morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

find me

Thousands of years ago, you made a vow to always stay by his side. You created an unbreakable bond and committed the rest of your existence to him. For so long, you'd lived with him happily. Safe and secure in the realm of the Dreaming.

And now, he was gone.

It had all happened so quickly. He'd gone to Berlin to finally put an end to The Corinthian's horror, it should've only taken a few hours. Hours turned into days, days into weeks and then eventually it had been months. Jessamy, his trust Raven, had not returned home either.

You'd tried to hold out for him, honestly. But every moment you spent in his decaying realm felt like a lifetime. The thousands of memories you'd made began to rot away with the rest of his kingdom. Even Lucienne's library had disappeared.

By the time 80 years had passed, there was still no word. You could bare it no longer; the pain was too great.

So, you left.

You made a new life for yourself in a tiny cottage in Cornwall. It wasn't much, nothing compared to the castle, but it was enough. Your heart ached for him every day but the pain was bearable now.

As usual, you pass the garden of white poppies to you collect the daily newspaper. The breath catches in your throat as you read the front headline.

Sleep Sickness Survivors Awaken.
This can only mean one thing. Morpheus, your soulmate, is free.

An uncontrollable smile spreads across your face, cracking the dry skin of your lips. After 105 years, he is back.

Then, there's a sinking in your chest.

He is back. But he is not here. Nor are you in the Dreaming.

As fast as your hope comes, anxiety blooms. Is he upset with you for abandoning your post? For not finding him? Does he even love you anymore?

You're unsure on what to do next. Travelling back to the Dreaming may be a bad idea, especially if he is not happy to see you. But waiting here, in your cottage, may further his anger.

The newspaper rips in half between your hands. You hadn't even noticed how taut you were holding it. Perhaps you should take some time to think your options over. It's been a century, surly a few more hours won't hurt.

It was decided. You'd wait a week to see if he came looking for you. After that, you would pursue him. The fear of his anger was great but nothing compared to the desire you had to see him again. You'd run your hands through his hair first, attempting to flatten the black bird's nest, and stare into his eyes. Then, you'd gladly accept your punishment.

A voice in your head told you he'd come to you. That he loves and misses you as much as you do him.

The voice was wrong.

You'd waited by your window for days, staring into the garden and hoping for him. Sometimes a leaf would rustle, and you thought you saw sand blow in the wind, but he never appeared. You became increasingly anxious as you sat.

On the seventh day, you finally stood. Enough was enough, you would postpone no more. He may not love you anymore but you still loved him. 38 thousand days was enough, you needed to see him now.

With your head held high, you travelled into the Dreaming. The gate stood high above you and small smile graced your lips. You've come home.

Muscle memory led you to the doors before his throne room. Your hand hesitated, would he really be that angry? What if he cast you away?

You shook the thoughts away. The only thing that mattered right now was seeing him. Even filled with anger, his face was more beautiful than any other.

With a bated breath, you push the door open.

The chamber is empty, the silence is deafening. Your already fragile heart shatters, he is not here. He is not waiting for you. He is not even looking.

He loves you no more.

With glistening eyes, you head for the library. Lucienne has been there for you, she even helped you move into your cottage all those years ago. Your push the doors open and rush through the shelves of books, looking for her.

"Are you okay?" Lucienne emerges from behind a stack of books, eyebrows furrowed.

You run into her arms and latch on tightly. She doesn't hesitate to wrap her arms around you. One of her hands rubs soothing circles on your back. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes and eventually, the waterworks stop.

Your eyes water as you step back, rubbing at your stuffed nose. Luci stays silent and watches as you regain your bearings. Her eyes are not judgmental, they are actually the opposite. You feel comfortable around her.

"He's back, isn't he?" Your voice is hearse as you ask.

"Yes."

"How long?"

"A week now."

Your back bumps against a shelve as you take a step back.

"A whole week and he didn't even look for me." Your voice cracks, "I should've known."

Lucienne furrows her eyebrows again.

"I always loved him more than he loved me," you admitted. The backs of your eyes sting and you look down at your hands, unable to look at her. "but I thought he would've cared enough to," you need to take a moment to stop from crying, "to at least miss me."

You're so caught up in your sorrow that you don't notice as the library door flies open.

"That's not t-" Lucienne is interrupted as a man storms down the aisle.

"Where are they."

Your head shoots up, you would recognise that voice anywhere. It's him, he's here.

"Lucienne, where are they."

Even from behind, he is the most striking man you've ever seen. His hair is sticking up, black as always. He wears his robes; they make his shoulders looks strong.  You can't tear your eyes away from him, or the Raven on his shoulder. It's not Jessamy.

"Lord, what do you mean?" Lucienne asks.

Dream takes a deep breath but he seems rattled. "I went to the address you gave me, the cottage. They were not there."

Luci goes to speak but he talks over her.

"I have not seen my partner for 105 years."  His voice is deep, threatening. "You will tell me where they are right now or you will face the consequences."

"Uh, sir-" The bird speaks, staring right at you.

"Not now, Matthew." Dream continues to look at Luci. "I have spent every day since my imprisonment thinking of them. Missing them. I will not wait a moment more." 

"But sir," the raven speaks again. "They're here."

He let's out an irritated sigh, "Matthew, now is not the time." He turns his head to address the bird but stops when he sees you, standing there.

Fresh tears run down your cheeks; your eyes wide as you look up at him. He looks back, frozen in his spot.

Then, a massive smile curls his mouth. Eyes glistening, he hastily comes forward. You wrap your arms around him and hold on so tightly, it would crush a mortal man. He cradles your head, holding it to his chest.

You don't know if you stood like that for a minute or 20 but eventually you pulled back. Your eyes meet each other, he's crying. You're crying. With one hand, you reach up and try to smooth down his hair. It doesn't work. A smile sits on both your faces as you hold his chiselled jaw in your palm.

His voice is deep, the echoes of it vibrating through your chest. "My love, I have missed you."