look up to you for guidance, for support, for advice, and for help. Why does everyone assume I know anything about resolving land ownership conflicts, or how to negotiate trade agreements with other islands?
Take today, for example. Snotlout, who’s about my age, got into a fight with Gustav, who’s maybe five or six years younger. And I swear, sometimes I think they enjoy fighting. It’s not like anyone else will tolerate being around Gustav for more than a few minutes, and most people have given up arguing back to Snotlout. It’s not even as if they fight about reasonable things. Today, somehow, one of them managed to set a barrel of wate
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The Warmth of Love - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Snowbriquet

”…What about me?” I asked cautiously.
“You control the weather! You can end this insane winter!” 
I sighed. It’s a common misconception, really, but it can get tiring. “Sorry, Buttercup-“
“-It’s Hiccup.”
“Right. Again, sorry to disappoint, but I don’t actually control the weather. I can make snow, frost, sleet, hail, and ice, but I can’t actually change the temperature.”
His face fell. “Of course. Right. OK. So, Mr. Storyteller, how does this one end? A chief must lead his people through the worst winter in recorded history! Hmm?” He didn’t look so much angry as just frustrated.
“Hey, calm down.” I patted his shoulder. “Why don’t we just have some fun instead?”
Hiccup looked like he was about to come
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The Warmth of Love - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Ice To Meet You

All my life I’d been taught that the gods existed, that they lived somewhere far off called Asgard. I was told they occasionally hear our prayers and sometimes, if you’re lucky and worthy and so incredibly viking that you impress the gods, they just might respond. But I’m not exactly a shining example of a viking, nor do I think of myself as particularly lucky. The gods were just something other people dealt with.
So you would understand my shock when I found out that here, in my house, on Berk, was a god. Jökul Frosti, the god of winter and snow.
“Oh, this explains so much…! This… this… This is completely ludicrous! A god. In my… my… Wait.” I brushed the hair out of my eyes, suddenly not so sure about this. “Why were you buried in the snow? Why couldn’t Astrid see you? Why… Why were you barefoot?
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The Warmth of Love - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Frost Impressions
Who am I? Not long ago I was a Guardian, the Guardian of Fun. My earliest memory after becoming this way was the Moon telling me who I am. Jack Frost. The Winter Spirit. Of course, the moon didn’t tell me much else, certainly nothing that would have been helpful in being a Guardian (not that I’m bitter or anything). Like, for instance, that even though spirits and guardians don’t age, they’re still technically mortal. Or that not all spirits are good. Or, and this seems like a rather important point, that guardians only serve for four hundred and forty four years.
Yes, my name is Jack Frost. Yes, I was the winter spirit. But apparently I wasn’t the first, nor the last, to fill that role. You are probably aware of the big four, the ‘Guardians’: Nicholas ‘Santa’ St. North, Bunnymund the Easter Bunny
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The Warmth of Love - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Iceman Cometh
This is Berk. It’s a two-hour flight from despair, and a few leagues north of insanity. The few flowering plants that grow here are ugly, scratchy, and reek of rotted meat. The people that grow here are even more so. I normally tell visitors from other tribes that it snows nine months out of the year, and hails the other three.
But not this year. No, not by a long shot. This year, my first full year as chief, the first year where I am wholly responsible for the wellbeing of every member of my tribe… this year, the gods have decided that it must snow perpetually. That’s right. It’s as if someone trapped a blizzard, tethered it over our miserable little island, and wandered off. Thankfully, vikings are remarkably good at building sturdy houses with thick walls and massive hearths. It’s kept us warm enough, as long as we stay inside, but our… ‘pet
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Heart Soul and Goat Fluff - Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Let's Dance!
Finally, after everyone has been seated, you take your seat next to Asriel. You're one table over from Asgore and Toriel, and the human mayor has just walked up to the podium. You've never spoken to her, but she seems nice and caring, and about as honest of a politician as you could hope for.
"Ahem. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, monsters of all kinds, to our first official co-species event! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Jennifer Niemens, mayor of Anthropolis. King Dreemurr and I are very proud and excited to be with you all today. I know you're all very hungry, but we do have a couple of quick things to cover before the festivities begin. First of all, I am pleased to announce a new "Human-Monster Relations" position to our municipal government. Nominees for the position will be announced early next week. Secondly, I would like to invite everyone to the official grand-opening of the new Monster-ssori School here in… Surface Home."
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Heart Soul and Goat Fluff - Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Together Celebration
     
