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serenescribe · 5 months

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Bit of an odd request but I was listening to a bit of music and I was hit by an idea-

Idk if you know the tale of the Snow Queen, but essentially snow queens powerful ice mirror shatters, all but two pieces are recovered. One shard lands in a boys eye making him turn icey and Queen snatched him up.

However consider- Snow King Silver dragging a “mortal” who has a piece of something that was his. Unaware said “mortal” is actually a fae whose intrigued by this King’s combination of harshness yet tenderness.

the snow prince Twisted Wonderland | 3.9k Summary: A mysterious spell afflicts one Lilia Vanrouge, encasing his heart in frigid cold. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51960883

FREED FROM UNI, I AM! I actually had this written for a while, but put off posting it to save it for a more appropiate season. I really love Snow Queen retellings and AUs, so this was a LOT of fun to write! Thank you, Olive! :D

(An aside: There are extremely minor spoilers for TWST CH7 in here; they're all under the cut and mentioned in passing. If you're trying to avoid every little detail of CH7, I'd suggest passing up on this!)

In the heat of a sweltering summer that sweeps Briar Valley like a storm, Lilia feels a prick of something sharp enter his eyes.

It happens so fast, so swiftly, that had Lilia not been one of the fair folk, he likely would not have noticed it at all. If he were a human, for example, with their sluggish reflexes and oblivious tendencies, lacking a natural affinity for magic in comparison to the fae, Lilia would have chalked up the prick in his eye to a stray lash falling in, rubbing around until he feels as though he’s flicked it out before moving on with his day.

But Lilia is not human. He is fae.

He knows, at once, despite trying and failing to dig out whatever it is that has entered his eye, that it is not a stray lash or a speck of dust. There is a strange magic emanating off of the tiny sharp splinter, an aura he picks up on in an instant. It’s peculiar, the way it makes him shudder as he brushes against it, the sensation likened to the cold of a dead winter. It is unlike anything he has ever felt before.

But gradually, Lilia has to put a pause on his efforts. He is out on a journey to meet with humans for talks of peace, for their centuries-long wars are slowly crawling to an end. His soldiers look at him in concern, clicking their tongues as they ask him, “General, are you alright? Do we need to stop for a while?”

“I am fine,” Lilia says, waving his hand in dismissal. “I simply got something in my eye, is all.”

It is not wrong to say that, for it is not a lie at all. But Lilia knows as well as anyone else that the strange prick of magic infesting his eye warrants further inspection.

Later, he tells himself, as they continue on with their journey on horseback, for the stalemate in their war has allowed for easier travel through ways of steed.

Time ticks by, the lazy heat of summer dipping into the beginnings of a chilly autumn. But despite the changing seasons, the months that have passed since that fateful summer day, Lilia comes no closer to discovering what it is that ails him so deeply.

He is not oblivious to the changes occurring to him; quite the opposite, in fact. Lilia has carried about him a strange self-awareness about his shifting attitude, only realising the differences in how he’s been acting when he reflects on the changes in hindsight. He’s never exactly been the pinnacle of warmth, and especially not after his beloved friends died, but he’s always held a fondness in his heart for the few he opens up to — namely his second in command, Baul Zigvolt, and the young heir to the throne and son of his deceased friend, Malleus Draconia.

But now?

Lilia stifles a sigh as he reminisces, trudging through the gardens of the castle. The leaves are shifting to warm hues, leaves fluttering in shades of vermillion red and golden yellow, and the fallen leaves give a satisfying crunch when his boots stomp into them.

He exhales, twisting his lips as he raises his head up to the world around him. It looks as it always has, Lilia knows that well. And yet… something about it has felt different since that day.

Everything has begun to feel… boring. Banal and bland at best, wickedly ugly at worst. The crunch of the leaves irritates his ears, the drought of the autumn air makes his nose feel too sore. He turns his nose up at the food the castle staff serve, wrinkling his nose at the pungent smell of a dish he used to love, and he turns down whoever offers him a mug of beer, the foam that guzzles over the rim leaving his hands sticky and gross.

Lilia knows he’s changing. It’s not just his emotions, but also in the way he sees the world — everything is so intimately different in the worst way, and every waking hour he spends feels like a chore, an obligation he drags himself through. Where he used to spend time with Baul and his fellow men, or with Malleus most of all, being the one to raise him since he hatched, he now spends it all… alone.

But knowing something logically is different from knowing it emotionally. There are only so many apologies he can force out with his insincere tongue, schooling his expression into a facsimile of sincere regret. At the end of the day — of each day — Lilia truly feels nothing at all except the vacant void of a howling gelidity, frostbite nipping through his very veins.

At the very least, his men have respected this change, regardless of how perplexed they seem to be. Baul had pulled him aside once or twice to ask if he was feeling fine, but had he not been so preoccupied with his daughter’s sudden interest in the Valley’s newest dentist, a peculiar human who’d chosen to move here, of all places, he would have surely pressed the matter further.

On the other hand…

“Lilia!”

He sucks in a breath at the sound of that familiar voice. Once, it had lightened his heart to be greeted to such a cry upon returning to the castle from one of his many campaigns. But now?

“Hello, Malleus,” Lilia greets, making a deliberate effort to soften his voice as he turns to greet the young prince. Malleus has grown a great deal since he first hatched, now towering slightly above Lilia. Still, the boy has an inclination for continuing to call out to him childishly — something that had endeared Lilia in times past, but now only serves to irritate him by no fault of Malleus at all. “Is there something you require of me?”

“Not require, per se,” Malleus answers, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He toys with the chain of his cloak with one hand. “I was merely hoping that you could spare the time to join me today for some tea. It has been quite a while, after all. I understand you’ve been busy as of late, but you do not appear to have anything on today, so I thought—”

“You’re rambling again.” Abruptly, Malleus’ mouth snaps shut. Lilia winces internally at his misstep; why had he interrupted the prince like that, in so cold a tone? He sighs. “Apologies. I have been under… a great deal of stress recently.”

