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weathered down by pouring rain, my soul is yours to own.

Lucifer kissed his cherry tinted lips softly, once, twice, then flapped her dark wings graciously to cover their bare bodies. Letting her new king rest his pounding head on her warm chest, all while Morpheus’ silent lament was drowned by this sweet lullaby she sang.

Dream of The Endless had never slept at all. Not until he was bound in Hell, between Lucifer’s meticulous fingers on his skin and delightful smile.

LuciMorph/Dreamingstar.

Semi-canon to episode 4: “A Hope in Hell.”

(she/her pronouns for Lucifer just because I’m putting Gwendoline’s version of it here)

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Author’s note: Title taken from the lyrics of ‘can you feel the thunder’ by Animal Sun. Tumblr's new text editor makes me hurt, so sorry for the funky layout cuz I'm an oldie on this site.

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Standing in the middle of dreary, freezing land, Morpheus casted his gaze through the thick air filled with agony and cries from those damned souls making their depressing end. His feathery company cawed curiously beside him, cocking its head in surprise.

“They make you bring your own fire to Hell?”

At this point Matthew was getting used to the master's lack of response except a small shrug and unreadable gaze. But he is always full of questions, being a newly transformed raven with the same eagerness brought from his mortal years.

“And we’re not sneaking with them?”

“A king may not enter another monarch’s realm uninvited,” Morpheus elaborated. “There are rules, protocols which must be followed.”

Glimpse of his last visit many moons ago to Lucifer’s cold world teased him in his own memories. A formal dinner in which he was very welcomed, ironically a peaceful conversation between leaders of two upside down universes. Yes, in the words of humans, Morpheus used to be Lucifer Morningstar’s lovely acquaintance for some reason he wasn’t even entirely sure. They’re both powerful, ethereal, regal... put all otherworldly adjectives in one scroll and there you go. But if you ask any kind of certain explanation for Lightbringer’s secret habit lending a particular Endless a help on several occasions, Morpheus has no answer yet. Maybe she did enjoy his company because of their nature—after all, dark and light can coexist within certain boundaries.

He surely didn’t need to tell Matthew about it all now if he didn't want to, though.

And no, Morpheus definitely wouldn’t say anything about their little dances after episodes of persuasion. Inside Lucifer’s comfort space far from ashes and thunder, praises and demands were shared in smooth rhythm, alongside with soft touches on the places he likes the most. The Lightbringer loves boasting, showing off her ego, and so did he. They both devoured each other’s tainted innocence, killing their loneliness until the moment he was needed back in his own place.

Morpheus decided to keep that past aside to deal with later, after they were out safely and getting the helm.

Or, would they?

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The Dream Lord usually had no doubt for everything he said and did. Never gives in easily to situations he’s faced at, emotions concealed behind the galaxy and stars swarming inside his irises. He is certain of his mission and function. But then again, he stood here, challenging the creature who once was the most beautiful, wisest, and most powerful of all God’s angels. Especially when his helmet was at the stake, alongside his role as sole curator of all dreams and nightmares.

One curvy, mocking line made its way to Lucifer Morningstar’s lips.

“Apologies Dream, but the laws of Hell demand that I become his champion. But if you would not fight me—”

“I have accepted the terms.”

His situation was different now. Morpheus became weak, he lost his previous beloved raven, lost everything considered precious to his existence, and abruptly stripped off of his power. It was an insult to be captured by mere mortals, but instead Lucifer seemed gleeful about that. Morpheus quickly guessed because then she would have more reasons to keep offering him an alliance with Hell while he’s not in his best state.

Somehow, he could still find a small sliver of their connection in every move Lucifer took. Could it be simply because she had something fun to do now? Or maybe she kept wanting to prove her power over him? Either way, despite getting protests as usual, Morpheus had forcibly sent Matthew back to the Dreaming for precaution. He didn’t need another downfall caused by his absence.

“Let the challenge begin.”

At that very second, the Oneiromancer had no idea how he just signed for his own death warrant.

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“You turned out to be as filthy as I am.”

“I never said I was a divine creature like you used to be, Samael.”

Lucifer scoffed at that old nickname, skinny fingers danced inside the strands of his obsidian hair. Her other hand kept holding his shoulder gently. For a moment Morpheus got lost again inside the reflection of himself on those glassy, bright orbs. He had to admit how he liked the way Lucifer's body warmed him up, in contrast to the dark and cold interior of everything around them. This is so out of character, the Dream King thought, eyes half closed. But Morpheus would question the exact same thing to himself, for finally answering ‘yes’ tonight after years regularly spending his time during Lucifer’s fancy supper, being bribed with glasses of fine wine and sweet nothings on the dinner table as Lucifer practically presented herself in ways he never imagined before.

“You are allowed to get more of it now and then, if you were here ,” Lucifer said in a hushed tone. She was now stroking his cheek with such care to the point Morpheus unconsciously leaned to it. “I gave you a rare proposal which would free yourself. Furthermore, I would grant you the privilege to rule it all together with me. Oh sweet Dream, you’re just too stubborn.”

“You know my feelings on that subject.”