The next week passes by in a blur. Despite getting help from humans and magic, the monsters still struggle to establish their new lives. You spend your days helping plant crops, build furniture, and smooth out the monsters' relationships with the humans. You find that, while most monsters are open minded and willing to make new friends, a few still harbor strong anti-human feelings. You can't blame them; it was humans who banished monsters to the underground after all. There's a small town nearby, and Asgore seems to be doing a decent job of keeping things running smoothly with them, despite a few social faux-pas. Such as the time the mayor brought an offering of hay to a meeting ("I am a Boss Monster. Not a common feral goat."). Or Asgore getting his horns tangled in the chandelier in their City Hall. But for the most part, things seem to be looking up. Particularly when Asgore announces a 'Together Celebration', a goo
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Heart Soul and Goat Fluff - Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Pillows, Pajamas, and Snootles
"Ughh… Why did I eat so much!?!" Asriel slumps in his seat, his belly visibly bulging. You groan as well. The cinnamon butterscotch caramel cream brown sugar pie was mind-bogglingly good, but you definitely ate way to much. You loosen the drawstring on your pants, and slump down as well.
Toriel chuckles. "Moderation is something you'll both learn as you grow up. But now, I think we all could use some rest. You two must be exhausted."
You nod. "Yeah… I haven't had a proper bed to sleep in since… Well, since you took me in back in the ruins."
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I had no idea…" Toriel quickly stands and ushers you from the kitchen. "You go get a good, long night's sleep. I'll clean up from dinner. You too, Asriel, time for bed."
"Mom? Can I take a shower first?" Asriel blushes slightly. "I've still got coffee grounds in my fur, and I'm all sweaty from eating so much."
"Of course, little one. Come, let's see if
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Heart Soul and Goat Fluff - Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Surface Home
"Buuuuhhhh…"
You're roused from sleep by a meek moaning sound. It takes you a moment to remember where you are, but the memories soon come flooding back. The Surface. Family. Asriel. You look over at the goat monster next to you. There's barely any light, but you can see that his fur is damp with sweat, and he's turning and tossing in his sleep. "Nnn-noo… I d-don't… want to hurt anyone…" His movements become more violent, and you're a little worried that a wayward paw will smack you in the face.
"Asriel." You gently touch his shoulder, but he doesn't wake up. "Asriel!" You poke his snoot.
"Hooaaahhh!!!" He wakes up with a start, then takes a deep shuddering breath. "Where… What… F-Frisk?"
You gently rest your head on his shoulder. "It's okay… It was just a nightmare."
He starts crying. "I d-dreamed that… that you… That I killed you. T-Then these vines… they came from everywhere… and
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Heart Soul and Goat Fluff - Chapter 2
Chapter 2: A New Friend
You don't know how much time passes before Flowey wakes up. It's possible you may have dozed off at one point. The candles that you lit are low, and the wind outside has picked up. You're thankful for the roof over your head and the leftover food that you found. You suppose that you could have eaten some of the temmie flakes you had in your inventory, but as far as you can tell, they're just bits of torn-up construction paper.
"Ffffuhhhh… Frisk?" You stand up as Flowey moans, and notice that some of the color has returned to his leaves and petals.
"A-Asriel? Or are you Flowey?" you ask, making sure to stand far enough away that he can't grab you, should he become hostile.
"I… I don't know." His voice is flat and emotionless. "If I was angry, I'd be Flowey… But I don't feel anger. I don't feel… Anything."
You nod. "You still don't have a soul, so it'd be hard to feel… uh, like you said, anything. You felt anger before, because
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Chapter 1: Going Back Down
Note: This story begins at the very end of the Pacifist Run, as everyone is looking out at the surface.
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Yet… Something feels wrong. You look over at Toriel and Asgore, who have their eyes locked on the horizon. They're smiling, but there is something bittersweet in their eyes. Someone is still missing. Someone very important should be here, with you and your new adoptive family…
Family. You have a family. It hits you suddenly, that you no longer have to be alone. You barely even remember what your human family was like… They disappeared long before you entered the underground.
The wind picks up a little, and one by one your friends depart. Sans, Papyrus, Alphys and Undyne… Now it is just you, Toriel, and Asgore. You hold Toriel's
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Chapter 5: Time To Chill

