morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

daydreaming

The first time I dreamt of him, I thought nothing of it. He was a blur in the barely memorable dreams that I always have, a lost fragment of my memory. As much as I could remember, he was a tall slim man with dark hair, and his face was unrecognisable. I wouldn't see him often because I would stay awake for far too long to avoid my own thoughts.

Before I knew it, he was becoming a regular in my sleep, a constant or even a background character that I never held my attention on. He was a spectator with no motive, he only observed. It had become a comfort to see him, I never acknowledged him, but it was comforting to feel his presence. The feeling of reality he brought to my dreams was like no other. Every time he would appear in my mind it felt like I was in the most lucid dream possible, feeling every sense, recalling every memory, and I was even able to control my thoughts. To be able to have my own life with endless control was amazing. There was no stress, no bills, no petty relationships, just freedom. I loved this feeling, and it was all thanks to him.

As the weeks went on, the mysterious man in my dreams began to take on a more defined form. I could see the sharp angles of his face and the way his eyes would crinkle when he laughed. He would walk alongside me in my dreams, and I found myself feeling more at ease with him than I ever had with anyone in my waking life.

The next time I fell asleep, I found myself standing in a vast, open field. The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky with a mix of blue, pink, and purple. As I looked around, I realised that I was not alone. The man from my dreams was standing a few metres away from me, his eyes fixated on the sunset.

For a moment, we stood in silence, taking in the beauty of the moment. But then, he turned to me, and I saw that his face was clearer than ever before. He had a strong jawline, full lips, and his eyes were a shade of blue I'd never seen before. He looked at me with an intensity that made my heart race.

"You've been dreaming about me," he said, sounding perplexed almost. I nodded, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood through me. His voice was like nothing I'd ever heard before, smooth as silk, yet rich and full of depth. It had a calming tone to it. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, as though he alone held some sort of power over me. Every word seemed carefully chosen for the impact, leaving me hanging on his every syllable. It was a voice I wouldn't forget, and one I wanted to hear more of.

It was one thing to dream about someone, but it was another to have that person confront you about it. He smiled, and I was expecting warmth from the interaction, but it was a more cooling sensation, like a cold compress being placed on your forehead.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said. "I've been thinking about you too."

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, and after a short pause that seemed like forever, he said, "You already know who I am. I mean you manage to get me here every night."

I was confused by his response and didn't waste time thinking about it. I responded, "I don't understand, you just appear and you make my dreams feel so real. When you're here I feel better than ever, freer even. But I still don't know who you are."

He spoke up without hesitation, almost like he knew what I was thinking. "You know who I am. I'm Dream. Dream of the Endless. I am all dreams, all the dreams that have ever existed or will exist. And you've caught my attention."

With the last words leaving his mouth I instantly woke up. I could feel my heart beating, faster than usual. Although I felt more comfort than I have ever felt in my life, like I never wanted to leave my bed again. All I knew was I had to see him again.