#pitch black rotg/reader

[phaticserpent]

- Losing Control -

Pitch Black/Reader (nsfw)

The way he would shudder as you twitched under him when he emptied another load into you. Enough for you to lose count, but not for him.

"Just a few more." He would grunt into your ear as his hands gripped onto your hips. His stamina would never waver as he pounded into you over and over again, listening to you babble and cry out. The way he would pull you closer as his release washed over him, not letting you go till every single drop of his seed filled you. Your legs would be shaking and have barely any strength to hold yourself up. But he wasn't done. You would whine out when he began thrusting again, and Pitch would kiss your neck as he continued his assault on your cunt.

"S-so full." You whined.

"N-not full enough." He groaned. He was completely addicted to the feeling of being inside you, the way you would squeeze around him, the sounds you would make as you reached your orgasm, and the way you gasped when he reached his own.

[maluustrawberry]

I wanted to make a request about what it would be like Bunnymund (ROTG) to fall in love with Reader who is the Guardian of Spring ❤️

Bunnymund X Guardian of Spring Reader. (Headcanons)

A/N: I thought this request was really cute, WHY IS HE SO HOT??!!! He was my childhood crush. I hope you like this Headcanon, I made it with great care.

-•❥❥• Spring and Easter had always worked together, so it was obvious that he knew you and admired your work. You never actually spoke to each other, but there were times when he watched you from afar, always surrounded by the animals you had awakened at the beginning of spring. The first impression you made was that you were very gentle, delicate and shy.

-•❥❥• He was surprised when you were chosen as guardian by the man in the moon. Being skeptical, at first he doubted whether you would really be able to protect The children from Pitch Black, because you had such a delicate and shy manner.

-•❥❥• The two of you became closer when you became guardian. Bunnymund didn't want to admit it, but he loved being around you because of your presence, always bringing calm.

-•❥❥• It was after a few years that he realized he was in love with you, when he was staring at you for too long, and admired how cute it was when butterflies landed on the flowers in your hair.

-•❥❥• One day, North caught him looking at you absent-mindedly and made fun of him for several months.

-•❥❥• He's very protective and loves to defend you by always standing next to you or behind, even though he knows you're powerful and can defend yourself.

-•❥❥• Often, when Bunnymund least expected it, he found himself very vulnerable in your hands when you paid too much attention to him. Because of your touch, he could become so vulnerable that he was almost submissive to you, almost desperate to be the only thing you saw at that moment.

-•❥❥• He likes to take you to flowery places that make Easter much more magical and colorful, especially because of your presence. And of course your meetings were in his den and painting Easter eggs.

-•❥❥• You know about the little feud between Bunnymund and Jack Frost, he gets jealous when Jack gets too close to you, and the winter spirit knows this and does it on purpose to provoke him.

-•❥❥• To calm him down from his constant jealousy, you would stroke behind his big ears or just give his muzzle a little touch. This quickly calmed him down, as it's the rabbit's most sensitive spot, almost like a drug... maybe even causing him more than that.

-•❥❥• When he confessed his love for you, he was completely nervous. He invited you to a flowery glade, almost enchanted by the beauty of the place and all the nature around. He knelt down humbly and took one of your hands, looking at you as if you were his goddess. That moment was overly dramatic because of his lack of knowledge about love or being in love, so he did it out of "common sense", but he really had no idea what he was doing at the time, almost like a desperate improvisation. He has trouble with very complex words all of a sudden, but, with his courage, he says everything he feels while looking at you with his piercing green eyes.

-•❥❥• He likes to call you by nicknames (my flower, my sweetheart, lovebug, cutie, darling... and of course, in hot times, he likes to call you "My bunny" or "Baby bunny").

-•❥❥• You can bet that in this relationship you would eat a lot of chocolate.

(I love those scenes when he turns into a little bunny OMG!!!😭💕✨🐰)

[ciciyup]

Lessons.

cw: nsfw, masturbation, overstimulation, spanking, fingering, blowjob, squirt.

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You had been a peculiar child, a mix of sweetness, shyness, and insatiable curiosity. Unlike other children, who eventually left behind their faith in the extraordinary, you never abandoned your beliefs. You fervently believed in the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy, Santa Claus, and surprisingly, the boogeyman as well. As a child, your nights were a strange and charming game: while others feared the darkness, you ventured into it, looking for a certain figure that you sometimes felt close by. Ever since you noticed a pair of eyes watching you and a certain figure with great height at the end of your bed when the lights went out waiting for you to close your eyes and fall asleep to sow small doses of fear in your dreams, you used to pretend to sleep just to catch it and be able to see it. It was a game they had. When you found it, you approached it with cautious steps and touched the ethereal robe that used to cover it; Your nervous smile lit up the dim light, and he couldn’t help but watch you with curiosity as you wrapped yourself in it like sheets and then ran back to your bed, taking shelter under the covers.

But as you grew up and left behind your childhood fears, your belief remained intact, something that many people at a certain age of adulthood tended to abandon. You no longer feared him; rather, you considered him an almost familiar presence, a shadow that had accompanied you throughout your life. He had become an occasional presence, watching you from the shadows without interfering too much. However, that connection you had shared in your childhood remained, even if it was not always admitted. Now, at university, you had changed a little. Although you were still the same, you had also learned to laugh at things that you had previously taken seriously, as a way of fitting in with your friends.

That afternoon you had gone out to the park with your group of friends, some closer than others, but friends nonetheless. Between lively conversations, the subject of supernatural beings came up. Between laughs, your friends began to joke about the beliefs they used to have before, calling them “kid stuff.”

—It’s silly to believe in them now —one of your friends commented while laughing. You simply smiled weakly, feeling out of place. —But as kids we all had that idea, right? That magic existed and all that.

—And what about the boogeyman? —another boy joked, exaggerating his voice to make it deeper. —Maybe he’s listening to us right now.

Laughter filled the table, and although you joined in at first to hide your discomfort, your laughter wasn’t completely sincere. You ended up laughing genuinely when the jokes took a lighter tone. Even though you knew your friends didn’t mean anything bad, a small part of you felt like you were betraying something very personal by laughing. In the shadows, Pitch was there, watching you with golden eyes filled with amusement and disdain. He’d been nearby all afternoon, intrigued by your interactions and your changes over time. But when he heard you, the same girl who’d played with him and believed in his presence, join in the laughter, something in him stirred. He couldn’t let that little betrayal go.

