morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

dream falling in love with you would include

You first catch Dream of the Endless' attention, funnily enough, during one of your dreams a night long ago. At first, he was just curious; just passing through from the cries of people plagued with his nightmares into something softer, sweeter. He wandered slowly until he found himself folding down to sit and rest for a moment under the shade of a drooping willow tree. He looked comically out of place, with his stony face and pale body drenched in black drapes, even within his own realm. Yet he still stayed for a while, the sun blinding his eyes as he peered out from underneath the boughs like a peeking mouse, watching you carefully tend to orchard of apple trees nearby, so sweet and caring even in your dreams.

Without even fully understanding why, Morpheus found himself drifting back to your dreams as often as he could, as if drawn forth by some some strong current, some invisible tide not created by his sibling... but something more. Something stronger. Something far more boundless, fathomless, something from beyond. Something from deep within his being was beckoning him forth until he had no choice but to choke back his pride and follow the path his feet were already treading towards you.

He would just watch you: sitting uncomfortably, like a sore thumb on benches. Standing like an inked mark upon your world under the sunlight. Loitering around the bark of trees, turning around pavement corners as you danced by him with glee. With the collar of his coat turned up, the edges of his lips turned up into the closest resemblance to a smile there had been on his face in millennia. For him, it was as if light were beaming from every pore - and yet the tears still stung his eyes, a black hole tightening his chest as the bottomless feeling of love clawing its way out of his throat tried to restrict his breathing.

From time to time, you could almost sense him behind you, even while asleep. Just this constant, soothing, almost smoke like presence gifting its shadow onto your every move. Yet it never scared you: the glints of light you caught out of the corner of your eye, the tufts of wild raven hair that blew upon a lanky, pale frame that disappeared from view every time you turned your head. You understood innately that his being there could never be malicious - in fact, you could feel truth branding its burn into your heart, that it was something much more tender in intent. Adoring. Almost humane, yet monstrous at the same time. As if some star crossed lover was seeking you across all of time and space, both in reach of your arms and yet hiding just out of your line of sight simultaneously.

From time to time as you slept, you could feel something cold brush against the nape of your neck. They almost felt like fingertips, sending warm shivers rush down your spine and making you gasp breathlessly in how familiar the touch felt. Once, you sat beside a babbling brook, watching the sunset fall over the edge of a a nearby crag, leaving the horizon. You swore, as the water sang, that you could feel a weight against your palm, a knee crossed over your kneecap, the weight of someone's shoulder tepidly resting against your own. It felt uncertain... shy, almost - too heavy in your hold but still careful with its weight, as if your skin burned to touch. Yet when you looked up, there was only the shimmer of the dying sun fracturing through the golden leaves in threads of diamond to greet you.

After a few dozen morns and nights had been spent, Lucienne wandered into the throne room of Dream's realm to find Morpheus sitting on his throne, doing absolutely nothing. He just sits there, hunched, pondering like a grumpy cat. One slender fingers bumps against the edge of his chin as a few tears he's tried in vain to keep hidden over the last few decades slip down the bridge of his nose and fall onto his boots. It takes him a moment to even realise that Lucienne has arrived, before he tries to hide his jump of surprise by haughtily crossing his right leg over the left and leaning over the marble armrest.

Lucienne fixes her glasses, trying to figure out how to sensitively broach the topic. 'Is something the matter, sir? It seems... as if you're struggling with something. Perhaps this time, speaking through your train of thought would be most beneficial.'

'Nothing is wrong, Lucienne. This is a matter... that I must deal with alone.'

Perhaps then, your majesty, it would be best for you to visit Y/n's dream now that they're asleep again? To resolve the very serious matter at hand, of course.'

He tries to stifle the thudding in his chest at the implication, but even so he finds himself smiling at his head librarian. After a moment of reflection he slowly nods, beginning to rise. He tucks his coat around his waist to hide how his hands have begun to shake, which he didn't think possible. 'Indeed. I've been away for far too long... it's time to start making things right again, Lucienne.'