morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

remember me : smut

"I'm sorry."

It was the same repetitive drone - an annoying buzz in your ears.

Who were they sorry for?

You? Or Morpheus, your sweet Morpheus?

Morpheus had taken a trip to the Waking only to return broken - or at least broken to you. You were not sure how, why, or who did it, but Morpheus could not remember you. He could not remember any aspect, not any of the time spent together, not even your name.

Everyone - the entirety of the Waking and even a few of Dream's siblings - tried to help. They tried anything and everything to return his memories, but it all ended in failure. Now, you were left with pointless apologies, apology after apology each one grating on your nerves.

So, you hid.

Hiding from the pitiful stares, hiding from the insurmountable heartache, hiding from the one person who you cherished more than creation itself.

However, you couldn't - and shouldn't - hide forever. And before you worked up the courage, your feet had already carried you to him, carried you home. You knocked on the bedroom door, knocked on your own bedroom door.

A voice, so soothing and resounding, spoke from the other side. "You may enter."

You opened the door, peeking your head in.

Morpheus sat perfectly straight on the edge of the vast bed draped in his signature midnight color. His eyes, those beautiful twinkling blue, stared off emotionless as he retreated deep within his thoughts searching through his shattered memories. His hands clasped together, yet he mindlessly twisted a ring - a ring he cannot recall giving nor receiving, a matching ring you wore on your hand.

His eyes slid over to you, blank and reserved.

Eyes of a forgotten life.

He stopped fidgeting with his hands, and placed them in his lap. He nodded, respectfully. "Hello."

"Hi." You hovered by the door. "Is it okay if I come in?"

"This is your place, just as it is mine so please do not feel you cannot enter because of my sake."

You nodded, closing the door behind you. You shuffled over, and plopped down on the bed with a sizable space between the two of you. Swallowing down the pain, you whispered. "Did any of it help? Being in here? Seeing our life together?"

Morpheus paused, then solemnly shook his head. "I am truly sorry, but I cannot recall you nor our life together."

Your throat constricted. You blinked back a few tears and nodded, turning away from him.

"I wish I could." He confessed in a soft voice. His attention was back on the ring. "I cannot remember anything, but it does pain me to see such a sullen look on your face" - his eyes flickered over, connecting with yours "- and if such feelings reside in me then maybe not all hope is lost."

You blinked.

And surprisingly, you laughed. A short bubble of laughter.

"What?" His eyebrows furrowed together.

"You," you smiled softly at him, "you are still my Dream; still hopeful despite it all."

His eyes widened slightly, taken back by your statement. Yet, his shock vanished, giving way to a kind, gentle smile. A loving smile only you ever saw. "I am beginning to see why you are part of my life."

You laughed again, a true loud laugh filled with joy and hope.

Oh, it was like an old melody to Morpheus. One he had rediscovered after centuries, and nearly lost to time. His heart skipped - a quick flutter. He truly loved such thrilling feelings - feelings that he deeply missed, feelings that apparently came true again with you.