morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

don't blame me

Morpheus, true to his word, will never refuse you – bar leaving him. That isn't to say he won't bargain with you in exchange for your affection. You want freedom to explore The Dreaming? Sit on lap for an hour every day. You want to visit your friends or your family through their dreams? Grant him a kiss. You want to visit the waking world for a day? Spend an entire day with him.

You are to address him as 'Husband' or 'My Love' at all times. He won't accept any other terms and if you don't want him pouty and sulky for days you will learn to oblige him.

He will never force you to lay with him against your will. He will be very tactile with you, of course, run his fingers through your hair, brush his thumb over your lips, pepper your shoulders with innocent kisses – but he will heed you without question as soon as you say 'No'.

You will never escape him. The sooner you realize that the sooner you'll see you are, in fact, the one with power over him. He will do anything to please you and gain your love again.

If you have yet to accept him, he will be extra possessive of you and any being he sees to be closer to you than him will be perceived as a threat to his position in your heart.

You learned this the hard way after visiting a friend through their dream and openly expressed how much you missed them. It wasn't particularly intimate or affectionate, but Morpheus had been most displeased.

"What more must I do to gain even a sliver of your affection?!" He roared then. You remember walking into the heart of his palace to see him sat at the bottom step of his throne, eyes shining with resentment and his lips pursed petulantly. "I have disappointed you, I admit, in keeping you here but what can the waking world give you that I cannot?"

You stared at him in disbelief. Disappointed? Does he truly think you are merely disappointed? "You know what will make me happy."

Rising to his full height to tower over your from, Dream of the Endless hardens his countenance as well as his heart in the face of his love, "Freedom? You think freedom will make you happy?" You hated the clear mockery in his voice as though you were asking for the impossible. "Very well then, my love."  That should have been the first red flag. Morpheus has never once relented when it came to the subject of your freedom. He bends down to plant an open-mouthed kiss on the top of your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. 

The King of Dreams then moved his open palm close to his mouth. He merely returned your look of confusion with a small smile before he exhaled a deep breath, sending a flurry of sand your way. The last thing you heard was "I exist only to serve you."

Then... freedom. You remembered waking up in your bed, in your room, in your flat. It was bliss. Things were as you left them. You had your friends and your family. At first you feared Morpheus would make himself known to you again and rob you of the joy mundane life brought you. But he never came. Not even in your dreams. That should have been the second red flag.

Things remained the same for a long time – until it wasn't. It started with little things, like your friends having dreams of you being unkind or inconsiderate. Silly things like that. At the beginning they would share it with you, and you'd all laugh about it. But the dreams would persist, later extending to you being violent to them. Then they'd wake up with physical evidence. What if they weren't just dreams? They'd all wonder to themselves.

It wasn't much different for your family – only their dreams would be memories of you. At first, they'd recognize the little changes made in the dream, but they'd experience it each night that eventually it would subconsciously replace their memory and perception of you.

Like that time you went swimming with your cousins when you were all teenagers and one of them almost drown through no fault of yours. Well, now it was your fault.

Or that time your grandmother fell down the stairs and you were definitely at work when it occurred. Well, someone recalled seeing you at the top of the stairs, looking down in delight.

In time your family and friends would slowly turn against you no matter how many times you would try to refute their claims. No, you did not try to seduce your sister's fiancée. No, you did not hit your nephew. No, you did not kill the neighbour's cat.

You felt everyone's stares and heard their whispers, in your hometown; at work; in your building. You felt the weight of their judgement.

"I didn't do it! I didn't do any of it!" But the more you insisted the more it sounded like the ramblings of a mad woman. "You have to believe me!" They didn't believe you.

Your family later institutionalised you, thinking it for the best. Poor Y/N. What happened to her? They'd gossip amongst themselves.

It was when you were sitting in the middle of a padded room with a straight jack forced upon you, a punishment for your misbehaviour, that you finally called out to Morpheus. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"

"Oh, my beloved wife" you heard him say not long after, voice far too sweet to be genuine but  you didn't even care to notice in your grief, "What have they done to you, my sweet" you'd feel a ghost of a hand brush down your cheek, "The Dreaming weeps for its Queen, as do I. Mortals do not deserve you."

"Please, Morpheus, I want... to go home."

You thought you heard him purr, but Morpheus had yet to show himself. "Is that truly what you want, my love? I do not want to deprive of you of your...freedom."

"I was wrong." You could only continue to sob, so utterly betrayed, "I-I thought they cared...I thought they loved me."

He materialized in front of you then in a swirl of sand, clad in his glorious robes of black, "Oh, but none could love you as much as I." He bent down to cup your face in both hands, "Let me worship you, my Queen, as you rightly deserve."