#frozen fanfiction idea

[kryptonianheroao3]

Guys why are the Phoebe Spengler fics on Ao3 slowing down 😭😭😭

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

so a lil blurb for that ohara!frozen au i was thinking of

@ace-and-sleepdeprived @darksidescorner @hoe-bie @spidey-bie @i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit @skullghoulz @sp1derw1re @spiderxpawz @thecrowandtherose @the-cat-and-the-birdie @gltzpzy @desb3ar @fancylala4

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Miguel raised his eyebrow, trying to understand what Gabriel and Dana were asking of him. "Um, wait I'm sorry I'm confused, could you repeat that?"

Gabriel smiled even more as he started rambling excitedly, Dana holding onto his arm. "Well, we haven't worked out the kinks of it ourselves and we'd need a couple of days to plan the ceremony and of course, there's gonna be empanadas and ice cream and wait-" he stopped for a moment and looked to Dana with the same giddy smile. "Are we gonna live here?"

Miguel's eyes slightly widened as alarm bells rang in his mind frantically. "Here?"

Dana giggled and squealed, Miguel cringing at how annoying her voice sounded. She shared the same tone of excitement, but for some reason, it didn't feel genuine. "Absolutely!"

Miguel tried to interject desperately, failing to do so. "Gabriel I-"

"Oh and we can invite your whole family to stay and of course we'll have enough space for them and-"

"Gabriel stop, slow down," Miguel said, stopping Gabriel's rambling before he could finish. "No one's family is staying here, and no one is getting married."

Gabriel's smile disappeared. "What?"

"Can I speak to you?" Miguel asked. "Alone?"

Gabriel pursed his lips. "No. You can say whatever you want to the both of us."

Miguel sighed, rubbing his temples before speaking. "Fine. You can't marry a woman you just met."

"You can if it's true love."

Miguel scoffed, almost laughing because of the naïve response his brother gave him. "Really? And what do you know about so-called true love?"

Gabriel furrowed his brow in slight frustration. "More than you. All you know how to do is shut people out."

Miguel's expression changed from condescending to mildly shocked. He was able to keep his composure for that moment. "You asked for my blessing, but my answer is no."

Then, that annoying little brat Dana had to chime in. "Your Highness if you could just-"

"No I don't think I will and I think you should leave. The party's over. Guards, close the gates."

Gabriel's eyes widened in disbelief. He was not going to lose his one chance of finally being with someone who loved him after being cut off from everything else in his life, especially his family. He shook his head and pursued Miguel, grabbing his hand. It took off the glove on it instead, leading to his older brother quickly trying to retrieve it.

"What the- Gabriel give me my glove!" "No Miguel!" Gabriel's loud yell caught the attention of multiple partygoers. His eyes looked like they were about to let out tears, glossy and watery. "Please, I can't live like this anymore."

Miguel felt guilt fill him, looking down. He knew how much this isolation had hurt both of them, but the pain in Gabriel's voice broke his heart. But this is for his own good, Miguel rationalized, looking back up. His facial expression became stern.

"Then leave."

He turned around, hugging himself protectively as Gabriel protested back at him. His voice was filled with resentment, something Miguel had never seen from his brother. "What did ever do to you?!"

"Enough Gabriel."

But he persisted, not showing any signs of backing down. "No why, why did you shut me out? Why did you shut the world out?"

"What are you so afraid of?!"

"I said ENOUGH!"

Miguel turned around and waved his arm out to the crowd, causing a large fence of thick, jagged ice to form on the floor. He gasped in horror when he saw the scene, looking up at Gabriel and the crowd to only see their shocked, horrified faces.

What have I done?

[freedomforthewin]

Do You Want To Build A snowman? (Part 1)

“Gale,” a young boy’s voice called out excitedly, his hand shaking his friend awake. “Gale! Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

“John, go to sleep,” Gale grunted tiredly at his best friend, who was now climbing onto Gale’s bed.

