Her Guardian || Demon! Dream Sans x Reader

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"Fell's a Demon Lord?" (Y/n) asked, nervously shuffling towards the frozen Guardian. They were probably safe now, but her hands were still rubbing her arms as if trying to warm herself, and Dream picked up on her anxiety instantly.

Dream straightened, making his swords disappear as he put on a soft smile for the girl. He could think about what Fell said later, right now he needed to focus on taking care of his summoner. "Yes, he is a Lord." Lords were right under Kings when it came to power level, with Archdemons nearly matching Lords in strength. Renegades and minions came after them on the power totem pole. For a Demon Lord, he sure put up a fight. Dream stepped toward her, looking her over quickly. "Are you alright? Unharmed?" (Y/n) flipped on the lamp before looking down at herself, spotting a small trickle of blood down the middle of her chest from the man's first blow. Her gown was torn as well, and she let out an annoyed huff as she pinched the fabric between her fingers. "Oh, um..." Her eyes lifted to see Dream awkwardly looking away, a golden hue to his cheekbones.

"What?" she asked, releasing the fabric in her hands. His eyelights flickered back to her body before he turned his back on her, quickly rooting through her wardrobe.

"I will find you something decent to wear," he mumbled, but it lacked the usual confidence of a King. (Y/n) watched him with confusion before finally realizing what he meant: she looked indecent. She was so caught up with the disappointment of her gown being ruined that she didn't even realize he could clearly see her boobs. Her own face heated up as she pulled the gown up to cover herself, thinking mental sorry's as she awkwardly waited for him to find something appropriate for her to wear.

"It is quite alright," Dream said kindly as he provided her a new outfit: a black t-shirt with golden summoning circles covering the front, and a black skirt with ruffled edges. His expression still seemed shy, but he was doing his best to keep his gaze up modestly. She took the clothes gratefully, and as he turned his back so she could change, she wondered why he became so flustered. Dance mentioned having a couple of partners back home, but with how Dream was acting, she almost wanted to assume he didn't have any experience.

"[I can hear your thoughts, (Y/n).]"

Her eyes widened and she quickly spoke. "Sorry! I'm just really curious, that's all!" This was so embarrassing; her face couldn't get any redder.

Dream faced her again, his own skeletal face as flushed as hers. "Perhaps I am not as good at hiding my inexperience as I thought." He chuckled, a clear attempt at remedying the situation as it spiraled. "But you are correct. I am sure you can guess I am from the old age of demons." At her blank look, he continued. "Did you not learn? I had assumed..." She shook her head. Anything relating to reproduction or romantic partners was strictly off limits, as her Dad said she could read it when she was older. She knew a lot when it came to demons, but at such intimate topics, not even Dance told her much. Dream shifted on his feet, his eyelights flickering around the room as if searching for a way to squash his flusteredness. "I am from the age of demons where we found partners for life—mates. I have not found my mate, so I am inexperienced when it comes to female anatomy." His gaze quickly ran up her body. "The newer demons do not worry about finding a lifelong partner as I do, they simply procreate so our species may continue."

"You don't know female anatomy at all?" (Y/n) frowned, glancing down at her body with thought. She wasn't exactly a charmer either so her heart automatically went out to him—especially since she never got the impression demons cared about each other specifically how Dream cared about others. It must be lonely to see everyone else around you getting multiple partners while you're still waiting on your one and only.

"Yes, well, I will find her one day," Dream said softly, his eyelights growing brighter at the thought.

"Well if you ever want to study up on female anatomy, let me know." Her smile was friendly, but at his slack jawed stare, it tapered off into awkward. "What?"