morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

mistakenly summon an ancient being and keep him

Nothing you tried worked. No amount of meditation, sleepy time tea, or melatonin kept you asleep. Your doctor had prescribed you sleeping pills, which worked for a few weeks, but the drowsiness and headaches made you stop taking them.

You had been scrolling through your social media when an ad for some spirituality website popped up. All the words were a blur except "help" and "sleep." You clicked on it before you could think about viruses. That led you through site after site. Some hawked overpriced sleeping potions that sent up all of your red flags, and others touted crystals for pleasant dreams and to ward off nightmares, but it was a ritual that caught your attention.

It was simple enough. A few herbs you already had in your kitchen, a candle, and some sigils that took you much longer to draw than they should have. All you had to do was say the words at midnight and hope your prayer would be answered. The worst that could happen was already happening to you. It's not like you could get less sleep.

When the clock ticked to 12 AM, you lit the candle and recited the spell three times.

You waited. You weren't sure what you were waiting for—heavy eyelids, relaxation, the inability to keep your head up. However, you never expected to hear a deep voice behind you.

"You humans never change," he growled. It was more than a glare he pinned you with; it was that of a beast, ready to devour.

It happened so quickly.

He and Lucienne were in the library, combing through books when he felt a tugging from the top of his spine. It brought him back to that day over a century ago. He couldn't let that happen again.

"Lucienne!" he called as sand swirled around him.

"My lord?" Lucienne could only watch in horror.

Before either could do anything more, he had been transported into a bedroom. A woman sat facing away from him, and all of his anger honed in on her.

He would commit atrocities sooner than sit in another cage. And you were about to discover just how far he would go.

The man before you blended into the shadows cast by the moon. He seemed to encompass everything within the darkness, but you knew he couldn't; he was just a man—one that appeared without explanation.

You steeled yourself. Slowly rising, never taking your eyes away.

"Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?" you asked, impressed that your voice came out relatively steady.

The man's jaw clenched, but he stayed silent. If anything, this angered you more than frightened you.

"You need to leave before I call the police," you said. You would call the cops regardless, but he didn't need to know.

This made his eyes narrow.

"You wish me to leave?" he asked as if he were trying to decipher the words.

"Yeah, people typically don't like it when strange men just pop up in their bedroom," you snapped. Why was he looking at you like you were the crazy one?

"You summoned me, human," he said.

You straightened, taken off guard. "I summoned you? You're out of your mind. I did not summ—" Then it clicked. The ritual. Could that be what he was talking about? You pointed to the candle. "Is this what you mean?"

He nodded slowly. His posture seemed to relax a little.

You glanced between him and your tools.

"I don't understand," you said. "It was just supposed to help me fall asleep. Not bring me a...what exactly are you?"