morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

happy and safe

Summary: Morpheus's lover had his binder on for too long and Morpheus gets worried at the obvious pain his love was in. (Transmasc Reader)

Morpheus was worried about his lover. (Y/N) had been quite obviously in pain for most of the day, able to hide it from everyone but Morpheus. But the King of the Dreaming could tell. His lover had been wincing, tugging at the front of his own shirt. Almost like he was having trouble breathing.

Having been away on a diplomatic trip to another Realm for a week, Morpheus had no way to figure out how long it had been going on. He asked Lucienne, but she claimed not to have noticed anything out of the ordinary.

After a full day of concern, he finally confronted (Y/N) about it in their chambers.

"What's wrong?" His tone was former than he'd have liked, but he was a little miffed that his lover was keeping secrets from him

(Y/N) looked like a deer in headlight. "I... I don't know what you're talking about." He stuttered. "I'm fine."

Morpheus shook his head. "Do not lie to me, you've been wincing ever since I've returned."

"I'm fine." He once again tried to brush off Morpheus's worry. "I've just been wearing my binder for a little too long, it's fine."

Things were beginning to make more sense with that confession. "And are you still wearing it?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Take it off." Morpheus requested. "Please."

(Y/N) looked like he was going to say no, but he sighed and listened to Morpheus. Tugging off the binder, the Dreamlord was pained to see light bruising on his lover's body.

"(Y/N)..."

"Yeah, I know." (Y/N) crossed his arms over his chest, turning to the wardrobe to put on a oversized shirt.

"You could have broken your ribs, you-"

"I know! Okay?" He exclaimed, already knowing about all the consequences. "I get it, I just..." He trailed off, feeling his voice begin to crack. Sitting down on the bed, trying to take deep breaths.

This was the first time he could breath properly in a while, the tight garment no longer restricting his lungs. It was obvious that he should have taken it off earlier, but...

"I just... my body... everything feels wrong." He tried to explain to Morpheus, who had sat on the bed beside him and taken (Y/N)'s hand in his. Stroking along (Y/N)'s hand with his thumb comfortingly. "And what I want to look like feels impossible and I just want to... I just want to look in the mirror and actually like how I look."

"Why haven't you told me about this?" Morpheus sounded so sad for him. So sad that his lover was hurting like that.

(Y/N) had just not wanted to worry Morpheus. "There wasn't really anything you could do. The binder helps, so I just didn't want to take it off."

Morpheus moved over to kiss (Y/N)'s forehead.  "I just wished you had told me, I was so worried about you."

"Yeah, I'm sorry." (Y/N) leaned closer to cuddle against Morpheus. His presence comforting as (Y/N) was more honest than he had ever been. "I didn't want to make you deal with this stuff." 

"You haven't made me do anything." Morpheus told him, voice steady and soft. "I'm here because I love you."

The King of the Dreaming sighed, collecting his thoughts. "Tell me you will try not to wear that binder for that long ever again. For your safety, and for my peace of mind."

(Y/N) sighed, looking down at his hands. "I promise."

"Good." Morpheus told him. "I want you to be happy, but I also want you to be safe. I love you."

"I love you too."

Morpheus wrapped his arms around him, with (Y/N) feeling a lot better when his lover was holding him.

"Also." Morpheus murmured to (Y/N). "I'm taking you to a healer in the morning, to sure there were no permanent injuries."

(Y/N) just chuckled, nodding. Feeling his cheeks warm up at Morpheus's protective nature.