You came home exhausted that night, flopping onto your bed with a sigh, kicking off your shoes and staring at the ceiling wearily. You barely closed your eyes when you felt an unmistakable chill. Something was wrong. Opening your eyes, you saw him. Standing in the shadows, his tall figure illuminated by the dim moonlight.

—What a lovely evening. Looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself.

You quickly sat up straight, turning your head in his direction, heart pounding. There was Pitch, emerging from the shadows with his elegant demeanor and enigmatic smile.

—Pitch —you murmured, feeling a mix of surprise and slight nervousness as you watched him slowly approach with his movements as fluid as smoke.

—Don’t get me wrong. I’m flattered that you still believe in me. But that little scene with your friends… —Pitch pretended to think, touching his chin. —Laughing at me, even if it’s just to fit in, that doesn’t go unpunished.

—I wasn’t making fun of you —you protested, looking at him and trying to explain your side of the story.

—No? Because from my perspective, it seemed exactly that. —His voice took on a darker tone, though it was still loaded with mockery.

—I wasn’t making fun of you; I was just following the mood —you clarified, trying to defend yourself.

—Excuses. —Pitch moved closer to you, leaning in so far that his face was just a few inches from yours. —Spoiled girls always get what they deserve. —He spoke in a theatrical tone, enjoying the confusion on your face.

Before you could excuse yourself again, Pitch holds you by the waist, placing you face down on his lap after sitting on the edge of the bed, holding you there firmly. You felt your face heat up as he began to lift your skirt up over your hips, revealing your ass. Although you felt embarrassed, there was something else you didn’t want to identify; perhaps it was the brush of his fingertips across your exposed skin or the knowledge that you were under his eye. Pitch raised his hand and brought it straight to his target, giving you a gentle slap firm enough to resonate in the quiet room. It wasn’t painful, but it was clear enough to make you let out a surprised gasp. Pitch continued, administering a few more slaps to your ass, enjoying your reaction, while you couldn’t help but feel indignation and a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Pitch bowed his head once he was done, caressing your ass now with a red mark that would stay there for several minutes. He knew that, despite your apparent anger, you weren’t really upset. If he knew you as well as he thought, you probably would have liked it more than you were willing to admit. It was something you thought too, and it left you grumbling, given the truth of this, but you wouldn't admit it, even if your flushed face and silent actions proved otherwise. Seeing you discreetly move your hips seeking more intimate contact and close your legs tightly, ignoring his gaze, Pitch couldn't help but smile mockingly at this.

—Despite everything, you're still very predictable —he comments as he separates your legs and guides his hand further. —And what is this? —He murmurs, running one of his long fingers over the line of your slit marked by the moisture that was beginning to wet your panties. He moves his hand away from your crotch, rubbing his fingers as he brings them closer to his face to check the slimy moisture between them, then looks at you with disdain. —How pathetic.

With agile hands, he quickly pulls down your panties until they fall to your feet, observing the small, pearly, wet shine that peeked around your area. You let out a squeal as you felt one of his fingers touch your sensitive parts, then bury itself inside. With pitiful slowness, he began to move his finger in and out of your hole, making you sigh in annoyance, which made Pitch smile. He roughly added two fingers, beginning to fuck your pussy with speed and exquisite expertise, making you unconsciously moan as you clung to his knees, almost hugging them. His fingers began to get more and more soaked as he moved them quickly and his thumb rubbed considerably at your clit, noticing how you opened your legs more to feel him deeper. You moaned breathily as he began to hit his fingers against that special spot, making you see stars as you tightened around his fingers and came.

He barely managed to let you enjoy your euphoria enough when he straightened you up to stand, gently pushing you onto the bed, forcing you to stay seated on the tip while he remained in front of you. Your eyes widen with palpable excitement as he releases his cock and grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you closer with clear intentions. Your tongue darts out and sucks on the tip to start, causing Pitch to flick his tongue, quickly pushing his cock to explore your throat; the action causes you to take him in with surprise and let out a small cough, making him laugh. You suck hard as your head bobs up and down taking in his entire cock, nearly dripping onto his tunic with the drool that built up from sucking him; your hands grip his thighs for support with your mouth doing the work.

—That’s it, that’s it, so good —he murmurs as he strokes your head, enjoying the intense heat of your mouth surrounding his phallus, feeling every touch and every suck until he releases his load.

Pulling away from you, he grabs your cheeks, running his fingers over your wet lips and catching the remnants of his cum that escaped, bringing the rest with his fingers into your mouth so you could swallow it all without wasting a single drop. With a sly grin, he pushes your body face down onto the bed; removing your skirt so it wouldn’t get in the way, he positions himself over you and brings his cock to your hole as he spreads your ass cheeks, entering slowly and unhurriedly, enjoying your warmth. Your eyes roll back as he starts fucking you in a good rhythm; his pelvis slapping against your ass like firm slaps; his cock invading your slick pussy mercilessly, going in and out, forming a ring of cream at its base the harder he went. You moaned, hiding your face in the pillow and gripping the headboard of your bed as he kept your ass in the air, fucking you with everything he had, your legs shaking as you felt like you couldn’t keep up for too long. Pitch lets out a quiet gasp at the feeling of how hard you were clenching as you came, but not letting you rest he continues to fuck your walls, keeping your juices inside without letting them out. Rubbing your clit as he still held himself inside giving you everything he had, smiling at the sight of your exhausted and overstimulated image, though you seemed to be holding it in without even saying a single word, wanting more.

