morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

claiming his queen 4

You wanted to shout as you raged against the prison you found yourself in, but the body remained unmoving.

At first, there was only darkness and a sense of bone-crushing loneliness. A sense of anxiety filled you, making it hard to breathe; you grew cold, shuddering in the nothingness, bile rising in your throat. There were voices, distant and faint like memories of something long ago forgotten. There were sounds of promises, laughter, love, and then the sounds of pain.

Then in a swirl of sand, grey eyes stared back at you in the reflection in the glass. That face, your face, was the very thing that plagued you for all these years. You were trapped behind the glass in the body of your tormentor.

You saw what he saw. Felt what he felt.

You had thought the pain in your body was bad, that dull, unrelenting ache that burnt through you but this was excruciating. It was like a blade pushing into your skin, dragging quickly up your arm, over your chest before harshly plunging into your heart, again and again, and again. You wanted to scream, wail against the pain, but you remained silent, staring out of the sphere and watching.

This void was only filled with pain: pain and Alex Burgess.

'She has been sent away; whatever you and she were planning will not work. Whatever you promised the stupid cow, whatever you gave her, I hope it was worth it for that small glimmer of freedom.' He spat before turning on his heels. 
You watched powerlessly from behind the glass in the immovable body as the man you once thought of as an uncle threatened, begged and cried. Despite the thickness of the glass, you heard every word.

'What curse did you place on her?'
'I could give her to you; let her be your plaything.'
'What do you want? Answer me; you have been trapped for almost a century. Don't you want to speak?'

His visits were sporadic. Sometimes he wouldn't even speak just sit in his wheelchair for hours, glaring at the being in the box. All you could do was stare back at those hating eyes.

You balanced on the edge of whatever this punishment was, but now you were floating, surveying the world beneath you. This place was dark and so cold. The smell of sulphur and decay lay dead in the air. As far as the eye could see everything was on fire; there were no flames, just the smouldering remains of a husk as the land bubbled and boiled away.

Beneath you lay a jagged rock carved by suffering and torment. Inside, a beautiful woman looked at the pale Morpheus, her eyes glossy in wonderment. For the moment, you were struck by her beauty, the smoothness of her skin and the shape of her face. A bitter filling chewed through your insides as you gazed at them. There was love in her eyes and hope as she reached out of thorn barbed windows, slim hands desperately trying to gasp at your soulmate—arms of completely perfect skin, with no scar, no burn, no mark.

'Do you not love me anymore?'

'No.' That voice was not the one she knew, it was cold, icy. Not the voice that you were familiar with, that warm rumble. 'Your love was false; I now possess true pure love. I can no longer even see you.'

'Kai'ckul, please.'

Her cries continued long after Morpheus disappeared.

You had lost count of how many scenes you watched. The pain was too much, and it only worsened with every switch. You no longer had the strength to fight it; you were merely being dragged from one scene to the next.

'Sir, even with your belongings restored, this woman still weakens you; we know nothing about her; for all we know, this could be some trap.' The voice came from a short woman with strange ears; she looked pained as she dropped a thick book to the desk of the room with a dull thud.