“It is no matter, Lilia.”

Well that’s good, at least, Lilia thinks. Averting his gaze, he says, “Unfortunately, I do not believe I can join you today.”

A pause.

“Truly?” He hears it, the surprise in Malleus’ voice, mixing in with a forlorn misery. “I was certain that you had nothing to do today, given your schedule…”

“I—” Pressing his lips together, Lilia thinks before he says, rather stiffly, “It is true that I may not have anything on. But I would like some time to myself if you would be so kind, my prince.”

Ah, another slip up of his. To refer to Malleus by his title rather than his name… the gap between them only widens, and the only reason why Lilia worries about it is because he fears that he may go too far, say the wrong thing when it’s far too late to take anything back. But what’s done is done; Lilia raises his head in time to see Malleus recoil, hurt glimmering in those chartreuse eyes of his.

If Lilia stays longer… will he continue to mess up so miserably?

Before Malleus can speak, Lilia cuts in. “If there is nothing else that requires my attention,” he says, “I would like to return to my walk. Good day, Malleus. Give my regards to the queen.”

And, abruptly, he turns on his heels and leaves.

Oh, Lilia knows that Malleus is displeased. He knows it because, within mere moments, there is a gentle flutter of snow wafting down from the skies. He raises his head, blinking up at the fluttering snowflakes — so delicate and fragile, a byproduct of the prince’s tumultuous emotions, his magic far too powerful for him to properly handle when his emotions explode past his limits.

And yet, when he sets his eyes upon the swirling snow, Lilia feels…

Something.

He raises a hand, watching a snowflake land on his finger — so tiny, so delicate, an eight-pointed speck weaved into such an elegant pattern. It melts almost instantly against the warm flush of his skin — and yet, Lilia is transfixed, mouth parting slightly as he steps back, watching as the snow begins to flurry down faster and faster, cascading through the skies. How long has it been since he’d felt anything other than such apathy, such revulsion, such irritation and disgust? Now, Lilia only feels a sense of childlike wonder.

When was the last time he stopped to stare at the snow as it fell? He cannot remember. Has he ever stopped to observe it like this? Or had war stripped away such inconsequential pastimes from his life?

Lilia does not know how long he wanders around, watching the snowflakes dance until he goes numb, so numb with the cold. He only knows that his fingers are frozen and his lips are blue when he finally returns to the castle in a daze, barely cognisant of the way his entire body is battered, pushed past the natural limitations of his faerie strength.

Winter crashes into Briar Valley like an enemy ambush, a sudden attack spurned from the shadows of nothingness. It is the worst winter they have had in an eternity, everyone says, peering outside the frost-tinted windows as they bask within the toasty walls of the castle grounds; the fire-spells keep everyone warm for as long as they stay inside.

With the thick layers of snow barring any method of safe travel, the ongoing talks of their peace treaties with the humans have been temporarily suspended — more for the children of men’s sakes than that of the fae. If she so willed it, Queen Maleficia could wash away the snow with a flick of her wrist, but such matters, in her opinion, are trivial; nature is not something to be fixed at an instant, so why should she expend her energy for such things?

So during those days, cooped up within the castle walls with little to do, Lilia winds up lounging in the cushioned nook of a window, a little alcove tucked away in a winding tower towards the murky corners of the castle. Few fae ever roam here, save for a scant few servants pattering about cleaning the dusty hallways, and Lilia spends many languid hours with his head pressed against the cool glass, so intensely transfixed on the dancing snowflakes outside.

They are beautiful. Perhaps they are the last bits of perfection he shall ever witness in his life.

He has found no information about the shard that pricked his eye, nor has he found any sort of cure. Lilia has spent many a month searching, sifting through the treasure trove of books in the castle’s library to no avail. He had, at one point, considered going to the queen and telling her of his predicament — “In the month of summer, I believe a magical spell of some kind has afflicted my eye.” — but his own apathy stops him every time; there is simply no point in dragging others into this matter, not because Lilia does not wish to trouble them, but because, try as he might, the larger part of him just doesn’t care.

So, with his head pressed against the cold glass, Lilia closes his eyes and sighs.

The winter solstice is approaching, the longest night of the year. As nocturnal fae, creatures of the night, it is a joyous cause for celebration for their kind. Despite the blizzard that rages across the Valley night and day, many servants, guardsmen, people of their kingdom have been looking forward to the events; the castle town shall be open to all, shielded from the elements. All fae, young and old, can look forward to a night of dancing and festivities, dining on the finest food at the banquets, and celebrating the longevity of the night.

In years past, Lilia would have looked forward to it. But now, like everything else in his life, he feels nothing at all.

“Lilia? Are you here?”

He stifles a groan at the sound of Malleus’ voice. Again and again, the boy continues to scour for him, to seek him out and spend time with him. Lilia tries to indulge him, he really does! But each occasion spent together, needing to force himself to fake sincerity the whole way through — “Oh yes, Malleus, I would like to try the new blend of tea! Thank you kindly for the offer. How is your grandmother doing? I heard she has spent some time with you as of late—”

He can’t stand it. He can’t. It gets harder and harder with each passing day, the chill that permeates his skin sinking deeper and deeper, turning his heart into one carved of ice. His eye prickles with pain whenever he grits his teeth in a false smile; across the table from him, the young prince looks detestable, a selfish beast with far too much time, uncaring of what his servants are subjected to in their indulgence of him.

So he avoids him. As soon as Lilia hears him, he flicks his wrist, a swell of magic surrounding him. Bat-formed, Lilia takes to the rafters, huddling away in the corners of the ceiling as he listens to Malleus come and go. It is only when he hears that familiar voice fading away that he dares to leave, flapping his little wings as he makes a break for another isolated corner of the labyrinthian castle.

