morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

his gift

One day in his imprisonment Morpheus felt something change. Alex was standing just behind the circle, begging or threatening Morpheus but he couldn't pay enough attention to tell. Because for the first time in 80 years something felt different. A pull, a tug deep in his chest.

A gift has been given to the Lord of dreams. Not just for the Lord of dreams but for humanity as well. For there was a worry that once he escaped, the dream of the endless would take his revenge on humanity.

So a gift he received. Morpheus could feel it. The steady heartbeat that was not his own. But one that beat for him. A smile tugged at his lips before he could suppress it.

"What are you smiling at, what do you have to be happy about?!" Alex yells, bringing Morpheus' attention back to him. He continues to yell, trying to bring out a reaction from his prisoner. But it's no use because Morpheus can focus on nothing other than the new connection. His soulmate , his heart, his queen, his.

Y/n's life had been what would be considered ordinary. That's not to say she didn't love her life. Born and raised in Edinburgh, she had moved into the city while getting her degree in English. Like a large number of English graduates she was currently working full time alongside pursuing her ambitions of being a writer. During the day she worked in a bookstore owned by a kind old woman. She loved spending her days surrounded by books and she lived in a flat close by so it was a perfect arrangement.

The bell rang as the last customer of the day left. Y/n stretches her back, sighing as it cracked. Standing behind the counter all day could be gruelling. She hummed walking over to the door, turning the lock and flipping the sign. The street outside was quiet but not empty. The fog settling in the air obstructed her view slightly. As she turns from the door she misses the glowing eyes watching her from across the street.

Y/n was wandering around the store, picking up the stray books left by customers throughout the day. She slots the books back into the shelves. Fixing the out of order books when she spotted them. A creak from behind her brings y/n out of daydreaming. Casting a look over her shoulder she sees nothing but an empty room. With a shrug Y/n turns back to the task at hand.

Making her way to the back of the shop. The light shines dimmer here. Glancing at the bulb, Y/n mentally adds it to her to do list. Another creak makes her goosebumps raise. She rubs her arm absentmindedly.

"You're getting paranoid," she says to herself, and to the empty room. "There's no one there-" as she turns around she freezes. Standing in the middle of the shelves is a man.

He's tall and thin. A black jacket flows behind him. He moves forward slowly. His hair is messy. The blackness of it makes his skin seem to shine, ethereally. It's his eyes that capture her attention the most. They almost seem to glow. Pinning her to the spot.

She shakes herself out of it, "How the hell did you get in here!" her voice betrays her fear, it wavers as she speaks.

The man says nothing moving closer. Y/n finds herself pressed against the bookshelf quickly. The man now looming over her. She tries to push him away but he barely budges.

Instead one hand comes up to hold hers. Pinning both her wrists against the bookshelf above her head.

"I'm giving you one chance to leave before i-"

"Shhh," his voice is deep and smooth. Drifting over her like silk. His other hand comes up to hold her chin, tilting her face back gently.

"How long I've waited to meet you, my heart." his face moves closer. His breath gently fanned over her face. She closes her eyes and can't focus on anything but the sound of her heartbeat.