“I just can’t,” John said, his back collapsing against Gale’s body. “The sky’s awake,” he said, dramatically laying his hand against his forehead and switching hands as he continued speaking, “so I’m awake. And so I have to play!” he finished, waving his hands in front of him.

“Go play by yourself.” Gale pushed John off the bed. John landed on the floor with a thud. John frowned, thought for a moment, and then came up with an idea. He stood up and leaned closer to his best friend.

“Do you want to build a snowman?” he tempted, a mischievous smile on his face. That did the trick. Gale opened his eyes, smiling.

John put on socks, boots, snowpants, gloves, and a jacket. Gale put on all of that as well, except for the gloves. He didn’t need the jacket either as the cold didn’t bother him, but he wore it to keep his clothes dry.

The two six-year-olds rushed down to the basement, where they wouldn’t wake anyone up.

“Do the magic! Do the magic!” John said, laughing. Gale waved his hands, a ball of snow surrounded by white light appearing in front of them. “Woah.” John watched, mesmerized.

“Ready?” Gale asked excitedly. John nodded. Gale’s hands sprung upwards and the magic shot towards the ceiling, forming a large cloud that was spreading across the length of the ceiling.

“This is amazing!” John exclaimed, as the snow fell around them, his hands stretching out as he ran around.

Gale chuckled. He waved his hands, making enough snow on the ground for them to play with.

They proceeded to build a snowman.

John also insisted that the snowman needed a friend, and so he decided to build a snow seal. Why a seal? Because, according to John, the snowman likes to have friends who are different from him, too. Gale just smiled and helped him build the snow seal.

Gale then built two snow forts, and the boys took their positions behind them, made a bunch of snowballs, and threw those snowballs at each other while ducking behind their respective forts.

Gale then built a playground slide with a ladder behind it, the whole thing made out of ice.

John was climbing the ladder of the slide when suddenly his foot slipped. He lost his balance and started to fall. Gale was on the ladder behind him and tried to quickly shoot out snow to catch him. However, Gale’s magic accidentally hit John in the head, and John fell to the ground, unconscious.

“John!” Gale jumped down from the ladder and rushed over to him to check on him. John didn’t stir. Instead, a small section of his hair turned white.

Gale freaked out and ran upstairs, waking up John’s parents, who were also Gale’s guardians.

Mr. Egan concernedly took John in his arms, and they all went to the car and drove to the cabin in the woods, which was the home of a witch doctor they had heard about.

Thankfully, the witch was able to heal John. She waved her hand across John’s head.

“He’s a lucky boy,” the witch said. “If you had brought him any later, we could have lost him for good.”

“He almost died?” Gale asked, shocked.

“Yes.”

Gale let out a small gasp and pressed his hand against his mouth. Mrs. Egan put her arm around Gale and pulled him closer to her.

“We know you didn’t mean to hurt him,” she tried to reassure him, but it was clear she was scared of what had almost happened.

“Nevertheless, we need to be careful about your powers,” Mr. Egan stated.

“Yes,” the witch agreed. “Having magic is a wonderful thing, but it can also be quite dangerous. Use caution, and then all will be fine.”

Gale nodded and looked at his still unconscious friend in concern.

“He’s fine now, but unfortunately, he will not remember that you have magic, as this magic is what hurt him,” the witch informed them.

“He won’t remember my powers?” Gale asked hesitantly.

“It’s for the best, Gale,” Mr. Egan said quietly.

Gale sighed.

They went home and laid John in his bed.

After they left John’s room, the adults told Gale that it was best they keep his magic a secret from John and that he must never let the magic show. Gale nodded numbly.

The next day, John saw Gale go into Gale’s room. John happily tried to go to him, but Gale quickly shut the door. John stared at the closed door, confused and hurt.

[asexual-hugger]

“Frozen Hearts:” You are one of the heirs to the royal family of the kingdom of Arendelle, and your parents are pressuring you into finding a suitor to keep their pristine reputation. Enter the dashing Prince Hans/Princess Hanna, a promising match from one of the neighboring kingdoms. However, your accidental encounter with a modest ice harvester with no royal blood, Kristoff/Krista (Kris) Bjorgman, blows all your family’s perfect plans right out of the frozen tundra. After all, a royal could never fall in love with a mere peasant…right? Gender-of-Choice MC and LIs.

