#beauty and the beast au

[tonejo4ever]

Beast Hyde I love mix my two hyperfixations, and I had a fun time doing this. UwU I appreciate so much you liked this crossover ✨🧡

So, what can I say about this? ✨SILLY LORE TIME✨

I think Rachel in this au plays the roles of Lumiere and Ms. Potts, both at the same time, because she is very bossy and protective as a mother hen, but she can be an excellent hostess with Robert. She will prepare Hyde for the dance scene. This time they were childhood friends, because he needed her to have known Jekyll before he became corrupt, and to give her reasons to defend him and believe that her friend can be a good man again.

Jasper is a wolf because I weren't lose the chance to draw a little of him in his wolf form :3, I put him in a similar role he originally had in the comic, someone who listen, and be simpathetic and empathic, but he´s ferocious to control Hyde when he goes angry and let his insticts take over him. He entered the castle as a royal guard and met the prince advisor, Rachel, and they eventually fell in love. They formalized something during the time they were cursed, he carries her on his back and she warms him when he gets too cold.

And Hyde, well, it's the main course! Before being cursed, he had been the cunning and selfish Prince Henry Jekyll, who manipulated other nobles with his silver tongue and charming appearance, to increase his power and influences (Basically, Jekyll, but instead he is evil and greedy :p) Then all that power turned him into someone who thinks he can do whatever he wants (wink, wink). One winter night, at one of those vile balls he had organized for his pleasure and comfort, an old homeless woman came up and offered him everything she had, a small rose… And you know the story. Jekyll rejected the rose and laughed at the homeless woman, humiliating her. She saw that he had no kindness or true love in his heart and she transforms into a beautiful Enchantress. And she said: "You always act like a predator, waiting for your next victim, stalking for sport, and the only person you care about is yourself. Now, you will be a real predator… LIKE A BEAST" 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 AAAA SO MUCH TEXT This info could be change, I apologize if I had a thypos or bad redaction, i´m not used to writte large texts on the road, but thank you for read all.

[el-pada]

beauty and the beast inspired 2003 au by @scarredwoods

im so normal i promise

[kaykaytwilie]

Been working a while on these! Really happy at how they turned out!

Thank you to @lordoftherazzles for an amazing and inspiring Bagginshield Beauty&theBeast!AU !!!

Fic:

[iamasphodelknox]

Title: Half Agony, Half Hope Author: asphodelknox Rating: Explicit Pairing: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Liam Payne/Zayn Malik, Niall Horan/Gemma Styles Word count: 132K Summary:

Harry had never believed the rumors of the beast at the manor on the hill. They sounded like something from Twilight or an old Hollywood horror film, a beautiful man who turned into a beast once a month and killed anyone who was unlucky enough to be stuck on the manor’s grounds. Yeah, right. The manor was probably just creepy and old. Besides, it’s not like he had anything else to do. Harry's had enough of his shit year. Had enough of his shit ex and the fact that he graduated from university with no idea what to do next or what to do with the grief. Ed dares him to spend a month at the crumbling Tomlinson manor, and Harry goes cause what else do you do when your life's fallen apart? It's not really haunted anyway... is it?

Here we go! Go read here!

[laxi0v0]

Me and @arabriddler did some beauty and the scare beast sketches on magma!

I had so much fun coming up with lore with her!

[dragon-kazansky]

Veil of the dreamless

Morpheus x Reader

A cursed Morpheus holds your father prisoner when he enters The Dreaming without permission. You, also able to enter the realm, take his place. Now a prionser to the Dream Lord, you do all you can to learn about the curse and hopefully break it.

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Chapter One - Village of the dreamless

Chapter Two - Curse of the Dreaming

Chapter Three - Dinner for one

Chapter Four - A little tour

Chapter Five - Land of nightmares

Chapter Six - Chance to bond

Chapter Seven - A magical night

Chapter Eight - The mirror

Chapter Nine - Sibling rivalry

Chapter Ten - Sweet dreams

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Complete

[tinyfantasminha]

Beauty and the Beast by Nightwish

[avirxy]

something something tale as old as time

[thisbellrings]

[ruh--roh-raggy]

To Be Human (Monster! William Afton x Fem! Reader Beauty and The Beast AU) - Part I

Hello hello! First and foremost I would like to wish a huge belated Happy Birthday to my dear friend @yellowbunnydreams this whole AU is dedicated to her 💜💜💜 If you like princesses and castles and ball gowns and Will being a giant fucking monster definitely give this a read, I think this story is going to be very fun! If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: Mostly plot/set up, Will's kind of a dick, kidnapping I guess but not really, it's a Beauty and The Beast AU there's going to be some underlying themes of Stockholm syndrome if you squint. Not proofread, sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes!

You can find my Masterlist here!

Word Count: 2,849

Part II (TBA)

You squeezed your legs harder against your horse’s sides, promoting him to run as fast as he possibly could. Tears sting your eyes as you race through the forest, sharp branches snapping at your face, your haste not allowing you time to care about watching out for them. The heavy gallop against the damp, muddy earth, quickly turned into loud, clattering hooves that fell against the cobbled path that formed at the opening of the tree line. The dark castle twisted up into the black sky, its gnarled, jagged appearance not much different than the branches that tangled the perimeter of the clearing. Your body instinctively jolted as a loud clap of thunder rang out across the courtyard, a crack of lightning illuminating the night. You found a small spot of shelter to tie up your horse, pulling the hood of your cloak as far forward as an attempt to stop the rain from pelting you in the face. You were already soaked to the bone, your dress clung to your body, your hair fell in long stringy tendrils across your face. You hurried up to the large castle doors, having to throw your full weight against it in order to get it to move. The creak that came from the ancient hinges was nearly deafening as it echoed through the grand foyer inside. “Father!” You call into the pitch black room, barely being able to make out the shape of the grand white marble staircase that took up a large portion of the space. You hurried inside, pushing the door shut behind you with a strangled groan. You knew what you were doing was dangerous, being so careless left you with a major possibility of losing your life. Your father had been taken captive by the tyrannical monarch who resided in this palace. “Please, answer me! Where are you!” You continued to call.