The day of the winter solstice arrives, and with it comes the worst blizzard the valley has ever seen.

Cold winds lash against the fortifications of the castle, howling and rattling. Snow crashes from the sky, piling higher and higher upon the dead ground. And yet the castle is alight with the buzz of festivities — the many servants bustle about, wrapping up the last of their preparations, ensuring the banquet is ready with food for all, that the decor floats about in place, that the spells wrapping the castle and its town in a bubble of warmth remain solidly intact.

Throughout the day, Lilia sticks to the shadows, hovering out of sight. Today he feels… he doesn’t know how to describe it. Cold and dead as usual, his heart no longer the warm, affectionate thing it was before — but beneath the thick layers of apathy, there is something nestled beneath: the barest twitch of a muscle, a flutter of something. Lilia finds himself distracted with it the entire day as he meanders about, waiting for the clock to tick to a point when the festivities can start.

And when they do begin, the many residents of the valley teleporting into the castle en masse… Oh, how does Lilia even begin to describe them? Laughter rings freely, the merry melody of music from a string band sweeping the air as dancers circle across the floor. Wine glasses clink as people toast to prosperity and magic, hoping to see the weather ease up soon, and even the queen herself is out and about, walking amidst the crowd, a smile on her face as she mingles with the few faeries bold enough to approach her.

But Lilia—

He feels nothing watching all this. Nothing at all.

And yet… there is something else. That peculiar emotion buried underneath… it sings to him, calls to him, as though someone’s voice were tugging at a string. It only strengthens as the night goes on, likened to an unbearable itch; it is the first blissful thing he has felt in what feels like an eternity, and Lilia—

He misses it. He misses being able to love, to feel something other than apathy at best, and all these horrible, miserable emotions at worst — a repugnance, a rage, an irascibility that sparks every time someone tries to converse with him. Lilia misses being able to love freely, his heart softening as he grows older, brought on by the loss he’s experienced, and the love he mustered up to be able to raise Malleus into the man he is today.

So who can blame him for slipping off, for finding a way out of the castle grounds? Lilia answers the call, sneaking past guards who are far too drunk on wine, laughing and shouting as they play games at their stations. He does not bother with whisking up thick clothes for himself; Lilia merely plunges into the blizzard, battered at once by shrieking winds and a pelting of snow against his face, of a storm so deadly chilling that it would ravage even the strongest of faes.

And yet, he does not feel cold.

He grits his teeth as he presses on, dragging his legs through the thick boughs of snow. Lilia knows not how long it takes for him to trudge, only that it feels like forever — but he knows he is getting somewhere, because with each step he takes, the tugging in his chest grows and grows, the intensity of the emotion exciting him for the first time in months.

Is this the answer to his ailment?

Is there a cure tucked within the heart of the storm?

Lilia takes one step, and then another. He takes a third, and—

All at once, everything stops.

The wind dies away. The blizzard softens to a gentle snowfall. Little flakes of snow dance through the air as Lilia walks forward, head turning to and fro. How peculiar this is! He raises a hand, watching a flake fall into the open palm of his hand and rest there, and it is only the sound of hooves clumping against snow that snaps him out of his reverie.

Lilia turns his head, and sees a child.

A boy, who gazes at him with wide eyes that reflect the northern lights — auroras of shifting veins tinted shades of pink, purple, and blue, lights that Lilia has only gotten the chance to see once during a journey across the world. His hair sweeps across his forehead, locks of the purest silver as though spun from the nighttime stars, streaked with white like the pristine paleness of snow. He sits on a white stag, ice-spun crystals hanging from its glacial antlers, and around him is a fur-lined cloak and hood that swallows him whole, far too big for his tiny body.

Lilia’s breathing hitches—

Because the boy before him is the most beautiful thing he has seen in a long time.

“Hello,” the boy says after a while, a glimmering curiosity in those wide eyes of his. His mount trots forward, bringing him closer. “I’ve never seen you before,” he says, looking at Lilia closely.

At that, Lilia laughs. “I could say the same to you, little one.” He rests a hand on his hips, relishing in the joy, the curiosity, the emotions that flood him in full force; it has been so long! “It is a rare sight to see a young boy riding a stag in a storm like this.”

The boy’s face falls, and Lilia feels… worried. Did he upset him somehow? “I’ve been trying to stop the storm for a while now,” the boy explains, auroral eyes flicking to the storm that rages outside the bubble they’re within, continuing to ravage the valley to no end. “B-but it’s my first time really trying such a thing, and I don’t… really know how.”

Ah, Lilia thinks, finally coming to understand. A lost child. A boy with power over the very elements itself, who can control the season of cold and snow. And yet, who would place such responsibility upon a child, one so very young? He feels the fervent urge to lean in and coddle him, to reassure him that it’s alright, you’re trying your very best, I can help you if you just let me.

And why shouldn’t he do such a thing?

“I can help you, if you would like.”

In a flash, those pupils lock on him. “Would you?” the boy breathes. “I-I wouldn’t want to trouble you, mister—”

“It’s no trouble at all!” Lilia insists, stepping forward with a beaming smile on his face. He reaches out for the stag, feeling the beast nuzzle against the palm of his hand as he strokes it gently. Why should he return to the castle, to that unyielding, endless void of apathy and misery? Here, with the boy with eyes like the auroras and hair like the stars, Lilia feels something — the warm glow of parental affection, already growing so attached to such a young child.

“Then…” the boy mumbles, “would you come with me?”

Lilia only smiles. “Of course.”

And as he clambers onto the back of the steed, he asks, before they leave, one final question: “Pray tell, little one, what is your name?”

“My name?” the boy echoes, furrowing his brows. “I… I don’t know. I can’t remember.”