Genres: Romance, Royal, Fantasy

[tiyasrocks]

The Reveal (Part 1)

(This is my first post on Tumblr. I’ve been a silent reader for a long time and recently came across the #exolvo thing. I fell in love with the whole Elsa and Anna being in Hogwarts concept and couldn’t stop myself from writing)

Constructive criticism is appreciated. 

THANK YOU 

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“Elsa, wait !”

Elsa runs faster than she ever has, heels clicking against the floor in loud clanks but the sound gets eclipsed by the hammering of her heart. A cold sweat breaks out on her brow and her brain feels like it’s developing running cramp all over it. Her gloveless hand is clutched against her chest in a desperate attempt to stop her powers from breaking free. 

Fear overrides any other emotions and it becomes impossible to try to exercise any control over her powers, frost spring out of her feet leaving an icy trail in her wake, as her weak legs take her to an unknown destination. 

 She doesn’t know where she is running to, or for how long, but when she does stop, she’s in the classroom at top of the astronomy tower. Elsa shuts the door behind her and clicks the lock into place as softly as she can. 

The classroom is empty, barely lit by the few green torches burning. Finally alone, Elsa slides against the door and collapses onto the ground, pulling the collar of her robe over her hair, shaking and clutching her head. 

She has failed yet again and now everyone knows she’s a monster. Including Anna. The deathly spikes she left behind were proof enough. She has seen the uncertainty flash across everyone’s eyes. The fear. 

She has avoided Anna for eight years, neglected the pain in her sister’s eyes every time she ignored her, has trained herself to not feel, numb the longing she felt for Anna. And for what ? For her to mess up and lose control anyway.

“ Elsa talk to me….please. ”

“ Anna leave me alone ! ” 

“ Yes ! That’s all you ever say to me. All you know is how to shut people out ! ”

“ Anna, enough. ”

“No!  Why do you shut me out !? Why do you shut the world out !? What did I ever do to you !? ”

“I said…..ENOUGH !”

That’s all it has taken, a small slip of control, a small argument, and she has almost impaled her sister. Her sweet, loving sister, who has only ever wanted to spend time with her, whose heart is too big to give up on Elsa even after being splintered by her absent older sister time and again. But now Anna will realise why she can’t be around Elsa, specially after seeing how dangerous Elsa is.  

Elsa’s heart breaks at the realisation. 

But no. Monsters don’t have hearts.

Elsa shakily rises on her legs, her body trembles at the effort. She’s tired. Oh so very tired. Tired of pretending, tired of hiding this huge secret that has brought her to her knees with it’s weight, tired of ruining Anna’s life over and over again.

She strides towards the balcony, and comes to a halt just before the glass door. Elsa lets out a shuddering breath as her eyes focus on her faint reflection on the glass, the night sky outside filling up the black spaces like an overlapping painting.

Elsa has never hated herself more before. 

Such a fake. A monster hidden behind a pretty face . Her blond hair tied into an impeccable bun as if it’d hide the mess she actually is. Someone who has caused only pain and suffering. Cursed. Someone who’s void of any feelings. Numb and Cold. Someone who can’t remember when she has truly been happy. Perfectly pitiful. 

Frost covers the glass. Wind howls and roars and answers to Elsa’s grief with a terrifying vigour. Her normally cold skin feels icy as she folds her trembling arms around her stomach as the urge to throw up overcomes her. Her vision wavers like a television with poor signal. All the dark and green and blue makes her brain hurt and eyes scream in agony.

 She lets out a feral scream and smashes the glass with her fist. It shatters and small pieces of it embeds into Elsa’s hands. Blood flows freely from a particularly large gash but she ignores it. 

It hurts. It hurts so much.

Good. 

Monsters deserve to be hurt. 