At this point you didn't care about what could happen to you, you were more concerned about what had happened to him. You raced up the stairs, nearly slipping in the water that streamed off your body, leaving small puddles in your wake. You continued to call out for him as you ran through the halls, your voice echoing off the grand arched ceilings. You hear someone shout your name from deeper inside, your head snapping in the direction of a door you hadn’t noticed. You ripped it open to reveal a winding stone spiral staircase that seemed to lead up impossibly higher into the castle. The heavy wrought iron handle slammed against the wooden barrier, the loud bang echoing through the halls. You could hear thunderous footsteps hurrying in your direction, someone was coming. You hurried in the direction of your father's voice, your hands wrapping around the thick metal bars as you saw a cell with a single candle inside. He calls your name again, this time in a soft harsh whisper. “What are you going here? Leave before he finds you.” His eyes darted down the stairs. “My darling girl, I love you too much to have you resolved to a fate like this. Leave me, take care of yourself.”

“I'm not leaving here without you.” Your voice trembles as you speak.

“You have to, if he catches you I'm not sure either of us will survive.” He explains quickly. “Go.”

“So, this is your insolent little brat.” A voice growls from the darkness.

“Your Highness she came-”

“I don't believe I ordered you to speak, farmer!” The voice snarls. “I thought I was being generous, allowing you to pay off your debt for stealing from my prized garden. Now you're responsible for another trespasser.”

“I'm here to take his place.” You step in front of your father, blocking him from the Monarch's view.

“Absolutely not-”

“This is your last warning farmer, step out of line again and it'll be your head.” He snaps. “Now, as for you.” You could feel him sizing you up despite the fact you couldn't see him. “You want to take his place, hm?” Your eyes widened as he stepped into the dim light. You scramble back, his monstrously tall form too close to you. A white linen shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders, thick, light brown fur streaked with grey flowed out of its deeply plunging neck. His fingers were tipped with sharp, black claws, fur matching his chest seeming to cover every exposed area of skin. Long ears swooped towards the back of his head, tied at the nape of his neck like a ponytail. The soft rounded muzzle of a rabbit was a stark contrast to the intimidating energy that rolled off of him in waves. Darkly lined silver eyes studied your much smaller form from his towering advantage. “Your father promised me servitude for the rest of his pitiful life just so I wouldn't take it away from him, is that something you're willing to give up?” His eyes narrowed, you swore you caught the faintest sight of sharp canines situated behind his squishy nose.

“If it means you'll let him go, then yes. I'd do anything.” You make your best attempt at sounding strong, you could see from the sneer that stretched across the creature's face that it wasn't working. He scans over your shaking form, your hands balled into tight fists at your side.

“You're free to go, farmer.” He quickly takes the heavy wrought iron keys from his very pocket and tossed them at you. You yelp at the sudden action, stepping to the side and letting them whizz past you and clatter to the floor. “It’ll be nice to have a new pet around for a change.” He spits before turning in his heels and disappearing into the darkness. The moment he was out of sight you scrambled for the keys, slotting them into the lock and ripping the door open. Your father crushes you in a hug, cradling your head against his chest as you break down into tears.

“I'm sorry, you got into this mess because of me and I am so sorry.” His voice cracks as he attempts to comfort you. “I'll bring others, we’ll get you out of here, you just need to buy yourself some time.”

“I'll be okay.” You sniff, wiping harshly at your eyes. “You just focus on getting out of here and back to town, but do not come back with the others.” You lower the volume of your voice, attempting to check around for the beast that lurked effortlessly amongst the shadows. “I will find a way to get myself out of here. It's too dangerous for anyone to come save me.”

“I'm not going to leave you here with that monster.”

“You don't have a choice.” Hearing you say this out loud, your father knew you were right. “If we disobey him, he would kill us both before we even had a chance to argue. Now come, I brought Etienne, he should have enough strength to get you to the next village from here.” You tried your best to remember the way you had come, winding up getting stuck at a few dead ends before finally stumbling into the massive foyer once more. You both looked around, the beast was nowhere in sight.

“Come, if we hurry we can get out before he-”

“Now, now.” Your blood ran ice cold at the sound of the voice. “You've both made it so far, I'd hate to have to take drastic measures.” Your breath caught in your throat as he dragged a long claw across your neck, pausing over your pulse. “Leave this place and never come back. If you do, I'll kill her and make sure you're not around long enough to tell about it.”

“Go.” You locked eyes with him, both of you understanding the severity of the situation in an instant. You stood deathly still as you watched your father slowly descend the stairs and slip out into the storm.

“Such a shame.” His claw leaves your throat, his hand harshly squishing your face. “You really are a pretty little thing. Now, you're going to be stuck here, withering away until you're nothing but an old crone.” He chuckles as he pushes your face away with his thumb. “Pathetic.”

“What are… what are you going to do to me?” You stutter.

“There's a lack of good company in this castle.” Your eyes trained straight ahead as you listened to him pad slowly behind you. “Your job is to sit there and to not get yourself into any more trouble.” He says sternly. “When I've determined whether or not you'll be of any use to me I’ll give you a more specific set of tasks.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I'll kill you.” Tears welled up in your eyes at the thought. You stared at the door, a million thoughts racing through your head. ‘Maybe if I ran I would be able to get enough of a head start to make it out.’ You jolted as a warm, soft hand wrapped around your wrist. “I wouldn't act on whatever idea is rattling around in that head of yours.” His lips pulled back into a snarl, now giving you a much clearer view of the sharp canines that filled his mouth. “The more you struggle and resist the harder this is going to be for you.”

“So you're just going to keep me as your prisoner until I die alone in that cell?” You spit at him.

“Oh, that all depends on you, my dear.” A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, sending a shiver down your spine. “If I hadn't caught your father stealing from my prized garden with his filthy hands neither of us would be in this mess, now would we?” He grabs you harshly by your shoulder, dragging you up the hallways behind him. “If you want to take the place of a thief you are to be treated like a thief. You can either behave and accept the consequences and make your time here much easier on yourself or you can scream and cry and carry on like I'm expecting you to do. But trust me sweetheart, I am not a very patient man, it would do you well to be in your best behavior if you want to continue to have any hope of ever getting out of here alive, do I make myself clear?” You're roughly shoved to a stop, your shivering form now standing in front of the same dimly lit prison cell that had previously held your father. You stumble slightly as he shoves you inside, the door slamming loudly behind you.