Lilia arches an eyebrow. What kind of a lonely life must this boy live, if he has not even considered his lack of a name? “Then would you mind if I gave you one?” he offers. Oh, it is such an incredibly forward move to suggest such a thing, with how important names are to his kind. But already, he is attached, his very soul bound to this child who gazes at him in wonder at the possibility of wielding his own name.

And the boy nods.

“Silver,” Lilia says, the name coming to him at once. Like the shine of the gleaming moon, the glitter of the stars, the wispy fall of the snow around them. Love blooms in his chest, the warmth cradling his very soul; Lilia curls his arms around the boy, his body so cold even through the chilling fabric of his cloak, pulling him against his chest into a hug. “That shall be your name.”

“Silver,” the boy echoes, testing it out on his tongue. He tilts his head back, a small smile gracing his rounded cheeks as he looks up at Lilia. “Thank you, mister. Could I ask what your name is?”

“It is Lilia, dear one,” he croons, relinquishing his name without a second thought. The two of them are bonded in mere moments, Lilia filled with a fulfilment he has not felt since that prick of a shard entered his eye.

There is nothing left for him here. That is what he tells himself as Silver leads them away, commanding his steed to take off into a prancing gallop, bursting from the tranquil heart of the storm into the raging blizzard, whisking them back to their home.

(Lilia fails to notice the figure that bursts through the clearing, chartreuse eyes widening in horror as a mouth parts to scream his name. He does not notice the horned boy who shivers in the cold, eyes wide as the wind whips at his long hair, watching the stag prance away, the boy who leads it ripping his guardian away from his grasp.)

#twst #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst silver #my writing tag #writing requests #twst fanfiction #twst writing #uhh i'm gonna start moving my fics to ao3 in the future so. rip tumblr drabbles tag? aha #need to do housekeeping when i have the energy...#anyways hi i'm listening to a 3 hour video of 50+ languages of let it go from frozen while prepping all this #help me :')

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cakesmelons · 1 year

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Dreamtale Frozen AU thoughts :

Unlike in Frozen, Nightmare and Dream are twins. they share a birthday. So every year, Dream sits outfront Nightmare's room their entire birthday.

When Nightmare first went to his in his room, dream would slip drawings under the door. But after hearing Nightmare's cries of anguish every time he did, he stopped. (Nightmare keeps them on his dresser. He looks at them every day.)

One person actually kinda guessed this, but Xtale is actually the boulder trolls. X Gaster is the elder one who Overwrites Dream's memories of Nightmare's powers.

Their Mother actually dies earlier than Elsa's and Anna's, but because of law, Nightmare will only get crowned King once he turns 18. So guess what happens on their birthday :D

("Wow! The best birthday gift, seeing my brother for the first time in 12 years :D" - Dream before disaster struck)

#undertale au #sans aus #undertale aus #sans au #frozen au #frozen au drabbles #nightmare sans #dream sans #nightmare!sans #dream!sans #dreamtale brothers

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pinkpinkstarlet · 4 months

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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?

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annaofthenorthernlights · 18 days

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Legendary ballad

100 words drabble for 30+ fanfic discord server Prompt: Fool (modern au)

He had lost the bet and was seriously about to make the ultimate fool of himself. With a heavy sigh, Kristoff grabbed the microphone and waited for the karaoke song to start, his eyes glued to the screen as it mockingly announced the legendary film ballad 'Lost in the woods'. Anna squealed with delight and hopped on stage with him, nudging his elbow and happily grabbing the spare mic. She knew he was suffering and loved to support him in the foolishness of the game. Her unique jollity made him grin and forget his discomfort as they began to sing.

Read on AO3

#frozen #fanfic #kristanna #100 words drabble #prompt fool #30+ discord server #ficlet #my writing

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thegirlwholived1213 · 1 year

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Whump Prompt #2: Hypothermia

CW: Blizzard, resigning to one's fate, being left in the cold, flashback whump, (sorta?) character death, general whump, past neglect/whump

As a kid, Whumpee had the question asked by their peers,

"If you had to live in only freezing temperatures or only scorching temperatures, what would you choose?"

They had believed the answer to be obvious. Cold, they would always reply. With enough layers of insulation and outward heat sources, one could always fight the cold. The heat, they had argued, would be harder to battle.

But this, the chill biting deep into their bones, was unbearable.

They had collapsed against a scratchy pine long ago, their bare legs giving out from the strain of carrying the frozen form of their body around the wood, as if they could have found their way out in the blizzard. All they wanted was to go home. They didn't want to go down like this. They were supposed to be at home, drinking hot chocolate with a lover, or stroking a ginger cat in front of a fire. Not fading away, lost and alone in the middle of a wood.

"Please, I just want to leave!" They cried, tugging uselessly on the restraints that connected them to the concrete floor.

"You want to leave, ey?" Their captor sneered, looming over their beaten form.

"Yes, please! J-just let me go, I-I've been good."

"Fine, you want to leave? Then go."

The words pushed through their ears, going right through their head. What did Whumper mean- Their hands dropped from their hold and the sudden return of weight pulled them to the ground. It was too good to be true, they were free. Really free. They could see the door as Whumper carried them in a bridal hold, the hands that brought so much terror now so gentle.

They had done it. The worst was behind them, and they could practically taste the freedom just behind the oak door. And then it opened, and they felt it.

Cold.

Cold like they had never felt before, a bone-chilling freeze that ate into their very soul. The soft powder caught their fall as their emaciated form was thrown from the threshold, Whumper's familiar sadistic smile painting their lips.

"Good luck."

As whumpee's eyes closed, they decided in their head.

Warmth would always be better than cold.