Ugh. I really hate being chief. Not that I would ever admit it, particularly after loosing dad and all last year. But it can be unbelievably exhausting, having everyone in the village look up to you for guidance, for support, for advice, and for help. Why does everyone assume I know anything about resolving land ownership conflicts, or how to negotiate trade agreements with other islands?

Take today, for example. Snotlout, who’s about my age, got into a fight with Gustav, who’s maybe five or six years younger. And I swear, sometimes I think they enjoy fighting. It’s not like anyone else will tolerate being around Gustav for more than a few minutes, and most people have given up arguing back to Snotlout. It’s not even as if they fight about reasonable things. Today, somehow, one of them managed to set a barrel of water on fire. How does one even do that!?! No wonder my dad used to soothe his headaches with giant blocks of ice after a hard day. 

I returned to my house, half expecting Jack to be gone. But no, there he was, lounging by the hearth tossing tiny chips of ice at Toothless, who was trying to catch them in his mouth.

“Y’know, your dragon thing is basically just a giant cat.”

Toothless is not a cat. He’s a Night Fury, the rarest and most powerful species of dragon known to vikings.” I tried to keep the frustration out of my voice, but Jack seemed to sense that I wasn’t feeling up for his games.

“You alright?” he asked, sitting up. Toothless hurried over to me, nuzzling my side as I sat down opposite Jack.

“Sorry, yeah. Rough day, y’know?” I rubbed my back, trying to get my sore muscles to loosen up. Dad used to carry his stress in his head, with headaches, bloodshot eyes,  sinus problems, etc. For better or worse, I seem to carry mine in my lower back and hips. Having a mechanical foot doesn’t help much either.

“Huh, yeah. Hey, wanna massage?” I glared at Jack, but he seemed dead serious. “Looks like you need it. I used to give Sandy massages when he was sleep deprived. I think he liked it. Never complained, at least.” He chuckled, then glanced at me, his piercing eyes boring into mine.

“Fine! Fine, massage away.” Astrid used to give me massages, and I can’t say they ever helped much. Or even felt good at all.

“Mmm. Take off your shirt and lay on your stomach.”

“What!?!” I glared at Jack again, probably blushing madly.

“Well if you lay on your back I suppose I could massage your chest, but usually you have to buy me dinner first.” There’s that smirk again. He flexed his hands and cracked his knuckles.

I sighed and pulled off my vest and shirt. I hate being shirtless, particularly around other people. And for some reason being shirtless around Jack was that much more awkward.

Nice. OK, lay down on your stomach.” I did as I was told, feeling ridiculous as I maneuvered myself onto the cushions on our long bench. Jack rubbed his hands together and began kneading my shoulders.

“Lower back, not shoulders.”

“Gotcha.” He moved down to the part of my back that was hurting, and began working on it. To say that his massage was different from Astrid’s would be an understatement. His fingers were unbelievably smooth and nimble, dancing across my back and seeking out sore or tense muscles, then carefully working the knots out. “Man, you’ve got a lot of tension, Buttercup.”

“It’s Hiccup! …Ahhh…” He silenced me by running his palms up my spine, all the way up to my shoulders then back down again. There was a slight chill to his fingers, which felt surprisingly soothing this close to the open fire. Before I knew it, he was straddling my legs, putting his full (although slight) body weight onto my back. “Mmmmm… Jack, that’s amazing.”

“Heh, I know,” he responded, and I swear I could hear the smirk in his voice.

The Warmth of Love - Chapter 5
Here you go! Sorry for this being a short chapter. The next few chapters are much longer, I promise.

Anyway, thank you to everyone who has been leaving me feedback. You all are the reason I post my stories. Anyway, the next chapter has some major fluff in it. You have been warned!

