✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚎𝚢 | 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 | 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊𝚗

Y/n lay in the long grass of Fiddler's Green, one hand grasping the other. A butterfly passed by. Their eyes follow their wings until it finally lands upon their face. Y/n avoids blinking, breathing, and even thinking- they don't want to scare the little thing away. The butterfly turned to the girl. Almost like it was a greeting, their mouth curved into a small smile.

An hour later, the sun met the horizon. And over a hundred butterflies fluttered around their body. It was a comfortable silence, but it felt like a buzzing afternoon party. Until two boots crunched the grass beneath it, Y/n leaned up, most of the insects following suit. They look up at the shadow looming over them. "Hello," Y/n said, reaching out a handful of butterflies to the Endless. One landed on his fingertips, adjusting its stance. "How long have you been here?" Dream asked, almost a smile on his face, at least one Y/n could see. "I'm with my friends. Can't you see? I think she likes you." He hums, before sitting beside them. The same butterfly remained on his palm.

Y/n watched the sun fade into Fiddler's green. "This is what you have spent today doing?" He asks, pretending as if he wasn't watching them half the day. "They are really nice. We were having a tea party- without tea." He watches the girl speak, the insects fluttering around them. "Do you think they would've liked tea?" Y/n turns to Dream, now eye to eye. "Perhaps. You may find out tomorrow." They notice the butterflies beginning to droop, some resting on their shoulders. "Will you come to our tea party then?" They ask, letting the insects fly off their form for the night. Dream's butterfly too fluttered away, ready for the night's envelope. "Of course." If anyone else had seen this conversation, they'd be shocked- Dream- the sulking brooding God of darkness- was playing along with this girl.

He didn't seem to mind their strange antics or sudden appearance in the dreaming months prior. Or the fact he had zero idea what they were. Dream knew y/n, he knew they loved striped clothing and untied shoelaces. Dream knew practically everything about the girl, besides- who they really were. Maybe he did mind it, it irritated him beyond belief he couldn't make sense of it all. A lost dreamer, one he was infatuated with. Every question he asked led to more from their mouth. He wanted to give the world to them, but what was it? The dreaming? A bag of roses? Or maybe him? If he gave himself to them, what would they do in turn?

"I'll give you the head of the table. And I'll sit next to you. And Mathew can sit in front of me." Y/n began, their mind focused on the little things. Their whole life all they've wanted to do was stop and smell the flowers, after seeing the galaxy's orchid. "Are you busy tonight?" They turn to him. Morpheus looks at the fluffy-haired girl, he'd cancel anything if it meant a sliver of anything with them. "I suppose not." Y/n didn't say anything for a moment, falling from their gaze. "Could you come with me?" This intrigued the Endless far more. There wasn't an inch in the Dreaming he hadn't seen, what was Y/n meaning when they said those words? Where was 'somewhere'? Just as he opened his mouth to speak they popped up.

With a hand out to the man. His eyes studied the ribbon around their wrists, a frequent observation for sure. Before taking it. "Do you promise to close your eyes?" The night was becoming darker as they walked, hand in hand. "Why.. May I ask?" They smiled lightly, that was the only answer he was going to get. "I promise." His eyes closed, letting the familiar darkness consume him. Their hand only tightened in his. Until the crunching grass below him changed. Instead, it was wet, water falling from the void above. "Don't worry, I brought an umbrella." He heard the snap of its pole, before feeling the water stop from above. "Where are we?" He asked, much more curious about how they had done this.

How did a dreamer do this? The dreaming was his domain to control, whether they were there anymore or not. The sound of rain hitting the green below filled the void of their lack of response. The two continued in the wet grass before finally making a stop. "May I open my eyes?" Dream asked, unsure he'd get an answer. The only reminder they were still in his arms was their hand, Gripping him. He heard the echoing of music, voices, weeps, and the folding of tissues. Dream could recognize these symptoms a mile away, he was at a funeral. But who's? When he met Y/n they had been alone, that was utterly clear. Though not anymore he wondered what was beyond their eyes, what had happened before he found them that day.