✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙸𝚗𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 | 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 | 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊𝚗

A hair falls from behind your ear, covering your eyes again. You blow it away, only for it to land in the same place the next second. You furrow your brow and blow harder this time, reading the book on your lap. The third time you hear a chuckle, feeling a shadow in front of you. Dream crouches down, finally moving that pesky hair from your view. His finger lines your chin lightly, "That seems much easier doesn't it?" You look up at the smiling man. You didn't see him smile often, he was the poutiest of his siblings.

"Dunno, I feel a bit lonely now without a distraction." You say, "Well then perhaps I can take that place." He sits beside you. "Are you sure you're up for this kind of job? It's pretty tough." You tease, "Oh, I might just have to reconsider then." "Aw- you were just getting the hang of it." You fall back onto the marble under you. "Out of all of the Dreaming- you choose to lay on the palace floor?" Dream watches you, "Of course." You turn the other way and close your eyes. His hands find their way to the back of your neck, playing with your hair.

You feel the floor turn to an irresistible silk, undoubtedly his bed. Dream was never one to sleep, but when he did- it was fit for a dream lord for sure. "I've seen countless humans change their hair color over the last thousand years, and yet your shade still seems to amaze me." His fingers tangle through your hair, eventually finding your scalp. He rubs circles gently, earning a hum from your throat. "It's always kind of been this way I think." You lean into his touch. "I have no doubts about that."

You had been pestering Dream. That was how you met, whether it was a flower on his throne, or dirt dragged in from Fiddlers Green or a paper mache of Mervin in the Library. There wasn't any ridding of you, you wouldn't wake up. At first, it irritated the god, then it intrigued him. He soon came to the conclusion you contracted sleepy sickness. But even he couldn't wake you, through his tens of attempts you still stood there, putting random flowers on his coat. Though Morpheous never wanted to admit it, he had grown fond of your chaos.

Of how you changed things, of how you saw things or saw him. It was like you were experiencing it for the first time, with this new wonder in your eyes, this dream you had. He had grown to love, he couldn't wake you, you were always there. Always reading a book in a strange spot or hanging upside down in the library's shelves. Though he never cracked your case, who you were.

When he had asked you before, for your name you had looked confused- before asking what he thought it was. He had said something along the lines of a thorn in his side, you had laughed- saying maybe that was your purpose. Something you said that day resided in him months later.
As mysterious as he was, he had no lasting idea of who you were, and as it seemed- you didn't either.

"Do you miss your life?" Dream asks, "That's new." You say, "I don't think so." He sighs, "Will you ever cease to confuse me?" You shrug lightly. "I hope not. I don't want you to get bored." He smiles, "I believe that is the one thing you may never do." "We'll see." His eyebrows furrow before tucking you in the covers, "You will." Dream whispers, before hugging your waist in the pleasant silence of his quarters.

"Someone is here." By the way, his head jolted up, you knew it was trouble. "Do not leave this room." Dream opens the door, "Do you understand me?" You look at the stern god, and for the first time- he looks scared. "Do you understand me?" He repeats. "Yes- fine." You spit out, only really to make him feel better. Whatever had arrived at the Dreaming's Doorstep, had scared him. So of course you sneak in the nooks and crannies you found across the castle to watch your unofficial mate.

"Light Bringer." Dream stands in front of his throne, clearly a power stance. To show what was his, even in front of the most powerful being in the universe. "Morpheus. You look well." Her hand traces the railing of the entrance. "In fact, I don't think I've seen you this close to a smile. Who do I have to destroy to wipe it off?" His eyes sharpened, "What is it you want Lucifer?" "So it is a who. Are they here?" "If you have no business with me, you may leave." "They are. How close? What closet did you hide them in?"

"This is my realm. I will not be threatened in it." Lucifer smiles, "Just bringing a gift." Her hand falls to her side, showing a wrapped box. "I do hope you will enjoy it." "Typically someone thanks another for a gift." Dream glares at the wrapped box. "I suppose I can just open it for you." The white-wrapped gift slowly unraveled, showing a dark shadowed center. The moment it touched the castle's falling dust it burst into a blackhole of teeth, claws, and eyes. "Good luck, Morpheus."

Mathew flies in immediately, "Boss- what's-" His wings were sucked by the dark current, pulling him to the void. "Matthew!" Dream raises his hands, trying to close the black in on itself. Even with his power, he'd have to focus on the task at hand, which would figure harder the moment you popped up. You grab Matthew and land on the marble below, though quickly slipping to the force in front of you. Your heels emit a light glow before digging into the ground. "Y/n! Leave! NOW! It is not safe here! I will not ask you again!"

You ignore his orders and rip off your sweater, bundling the squawking crow in it before throwing it around a pillar, "What is going on?!" He catches his breath. You glance back to the box, before letting go of the pillar. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" You slide down to the pooling vortex before a hand grabs you firmly. "ENOUGH!" Dream yells, no doubt the first time you had ever heard that. You look down at your dangling feet, you swing up and kick his hand away, falling straight down to the core of the void. Y/n shoves their hand in, and with a turn it all froze.

The jaws stopped slamming, and the claws stopped scratching- before all of the black beast was sucked to the black oil in your hands, That's when you heard the crack. You closed the box with your right hand. While your left was reconstructed, wires buzzing and metal ripped from its base. You couldn't wake because you were never awake. You were never truly conscious, not real. A tin can. For the first time in history, an AI was able to dream. It was never intended for a robot and a Dream to fall in love.