Sans AU One-Shots

Shattered Dream || writer.

For my Dream story (Her Guardian), I heavily debated making Dream meet the same fate as in my Nightmare story (His Summoner), and while the choice is still up in the air on whether or not Shattered will be making an appearance, I wanted to write this.

Pairing: Demon! Shattered Dream Sans x Summoner! Female Reader
Prompt: What if (Y/n) wrote Her Guardian? In which the events of the book actually happened, and now she's trapped with the reminder of a lover now lost.
Type: angsty af, realistic ('canon' Shattered), ranty, hopeful(?) ending
Length: 5k words
Background: Reading Her Guardian will help, as always. Shattered and Dream will be referred to as two different people for the sake of simplicity. Demons can't lie, but since Shattered is technically the corruption, I changed it so he can lie due to him not truly being a demon (just for this one-shot tho).
Notes: It's left ambiguous at the end for you to decide whether Shattered genuinely cares for you or only sees you as a means to an end (i.e. a positivity battery, his own little plaything, whatever). Is he capable of being anything other than evil? In canon, I don't think so, and this one-shot was fueled by that belief. Him and Nightmare are pure evil - that's why they're villains - but some part of me refuses to believe that's all they could ever be. Is it naïve to believe everybody can change? Maybe. Even more so to believe either Shattered or Nightmare could be good? Most likely. But I think Dream would agree with me that everybody deserves at least a second chance to try to be better than what they are. 

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(Y/n) wandered through the quiet house, the silence reassuring in a way it hadn't been lately. As she walked through the halls of her home, she saw past versions of herself interacting with the Star Sanses, Slash, Outer, and Error. Her memories were so vivid in her mind's eye she swore they were real. She watched her dancing with Swap, scheming with Error, stargazing with Outer, drawing with Ink, gaming with Slash, and Dream - the love of her life, her mate - looking at her with pure love in his golden eyelights as they slow danced together in the living room. Dream reached out to cup her cheeks in his hands, hesitating to kiss her, as she went up on her toes to try to reach him. And despite knowing it was a memory, (Y/n) wished her mind would let the memory change, let her own bias on the situation change what really happened - but she knew exactly how that slow dance ended.

So she turned away, letting the memory disappear into the recesses of her mind until she started reminiscing once more like clockwork. A song suddenly played throughout the house, making her jump in surprise before whirling towards the player resting on the mantle above the fireplace. It was sat next to two urns, and at the reminder of what she'd lost, her eyes misted and she raced over to stop the player. It had been randomly starting all on its own and she could never figure out why.

The music player turned off as she flicked the switch, but she swore the music kept playing. She turned in place to see her and Dance dancing in front of the fireplace, the music driving them to move to the beat, and they were perfectly in sync as they took the floor. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes as she saw Dad in his favorite armchair watching the two of them and cheering them on. He tapped his foot to the beat as he smiled up at them, the happiness in the air nearly suffocating. It was perfect that night. Nothing was amiss. If only it stayed that way...

The music faded from (Y/n)'s ears as the memory faded to black and she was alone once more. Tears plopped to the floor and she quickly wiped them away, cursing her ability to remember the memories so vividly. All she did was reminisce, longing for the days long since past, and the progress Dream had made towards getting her to move on from what happened to Dance and Dad was all for nought. The house used to be alive with all her demons, but she was alone once more and the silence was deafening. She knew it was in the cards to send them back to their home in the Underverse - she'd known from the beginning that that was their final destination - but somewhere along the way she'd convinced herself they'd never leave her. Of course she knew when exactly that switch happened, what the catalyst was to her being unable to let them go, but she kept trying to convince herself it wasn't that.