Your tired eyes widen as he pulls out of you forcefully and lays you down this time on your back to look at you; grabbing one of your legs he pulls you towards his body, lowering himself on top of you to take his cock inside your pussy again, now a mess with mixtures of your juices, staining the sheets. Your legs wrap around his hips out of instinct as you feel him bury himself in you, and in response he holds onto your hips firmly, showing no mercy as he begins to drill into your pussy again. You raise your arms, trying to grab onto whatever your hands find as Pitch holds you open, rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your hands ball into fists as you grip the sheets tightly and try to move your hips to match his rhythm, feeling your stomach churn, your body searching for something more. The sound of skin slapping against skin was the only thing you could hear in the dark room apart from their voices. Pitch pants in your ear as he hits your spots, burying his nose in your neck after brushing away strands of hair that covered your face and stuck to his sweaty chest. You let out a small cry as you release a stream that wets your belly and his; your vision became blurry and your mouth opened drooling in pure ecstasy. squeezing his cock as you feel the clear liquid wet your sheets beneath your ass, you come undone beneath Pitch as you take it all in. He stops rubbing your clit, then releases long ropes of hot cum that fill you again and make a mess between so many bodily mixtures together. Coming down from your high, Pitch smiles, showing his teeth in an unkind smile, bringing his face close to yours to plant a slow kiss and then grab you by the hair.

—I can still hear you teasing me. Do you think that’s something I can let go? —His deep voice echoed in the room and the sudden grip made you let out a moan. His hand closed around your hair forced you to look at him. —Are you going to learn not to lie again?

—Yes, I promise. —Your voice came out shaky as you tried to recover, still coming down from your euphoria. Pitch smiled, a smile that was anything but reassuring, caressing your face with the tips of his fingers, which made you shudder knowing that nothing would end yet.

—But why risk it? —He murmured. His eyes seemed to shine with an almost hypnotic intensity, smiling at the sight of your expression.

When dawn finally broke through the darkness of the night and the doors of the university opened, as you reached the entrance to meet your friends in a turtleneck sweater, frequent yawns, and a sleepy expression, you attracted curious glances from the group.

—Are you okay? You look exhausted. —One of them asks, raising an eyebrow.

—Yeah, I just didn’t sleep very well last night. —You force a smile, trying to hide any strange traces that could be noticed as if you didn’t already look strange that morning.

—Nightmares? —another asked, laughing softly.

—Not exactly… —you murmur, your thoughts returning to memories of last night. Without thinking too much, you continued firmly:—I really believe in him. The boogeyman.

Your statement was met with incredulous and amused laughter, but without malice; Your friends didn't give it much importance, thinking it was just one of your quirks.

—Well, to each his own. —one of them replied, and soon the conversation turned to another topic.

Hidden from the shadows, Pitch smiled, pleased with your words. Although he didn't show it, he could perceive the subtlety emanating from your face, as if you wanted to play with him indirectly, which intrigued him. For your part, an idea began to form in your mind. There was something addictive about the intensity of his presence, the way he made you feel small and wanted at the same time. Maybe you should push him and make him angry more often.

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🏹 a/n: A few days ago I watched this movie again and I honestly didn't remember the characters like that, so now I have a hyper fixation on Pitch Black. There aren't as many stories about him as I would like so here is my contribution.

—cici🏹

[theladyheroine]

ROTG OC Ideas! 💡❄️

❥ Hello everyone! 👋🏽 I know I already posted the other day but I came up with this quick one for fun lol, enjoy!

New Year’s Eve/Day - Global

Lady Justice - Global

The Bluebird of Happiness - Global

Diwali - India

Holi - India

Lunar New Year - China

Mid-Autumn Festival - China

The Monkey King - China

Jade Rabbit - China

La Calavera Catrina - Mexico

The White Knight - England

The Rose Queen - Britain

Lady of the Lake - Britain

Old Man Winter - Greece

Nymphs - Greece (Universal)

The Mermaid King - Denmark (Universal)

The Snow Queen - Denmark

La Befana - Italy

The Brave Little Tailor - Germany

Lady Columbia - America

The Coyote - America (Native American)

The Rainbow Crow - America (Native American | Lenape)

The Golden Mermaid - Thailand

Momotaro - Japan

Moon Rabbit - Japan

[nxtaliaistyping]

Been thinking about being Pitch Black's plaything for years now

Authors note: yeah watching this film when i was like 12 really cemented my taste in fictional characters, for better or for worse. Definitely for worse.

18+ smut, blindfolds, dom/sub vibes

Thinking about waking up in a cold sweat after a vivid nightmare, hair a mess and nightgown loosely hanging off your shoulder as you sit up. That's when you notice the man, or is it a creature, stood in the corner of the room, head tilted.

From Pitch's perspective, him being in your bedroom was merely a coincidence. Usually he preys on the nightmares of children, their fear being more palpable. But he was desperate to regain his strength, desperate to feel the sharp sting of fear running through his veins again. So he'd poison your dream, watching the way your pretty head tossed and turned in your anxious state, the way the room got colder and your nipples poked through the soft fabric of your nightdress.

But when your teary eyes fall on him, he realizes you can see him.

"Fascinating. Many adults lose their belief in me, but not you?"

Despite his better judgement, he'd keep coming back to see you. Whenever your dream would turn dark and harrowing, you knew you'd wake to his piercing eyes from the shadows of your room. And after a while, he began to...indulge you.

God, him finding out you like his voice? He's insatiable; his long dexterous fingers curling deep in your soaked pussy as he looms over you, your bedroom much darker than usual.

"Look at you, letting the king of nightmares satiate you. Do you have no shame? No fear? Perhaps I should remind you what I am capable of."

Black sand would wrap around your eyes, a blindfold of the purest black as your body arches off the bed at his touch. Pressing against your g spot with every thrust of his fingers. At that moment it would be clear to you just how powerless you truly are, at the whims of the boogeyman.

"See what I could do to you? I could have you screaming, in multiple different ways."

He'd chuckle at his own words, fingers speeding up their assault on your cunt, feeling your walls tighten before you make a mess all over his hand. Since he can't taste your juices, he'd simply push his digits between your parted lips and demand you describe the flavor.

Sending you back to sleep after this, in the morning he'd be gone, not a trace that he'd ever been there apart from the stain beneath you of your wetness. But you'll know that the next night he'll come back, and make you gush all over again <3

[assortedvillainvault]

thanks for the lovely response!! originally, i rediscovered your account by searching pitch black x reader, so I was wondering if you'd write for him?? How about a pitch who used to terrorize and the scare the living hell out of the reader 🤣 (all in good, fun banter of course!!) And the reader eventually grows used to him and ends up loving his company, but-

one day, out of the blue he just up and disappears! Just like that. The reader gets worried, and it turns out he did it because he thought it would be for the readers own good, because in the end, she's still human. she would still end up passing wayy before him. Now that I think abt it, it sounds a lot like it's more for him than her, actually?? Anyways. Jack frost ends up getting involved somehow and finds out about this, goes to confront pitch who's an absolute miserable mess, and one thing leads to another, and Jack's comment of "wow you're afraid," triggers him somehow and he goes to face the reader who's angry at him, rightfully so, and they make up??

