morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

dream with a pregnant s/o would include

It had been just a normal day: you were trying to help Lucienne clean up the ledgers she had been scouring through and left abandoned all over the gilded tiles. Every time you picked one up and started seeking out the correct shelf, Dream would distract you by appearing round the nearest corner of stacked books and chasing you through the dusty paraphernalia until you were near knocking over ancient volumes. It was the most joyous you had seen him in ages, as soon as he had managed to manifest in front of you and pin your wrists up against the creaking volumes. One minute you were giggling, trying to wriggle away from him, and the next his face is hovering over yours before he leans down to press a lingering kiss against your lips. The smirk seems to grow and bloom across his face, like the first breath of a beguiling spring when your waist bucked up against his and made him break away, leaning on his elbow to overshadow you with his adoring glow. Eventually, before he could relent and dip down for more, Lucienne has managed to cough loud enough to catch the Lord of Dreaming's attention, asking him to step aside for a word.

What you couldn't see, when he brushed his fingers down the side of your cheek and stepped off with his back to you, was what Lucienne was holding in her arms. Opening up the crisp pages, she shows Dream the newest ledger for the Dreaming, and the footnote on the bottom of page five hundred and two that has suddenly appeared: a new, faint heartbeat has risen over the last week within the dream world - one that seems to be connected to your own. For the first time in over several millennia, Dream is shocked to the point of inanimation; the book slips through his fingers and cracks down in shoots of thunder onto the marble floor. You creep over behind him, your heart pattering against your breast at the way his eyes have widened large enough to fit all of Saturn's rings inside of their ethereal luminesce as he stares down at a new scuff on his shoes with intense concentration. Lucienne has managed to excuse herself and backed slowly out towards the door, so startled by the hailstones that seem to be cast in furious hurls across Dream's placidly contorting face. When you finally dare to step round and press a cupped hand to the back of Morpheus' neck, he finally blinks when you press a kiss to his chalcedony cold cheek. 'Are you alright, my love. I- I hope Lucienne had no news that... perturbed you so-'. Before you could even finish your stammering thought, Dream has turned and tucked his arms around you so tightly you fear you may pop into shards of transient beauty right there and then.

From time to time, while he's not away on business in the waking world, he'll spend every moment of his free time sitting beside you on your shared throne. After a moment of warm solitude shared between the two of you, the feeling of his forehead depressing from your own is replaced by him slipping down the seat. Crouched now on the floor by your feet, his cape crinkles and rustles like violet drops of stardust across the planes of your touching feet. He dips his head down till he's staring at your belly button, observing it as a hand raises to spread like growing vine over the stretching skin. With intense concentration, he brings the shell of his ear down: with each sense, with each fibre of his wistful being, he tries to absorb all he can about this life growing inside of you. Although he's far too pride-stricken to ever admit to it, the tears that cascade down the curve of his nose and fall down sweetly onto the inside of your thigh gives away just how enraptured he's become in dreams of this new life.

'I love you more than all the stars that burn within the dark corners of this cosmos', you begin to hear him murmur through pursed lips against your skin. He shuffles until his head is resting on top of the bump, sighing when he feels your hand come to rest in the thickets of his hair. 'I have loved you both all my life. Even before I knew what the parts of you that swirled within the cosmos would come together to create.... You have always been divinity, and soon I will hold you in my hands. It is more than I deserve... and I will treasure the two of you until the end of time transforms you into something amaranthine.'