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IcnJack by aladdin-boy
Chapter 4: Snowbriquet

”…What about me?” I asked cautiously.

“You control the weather! You can end this insane winter!” 

I sighed. It’s a common misconception, really, but it can get tiring. “Sorry, Buttercup-“

“-It’s Hiccup.”

“Right. Again, sorry to disappoint, but I don’t actually control the weather. I can make snow, frost, sleet, hail, and ice, but I can’t actually change the temperature.”

His face fell. “Of course. Right. OK. So, Mr. Storyteller, how does this one end? A chief must lead his people through the worst winter in recorded history! Hmm?” He didn’t look so much angry as just frustrated.

“Hey, calm down.” I patted his shoulder. “Why don’t we just have some fun instead?”

Hiccup looked like he was about to come back with something sarcastic, which seemed to be the boy’s go-to retort, when there was a knock on the door from downstairs. “Hiccup!” someone called. They had a funny accent, almost Scottish, but rougher. I suppose that must be a typical viking accent, although Hiccup sounded more American to me.

“Oh, great, it’s Gobber. As if my day wasn’t weird enough already. Coming!” He called down, before turning to face me. “Don’t go anywhere. Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He gave some sort of hand signal at his dragon before disappearing down the stairs. Yeah right, like I was gonna just sit here. I started to move toward the stairs, but in a flash the dragon was in front of me, blocking my path. It made a soft snarling noise, apparently set on keeping me in the room. A quick snowball to the face took care of that, though, and I quickly dashed down the stairs. Hiccup was talking to a massive man at the door.

“…But Gustav said Snotlout did it, and won' put out the fire without an apology first.”

“Ugh. OK, I’ll see what I can do. Do you know who actually started it?”

“Not yet. I think- Oy, Hiccup, who’s that?” The giant man pointed at me with… was that a hook hand?

“You can see him?” asked Hiccup suspiciously.

“Hiccup, I’m missing me hand, not me eyes.”

“…Right. Of course. This is… uh…”

I piped up, stepping forward to shake the big guy’s hand. Or hook. “I’m Jack Fr-“

“Snow!” shouted Hiccup, quickly stepping between me and the other guy. “Snow… uh… face! Yes! Snowface! The uh… Cold! Snowface the Cold, he’s visiting from a tribe up north. Very far away, very cold, he’s really tired from traveling all day, so uh… Yeah. Snowface, Gobber the Belch. Gobber, Snowface! Great, we all know each other, time to move on. Gobber, I’ll be out in a moment. Ja- uh, Snowface, could I have a word?” Without giving me time to answer, he slammed the door shut.

“Seriously? Snowface the Cold?” I muttered. 

“Well, you're… I can’t just go around telling people you’re Jack Frost! Look, I have to go deal with something. You, you said you're invisible to certain people, right?” I nodded. “Of course, that’s why Astrid couldn’t see you earlier. And- Oh, gods, I’m gonna have to deal with her too. OK. I need you to stay here. As in, really don’t leave the building. OK?”

I frowned and nodded, not super crazy about being holed up in this viking hut. Although, now that I thought about it, I needed Hiccup on my side if I was ever going to get back to my time. As I pulled my hoodie up over my hair, I wondered if there was something more. There was a sort of instinctive desire to… I dunno, get him to like me? I pondered this as I sat down on one of the long benches by the hearth, savoring the warmth I hadn’t felt for so long.

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Chapter 3: Ice To Meet You

All my life I’d been taught that the gods existed, that they lived somewhere far off called Asgard. I was told they occasionally hear our prayers and sometimes, if you’re lucky and worthy and so incredibly viking that you impress the gods, they just might respond. But I’m not exactly a shining example of a viking, nor do I think of myself as particularly lucky. The gods were just something other people dealt with.

So you would understand my shock when I found out that here, in my house, on Berk, was a god. Jökul Frosti, the god of winter and snow.

“Oh, this explains so much…! This… this… This is completely ludicrous! A god. In my… my… Wait.” I brushed the hair out of my eyes, suddenly not so sure about this. “Why were you buried in the snow? Why couldn’t Astrid see you? Why… Why were you barefoot?”