It could be in hcs or whatever format which would be most comfortable for u. Of course, I realize this is a very demanding and long request, so u obviously don't have to do it if it hinders you in any way!! Once again, love you and your writing ❤️❤️ wish you the best

I do indeed write for Pitch! I love this stupid lanky bastard- mostly because you know that behind every interaction there is a 3 part act and a soliloquy of desperation because he lives in a cave and can’t even touch grass without getting weird about it.

Pitch x Reader - Disappearing Act

Pitch you BASTARD.

You missed him so much it ached.

Years of your life he had spent dipping in and out of your nights, scaring the absolute piss out of you well into your twenties.

Slowly though, nightmares that had once been borderline torture became spooky weekly catch ups, his laugh leading you through mortal terror into something...not nice, but tolerable as you slept. You’d while away whole nights chatting, playing, stealing time, and now he just-!

You roll back onto your bed with a scowl, wiping your eyes harshly. He hadn’t shown up in weeks.

Ironically, your nightmares now revolve around his absence, or him being hurt nearby, his voice ringing out in pain through your subconscious maze - but no matter which way you turn you only get further away, your efforts fruitless.

You wake every time to find no trace of black sand, and it makes you want to cry and hit something.

Maybe the conveniently sheepish looking shadow on your bedroom floor, with a shit eating white haired child sat on his back, would be a good target.

“Pitch?! And, uh, who the fuck-”

The white haired child cheerfully waved his shepherd’s crook, and you felt a winter’s brisk breeze gleefully whiz around the room. “Hi! Name’s Jack Frost – nice to meet you – here on boogeyman special delivery service!” He gleefully bonked the staff down and froze Pitch’s arms to the ground with a crackle. Pitches voice ticked into the kind of strangled swearing you’ve only been able to manage when you accidentally got too mushy and turned his sand golden.

Jack skipped to his feet and dived for the window. “He’s got something he wants to saaaayyy!!! Bye bye!” Aaaaand he’s gone in a swirl of snowflakes.

You turn back to the scrabbling form of your longtime headache, still awkwardly stuck to the floor via his hands and forearms. Pitch caught your gaze for a second before turning away, mortified.

You sighed, sitting next to him. “Hello stranger. Been a while.” You plapped your hand on the ice, hissing at the cold as it began to melt a little faster. “...missed you.”

Pitch jerked around, golden eyes wide and oooh, was that guilt? That looked a lot like guilt, but you wouldn’t know given how he normally looked haughtily down at the world via his nose.

He chuckled humourlessly, biting out his answer. “...You shouldn’t.”

Ah. One of those bouts of self pity and needless flagellation was it? Well.

Luckily you’ve developed a longstanding tactic for such events.

You snorted and flopped elegantly on top of him, squishing him down and snuggling in even as he sputtered. “Well. I do. Despite your best efforts.” You poked him in his gaunt ribs, taking full advantage of the fact his hands are stuck to really snuggle in there as the room becomes swallowed in shadow. Good luck escaping with you in limpet mode, Pitch. You figured out ages ago he can’t teleport away if you’re holding onto him.

“C’mon, love.” You squeezed gently. “Talk to me.”

Pitch grumbled and sighed as though opening his mouth was tantamount to the world collapsing around his ears. Your weight on top of him always made his head go fuzzy, and you’re distractingly, stupidly warm.

You wait a little longer. The world doesn’t end when the words quietly come.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | ROTG - Pitch x Listener SFW Pitch Wants You To Stay With Him

[M4A] [Feelings confession] [Jealous] [Possessive]

Based on a Patreon request.

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[i-set-my-autism-on-fire]

Fandom life hack: if you ship two characters and there are little to no fics for them, read an x Reader and imagine the other characters info for the "Y/N, E/C, H/C" stuff

Downside: I ship two characters who barely have any x Readers, and literally no x Male!Readers, so I can't even pretend that Sombitch has any fanfiction 😭

[writerbugg]

Child of Bone

Platonic rotg x child reader

Prologue # Welcome Young Soul

Prolonge

Oh, man in the moon, send an evening star to wink at my dreary eyes, and I shall make a wish for a peaceful world that spins with no more lies.

- Richelle E. Goodrich

Reader will be referred to as Yu instead of Y/n. If there's any objections with that tell me I have no objections if you don't like it.

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Light.

That's the first thing they remembered seeing.

A short man wandered around a bright corridor, a sad smile on his face as he made his way to the bright, glowing soul in the center of the room.

The man had the strangest look about him. He was short and wore a white suit with a red bow. His hair looked like a single strand of silken silver, standing upright and folding into a swirl at the end.

Tsar Lunar XII was his name, though he had several names: Manny, Manfred, and Man in Moon.

He was the bringer of wishes, the light that kept darkness at bay, and once a prince of a fallen kingdom. But right now, he was the guide tasked with awakening the next guardian.

Tsar approached the soul, gently taking the orb into his hands. His smile grew sadder, such a young soul, and tasked with such a large burden.

If it were up to him, he wouldn't have chosen this young soul, but sadly, some things are not up to him to decide.

"Hello young soul," He spoke softly, his hands glowed as he embedded some of his magic into the young soul attempting to awaken it, "it's time to awaken from your slumber."

The soul seemed to react to this, slowly lifting into the air, and growing brighter until in one bright flash the orb expanded.

Colors unknown to mortal eyes danced across the room, weaving a tapestry of shimmering blues, majestic purples, and radiant golds. Each hue seemed to tell a story of the soul's life.

Brilliance engulfed everything forcing Tsar to close his eyes as the light cast all shadows into oblivion. For a fleeting moment, time itself seemed to stand still, light shifted all around, like a star that had just been born, before it all condensed inwards.

