morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

little nightmare : smut

Summary: Sometimes, though it is extremely rare, Lord Morpheus' creations don't go according to plan. And you were an example of that. You were meant to be a Nightmare but somewhere something went wrong and you ended up being a constant pain in his ass instead. You were uncontainable and you made it your life's mission to annoy the King of Nightmares. And Morpheus, though cold, was not heartless so he couldn't even bring himself to get rid of you - his accidental, beautiful but bratty creation. He could, however, punish you for your antics.

Very few had the nerve, or even dared to disobey the Dream of the Endless. You were one of those who went against everything he said, shamelessly.

Given you were a nightmare, it is understood that you wouldn't be the nicest, or easiest to deal with. After all, nightmares were meant to be painful to deal with. But you surprised even the King of Nightmares at times.

"You know you are not allowed in my throne room, and yet I find you in here every single day. Is it that hard to do what you're told?"

You turned your head to the side at the sound of his alluring, dangerous voice and you found him standing just a few feet away from where you sat.

"No, but it sure is boring." You stated, smirking up at him, earning a cold glare from Morpheus.

"Get up." He said, standing so still that he looked like a marble statue.

You remained planted there on his throne and said, "No, I'm rather comfortable."

After a few seconds of silence Morpheus said, "I am not in the mood to deal with-,"

You cut him off, rolling your eyes at him, "Yes, not in the mood to deal with me being a brat, blah blah blah. It's always the same with you, my Lord. If you didn't want me here, you should've never made me in the first place." You stated like it was a fact.

"Yes." He agreed, "That was a mistake." He said, sounding as cold as ever. "Now get up. Go annoy someone else. I have work."

You frowned at him, "But no one ever wants to be around me. Lucienne chases me out of her library, Gregory is gone, and all the other-,"

He cut you off, "I do not care. Just leave me alone."

"Rude." You pouted, huffing as you got off his seat. Before you got down the many stairs, you turned to look at him. And he almost rolled his eyes again as you said, "I'm leaving, for now. I'll see you tomorrow."

Morpheus didn't say a word. He just watched you as you walked down the stairs, your pretty black dress trailing behind you. He shook his head gently. You could be so annoying at times, but you were so adorable, not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, that he couldn't help but overlook your mischief.

You were an enigma. He made you, but even he had trouble figuring you out at times. Some days you'd tone down the brattiness, other days you'd find yourself in ridiculous situations and then talk back fearlessly when he pointed it out.

Each time Morpheus saw you, you were always in dark and flowy dresses. Some days when you roamed around aimlessly in his castle, you reminded him of a gothic princess. Beautiful, mysterious and enchanting.

He could get rid of you permanently if he wanted to - and as frequently suggested by Lucienne - but as much as Morpheus hated to admit it, he knew that his days would become somewhat monotonous without you around to cause some trouble. Your banters, your brattiness - it was all part of his routine now.

Like promised, you were there to annoy him the next day. Except he wasn't on his throne, he was looking out of the stained glass behind it. With a frown on his face and an arrogant pout on his lips which suited him so well.