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scared (soft!dark!PP)

Author: giorno-plays-piano
Warnings: yandere, obsession, home invasion, stalking, slight allusion to dubcon

That night you were restless. You slept deeply, and yet he could feel you were seeing nightmares making you sweat, your funny pink pyjamas getting damp soon as you breathed heavier, tears rolling down your pillow. They weren't common, nights like this, and yet he didn't have the resolve to wake you up because he knew he would only horrify you further: a monster lurking in the shadows, he was the very same source of the nightmares, forcing people to scream when they heard or saw him moving beneath their beds, suffocating them with fear.

Despite his twisted nature, he didn't want to hurt you: his was there to guard you when you slept, your soul leaving your body to enter the world of dreams while he stayed there, in the world of humans, like a dog, watching you toss and turn in your bed as he made sure no one ever hurt you.

Oh, the memory of you discovering him was still painful: he remembered you scream and cry and plead him to leave you unharmed once you saw him beneath your bed for the first time. Of course, Peter could expect nothing else: he was a creature born in a complete darkness, made to hunt people, unearth their deepest fears and prey on them.

But not on you. Never on you.

Oh, he had been so in love it was ridiculous to even imagine a monster like him having feelings so strong for a human being. How could a creature of shadows harbor these feelings? How come the pure closeness to you was making him so happy Peter was nearly extatic?

It didn't matter to him. Even if you were crying when seeing him it no longer mattered: he would hide not to upset you further, but just being close to you to hear your breathing was enough for him to feel happy.

Oh, you were crying so hard at first, refusing to spend a mere second in your own bedroom, afraid to touch your bed or, worse, get down on your knees and look at the one who was hiding beneath it. Peter had never felt so disgusted with himself in his whole life: if human he loved so desperately detested him with all her heart, how could he possibly have a right to stay close to her, even if it was for her own safety?

He had been in utter despair until you started to grow accustomed to his presence, seeing he didn't want to hurt you but keep you safe instead. Watching you lay on your bed every night, he thought it didn't matter if you didn't love him as much as he had. Love wasn't about getting something, was it? It was about giving something while not asking for anything in return.

"P-peter?" your quiet voice made him still: he froze in his place, ready to cry because you called him by his name. "Are you there?"

As much as he wanted to climb your bed and embrace you, tying you up with his constantly changing arms and legs, enveloped in black fog, he stayed on his place, staring at the back of your bed and wishing you would call his name once more.

"Yes." His mumble was quiet; he tried sounding innocent to make you know he wasn't a creep watching you every second of your life but your protector, the one who was there to watch no man or creature dare to hurt you.

He heard your rugged breathing and a light whimper when you rubbed your eyes, tears still rolling down your cheeks.

"I had... a bad dream. A scary one."

Feeling guilty he couldn't make you see only the sweetest of dreams, he let out a soft sigh, wishing he could touch your arm and gently caress your hair, "I'm so sorry."

There was a silence for a couple of seconds, but then he heard you saying nervously as you stilled on your bed, "C-could you come, please?"

Come? Come where? Come to your bed? To lay down beside you?

Peter felt his head spinning.

"Of course." He tried his best not to sound too excited, but he couldn't be sure he did it right: everything seemed blurry when he climbed up your bed, taking his place right behind you, too scared to show you his face since he knew he could frighten you with his monstrous appearance, his skin ashy black.

He must be dreaming, he thought as you didn't say a word to him, staying in bed while just a couple of months ago you would be in the corner, holding your chair in a desperate attempt to protect yourself against a deadly creature that nearly drove you to insanity. Oh, you offered him the comfort of your own bed. You asked him to come close to you, seeking his protection for a nightmare that haunted you tonight.

"Could you hug me?"

Your voice was so quiet the words were barely audible, but he still heard them, unsure if it were true or he was just dreaming. You asked him to touch you. You really did, didn't you? You wanted to feel him embracing you.

Oh, it must be his dream.

Nervously moving closer, he pressed his lean body against your shivering back, enveloping you in a hug, warming you so you would stop shaking. Your body felt so soft, so nice, so human Peter was about to cry, nuzzling your hair.

"Does it feel a little better?" He asked, hoping he was doing everything right: it was his first time approaching a human in such a shameless manner.

What if you didn't like it? What if you would push him away now and refuse to let him ever touch you again? What if you were going to hate him because he was a shadow monster and he was disgusting to you?

"It's much better." Your raised your voice a little, and Peter felt you covering his hand with yours, your body slightly relaxing against his as you felt your nightmare leaving you, only a product of your own imagination.

Oh, it had been such a relief. The most horrifying thought that had ever come to him was that you would never let him approach you or talk to you, doing your best to get rid of him, a creature that wasn't meant to exist, but you did nothing like that. You acknowledged his existence. You grew accustomed to him. You even talked to him from time to time, and now you allowed him to touch you - more than that, you let him embrace you.

Truly, it was a miracle. He didn't know how you came to this, afraid it was him who drove you to desperation as you knew you would never get rid of him, but he hoped it wasn't that. He meant no harm. He wanted to love you, protect you, do anything he could to keep you feel safe. Surely, you finally understood that and asked for his protection?

Oh, he was so, so happy he was afraid he would explode any moment now.

"I love you." he whispered into your ear once he discovered you were snorring lightly, falling back into the world of dreams as he drove the nightmare away, making you feel safe in his arms. "I will always love you."