#whump writing #whump tropes #whump ideas #whump prompts #whump drabble #whump scenario #whumpee #whumper #hypothermia #cold whump #blizzard #whumpblr #sadistic #sadistic whumper #my first real whump writing #frozen #frozen whump

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Prince Hans x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Just a very quick thing I wrote because I'm looking through Frozen (Mostly... or exclusively Hans) screencaps.

Reader is Hans secret S/O, and you struggle with the whole Anna situation.

Warnings: Hans.

The knock resounding around your room from the door, getting more and more irritated in its volume, timing, and firmness, just fuels your own anger. Slamming shut the book you had been -trying to, - read up until this point, Hans’ most unrequested and unappreciated visit to your temporary chambers, you finally turn to the door from your window seat.

Frustration flickers in you as you look at it, and know he’s behind it. So you look away quickly, setting your jaw. You try to make your tone as polite as possible because who knows who’s listening in, but it waivers still. “I am not taking visitors right now!”

“Y/N come on, let me in. Its me.” Hans calls, being careful with his own tone… but you can tell theirs viciousness hidden beneath.

Yes, I know. Go away. You think though, eyes flashing as you stare out the window at Arendelle; The waters in the fjord frozen solid on top and the vegetation dying. Much like how you feel right now, sans the vegetation. “I’m… busy right now. Preparing for supper.” Rolling your eyes, you lift your arms from your lap and cross them. You don’t care how ridiculous your excuse has to be- he will go the hell away. He has to. You will not be responsible for whatever inevitably gets thrown at him or the injuries he attains from coming in here.

For a few moments its silent out there, and you wonder if he walked off (He can walk surprisingly quietly when he wants to, the sneaky scumbag), before suddenly the doorknob twists. “Then I’ll help you,” Hans announces smoothly as he steps in and closes the door in one swift movement, and your jaw drops; Leaping up to your feet.

“Get out!” You snap, stalking to the door, full of the intent to throw it open and usher him out with flames in your eyes but he steps in the way. Theirs a scowl on his face now, no sight of the charming, agreeable tone he had been using since you got to this damn city.

“Y/N, we have to talk.”

Glaring back fiercely, almost aggressive from the underlying hurt you’re feeling. “No, we don’t. I fully understand the situation!”

“No, you don’t.” His hands find your waist and he turns you around, pressing you into the wall by the door and getting in close- so all you see is his face. You resent it, gritting your teeth and wanting nothing more than to kick him in the groin and push him out the door onto his stupid face. You never want to see him again! “Come on, I told you the plan before we came. You know I’m only pretending to love Anna- “

“You called me your sister.” He sure didn’t tell you about that part of the plan. It threw you off and made your heart sink when he introduced you as such- even now, thinking about it, your stomach rolls.

“For pretences!” He insists. “Do you really think Anna would have even given me a second glance if she knew I was travelling with a… “The bastard trails off, and flashes a tiny smirk. “beautiful, noble woman? She would have thought we were- “

“We are!” You snap. “Or- were.”

“Y/N.” Hans gets serious again immediately at hearing that; An intense look of firmness on his face. Just hearing you say such a thing, that you two were no longer together… hurt him. And he hates that you would dare say such an idiotic – incorrect! – thing. “We came up with the plan together.”

“Well- I- I didn’t know how it would feel.” It’s true, you did know the plan before. You knew perfectly well that it involved Hans seducing either the Queen, or the Princess- before killing them after marriage. You would have been his mistress for as long as they were married, and then he would have wed you. But now you’re his sister? This changes everything! “I don’t think I’m cut out to be your mistress! Or your secret. I shouldn’t have to be! We’ve been engaged since we were kids!- I got used to thinking we would be a together in a certain way, and… That way did not involve hidden tunnels to your bedroom, or- god forbid, me marrying another man in the name of pretences… “

His green eyes flash, apparently enraged by the very thought. “I’ll fix it!” Oh god… Groaning, you close your eyes and let the back of your head rest against the wall. But he just as quickly cups the side of your face, fingers curling around the back of your neck, and has you looking at him again. Theirs a look of earnest on his face that you almost find yourself believing in it- him. “I will- I’ll just tell Anna that I was so beguiled by her beauty- and I didn’t want her even thinking that we were involved- that I made up the sister thing! Easy- “

“Ridiculous!”

“Believable!” His fingers on your waist tighten, digging in just a little in his insistence. Then a sort of rueful… cruel, look slips across his face. “… Besides, she’s off looking for the Ice Queen. She might not come back.”

For a moment you don’t say a word back, just stewing in your own frustrated headache; A Disgusted look on your face. A big part of you wants to give in, because you love the bastard and want to be with him.

And what he’s saying, admittedly, makes sense.

… But you’re still fucking mad, and very jealous, and the thought of him stringing any more lovely, charming words - no matter how fake, - to her makes you feel sick.

Finally, Hans backs off of you, but picks up your hand as he steps back and does not let go; Before nodding his head toward the bed in the middle of the room, and offering you the softest, real smile he can muster. Its not like what he would freely give Anna, for those are totally fake. They’re what he would imagine a happy man to give the woman he’s in love with.

This one’s real. Hans isn’t a soft person, his family has made sure of that, but this smile - wonky and awkward as it is, - is the remaining good-will he has left.

And its all for you.

So willingly, you let him lead you to the bed and get on top of the covers with him, laying in front of him with his arms around your body, your exhausted eyes falling closed a you just try to calm down- maybe sleep. Make this whole nightmare go away for a little while.

You’ll stay like this for a couple of hours, until Hans has to go deal with Anna’s his, kingdom again.

