People say that everyone has a past life that they don't remember - you included. But who believes in any of those tales of reincarnation anyway? You're wrapping up your final quarter of college, and you think all has gone by fairly normally. That is until you're approached by the King of Nightmares, who seems to know more secrets about your existence than you've ever remembered about yourself. However, he's shocked to find that you have no knowledge of him or any of his statements about royalty, ancient times, or mythical beings. Right when you thought you had the rest of your life figured out, you begin to question who you really are. In the meantime, what will the Man in the Moon or Guardians do when you and the Nightmare King meet? What will the kingdom's fearlings think? Will you decide to join Pitch and his throne after all, or will you resume your regular life away from the scene of legends as you had intended? And most importantly, who are you? I do not own Rise of the Guardians, Guardians of Childhood, you, or the artwork.

Neither of you expected you to see him, and it seems like it will change both your lives forever.

A collection of oneshots and short stories that will bring joy, heartbreak, lust, and darkness between you and the feared Nightmare King. Disclaimer: I do not own you, any Guardians of Childhood/rotg characters, or the artwork. Also, if you don't know Pitch's backstory, I recommend you look that up.

This all started with you losing your sketchbook. (Multichapter reader insert fanfiction with Pitch Black from Rise of the Guardians. Pitch's character will take elements from both the movie and book series. This story will contain explicit content in later chapters.)

Its Black Jack Frost which means he's working with Pitch now... Also in the later chapters there will be smut scenes between Jack and Pitch Cover credits TheDeafPancake

Its what the title says - a bunch of Blackice oneshots, will be smut and fluff

"So, you see me," he took a step closer, you stepped back "you hear me," another step closer, your arms fell, "tell me, my child," he began to whisper, his already appealing accent taking on an added velvet quality. "Can you," His breath tickled your cheeks as he stepped even closer, goose bumps rising on your arms, "feel me?" In a final step, he was against you. Your legs pressed against your dresser, there was no more room to back away. A love story between you and the dark night. Will he hurt you or will he fall in love? All the credits to rachelthepessimist