“I'll bring you a meal in the morning, until then I don't want to hear a sound out of you.” He gives you a warning look before slinking into the darkness. You stood in silence, the only sound came from your shaky breath bouncing off the walls. The slow squeak of the hinges closing on the door below signaled that you were left alone. You took a few steps backwards, your shoulders bumping into the wall before you slowly slid to a sitting position. A steady drip of water splattered against the floor overhead, the soft squeaking of the rats that poked around curiously just outside of your cell made your skin crawl. You were in a complete state of shock. Just this morning you were harvesting berries from the garden to make preserves for the market in town, now you weren't sure if you would ever see the light of day again. What felt like days had passed when in reality it had only been a couple of hours. You huddled into the back corner of your cell as you heard the door open once more. You perked up at the sound of two voices you didn't recognize bickering from the stairwell below.

“I cannot believe he would do something so… so… revolting! To lock anyone away up in this old tower, especially a lady-”

“Sunny, you're acting like His Royal Highness is some sort of lap dog. Just be happy she’s still alive. The last time someone stole from his garden it didn't end up nearly as pretty.” Two tall figures stepped into view, the hallway too bright for you to make out any defining features. “oh, look at her, the poor thing is terrified.” The female voice of the pair coos.

“Honestly,” her male counterpart snaps, “for a king he has absolutely no manners!” A heavy key is slotted into the lock, the door quickly opened as one of the figures steps inside. Long white sleeves billow down his stick thin arms, a red velvet vest embroidered in gold thread molded perfectly to his torso, a pair of striped pants in matching colors ballooned at his ankle. Golden points whirred around your saviors face, a permanent smile carved into the features of what you were assuming was a mask. “My dear girl, are you alright?” He cautiously offers his hand to you, not wanting to startle you by moving too quickly.

“Who-” your brow furrowed as the second figure stepped into the light. You're met with the sight of a long snout tipped with a shiny black nose, her long, multi-colored hair tied into a long braid down the middle of her back. “Who are you?”

“My name is Sundrop,” the jester smiles warmly at you. “And this is Roxanne.” He motions to the wolf behind him. “Before we get ahead of ourselves, what might your name be? Our lovely little captive.” He helps you to your feet, Roxanne keeping her distance from you as you mumble out your name in response to Sundrop’s question.

“You do know you're going to get in a lot of trouble if you take her out of here, His Majesty is not going to be pleased.” Roxanne shoots Sundrop a warning expression.

“And when did you become so uptight? You're really going to let her freeze up here just because he's having a bad night?” He argued with her.

She sighs, shaking her head in response. “No, no that wouldn't be right.” She picks up the candle, holding it out in front of her to light your path. “Let’s bring her to Moon, he’ll have a better chance of keeping her hidden until you can figure out a plan to explain yourself.” You found yourself tucked safely in between the two of them, both of them surveying every darkened hallway and slightly ajar door as they led you through the empty castle halls. You eventually came to a stop in front of a wooden door that looks no different than the other hundred you had already passed. Roxanne reaches out, softly tapping against the barrier with one of her claws. There was a loud crash, followed by some muffled cursing as whoever was inside made their way over.

“Roxanne, I thought I specifically told Sun-”

“I know you're busy, but this is urgent. Your brother,” she shoots an accusatory look towards Sundrop, “has decided to get himself directly involved in the King’s affairs.” There was a tense silence as Sundrop stared back at whoever was on the other side of the door, still blocked from your view.

“You can't be serious.” The voice sighs before letting out a small sound of distress. “What was it this time? Knocked over one of the busts in the hall? Trying to get back at him for calling you unfunny-”

“That has nothing to do with it and you know-”

“Gentlemen!” Roxanne cuts off the argument before it has much of a chance to get started. “You can fight later, it's only a matter of time before he figures out that she's left her cell.” The hidden figure clambered into the hall, paling when he saw you standing alongside the others.

“You took one of his prisoners?” He whispers harshly in Sundrop’s face.

“I am not just going to leave a poor young woman up there to freeze to death. I will do whatever the King asks of me but I will not let him torment an innocent bystander.” He instantly rebuttals. “He’ll come around, I just need to warm him up to the idea.”

“Or he'll dismantle you the moment he gets his paws on you.” His brother scoffs.

“Moon, you know as well as I do, what that man needs is a companion. He's spent so long locked up in this god forsaken castle for so long that all he has left is us.” Moondrop’s gaze drifts over to you, his expression softening as he studies your terrified features.

“You are to go smooth this over at once. I'll keep her here with me in the meantime.” Sundrop thanks his brother excitedly, Moon pressing a comforting hand in between your shoulders as he guides you through the door. “Make sure he understands that this was your doing and not hers.” Moon warns before hurrying you inside, leaving your fate entirely in the hands of these three strangers you had just met.

Tag List: @yellowbunnydreams @zoey5252 @loudchaosking @weirdoartist21 @residentevilbeast @lokanda @emmbny @yukkkiki @dij-ology @maria-moll (if I missed you or you would like to be added please let me know!)

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MORE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AU

Im still workin on Arthur's dragon design so bear(ha) with me

[donnabenevientosimpingzone]

you’ve said your speech through shapened teeth

[ekbelsher]

What are YOU looking at

[drawing2cope]

quick silly comic based on @ladyofthenoodle's beauty and the beast au and @maridotnet's ladybug design 👉👈

[urdepressedslut]

hi i love your writing! <3 i’m obsessed with your bucky fics and was wondering if you’d ever consider writing a beauty and the beast bucky au? no worries if not! thank you for sharing your writing with us <3

beauty and the beast was one of my fav movies growing up, and i love the whole idea of this! i wanted to add my own twists while still trying to follow the original idea 💗 I’ve never tried something like this before but I hope you like it!

Beauty and the Bucky

♡ Pairing: Beast!Bucky Barnes x Beauty!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: In search of your missing Father, you discover a castle far into the untouched forest. After knocking and no answer, you find the doors unlocked and venture inside. But beware— it might not be your Father you find inside.

♡ Warnings: angst, language, imprisonment, violence, wolf attack, animal fights, injuries, blood, Stockholm syndrome?

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Beauty and the Beast AU

The frigid air bit at your cheeks, the wind cutting into your skin like icicles impaling your skin. It was a struggle to continue trudging through the forest, as it seemed there was no end to the continuous trees. Your Father burned at the front of your brain, the only thing keeping you going. The familiar burst of adrenaline flooded back through your veins, the same feeling when you had witnessed your Father's horse return home without him riding a top.