#Prince Hans x Reader #Prince Hans x Reader Drabble #Prince Hans #Prince Hans of the Southern Isles #Prince Hans of the Southern Isles x Reader Drabble #Prince Hans of the Southern Isles x Reader #Disney Prince Hans #Disney Prince Hans x Reader #Frozen Prince Hans #Frozen Prince Hans x Reader #Disney #Disney Villain #Disney Villains #Drabble #Disney Villains x Reader

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||The Misadventures of the Phoenix and The Shadow Chimera Sorcerers Part 4-A frozen hell cat's heart||

Hi Dears, Peahen mom here and I'm going to be writing something but this is a part 4 for a drabble series my friend wrote. IF you wanna read the other chapters. They are below. <3 They are really funny but I think you will love them.

||Drabble Summary||

It seems the next mission was unexpected when the others were having friends visit today. It seems some was busy doing their own thing during their vacation so all is well...that is until Rioto made one little mistake when he was on a mission for training when it comes to finding targets. Wanna see what? Read to find out.

~~Chapters~~

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

((Your reading part 4))

--- Warning ---

~Their will be swearing present

~A beat down will be present

~A sick little black fire hell cat is present

~worried demon fractions is present

~~Guests in drabble~~

Van Ink the dragon with the DBT, Taz Hellion, Kinie, Rioto Kir-IN, Daichi Pheon-X belong to my beloved amazing friend @demon-blood-youths

The cursed vixens along with Yuuka and her team dark eclipse nightshades belong to me. Ryomen Sukuna, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Maki Zenin, and Nobara Kugisaki is from the anime serious Jujutsu Kaisen. Also to me due to rping as them as muse

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

It seems like a normal day for Megumi and the others here in Tokyo Jujutsu High even after the last three missions that went about. They were seriously crazy and yet, this leaves them already hoping for one normal calm mission to deal with! Well, it seems that's the case or a start. It begins with Taz's friends coming to visit once more being the DBT, the cursed vixens, and the dark eclipse nightshades. They wanted to take another vacation so they figured to visit Taz and the others.

Gojo was happy to see and welcome them even seeing the others doing well and hearing of the crazy adventures that went along. Though, it seems Taz and the others were doing alright. So....what would make this another mission? Wellllll....

Right now, Megumi was eating some lunch with Yuji and Daichi today as they were on a break. It seems it was needed after the missions but it was fine.

"You know, today is pretty good. So relaxing and quiet too." Yuji smiled happy eating some ice cream with Megumi reading something and Daichi relaxing with Eito sitting near by taking a light nap.

"True, having some days off is nice." he said stretching not minding this.

"Well, even after everything..it seems it was not too bad." Megumi agreed and he was not angry so that was good to know. The three boys sighed happily to relax now. It was like nothing could go wrong on this day. Nothing at all-

Suddenly, a loud bomb was heard making the three look up to blink. "Huh?" Megumi blinks but he goes to look through the window, seeing some cloud and some smoke. "......Oh what now?" he grumbled.

"What's wrong Megumi?" Yuji asked looking with Daichi coming too. Before he could explain, another loud bomb was heard but the boys shield their eyes to see something crash into the woods and hitting some trees. This even woke up Eito who snaps awake.

"...What the hell was that!?" Yuji said in shock seeing the smoke and dust with Megumi and Daichi not knowing. However they will in a moment.

"What's going on!? Are you guys doing something stupid again!" Megumi, Yuji, and Daichi blinks to look seeing Nobara there with Maki and a worried Taz. Kinie was sitting on top of her head.

"Yeah, what is with the fucking noise!? I'm trying to take a nap damn it!" Kinie hissed not liking her naps being ruined.

"We don't know. We were just resting before hearing the noise." Megumi said as the girls look then at the dust in the sky.

"Well, we might have to find out what is going on. I'm sure it's nothing...I hope." Maki sighed but the group looks to think about it. Their goes their day off. So being quick, they hurry off to see what the heck was going on.

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In a while, they got through the forest to look around. They were trying to find where the noise came from but as they went through, it was starting to get colder? This confused the group since it was warm right now. So how in the world was it getting cold? To get their question answered, a familiar voice was heard.

"HAHA! TAKE THAT YOU VILE CURSED WITCH!!"

"?!?"

"Uhhhh who the hell was that!?" Nobara asked looking left and right but Megumi felt his eye twitch knowing who. Daichi sweatdrops and Yuji sighed. The boys knew.

'Oh no..'

Rioto Kir-IN, a youth that serves the future Great Demon Lord Oda that carry the great power of Everlasting Winter of Dark Kirin was standing right there laughing happily while looking at his target. "You are defeated you cursed cat! Now, you shall suffer from the power of my wrath!" he said with a loud laugh.

"..Who the hell is that?" Maki asked but Megumi, Yuji, Nobara, and Sukuna sighed.

"You don't want to know.." they said.

Taz was worried to wonder who he was attacking another cursed spirit. However, the familiar scent made her confused. The smell was really familiar; roasted chestnuts with some daisy and fresh bread? She looks further but saw who.

A girl but she had one pair of black googles that looked destroyed, a bandana around her neck frozen or burned, torn up knee high jeans with all black shoes, a few trinkets hanging on the belt loops. Wait..that almost looked like.

"Jinx?!" Taz's voice was worried making the others look to her.

"Wait, Jinx? Isn't that one of your friends?" Nobara asked.

"Yes! But why is Rioto attacking her!?" she said but the others saw him laughing.

"Now, I shall banish and exorcist you to the others and free you from-"

"RIOTO!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"

This caused the other to tense and grew afraid hearing a familiar voice. He looks seeing the others from before but he grew pale seeing a angry Megumi.

"......Ohhh No..Oh NO NO NO! Not you again!" he said about to back up but he got grabbed by him as the others checked on Jinx.

"Jinx!? Jinx, are you alright?! Can you hear me!" Taz said worried seeing her shaking from being cold but she didn't respond to her like she had a cursed like cold.

"What the heck is she doing here and why was he attacking her!?" Maki asked but they got their answer when some sounds of running is heard looking up.