“I dunno, I just never wear shoes. And as amazing as I am,” he smirked, a teasing, lopsided smirk that reminded me of Snotlout. “I’m sorry to say that I’m not a god.”

“Not a god? Then what’s with all this snow falling in my own living room!?!” I gestured at the sprinkling of snow still drifting down from the ceiling.

“I am Jack Frost, or Jokey Frosty, or whatever you called me. I’m just not a god. You guys had…” He closed his eyes, thinking hard. “That dude with the hammer? Zeus! No, Thor!”

“There are many gods, Thor among them,” I explained. “So if you’re not a god, what are you?”

“I’m a spirit!” His brilliant blue eyes lit up with excitement. “The winter spirit, guardian of Fun and Merriment.” He sat up and bowed slightly in introduction. Then he noticed that his weird tunic was gone. “Wait… Where’s my sweatshirt?” He lifted the blanket and peered down at his legs. “Where’re my pants!?!” He glared at me, his blue eyes flashing with irritation.

“Sorry, sorry! It's just that you were soaking wet and freezing cold!” I jumped up and grabbed his clothes from where they hung by the fire. “I’ll… uh… I’ll just go upstairs while you, uh, get dressed.”

“Good,” he said coldly, apparently upset that I had undressed him while he was unconscious.

Upstairs, I sat down in the chair near my bed, feeling a little faint. Toothless padded over to me, nudging my shoulder questioningly. “No, I don't think he's an enemy, so we’re good on that front,” I muttered, not really paying much attention to Toothless. I’d instructed him to wait up here until I knew that the strange boy from the woods wasn’t a spy from another tribe. We’d had our fair share of problems with that in the past. I looked at Toothless, completely at a loss for what to do. A god… no, a ‘spirit’, was in my house.

“Hey, so have you guys discovered indoor plumbing yet? ‘Cause until I figure out how to get back, I’d really like not to have to… what the heck is that!?!” Jack poked his head into the room, staring at Toothless.

“Jack, meet Toothless. Toothless, Jack Frost.” Now it was my turn to be smug. It’s not every day that you get to show off your Night Fury to a god. Jack cautiously climbed the rest of the way into the room, eyeing Toothless with the same look that everyone gets when they first meet him: a mixture of fear and curiosity; the instinctive voice of reason shouting at you to turn and run for your life, and the innocent curiosity begging to explore and meet this new creature. Apparently curiosity won, and Jack skipped across the room to Toothless, moving remarkably fast with very little apparent effort.

“You have a giant salamander in your bedroom…” he muttered flatly, holding both hands out as if to fend off any potential attacks.

I huffed loudly. “Giant sala- He’s a Night Fury! Scourge of the skies! The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself!” Toothless puffed out his chest proudly.

“Oh, of course, how silly of me,” Jack said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“What, the gods aren’t familiar with their dragons?”

“It’s a dragon!?!” Jack stumbled backwards, his hands flailing a little. Toothless snorted at him and turned away, apparently no longer interested in getting to know Jack, and began grooming himself.

He’s a dragon. Really? You really don’t know about this?”

“Well, I’m not exactly from this… area.” So. Jack was a magic being who claimed to not be a god, but could conjure snow and survive hypothermia, and he’d never seen a dragon before. I rubbed my temples, trying to wrap my head around this. He didn’t know what year it is, and had never heard of Berk. What if…? I shook my head, trying to find an alternative explanation, but only one seemed to fit.

“So where, exactly, are you from?”

“Uh… Burgess, I wouldn’t expect you to be familiar with it.”

“Uh-huh.” Time to test my theory. “And when, exactly, are you from?”

Jack’s eyes grew wide and he stammered, surprised. “Wha-what… how… How’d you…” Bingo. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction in rendering Jack speechless.

“I didn't know, until you just said ‘How’d you know’. It’s not that hard to figure out, though. You're obviously not from around here, and if you were from far away and traveling, you wouldn't have ended up in the cove where we found you. And you being from another time, maybe frozen in ice for decades… centuries, maybe! It’s really the only thing that would make sense.”

