(A Pitch Black x reader story)

(A/n)
You know what, just cause it's been stuck in my mind for the longest time. Mostly fluff tho.
Bella~🦋

((Y/n) Pov)

Everything was dark, just how I like it. I couldn't see anything but I could still sense something was near me. I feel as if eyes are watching me, but that doesn't bother me. I turn around quickly and spot two golden eyes staring back at me through the brush. I smirk and snap my fingers as a black horse starts to run at me. A sword appears in my hand and I swing it at the horse. It dissipates into black puff of sand.

I start running while laughing as tall dark figure is starting to chase me. The only way I could see it was because the moon appeared behind it. The light glowed around the figure making it's shadow stretch out longer. It started to gain on me and right when it was about to grab me i made a sudden stop, turned around and clapped my hands twice.

I shot up in my bed and start laughing maniacally. "That was the best nightmare I've made yet!" I whisper yell to myself as I remember it's the middle of the night and I have neighbors. All of a sudden I feel a presence in my bedroom that is not my own. I shot my head to left to see a familiar pair of eyes.

Golden eyes.

"Indeed it was my dear" the 'thing' said. It sounds male and...British? "Sorry, where are my manners?" The 'male' I assume said as he walked over (more like glided).

"My name is Pitch Black, but you may call me Pitch. And you're name is?" 'Pitch' said sticking an almost boney hand out to me, his skin is gray and he has long thin fingers. I took a hold of his hand and it was freezing cold to the touch. "(Y/n), (Y/n) (y/l/n)" I said cautiously, eying him suspiciously.

"No need to be so cautious my dear, I will not harm you." He said in an almost purr. I huffed as I let go of his hand and turned my head away from his direction. "And may I ask how a girl like you can control her dreams that well?" I scoffed "well may I ask what you are doing in my bedroom? And what do you mean a girl like me??" I questioned him while doing a awful impersonation of him.

He chuckled and I turned my head back quickly to look at him "what's so funny?" I almost growl "well my dear, it's just, you're absolutely adorable when you're mad" he said with a smirk.

This time I really did growl I shot out of my bed and stuck my finger in his face " you listen hear mister. You have no right to barge in my room and say whatever you'd like! And I don't even know you! And you most likely even watching me sleep which is even more creepy! And not even a good creepy! Wait a second... how did you know what I was dreaming about?" At this point I backed him up to the wall, he smirked again

"well my dear, it's my job to watch Dreams and make them into nightmares" he said while fixing his posture to stand straight. "Wait wait wait, you mean to tell me you are the boogeyman? Pfft! Hahaha this is too good! YOU! The boogeyman!" I said breaking down in laughter.

Pitch huffed "and why may I ask is that so funny to you?"

"I-It's just tha-that you don't look like how I imagined you'd look like" I said calming down while wiping an imaginary tear from my eye "well what exactly did you expect me to look like my dear?"

"Well I kinda expected you to be big and scary with lots of long sharp fangs and completely white, or red, piercing eyes and to be really tall menacing. Maybe some fur, kinda like a wild beast almost!" I said as I described him with a sadistic smile.

"Wait! I think I have a picture around here somewhere" I said as I rummaged through my drawing desk.

"AHA! Here it is!" I say with a proud smile as I hold up the drawing, he takes a hold of it inspecting the sadistic drawing I doodled in my free time.

He stared at me with his eyebrows raised an a amused look in his eyes, he smiled and leaned down to my eye level "well, I'm sorry to disappoint my dear" He handed the picture back to me, I take it and start making my way back to my desk, I look back over my shoulder at him "naw, it's okay. Anyway, what are you doing here?" I put the drawing back on my desk as I turn to completely face him, leaning my butt on the edge of the desk while my hands stabilize me.

"Well my dear, you seem to be my only believer" he said as he stood up straight still looking me in the eye "believer? Like I'm the only one who actually believes you exist?" I said cutting him off.

He looked at me with an expression I couldn't read. "Yes, and as I was saying" he said with an almost glare "you seem to be the last one that believes in me, so I came to see who it was, and... it was you" He said with a softer tone at the end while quickly looking away, he cleared his throat before continuing "and! I also came hear to get you before the guardians found you first so they wouldn't change your mind about me" I looked at him confused "what do you mean 'change my mind about you?' " I say as he turns his head away from me, I lean forward towards him trying to read his expressions more clearly.

"oh, nothing." He says waving a hand in dismissal "Anyway pack your bags we're leaving" He heads towards my bedroom door as I stand up straight in alarm. "Wait What!?!"

"Did I stutter?" He says stopping while slightly turning his head in my direction.

"N-no but I can't just leave with you! I have a fami-" he cut me off by scoffing and then laughed a little turning to almost face me completely "we both know you don't have one of those, so you better just hurry up and pack the essentials" I stood there in shock my mouth opening and closing like a fish. I had no words to retaliate and I think he knew that as well, he looked at me with a victorious smirk and turned back to the door.

Just before exiting the room though Pitch pauses and turned his head slightly back towards me again "oh, by the way darling" he paused, his smirk growing wider "you should close your mouth, it's looks like you're doing a terrible impression of a fish" and with that he disappeared through the doorframe.

I stomped over to my closet with a glare and I took out a few bags. I went to my dresser and put all my clothes in one bag and put anything else I needed or wanted in the other bags.

~~~*Time skip to whenever you were done (also your in the living room now)*~~~

I wiped my forehead with my sleeve and breathed out a sigh of relief "all done" I say a I throw myself onto the couch in exhaustion.

"about time too" I turned my head to see Pitch in the door way of the kitchen with... a cup of tea? Okay now, I know he has a British accent and everything but really? Tea? "Well I would have finished quicker if SOMEONE help me! And, tea? Really?" I say exasperated while flicking my hand towards the cup of, what looked to be, a freshly brewed cup of tea. "What's so wrong with tea?" He said with an almost accusing gaze/glare.

"Nothing, it's actually pret-YOU'RE AVOIDING THE QUESTION!!!" I shout halfway through realizing he was just trying to get out of doing any work. "No reason to yell dear" He said taking a sip of his tea with an almost hurt expression, which was obviously fake.

"sorry, but at lest help me carry my bags and DON'T call me dear!" I say as I point to the 5 bags laying on my couch while my other hand was pointing at him accusingly "fine" he said with a sigh and with the wave of his hand his tea disappeared and the bags were being lifted with black sand.

My eyes widened with wonder and curiosity I reached my hand out and touched the sand 'so soft!!!' I thought, Pitch looked at my curiousness and his face softened to a small smile. I looked up at him to see him staring off into space and I giggled. I walked up to him waving my hand in front of his face.

"Yoo-hoo anyone home?" Suddenly he snapped out of it and grabbed my wrist, he looked startled and angry for a second then his eyes widened realizing what he was doing. He let go of my wrist and turned toward the door. He walked a few steps then stopped and raised his hand to his mouth in a fist and cleared his throat "we should get going we're already late as it is" he tilted his head over his shoulder slightly so I could hear him better.

A small smile played on my lips as I shook my head slightly and Pitch opened the door and walked out, I trailed behind him as my bags followed.

'What did I get myself into?'