Hullo all! This is just a note to say there is a sequel to this and my other rise of the Guardians fic coming out. I haven't decided on a title yet, but it should be fun. There will be more mothering, more Pitch-love, more fluff. I am going to post a small snippet from it here to give y'all a sneak peak. :) You guys are all amazing, and have given these Fics so many favs! I love you all! And so y'all know: this story takes place ten years after Pitch's defeat in the movie. Aimie is now 18, though she's mentally older. That's what happens when you have vigilantes for parents. Aimie loves Pitch dearly. Enjoy the sneak peak!
Pitch Black only learned to hate from his defeat at the hands of the Guardians. However, he learned a lot when he met a girl. She never hated, something she learned from her mother. Something he learned from her mother was that today was the girl's birthday. It'd been ten years since he met her, and while he didn't visit often, when he did he always felt better. She was one of the very few people who could see him. He sat on a bench that faced that simple house, waiting until all the guests left the party. Her birthday was in early spring, which meant he didn't risk dealing with that pesky Jack Frost. After all the guests left, he glided into the house through his shadows. He tapped the girl's mother on the shoulder while the girl wasn't paying attention. The mother's face split into a wide smile and gestured for him to move to the dining room before the girl noticed. He did, feeling better than he had in a while. This family was among his few believers. Ten years ago, he met the mother and girl in the woods. That was right after the Guardians defeated him. The girl was only eight years old then, out camping with her mother. She'd taken her mother's advice of embracing fear literally, and hugged him and wouldn't let go. It was the first time someone had hugged him for as long as he could then, he'd visited the girl and her mother on a semi-regular basis. After all, time flowed differently for immortals than for mortals, even mortals as unusual as his friends. He'd come to discover that the girl's name was Aimie, a fitting name for her, and her mother was named Krystal. At first, the father, whose name was Clark, didn't believe in him, despite the fact that his wife and daughter did. Pitch bowed at Clark as he walked into the room. Clark smiled widely at him. The three adults had planned this surprise for Aimie, who had been told that Pitch wouldn't be able to visit for quite some time.