Everyone has a past and some do not have to be brought upon by teeth. No, some memories can be drawn up by a simple dream; or nightmare. Old fears can be dug up, and others cleansed. Still, Jack isn't sure how he got here or where exactly he is. Heck, who is this army guy, anyway? Looks a bit like Pitch. (Highly volatile experiment for author. Not Slash.)

Toothania couldn't forget the horror on Pitches face as he was being dragged away. Even as the weeks passed she worried about him until she finally ventures into his lair. Her fears were valid when she finds him bruised, battered, injured and unconscious by his own NightMares. Kind of Tooth/Pitch... Actually a more General Pitchiner centered fic:3

Sandman knew that time was running out. Oneshot /Spoiler Warning/

She is two and a half, and Jack can't stand to see her cry. It is the dead of winter, and the harvest this year is the worst he can remember. There is not food enough to go around, and though the adults bear it silently– though Jack, impressed with his own status as big brother, bears it silently– his sister is still too small to pretend.

Even the Guardians can't save every child. *Sandy Hook Elementary tribute*

There are many things that Pitch Black always knows: who he was in his first life is not one of them, but that is no business of ours anyway. A short character piece of sorts.

Bunnymund was NOT going soft. Oneshot

In the three centuries that Jack Frost had lived and breathed in Burgess, the Sandman had only made two personal visits. Oneshot /Spoiler Warning/

In which we witness Fear's decay. Winter's Night (Jack x Pitch)