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silenttale22 · 1 year

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THERE FOR YOU |JJK|

Idol!BestFriend!Jungkook x Reader Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, hurt/comfort Warnings: Only Swearing Note: Hi sweetheart, thank You for being here! Let's celebrate for our lovely clingy bf Jungkook and his new song (stream SEVEN btw) Mv made me even more delulu than I was… Damnn, okay, hope u will enjoy! Both - my shot and song ;)

“She broke up with me. I just can't fucking believe it,” you jumped on the couch at the sudden voice filling semi dark flat.

Your eyes widen, as you raise your head above a bowl full of ramen to see your best friend drop - he literally drops his leather jacket on the floor and heads toward the kitchen. You could have heard the boy slam the door of YOUR fridge right before the sound of the can opening reached your ears. You scoffed to yourself, knowing it was probably the last pear beer left that was so rare to get, perfect for those evenings after hard hours at work. And for a while, you could think about when and where you are going to buy the next one.

You got up from the sofa, still holding the bowl, tears pouring into the corners of your eyes from too much spicy noodles. You approached the intruder in the kitchen, scrubbing your slippers on the floor and muttering countless curses under your breath. As soon as you stepped through the door, you noticed black hair on the table. The white shirt contrasted with the hair color, and the hands covering his head with rolled-up sleeves emphasized the tattoos, almost every one of which you could easily recall from memory.

You'd be making eyes at him if it weren't for the mixture of wrath and irritation running through your veins right now. You always thought he was lovely on the inside as well as the outside. Even though many people believed he was just a pretty face, yet how much he did for you, made you think otherwise. And it irritates you not once how the "fans" objectify him. Jungkook appeared in your life pretty out of the blue and it wasn't a friend from childhood or something like that.

You bumped into him about five years ago while looking for your high school journey group. The trip to London was one of the best you've ever experienced, and who'd have thought you'd accidentally fall into someone's chest - especially someone famous - in the middle of Trafalgar Square when you walked out of The National Museum, terrified of being late. That day, you thought one of his bodyguards, who almost seized you by the collar of jacket, would literally toss you to the ground, but Jeongguk stepped in and helped you, and it was the first time when seeing him made your heart beat faster.

He quietly asked for your phone number, saying he'd undoubtedly get in trouble but doesn't care. That was the first time you heard him laugh, and you saw a lovely smile. Yeah, the one where his nose wrinkles with joy, has been your favorite ever since then. From then on, despite multiple fights, you never even thought of leaving him on his own. You both promised to stay by each other side.

Jeongguk in fact showed up at one of your toughest moments. A trip to London was meant to provide brief comfort and let your hair down but it brought you an extra angel with you. Yes, even though the boy hated this word as it always led to an argument - if I'm an angel, you're mine as well - but you couldn't call him anything else. Your family life was a disaster, and the funeral of the most important person in your life, along with a failed effort to save him, drove you to despair. The days were filled with void, so you became cold and distant as a result.

After disappointing everyone, you believed that no one needed you anymore, that your existence was so miserable that it didn't deserve to be continued. Boy made you feel far more comfortable, and you could even say he made you feel loved. Thanks to his support, the dark fog that wrapped around your eyes slowly disappeared into thin air, allowing you to see again - see how colorful the world is, how much is still ahead of you, and, most importantly, how much you deserve.

That's what it was about him. He would help everyone around him, support whomever he could, only to eventually lock himself away with all his problems alone. After a whole day of smiling at everyone and extending a helping hand, boy would end up on the couch in his apartment - often crying because he was afraid to ask for support. He considered it somehow weak, however, just for his own sake.

You had a tough task explaining to him that there was nothing wrong with seeking help. He couldn't understand at first that more drinks or beers drank wouldn't suddenly make all problems disappear. You were one of the few people - besides, the members of the group he belonged to - who knew how boy's life was outside the curtains and bright lights. Sometimes you also had the impression that the fans forgot he was only human just like them, forget that he also deserved rest and, most importantly, privacy.

There were already too many times when boy hid panicked with spasms of crying in your arms, saying that again thousands of pictures were taken of him when he was at the gym, or that it's hard for him to leave the studio because he's surrounded by crowds. And yes - he's famous, he should realize that this is how it's going to be - but there are limits.

Boundaries that are too often crossed, often threatening his life.

From one conversation, when you told your boy that you were always there for him and he could come to you with any problem, the visits became more frequent than you could have imagined. He was able to come at different times of the day, in different moods, more than once dragging you out of bed and begging you to make him something to eat. The number of times you wanted to curse your friend for feeling too comfortable is now uncountable.

The moment when he just so happened to start taking the extra keys so he wouldn't have to wake you up or distract you because of the fact that you were working from home, was pretty groundbreaking, and you probably wouldn't have found out it if not for the one time you broke your key in the lock trying to lock it down from the inside. The other pair wasn't on the permanent hanger so you started to panic and called none other than Jungkook, who turned out to have the key with him - announcing it to you as if nothing ever happened.

You had a fight with him that day and maybe you were selfish, or maybe not because you are also entitled to a moment of peace, the silence between you lasted a week. A sense of guilt began to eat you alive inside, but nevertheless, your inner struggle continued - it would have been different if he had asked for those keys, but no - he had just taken them like that, without permission. It was a whole long week when you focused on nothing else but Jeongguk, yet you were prideful enough not to call or ask if he was okay. Only one day he came alone, sobbing, breaking your heart into millions of pieces. He apologized to you then, promising not to do it again.

And you believed him, because, after all, he is your friend.

“You must be fucking kidding me right now” you grunted, seeing on the counter already opened packages of jellies, which were for worse of worst occasions “When did you take my second pair of keys to the apartment - again. I thought I clearly told you to not take them and burst here whenever you want ”

“Yeah, yeah” quiet murmur gets to your ears making you even more mad. You threw the bowl on the counter, and with frustration painted on your face, you looked at the boy.

“Jeon Jeongguk stop acting like a child - again. What's happening to you? What was that with the jacket? There was only one day, one freaking day when you weren't here over the past two weeks - and it was because your mom called to meet with Bam! And I'll make sure you buy back everything you've eaten out of my fridge this week.” He groaned , got up from his chair and out of spite poked you with his shoulder, to get walked past you.

You were about to speak again when boy picked up his jacket from the ground to place it on hangers, but his heavy body falling on yours and his arms wrapped around your waist immediately took your speech away. The gentle cologne got into your nostrils, and boy's nose snip made you sigh softly and embrace him. Jeongguk curled up in your arms, appearing tiny - if that's possible for someone who's almost 1.80 and has steel musculature.

And that was it, his arms that could turn the greatest anger into blissful silence and peace. You could have started arguing again, however, what was the point? He would come here anyway, and you could only wonder why.

Yes, you offered it to him when he needed support or a break from the world without being left alone, but boy almost lived with you. You had already thought more than once about renovating the second room, which theoretically stands empty, to make a bedroom for him. Jeongguk, however, would insist on sleeping on the couch in the living room, or on a chair in your bedroom when he was afraid of being left alone, but still not invading your space. You adored him, you could say you even loved him. But his behavior wasn't the behavior of an ordinary friend, especially a friend who has a girlfriend - had a girlfriend.

“You better have an amazing explanation for all of this Jeon Jeongguk” The boy groaned frustratedly burying his head strongly in the crook of your neck.

“Stop calling me by my whole name. It makes me feel even worse,” you roll your eyes at his words and tried to pull him away from you to look at his face but he stuck to you again, not letting you free from his grasp. “…please stay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't but I have nowhere to go. You're my only safe place. I'm sorry” You stopped wiggling and sighed quietly, hugging the boy back. Stroking him reassuringly, you felt his body relax in your arms

“What happened Googie…” you could feel his small smile at the nickname, but you just rolled your eyes again waiting for the story.

“I had a fight with her. As always happened anyway.”

“We're fighting too yet I never kicked you out - maybe I should?”

“NO! It was…kind of different type of fight. I mean, you, we, ugh…when you usually start a fight it's because you want what's good for me and for you, it's like - you're always right, but with her I dunno. She said I don't have time for her.” and now you groaned because uh, he's an idol, he's not going to spend every second with you…

“But she knows how tight your schedule can be…” he hummed and there was a moment of silence “And you met with her pretty often these days”

“Yeah, but she said that I talk too much, too much about you, I mean, But…I don't think it's true, tho. I mentioned once or twice about our going outs and about how you always play with Bam, and how you sing with me when no one wants to, and this when you get up at night to run and help me in slippers when I called that my apartment is on fire - you remember? When I was drunk then and it was only the projector with fireplace. And how you always put my favorite move when I'm sad, also how you cooked for me every time in the middle of the night - not kicking me out because I woke you up and I know you just like Yoongi hyung when someone wake you up - but you never even shouted at me, never when I needed you.” you listened to him and your heart just beating faster

“Kook, that's definitely more than once or twice”

“She said that she knew from the beginning.” You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the boy, brushing his hair away from his face to finally look into his doe sparkling eyes. His cheeks were flushed, dark brown irises shimmered like the night sky and you felt like you were looking at the entire universe. “That I always think about you. That I never imagined her when it was necessary. But I didn't, you know, think she, she would just break up with me like that. I expected I don't know…something, different. And when I came here downright, filled with wrath I couldn't understand why - because she broke up with me or because she was right. ”

Your heart once again pounded faster when Jeongguk's gaze wandered over your face, still supporting you steadily with his hands. You, however, fled with your eyes, and for the first time in his presence, you felt so flustered.