You hadn't experienced your heart drop more than the moment you saw his horse galloping back frantically. It didn't take long until you were off on your own horse, sprinting with an intense urgency to find your Father.

You patted your horse, soothing him when he had tensed up from a random branch snapping in the distance.

"Shh... It's okay Fury. I'm sure it was nothing." You assured him, trying hard to convince him— as well as yourself.

It was after another agonizing hour in the cold when you had found a castle— an old abandoned one it seemed. As it would usually be a haunting sight, especially in the middle of the forest. You welcomed the idea of shelter, considering you couldn't feel your fingertips— your gloves doing a poor job at keeping your hands warm.

"C'mon Fury, maybe it will be warmer inside." You told him hopefully.

Another part of you hoped that your Father had stopped here to rest, and maybe he'd be inside. But maybe that was only you wishing that were the case.

You held on tight to Fury as he raced through the remaining woods, in a hurry to the castle. You whizzed past all the dead, frozen plants— skidding to a stop at the entrance. In the back of your mind, you imagined what beautiful garden the front landscape would be in warmer conditions. You could imagine the vibrant variety of flowers sprouting just about anywhere. For now it looked ghostly, not a snowflake moving in sight.

Sliding off of Fury, you guided him towards the massive double door entrance. It was intimidating, the pure steel doors looking powerful as they stopped strangers like yourself from entering.

Your teeth chattered as you hesitated pushing the door open. The sensible side of you being annoying and forcing you to raise your hand to knock. The rattling of your knuckles against the steel had your hand throbbing dully. You waited as patiently as you could for an answer— allowing whoever could be inside time to come to the door. You knocked again, harder this time— ignoring the pain in your knuckles this time. After minutes of no answer, only the sound of the howling wind— you didn't hesitate this time to open the door.

You were shocked to find the door opening easily. You gave the heavy door a hard shove, staying rooted in your spot as you watched the steel swing all the way open. You couldn't help but feel bad entering if someone did live here. One— it was creepy if there was someone lurking around. Two— even if you were alone, it was still creepy.

Swallowing the guilt, you focused on the priority. Finding your Father. Just like before, your body filled with panic— worry running through your body as your thoughts wandered to your Father.

God, I hope he's okay. You thought.

You took a step into the doorway, waiting a second for something to happen. When no chaos came, you stepped further into the castle.

"Father! Father it's (Y/n)! If you're here please say something!" You yelled out into the castle, listening to your voice echo through all the hallways— sounding in every single room in the castle.

If someone were here and they hadn't known you were here— they sure do now.

After several minutes of only the creaks of the castle, you were disappointed— hoping that you'd hear your Father's voice shout out to you. He wouldn't last if he was stuck in the cold, lost on foot in the dense woods. Your nose burned, tears building up at the thought of your Father being freezing and alone.

The castle was a bit drafty, the frigid leaking through the walls somehow— but it was much more bearable in here. You just needed a moment to let yourself thaw, gain feeling in your fingertips before you headed out.

"(Y/n)!"

You heard the faintest shout in the distance, and for a second you swore it was your imagination. Had you heard your name?

You waited several moments in silence, your heart beating violently in your chest— waiting for the shout to repeat. You hoped.

"(Y/n)..." The shout sounded again, the voice sounding more familiar.

"Father! Where are you?" You yelled out through the castle, listening to your Father repetitively shout.

You followed his voice, weaving through the dark castle in a haste to find your Father. You climbed almost hundreds of stairs, making it up through a narrow tower to a jail looking place. Stone walls with wooden doors.

"Father?" You asked out into the darkness.

It was hard to see where you were going, but managed to find a single lit torch on the wall— it was like someone had put it there for you. Strange.

"(Y/n)?" Your Father sounded from behind one of the wooden doors, his hands reaching out through the little barred window.

You let out of breath of relief, but immediately panicked— he was trapped here.

"Father! Oh my— Are you okay?" You asked him frantically, skidding to the floor as you grabbed his hand tightly.

Your body broke out in chills as you felt his ice cold hand, his skin almost the same temperature as the stone surrounding us both.

"Father... your hand— it's ice cold." You pointed out, cupping his hand with both of yours, huffing into his hand— in attempt to warm his skin.

"(Y/n), don't worry about me—" He broke out into a sickly cough, "I'll be fine... you need to get outta here! It's not safe!"

Your eyes widened, taking in his face through the little cell door, the light from the torch allowing you to see just how sick he looked. He was old and frail and wouldn't survive much longer. He was also all you had left— you couldn't be without him.

"I'm not just gonna leave you! You'll die!" You cried, tears rolling down your frost bitten cheeks.

He went into another cough attack, holding onto your hand desperately— as if he wanted to remember your touch, like it was the last time he'd ever feel it.

"I love you dear, you're my whole world..." He whispered, raising his shaking hand to cup your cheek, you leaned into his palm— wetting his skin with your tears. "But you need to go. I'm old— I've lived my life. It will be okay."

You shook your head, holding onto his arm desperately. His words only spurred on more tears.

"Don't talk like that— I'm going to get you outta h—" You were interrupted by a loud slam of the door.

Your veins filled with ice and it wasn't from the cold— it was from fear. The sound of thundering footsteps climbing to stairs had your heart in your throat.

"Get back. Stay quiet Father." You whispered frantically, scooting away from the cell door to hide.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, your breaths getting thinner as the thundering echoed louder within the stoned space.

Cowering in your spot, you listened as the footsteps stopped— like they were listening out for you. You could make out their shadow from the torch, their bulky frame as they stood there— waiting for a single sound to alert them of your presence. You watched the shadow glanced around, until they started to leave. You weren't even sure you were breathing by now— trying to keep so silent.

As the shadow creeped away, you slowly and quietly let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You relaxed against the stone wall and peaked around the corner— needing to make sure your Father was okay.

As you turned into the beam of light from the torch, you weren't expecting to look straight into the eyes of a man.

You screamed, falling backwards until the man shot his hand out— grabbing you by the collar of your coat and throwing you towards the cell door. You landed hard onto the stone, your hands and knees aching from the fall.

"(Y/n)! No— run!" Your Father shouted hoarsely, hands gripping the bars.

