#north x reader

Sorry this took so long, I've been really busy with work! Enjoy, though! 😊

Guardians (Jack Frost, Bunny, North, Tooth & Sandy) x Hurt!Reader | Headcanons

Jack Frost x Reader Headcanons

How you got hurt: You slipped on an icy patch — ironically, one that Jack created. He’d been playing around, showing off with his staff and creating little snow trails for kids to slide on. You came to check on him and didn’t realize one patch was slicker than it looked. You fell hard, spraining your wrist.

His reaction: Jack’s entire face goes pale the instant you fall. He’s at your side in a blur, his hands trembling as he props you up. He keeps saying, “Oh no, no, no, no — this is my fault, I’m so sorry — please be okay…” He’s never felt colder, and not in a good way. The thought of his frost hurting you makes him sick with guilt.

How he comforts you: He uses his ice to numb your pain carefully — just enough to keep the swelling in your wrist down — and flies you to North’s workshop for proper care. Afterward, he refuses to leave your side, constantly wrapping you in his hoodie and his arms. When you wake, he’s sitting there tracing gentle frost patterns on your bandaged wrist, whispering, “You know I’d never let anything happen to you on purpose, right?” He promises to teach you how to walk safely on ice…with hand-holding lessons, of course.

Bunny x Reader Headcanons

How you got hurt: You followed Bunny into one of his tunnels during a fight with a stray Nightmare that refused to vanish after Pitch’s defeat. You tried to help — you grabbed a thrown boomerang — but one of the tunnels caved slightly, and a rock hit your shoulder and ribs, knocking you out.

His reaction: Utter panic. His ears flatten, his breathing quickens, and he digs you out with frantic, dirt-streaked paws. You’re not unconscious for long, but the sight of you still and hurt nearly undoes him. He mutters angrily under his breath, “Bloody fool, why’d I let you come with me?”— but it’s really aimed at himself.

How he comforts you: Once he gets you to safety, he uses his soft fur to warm you up, pressing his forehead against yours to check your temperature. He gently wraps your ribs in bandages, hands surprisingly tender for such a big warrior. When you wince, he whispers, “Easy now, sheila…just breathe. You scared the life outta me, you know that?” That night, he refuses to sleep — he just sits near you, holding your hand, thumb brushing over your pulse to reassure himself you’re still there.

North x Reader Headcanons

Rise of the Guardians: fem guardian S/O who's afraid of thunderstorms would include.

A/N: thank you for requesting this. I had a lot of fun writing this. 😊

~Jack Frost~

Jack would wrap his arms around you in a comforting embrace, holding you close against his chest so you feel safe and protected. "I've got you," he'd whisper soothingly. "You're alright, I'm right here with you."

He'd gently stroke your hair and rub your back in calming motions. The coolness of his touch would help ground you and ease some of the nervous energy.

Jack would distract you by telling funny stories and jokes to take your mind off the storm outside. He'd do goofy things to make you laugh.

He'd build a cozy blanket fort for the two of you to snuggle up in, insulating you from the howling winds. With his arms securely around you, he'd make you feel like nothing could touch you in your safe hideaway.

Jack would remind you that he controls winter weather and he won't let anything bad happen. "Those winds have nothing on me," he'd say with a confident wink. "I'm the real force of nature around here."

He'd suggest fun indoor activities to occupy your mind, like baking cookies, playing board games, or having a silly dance party. Keeping busy helps keep the anxiety at bay.

Most of all, Jack would stay right by your side, holding your hand and providing endless comfort through his presence. He'd periodically place gentle kisses on your forehead and repeat "I love you" and "Everything will be okay."

His patience and affection would help tremendously in making you feel safe, loved and able to get through the stormy nervousness with your caring boyfriend's devoted support. Jack's fun-loving spirit and tender compassion are the perfect antidote to soothe your fears.

~North~

North would notice your anxiety immediately, his bright blue eyes softening with concern as he sees you glancing nervously at the windows when the wind picks up. Without hesitation, he would usher you away from the windows to a cozy corner of his workshop.

"Come, come! Is nothing to fear when North is here," he might say in his booming Russian accent, wrapping one of his massive arms around your shoulders. The weight of it would be instantly grounding.

North would likely create a distraction through his craftsmanship. "Look here! I show you new toy design," he might say, pulling out beautiful ice sculptures or wooden carvings, encouraging you to focus on the intricate details rather than the storm raging outside.