You never acted differently in his company, most of the things boy mentioned you often did impulsively - but he was right, you didn't do that towards everyone.

Sometimes you had a hard time getting out of bed to do something easy for your own family yet you were able to make a plate of pancakes for him at three in the morning. You never paid attention to how well you filled each other out, how many things you had in common, or how often you understood each other without words - this was your Jeongguk - your stupid bunny friend who got on your nerves like no one else, but just that - he was yours. Always was.

“Listen, I don't know what should I say…” you started but still flustered in your words, you shut down

“And that's something new, let me admire it for a while” he chuckled quietly when you send him a death glare, and again pull you closer to him.

“Oh, shut up rabbit or I'll kick your ass already” you huffed but he only laughed again, and smiled at you wider - if that's even possible. The wrinkles on his nose were visible, which made you smile as well. That meant he was happy. “As for someone who just get the brush from his girlfriend, you're pretty happy”

“Fuck the girlfriend when I have my whole universe in hands now” You could feel your cheeks turning hot and thousands of thoughts running through your head. You melted under his touch, his voice calmed you like no one else, and his scent was addictive like the best drug.

“Stop it!” You slapped his shoulder when again tried to snuggle into the crook of your neck, which only boggle him and by the expression on his surprised face you almost burst out laughing.

“Who gave you the right to slap me?” He sent you a puzzled look, which turned into a sneaky smirk a moment later. Not a second passed when the boy picked you up to carry you out of the kitchen and attack you by tickling you on the living room couch.

“Naa-haa, Koo, stop, shit…” you laughed along with him, trying to fight, coming up with the idea already to attack him with the fluffy pillow “Revenge bitch!” you shouted and smacked him again, making him die with giggles until he grabbed his own pillow to hit you back.

“Thought you could win pretty one” he smiled down at you when you lay tired on the couch.

Messed up and tangled hair was sticking a bit to your forehead through sweat, but for Jungkook it apparently didn't change anything when, with the same softness and love in his eyes, he gently brushed it away so that he could look into your eyes and moments later nuzzled his nose against yours making your heart leap with joy.

You couldn't count the number of times you mentioned to Jeongguk that the love of your life should do that with you once you managed to find that someone.

And here you found, as it turned out, five years ago, only you yourself didn't realize how much affection grew inside your chest every time you saw him. Only now you were thinking back to how happy you were, still living in your hometown, when he would text you every moment or how you spend hours on video calls when your boy's schedule wasn't so busy. At first, you didn't even hope that this friendship could last - such a long distance between you looked like a challenge, but when you managed to move to Seoul after 2 years of finding a job, things might have seemed easier. And indeed it was at first, but when you start spending a lot of time together and arguments started because one wanted better for the other. Now you could have thanked those fights because they nevertheless showed that you both cared.

“Lost in words again, what am I doing to you, hm?” The boy squeezed in next to you on the couch, trying to arrange himself so that you were both comfortable. You, however, only rolled your eyes and looked at him again, looked into your private universe, and almost stopped yourself from sighing - he was right, what was he doing with you…

“I think you exactly know what you are doing - wishing for death from my hands”

“From yours? Sure I can take that, as long as it's you, then fine”

“Koo we cannot do this” you murmured, making the boy groan

“Why not? We know each other for so long.” yeah, of course, you do but it's weird for you, the longing for him and being scared to lose him was ripping your chest apart.

“We were friends for so long it's…it's weird” boy hummed with agreement, but it didn't stop him from stroking your hair gently “And it's not I, I don't feel anything, I'm just scared. What will everyone think?”

“They will think that you are the best girl ever. Because you are.” you gasped, reaching out your hand to stroke Jeongguk`s cheek "And we will take it slow, I promise. Not that everyone around us didn't already love you."

“Fine. But slowly.” He send you the prettiest smile in the entire world again and with his nodding head hugged you tighter.

“My family is thinking that we are together anyway” he whispered, making your eyes widen

“Jeon Jeongguk!”

The quiet music played from the small radio standing on the countertop as you were swinging with your hips, mixing the ingredients while making the lunch. Humming quietly the sounds from the speakers, you were about to grab some seasonings when a sudden loud bang echoed through the apartment, making you jump and burn slightly your hand that was still stirring the soup.

A hiss left your lips, and you tried to rub down your hurting palm, as you made your way to the living room from where the sound was heard. And all you saw was one of your plants lying on the floor, all together with the dotted dirt and parts of the pot. Now it was a crying whine that left your lips, as you quickly came back to the kitchen to grab the small broom.

“Jeon Jeongguk you are fucking dead to me!” you screamed, as you came back to the living room and popped a squad to sweep off the residue of your lovely plant.

But firstly, as an answer, the muffled bark came to your ears altogether with the subtle tapping of paws. It took seconds as the long tail was wigging next to you, hitting you slightly and the wet nose start to tickle your face. You sighed quietly, knowing that Bam is always the first one to calm you down or protect you whenever you were together but this time even this couldn't help.

“I'm fine baby, your dad is just driving me mad today.” you huffed, petting the dog's head as he let a muffled bark again. “Jeon Jeongguk!” you yelled again, as whole dirt was on the spatula. This wasn't the first time singer got a smack in the head, as he unusually gets into trouble from hour to hour since morning, starting by kicking you out of bed and a while before that hitting your face while sleeping.

“Oh for fuck sake, it wasn't me!” he yelled back, coming back to the room but as soon as he appeared, Bam let out a growl standing right next to you. You patted the dog with your free hand, but it did nothing as he still was sizing Jungkook as if he could do something more than leaning on the doorframe.

“Yeah, then who this time? Because if I'm not mistaken you were the only one playing here and jumping around when you couldn't shoot the right one point in game.” you squinted your eyes, putting a hard expression on your face.

“It was Bam,” the boy said confidently, and when you looked up at him and then at the dog who was constantly walking around you, still protecting you from getting hurt, you come back with your glare at the boy and snorted as you knew perfectly well that the dog was lying on his bolster, observing you, until you left the kitchen.

“It was you, my baby wouldn't do that.”

“Did you just choose my dog over me?” you scoffed at his words and as the boy was trying to come closer, Bam barked making Jungkook stop immediately with confusion drawn over his face

“Didn't I a long time ago? Besides, he was with me the whole time, you liar.” you looked with a raised eyebrow, to which the boy just rolled his eyes

“Then maybe marry him and not me” he snapped suddenly with a groan which only made you scoff again

“I'll think about it and you better look for the same pot to buy it back” you added leaving the kitchen with the spatula and Bam, who escorted you to the kitchen and took his place again on his bolster.

“I've always known this dog likes you better than me, but to growl and bark at me?” Jungkook said, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the countertop right next to you, when, after throwing away the dirt and the remains of the plant, you returned to cooking the soup “Unbelievable” he snorted, sending a death glare to Bam, to only meet with another bark.

“If you had been nicer and more careful then maybe this wouldn't have happened, but you decided to kill my Felix” you tempted, pushing him slightly to get some seasoning that was stored in the cupboard behind his back

“You should stop getting your plant's names”

“You should stop playing your games unless you tie down your ass to the couch”

“You should…” he stopped suddenly, which made you look at him but it took a second when your hand was in his, closely looked out “When did that happen?” Boy pointed to a burn covering the whole side of your palm, making you just roll your eyes

“I get startled when the plant has been knocked down, I was taking some ingredients and my hand just touched the pot” you recalled with a shrug of the shoulders, though, the boy didn't take it so lightly and quickly disappeared behind the doorframe to return with an entire first aid kit filled with all sorts of medicines and supplies “Kook I don-…”

“Nah, shut up and give me your hand” he interrupted you right away, pushing you gently away from the stove and turning down the gas after which he sat you on a chair and began to apply some kind of burn lotion on your hand, then wrapping it in a bandage. “You should be more careful”

“Said who” he groaned at your words, but said nothing more

“I'm sorry okay” he mumbled, putting the supplies back into the first kit after a long silence

“Still want my pot back” he pouted but you only chuckled and get from the chair to pinch his cheek “But I love you, you ass”

“I love you too” he answered, hugging you from behind as you get back to the stove again and stealing a quick peck from your lips

“But blame our baby one more time, and you'll get your head snapped off” he groaned something under his breath again, keeping his head hidden onto the crook of your neck which muffled his words, but apologized at the end

As an apology Jungkook helped you also with finishing the meal, proposing meanwhile to spend together the whole evening watching tv series, and as at first, you weren't so up to it knowing how many books is waiting for you to read, you agreed at the end being a sucker for his doe eyes.