You glanced to the stairs, and despite your overwhelming fear at the sight of this man stalking towards you— you stood your ground. Standing in front of your Father's door protectively, you huffed your chest in false confidence. You were terrified— but you wouldn't let it show.

"(Y/n) what are you doing?" Your Father asked worried, feeling helpless stuck behind this door— unable to help his own daughter.

The man stepped forward with booming steps, and you could see the snarl he had on his lips. The way his eyes were almost red with anger, his hands were balled into fists. That was when you noticed one of his arms was robotic looking, the metal stained a dark crimson. The sight made you shiver with fear, knowing your blood would soon be added to the metals collection.

"What are you doing here?" The deep voice questioned, and you had to hold in the gasp that threatened to leave your lips at the intimidating sound.

You took a deep breath, still holding your ground— but the closer he approached the more you felt yourself shrink back in fear.

"Who are you?" You breathed out, noticing just how large this man was— his clothes were torn. Muscles peaking through the gaps in his clothes.

He walked closer until he was at a close distance, not enough to be touching you— but enough to be towering over you. That's when he stopped and just glared down at you, tilting his head with dark eyes.

"I'm the master of this castle." He replied lowly, the sound barely making to your ears.

So someone did live here.

You ignored your wrongful place of coming into this man's home— but he held your Father captive. He was sick and needed help— this was personal and you were going to fight to get him out.

You swallowed nervously, taking a cautious step back— one that he had noticed. His eyes darkened at your retreating form.

"I- I've come for my Father. I don't mean any trouble! Please let him out— can't you see he's sick?" You pleaded with him, trying to keep your voice strong— but your emotions leaked into your words.

"He shouldn't have trespassed here!" He boomed, making you flinch back from the loudness.

You felt tears building in your eyes again, and wished them away as you didn't want to seem weak in front of this man— knowing he'd use your weakness against you.

"He'll die! Please!" You asked him again, a feeling buried deep in your gut knowing both of you weren't making it out of here. "I'll do anything!"

Your offer had the man silent for a second, before he turned away— clearly lost in thought of what to do with you.

"There's nothing you can do. He trespassed— he's my prisoner." The man explained, running his metal hand through his hair.

You watched the torch light bounce off his arm, the flash of light passing through your eyes and it was only then you came up with an idea. One that your Father wouldn't be happy about— but he was sick and needed help. You really would do anything for him, you loved him.

"What if... what if you take me instead?" You asked nervously.

The man stopped his slight pacing, turning towards you with a dark unreadable expression. He looked you up and down like he had never seen such a soul in his life.

"You would take his place?" He asked wearily.

You lowered your eyes to the floor, trying to hide the tears that were now rolling down your cheeks. You knew they'd be glistening from the torch's light.

"If I did, would you let my Father go?" You asked, making sure your Father would be protected.

The man responded quick without hesitation, clearly interested in your strength— your bravery to stay here instead of your Father.

"Yes." He told you, and you let out a breath of relief. "On one condition— you must promise to stay here forever."

His words had you freezing up for a moment. You'd be sacrificing your life for your Father— which wasn't the issue. You'd do it any day for him. It was the fact you'd never see him again. The realization had your heart cracking, pieces scattered amongst your rib cage.

The man watched your face fall, the light slowly vanish from your eyes.

"(Y/n)— I can't let you do this!" Your Father pleaded with you before he broke out into another coughing fit, this time his hand covered in his blood. There was no time.

"You have my word." You finally said to him.

"Done!" The man boomed, pushing you to the side and opening the door to your Father cell.

You fell to the floor, covering your face with your hands as you sobbed quietly. In the background, you could make out two pairs of feet shuffling towards you, and thats when you lifted your head. Your eyes meeting with your Father's concerned ones. You wasted no time and threw yourself into his arms, the way his whole body was as cold as ice. You squeezed him tight— forcing yourself to remember his comforting scent of pine and the wood shop back home.

"(Y/n) please don't do this! You deserve to live a life— not be stuck here!" He tried to change your mind, but this was all for him.

You weren't going to change your mind if your Father's life depended on it. Your Father let out a cry, knowing his daughter was stubborn— selfless. He knew there was no changing your mind— he just wished he could.

The man grabbed your father by his coat, dragging him to the stairs. You let go of him as you didn't want to struggle and put your Father in danger.

"I love you Father— please don't forget about me!" You cried, reaching your hands out to him.

You listened as their footsteps retreated, and soon you could only hear the muffled sound of a horse carriage riding away. You stared blankly at the stone floor, trying to wake up from this nightmare— this couldn’t be real, no.

The man traveled back up the steps, stopping just enough where he could see your crumpled form. You hadn’t noticed his presence, and that was his chance to really get a good look at you.

You obviously were defeated, body sagging in sorrow that your Father was gone. But he could see your chest rising and falling quickly— either from anger or panic. He wish things didn’t have to be like this, but he had no choice in the matter. Plus— maybe you could finally help break the curse. The curse that had him transforming into a monster— The Winter Soldier.

Your soft cries brought him back to the moment, and he couldn’t ignore the way his heart twinged at the sad sound. He had no right to be upset— this was his doing. He knew that.

He finally stepped further into the space, making his steps known. You quieted down immediately and tried to wipe your face of the tears.

“Your Father is gone. It’s just you and me here.” He stated, keeping his voice emotionless.

You sniffled and weakly nodded your head, keeping your eyes pointed downwards. You hated this man— you fucking hated him.

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It had been half a day, and in that time the man who’s name you found out was Bucky— allowed you to wander around the castle. But it was a strict rule that you didn’t go outside. Only viewing the outside world through the stained glass windows. He also prohibited you from going into his section of the castle.

Another strict rule was that he was not to be bothered after midnight. He said it would be dangerous for me to interact with him during that time— and if that didn’t sound terrifying, I don’t know what did. You agreed quickly not to disturb him— seeing as you were already afraid of this man. He was only adding onto the list why.

You noticed quickly that this man kept to himself, rarely visiting you— or seeking you out. You wondered if you could try to escape. It had been burning at the front of your mind since he sent your Father away.

You waited until he came and said goodnight— that’s when you started planning your escape.

Bucky announced that he was heading to his quarters, and you played your role with expertise, faking a loud yawn as you melted into the flimsy mattress. He shook his head, knowing deep down you were up to something.