Elsa continues to spiral into a mindless string of self loath. It feels like she is sucked into an unforgiving twister, going tighter and tighter as time passes. The air becomes harsh to breath and the wind’s holler impossible to bear for her ear. In her head, she hears her parents screaming at her, watches as ice shoots from her hands and hits Anna, exactly like that night seven years ago. It has been at the young age of eight that it has occurred to Elsa what consequences of having powers can be and the first time she has ever become afraid of herself. Now, the fear has grown into hatred towards her powers and herself. 

Elsa begins to hastily untie her bun, blood from her hand sweeping into her hair. She is sweating all over and breathing heavily. Her blond hair falls over her shoulder in a messy French braid. Tear streaks run down her chin. She tries to rub them but a piece of glass stuck in her hand jabs her cheek. She doesn’t care. 

She looks down and sees hundreds of her reflection on the shattered glasses staring back at her. 

Her white hair is matted with beads of red on them, the dark circles under her eyes standing in sharp contrast against her pale skin. Blood covering the left side of her face from her bleeding cheek. Her eyes red and wide. It hit Elsa how easily she could be mistaken for a monster in this state. Or perhaps, seen for what she truly is. 

She picks a rather big piece of glass with two fingers. It fells so balanced and lethal and…..right in her hand. 

One slash. One slip and one mistake. The glass will go though that one point on her wrist and then she won’t have to fake anything ever again. She won’t have to pretend.

She will be free. 

Anna will be free. 

Just one slash. Just one. Jus-

Someone tries to open the door, finds it locked and knocks. 

Elsa lets out a gasp and slowly back away, letting out a little cry as she steps on the shattered glass. 

They try the door again upon hearing the voice. “Elsa, is that you ?”. It’s a female’s voice. Not Anna’s.

Elsa tries to slide the glasses out of her hands, but the blood has dried and now they are stuck, feeling heavy and brittle but still so right. She flicks her fingers and the bigger pieces fly across the room hitting the floor with a shatter. Elsa hears people leaping into action behind the door as they knock harder, begging for entrance. “Elsa ?” 

She hears the muttering of a spell, and sees as the door slowly slides open. Panicking Elsa chokes, “No! Don’t enter please “

The door opens nonetheless. Harry and Hermione stands just outside the room staring intently at the scene before them. The blood on the floor, on her hands, in her hair…

Elsa can’t look at them. She is standing on a mess of broken glass, shaking and bloody. Her robe fluttering in the icy storm.

Harry and Hermione enter and from the corner of her eyes, Elsa can see they are breathing heavily and sweating. They have probably been searching for her.

Why bother ?

They are better off without her anyway.

Hermione covers her lower face with her hands, both from horror and to protect herself from the cold, staring through her fingertips as blood continues dripping onto Elsa’s robe.

Harry lets out a breath, “Elsa, What…why ?”

Elsa wants to laugh. Why indeed ? She doesn’t know, it might be because she’s finally lost it, or maybe because it is hurting so much and she can’t take it anymore, or maybe because the repressing of emotions has ultimately driven her mad. 

She just wants it to end. 

Elsa looks at them with such hollowness in her eyes that Harry’s breath hitches. She is white, her eyes unfocused, and she looks past them without any emotion in her expression as if nothing is grasping her vision.

Hermione softens her voice as best as she can, “Arendelle, it’s okay. We can talk. We understand”

Elsa sees red, “Understand ?” She snarls, the wind picks up in speed and strength, “No, you understand nothing. None of you do. You don’t know what it’s like to carry a secret so huge it tears you down. You’ve no idea what it feels to be different, to question every minute of the day ‘why me ?’”

Harry wants to deny her claim then and there. Cause, he knows. He knows what it’s like to be different, to question why him ? But, the Elsa standing before them is not the smart and stoic witch who kept her emotions locked in a box with no keys. No, this Elsa is beyond reasoning, not emotionless but so filled with emotions that it’s threatening to shatter her like the broken glass laid so menacingly on the ground.  

“We don’t” Harry lies, “But, we can help. Let us help you please. Tell us what’s wrong ?”

