A couple like the Beauty and the Beast Trope, but you don't truly which is which
In one side, one have a terrifying appearance and the other is well know for their beauty
But on the other hand...
The abominable one is good at heart, even if they are hated by their looks
While the fair one is a dreaded villain with awful feats, loved by their charming personality and stunning features
Because of this, both of them think the other is the 'Beauty', believing themselves the 'Beast' and unworthy of their beloved
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Nightmare
Hilda fanfic
Another nightmare for Erik. I do like playing around with the surreal-ness of them. One-shot.
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“Go on. Tell them, Ahlberg. Tell them you lied. You made the whole story up to get attention, because nobody likes you!” Jeremy’s accusation rang out, bringing a hot flush to Erik’s cheeks. He dared not lift his head as he stood, trembling, before the entire schoolyard.
“Tell them you never deserved that medal.”
Erik’s jolted upright, the second accusation knifing deeper than the first. How did Jeremy know he’d deliberated riled the Trolls - provoked them to attack the city he’d sworn to protect? How could he know what he’d done?
It was not the schoolyard before him, but all of Trolberg. A vast crowd, staring up to where he stood, alone on the stage where they’d presented his medal. This time, all those faces didn’t fill Erik with giddy elation, but with the same fear that had gripped him all those years ago. He’d been caught.
Erik looked about desperately for his deputy. She always knew what to do. She would get them out of this sticky situation. “Gerda? Help.” There she was, suddenly, standing at his shoulder. But his plea fell on a stone-cold expression. Gerda said not a word, but turned her back and walked away.
“No, please! Gerda, don’t leave me alone up here.”
“TELL THEM.”
It was not Jeremy that accused him now. The voice was familiar, but deeper. The same voice he’d heard in the vision, calling out his name. Behind the crowd, she stood, towering over them. The Troll’s mother. His mother.
She stepped forward, shrinking as she strode through the crowd, her face still carved of stone, but the features became clearer as she approached. Not kind. Not the loving face Erik knew, always there to tell him none of this was his fault. Nothing ever was. No, her features were twisted with utter disgust.
Erik raised his hands as he took a stumbling step back. “Mo-mother?”
She grabbed a fistful of his shirt, lifted him clear from the ground, and slammed him up against the wall behind. Erik gasped. Not only from the force of the blow, but the shock. His mother had never laid a hand on him before.
“Tell them.”
The crowed stared, expectant. As what she wanted from him dawned, tears sprung to Erik’s eyes. They would all know! They’d know he’d lied, they’d know he’d put them in all in danger. And worse, they’d know he’d made a desperate, pathetic grasp for their praise, love and affection.
She had never hurt him, but in that moment, Erik knew she would not relent until she’d wrung the truth from him. “Mother, please, don’t make me…” he begged, voice splitting, “I can’t!”
“If you won’t speak, I will reveal you to them as the man you really are.”
She raked her nails down his chest, tearing his clothes to tatters, stripping him bare. Unheeding of his pleas, she clawed one hand, then the other across his body, again and again and again, cutting his flesh to ribbons. And all of Trolberg saw him revealed. Not only for what he’d done, but his mother cut him deeper still. Through the layers of deceit, past the stories of doom, and the grandiose speeches that promised Safety Patrol, and its illustrious leader, as Trolberg’s heroic saviour.
“Mother, please, stop…”
Erik collapsed to his knees, whimpering, hugging his flayed chest together. But it was too late. Every eye had bored deep inside, seen past the deception and frustration to the fear and desperation which had driven him. Seen deep inside to the scared, unlovable, ugly soul, desperate to be seen as something it knew it could never be. They’d seen him for who he truly was, and they would never love him now.
Erik awoke, not violently, but with a faint, wrenching sob. He curled up on himself, and scrunched up tight, covering all his mother had stripped bare. Until, slowly, he realised it had been nothing but another dream. Another in the string of nightmares, waking him since his actions at the wall. Despite his safety, no longer in danger of being outed, despite no hope of falling back asleep, he stayed knotted in his covers for a long time.
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Becky doing teen angst things as wordgirl but the fair city citizens take it way too seriously and the villains have to step in to calm them down.
Pretty Princess episode got cancelled? Wordgirl is floating in the center of the town with Huggy, Violet, and Scoops, loudly complaining about how this is the first sign the world is ending. City goes into a panic. Food Pyramid is hanging out together and are confused at why everyone is running and screaming, thinking it’s a fellow villain until someone screams “WORDGIRL SAID WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!”
They go to check out what happened. They are, collectively, annoyed and disappointed that their relax day was disturbed over Wordgirl effectively just pouting.
They scold her for causing a panic. She feels bad but will not admit it in front of the villains, who are embarrassing her in front of her friends, so she’s just like “ughhh you guys are ruining my life!!”
The onlookers are confused. They assume that the villains are doing something diabolical to WG even though they’re just standing there. Panic increases
Yknow when you’re at your friends house and they start arguing with their parents? Thats Violet and Scoops rn except they’re surrounded by the city literally going into chaos around them
After a large thing crashed down next to them and scares the living hell out Violet, Scoops, and Huggy (the others do not react and just look at it like spilled water or smthn) WG finally agrees to retract her complaining “ughhhhhh fine I guess i’ll go on a public broadcast to stop the city from killing itself 🙄 doesn’t bring back PPMPPH though.”
Everyone goes back to their day. Violet and Scoops yet again wonder why being friends with Becky has to be so strange. The end.
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