You waited about two hours before you started wandering the castle. The castle doors were easy to find, but you knew you’d be in trouble. Outside it was still deathly cold. You didn’t know where Fury was— that thought had your heart aching. You hoped he was okay. He was such a loyal horse, helping you through the toughest times. Other than your Father— you had Fury.

You either took your chances outside in the cold— or stayed a prisoner here forever.

You knew you’d rather die trying than stay still— besides, your Father needed you. He was sick, and the fact that you didn’t know if he had gotten help— was killing you. You needed to see him well for your own eyes.

You had grabbed your coat, along with your still slightly damp boots. Before you could go through with your plan, you heard a thud coming from up the stairs. The section of the castle that you were not to go in. Of course— your curiosity won. This castle was so intricate and you wouldn’t be satisfied if you hadn’t seen every corner of it. You knew it was dumb, but you could investigate as a ghost.

The further you walked down the hall, you realized you couldn’t hear the thuds anymore. It was eerily silent— the cold wind seeping through the tiny cracks in the stone.

Suddenly a bright pink light flashed from the end of the hallway, almost beckoning you to come closer.

Peeking through the cracked door, you saw the room empty. Everything was dull, lifeless— torn to shreds besides one thing.

Your eyes widened— never having seen such beauty. It was pulling you into a trance, and you didn’t want to look away.

There was a tall stone table, on top a caged rose in glass. It was glowing pink, the glass almost keeping some kind of magic trapped inside. You raised your hand slowly, tapping the glass for a reaction. After none, you lifted the glass cage, the rose now exposed fully. The pink seemed to glow brighter now that it was freed from the glass.

We’re the same. You thought about the rose.

Your eyes drifted down the stem of the rose, taking notice of all the withered up petals that had fallen from the flower. It was beautiful— but pulled at your heart for some reason.

The slightest noise from the rose had you snapping your attention on it— watching a petal shake before detaching and floating to the bottom. Another withered petal to add to the graveyard.

You were so focused on the rose, you didn’t notice the presence in the room with you. Suddenly the glass cage was ripped from your hands, slammed back over the rose.

You yelped and jumped back, watching Bucky hug the glass cage in a protective stance— watching him turn to you. His eyes were almost red with anger, and you swallowed out of nervousness.

“I thought I told you to stay out of this section.” He pointed out, his voice low— laced with venom.

You started backing away slowly, knowing it was your fault for angering him. You were the one who didn’t listen.

“I’m sorry… I just wanted to see—”

“You’re sorry? But you are standing in the section I remember telling you not to be in.” He scolded you, his voice raising.

He released the glass cage now, stalking towards you with a snarl. His metal armed whirred with anger and you were suddenly fearing for your life.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen— I’ll leave—”

“It’s too late! You shouldn’t of come here!” He growled, kicking away some scattered pieces of furniture— further destroying them.

He stalked further towards you, and every step he took closer to you was another step back you took. His fists were shaking with rage, and suddenly you felt the stone wall at your back. Stopping you from retreating any further.

“I didn’t mean any harm please—”

“GET OUT!” He shouted as he swung and punched through the stone next to your head.

With a scream you flinched away from the punch, the noise deafening in your ears. The rubble dusted your face as your whole body shook with fright. You felt brave and glared at the man who was too close for comfort, his warm breath fanning your face. You didn’t have time to think before your hand came up and slapped him hard across the cheek.

The man stumbled back, not from the strength— because he was much stronger than you. No… he was shocked. Like your hit had snapped him out of a trance.

He could suddenly see the fear in your eyes, the unshed tears that had gathered in your lash line starting trickle down your skin.

Before he could attempt to speak, you took off out of the room. Sprinting as fast as your little legs could manage, not stopping until you were bursting through the main castle doors.

A horse screeched to your left and you felt relief fill your body as Fury came galloping over.

“Fury! Oh— I’m so happy to see you boy!” You hugged him around the neck, quickly climbing on top of him. “Let’s get outta here!”

You took off with Fury, weaving through the snowy forest— the castle long gone behind you. You could almost feel yourself growing excited that you had escaped, ready to be reunited with your Father. But you spoke too soon.

A pack of wolves howling had Fury scared, slowing his sprint to a cautious gallop. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand from the threat of wolves.

You spotted one in the middle of the path, causing Fury to stop. You attempted to pet his neck, trying to comfort him— but as you started to see more wolves approaching, surrounding. You knew this wasn’t good.

You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t let Fury get hurt. You wanted to see your Father, but you needed to save Fury first. Suddenly you were sliding off the horse, giving him a smack on the rear— causing Fury to screech and run off. Jumping clear over the wolf, they watched him run away— leaving you in the middle of the pack.

It was a stupid act, because there was no way you were surviving this. It was almost fourteen wolves against one.

One suddenly lunged, biting your coat hood and beginning to drag you away— the others snarling and nipping at your feet.

With a scream for help— to no one, you struggled. Kicking a couple wolves snouts in the process.

Before you could panic any further, you saw a flash of silver and suddenly you saw Bucky fighting off the wolves. Punching them and throwing them away, clearing all the ones off you first. He grabbed the wolf dragging you and threw it further into the woods. You watched in fear and amazement as he fought off all the wolves. The victory was short lived as the wolves started piling up, too many for Bucky to handle. At last, Bucky did a dangerous spin, throwing majority of the wolves off, only one attached to him now.

You stood up and turned to run, not thinking twice about leaving him. But then you heard Bucky cry out— turning you saw the last wolf biting down on his flesh arm drawing blood. Bucky flung the wolf off him, and with a shout— all the wolves scampered away. Leaving Bucky to attempt to catch his breath in the middle of the now crimson covered snow. It was horrifically beautiful.

You watched him sag into the snow, falling to his knees before he glanced up to you. His eyes shining with shame.

Your breath got caught in your throat at the look and found yourself unable to move. He let his eyes roll back into his head before sinking into the snow.

You pulled your coat tighter around you and tried to leave again— him not being your problem anymore. He had imprisoned your Father, and you. He didn’t deserve an act of kindness.

He saved you.

The tiny voice in the back of your mind had you stopping in your tracks again— forcing you to look back at his body buried in the snow. Watching the red liquid leak from his arm, dirtying the white blanket.

You heard galloping approaching and turned to see Fury headed towards you, eyes shining with relief.

