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

10: Only Love Can Hurt Like This...

Two years of stress and sorrow... They had almost given up hope. On a sprung desire to distract themselves, Mazikeen reported upon the lack of sinners entering Hell and they decided to take matters into their own hands... To cause a bit of good old fashioned, procrastination chaos in the human world.

So, Lucifer left their domain to enter the realm of the living and the sinning. All that brewed within their mind was thoughts of damning the manipulative and sinful at heart... No more thoughts of you, no more will they pine and whip their head around at any sound of their chamber doors opening, only to find Mazikeen or a lower demon of Hell.

Though, as fate would have it, Lucifer was mid seducing an especially sinful client before they caught sight of you running out of the door of this human establishment and into an open space with a grey fountain cloaked with age... But the fountain meant little to them when you, so radiant, so pretty... as elegant as ever, stood beside it, hunched and shaking.

Lucifer felt their heart squeeze in their rib cage.

They were not dreaming, this was you. Lucifer's darling angel, Y/N L/N.

And of course, like any love struck puppy, they stepped slowly but widely towards the door. Their eyes lingering on you, fixed and unmoving as their body moved on its own. Legs taking into a strong stride. 

The shouts of the client drained away with ease and Lucifer was wading through the crowd. They swung the door open and with a bright smile on their features, they called for your attention, they stared for a while, watching you go about your business... But Lucifer knew why your forearm was beneath the water and why you were shaking.

The arm they had fixed for you was of the land of the dead... and now that Lucifer had risen, your arm burned in their presence. Lucifer's features were enveloped by a sad smile and their power simply kissed the pain away, coming to you as magical water. 

And that's when you turned.

You turned to face them. To face Lucifer.

Finally, they thought.

But then the look you gave them... Lucifer did not understand, all they wanted was to spring head first, scoop you into them and kiss your worries away, to chase whoever intimidated you so much as to stand in such a confrontational stance as you were in... But then it dawned upon them, no one else was with them. 

Lucifer knew you were fearless, knew you were unique, knew you were innocent but that you were not afraid of these pedophiles, just disgusted - with good reason too. 

Lucifer.

They were the issure.

And they could not stand to see you so unhappy, intrigued but in fear. It held such grit to their heart that its coldness and its darkness crept back in and sealed the cracks where light of your shared love had once escaped from.

Lucifer asked you if you remembered them. But the simple shake of your head, not being verbal, not being so penetrative... not supposed to be harsh nor venemous... And yet, Lucifer's chest felt tight and their tearducts stung as if bees had attacked them with vigour and ruthless intent.
Their fingers twitched, trying to not close them into a fist of pain and sorrows. So, instead, Lucifer simply hid their emotion, they hid it with the most broken, saddest smile they could have mustered. And left.

They knew that to have you happy was their top priority, matter not whether Lucifer was the one by your side... Though, it would have been preferred. But if Lucifer was the problem, Lucifer knew how to deal with problems, so they got rid of themself.

Leaving through the same door they had entered was painful. To duck for the entrance mattered little, passing the Corinthian and knowingly sweeping through the angry, possessive glare of the Dream King meant nothing. It hardly even registered with them as Lucifer dragged themself flawlessly towards the corridor leading to the rooms.

They entered their room and locked the door with a subtle, simple click of the bolts. Lucifer was silent as they went to the bed. They stood in the centre of the room, head pointed with chin diagonal with their breasts and eyes stared aimlessly at the carpeted floor.

Lucifer flicked their fingers at a radio that was snugly settled into a cavity of the nearest nightstand and a station came on, playing Paloma Faith's - Only Love Can Hurt Like This.

All Lucifer could do was relate.

They lay into the bed, sighing as their emotions bubbled and boiled. But they closed their eyes to relax into the sound of the music and found a memory of you complementing their wings and asking to braid their hair.

Lucifer smiled softly.

Tears streaming down their cheeks.

Fuck wanting Heaven to be theirs... You, you were all Lucifer wanted and now, you didn't even recognise them.

<Only love can hurt like this.> Admitted Lucifer, saying it alongside the singing through the little speakers.

Lucifer closed their eyes to remember more beautiful details with you, plotting and scheming how they were to get you back... 

To get you away from Dream of the Endless and his cursed family.

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A/N

Also, this song slaps with this chapter: