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

13: The Apple Tree of Eden

  "Thanks for doing my hair.. Can we toast some marshmallows?" You asked, sitting on the edge of Lucifer's bed with your hair drying by the warm fires in the pits located in specific areas of their palace.

<Marshmallows? But where will you get those from?> Lucifer asked.

  "Oh, I grabbed some from the buffet at the hotel, they might be a lil squidged, they're in my jacket pocket." You pointed out and watched as your loving partner bent at the hips and plucked your jacket from the floor. 

<Oh wow, you were joke not... Well, yes, of course we may toast marshmallows. I will find us some skewers.> They handed you the handful of mashmallows although their hand was larger than yours so you had both hands full of the sweets.

Lucifer went out into the patio area where there were some dead flower sticks, they picked some and turned them over, giving them a sniff to make sure they weren't deadly poisonous. They shrugged then returned to the room to see you making a castle stack from the sweet, gooey treats. 

Lucifer let out a heavenly chuckle.

You looked up abruptly, a kind smile to your features but having ignored your castle of mallows, they tumbled down. A small fleck of sadness washed your features and Lucifer walked to you, hand of sticks pointed far away from you, other hand rubbing a gentle thumb over the bottom of your chin.

They helped your face to look up at them and they said, <It matters not, kingdoms may crumble but we will stand strong~ Now how about we fix ourselves a delectable, gooey snack, hmm?>

They showed you the sticks and said, <Worry not, I checked, they are not sticks of Maradona.> 

  "I thought... Maradona was papaya..." You said, challenging Lucifer's knowledge.

<I tempted Eve to eat the fruit, I think I know what fruit is which, darling.>

You tilted your head and said, "No, you're probably right but... I swear Maradona is a dwarf genome with fruit, edible to mankind and many animals..." 

<Hmm.. Well, I have not been wrong for a very long time, dear.> Lucifer levered.

  "Well, maybe it's time you were."

You realised you were fighting, it was sly and passive aggressive, but it was still a fight and all because of some sticks. How ridiculous.

Lucifer frowned, brow drawing downwards.

  "Anyway, it doesn't matter. Can I have one?" You asked after stating.

Lucifer broke out of their dry thoughts and a little too quickly jabbed one out to you. Unknowingly, it sliced your finger but you didn't react so they didn't notice. 

You knew it was because of your challenging, and maybe you deserved it, maybe Lucifer hadn't noticed what they'd done to you, but it perhaps would matter not as this was only a mere dream, right?

But... As all things seemed to be in this moment, a wrong doing caused another. And in your waking world blood slid down your finger and into the sheets of white and cream about your comatose body.

You easily slid the mallow onto the tip of the stick and suddenly you sprung up, jumping to be ever closer to your lover. Lucifer reeled their head back into their neck from instinct and blinked their eyes, awaiting your explanation.

You beamed a smile and said, "BELADONA!" 

Lucifer rose her brows and said, <Yes..?>

  "Not Maradona, you meant Beladona!" You said.