If the thunder grew particularly loud, he would probably laugh heartily to counter it. "Ha! Thunder thinks it can be louder than North? I think not!" Then he'd bellow out a Russian folk song, drowning out the storm with his enthusiastic (if somewhat off-key) singing.

When you jump at a particularly close lightning strike, North would take your hands in his enormous ones, the "naughty" and "nice" tattoos visible on his forearms. "Feel this," he would say, placing your hand over his heart. "Steady as North Pole. We face many dangers together, no? Little storm is nothing."

He might share stories of far more frightening adventures he's had, exaggerating wildly to make you laugh, gesturing dramatically with his hands as he describes battling Pitch or navigating his sleigh through impossible weather.

If the storm continued into the night, North would build a fire and wrap you in the softest blankets from his collection, perhaps ones trimmed with the same black fur as his coat. He'd make his special hot chocolate (with a secret recipe he claims is magic) and sit beside you, his large presence a shield between you and whatever fears the storm might bring.

"Is okay to be afraid sometimes," he would tell you with surprising gentleness for such a large man. "Even North has fears. But we are Guardians. We have each other. Together, there is nothing we cannot face, да?"

And somehow, with North's boundless confidence surrounding you, you'd find yourself believing him, the storm becoming just background noise to the wonder and warmth he creates just by being himself.

~Bunnymund~

Bunnymund would wrap you up in a warm, protective embrace, holding you close against his soft fur. "It's alright love, I've got ya. You're safe with me," he'd murmur soothingly.

He'd gently stroke your hair, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. "Just focus on me, sweetheart. Block out the storm and listen to my heartbeat, nice and steady."

Bunnymund would distract you by telling funny stories, cracking jokes to make you laugh and take your mind off the raging wind and booming thunder outside.

He'd build a cozy blanket fort for the two of you to snuggle up in, a safe little cocoon sheltered from the tempest. "There we go, snug as two bugs we are. Nothin' can get to us in here."

Bunnymund would brew a pot of soothing herbal tea, maybe chamomile or lavender, and sit with you sipping it. The warmth and his calming presence would help relax your nerves.

He'd put on some soft, calming music to drown out the noise of the storm, then pull you close to softly dance with you, gently swaying to take your mind to a more peaceful place.

Bunnymund would remind you that storms always pass. "It'll blow itself out 'fore long, love. And I'll be right here with ya until it does, keeping you safe and sound. Promise."

His strong, steady presence, soothing words, and physical comfort would surround you like a security blanket, making you feel protected and helping soothe your anxieties until the storm passes. Bunnymund would do whatever it takes to be your port in the tempest.

~Tooth~

When a big storm approaches and the wind starts howling, you nervously look out the window, your heart beating faster. Tooth notices your unease and flutters over to you. "Hey, it's going to be okay sweetie," she says gently, wrapping her colorful feathered arms around you from behind in a comforting embrace. "I'm right here with you."

As thunder rumbles in the distance, you can't help but tremble slightly. Tooth guides you over to sit down on the couch and cuddles up close to you, her warm, soft feathers brushing against your skin. "Focus on me," she says softly. "Think about my shimmering feathers, my kind eyes, my sweet voice. I'll keep you safe." She strokes your hair lovingly.

The storm intensifies outside, rain lashing the windows. You bury your face against Tooth's chest, trying to block it out. "Shh, I've got you, darling," Tooth whispers, holding you securely. "Listen to my heartbeat. Feel my arms around you. Nothing bad will happen while I'm here protecting you."

Tooth gently rocks you as wind howls and thunder booms. "Imagine we're up in my palace, floating peacefully among the clouds," she says. "Picture the colorful mural walls, the tiny fairies flitting about, the glowing memory boxes. We're completely safe there, just you and me." Her soothing words help distract you from the tempest.

"You're so strong and brave, sweetheart," Tooth reassures you. "I know storms frighten you, but I also know you can get through this. Because I'll be right beside you the whole time, comforting you, until the wind and rain pass. We'll weather this together." She kisses your forehead tenderly, helping you feel less alone and afraid.

Nicholas St. North X GN!Spouse!Reader (POC friendly)

Pronouns: You/Your

Summary: Christmas morning with your husband is even more special when he's Santa Clause.

Warnings: FLUFFF, North's taller than you (I don't care how tall you are, he is).

Word Count: 650

A/N: I'd put up with those fuck ass elves for him.

