Her Guardian || Demon! Dream Sans x Reader

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(Y/n) walked with Dream back into the living room, glancing up at her Guardian. "[Who should I summon?]"

His mind ran through the options as he considered the question. "[Nightmare and his minions as well as Fell are all controlled by Waylon. I have not seen Mafia in substantial time nor G. Slash would be more than willing to help—the young one's ability might be exactly what we need, and I trust him not to get hurt. Fresh...he would not take this seriously, and I do not trust your life in such careless hands. I do not wish to pull in any demon that does not have the power to fight off our much greater foe, so who does that leave?]" His mind went silent. "[Outer, perhaps? He would not annoy Error, at the very least, and we could use his take on the situation.]"

"Slash and Outer?" (Y/n) echoed, and the Guardian nodded.

"They are Renegades but their souls are pure." Even the way he spoke about his fellow demons seemed kingly and composed, like despite their lower ranking, they were equally deserving of respect. Error might've been right when he said the Stars stuck with optimism to the point of denial—even if the Renegades were skilled, they were still a much lower rank than even the Archdemons, and simply viewing them in a positive light didn't change that fact. But Dream knew what he was doing, so even if realistically she knew better than to optimistically believe it would all work out, she trusted him.

"[So you do trust me,]" Dream thought, a soft smile decorating his handsome face.

(Y/n) let out an embarrassed scoff. "I'm just trusting your judgment since this isn't exactly my area of expertise."

Dream released a soft chuckle. "I am glad you trust me, bellator." She could feel the meaning behind his words, and she awkwardly looked down.

"[Do you trust me?]"

He was silent as he gazed down at her, his thoughts confused. "Why would I not?"

"Because I'm a murderer."

"You killed because you had to in order to survive." His words were equal parts kind and calm, like he was talking from hundreds of years of experience. "I killed Waylon's men to save your life, yet you do not think less of me because of it."

"Because that's a black and white situation and what you did was heroic. If you didn't kill them, they would've killed us." She kept her gaze down on the summoning circle as she heard him sigh.

"What happened, (Y/n)?" It was a simple question, but the answer was long and complicated and she hesitated to speak. Memories flashed through her mind's eye but she repressed them quickly. "[Repressing them is unhealthy.]"

"[I don't want to break down crying again.]" Especially not with everyone else in the house able to walk in on their conversation at any time.

"[But you will tell me, will you not?]"

She let his thoughts lay unanswered for a moment, then she relented. "[There's no story to tell. It was either Dance or some demon I didn't even know. The choice was obvious.]"

He actually took a step back in surprise. "It was a demon?"

Her eyes nervously darted up to him before sweeping the empty room. "[Quiet please, Dream! I don't need the others worrying about that.]" She highly doubted they'd feel threatened by her, but she didn't want the unnecessary tension making things harder than they needed to be.

"[How did it happen?]" her Guardian gently prodded, his gaze soft and warm on her as his aura calmed her anxieties.

"[All I did was stab it in the back while it was over Dance.]" Her thoughts were quieter than normal, hesitant to reveal more information but reassured by Dream's reaction and presence—like something about him made her feel safe enough to share when deep down she didn't want to. "[I just sort of panicked. I thought Dance was going to die if I didn't stop it, so I did what I had to do. But Dance was the one to, um, you know, so I guess that's why my soul looks pure when it's not.]"