Everything, Elsa thinks. All the spite she displayed only minutes ago vaporises, leaving behind someone who looks utterly tired and defeated. The howling wind comes to a jarring halt as snowflakes remain floating in the air. “……I only want to stop hurting”, she whispers. 

“What hurts ? Your hand ? We can-”

“I hurt my sister” Elsa’s voice carries like a soft breeze around the room. She glares so intently at her hands as if they are the reason for every problem in her life. 

Perhaps, they are. 

“Elsa, she’ll understand” Harry says softly even though he has no idea if it’s true. But, Anna is the kindest person he’s met so she will understand, right ?

“No. She won’t. She shouldn’t. I just keep on hurting her. Anna will be so much happier without me”

Silence. So much silence and the silence of no one knowing anything and no one knowing what to do. The silence of pity and ‘you’re pathetic’ and ‘Anna deserves a better older sister’. 

“Don’t !” Harry’s voice brings Elsa back to the present. She suddenly finds herself out in the roof under the night sky, realising just now that she has involuntarily walked backwards from them and is just few steps away from the edge. 

Just few steps. 

Elsa turns away. 

She has tried so hard, so very hard to conceal her powers, her emotions. Neglected her sister even if it broke both their hearts. Stayed away from human contact even if her mind craved for it. Remained standing with an emotionless facade, when all she ever wanted was to join Anna in a family hug. So many sacrifices. So many sleepless nights. So much pain. 

No more.

Just few steps and she can end it all. 

Her legs move in their own accord and she vaguely hears Harry and Hermione yelling for her to stop. But, she’s so beyond caring. She needs to do this. End this nightmare she’s living. The nightmare she’s forced on Anna. It is a small price to pay. The last sacrifice. Elsa has failed in everything in her life but she won’t fail in her death. She will set Anna free. 

“Just….take care of my sister” 

With a last plea to look after her sister, Elsa jumps and vaguely feels something hit her….and then she’s falling, robe fluttering, and wind whistling past her ears. Soon the world goes into darkness and everything fades into ringing.

[nevesmose]

The most cursed story idea I've ever had was probably a Frozen / There Will Be Blood crossover in which oil is discovered in the fjords of Arendelle.

"We'll build a rig in the fjord, Queen Elsa," Plainview continued. "A strong, safe rig with a good share of the profits returned back to the people of Arendelle, just as they should be. There are millions of gallons of oil under there and no one can get at them except for me."

It would've ended with the rig catching fire, a vast oil spill ruining Arendelle, and Plainview calling Olaf an abomination and beating him with a fire poker while a crying Anna and H.W. look on in horror.

[admonis-aodenhaire-saramancthine]

Hear, Hear! I'm on a roll.

TW: fictional character child death, fictional character death, descriptions of death and torture, trauma

I just had the best and worst fucking idea ever of making Elsa realise the small habitual actions and instincts that Hans does that when something's wrong, she knows and is the first to approach him.

When he's not looking at anyone and spacing out, she knows that he needs her gentle coaxing and reassurances. This also happened after the war as it's common for soldiers who fought in the war to shoulder some sort of trauma when they come back from the carnage that ensued.

From the battlefields to the harbors and the hospitals filled to the brim with the smell of decay and copper, not short on injured, away from the slaughter. Hans can attest that those soldiers may even go as low as 14 and pass off as militia, or maybe, no one was checking them at all, anyway.

And the guilt he carries knowing that he killed them with no discrimination. It's war, you refuse to see the faces in the battlefield as anything other than a human, they're the enemy and that's all they'll ever be, the time you think them more than just their outfits and their role is when you're labelled as a traitor.

And don't kid me when he had official orders of blockades which in turn leads to starvation of a population when their capital can't sustain them. It'll cause famines and riots. And death doesn't choose which of those they'd kill, if their dices lands them to unfortunate circumstances, as nature dictates.

Carrying the guilt of killing innocents who're labelled as collateral damage, wherein their humanity is stripped away from them. It messes with someone to the point of pushing them to their limits, it's no doubt he was, despite it for the good of his country, he weighed the decision as a lesser evil and learn to bear the ordeal as the others followed suit.