“Fury… you shouldn’t of come back. It’s too dangerous.” You spoke to the horse, before looking back at the man.

Fury bumped your back with his nose playfully, and you could almost hear the thoughts coming from the horses head.

“I don’t know why but… we have to save him. He saved me and I don’t know why.” You confessed to Fury, walking up the Bucky. “Ready boy? Let’s get him back.”

~

Bucky felt his limbs thawing, the warmth consuming his body rather than the ice that used to surround him. He found himself swimming in the haze with confusion. The last thing he remembered was fighting off the wolves— saving you. He just couldn’t live with himself that he had scared you, your sweet angelic voice that he had scared away. Moments after you had left he wanted to seek you out, not to drag you back to this castle— but to apologize. He didn’t ask for this life, he was miserable and was just shocked to have found someone so… you.

He let out a moan of discomfort, sitting up in his bed.

Wait… bed?

“How are you feeling?” Your voice asked politely from the fireplace.

That’s where he could see you squeezing out extra water from a cloth, letting the liquid drip into a porcelain bowl.

He wasn’t sure how to react— his instinct was the scream and freak out. He wanted to be angry but found he couldn’t. Besides, he was weak from the fight.

“Fine.” He answered quickly, averting your gaze.

You walked closer to him and you didn’t miss the way he flinched back like he would burn you with his touch. It was more for your sake than his.

“Can I see your arm— don’t want it to get infected.” You asked him, holding out your hand to grab his arm.

He slowly dropped his arm into your hand, watching you focus and dab the area around the wound— avoiding the red angry cuts.

You let the cloth dip into the sensitive area, making him hiss— his face angered.

“Ouch.” He mumbled monotonously, and you had to hide the giggle that wanted to come up.

“Just hold still… almost done.” You assured him, being careful not to hurt him anymore.

He watched with shameful eyes as you cared for him, and he knew he didn’t deserve this at all. But he had gotten lost in your gentle touches, the way he had never been cared for like this. He almost craved it.

“Why… why did you save me? Why didn’t you just run away?” He asked, genuinely curious.

You dropped the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping his arm with some gauze you found lying around. You chewed on your lip, deep in thought.

“You saved me… I couldn’t just leave you to die. Yes— you scared me… but no one deserves to die alone in the cold. Not even you.” You told him, watching his eyes morph into shock.

“You should hate me.” He mumbled, and you had heard.

You finished wrapping his arm and leaned back on your feet, studying his shame sagged shoulders. In this warm glow from the fireplace— he was kinda beautiful. Behind this scary man might just be someone who doesn’t wanna be alone, that you understood.

“I want to— but I can’t seem to.” You whispered, making his eyes widen. “Why did you save me?”

You shot back, mirroring his question.

Bucky looked at you for a moment in silence, gazing at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever come across. He was shocked that you questioned your worth— you deserved to be saved. Not him.

“I… I felt bad.” He revealed, and your lips curved up into a tiny smirk.

“So you do have a heart after all?” You teased, but still held distaste for the man.

You were somehow warming up to him— and you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

A/N: after proof reading this— it feels like a rewrite of the original story and i’m not sure how i feel about that. i was trying hard to find a way to do an au of this story, so if it’s not good i apologize 😅❤️‍🩹

[dragon-kazansky]

Veil of the dreamless

Morpheus x Reader

A cursed Morpheus holds your father prisoner when he enters The Dreaming without permission. You, also able to enter the realm, take his place. Now a prionser to the Dream Lord, you do all you can to learn about the curse and hopefully break it.

{Masterlist}

{Next Chapter}

Chapter One - Village of the dreamless

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In a small village in the English countryside you lived with your father in his workshop. You had lived there all your life.

When your mother passed away your father threw himself into his inventions. The money he made from them was enough to keep a roof over your head, and it kept you fed.

You love your father. He is a wonderful man. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you.

You come downstairs and smile as you see him hunched over his desk. He's working on the clockwork of your cuckoo clock. The one he made you before you were born. Every so often, it needed fixing up.

"Is it going to work?" You ask, kissing his cheek softly and looking at all the parts.

"It will. Just needs some replacing."

You smile and grab your basket. "I'm going to head into town. Do you want anything while I'm out?"

"No, dear. I don't think so."

You chuckle softly and take your leave.

The village was alive today. People shopping, running errands, children playing games in the street. It was a lovely little village where everyone knew everyone.

Your dearest friend Robert, or Hob as you called him, was just opening his book store. He waves at you come over.

"Good morning."

You chuckle softly. "Morning, Hob."

"I have that book you asked for." He grins.

"Oh, thank you! I'll come get it on the way back."

"I'll hold it for you. How's your father?"

"He's well. Working hard," you tell him.

"Tell him I said thank you for mending my radio."

"Of course."

You wave at him as you walk on, a smile on your face. You pick up some groceries and some fresh bread from the bakery. You window shop at the tailor's and make a wish st the fountain in the square. On your way back, you pick up the book and leave Hob some goodies you picked up earlier.

As you make your way back home, you pass the tavern. It was early yet, but there was a woman waiting outside. She looked up at you and smiled as you walked past. You smiled back, trying to be friendly. The way she looked at you caused a shiver to run down your spine. You looked away to focus on the path, but risked a glance back. She was gone.

You shook it off and carried on walking.

Your father was still working away on his inventions when you returned. You put the groceries away and decided to start that book Hob gave you.

It's an old book about dreams. A rumoured realm called 'The Dreaming' or 'The Dreamscape'. Apparently, a long time ago, such a realm existed, and it allowed people to dream at night. Dreams were unheard of. Except for the kind which are considered wishes for the future, but as for Dreaming while asleep, they were not real. No one ever saw images or people or places while asleep.

You went to sleep, and you would wake up again later. That was it.

The concept of dreaming was fascinating to you. You recall a memory from your childhood. A memory of your mother. She once claimed she could dream, as could your father, but he always denied such a thing. People thought she was crazy. She would ask you every morning if you had dreamt, but your answer was always no.

She would smile and say "maybe next time."

Eventually, she got sick. They called it the Sleepy Sickness. She never woke up, and eventually, she died. Your father was distraught.

The idea of dreaming had played on your mind long after she passed away. When Hob opened his bookstore, you searched every shelf for anything on dreaming. He claimed to have nothing, but be knew of such a book.

It took him months to get it. Now it was in your hands.

