morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

love game

"Where is my wife?" he asked, glancing at Lucienne. "Had she abandoned me too? Surely she has sensed me by now..."

His librarian gives him an uncertain look. "My lord, my lady will only come if you summon her. It has been that way for centuries."

He looks up the ceiling of his palace. There were holes where the roof has fallen, letting sunshine through the throne room. On the damp corners, weeds had slipped through the pristine walls that he had built. His palace looks like a broken heart, thrown away and abandoned. He wonders if this is what she felt like. "Then I summon I shall summon her."

You came a few seconds after he had said the words.

Lucienne is the first thing you see. She is standing up straight with her hands behind her back- the perfect picture of formality except on her face was a smile wider than you have seen her in a century. Lucienne does not cry, professionalism forbids her so, but you know that if she could he would have tears running down her face in joy. Her heart tells you so. Lucienne's heart tells you more- the love for her master who has some back.

She bows to you, and steps aside. You cannot help the relief in your face as you see your husband. You blink twice waiting for him to fade away just to be sure. "You're back," you whisper in awe, walking towards him quickly. "Forgive me for not coming sooner, my lord, I had to make sure." Your eyes widen a fraction at your mistake. "Not that I doubted you, husband, I-"

You meet his eyes and you halt. "Are you alright?"

The Dreaming stills. Even in its decaying form its realm remembers its master. Not a single dust threatened to fall, and every speck of dust held its breath. "I was captured." Dream stares at the ground as he speaks. His voice was a quiet rumble with anger evident in his face.

Captured? You wanted to ask, along with the thousands of questions that bombarded your head. How in the world did an Endless become prisoner? But you held your tongue. Knowing your husband, his pride is wounded and irritable. He is frustrated to retreat to the Dreaming to lick his wounds, and even humiliated that he came back significantly weaker than when he left.

Instead, you swallow the concern down your throat and settled for the sight of him. He looked the same as he had always been, but something has changed. This you are certain.

"Welcome back, Dream Lord." You greet with a smile and a small bow. It was a smart statement. No mention of his time in absence or your misplaced concern, only your relief that he is back in the Dreaming. You turn your heel to leave, when he spoke up.

"You're leaving already?"

Your eyes snapped back at him suspiciously. From the corner of your eye you see Lucienne exit the room, but you did not dare to take your eyes off the Dream Lord. He has never complained of your departure before. Some days you think he wishes you left as soon as you arrived. "Yes," you nod. "I have my duties to attend to. You have called and I have come. I have done your bidding."

"I-" Something passes in his face, like a shadow of sadness. "That is not what I meant."

You look at him, confused, but smiled and nodded anyway. "Then how can I serve you, my lord?"

The dream lord looks at you like you had caused him pain. "Love," he says, and you almost flinch in surprise. He had never said your name so gently before. In fact, you realize that this is the first time you have even heard him say your name. You were only ever 'wife', never 'Love', you were...nothing. "I...I apologize. I have not been a good husband to you."

Your mind flies back to the wedding you have blessed before he had summoned you. The groom and the bride looked so happy, so in love. With your blessing you knew their marriage would be a successful one, the kind that would last until the end of their lifetime. If only yours were the same.You quickly shook the thought away from your head. You are not the naive girl you once were.