And now you've been watching him, hiding behind the frame door as he was getting ready the couch with thousand of pillows and some plushies he get from your shared bedroom. Head leaned gently against the wood, and your eyes followed every move with adoration while listening to the popcorn in the microwave burst out with more grains. It was not long after Jungkook's throwing of plushies was joined by Bam trying to grab flying objects in his teeth, and you just laughed at every shout from the boy who approached the dog to pick up a toy or pillow he caught but only ended up wrestling with him on the floor. These were the carefree moments you loved so much.

Your gaze dropped down onto your right hand, and the ring resting on one of the fingers brought tears to your eyes. You never expected that you could end up in this place. Engaged to your best friend, on top of that, an idol you couldn't get rid of for years to come. A smile painted itself on your face, but the sudden silence in the room, which only moments ago had been filled with screams and the occasional woof of a dog, forced you to raise your eyes to meet it with Jungkook, who was still grabbing the pillow held by Bam with one hand.

You sent him a brief smile, which he was probably planning to return if not for the stronger pull of the Doberman, that caused boy to land on the ground, and an uncontrollable laugh escaped your lips, to which only your boy groaned, and the dog happily ran towards you dropping the pillow under your feet.

"Of course. You guys are always laughing at me, betrayers." Jungkook muttered under his breath, which made you laugh again and pick up a pillow from the ground to toss it in the boy's direction but you didn't think that Bam would run right after it, crashing impetuously into the sufferer sitting on the ground "For fuck sake Bam, could you move your ass from my face please" you just nodded in disbelief at the howled words and disappeared into the kitchen to put the already made popcorn into the bowl.

You came back into the room a moment later, seeing Jungkook still fussing with the dog like two children on the floor, but the moment you set the bowl on the table and your body slumped on the couch, hardly a second had passed when Bam curled up next to you, leaving no space for the boy what was a reason of a loud whine escaping his lips.

“You must be kidding me right now. This is my wife, not yours!” he complained, trying to push the dog from the bed

“Not wife yet”

“Shut up Mrs. Jeon, that's an argument between me and our child.” you rolled your eyes and took the tv remote to choose something to watch, completely ignoring the wrestling happening right next to you, as it is your everyday life for years.

In the end, Jungkook made it and squeezed in next to you, holding your waist tightly and sticking out his tongue which made the dog bark at him. And you only rolled your eyes, shushing them both down as you already put the series on the tv.

“Come here baby” You patted the small space that was between you and the backrest of the couch, and couldn't even wait long to Bam take his spot, half on your legs.

“I swear, you love this dog more than me” Jungkook mumbled, tightening his grip on your waist but you left a sigh, and with one hand now you were petting Bam, and the other one was stroking the boy's hair.

“And what with that? You both behave like big babies I have to look after.” you said quietly, hearing how both of them let out a loud huff “That's what I'm talking about, but I guess like father like son”

“But we are always there for you, loving you, and caring as well, so don't complain and watch what you choose” You let out another sigh, but agreed quietly to the boy's words, and leaned your head against his, listening to how his steady breathing with his arm still wrapped around you brought a sense of safety. A warmth you thought you would never experience was filling your chest with each passing moment.

And before you met Jungkook, you always wondered about what love actually means. Watching all those relationships shown in books or movies, they seemed literally unreal to you. You never thought something similar could happen in real life, and sometimes you even hoped they didn't happen. Love may be beautiful, though never simple. It's not just a feeling, if you find that other soul coming on the same frequencies, it's something much bigger. And before your boy, you thought that something like destiny simply couldn't exist, that nothing can be written in the stars, and that a happy ending doesn't really happen. Yet, it all hides in different corners and shows up at the right time, as it turns out, and love itself keeps trying multiple times, if not this time then the next.

Jeongguk came into your life at a moment when you did not expect it to happen at all, but that is how it goes. He appears out of nowhere, slowly filling your inner being with warmth, wrapping you in stable arms of security and endless trust. And how could you have known that your heart would choose this person and not another? You couldn't, because you never know who will show up for you at the right time. We never know with whom our soul, lost in the vast world, is connected.

#bts au #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fluff #jeon jungkook #bts imagine #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #bts hurt/comfort #jungkook hurt/comfort

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howtodrawyourdragon · 2 months

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Craving Ice Cream

@jayalaw

Summary: Set after Httyd 2. Hiccup has a craving and Astrid wants him to voice it.

Warnings: Pregnancy

Rating: General

Words: 546

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless, Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Valka

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: Written for a request because I got an ask on Tumblr a few days ago telling me that they loved my Pregcup fics the day after I posted two, so I made a post asking for requests and this is one of them. Really enjoyed writing this one!

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“I…” Before he dares to finish his sentence, Hiccup closes his mouth and presses his lips together, wondering if he should finish.

It’s not quiet in the house, Tuffnut and Snotlout are in a heated discussion with Fishlegs about something while Ruffnut watches and instigates wherever she can. Gobber and Valka are in the kitchen. Eret stokes the fire and Astrid sharpens her axe. But when Hiccup decides to speak, they still hear him.

Curled up around him, Toothless lifts his head to look at his Rider and Astrid stops her sharpening to gaze at her husband, the fur of her hood still damp from the falling snow outside. She was chopping wood until minutes ago. Devastating Winter is steadily approaching and they need to be prepared.

“Finish that sentence, Babe,” she tells him, already using a more motherly tone even though the baby isn’t even here yet. The baby that grows in his womb.

Somehow even more dramatic in his pregnancy, Hiccup opens his mouth again to speak, hands up to animate, only to sigh, drop them on his quiet belly and lay his head back on the dragon he sits against near the fire. Toothless snorts at him, which gets him a look as Hiccup wipes at his face.

He’s seven months far, which means he’s getting quite round by now even for a tall and skinny lad such as himself and they can expect the baby to come in the middle of the most devastating time of the cold season. It’s why the other Riders are here. Because they’re about to get buried by snow inside their homes and they want to be here when the first of a new generation of Dragon Riders is born. And they want to help where necessary.

“Hiccup.”

“It’s fine, it’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

“What’re you craving?” Astrid asks. If he says it’s something stupid, it’s almost always because he’s craving something. And his new appetite, that was something he needed to get used to.

Looking over his shoulder at her, he takes a moment to consider it. How badly is he craving? “... ice cream.”

“That weird invention from the twins?” Snotlout asks, now standing nearby after having torn himself away from his discussion with Fishlegs when he grew too annoyed.

“Uh, weird?”

“Try “genius!” At that comeback, the twins high five.

“Weird how exactly?” But Hiccup takes offense, crossing his arms and glaring up at him. He feels a hard kick inside of him, like the baby agrees. When Snotlout feels a lot of eyes on him, he notices that almost everyone seems to share Hiccup’s sentiment. Especially his soulmate and life partner.

“How would you like your ice cream?” He asks, deciding that is the only way to avoid invoking Astrid’s wrath. She’s been very protective of her husband ever since Gothi confirmed their suspicions. Which is also the reason why she just needed to hear him utter a single vowel before jumping on his case.

“Good boy,” Valka praises his change of mind before disappearing into the kitchen again, Gobber guffawing a laugh from within. And the twins crack their knuckles, deciding to make a batch for their craving friend.

Needless to stay, he got his craving satiated with a bowl of ice cream.

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regalfairytaleacademy · 10 months

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Other pixies?!

All created from barrettes seven demons given to their guardians. It was created with pixie dust, jewelries, and flower powder.

They resides in Devildom and the new village build up at the middle of the forest.

All are energetic, humorous, mischievous, extremely curious and always seeking new experiences. Of course, they have their own personality on different (same as RFA pixies).

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Introduction

Hera (Pride)

Unforgiven any apologies from people after what they done.

Selfishness and vanity.

Actual personally caring but hid it behind a stern face.

Likes bubbles and soap foam.

Taming dreadful creatures suchlike dragons and cerberus.

Got the honor of the general by her leadership.

Born with the power of dark and light.

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Fortuna (Greed)

Always being fooled by Lyssa's pranks.

Strong desire for have a peaceful and happy life with wealth.

Dislikes to have fights, loud noises and nonsense.

Has ability to talking with corvus and sharing her feelings to them.