Tsar opened his eyes, surprise and wonder in his gaze as he was not expecting such a spectacular spectacle, his gaze soon fell onto the child that now stood in the center of the room.

The child stared at Tsar with as much surprise and wonder as Tsar's. The child was adorned in white silks that almost seemed to glow, their eyes, they were the most beautiful shade of (e/c), and their hair were of similar color to Tsar himself, most likely a result of his magic.

The child tore their gaze away from Tsar, slowly taking in their surroundings. The room was bright, but it didn't hurt their eyes. Confusion filled them yet they did not panic, somehow they knew they were safe.

Tsar stepped closer, catching the child's attention. "Hello young soul," he began, "I am Tsar, but you may refer to me as Manfred." Tsar gave the child a warm yet sad smile as he gifted her a cloak and a lantern "And you are Yu."

Tsar softly patted the child's head his smile never leaving his face, yet he looked anything but happy, he looked terribly sad.

"I am so terribly sorry to gift such a young soul like you with this burden." He apologized to Yu sorrowfully. "While you fill this role you will never age, not psychically mentally, or emotionally. You are forever stuck as a child." He bowed his head, as if in shame.

Tsar gently sighed, "I can not do much for you once you are on earth, so I gift you this amulet."

Nestled within the embrace of intricate filigree silver lay a small, unassuming white stone. Smooth to the touch, its surface glows softly with an otherworldly luminescence, reminiscent of moonlight caught within earthly confines. The silver weaved intricate patterns, each delicate curve and swirl tells a story of craftsmanship. It was tethered to leather and placed around Yu's neck.

"This will shield you from harm, as well as disguise you. As long as you wear it, only those who are truly ready to pass on will see you for who you truly are."

Yu's form twisted as a magical veil fell over them, they grew taller as their (s/c) skin faded into pale bone.

Tsar reached into his jacket and soon pulled out a lantern, crafted from polished brass, its old body is a testament to time's gentle caress. "I also gift you this lantern, for wherever you may be, this lantern will guide you to where you need to go."

"You have been tasked with guiding souls to rest," Tsar told them. "From now on, you will be known as Yu Grim, guardian of souls long passed."

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☆ Thousands of years later. ☆

The air hung heavy with sorrow as the young boy watched from a distance, his heart aching as he observed his mother's tear-streaked face as she leaned over his body, softly begging him to wake up.

Amidst the somber atmosphere, a figure approached beside him. Time around them seemed to stop.  Turning his head, the boy spots a young child cloaked in black standing beside him. "You..." The boy couldn't explain it, but somehow he just knew who they were.

"Are you... are you here for me?" the boy whispered.

Yu gives the boy a solemn nod. "Yes. It is time for you to depart from this realm and journey to the afterlife."

The boy glanced back at his mother, his heart-wrenching at the sight of her anguish. "But... can't I stay? She needs me. She's all alone now."

Yu's gaze softened, "I understand your desire to comfort her, but your time in the mortal world has ended. It is a part of the cycle of life."

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes as he struggled to accept the truth. "I don't want to leave her. I don't want her to hurt anymore."

With a gentle touch, Yu placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, their touch surprisingly warm considering they were a spirit themselves. "She will carry your memory in her heart, and though the pain may never fully fade, she will find solace in the love you shared."

As the boy turned to look at his mother one last time, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, mingled with the bittersweet knowledge that he would never again feel her embrace or hear her laughter.

Yu takes the boy's hand, lifting their lantern watching as the flame within it points them to their destination.

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I'm feeling sad, so you guys have to feel it too. This is a short chapter, but I promise much longer chapters in the future.

PS I'm purposely making the age vague, so Yu's real age is mostly on your perspective, just know that they died when they were young.

[brainrotcharacters]

about 11 years ago, I wrote my first crossover. it was rise of the brave tangled dragons. now look at me.

I'm never beating the villain fucker allegations

[phaticserpent]

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Rise of the Guardians (2012), Guardians of Childhood - William Joyce Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood)/Original Female Character(s), Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood)/Reader, Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood)/You Characters: Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood) Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Pitch Black Has Feelings (Guardians of Childhood), Pitch Black Needs a Hug (Guardians of Childhood), Pitch Black is Bad at Relationships (Guardians of Childhood), Pitch Black Is Bad At Feelings, Magic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst Summary:

You weren't even able to pitch your spell before it was interrupted by a mysterious person, and from then carried on a peculiar flow of events. Who knows, maybe everything was destined to be a strange string of fate.

COUGH COUGH, I need more content for him.....he’s so fine

[maluustrawberry]

I saw that you are accepting fic requests. Do you write about some DreamWork's characters too? I wanted to request a Pitch Black from the rise of the guardians.

And I wanted to say that I love your work, your fanfiction are very good and I love the way you manage to write the characters so well!!!😭❤️❤️❤️

“My Dear Cupid.”

(Pitch Black X Fem!Reader)

Synopsis: Pitch, better known as the boogeyman, ended up developing a new feeling that he had never felt in all his years, feeling for the new guardian who was your total opposite, for you the guardian of love, the cupid.

A/N: By great coincidence I was watching this film recently. Of course I'm going to write about Dreamworks characters too!! You can ask me, but it will take me a while to make some fanfiction because there are already a lot of requests in front. The next one will be Clopin Trouillefou and Hades from Hercules.

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He hadn't imagined that this could happen, no one had, least of all her, who he thought had deliberately made the enchantment so powerful that it affected the king of nightmares.

That flame and that heat disturbed him. Pitch had never felt that burning in all his millennia of life, but everything changed after his first encounter with the guardian of love, Cupid.

After a meeting of the guardians at the North Pole on the subject of the new guardian, The Man in the Moon determined that the new guardian should destroy Pitch and protect the children, along with the duty of bringing joy to them.

Knowing this information for himself, Pitch decided to face the chosen one personally, after all, a simple cupid couldn't do anything against him; or so he thought.

The blizzard and the intense cold dominated the place, but that didn't bother the bogeyman at all, because everyone knows that cold and fear combine perfectly with each other; leaving only agony and suffering. When he saw a silhouette in the middle of all that snow, he deduced that it might be you and sneaked up from behind to destroy you with just one blow from his scythe, and you wouldn't even know who hit you.