Jack whistled, impressed. “Well, Sherlock Holmes, you’re quite the deducer… deducerator… deductor? Figure-outer of things.”

“What’s a Sherlock home?”

“Never mind. OK. This is gonna sound weird, but I’m actually from the future.” I snorted. Being frozen in ice didn’t actually seem that much of a stretch for me, especially after finding that frozen Skrill in the iceberg, but from the future? Nope. Not possible.

“So, Mr. Future Boy, how’d you end up here?” Toothless’s ears perked up and he stopped grooming his wings, sensing a story. He padded over and sat by the bed, his head on my lap, ears perked up and an excited gleam in his eyes.

“Well, it’s a long story…”

“We’ve got time.”

“OK…” Jack proceeded to tell me the most incredible, ludicrous story I’d ever heard. Magic spirits being brought back to life by the moon, furry snow monsters making toys, flying sleighs pulled by reindeer, and a villain of black sand? Yeah, right. I have to admit though, despite the ridiculousness of his tale, Jack was a remarkably good storyteller. He jumped around the room, acting out different characters, creating wisps of ice to illustrate props and other characters (Toothless loved those parts, as he hopped through the frosty illusions, trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue). I even found myself laughing and cringing at different parts, feeling sad at the death of ‘Såndi’ the dream guardian, and happy at his return. Jack’s blue eyes sparkled as he narrated, and for a moment I felt a strange tightness in my chest. Almost as if… No, it was definitely not that. I was just feeling sympathetic for Jack’s character in the story (for the events that he talked about most certainly did not actually happen to him). “…And then, Pitch threw a black sand-bomb at me…” He made a light blue snowball and tossed it across the room, somehow moving to intercept it. “It hit the rim of the portal - kaboom! - and threw me backwards through it, presumably transporting me here,” He mimed falling backward, somersaulting in midair in an impressive display of acrobatics, and landed nimbly on his feet before dramatically collapsing on the ground, his arm across his eyes in the stereotypical I’m dead position. “And that's the last thing I remember before waking up here.”

“That’s quite the story,” I muttered as he finished, standing and bowing low as if he had just performed a bard’s tale (which, I suppose, he technically had). Toothless tapped on the floor excitedly with his front paws, which was his interpretation of clapping.

“Thank you, sir! And what’s your story?”

“My story?” I stammered. “W-what makes you think I have a story?”

Jack blinked. “Well, let’s see. You have a dragon in your bedroom, you’re missing a leg, you said you’re, what, chief of some tribe? C’mon, there’s a story in there somewhere.”

I sighed, standing. “I suppose I do have a story or two, but they’re not particularly happy.” I shrugged. “Losing a parent sort of puts a damper on ‘happily ever after’, doesn’t it? That kind of sums up my life. Losing, gaining, losing again. Lost my mother for nearly all of my childhood, temporarily lost the respect of my father, nearly lost my dragon, lost my leg and foot, lost my father, and now I’m totally lost as to what to do as Chief… Wait. You!”  I rounded on Jack, pointing at him excitedly.

The Warmth of Love - Chapter 3
Here you go, my lovelies! I wasn't sure I would get a chance to post this today, since we've had some family drama and I'm out of the country right now, but it seems everything is calming down. Phew.

Anyways, enjoy this chapter! I don't have a whole lot to say about it, other than I couldn't decide between "Ice To Meet You" and "Obvious Snow Job". Which chapter title do you prefer?

Cover art by the wonderful ChibiSasori1827
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I'm working on an original story that I'm hoping to have published by the end of the year. I desperately need some scientific advice from a marine biologist or an evolutionary biologist for my story. Are you one of those, or do you have any family or friends who are? I'm willing to negotiate a small (small small) payment in return for scientific consultation, as well as a special thanks in the book.

Thanks!
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I'm working on an original story that I'm hoping to have published by the end of the year. I desperately need some scientific advice from a marine biologist or an evolutionary biologist for my story. Are you one of those, or do you have any family or friends who are? I'm willing to negotiate a small (small small) payment in return for scientific consultation, as well as a special thanks in the book.

Thanks!
-A.

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