Portrayed as a peacemaker of the pixie village. Although, she is the only one have been blamed as an useless pixie.

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Nemesis (Envy)

Introverted, timid, meek and sweetest pixie.

Submissive in conservations with strangers.

Sometimes she actually really rude and dominant.

Described as the most sensitive one in the village.

Has ability to change her tail to legs, but prefer in the tail. In the mermaid form, she staying in the fish bowl (more bigger than Henry 2's).

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Lyssa (Wrath)

Highly intelligent, outgoing, grace and calm.

Got the title of the prankster in the village, as she likes to make practical jokes on others, mostly Fortuna.

Own the powers of unicorn, she has healing properties that bring people back from the brink of death.

She can talking to animals, especially the forest fellows she live with.

Enjoys using her vivid imagination and sharing stories with people.

Her art style was mentioned as slightly whimsical and brilliant.

Developed a sense of anger issues, yet often.

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Aphrodite (Lust)

Sweet, narcissistic and a pacifist.

Dedicated to give people a matchmaking and into romance.

Has perfect fluency and understanding of French, as it is the language of love.

Love adorable things such as plushies, clothes and accessories, especially it is color of pink and white with heart patterns.

As the pacifist, she is calm and does not do battle, yet, thinks of a more peaceful way.

Has a limited magic is that wherever she walked, all magnificent flowers would bloom. Also she strew numerous rose petals into a dust.

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Theia (Glutton)

Passionately to foods, especially sweets.

Skilled in cooking.

Sisterly side, determined and always ready to rush into battle to help her friends.

Has ability of super strength.

Afraid of dentist.

Dislikes to have a bad breath and didn't brushing teeth.

Hate rotten and smelly foods.

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Nyx (Sloth)

Likes to daydreaming and sleeping.

Hate to being interrupted her sleep.

Loyal in her relationship - her neighbors and friends.

Considered for a crybaby.

If fully awake, she would stay up all night making pillows and cushions. Sometimes she would go out and stargaze.

Has ability to make stars and send to the night sky.

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Monarch

Talia

Princess of Pixie Village in Devildom and the younger sister of Queen Harmonia. The position of pixie assistant to Diavolo (the current demon king). Sometimes helping him complete the forms together, while taking care of her village.

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She was nicknamed "Princess of Death" due to the powers she was given, and she was never afraid of death. She can see the souls of the dead, mostly animals.

Also earn the alias for "Pixie of Comedians", as she likes to act any characters and write down dramatic yet funny stories on the books.

Described as elegant and charming.

Highly intelligent and has a sense of humor.

Knowledgeable about the rarest plants.

Vocalizing and singing is the only thing she do for spare time. Oftens visit forest friends with Lyssa.

The only one who can mend Diavolo's relationship with Satan easily.

Likes to open tea parties, plants, and mother nature.

Hate people who never care about the other especially to animals, perverts and the world is under the cruelty.

#twst #twisted wonderland #obey me #twst x obey me #twisted wonderland x obey me #pixies #impish royals #traditional art

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Inspired by the art you reblogged from Tapakah0.

Donnie deserves to be a little shithead too:

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It wasn’t uncommon for Donnie to lock himself away for days at a time. He came out for meals when he remembered (or was loudly reminded), but typically during these times they wouldn’t see him until whatever project he’d thrown himself into was finished.

When he re-emerged, they’d all ask him about what he was up to in his absence, and usually he would tell them.

This time, however, he just smiled and said “You’ll see.” with an ominous smile that reminded them all far too much of their father.

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They were back at the farmhouse, having a nice time off as a family. April and Casey had joined them, the whole gang excited to spend some quality time together without having to worry about responsibilities or other annoying things.

Mikey and April were baking a cake in the kitchen. Raph and Leo were pretending to teach Casey to meditate and sticking things in his hair to see how long it would take him to notice.

Donnie snuck to his room, pulling the new invention out of its hiding place and setting it up. He pulled on some gloves- not uncommon, it was getting a bit cold- to hide the mechanisms hidden in his palms. With a mischievous giggle he flexed the prosthetic fingers, watching them sync up to his movements.

He took a moment to stim out his giggles, flapping his hands to help him calm down before calmly leaving back into the main area.

“I’m gonna bite your fuckin’ face!” Casey yelled, grabbing for Raph, somewhere near thirty odd sticks and leaves in his hair, as well as a couple forks and a margarita umbrella. Leo was on the floor, his eyes nearly bulging out of his eyes as he laughed, holding his stomach in pain.

Raph leapt over the back of the couch, screaming as Casey followed after him, nearly taking off the screen door as he bolted to try to escape his boyfriend’s wrath.

Donnie chuckled and stood over Leo, looking down at him, “So what w-was the final co-count?”

Leo giggled, “Thirty-seven, and that’s only because April poked her head in and laughed. He caught Raph with a stick in his hand.”

Donnie rolled his eyes and held out a hand, helping Leo up to his feet.

Leo didn’t notice.

“Where’d you go?” Leo asked, “You good?”

“Mmhm.” Donnie smiled, “Just had to ch-check something.”

“Okay.” Leo shrugged, accepting the answer, “April said they’re gonna ice the cake soon. I was gonna go see if I could help, wanna come?”

“Absolutely.”

The kitchen wasn’t a total mess, but there were definitely a lot of bowls in the sink. Mikey had his tongue stuck out while he smeared icing over the cake, making a solid base for any decorations they added after. April was sitting with him, mixing dyes into even portions of icing, coloring them all colors of the rainbow.

“Can we help?” Leo asked, leaning over the table, grinning, “I wanna draw a bunny.”

“Faggot.” Mikey coughed.

Leo punched him in the shoulder, “Your mom.”

April pointed to the counter, “The icing bags are over there. Grab me the roll and we can get them prepped.”

Donnie did that, handing the box to April, who paused. She stared at his hands for a good ten seconds before looking up at him, confusion evident on her face.

He winked.

She snorted and said nothing, taking the bags to start shoveling icing into them. He grabbed a spatula and helped, sitting next to her. As soon as they were all full Leo and Mikey were grabbing their colors and doodling all over it, making flowers and drawing faces and other things. April joined them, taking the green to make four tiny turtles climbing the side of the cake. Donnie took the purple and drew some random shapes.

Eventually Raph and Casey came back in, both a little scuffed up, and joined in the decoration… until Casey dared Raph to eat all the red icing left and Raph stepped up to the challenge, daring Casey to do the same with the yellow.

Needless to say, neither wanted any cake afterward.

Donnie offered to cut the cake, taking a knife and deftly twirling it in his fingers a couple times before slicing in to make the slices as even as he could.

“Yo what the fuck?!”

Donnie forced himself not to grin, looking to Mikey, who had not only shouted but also leapt up onto a chair, “Wh-what? What’s wrong?”

“Your hand!”

Donnie looked at his hand, feigning confusion, “What about i-it?”

Mikey grabbed his wrist, lifting his hand to show it to everyone, “Donnie’s fucking mutated again!”

“Whoa!” Leo laughed, “Your hand! Is it on both? Oh, gross.”

“What are you guys talking about?” April said, looking Donnie in the eyes with a steely determination and a devious grin on her lips, “Donnie’s always had five fingers. How did you never notice?”

Raph grabbed Donnie’s other hand, staring at it like it offended him, “You’re lying.”

“N-no?” Donnie lied, “I always th-thought I was weird b-because my hands were different.”

Leo reached out and touched Donnie’s fingers with his own, “This is so strange.”

“Why do you think he’s so good with tech?” April chuckled, playing it cool by grabbing the knife to get herself a slice of cake, “He’s got the extra dexterity.”

“Whoa.” Mikey gasped, “How did we never notice?”

Leo looked at his own hands, “We’ve held hands to go places! How did I not realize?”

“I’m still calling bullshit.” Raph crossed his arms, “I would’ve noticed. Casey, did you ever notice?”

Casey met Raph’s gaze, completely silent.

“Right, nevermind.”

Donnie and April were able to hold out on the lie for almost forty-five minutes. Raph tried to catch Donnie by making him use his hands to twirl his bō or juggle, but Donnie had prepared for that inevitability.

In the end, it was actually Casey who called him out.

“Oh! They’re lying.” Casey grinned, “Gotcha, nerd!” He slammed his phone down, showing them a picture taken a few months back. It was a selfie of Casey and the guys, with Donnie waving in the background, clearly three-fingered.

April and Donnie burst out laughing. They ignored the rude names shouted at them as they leaned on one another, gasping for air.

“You fucking gaslit us!” Leo slapped his shell, “You bastard!”

“I felt like a piece of shit!” Mikey screamed, “I thought I’d missed something huge!”

“I’m going to drown you.” Raph rubbed his face, “I’m going to end your fucking life.”

Donnie was crying.