That's when he saw your face. The moment you sensed that you were being pursued, you quickly turned around and aimed your bow and arrow, surprising him and leaving him static in that position holding his scythe.

The two of you stood in silence, staring deeply into each other's eyes. Pitch seemed awestruck by your appearance, not imagining that you looked so angelic and delicate. Seeing you pointing your arrow and looking deeply at him, while the snow from the blizzard stuck to your hair, was a sight worthy of a painting.

It was hard to say what kind of look he was looking at and where the flame that was coming from him was coming from. Pitch wasn't as expressive, but his gaze showed that he had never been as perplexed as he was at that moment; it was one of admiration, and therefore full of disturbance and turmoil.

And you looked at him confused, but also wary. "Why doesn't he just attack me?" You asked yourself, and you couldn't attack him either, you were overcome with trembling and the cause of this was the intense cold. Before you could shoot your arrow, he quickly disappeared, using your shadow, to his advantage, which was close to him. That was so fast that a small gasp of fright escaped his lips. You lost sight of him, but looked around, still holding your arrow and bow tightly in case he appeared by surprise, but no, he was really gone.

That was your little encounter. After that day, his thoughts were dominated by you, appearing in such strong colors that this unknown feeling and the desire to tear you apart grew more and more. Your wings were so delicate, your neck so fragile and graceful that he wanted to squeeze and twist it using just one of his hands.

He removed all the hatred and evil from his heart and recognized that this hatred and evil was only love, which had become terrible things in the heart of the bogeyman, a poisonous, hateful and vicious love that seemed more like an obsession. In all these years it never occurred to him that the guardian of the nightmare, the terror of every child, could fall in love with such a fragile, angelic creature, the complete opposite of him, and therefore one of his enemies, but unfortunately it did.

That's when a thought came to him: you were a cupid, the guardian of love, and you made people fall in love with each other. Could that be? It had to be, there was a great possibility that you had put a spell on him. The fixed idea kept coming back and torturing him, he had to get rid of this doubt in his mind by going to you and putting an end to this agony once and for all.

*****

You were flying to your temple after several hours of work. Of course bringing couples together was your specialty, but you also worked on preserving the sympathy, innocence and gentleness of children, because love was related to all that too, and your work only worked with the power contained in the substances you put in your arrows.

On the way there, you sensed that something was wrong, and unfortunately your intuition was right. Your temple was being invaded by Pitch's "horses", but they quickly left as a figure, and when you looked a little further, you noticed that they were stealing your arrows and the vials containing the substances. This made you extremely worried because your arrows and those vials were your most important things, they were what made you the cupid and guardian.

When the last creature left your temple as fast as a shadow, you followed it trying to catch up with it as it flew, it was hard to keep up as the nightmare was fast, but you didn't give up for anything, you weren't so focused on catching up with the nightmare that you didn't even remember to call the other guardians to help you.

With that chase, the nightmare took you into a forest and disappeared among the trees, you landed and looked around. The place was totally dark and gray with a certain evil malice, as if there was no life, only melancholy, which made you immediately become defensive and walk among those trees and hold your bow and arrow.

You looked around for that smoky black creature as you entered the forest, until your ears caught the sound of a neigh and you knew it wasn't just any horse. The cupid ran quickly to where the sound was coming from and stopped at the sight of a broken, old bed in a deep hole, getting closer cautiously, a bad energy taking you over more and more and you were slightly startled to hear the neighing again, but this time inside that hole. You had no choice, had to get back what had been stolen from you. So you entered that deep, dark hole, using your wings to land gently without hurting yourself.

As you stepped into the room, you looked around. It was a poorly lit cave, the lights were just a few rays of sunlight that invaded the deep cavern, who knows how many meters you were underground, the cold dominated the place, but it was bearable. You managed to discover Pitch's hideout, but you also wondered whether you would make it out alive or sane. You gathered your courage and decided to explore the place while your guard was still up, but even so, your fear was palpable, and he loved it, little did you know that he savored your fear.

You stood out in that dark, gray place, with your angelic appearance, lively and so delicate, it was obvious that you shouldn't be there, that environment didn't suit you. The negative energy in that place was so strong that it gave you the creeps, and you also felt the sensation of being watched. You just wanted to take what was yours and leave.

As you walked around the place, you could see the large globe with the little lights on, and you came closer to look at it. You knew that each light was a child who believed in you, but how could he have that in his cave? Your thoughts were interrupted by a voice:

“Looking for something?”

When you looked back, you saw only his shadow on the wall and wasted no time in shooting your arrow, but the shadow quickly disappeared, slipping into one of the corridors of that cave and you followed him, but lost sight of him when you reached that dimly lit corridor:

“Put the arrow down, dear. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you.” His voice echoed around, in that calm tone of his that could put a child to sleep.

“Afraid? I'm not afraid of you.” You said, still holding your bow and arrow, looking around and turning quickly to look for any sign of him.

“Don't lie cupid, my specialty is understanding people's fears...” Then he stepped out of the shadows, standing in front of you with that smile on his face as he looked you up and down. “...just as you can understand love, but don't seem to understand when it comes from a certain person...”

The bogeyman walked quietly around you, and you couldn't take your eyes off him as aimed the arrow. Both of your hearts were beating fast at the presence of the other, but for different reasons, yours being of fear, but his being of love and eagerness to put his hands on you, if only for the slightest touch.

“Give me back what you stole from me.” You said commandingly. “You don't need my things.”

“Don't you see that I did this just to bring you to me?” He asked seriously and stopped walking.

“And what do you want from me?”

As you asked this, a small smile formed on his lips and he disappeared back into the darkness behind him. You quickly followed him and as you passed through the darkness you felt like you had been teleported to another corner of the cave. He was toying with you, you were desperate, feeling lost and wondering how you got there. You dropped your guard and felt the bow being quickly taken from your hands, one of his horses had picked it up and carried it away, now leaving you unarmed:

“I just need some answers on a specific matter that's been bothering me for days.” You heard his voice echoing again and his shadow walked around the corners of the wall as he explained. “I've never felt a feeling like this in all these years, I feel weak and anxious when it comes to you, but at the same time it's such a pleasant warmth and delicious anxiety when you're around.... Oh! My cupid... What have you done?”

He asked with a sigh. You were confused and stunned by this information, you knew exactly what he was describing and what that feeling was. He was in love with you? But how?...

“My spell doesn't work on myself, I can't make someone fall in love with me. I didn't even know you could fall in love...”

You said as you took slow steps backwards, suddenly you felt a presence at your back and a shiver ran through your body as you felt two icy hands on your shoulders and a whisper close to your ear:

“We seem to have discovered something together. So why would I, the bogeyman, be in love with you, such a delicate cupid who is the complete opposite of me?”

The sensation of the king of nightmares' icy touch on your warm skin brought a small thermal shock to both of them, his presence so close exuded a very strong negative energy, but at the same time transformed it into a pleasurable adrenaline and fear. His question made you quiet and also thoughtful:

“Did that leave you speechless, love?” he asked, speaking close to your ear while his hands rubbed your shoulders and squeezed them lightly, making him inhale deeply as he felt satisfied and relaxed at finally being able to feel you and satisfy his curiosity about what it was like to touch your soft skin.

“I don't know what to say... I can only say that we don't decide who we fall in love with, it's impossible to control the desires of the heart. And I can't undo that since it wasn't my spell, it was natural.”

“I confess I wanted you to undo that...” He explained as one of his hands left your shoulder and went to your waist, bringing you closer to him until your back and wings brushed against his chest. “It made me so weak, but I changed my mind when I realized how good this feeling was, but also how torturous... It's an almost addictive sensation, and so new.”

As he spoke close to your neck with the sensation of his lips almost touching your sensitive skin, your attention went to his hand, which was on your shoulder and slowly descending, tracing its way down your skin, to your elbow and arriving at your small and delicate hand. His long, slender fingers intertwined with yours, and the energy of that touch gave you a different sensation, of course there was no good energy coming from Pitch, but somehow you felt a warm, protective feeling, therefore of great danger and you felt the same anxiety.

Your gaze shifted from your entwined hands to his face, your heart softening as you saw the way he looked at you, revealing the deep burning desire in his eyes. For the first time you discovered that there was love in the eyes of the king of nightmares. But you were uncertain, he was your enemy, you couldn't trust the man who was as treacherous as a snake, and besides, what would your friends think of that? You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a small laugh from him:

“I don't understand love, but there's something that leads me to believe that we were meant for each other. It's evident from the mere contact of our hands.” He spoke in a calm, enveloping voice as he lightly squeezed your waist and caressed your hand. That's when you pulled away and faced him, and he felt an emptiness at that.

“I can't.” You said thoughtfully and with a hint of sadness, this couldn't happen, you were a guardian and you were supposed to protect the children from the bogeyman. Unfortunately he was right, however wrong it was, it seemed certain that you were soul mates. That smile wouldn't leave his face.

“You're afraid of giving yourself to me, afraid of finding out what the other guardians will think, afraid of disappointing them.” The taller man approached you and grabbed your chin, lifting your face, forcing you to face him once more. “Am I right, my cupid?”

“But my goal is to destroy you.”

Holding your chin firmly, he moved even closer, and you stared into the deep golden eyes that were fixed on your lips. That man's ability to bewitch you and influence you to give in was remarkable, and it was practically impossible to resist after so many looks, touches and closeness... He was bewitching you like a snake that grabs its prey so cautiously to strike next:

“You already destroy me completely just by your presence... Don't you see that I'm totally at your mercy, darling? You have me in the palm of your hand.”

Cupid, which was you, felt almost as if you were being seduced into opening Pandora's box, about to unlock the doors to dangerous territory with no turning back. It was slowly turning into a game of pride and hesitation. Their faces were so close that you could feel them both breathing, a chill went through his stomach and he felt his cheeks start to heat up. Before you could say anything, you were surprised by his kiss on your red lips, breaking the distance and forcing you to give in to your hidden desires. Your eyes widened in surprise at the bogeyman's audacity, but you returned the kiss after closing your eyes.

While you were kissing with such fervor, Pitch slid his hand around your waist, drawing you close to him, joining your bodies, while his other hand went up to the back of your neck, gently pulling your hair. This made you moan involuntarily during the kiss, at which point he took the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. Pitch held you so close to his body that he seemed to have waited years for this moment, he was desperate to feel you, your body, your lips and hear your sweet moans. You had never experienced a kiss like this, it was so needy, possessive and deep, you felt as if you were the only creature that mattered to him and his most valuable possession, and indeed, you were.

He interrupted the kiss, both of you panting, trying to catch your breath, you realized you were wrong that it was over when he started kissing your neck, distributing light bites and sucking on the sensitive, soft skin of the cupid, marking it like an animal marking territory. Your wings fluttered softly as you felt his cool fingers caressing them and his knee sliding between your legs, teasing you. Knowing he wanted to push the limits, you pushed him away from your neck, and your hands rested on his chest as your eyes met:

“That can't happen again...” He laughed when you said this and gradually let go of your arms and pulled away, feeling the flaming trail of your palm on his chest.

“Deny it all you want, I know you'll come back again and we'll have lots of dates like this, love.” The taller man removed the small lock of hair from your face. “You know where my hideout is, just visit me.”

That man knew very well how to manipulate someone, especially a creature as sentimental and romantic as you. He magically took your little bow and arrow from his back and handed it to you, and as soon as you took it you looked at him doubtfully:

“Until another day, my cupid.”

As he said this he snapped his fingers and suddenly you no longer felt the ground around your feet and you fell into that darkness, desperately trying to find a position to fly to, but as soon as you did you were teleported back to your temple, specifically into your bedroom and fell onto your bed. You were breathing heavily from the adrenaline and the unexpected fright, so you sat on the bed thinking about what had happened and running your hand through your hair.

Your enemy had just declared his feelings to you, given himself to you completely, and then kissed you and you gave in to that temptation. Taking a deep breath, you wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling empty for having stopped such bold caresses.

When you got out of bed, confused by your feelings, you wondered what your next meeting would be like, if it would be the same and if you should give in next time, or if there would be a next time. And as you looked in the mirror you also wondered how you were going to hide those marks on your neck from your guardian friends...

End...