A realm. A palace. A king.

It was hard to put the book down. This book was written long ago. The pages were handwritten. It was more of a journal than anything.

You're not sure how much time has passed. At some point, you fall asleep. When you wake, it's dark out. You find the book open on the sofa beside you. It had slid off your lap. You close it gently and grab it as you stand. You're about to make your way up to bed when you spot your father hunched over his desk. You chuckle.

"Father." You gently try to shake him awake. He doesn't budge. You chuckle and decide to just leave him. He has slept at his desk before.

You head on up to bed.

The next morning, you come downstairs, ready to make breakfast for you and your father. You reach the bottom stair and say cheerfully, "good morning, father!"

You are met with silence.

"Father? Good morning."

Still nothing.

You look around the house. He is not at his desk. He is not in the kitchen. He is not in the garden or near the vegetable patch beside the house. You see no sign of him along the patheading to your home. You frown.

There isn't even a note.

You grab your coat and decide to head into town. Perhaps you will find him at one of his favourite spots.

You pass the bakery, he is not there. You pass the tavern, too early to be open. You pass the tailors. He's only just unlocking the door. You reach the bookshop. Hob is open and awaiting customers. You pop in.

"Hello, Hob. Has my father come by?" You ask him.

"Haven't seen him. You're the first soul through my door today. Everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm sure he's fine. He just wasn't at home when I woke up, and I didn't see a note. Perhaps he just went for a walk."

"He's probably already back at home." Hob offers you a smile. "How is the book?" He asks.

"Fascinating! Do you think it exists? The realm of dreams?"

He chuckles softly. "I do."

You catch the glint in his eye as he smiles. It's a cheeky smile, one that makes you wonder what kind of man Hob is. Despite knowing him for quite some time, there's still a lot you don't know about him.

"I'll try and finish it soon. I fell asleep reading it."

"Did you?" He asks curiously. "Did anything happen?"

"No. Well, except for my father leaving without a word. Though he's probably back at home, like you said."

Hob has a curious expression on his face. You're not quite sure what to make of it.

"Better head home and see."

You nod and smile softly. You can't help worrying, though. It's not like him to disappear without telling you. You head back home.

When you arrive at the house you find it juat ad empty as when you left. You sigh softly. Where had he gone? It wasn't like your father to leave without telling you. You peer out toward the shed. His wagon was still there, so he wasn't out on a job either.

Deciding to get something to eat and wait a while, you head to the kitchen. He would show up eventually, you were sure.

Hours passed.

Not a single sign of him. Hob came by to check in on you, but when he saw the look on your face, he grew concerned. He stayed with you until dark. He offered to sleep on the couch, but you told him to head on home. He left, telling you to contact him if you need him. You agreed.

The hour grew late. Your father did not appear. You become worried sick. Your worry eats away at you. You stay awake for hours. You try so hard to fight sleep, but you just can't leep your eyes open.

You fall asleep on the sofa.

You feel a gentle breeze on your face. You open your eyes and find yourself staring at a dark and cloudy sky. You take a few moments to ground yourself before sitting up. A small gasp escapes you as you find yourself staring at a palace. It's a tall, dark looking building, one in great disrepair by the looks of it. Windows were broken and a lot of the structure was damaged.

You're stand up and look across the long abandoned bridge that leads to the palace. You have no idea where you are, but suddenly, words from that journal come to mind. Descriptions of the palace that seem to match the one in front of you.

We're you... dreaming?

You look around. There is not another soul in sight. A caw can be heard from above you, and you look up in time to see a bird fly over you and into the palace.

You decide to follow it.

Passing over the bridge, you become filled with dread. There is no one else around. The place was dark and looked long since abandoned. This place was nothing the place you read about in that book.

You reach the doors to the palace and slip through the open crack between them. The main entrance is also empty and dark. Your footsteps echo through the room.

You only go in a few steps as you look around. "Hello? Is anyone home?" You called out. You get no response.

There is a fire lit nearby. You walk over and find an untouched glass of wine and an untouched plate of food. You look around cautiously. Something feels very wrong here.

You explore further into the palace. The sound of a bird flapping its wings echoes from down the hall. You decide to follow it. It almost feels like it's leading you somewhere.

You head down a dark hall and down a dark staircase. The whole place is poorly lit. However, venturing into the darkness proves to be worth it. You're lead to what looks like a cell. You rise over to the bars.

"Father?"

His head pops up, and he gasps. He joins you at the bars and grabs your hands.

"You can't be here!"

"What are you talking about? Where is this place? You've been gone all day!"

"A day...? Is that all?"

"What do you mean? Father, what's happening? Where are we?" You ask him desperately.

"You must leave!'

"Not without you. Tell me what's happening."

He looks at you with sad eyes. "I've been here for days... Time works differently here."

"What do you mean...?" You ask softly.

"We're in The Dreaming..."

You stare at him. "The Dreaming...?"

He nods his head. "Your mother did not lie to you when she said we could dream... her family has always been able to dream since the fall of the king. When I married her, her blessing was passed onto me, so it was inevitable you would gain this ability too."

"What are you talking about?" You plead with him to tell you.

"This is the Dreamscape. The realm of Dreams and Nightmares. The king of Dreams rules this realm. I didn't mean to come here, but I clearly wasn't strong enough to shut him out..."

"Father..."

"You're in danger just being here." He looks at you desperately. "You must go."

"I can't go without you! Come on, there has to be a way to get you out."

"No!" He yells in panic.

The sound of a door slamming open can be heard down the hall, and footsteps follow. You look into the dark.

"He's here..." Your father whispers.

"Who? Who is coming?"

"The Nightmare man..."

A figure lurks in the shadows, blanketed by the dark. You can just about make out someone standing there, but you can't see clearly what they look like.

"Another trespasser in my palace." His voice is deep and growly. He sounds angry. "Tresspassers will be punished."

You stand up tall and glare into the dark.

"Who are you? Show yourself!"

"Don't." You are father begs you.

"I am the King of Nightmares, and you shouldn't be here, little one."

"Let my father go!"

A moment of silence passes as you stare into the dark eyes watching you. His eyes are narrowed. He shifts. You catch sight of a feather.

"Show yourself. Come into the light."

Your father begs you to stop, but you don't listen. The figure in the dark steps out into the light and you feel all air leave your lungs.

The monster is real.

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