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In the end he showed them the prosthetics, showing off how he’d synced them to match the movements of his other fingers and revealed just how long he’d been working on this particular prank. He also promised April a favor of her choice for making it even better.

Mikey shoved cake in his face.

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Get fuckin pranked assholes

-Monster Anon

hahh thats adorable !! thank you

#nnstuff #ask #teenage mutant neglected turtles #neglected fic #tmnt donnie #farmhouse arc

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jpechacek · 2 years

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and one of the four living creatures gave to the seven angels seven golden bowls full of the wrath of God who lives forever and ever

#art #illustration #revelation #apocalypse #angel

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graceandpeacejoanne · 1 year

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Revelation 15: The Sea of Glass Flickering Red

After John took in the angels, he saw the glassy sea spread out beneath or before them, and a scene of worship and adulation. #Revelation15 #BowlsofGodsWrath #GlassySea

Johns vision at the beginning of Chapter 15 opens with seven angels arrayed before him, each holding a πληγή | plēgē, translated as a ”blow” or a “stroke,” such as the blow of an axe or the strike of lightning. Plēgē can also be translated as “plague” or “calamity.” Perhaps all these meanings were in John’s mind as his eyes widened at the scene. After John took in the angels, he saw the glassy…

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#final judgment #god&039;s righteousness #God&039;s Wrath #Revelation 15 #revelation 15:1-4 #sea of glass #seven angles #seven bowls of wrath

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nyxnightshade1332 · 1 year

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Expectations When Expecting (Prologue)

Chapter 7

Chapter 8:

It was an ungodly hour (which for her was anything before seven)when she shot up out of the bed, rushing to the bathroom. Since before the sun came up, she'd been positioned over the toilet bowl, hating everything.

She was shaking and struggling to breathe with the intense waves of nausea that overtook her frail body. She was entirely unaware of how long she'd been there. She groaned, feeling the temperatures drop to freezing, telling her that there was currently a ghost behind her.

"Hehehe..." Came the eerie giggle of a ghost, making her gag again.

"Not in the mood... ugh." She weakly stated. Whoever was there remained quiet for a moment before an awkward apology was muttered.

"We, uh... we wanted to remind you that your cleaning duties started soon. Should we come back, or?"

"Gimme a few minutes..." She grumbled, turning to watch the three sheepish ghosts leave her to her mistery. It took them about three minutes before she heard a panicked yelp from Grim and she groaned aloud.

"Really?!"

Only slightly before she felt okay enough to walk, she had to get up from her spot and yell at the troublemakers. The ghosts floated sheepishly while Grim huffed, avoiding eye contact.

"Boys... It's early and you've already managed to set something on fire! What is wrong with you?!" She growled.

"Hmph! Well ya can't blame me! We gotta get rid of those things for good!"Grim shrunk slightly at the sheer strength of her menacing aura, flinching when she gave an annoyed growl.

The tense atmosphere seemed to dispel rather quickly when the creaking of the ramshackle dorm's door cut through the air like a knife.

"Good morning, Miss Yuu. Did you sleep well?" A familiar posh tone resounded, the school's resident bird-man slinking through the open door, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere.

"Not at all! When I sprawled out on the bed, the mattress fell right through the frame! Exactly how ramshackle IS this dorm? And worse yet, I got woken up by ghosts!" Grim complained.

"I slept great! If you call waking up at god-knows-when to the most horrible feeling in the world." She snapped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"A-ah! Well, it's understandable given your circumstances. I suppose it's only natural, after all! I've brought you both food, if you're up for it!" Crowley lifted a bag, a peace offering to quell her wrath.

"Now! Let us move on and discuss your assignment for today." He stated, showing off the plates of food that he'd bought for her and Grim. It was a classic school lunch from her middle school. Two small, very drowned maple pancakes, a carton of milk, a strawberry yogurt with granola and an apple. It was meager, but still, better than nothing.

She sighed in defeat, sitting down. "Thank you for this. I'm sorry if I get a little scary... Mood swings and all." She grabbed a yogurt cup from the three that Crowley had set on the table, peeling off the aluminum cover.

"Ah! Yes, of course! Because I am a thoughtful headmage, I have also brought you some bananas and ginger tea, given my assumption of morning sickness being a potential struggle." He stated, setting a warm foam cup down in front of her, and a banana. Yuu's eyes widened at the surprisingly thoughtful act, tears slightly forming in her eyes.

"Thank- thank you." She looked down, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes before they could cascade down her cheeks. She added the crunchy granola into her yogurt cup, mixing it thoroughly as she had during her youth. She grabbed the plastic spoon, scooping the pink strawberry yogurt into her mouth, letting the flavor linger in her mouth. She'd been craving strawberries.

After a moment, she looked up at Crowley, who was smiling in amusement at her. "Shall we go over what your tasks are now, Miss Yuu?"

"Yes, of course." She responded, ignoring the loud slurping sounds that came from her gremlin of a cat.

Crowley cleared his throat, before beginning. "Your job today is to clean the campus." Yuu choked on a pancake. "That said, the campus is vast, and without magic, it'd be quite the Herculean task to clean it all.

Therefore, today I'll have you focus on the area spanning from the front gates to the library." He finished, sliding the milk carton to a still coughing Yuu.

She took it gratefully, taking a gulp. Once the coughing subsided, she looked up. "You could have started with that first, my god." She gasped out.

"Apologies." Crowley chirped, not too apologetically. "Additionally, Miss Yuu... I do expect that you'll keep a close eye on Grim, lest he cause another incident like yesterday." He finished. She looked up at him, sighing. So I have two jobs. Great.

"Alright, fine. But I can't promise too much, you hear?" She gave in.

"Do not fail me. You may take your lunch in the cafeteria. I eagerly await the fruits of your labor." Crowley stated as Grim's ear twitched, making him look up.

"I ain't cleanin' nothin'!" The cat monster huffed. "I'm here to study magic so I can be blastin' off spells left and right! Like BAM! POW! FWOOM!" He announced. Yuu narrowed her eyes, and spoke in a flat, stern voice. A warning.

"Now, Grim. You're helping me clean. End of discussion."

"Yipes!" Grim flinched at her glare.

"Okay!" She stood, grabbing her banana. "Let's just head to the front gate for now." Grim gave an indignant huff, complying nonetheless. This was going to be a long day.

Chapter 9

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twst #preg!mc #nyx nightshade #twst oc #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland prologue #twst crowley

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Seven Sin Tribe AU: The Start of Fizzmodeus (Part I)

(Two little Greed Imps stumbled themselves into the Lust Rainforest for the first time)

(In this world, Fizz does have his limbs, but he doesn’t have his horns still. So instead, his limbs are painted to look like his robotic limbs)

In the farthest distance of the Greed Outback, the ruler, King Mammon, has chosen his newest figure for his brand mark. An imp named Fizzarolli. He had shown him great use of his prowess and abilities when he went through Mammon’s annual Clown Trail. He was able to make the other Outback citizens happy, and make Mammon proud. Fizz was so honored that he gets to be working for his king, a dream of his since he was a child, and he wants to be perfect for him. What could happen?

Many years later…

Fizzarolli: *looking at the distance of the Greed Outback at their tent’s entrance* Can you believe it, Blitz. This is gonna be my seventh year in a row to be Mammon’s brand mark! I am so pumped

Blitz, Fizzarolli’s best friend, was sitting at the center of their tent, cooking some food for them on an open fire

Blitz: Yup. Still couldn’t believe it. Buuut…Isn’t this Clown Trail thing getting a little old for you? I mean, how many times was it again? Six or seven years in a row and not once have you lost? Don’t you think you might get tired of this?

Fizzarolli: *steps away from the entrance* How could I be tired of this? I love this job. I have everything I could ever wanted. This life, protection, fame throughout all of Hell! How could I not be tired of winning the annual Clown Trials?

Blitz: I’m just saying, Fizz. I’ve seen other demons drooling all over you like panting dogs *pours some food into a wooden bowl and hands it Fizz* And I know how much you hated those creepy fans that tried to sniff anything you touched

Fizzarolli: Well…Yeah, but…*sighs* I dunno…I just wanna be perfect

Blitz: *gets himself a bowl of food* Fizz, who said you have to be perfect? There’s no such thing as a perfect being. There could be a perfect object, like the perfect spear or a watering hole, but never a perfect demon. Remember that, ok

Fizzarolli: *smiles at him* Yeah. I guess you’re right

Blitz: *smiles* Come on. Let’s eat before the food gets cold, and I put a lot of shit into cooking this

Fizz chuckled as they started to eat their meals. Later on, they both took a wonder around the Outback. Blitz brought along any weapons in case they got into trouble with the Greed Outback predators or any other animal that could attack them. Fizz may not be a fighter, but he is flexible enough to either get away or make the predator lose interest in him. They’d make a perfect duo

Blitz: *takes out a telescope and looked through the horizon* Hmm…Looking good *puts it away* Lets go

The two imps then ran throughout the Outback

Fizzarolli: Um, hey, Blitz? Remind me what we’re doing again?

Blitz: Exploring. Wondering if we ended up in the Gluttony Jungle or near the shores of the Envy Oceans. Ooh! Or the Wrath Desert

Fizzarolli: But why though? We always stick around in the Outback

Blitz: Yeah, but it’s becoming so boring. Figured I want to be in a place where you and I can get our adrenaline pumping in something new. Plus, you seem to be needed a break from this clown bullshit

Fizzarolli: Wha-? I-! Well- Yeah, actually. I do need a break

Blitz: See? I gotcha dude. Now, if we kept going towards the south east, we’d might be able to get to a perfect place to start our adventure

Fizzarolli: Hmm…Yeah. You know what? Yeah! Let’s fucking do it!

Blitz: There he is! There’s that confidence and thirst for adrenaline!

They both high five and continued going through the Greed Outback. They both worked together to get through the rough terrains of the Outback as they went to find something, or anything, new. Blitz once almost fell through a chasm, but luckily they brought rope and a hook for them to climb up with. After that, they took a quickly water break. They took out their canteen filled with fresh water and they both take a small sip of it, so that they can still have enough to go through the journey

Fizzarolli: …Ugh…Blitz…We’ve been walking for hours…Should we take a break? It’s so fucking hot out…

Blitz: *wipes some sweat off his face* You know what? A break sounds like a good idea. Let’s find some shade to rest in

Fizzarolli: *looks around* Uhh…Oh! I spot some trees. Maybe we can lie around over there

They both ran out to the trees and they both collapsed at the cool shade

Both: *relaxed sigh*

Blitz: *stretched his arms and lay on his back* This is so much better

Fizzarolli: *laying on his stomach* Agree. Glad we found some just in time before we heat up

Blitz: *looked at the trees and noticed something* Yeah…*sat up and squints his eyes to noticed something with the trees’ leaves* Hey, Fizz?

Fizzarolli: Yeah, B?

Blitz: Don’t these leaves look a bit……blue-ish to you?

Fizzarolli sat up and looked up at the trees and other plants around it, noticing that they’re all also blue

Fizzarolli: Uhh…*touched a shrub leaf and looked up in front of him with his eyes widen*…Blitz…? *points to what’s in front of them*

Blitz looked and sees a more blue plants in front of them. He looked to the left and to the right and he sees more of these plants that looked like it goes on forever

Blitz: Fizz…I think we’re at the entrance of…of the Lust Rainforest

Fizz’s jaw dropped. They both had stumbled at the entrance of a new environment of Hell; The Lust Rainforest. This is a place where most animals and demons live, in a cool and somewhat secluded, but peaceful place. For these two, this is brand new. They’ve never left the Greed Outback, and the Lust Rainforest just happens to be the perfect start to their new adventure. But…they’re both also very nervous. Mostly Fizzarolli, who never left home, and is always on Mammon’s watch

Blitz: *takes a deep breath* Ok. Ok, ok, ok. We can handle this, Fizz. Just go inside, look around, maybe bring back some food, and see where the rest of the day takes us. Simple, right?

They both looked at the distance of the Lust Rainforest entrance with thoughts racing in their minds, telling them to either head back or head into the new environment

#helluva boss #seven sin tribe AU #seven sins #seven deadly sins #hb fizzarolli #hb blitzo #hb asmodeus #hb mammon #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss mammon #Beelzebub mentioned #LONGEST story post ever

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ch.5 - If I Can't Love Her

"Now when I said 'invite her to dinner', I didn't mean demand her attendance!" The former footman stood in the main dining room, across the table from a porcelain woman and wooden, ticking man, who stood by the fireplace.

Cogsworth, the former head of the household, shook his head as he ticked angrily at Lumiere. "You shouldn't have encouraged this at all. How is she supposed to fall in love with him now? After that mess of an introduction?" As he continued to scold, the ticking continued, completely involuntary. "It would have been better if she hadn't found us at all!"

"Now, Cogsworth." The porcelain woman spoke. Mrs. Potts' pale frame was curved and smooth, and her skin was entirely made of porcelain. Her body resembled a piece of fine china, and what would've been her hair, was pulled back into a cap-like lid of a sugar bowl. She was once the head of the kitchens, and now she resembled an ornament of the cupboards. Though her body may have been fragile, her spirit was anything but.

"We've never had a chance like this. In all these years, no one has ever walked through those doors. Especially beautiful young women!" She placed her gold leaf hands on her "hips". "His highness may have engaged in," She paused. "...frivolous activities, but I wouldn't expect him to try to woo the old man. Would you?"

Both Lumiere and Cogsworth refrained from answering, and Mrs. Potts continued.

"Now I know we're all scared. But we can't give up hope. I won't allow myself to give up, not until I hear the sound of my. boy's laughter as he runs through these halls again." She sighed. "I have a good feeling about this girl! Just go and speak with her, she is absolutely-"

The doors to the dining room swung open with a chill, dousing every flame on each candle in the room.

"Where is she?"

The Beast arrived just in time for dinner.

"Your Highness!" Cogsworth cheerily welcomed Beast as he crept into the room. The man of wax frantically began re-lighting the candles as he watched his master inspect the meal choices laid out on the table for that evening, quickly choosing to divulge and distract his master with the food.

"You're just in time! The cook has prepared an extraordinary menu for tonight. He's prepared a marvelous ham, doused in honey and fruits, as well as four different types of soups, a tasting of swan, foie gras, seven different servings of pie, creme puddings, custard, and-"

"I said, where is she?"

In order to avoid the wrath of his master's temper, Cogsworth shifted gears and switched his attention to the missing guest.

"Ah, yes, the girl-"

"Belle."

"R-Right..." Cogsworth wrung his bronze hands together. "I shall go see about her, yes?"

Without waiting for a response, he quickly slipped out of the room to check on their guest, while he prayed that Mrs. Potts and Lumiere could manage to stall the master, before things got out of hand.

The Beast circled the table before choosing to anxiously pace in front of the fire. His interaction with The Enchantress definitely shook hi up, and made him more restless than usual. He had to try harder to break the spell, he'd decided.

Mrs. Potts spoke up. She'd practically raised the boy, and because of this, she felt ever so guilty that she didn't discipline him more. Perhaps if she'd been more strict with him, he wouldn't have treated Feya the way he did. Perhaps he'd be more loving and kind and not, well, a monster.

"Try to be patient, dear. She's been through a lot today. This is all new to her, and it may take some time for her to adjust." Her tone was calm and reassuring, as she did her best to reignite some hope within The Beast.

But Lumiere decided to finally voice his concerns. "But we don't have time! The rose is wilting much faster than we expected, and at this rate, we'll be dead by Christmas!"

At that last comment, Mrs. Potts shot him a look.

From his looming silence, The Beast spoke. "It's no use!" Though it was a loud statement, it wasn't in anger. It was of heartbreak and desperation. "She's so beautiful and I'm so..." He looked down at his claws. "Well, look at me!" His voice was filled with pain as he faced the reality of their situation. "How am I supposed to make her love me when just the sight of me scares her away?"

While the prince had indulged in love affairs in the past, they weren't truly out of love. There was always something to gain; riches, fame, lust... And especially with The Enchantress, Feya. That's what had gotten him in this mess in the first place. The subject of true romantic love was a mystery to The Beast, and it was clear to him now that just his looks and riches wouldn't be enough to win Belle over.

But lucky for his prince, Lumiere was a romantic.

"You must show her there is nothing to be afraid of. Earn her trust, apologize for your mistakes, and speak from the heart. Take note of her interests, shower her in compliments-"

"But you must be sincere about it all. You must be truthful." Mrs. Potts chimed in.

"Oui! Don't just tell her how you feel- show her! Dress in your finest clothes to meet her, pull her chair for her.. You must-"

"Act like a gentleman! Straighten up, look your best, and above all-"

The Beast huffed and rolled his eyes. There was so much he had to remember. Too much, he thought.

"You must control your temper." Lumiere and Mrs. Potts said together. This would be the hardest task for their prince, and they knew it. But if they had any hope of being human again, they had to encourage him to try.

A curious thud interrupted the trio, and all turned to see that Cogsworth had returned from checking on their guest. It seemed he had attempted to arrive silently, but was given away by the creaks of the door.

"Well?" The Beast asked anxiously. "Where is she?"

Cogsworth was frozen in place, horrified of what was to come.

"...Who?" He replied quietly, in a moment of panic. When The Beast began to huff, he quickly retracted that question. "Oh yes! The girl! Well, actually," he began to stammer. "She is in the process of, um..."

The Beast began slowly walking toward the clock, anger rising with each step. As he got closer, the ticking man began to talk faster.

"She's...not coming."

Without a word of warning, The Beast shoved Cogsworth out of his way, and leapt up the stairs into the East Wing, with his band of loyal servants following in tow. They begged him to remember what they said, and to stay calm, only these pleas would be ignored, and followed up by a large banging on the door to the East suite.

"I thought I made it clear that dinner was not a request!" Beast shouted, absolutely furious that the door had been locked.

From behind it, Belle responded with as much sass as he'd offered her. "I thought I made it clear that I'm not hungry."

He growled. "I am the Lord of this castle! I will tell you when you are hungry and when you will eat! And you-"

"Don't be ridiculous!" She snapped. "You can't go around ordering people to be hungry. It doesn't work like that!" Even though she hadn't eaten since that morning, Belle refused to let him win this one. She only prayed his animal-like ears couldn't hear her stomach growling.

When Lumiere, Mrs Potts, and Cogsworth finally caught up to him, the man of wax tapped his arm and whispered, "Please try. Now is your chance!"

A low, frustrated growl escaped his throat as The Beast tried to collect himself. "I am going to ask one more time." Though he meant it as a sincere statement, it came off as a warning, to which Belle did not take kindly.

"Would you...be so kind...as to please join me..." His voice began to soften. "...for dinner?"

As he eagerly awaited her response, he placed his ear up to the door and heard a sigh as she made her decision.

And in a plain, sweet voice, Belle replied with a smile, "No, thank you."

This, as to be expected, set off Beast's temper, as he banged on the door once more.

"You can't stay in there forever!" He demanded, to which she responded with banging on her side of the doors.

"Oh, yes I can!"

In a fit of rage and frustration, a new rule was decided for his guest prisoner's fate. He huffed in defeat, but that didn't mean she had the last word.

"Fine. If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all." He turned to his frightened head-of-household. "No one is to see her. Is that clear?"

"But-" Mrs. Potts started to argue, but she knew her prince's temper well. And she would be of no use to Belle if she were in pieces.

Cogsworth sighed. He had no choice but to obey his prince's wishes, even if they were self-sabotaging.

"No one, your highness."

#beauty and the beast #beautyandthebeast #beauty and the beast retelling #fairytale retelling #beautyandthebeast fanfic #batb au #batb disney #beauty and the beast fic #batb

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bluesylveon2 · 1 year

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Omg!! Thank you so much for sharing your art with us <3 I would like to request Levihan, prompt 05 <3 thank you beautiful human

Hi anon! Sorry for the wait but it is here! First, let me apologize that it has been a year since I wrote Levihan, so the characters may be oc. I tried to capture how they were when I was into Levihan tho. I hope you like it!

Prompt 05. I’m a pro-athlete at a press conference and I make a comment to my buddy about you because I forgot my mic was on

Note: Modern au (Winter Olympics), fluff, potential for something more, fem Hange

Word count: 1k

Warning: not beta read, possible OC characters, and idk much about the Olympics besides what is on TV/TikTok

The infamous Ackerman siblings. Levi and Mikasa Ackerman, also known as the Monster Siblings, due to their "awakened" abilities the moment their blades touch the ice.

Two of the greatest Olympic skaters in this generation with a gold medal in ice dancing during their debut year. They even had more medals under their belt from other events.

Levi Ackerman was used to the attention. The lights and cameras took some getting used to at first. Now, seven years later, Levi could care less about them before their third Winter Olympics.

The same applied to his little sister, Mikasa, who typically kept a stoic face on camera except when she won. Of course, this meant the world had nothing better to do than get into the sibling's business. Especially now, after their recent win and the gold medals to prove it is shining around their necks.

"Question for Levi, when are you thinking about retiring?"

Levi's face remained stoic, but he wanted to groan in annoyance. Luckily, for Mikasa's sake, he refrained from it. "Not thinking about it. Next question."

The reporter looked away and turned to Mikasa to address it. Mikasa smiled before rambling on about whatever her answer was. Levi leaned back and internally thanked his sister before letting his eyes wander through the crowd.

There was a tall guy with a horse-like face, another guy with the ugliest bowl cut Levi had ever seen, and a woman eating a plain potato.

Seriously, who let her in her? Levi grimaced as the crumbs fell on the floor. He mentally made a note to increase security for the next press conference and clean that up later. Levi's eyes wandered some more as Mikasa continued about today's performance.

There was a very tall guy with blond hair covering his eyes, a woman with short banana-blonde hair, and another woman. who had-

"The most shittiest glasses I have ever seen."

Many eyes turned to face Levi, including the woman who had the supposed "shitty glasses." His eyes widened slightly as the woman's eyes met his. The woman was not the only person wearing glasses, but her oval-shaped glasses stood out to him for some reason. They were due for a cleaning, too, and Levi had to stop himself from wiping it with his handkerchief. Instead, Levi mentally prepared herself to face the stranger's wrath but was met by the woman grinning wildly. Meanwhile, Mikasa turned to see who her brother was looking at and the woman, connecting two and two together. She cleared her throat and spoke into the mic.

"What my brother means is that everyone here has nice glasses. He has a shitty way of expressing it." She said with a closed-eyed smile. Despite his sister not looking angry, Levi could sense it from where he sat.

Levi sighed and took a sip of his earl grey tea nearby.

This was going to be a long day.

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Hange scribbled down her notes gleefully as she reflected on her day. First, her puppies, Sawney and Bean, were the most absolute angels she had ever met. Then she met up with her co-workers to head to the Olympics. Finally, she was noticed by Levi Ackerman. The most famous ice skater of the century! Sure, she was noticed in an abnormal way, but Hange did not mind. Her favorite celebrity acknowledged her, and it could not get any better than that.

"We are going to head out, Hange," Erwin said, and Hange smiled.

"I'm just finishing up, so you can go ahead. See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!" Nanaba replied, and Mike nodded before leaving.

The center hall was silent, minus a few voices around here and there. Hange was on her last note when she heard footsteps heading closer in her direction.

"Oi, Shitty Glasses."

Hange could not hide her smile, practically ignoring his insult. "Levi! Nice to meet you! My name is Hange. Do you need something?"

Levi shuffled around awkwardly like he was contemplating what to say. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I should not have said that for the cameras to hear."

Hange laughed loudly. "It's alright. I was not offended. I was happy that you acknowledged me, though. You are one of my favorite athletes in the Games."

Levi's mouth curled up slightly. "Thanks. I appreciate that. Just don't let my sister know, or else she might do something about it."

Hange moved her fingers along her mouth and threw the imaginary zipper to the ground. "Don't worry, that will be safe with me."

"Thanks. There is something I want to do before I head back to the Village."

"What's that?"

Levi held his hand out. "Hand me your glasses."

"Okay…" Hange replied in confusion as she fulfilled Levi's request. She watched Levi pull a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wipe it along her lenses. Hange heard rumors of Levi being a clean freak, but seeing it in person amazed her. Levi meticulously cleaned and often held it to the light to ensure no dust remained. He returned the glasses back to her once he was satisfied.

"Here. Make sure you maintain it, or else you won't be able to see."

"Thanks, Levi." Hange placed the glasses back on her, and her eyes widened in amazement. "Woah! Everything looks so much clearer now! It's like those commercials!"

Levi's smile grew a millimeter bigger. "Don't sing the song. But I have a question to ask before I go."

"Shoot."

"I have a free skate coming up. You can watch it if you want as an apology for earlier. I can even set you up with seats that are close by. You will just be sitting with my sister."

Hange grinned from ear to ear. "YES, YES, I WILL DO THAT!"

"Good." Levi dug inside his pocket again and handed Hange a slip of paper. "Here is my number. Just text me later, and I can send you the details."

Hange grabbed the paper and stuffed it in her purse. "Thanks, Levi." She glanced at her watch and shot Levi an apologetic look. "I need to get home to check on my pups. See you later, Levi!" Hange yelled as she ran off and waved goodbye.

Levi only waved back as he watched her move farther away, his heart beating a mile a minute for some reason. "See you later, Hange."

Disclaimer:Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha.

