morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

the deal

His palms lay on your back, pushing you further into his chest. Despite how long you'd been pressed into him, his skin still remained cool to the touch. His plush lips rest on your forehead, his even breath fanning across your nose.

Your nose brushed against his neck, and your cheek pushed into his shoulder. One arm around his back, the other resting on his chest. You'd been like this for hours, lying in bed and sharing the occasional kiss. Nights like these were rare but beautiful.

The peace was disturbed by the sound of pecking against the window. Jessamy.

Dream sighs, running one of his pale hands down your bare arm. It was scandalous, sleeping with a man while unmarried. You look down at the ring on your finger, silver with a black stone. A small smile found its way to your lips.

Soon enough, it won't be considered improper.

"I must go, duties call." His voice sent shivers down your spine.

"Where to this time?" Morpheus may not be human but he travels a lot for work. There's not a spot on this earth he hasn't seen.

"Berlin." He brings his hands up to your face, cradling it. "A rouge nightmare."

"Maybe one day I'll be able to join you on your adventures," you hum.

The corners of his lips turn up, his eyes seem brighter. "I cannot wait."

He runs his thumb across your lips, then leans in and places a soft kiss upon them.

"When will I see you next?" You ask, caressing his face with your hand.

He takes a moment to think about it. "I'll be back on Tuesday."

Tuesday, that's only two sleeps away.

He moves his hands from you and runs his hands down your arms as he steps back. Your fingers intertwine with his.

"I'll be waiting for you." You smile shyly up at him, give his hands a squeeze and then let go.

He returns your smile and turns away, making it a few steps before you speak up.

"Be careful, I can't have you dying on me." You say a tad louder, making sure he can hear it as he walks away.

"I always am, my love." He responds, looking back at you. "I'll always come home to you."

You smile to yourself as he leaves, closing the door behind him. The countdown to his return instantly starts and you begin planning what you can do. Perhaps a picnic in the park would be good, it is starting to get warm.

When Tuesday arrives, you have a basket prepared. You pack a range of cheeses, biscuits, sandwiches and even a few bananas, then wait at the door.

He never comes.

By the time Dream escapes his captures, it's been over 100 years. He cannot describe the pain in his heart. Captured, robbed, forced to watch Jessamy die and then trapped in a cage for decades.

The worst part? Knowing you are dead.

The love of his life, the person which kept him going every day and brought out the very best in him, is gone.

Dead.

He didn't even get to say goodbye.

Part of him angry with his sister, infuriated even. The other part knows that it is not her fault. This is the fault of falling for a mortal.

He works hard and eventually gains back all his materials. Yet, the pain doesn't fade. Every day, he thinks of you.

Did you wait for him?