"Guys, where is he! I could have sworn he took Jinx over here!" another familiar voice was heard that Taz knew of. She looks seeing her leader of the DBT with some others in her fraction showing up.

"I'm sure they are around here Ink." Yuuka Nakano, leader of the dark eclipse nightshade was there with her team.

Even the other members of the cursed vixens were there worried to look for their leader. Yuji saw but stood up.

"Guys???" the groups look to see Yuji but also saw the others and the guy that attacked Jinx.

"YOU!!!" Echo was about to bomb him but Megumi looks to the now scared Rioto.

"What the hell did you do!?"

"W..What? I was just trying to help before heading off to my new school! do my first scout mission! That's all!!" said scared but Megumi was confused. What did he mean help!?

"M..Maybe I can explain.."

~~~~Timeskip: 20 minutes later~~~~

Everyone was sitting in the room but Ink was sitting by a now bundled up but still cold Jinx who was showing her black flamed panther ears and two tails but they were not black but blue!?

"So, let me get this straight. You 'volunteered' to help with a side mission with your new school." Gojo asked with seeing a scared Rioto sitting down.

"Y..Yes?"

"But it's some sort of starter mission to hunt down cursed spirits. You were given a mission to hunt down some cursed hell cat that took form of a girl?" he said seeing Rioto nod.

"...So you went and looked for this hell cat but you ended up finding Jinx here and think she's the cursed hell cat your looking for?" he asked but Rioto nods.

"But she is isn't she!? She said she was a leader of the cursed vixens so I thought she was it. She even said she was the cursed hell cat of black flames!" he said trying to sound innocent but Megumi did a face palm.

"You have got to be either brain dead or stupid. How the hell is she a cursed spirit!?" Shdwkyz said with arms crossed.

"Yeah, not to forget you even attacked Jinx and her team!" Nobara adds in angry to him.

"Yeah, not cool!" Mouse said with Melinda sighing.

"True..you didn't have to attack us." Melinda adds in but Jaron didn't know that.

"You attacked them!?" he said.

"Yeah, you son of a bitch! I should bomb your ass to the moon!" Echo said not happy with Vivi sitting being quiet.

"Vivi, is that true?" Shdwkyz asked seeing the other nod.

"Yes. We were-"

"HEY! IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOUR TEAM HAS THE NAME CURSED VIXENS! Maybe if you changed it I wouldn't have attacked you! DX" he points at them. "Besides, you were trying to find this school and attack and the same for my arch nemesis! I heard it from your so called leader!" he said pointing at the sick Jinx who was purring softly with her tails curled up.

"I WILL ATTACK AND GET RID OF ALL CURSED SPIRITS IN THIS WORLD. THAT IS THE WILL OF MY-" He started to say only to get bonked on the head by a annoyed Vivi. "OW!!"

"......So loud." she said with a vein showing near her forehead. Yuji and Daichi tense sensing her cursed energy. Yeah, still terrifying.

"Okay but why did you attack her though?" Yuuka asked wanting to know. "What did you do?"

"Huh? Oh simple! I froze her heart with my cursed energy so she will be stopped from taking over the school and hurting you guys!" he said proud but the others blinks to hear this.

"..H..He can't be serious....can he?" Maxine said with his arms crossed but they looked seeing he was serious. Though, Ink didn't take it well.

"THE FUCK!?" Megumi said.

"YOU FUCKING DID WHAT TO HER!?" Echo shouted now ready to strangle him.

"Wait, what do you mean froze her heart! The heck did you do to my sister!?" Ink said about to stand but Rioto got scared seeing the cursed energy from Ink showing. Though, Ink did see Jinx as a sister and friend but she was still angry seeing she was going to be exorcist like some spirit.

"Now now everyone just calm down." Gojo said but looks to Rioto. "Listen, I know you were given a start mission from your school but I think you got the wrong target here. That girl you attacked is Jinx Violet. She is a hell cat but not the one your looking for. Do you have a photo of her?" he asked.

"Of course I do! I was given the pic of the target!" he said reaching into his pocket to show it to Gojo and the others. He looks to the picture but then lifts his bandana to look at it then at Jinx.

Megumi looks too but his eye twitched to look at him.

"Ummmmm, that looks nothing like Jinx. That looks like more of a older teenager....." Vivi said looking at the picture.

"Are you blind! Of course that's her!" he said showing the pic and looks to compare. The target in the picture didn't look like Jinx at all but she was more lighter on the skin, she had all red hair, dark blue eyes and some cold frozen claws that looked like flames.

"..........."

"SEE!! SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE HER!"

'.....This guy is a idiot....I feel bad for the school he's going on..' Rust thought with a sweatdrop. Breezy shook her head but she snatched the picture.

"Hey!"

"Dude, look at the pic and our leader! Hard! how the hell is that her!? Are you blind or something!?" she said but Rioto blinks to look at the pic then takes it back.

"I'M NOT BLIND! Look!!! She looks just like the girl!!" he said not giving this up leading to some argument between him and Breezy. However, as they were fighting, Gojo got a phone call to blink and answer.

"Hello?......Uh huh.....yes, he's here.....oh? Huh, well, I can let you tell him. Hold on." he lowers the phone. "Rioto?"

"Yes?"

He sees Gojo show the phone of a call for him. He blinks to take it. "Uhhhh hello?......Oh! Utahime sensei! Yeah, I'm alright......" He heard the voice on the other line. "Yeah! I was still finishing up my mission and I did it! I found the target like on the picture!" he seems proud but he even smiled. He heard the other speaking then Rioto blinks confused.

"Huh? What do you mean you guys already found the target?.....Uh huh, but I have her right here though! You sure it's-" he stops speaking when he looks to Jinx then at the picture. "........."

".....Wait...so the target the real one was found?..On the outer side where you were?" he sweatdrops. "And she was hiding there?" more sweat shows seeing some angry fraction members.

