Her Guardian || Demon! Dream Sans x Reader

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(Y/n) awoke to feel a hand on her head, fingers intertwined with her locks of (h/c) hair as her cheek rested on the bed. She slowly blinked open hazy (e/c) eyes to see she was sat on a small chair, her upper body resting on the bed next to Waylon. Waylon! Her eyes snapped wide open and she started to rise when she spotted the rich man's slow, even breaths, his eyes closed and face relaxed as he slept. He was still alive, still breathing, and there was more color to his cheeks than before. He was alright.

(Y/n) slumped back onto the bed tiredly, her eyes wanting to close once more. She'd never run out of magic like that, and it was taxing on both her magic stamina and her energy—no wonder she passed out almost instantly. But her hard work paid off, and while Waylon wasn't completely healed, she had saved his life. The thought brought a warm smile to her tired face, and she relaxed more proudly on the bed.

A quick glance around the room told her the other demons weren't there, leaving her and Waylon alone to sleep off the drama of the day, and with the lights out, moonlight slipping in through the window cast an ethereal glow on the bedroom. The moon was full and the stars were bright, lighting the bed on which she partially laid, and she shifted her chair closer so she could rest her upper half more comfortably on the covers.

The hand in her hair shifted, and she realized it was Waylon's hand. The gesture almost seemed affectionate, like a dad playfully rubbing his daughter's head, but he'd forgotten to take his hand away before he fell asleep so she woke up to it. Or perhaps he'd left his hand on her intentionally—though for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why.

Her adjusting must've been enough to stir Waylon into wakefulness because he let out a quiet groan as his eyes opened, adjusting to the minimal lighting before they fell to (Y/n). She swore she saw a tired smile lift his lips before he realized she was awake and he tilted his head, the smile disappearing. "Ms. (L/n)?" His voice was deeper than normal after just waking up, and she smiled up at him nervously as she lifted her head. He carefully pulled his hand from her hair, flexing his fingers before letting his arm fall to his side.

"Are you feeling alright?" (Y/n) asked quietly. His right hand moved to hover over his wound, his pointer and middle finger lightly touching the gauze before raising them to his face. His fingertips were red.

"I've been better," he replied briskly, letting his hand rest comfortably on his bare abdomen. The dim moonlight made his skin glow softly, and for a man of his age, his physique was remarkably toned. His musculature was subtle but defined, and with every breath, the minimal lighting cast shadows across the muscles of his chest. He really was a handsome devil.

"Does it hurt?" (Y/n) shuffled closer to run her hands across the gauze. It was still snug to his chest, and the blood had seeped through the white fabric, staining it. She'd slept so she could continue healing him—though she only slept for a couple hours at most, it might be enough to fix what she could and let his body heal itself.

"Of course it does," Waylon muttered tiredly, bringing his left hand up to rest on his forehead. It was slick with sweat, and the realization that it still hurt him so much made her heart go out to him. She searched for the alcohol then topped off the glass beside it on the nightstand and handed it to him. His neck stretched as he lifted his head to meet the lip of the glass, the alcohol sliding down his throat as his Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a satisfied sound from deep within his chest. His icy blue eyes had thawed to a calm ocean blue, his handsome face turned to watch as she placed her bloody hands over his wound in preparation for finishing this. She really needed to wash up when she was done.

"Are you ready?" (Y/n) asked, shifting her weight on her feet so she wasn't completely sprawled over him. He was laying in the middle of the bed so she had to reach to put her hands on the opposite side of his chest where his wound was.