(Bunnymund x Reader) It's been 5 years since the guardians have defeated Pitch Black. It's been 5 years since they had gotten a new guardian. And it just so happens that one is on the way. The guardian of imagination. The guardian of creativity. The Artist Enjoy!

Have you ever wondered how it was on the other side? The "evil" side? Athena, the daughter of Pitch Black knows. Shocker that he even has one. She lives with him underground in his hideout with his wife, Lynette and son, Isaac. They've all done a pretty good job of avoiding the Guardians. But, of course, Athena eventually meets the Guardians many times, but not in the ways you'd expect. She uncovers secrets about all the Guardians as well as their past life. She even finds a little surprising thing about her Dad, Pitch, and his past. Course being Pitch's daughter has its ups and downs, and everything comes with a price. When a mysterious half-sister (So Pitch had more kids....? >.<) enters Thea's life, everything turns even more twisted than before. Her bravery and skills will be put to the test as new enemies arise. (Edit 6/12/15: Wow I wrote this so long ago and it sounds really cheesy.)

A new guardian? Who? No! The halloween spirit, Hallows Eve or (Y/N) is the guardian of Hall-o-ween. Playful and fun but mischievous, they're the good kind of fear. But the guardians don't believe in such a thing. Refusing to change trying to find their place in this world Jack can relate and tries to help. Confused and lost there's one thing (Y/N) knows and that's their holiday. So they hold firm to their beliefs and traditions since they've gotten them this far. But what happens when a new foe arises and an old friend offers them help? After all what goes together better than Fear and Darkness?

Pitch Black from RotG and my own character - but you can take it as a reader too (i guess). Well i began to write all the description in the story so you're welcome to read it. Also my character has in the story a different color (red) of her dress than it is showed on the cover, not to forget to mention i do not own that picture (i just edited it a little). !! Lastly i do not own anything from Rise of the Guardians, it belongs to its owners, but i do own my characters created in there. !!

"And do this, understanding the present time: The hour has already come for you to wake up from your slumber, because our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed. The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light. ~ Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." "This... is not the end..." he tells me in a weak but sure tone, making it hard for me to doubt even in a time as dark as this... There's something more in his eyes. "He's gone back in time and killed them before they were Guardians..." I say. "All except you... He does not know of your origins... Keep it that way... And find them." There's something in his voice that tells me he's not talking about the Guardians. "...Find who?" "Find the girl of the golden flower... Find the girl who never misses... And find the man who tames the beast of the night..." He speaks with deep meaning behind his words. My eyebrows are pulled together in thought but also devastation because of the life leaving his body... I can't help but be confused however at his odd words... He takes my hand in both of his and shuts his eyes... a golden light burning through our palms as the world around me disappears and everything shuts down. I feel like I am falling but also unconscious... Until my head hits grass along with my back and I don't know if I am dead or alive. ~ A Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons tale ~

Pitch Black X Reader. (This was originaly Pitch X OC, but it just didnt turn out well.) There is no laid out plan for this story so you will have to read to figure out more. Later when I run out of ideas I will ask for help. Please enjoy reading this fan fiction.

(Cover art by me) GOING THROUGH A REWRITE PLEASE HAVE PATIENCE. What is the monster in the closet, a monster right? That's what you may believe, but what if I told you that the monster is a guardian. Just like Jack frost, the sand man, the Easter bunny, santa, and the tooth fairy. It's just been kept a secret for over 300 years. Even from the guardians. Why? The monster believes it isn't. It stayed hidden in fear thinking it wouldn't be accepted by it's fellow guardians. Though things are changing. Pitch know's it exists and is now on the hunt. That's not the only problem the monster has run into a guardian and now they know as well. It's up to the guardians to tame it, help it believe before pitch can use it. Will they be able to, or will they be to stubborn and believe it's just a monster like everyone else? Okay. So this is of my oc with rise of the guardians and guardians of childhood. This was a really old idea for a second movie. Which of course I know it won't happen, I was a lot younger when I come up with it. I caved and decided to write it sense she was my first ever oc. It's been in my head sense the movie came out and more so once I read the books. As in my account's description says, bare with me on the grammar and such. Personal issues I'd rather not talk about. Just please enjoy the story. Rose/monster in the closet, belongs to me. all of the other guardians belong to William Joyce and dream works.

(WARNING! This is not a love story or is it???) For you it started with a gift, to make green, to sprout a dead flower to life...anything alive. you thought it was only plants but until you touched a dead cat at the age of seven. You were afraid of your own gift, some thought it was a miracle. One night you wished aloud... only to be heard by the nightmare king.

It's been several weeks since Pitch Black's defeat, and everything has been great. Until Pitch finds you, his first believer. This interests him, and he continues to visit you, earning the attention of the Guardians. You soon find yourself caught in the middle, and must decide whether to trust your childhood fables, or give in to your nightmares. So. Do you believe in the Boogeyman?