When Elsa told him to come back, he never did, the person who returned to their arms was stripped away from their previous autonomy, they're nothing but a testament.

On a happier note, at least he survived. Another idea dump for all the helsa enjoyers.

[nervousloveheart]

Elsa drabble.

If she was being honest, she knew she was carving herself away. She knew the moment she first shut the door in Ana’s face. She knew every time Ana knocked on her door that a part of herself died. She knew when the castle staff chipped away at her ice. She knew every time she put her cloves on.  

She just didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to acknowledge it. She was happy to rip herself apart if it meant keeping people safe, especially Ana. Sometimes only for Ana. It didn’t matter if she was always lonely, it didn’t matter that she sometimes got headaches from how quiet it was, it didn’t matter when she started talking to herself. It never did, and it never would. She was content to fade away by herself, to die. In fact, that was her plan. Pass as an ordinary queen, do the best she could for her kingdom, and make sure that nobody EVER found out about her powers.  

She repeated her plan over and over again throughout her coronation, throughout all the greetings and idle chit chat with the other nobles, and she was going to keep on doing so. But then Ana had to bring that infuriating prince over and ask for her blessing for marriage. She had tried so hard to keep it together, she had tensed all her muscles until they cramped. She had spoken firmly, but Ana had just kept pushing, and pushing, AND pushing.  

(I don't know why I wrote this, I've never done something frozen related, and tbh I think the movie isn't that well written, but I just ended up here. Hope someone enjoys this.)

[frzntrx]

Okay so a while ago I got an au fic idea where Elsa is human and she’s an actress on Broadway originally I was thinking of making it after ragnarok where Steve drags everybody to a show and Loki sees her and he’s like wait I know her how do I know her?!? And she’s his wife from her past life who died in childbirth and I’m gonna keep her as a Broadway actress BUT she finds him passed out in the park after dark on the way home after rehearsals And she’s shocked by his outfit and kinda drags him to her apartment and she’s like oh shit what do I do?!? I got a random guy in my apartment Also I’m keeping that she’s his wife in her previous life I’m thinking of naming the other actresses as references for other Disney princesses I feel like the intro scene is them finishing up a song and ending rehearsals late at night and her leaving and taking a shortcut through a park or something Which is where she finds him knocked out And he starts to stir and she panics and whacks him knocking him out again like in tangled I mean he fell off the bifrost it’s a miracle he isn’t dead LoL Like she’s staring at this guy and she knows she needs to get him help or something but she can’t help but notice he’s beautiful and somehow familiar and he starts to stir and she squeaks and accidentally knocks him out again Maybe she sees him falling from the sky but it’s from afar and she’s like what the hell was that?!? And goes into the park to investigate and finds this guy and she’s like whoa is that a legit Angel wtf?!? No idea how she ends up dragging him home though because she’s like “if I call the hospital they won’t believe me! He literally fell from the sky!!!” Maybe she had medical classes in college? And she changed careers to follow her dream? She calls her little sister Anna in a panic and she’s sobbing She’s like idk what to do I took medical school but what the hell?!? Like their mom and dad kinda pressured her to be a doctor but she made a deal… she’d keep going as a doctor if she didn’t get a role… minor or otherwise so she had a loophole That was for her first audition And she’s been going strong ever since, this being her first lead role Anna ended up running a bakery/cat cafe She adopted a white Persian cat from the shelter and named him Olaf, hence her starting the cat cafe to help other cats find homes She does YouTube videos to promote it, and to help the cats get exposure so they get adopted Anna kinda moved in with her sister after college though, and a couple years prior after Anna graduated their parents died in a car crash in a storm She’s dating a boy she met in high school sophomore year, a boy who moved with his parents from Norway Kristoff obviously and She moved in with Elsa claiming it was because rent was crazy and to split rent but Anna knew their parents death was even harder on her, and she feels bad about it obviously, so she’s trying to comfort her sister Kristoff has a huge Irish wolfhound named Sven obviously

So this is kinda a backbone for it!

