Her Guardian || Demon! Dream Sans x Reader

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I highly recommend reading the bonus chapter before this, as it adds a lot of context—even if you don't care for Dance. But if you don't care or want to keep your character's past shrouded in complete mystery, then go for it. 

When (Y/n) opened her eyes, Dream was still standing next to her as still as a statue and vigilant as a guard. He noticed her waking up and smiled warmly. "Good morning, summoner. How did you sleep?" She yawned tiredly and rolled out of bed, rubbing her eyes as she stood. With Dream next to her as she slept, she supposed it only made sense she would dream of the last day she saw her demon and father. The memory was a recurring one that occupied her mind more than she cared to admit, but to have it show up in a dream was just her mind's way of torturing her for her mistake. How stupid she had been then...

"I slept fine," (Y/n) said.

Dream felt her mood shift—though he could feel her pain even while she slept—and his eyelights glowed softer. "What did you dream of?" So he couldn't see her dreams.

Her eyes darted away. "Nothing important." Her mind started to conjure up an image of what she'd seen, but he was only able to get the beginnings of an older man and skeleton demon before she cleared her thoughts away. She was getting better at not letting him see into her mind. "We need to focus on what's actually important."

He knew she was referring to Waylon and the attacks they both knew were coming, but he couldn't help but ask, "Your mental well-being is not important?"

She paused. "Well, it is, I guess, but not right now. I need to focus on my physical well-being because, you know, I could die." Her partial smile was awkward as she turned to head out of the room.

Dream followed, his long gait making it easy to catch up and walk beside her as he gazed down at her. "Just because we need to prevent physical harm from coming to you does not mean we should ignore your mental health." His smile was almost playful. "We can multitask."

(Y/n) shook her head. "I can't multitask to save my life." A small almost laugh sound escaped her throat. "Literally." He chuckled, his eyelights taking on a fresh glow. Her sense of humor was odd but refreshing, and now that she wasn't walking on eggshells around him, he finally got to see more depth to her personality—and he rather liked what he saw.

The girl pulled out her phone and typed away on it as she walked, and Dream watched her with interest, the object in her hands likely some kind of human device he hadn't been acquainted with yet. When she got to the master bedroom, she paused at the bookshelf to finish something up before glancing at Dream. "What do you want for breakfast?"

He blinked. "Sorry?"

"I'm ordering food, and a delivery driver will bring it to the house once it's ready. Here, pick something." She handed the phone to him and pulled a book from the shelf, making the bookshelf slide away to reveal the vault. After processing her words like she'd just explained a foreign language to him, Dream studied the device with fascination, examining the food options and tapping away at the screen like an old man trying to understand the computers. After the vault slid open, (Y/n) checked over her shoulder to see Dream fumbling with her phone. Dance did the same thing. Dream's head shot up at the sudden influx of sadness as she stepped over to help him. "You can scroll like this." She slid her finger across the screen so the menu options scrolled up. "Just look for whatever sounds good and I'll buy it for you."

"Demons do not need to eat," Dream said, mild confusion slipping into his tone as he frowned at her. He didn't want to be an inconvenience. Food healed demons like food often did in a video game, and being maxed out meant they were at their strongest—though eating wasn't necessary, it felt necessary considering the situation they found themselves in.

(Y/n) shook her head. "You deserve it. 'Sides, I need you at max health just in case." Fell mentioned more powerful demons than himself in Waylon's arsenal—the name Nightmare came to mind, and the only demon more powerful than a Lord was a King. Even if Dream had an advantage against Fell since Fell was only a Demon Lord, a Demon King would make it a fair fight, and the number of demons on Waylon's side would automatically mean Dream was in big trouble. They needed more help. "I know demons hate being summoned, but if Waylon sends even 2 demons next time, we're going to be at a disadvantage." Even 2 Lords could stand up to a King, and though she had confidence in Dream's abilities, she still didn't want to chance her only means of protection being hurt. Dream felt (Y/n)'s discomfort as his own injured self flashed in her mind, like she was imagining what Waylon's demons would do to him, and she shifted nervously.

"Did you figure out what you wanted?" she asked, and he snapped out of his thoughts and looked back down at the phone.

"There are too many options," he huffed, though it sounded more embarrassed than frustrated. "Honestly, I will be happy with whatever food you provide me." He handed the phone back to her with a soft smile, and she studied him for a moment before putting something in her cart and ordering it.

"Alright, food will be here in a half hour." She slid the phone into the waistband of her skirt then riffled through the books in the vault library. "Pretty sure it snowed last night so any blood on the lawn should be covered." The carnage from yesterday should be hidden—hopefully—and she wasn't exactly in the mood to skip another meal.

"[What are you looking for?]" Dream watched her curiously, and she opened a book to flip through it.

"[I need to summon more demons.]" She didn't like forcing a demon to do anything—there was something fundamentally immoral about forcing a being to be your slave until you died, assuming you even let it go, even if it was a demon—but if she wanted to live, she'd need to get used to it.

"[Who were you going to summon?]"

She paused. "What do you mean 'who'?"

"Well I assumed you had certain demons in mind." The Guardian cocked his head. "Did you need recommendations?" She studied him strangely for a moment before stepping closer.

"Do you know some demons I could summon that would help us?" It would be a toss-up on who she summoned just like it was a toss-up to summon Dream of all the Demon Kings, so it would be rather taxing to keep summoning random demons until she found some that would work. There was no doubt she needed demonic help, and while she could guarantee the soul contract she formed with the demons she summoned would force them to help her, it wouldn't hurt to summon demons Dream knew personally and would voluntarily help. Demons hated being summoned and hated their summoners even more—with Dream being the exception, though she was still questioning why—so knowing specific demons to summon would speed this process along, and right now, that could be the difference between standing a chance and being murdered before her food even showed up.

Dream smiled confidently. "I know exactly who to summon."