#levihan #levi x hange #levihan fanfiction #levihan drabble #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman #hange zöe

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shatteredhope123 · 8 months

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Brian interacts with Jeremy

After a week of training with Brian, she was enjoying the training, Brian had met with Vesper to report Lavender's progress "Vesper she's doing well with my training" Brian told him "I'm glad that my daughter is doing well with the training, seven is the perfect age for this training because she's still growing" Vesper said as he read some paperwork, he was getting frustrated at the paperwork which Brian noticed but didn't comment on it "you may go now Brian" Vesper said quickly so Brian immediately nodded and left, he wasn't willing to incur Vesper's wrath, it was still early in the morning which gave Brian time to go for his morning run with Tim, he leaned on the wall while waiting for Tim, Tim finished eating his breakfast then got ready with Brian. The two went for their morning run they didn't mind being the second youngest members as they were still teenagers. After the morning run Tim went to his room while Brian started making breakfast for himself, Jeremy walked into the kitchen "A kid like you shouldn't be in a place like this" Jeremy told Brian "It was either join this hell or have Vesper kill me" Brian said as he was cutting some vegetables to make an omelet for himself. "Just try to keep yourself safe, Vesper is an abusive man with a bad temper who tends to take his attitude out on us," Jeremy said, he felt that Brian needed at least some of the same care he gives Lavender "I'm not some child, I don't need anyone looking out for me or caring for me" Brian looked up to glare at Jeremy, he didn't need anyone looking out for him especially not Vesper's right-hand man. "I can care for myself, no one was there for me when I was kicked out from home after my older sister died, no one was there from me when I got hurt while learning how to steal to survive" Brian said defensively, be didn't trust Jeremy at all "look kid you're part of Vesper's team and as a member of his team you have to get along and play nice, we care about each other so you are just going to have to deal with that" Jeremy said as he was slightly annoyed with Brian. Brian sighed a bit "I'll get used to it but I won't like it" Brian watched as Lavender came out of her room to make herself breakfast, Lavender tried reaching for the cereal but was too short so Jeremy got it down for her, she happily got a bowl and poured the cereal in then she happily walked away with the bowl of dry cereal, she was going to watch cartoons in the living room. Brian looked at Jeremy then looked at Lavender "what's with little miss no talk and her dry cereal?" He asked Jeremy "she can't have any dairy products as it makes her sick so she eats dry cereal and has to be kept away from cheese as it's her favourite thing" Jeremy told Brian, Brian nodded "want me to make you an omelet as well?" Brian slightly trusted Jeremy as he realized that Jeremy wasn't that bad if he cared for Lavender "An omelet sounds pretty good, I'll help you make it" Jeremy and Brian worked in comfortable silence after that to make two omelets, Brian thought that maybe he might fit in after all, maybe he could let Jeremy care about him in a similar way to the way Jeremy cared for Lavender.

#ninjago oc #not quite lavender #i wanted something mostly sweet before getting to some angst

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mybeautifulchristianjourney · 11 months

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The Song of Moses and the Lamb

1 Then I saw in heaven another marvelous event of great significance. Seven angels were holding the seven last plagues, which would bring God’s wrath to completion. 2 I saw before me what seemed to be a glass sea mixed with fire. And on it stood all the people who had been victorious over the beast and his statue and the number representing his name. They were all holding harps that God had given them. 3 And they were singing the song of Moses, the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb:

“Great and marvelous are your works, O Lord God, the Almighty. Just and true are your ways, O King of the nations. 4 Who will not fear you, Lord, and glorify your name? For you alone are holy. All nations will come and worship before you, for your righteous deeds have been revealed.”

The Seven Bowls of the Seven Plagues

5 Then I looked and saw that the Temple in heaven, God’s Tabernacle, was thrown wide open. 6 The seven angels who were holding the seven plagues came out of the Temple. They were clothed in spotless white linen with gold sashes across their chests. 7 Then one of the four living beings handed each of the seven angels a gold bowl filled with the wrath of God, who lives forever and ever. 8 The Temple was filled with smoke from God’s glory and power. No one could enter the Temple until the seven angels had completed pouring out the seven plagues. — Revelation 15 | New Living Translation (NLT) Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved. Cross References: Exodus 15:1; Exodus 19:18; Exodus 38:21; Exodus 40:34; Leviticus 26:21; Numbers 1:50; Deuteronomy 32:3; Psalm 86:9; Isaiah 66:23; Daniel 10:5; Revelation 1:13; Revelation 1:18; Revelation 4:6; Revelation 4:8; Revelation 5:8; Revelation 9:20; Revelation 21:11

#song of Moses and the Lamb #preparation #judgment #seven angels #seven plagues #God's Tabernacle #Revelation 15 #Book of Revelation #NLT #New Living Translation #Holy Bible #Tyndale House Foundation

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𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ,.., but you guys don't understand - as far as vampire lord's are concerned, turning someone is not just your run of the mill "i'm going to be turned by a vampire" moment. this is sacred. this is communion. you are looking at a creature that is near god-like. something that lives forever and has powers no mortal can quite comprehend. they are looking at you and deciding that you should also be gifted this power. god is holding out it's hand so that you may take it and walk along with it.part of this kind of interpretation for me is derived just from the fact that the volkihar's themselves were chosen by a god (deadra) and given this gift. they weren't changed by another lord. they weren't changed by just a vampire. they were brought into this eternal life by a god.

and what does god create? angels maybe? other beings of intense power? granted, i'm not here to really make the 'vampires are angels' argument. not today. because i do view vampire lords and sharing their powers more as gods creating other gods. viewing someone else as worthy. it's like in bg3 when ascended gale is willing to make you a god with him. to use his power to bless you and take you with him. every vampire lord in the volkihar castle is important, they were not chosen on a whim. most, i'd argue, were members of the court when the group of them were still human. but it was serana, harkon and valerica who were blessed, god-touched, and given the right to pass the same thing to others they saw as worthy.

and i'll draw that kind of ritual and mindset from midnight mass, specifically episode v, beth's monologue

"we know it from his own word, don't we sturge?" "whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life." "and i will raise them up on the last day, for my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink, and whomever eats my flesh and drinks my blood will REMAIN IN ME and i in them. and it's PRETTY SPECIFIC, isn't it? i mean he's not really mincing words, is he?" [riley referencing his wound from the sun: and this? is this Gospel?] "That's Revelation. The fourth Angel poured his bowl upon the sun and it was allowed to scorch men with fire. That is the thing about Jesus coming back to us, they told us from the start that it wouldn't be pretty. Monsignor Pruitt was shaken. Even him. But it's all right there in the book, Riley. The seven bowls of Gods wrath poured out on the second coming, the end of days. The fourth bowl upon the sun, the fifth bowl, since you asked, the fifth bowl of God's wrath plunges the world into darkness, which won't be an issue for you or for Monsignor, will it? Why, it is almost as if he is PREPARING YOU FOR THAT. You sit there BLESSED AMONG MEN smirking when I say 'God's will'."

and pruitt's thereafter to riley:

"but whoever you CHOOSE to enter communion with, whoever SERVES GOD'S PURPOSE for you, as you give of yourself for them to drink, as they eat of your body and drink of your blood and YOU OF THEIRS, and you are in the COMMUNION OF THE SAINTS remember. . . THAT IT IS A GIFT."

this. this is why we get the line from serana when she is the one who turns us where she says "this isn't like picking out a new outfit. turning someone is a very personal thing for us. it's intimate." because you're committing a very sacred act. you, as the vampire lord, have the power to give someone of your choice not just eternal life (even harkon can't help but say to you: "i offer you my blood, take it and walk a lion amongst sheep. it is but one gift-") but powers beyond their wildest dreams. you. who has that kind of ability outside of a literal god? no one. so you take part in ritual, in communion. a moment where consecrated blood and flesh is shared with another (which on it's own, is as sacred as having sex with someone) so that they may also be blessed.

i see this as how most "higher" vampires conduct themselves. looking specifically at vampires like actual high vampires in the witcher (not the how, the thought process), or elder/ancient/ascended vampires in baldur's gate, or others where they're not just your average 'vampire'. you don't just hand this out or create haphazardly and without regard. you treat this as the most sacrosanct moment. i'd even go so far as to say, most vampire lords would look at acts like what cazador did as the most sacrilegious thing you could do amongst their kind. you were using your power to create cattle. that is something baser vampires do. that is expected of lower level creatures, not of gods. and i do think harkon skirts the edge of that when he turns you as a dragonborn. on one hand he is still putting a high value on it, you are not only bringing his daughter back to him but also something he has been looking for, for ages and will bring him closer to his goal. while not to us, it's a very high price to him. on the other hand, it isn't an intimate moment at all. he just rips into you in front of the court, of who will never say anything against their lord. the intimacy is lost, that intimacy that serana clings to. and it's done very quickly, a decision made without much thought or time to process. it's another acknowledgement of how far gone he is, focusing on this prophecy instead of the tenets of his kind and of the very god he serves.

all this to say, serana is not this way. she views this the way the rest of vampire lordship views it. it is her gift of godhood. you will not have it upon a whim. it is only given to those that want it (maybe in moments of desperation only for someone she is extremely bonded to) and those who she has the intention of spending eternity with. while they'd have the choice to leave, she always wants to give someone a choice, she is usually giving it to someone who is either her close friend or lover who she'd be with often. she will always view it as a gift, not a curse.

#META.

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