The Sandman x Reader - Neil Gaiman (Lucifer x you x Dream)

01: Mr Sandman, Bring Me a Dream~

  "I don't understand the point of this though... Why do I have to meet this guy again?" You asked your bestie, Death.<Becaaause you told me about a guy in your dreams right? Long black cloak, scruffy lookin' hair? Well, I found him!> "If it's that Gerald guy again, DUDE, HE IS NOT THE GUY-" You said, referring to a strange crooked guy who she mistook for your dream guy - it turned out he was a wanted pedophile.

Death giggled and swayed into your side cutely, <No, no... Not Gerald.>You gave her a look to make sure.<I mean it, really, it's not Gerald.> She reassured with a hearty but guilty chuckle following. "Thank God, NEVER again!" You state, eyes blown wide in emphasis.<Okay, okay. But seriously. I think you're gonna like him, really, he's such a cool guy-> "Why are you buttering him up, what? Is he your ex or something?" You ask without hesitation.<HAHAH. No.> She laughed obnoxiously then answered with heavy seriousness.

Death leapt around on the spot and held your arms, <Oh, I cannot wait to see your response!> "Well, we are only round the corner from the spot you said we'd be meeting him at-"<OH SO WE ARE! Come on, come on! You're walking too slow!> Death tugged on your sleeve and you rolled your eyes but smiled as you leaned into the sudden burst of energy she had managed to swell within you.

Not a second later and you were flung forward, thanks to the propultion of Death's grip slingshotting you round the corner and right into the chets of the man of whom you were s'posed to meet.

For the scarce moment you had with this man's chest against yours, you could already feel some sort of energy between you both. Like a ravenous beat that can only be played from the harp of lovers. But this was not love at first sight, of course not. Youndont bekeive in that sort of thing... Do you? No, it was normal to find the embracive touch of one stranger's body colliding with your own, some sort of touch you have not had the pleasure of experiencing in such a long time... The tender touch your hesitant hands and yet the deepening claw-like fingers of yoursdug ever deep into his cloth... but that was normal for someone who had just been flung at another! But it did not excuse the feeling of warmth in your chest or the buzz in your fingertips.

But as quickly as it had happened, as quickly had it ended.

<<Apologies. I did not see you there.>> The man said.

Him now being in your full view, you could see him as he was. And he was fuckin' fiiiiine as fuuuuc-

<I was right, wasn't I? This is no Gerald!> Death said excitedly, linking her arm through the loop of the man's but he moodily ripped his arm from hers. Death pouted.

You blinked twice then said, "You right, Dee.. He ain't no fuckin' Gerald."

The man brought his brows down a little from confusion. <<I believe I have missed something->>  "What like your fashion sense missed the colour section? Yeah well, that's okay, we've got a while yet until the next Pride month." You shrugged as Death chuckled at your joke.The man stared, unphased and unamused.

You smirk lightly and put out your hand for the man to take, he didn't. Death had to train his hand to yours. You shook his hand once and said, "Name's Y/N L/N. What's your name, Mr Dreamboat?" You teased with curiosity.

It was his turn to smirk. <<I go by many names. One of which you just used->> He smirked still, smug about his new taunt of a game.But you too liked to play. And every game you played, you found loopholes or cheated in languid, lazy performances. "Nice to meet you, Boat!" You smiled and shook his hand once more then slipped your hand from his, leaving him frozen from exasperation.<<That's not my->> "Name! That's not my name, they call me Tracy!~" You begin singing, cutting him off and confusing him greatly more.<Isn't she just BRILLIANT, little brother!?> Asked Death ecstatically.He gaped fish mouthed. <<She is a mere human mortal. The same as any other->>