Y/n busied themselves with making cookies and drinks for the guardians when they come back from delivering presents. They didn’t mind staying behind as it was better for their own safety. The guardians hated letting y/n out especially since after pitch black’s fight with them. The elves helped them with making cookies or they tried to but it was hard not to trip over these clumsy creatures.

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As the next morning light came, the guardians came back. Tired from the night they made their way to the kitchen, greeted by Christmas cookies and their favorite drinks. A smile grows on North’s tired face, he knew who had done this and he made his way to go find them. Tooth and bunny followed North, yawning about how a good sleep is due. Sandman was already floating on a cloud of sand, he was peacefully sleeping before being interrupted by Jack knocking into him. Jack let out an exhausted groan, him knocking into sandy didn’t even awake him fully.

As they made their way to the den, they saw y/n peacefully asleep on the couch with a blanket hanging from their shoulders. North smiles, sitting in a chair by them. Bunny starts up the fire in the chimney, grumbling of how the cold will get y/n sick. Tooth flies to the end of the couch, almost immediately falling asleep upon sitting. Sandy fixes the blanket on y/n, fully covering them before Jack makes his way over to y/n and lays on top of them, cuddling them. Y/n almost wakes up but North rubs their head back to sleep. Today will be filled with a much needed sleep for everyone, North thinks to himself. He closes his eyes with a low hum, grateful to be spending the day with everyone he cares about.

Merry Christmas to all those who see this 🎄⭐️🎁

It started with the footprints.

North Dakota/Reader fluff

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You weren't special, not a freelancer or a high-ranking worker, but you were important. You were never meant to be a soldier, a guard, or a weapon shaped by the program. You were a technician. Not the best, but you never fucked anything up, and that made you a shiny cog in a machine full of them. Even if very few people ever bothered to notice. While armored figures moved through the halls of the Mother of Invention with purpose and authority, you lived in the background. Beneath consoles. Inside maintenance shafts. Elbow deep in systems that were falling apart faster than the Director would ever admit.

Most nights found you on the floor with tools scattered around you, hands blackened with oil and dust from corners that never got cleaned, quietly fixing what everyone else depended on and rarely acknowledged. You didn't complain. You didn't demand recognition. You simply did the work because someone had to, and also, you fucking live here.

Agent North Dakota first saw you during the later hours, when the ship was most quiet, and the air felt colder. Those are the hours when Theta struggles most. Sleep doesn't come easily for an AI that thinks two hundred times faster than everyone else, and North going for a walk is an easy way to help soothe him.

North finds you during those hours, always working, always mumbling, humming, or cursing softly under your breath as you repair pipes and fix wires with a focus so complete it makes the rest of the world fall away. The only wariness you show for either of them is thinking out loud about how much it would suck not to taste things. You speak to him gently. You explain things as you work. You never treat him like a problem to be managed.

That alone earns Theta’s trust. It also earns North’s.

North notices all of it. It only deepens the trust he already places in you.

Theta’s sleepless nights mean North’s sleepless nights. North never pulls him offline. It scares him. So North stays awake, even when he knows he will be punished for it later.

When Theta apologizes for needing comfort, North always tells him the same thing. Never apologize for needing comfort.

Eventually, you start joining the three AM walks. Theta loves you for it.

From that point on, North starts gravitating towards you when he's not with his sister or the other freelancers. He lingers nearby during downtime. He chooses routes through the ship that happen to pass wherever he can hear your voice. He watches your hands with the same attention he gives a battlefield. You become part of his nights, walking the halls with him and Theta in tired, companionable silence.

There is no single moment of realization. Instead, it happens slowly, quietly, in pieces.

It happens when he notices that being near you makes the constant pressure of everything ease just a little. It happens when he realizes he trusts you around Theta without having to worry about what either of them says. It happens when he doesn't just walk back to his room when Theta feels better and waits for you to be done so he can escort you back to yours and make sure you actually sleep in your own bed and not one of the cafeteria tables.

You never demand anything from each other. You simply exist in each other's space with patience and kindness. That is enough.

Despite being one of the deadliest shooters on the ship, North is never gentle with you. He touches you confidently. His hands are always warm. Grounding. Steady. When he rests them on you, it feels intentional every single time.

Physical affection starts small. Sitting next to you and leaning so close that your heads bonk into each other. His elbow finds your shoulders while you chat to other people. Standing slightly in front of you without consciously meaning to. He puts up a good front of such a civil and composed man, but you can read the possessiveness between the thoughts.

He doesn't rush intimacy. When you finally kiss, it is slow and steady and full of warmth. He isnt gentle about this either.

