Hey guys, InAllMyYears here—First story for this fandom, please tell me what you think! I'm so excited to see the reception for this piece~! :3

Though he was stiff with tension, Bunny made sure to handle the little egglets carefully. No need to take out his frustration on the googies.

He had hoped that mindless painting in a shady spot by the dye river might calm him, but it wasn't meant to be. He set the finished egg down, rubbing his face roughly as it trotted off, proud of its new colors.

It was all North's fault, really. If that overbearing Cossack could just leave well enough alone…

After one of their monthly meetings at the Pole, the big man had approached Bunny. Or rather cornered him before he could make his customary escape.

Bunny had winced as a large hand clapped down on his shoulder, and knew right then that he wouldn't be thrilled with the discussion they were inevitably about to have.

"It has been three years, my friend, and yet you and Jack have not become friends. The others and I have talked, and we are worried."

"I see the troublemaker every month! What more ya want from me?"

And with a stern look, the man had told him exactly what he wanted.

Which was what led him to invite Jack into his Warren for the day. Not that Bunny was social or cared to spend time with anyone but his thoughts, but North just had a way of makin' a bloke feel right crummy, even if the reasons were unfounded.

And it wasn't as if the sprite needed to be invited—it seemed not a week could go by without some ice-themed prank being pulled on the poor Guardian of Hope. He had slipped on mysterious patches of ice, stepped into traps designed to hit him with multiple snowballs at once, and even woken up to a completely frozen dye river (which had melted mere hours later). Though the blighter was right sneaky, since Bunny had never actually caught him in the act. What he wouldn't give to find out just how the trickster made it past his golems and wards…

A cold breeze ruffled his fur, and Bunny tensed. He stood and stretched, before the chill could settle into his bones (he refused to think that it was a refreshing chill). The two had never spent time together outside of their requisite meetings, and Bunny would be the first to predict that this idea of North's would not end well.

Jack's heart pulsed in his throat, and his hands shook lightly. His stomach was heavy with anxiety, though the wind carried him with ease. He felt as if he had swallowed a particularly slimy river stone. You couldn't just drop information like that on a guy!

"Bunny has invited you to spend time in Warren," North had told him, bursting into the guest suite of the Pole (though Jack spent enough time there, it was really just considered his.)

Said spirit popped up into a sitting position on the bed, dispersing the small flurry of ice crystals he had been creating between his hands. "What? What do you mean?"

"Is English I speak, boy," the man had had that mischievous twinkle in his eye that even made Jack a bit nervous. "Bunny said you were welcome to spend day in Warren, to help with Easter preparations."

"So you're hiring me out as labor, huh? As a spirit of Winter, I do have my own responsi—"

"Bah, is spring! One day shall not hurt, eh?"

And before Jack could argue further, he had turned and left, throwing over his shoulder that Bunny expected him in the Warren tomorrow morning.

He knew North had probably forced Bunny to extend the invitation, but he figured going along with whatever plan the man had brewing would be easier than resisting in the end. That rationalization was easier said than done.

And if Jack had been secretly hoping for an excuse to spend some one-on-one time with the gruff Kangaroo, well, that was no one's business but his own.

Sure, he had stopped the Easter Bunny from fading completely, but it was kind of his fault that he had been in such a vulnerable position in the first place. The two hadn't really spoken after that, and Jack for one was relatively comfortable with their uneasy truce. The potential alternatives were much worse.

He touched down on a grassy knoll, cool dew coating his bare feet. It was a familiar chill that restored some of his confidence, and with that, he located the chink in Bunny's wards, familiar to him by now. Second head to the right from due north.

Really, how had no one found this before? Jack laughed quietly to himself. It didn't surprise him that the most frequently used entrance was on Easter Island.

So cliché, he shook his head and smiled as the wind tumbled him down the earthy tunnels.

With an exultation from the wind, Jack burst from the tunnels into the perpetual spring sunshine that was Bunny's Warren, a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

This was going to be fun.

So, first chapter up! This has been fun to write so far, but recommendations and requests are accepted and appreciated! :)