[etheravenlivrenvari]

I watched Frozen II the other month for the nth time with my siblings and remembered an idea thirteen-year-old me had when it first came out.

In the snowflake design, there are four diamond shapes, right? One to represent each element and one in the middle (which we know means Elsa) but what about the other, smaller, diamond shapes?

What if there was a human and a spirit for each element?

I was thinking of doing a character with the element of fire acting as a bodyguard to Elsa (younger me was cliche, I know lol), and eventually was the only one allowed to get close-ish to her. With his ability of warmth, he had less of a chance of being hurt by her cold.

Skipping ahead to the part where the forest catches fire ('when the spirits talk we listen' thing), the OC uses his power to redirect the flames and heat which leads to confusion, because how can a human and spirit both have elemental power?

But like the myth of a secret fifth spirit what if there was one about a human appearing for each element, to work with the spirits in a 'time of great need'.

After the events of Frozen II, this brings a whole new adventure where they have to find each human for each respective element (in time to save the world) as well as Elsa's spirit companion.

[kryptonianheroao3]

Checkmatch fic where Garraka successfully pulled Phoebe’s spirit from her body before being defeated in the Firehouse, leaving Phoebe’s spirit removed from her body whilst her physical body remains ‘alive’, but not indefinitely.

Melody now can’t move on, not until she gets Phoebe back in her body. She feels like she owes it to her and the family, but as the two grow closer, they both can’t help but wish it didn’t have to end and when Lars finally comes up with a way to rejoin Phoebe’s spirit to her body, she has to make a choice.

Remain a ghost and let her body die so she can be with Melody forever, or return to the living and say goodbye to the girl she loves.

[aviolettrose]

A fanfic idea:

Bruce was able to rescue Jason before he died, and after this experience, Jason stopped being Robin.

He became afterwards the golden child, he goes to college (with a scholarship), helps out in the city library, teaches children (helps with their homeworks and helps them to study), works part time in a car garage in crime alley, and is a supportive brother.

And it pisses his siblings off.

Because there has to be something fishy because no one, really no one, is that perfect.

And there is something fishy.

He is also Red Hood.

No one knows, and the vigilantes never talk to Jason about "the family business" because he needs to concentrate on his studies and other stuff.

So imagine, Batmans suprise when the JL was able to catch Red Hood.

Someone takes Jasons helmet off in front of Batman, Nightwing, and other members

And Jason, who wears also a domino mask, doesn't look Batman in the face even as he says :

"Hey Dad. I can explain."

And Dick loses his shit, he laughs so hard because, Jason, The golden child, the one who gave up on being a vigilante, who reads to children in the library, is a goddamn crimelord.

Bruce just stands there frozen because wtf Jason?!

And Dick takes selfies with Jason being tied up and calles the other Batkids in because they should definitely not be left out of it.

(Edit: As someone who doesn't really write (or can write good stories), I want to say, feel free to use this prompt for a fanfiction. Just please give credits to me (because I don't know if someone else had also this idea and posted it) and please inform me if you publish something (because I want to read a fanfiction like this too))

(Edit: people we got a link, pls leave some love there for @radioactivepigeons, https://archiveofourown.org/works/55499164

And for those who have struggles with the link, the fanfiction is called Prodigal by Carbon65, and you only have access to it with an ao3 account, BUT I pinned the tumblr version)

[shadowqueenrules-blog]

[kamzil118]

There's this fanfic crossover I'm typing up and almost finishing but I'm taking one long look at a series of details that just surprises me. I've somehow managed to have this strange situation where a post-apocalypse survivor ends up as a romantic partner for a Disney princess. Till this day, I need to process how the Hell I thought an Eastern European carrying a Kalashnikov and wearing Soviet surplus gear would be a great match for a queen with ice powers but works. More importantly, the mental image in my head portrays them as an adorable couple where the Russian knows how to field-strip his firearms but will blank out when the royal asks for a dance or something along those lines.

I got to thank War and Peace for giving me the inspiration for such a fic.