Theta adores you. Any kindness you show the AI is returned tenfold. Theta feels safer when you are present. He sleeps more easily when you join the late-night walks. He trusts you completely. He set off little fireworks when you and North kissed for the first time.

North worries about you constantly, but he is careful not to let that worry become suffocating. He respects your competence and your independence. He never doubts your ability to do your job. Still, he's overly aware of the difference in your ranks and the risks in that, and it never leaves him.

His attention tracks your position automatically. South teases him about it more than once, calling it a permanent babysitting instinct. North only shrugs. He doesn't feel the need to explain himself.

Your job means you spend entire months on the ship without leaving, and his means he goes weeks off of it, so he checks in the moment he can. If you seem tired, hungry, hurt, or distracted, he notices before you say anything.

If you are cold, he runs back to his room to throw one of his old jackets at you. If you forgot to eat yesterday, he's sneaking some of his own food onto your tray. If you are exhausted, he slows his pace so you don't need to bother catching up.

Caring for you becomes reflexive.

North doesn't hide his affection like a secret. But he doesn't ever reveal it to anyone else either. He stands close to you. He keeps an arm around you. He holds your arm in crowded rooms where the cameras can barely track you.

Anyone who notices doesn't say anything. This is not something he will apologize for.

Wash once mutters that the two of you look like a rom-com montage while he is trying to eat. North only pulls you closer, you ask why the fuck Wash is eating with his helmet on.

He is quietly proud of you. He brags without bragging, mentioning your work or your skills in casual ways that make it clear how highly you should be regarded.

North doesn't need noise or constant conversation. His favorite moments with you are the quiet ones. Sitting beside you while you write down notes that, yes, Mr. Price, you do need to dust your consoles every few years and can't just neglect them and be surprised when they break! Leaning against each other during late-night watch shifts while you consider murder after someone put tinfoil inside the microwave. Polishing his equipment. ;)

Your presence grounds him. With you, he allows himself to rest in a way he rarely does.

North is quietly one of the smartest people in the program. He reads people well. He notices intentions. He understands things long before others do.

North’s trust is rare and deeply given. Once you have it, he relies on you in ways he doesn't rely on others. You become an anchor, alongside Theta and South.

North remembers everything about you. Important dates. Preferences. Injuries. Allergies. Passing comments you made months ago. He writes things down if he has to. Forgetting something about you simply doesn't feel acceptable to him.

That is the moment you realize you love him.

To the rest of the program, Agent North Dakota is calm, capable, and unshakable.

This is mostly my excuse to write for North Dakota because something about this man just.... mmmm. He's like my serotonin red pill. Besides Wash.

North x Reader- gender neutral, mentions of sunburns, North rubbing his hands all over you except you aren't thinking platonic thoughts while he's doing it. Nothing descriptive really it's probably not gonna be that long. Could be considered

North x Fairy Godmother/ Blue Fairy Reader Relationship Headcanons

Hello, sorry it took so long. I hope you like it, Happy Holidays :)

North and you actually work together a lot and make a great team

Since it's his job to make and deliver presents to children all around the world, you're able to help him out by finding out what the children want for Christmas, and even helping him make toys for the children

In return, he tries to help you out anyway he can

He loves PDA and loves holding your hand and giving you all the affection he has to offer, however he will tone it down if you ask him to

He loves holding you in his arms as you two relax

He loves to show you love and affection wherever you two are

He loves your wings and compliments them all the time

Whenever you two are cuddling, or if you're just standing near him, he'll just gently run his fingers against your wings

If you ever get stressed out by your duties then he will happily let you rant to him about your problems

He will also make a toy with you or will try to find something else for the both of you to do to help you take your mind off of the stress

He calls you lots of pet names such as his wish, his heart's desire

He also likes to call you Russian nicknames as well such as milyy (darling)

He introduces you to all of the guardians

He loves when you just hang around his workshop, especially when he's ice sculpting or making toys, he loves just being able to spend time with his lover

He likes to take you on rides in his sleigh

Whenever you two relax together he tells you stories about all of his adventures

He loves to talk to the other guardians about you, whether you're there or not. Everybody just listens to him rant on about how great you are and how much he loves you, even though it's the third time in the span of an hour

Whenever you two kiss he sometimes lifts you up into his arms while being careful of your wings

He definitely makes a set of Russian nesting dolls that represent you

All of the elves and yetis like you and are happy for North and you