[gretchensinister]

Daily Fic Highlight: Hummingbird

Today's winner of the kudos email is:

"Hummingbird" is the first fic I wrote in what would quickly become the Pitch/Sandy cannibalistic serial killer AU that is tagged on my blog as "Blood Red Blacksand." At this point, it's mostly a straightforward Silence of the Lambs AU, with Tooth as Clarice and Sandy as Hannibal Lecter. Tooth meets with Sandy in prison and tries to get information from him regarding the case she's working on. 4008 words, T, Gen.

This wasn't part of my prompt-filling project for Round 1 of the Rise of the Guardians Dreamwidth Kinkmeme, but it was a response to two serial killer-themed prompts in Round 2 and 3.

If I do say so myself, I really like how creepy I made Sandy in this one.

Sample:

Finally, she reaches the end of the hallway and the small folding chair she focused on during her walk. Taking a slightly deeper breath than the ones that preceded it, she turns to get her first look at Sanderson Mansnoozie. He is rising from his own chair, smiling graciously at her. He gestures, and after a moment of confusion, Tooth realizes he is offering her a seat. In the chair placed by one of the guards of his prison. She doesn’t sit down, and Mansnoozie remains standing. “Good morning,” he says, in a welcoming voice, as soothing as any lullaby. “Please, take a seat. You’ve walked quite a long way to get here.” “Dr. Mansnoozie,” Tooth begins, “I’m Agent Tooth, with the FBI. I understand you were informed I would be visiting you today.” “I was informed of a visit, certainly, but not that my guest would be a lovely young lady. I’m very sorry I cannot offer you a gathering with better company, but they gave me so little time to arrange things. May I inquire as to what has occasioned your call?” “I’m with Behavioral Science,” Tooth answers. “I’m part of a team working to track down a new serial killer who is active currently. There are aspects of the case that we felt would be useful to ask another—serial killer—about, hopefully in order to better understand this new killer’s motives.” She stumbles over calling Mansnoozie a serial killer. She’s studied his case intensively, but now, in front of him? There’s nothing about him that seems dangerous. In fact, he looks almost angelic. Cherubic. Short, plump, and rosy-cheeked despite the lack of sunshine down here, with shining blond hair doing its best to curl despite the short prison haircut. He gathers his lips in a moue of disappointment. “Alas! I was so hoping you were one of my admirers.” He glances fondly at one of the walls of his cell. Tooth can’t help but stare. It’s covered from floor to ceiling with layer upon layer of letters. “I only save the best ones, of course,” he says, turning back to her and smiling. He has a small gap between his front teeth.

[loveyou3000mylove]

Omgs!!!

Not me coming up with this masterpiece

Idea!!

Cronis broke a note tied to its talon and gave it to him.

Dear, Jack

I know, i just left, but it seems my uncle (Pitch) decided to pay me a visit, one far less then kind, come find me, Cronis(the crow) will help you.

Deadly, Yours

Krystal

*it looked like it was written rushed*

[m-musings]

HIII

im actually so excited omg i dont wanna sound mean actually the opposite but you write for a couple of pretty dead fandoms and im just so happy to see new writers for them.

can i request hcs for rotg (either jack frost, or bunnymund, or pitch, whoever you like. maybe the three of them??? idk go nuts show nuts) with a grim reaper reader? thanks! :D

Headcanons: Jack Frost, Pitch Black and E. Aster Bunnymund with Grim Reaper! Reader

A/N: anon I'm dying at go nuts show nuts, that's the funniest shit i've read in a while but anyways yeah, all 3 sounds good to me lmao. also, I wasn't sure if you wanted platonic or romantic so i just kept it on the friendly side, i hope that's okay!

NOTICE (7/10/24) : NO LONGER WRITING FOR ROTG

Word Count: 450 Warnings: mentions of death/ dead people

Jack:

Jack is a bit wary around you at first simply due to the nature of your job.

But once he sees just how gentle and kind you are with the souls you reap, he's back on board with getting to know you.

As he gets more comfortable with you, he'll definitely make fun of you like he does with the other guardians but he does it with love!

Jack will occasionally accompany you when you're reaping a younger soul. His presence seems to calm them down if they begin to panic, even if they sometimes can't see him.

If you ever get a break from reaping, he will invite you to participate in one of his famous snow day snowball fights as a way to forget about the sadness that sometimes comes with the responsibility of being a being of death.

He's still the excitable and reckless Jack Frost but when you're around, he's more mellowed out and - forgive the pun- chill to hang out with.

Pitch:

Pitch is intrigued by you from the start.

While he may control people's fears, it is a rare occasion for him to actually interact with one, let alone one as important as the personification of death itself.

He knows just how powerful a reaper can be so he is always sure to treat you with the respect you deserve.

The one time Pitch tried to convince you to join him against the Guardians, it ended with a scythe pointed at his neck and a stern scolding from you, so he doesn't bring that subject up around you anymore.

Pitch actually enjoys spending time with you though, he feels that your presence is much more tranquil and calm than that of the other spirits he knows.

He can be maniacal and full of himself but deep down he has a strange admiration for you and the job you do.

Bunnymund:

Bunny has known you for a long time and has come to highly regard you as an ally.

You two mesh well together, because without the deaths you take watch of, he wouldn't be able to help bring new bouts of life into the world.

He refuses to see any of the souls you may bring around The Warren though, it makes him kind of squeamish.

He will occasionally help you wrangle up a lost soul or two but it's very uncommon for him to be around during the actual reaping.

Bunnymund and you do spend the most time together just because your roles are so interconnected with one another (Guardians of Life and Death and all that).

All in all, You and Bunny are very close knit and have a great respect for one another.

[assortedvillainvault]

Can you write headcanons for Pitch black with a s/o that is the spirit of fear and quite literally made fear?

Squints Anon I could be wrong but isn’t that literally what Pitch is? Fear made manifest? I’m not very familiar with the books, having only watched the film, but I could have sworn that Pitch was fear itself unless my head cannons have bled over into canon.

I can only see him finding another fear spirit as a source of major contention.

A new fear spirit? Oh no no no no, he will not be replaced by some hapless, newfangled, moon chosen little usurper- and you can probably expect several genuine attempts at murder before any more romantic sparks start to fly.