That's not counting on how managed to get Princess Anna to hook up with a communist officer who dabbles in spycraft and infiltration.

[sareinadale]

OK what if

besides (possibly, but not a full possibility) expanding on how anna found out about her sister's passing, what if i do a lil POV of elsa joining ahthohalla literally as a spirit?

idk im just rambling but im listening to chopin nocturne no. 9 (pitched down + slowed + reverb) and how the idea of death may or may not be terrifying for some, but like WHAT IFFFFF elsa went from feeling burdened to relieved?

yk when movies starts showing the white flash scene transition??? yeah that part

like maybe conversations after dark with mom and dad??? maybe more angst??? this is uncharted territory & im going insane

HELPPPPP why am i always like this in the middle of my assignments--

[oddballwriter]

A Mother's Love

Summary: Your mother would take in anybody so of course she takes in your boyfriends and treats them like they're her own.

Warnings: Mention and reference to Marc and his mom. Nothing else really. 

Author’s Snip: I saw this post talking about how Steven would love being taken in by your mom when you started dating a long time ago, but I don't know where it is or who made it so if you're seeing this thank you so much for the idea.

Notes: Our boys deserve the world <3 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 741

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Your mother was what everyone might describe as the most nicest person to ever exist. You truly believed that she held no anger, hatred, or judgment in her body and if you ever found out that she did then it's most likely deserved. The day you see your mother yell at someone will be that hell has frozen over and gets a blizzard.

She raised you with the same morals and love that she held and was so supportive of everything you did in life regardless of if it seemed strange or different to her. She was a saint and fully of so much love.

So when you started getting serious with Marc and thus Steven and Jake, you knew that your mom would understand and welcome them in with open arms regardless of their situation and life. And that was true. You had told her about them, and when you reached the part of the relationship where they wanted to meet your family, she was so excited to meet them.

After meeting each one of them on different occasions and learning how to tell them apart, they were as good as adopted and she treated them like they were her own, proudly telling each of them "You can just call me mom now.".

Marc took a while to get used to it, on many different levels.

There was the obvious one. Your mom was so accepting and understanding of him. She was so nice and made sure everything she made was made with love and in consideration of how he liked them. At the first dinner with your family, she made a dish with an ingredient that he didn't like that much but still ate. He didn't tell her about it out of fear that she might be insulted but he told you, you then mentioned it to your mom, and the next time she made it she made a portion that didn't have the ingredient. You never said anything but you could tell that Marc was barely holding it together and trying not to cry.

You never told your mom in full detail about Marc and his mom out of respect and let him tell that story when he wanted to, you just told her that he didn't have what you and her have and that her gestures might get a reaction out of him. You also didn't know if Marc ever did tell her everything, but what you do know is that she's gotten it into him that "I'm your mom now".

You're pretty sure Steven has completely redirected his mama's boy instincts towards your mom too. He helps her cook dinner, set the table, and even helps clean the dishes. You knew that he longed for that sort of connection after being told about how he used to do that when he thought their mom was still alive and has he remembered her, so it didn't take you by complete surprise when he basically imprinted on your mom but it's still kind of funny. One time when they joined in on a family vacation your mom told him that he should put on more sunscreen, to which he then did, and then asked her if she thought that it was enough. Someday you're going to hear him on the phone with her like you were told he used to, you can feel it.

Jake is what you would call the classic son-in-law to your mom. He loves her to bits and appreciates her and her kindness, but he still messes with her a little and she does it back. They will actively pull light-hearted pranks and jabs at each other, it's the cutest thing ever. Jake has also become her and your father's unofficial handyman. Your dad does just fine fixing stuff up but they use him as an extra pair of hands. You will never forget the day your mom called him because their car broke down and your dad couldn't figure it out, and when Jake asked if they called a mechanic she said "Why call and have to pay one when you can do it for free?". That sounds like they freeload off of him but he doesn't mind. Jake likes the feeling of being wanted and being a helping hand.

Overall, life is pretty good when you have a mom who takes in your boyfriend and his alters and basically becomes their mom.