The Morningstar chuckled, “Feelings change. Especially look at where you are now. No one shall hear how the King of Dreams and Nightmare spent his evening with a corrupted angel. Unbelieveable.”

“I am still here only because we had unresolved business for our own,” Morpheus replied nonchalantly. He removed Lucifer’s hand from his cheek, but she stopped it faster, gripping his wrist firmly.

“You were alone, Dream. Just like me. But you surrendered your power for a moment because of this mundane affair. What would you say to your creations and kingdom if they found out how much you begged my praises and affection?”

Lucifer did not wait for an answer. She sealed his words in the thousandth kiss, slightly biting Morpheus’ already swollen lips, while the surge of power from her physical manifestation flowed back throughout his neurons.

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Breath was completely sucked out from his system. Morpheus lay on the floor, trembling, twitching uncontrollably. Lucifer's voice sounded like a muted buzz in his ringing ears.He couldn't even form any coherent thoughts to encounter the previous sentence she spat out.

"Still with us, Dream?"

How tragic to see the majestic creature he always respectfully called as Lightbringer now brought the dark at the end of everything upon himself. Embodied herself as anti-life. Her smirk revealed a genuine satisfaction to see Morpheus being powerless once more under her feet. Lucifer loved that helpless face with no more hope inside. She could easily bring those matters back later anyway, when they got out here and he was all for her plaything. Choronzon was allowed to keep the helm, but no, Morpheus would be her own property, Lucifer's beloved consort.

"I…"

"I… am…"

Dream of the Endless grunted before completely blacking out.

He couldn't hear the crowd cheering for their ruler’s win. Neither would he know how eager Choronzon was to obtain back the Helm of State, leaving his fate with Lucifer and her loyal right hand. Morpheus didn’t even wake up when the fallen angel’s touch slowly reversed the effect he got from their battle, giving back blood flow and fresh air in an instant.

“Not surprising. You might need to rest longer here, Morpheus.”

“What would we do then with the Dream King, Your Majesty?” Mazikeen inquired.

Lucifer gracefully lifted Morpheus’ lithe form, wrapped him in the bundle of her robe’s sleeves. She shivered, being aware of how she secretly missed having his presence in the empty chamber where she rested. And with not much effort, the Devil always got what she always wanted.

“I would savor him all for myself,” Lucifer grinned. “After a long day, everybody deserves a good rest, isn’t it so?”

***

“Lucifer Morningstar. Thank you for hosting such a special dinner for me.”

“Remember what I offered you.”

Sitting on the edge of her bed, he decided to ignore her words and reached for his coat on the floor instead. Lucifer stood beside him, already in her red robe again, still smiling while she fixed his disheveled hair. She was treating him way too special and it’s getting too much.

But Morpheus simply looked up to the tall figure, “My answer would be the same.”

“We will see that, Morpheus.”

***

It was never just about their realms and power.

She craved him. Wanted Morpheus to kneel under her sovereignty, wanted to attach the piece of herself inside his essence. She claimed him entirely. After all, Morningstar was a big liar and you better not make any contract with the evil recklessly. Yet again, Morpheus unknowingly fell for another eternity with no escape. Maybe Lucifer was right, that he was lonely. Maybe he needs her more than he thought.

In fact, they were both loners in their cold throne.

He blinked once, twice. Adjusted himself in the dim environment and soft surface he knew too well.

“Welcome back, sweet Dream.”

Morpheus tried moving his limbs, but all he could do was to lift his head. He felt boneless, even when he regained his composure. The Endless tried opening his mouth to reply, only to hear a pathetic whine coming out from his pained throat.

“Careful! I haven’t fixed that part of you yet,” Lucifer whispered, staring at Morpheus’ brimming eyes. Her fingers slowly moved to the newly embedded burn mark on the right side of his neck. Two stars and some letters which would be meaningful for him later. “You'll be back in full condition soon. But now, my king deserves another sleep he never got in eons.”

Lucifer kissed his cherry tinted lips softly, once, twice, then flapped her dark wings graciously to cover their bare bodies. Taking her new king to rest his pounding head on her warm, glistening chest, all while Morpheus’ silent lament was drowned by this sweet lullaby she sang.

He felt his eyelids become heavy as he listened to each tune, somehow delved into nothingness just like mortals whose dreams and nightmares he used to keep in order. Dream of The Endless had never slept at all. Not until he was bound in Hell, between Lucifer’s meticulous hands and delightful smile.

***

you shake me to the core of reality

weathered down by pouring rain, my soul is yours to own

when i tried to leave, you’ve got another one up your sleeve

oh, don’t let me go

(can you feel the thunder? - Animal Sun)

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Can’t believe I forgot how much Sandman used to be one of my favorite things in my teenage era. It is so powerful now that I’m alive again from writer’s block. In all honesty as I started and finished this story, I was in a very bad situation at work I had to deal with again later on, and I felt my writing is as crap as I am, that's why I apologize in advance. As a person who already wrote for like 15 years (through different names and platforms), I rose from the dead only to bring shitty fanfic, I hate that, and I would accept any bad comments about it.

But there you go, I love this pair so I need to write down my idea of them.

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