".......Are you sure it's her though? I mean, Gojo can send a picture.." he said but he lets Gojo do that quickly as he takes a pic of Jinx and sends it to Utahime. In a moment the other was shocked with some of the other students muttering when seeing this.

"Yes, it seems he might have looked at the picture wrong and attacked another thinking she was a cursed spirit......you think so? Well, we will keep him here till you pick him up. Yes, Jinx is fine..but a little sick. Seems he froze her heart but she will be alright.." Gojo smiled.

"How the hell is she alright!? She's looking like she got the damn flu!" Sukuna grumbled even if her cursed energy was super cold that Jinx was still shivering.

"Well, we can treat her but Jinx will be fine." Gojo said but Rioto sweatdrops but he was rubbing the back of his head. Daichi shook his head. "You can reverse it can't you?" he asked seeing Rioto laughing.

"Of course I can! Look it's not that hard!" he goes to Jinx but rests a hand on her back trying to focus on his cursed energy. He sees his hand glowing blue but saw Jinx still shivering like a curled up kitten before she stops. Rioto took his hand off her back to smirk proud.

"See? All better!" he said laughing as a win. The others looked to Jinx but she slowly sits up sniffling.

"Uhhhh Jinx? You okay?" Ink asked but that's when the others saw her about to sneeze.

"Uhhhhh.."

"Ah....ah.....ahhhh...Achoo!!!" That's when a blue ice like fire ball shows up from the hell cat and caused a giant explosion in the wall leaving some smoke and a giant gaping hole. The fractions were coated in dust and twitched.

"O.o Ohhhh....Oops." Rioto blinks but Daichi coughed.

"WHAT THE FUCKKKKK!!!!" Echo shouted.

"Well, that was unexpected.." Vivi mutters but coughs with the other girls to blink from this. Yeah, that didn't fix anything at all.

"Hold on, I think I can-GAH!" That's when he got grabbed by a very angry Nobara.

"YOU SERIOUS THOUGHT THAT HELPED!? YOU MADE IT WORSE!!" Nobara said annoyed with Rioto now as she was shaking him after grabbing his shirt.

"I'M SORRY! I CAN FIX IT!" he said but Jinx was about to sneeze again.

"Jinx, no no no! Don't sneeze!" Echo said as the cursed vixens tried to help their leader but she sneezed causing her team to shout again. The DBT, The dark eclipse nightshade, with the other jujutsu students shield their faces from another giant explosion but it was even colder to look.

Jinx accidentally frozen her teammates in ice!

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Jinx sniffles but giggled. "Sorrie....." she mutters but Megumi looks angry that Rioto was shaking scared.

"W..wait, wait wait I can-"

"THAT'S IT!!" he shouted chasing Rioto who screams in fear running away. "GET BACK HERE! "

"NOOOOOO LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he cries as the DBT was shocked but Gojo blinks to hold back from laughing.

"............"

Yeah, this was going to be a long day off for them or to say in short, it was ruined. Hours later, the others were sent home but Jinx was now stuck in bed. The other cursed vixens were wrapped up in blankets shaking from the cold but given hot tea. Rioto was caught by Megumi but he got more slaps and hits as he was crying. Now he was more scared of Megumi now.

"This..has been one crazy day off.." Maki said.

"Agreed.." Nobara said.

"My head hurts.." Yuji said from all this.

"Stop being a baby Brat..." Sukuna said.

"Well, that was almost like a side mission for you guys but hey, at least you got something in for future ones." Gojo smiled to his class but they sighed shaking their heads but they got jumpy seeing Jinx about to sneeze again. She did but made a bigger explosion.

"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE KNOCK HER OUT TO SLEEP! SHE'LL BRING THE DAMN SCHOOL DOWN!" Kinie shouted angry from the school with other students wondering what the heck just happened.

At least Rioto apologized before being taken back to his school with Utahime saying sorry with Gojo saying it's fine. Daichi facepalmed shaking his head with Megumi still heated but he was fine. A day off was crazy but at least it wasn't a serious one right?

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So I felt silly and goofy and slighty rewrote one scene from Frozen empire + doodle

SPOILERS UNDER!!!!⛄️

It was like everything was going too quick, almost dying to a possessed lion statue, and watching Phoebe go against that dickless with the knowledge they were gonna lose the firehouse.

Before he could even leave, he was stopped by Winston, who had that same disappointment in his eyes when he scolded Phoebe.

He tried to reason with Winston, mentioning the wax cylinder, the chanting and how they were in danger. If that possesser would've made it to the lab-

"SHUT UP! Shut up, jeeze.." Winston finally snapped, swallowing hard as he finally was able to speak his mind. "We're too old for this!' He added, gesturing to both of them.

Ray stammered, his expression showing confusion to bringing up their age. "I-I don't know what are age has to do with this." He started, physically shaking from all the overwhelming emotions he felt. "There was a chant on that cylinder, it was a trigger it was a catalyst it was-!"

"You could have gotten hurt." Winston interrupted, a lump in his throat just saying those words. "Y-You could have got those kids hurt." He put his hand on Ray's arm, his eyes gazing into Ray's. Ray swore he saw tears in Winston's eyes, and he felt a lump in his own throat.

But that fear was still there, he needed Winston to just understand. "You just need to listen, just listen to me-"

"You're sounding like Spengler, Ray."

Ray froze, completely caught off guard by that statement made. He pushed Winston's hand off his arm, hurt in his eyes being compared to his former friend. He remembered Egon's insane ramblings, about Gozer that he never believed. Now he sounded like him, the thing he despised.

Winston sighed deeply, rubbing his face as he stepped back from Ray. Regret was in his tone as he spoke. "Ray, these are our golden age. Go out to a vacation or a ruin! I don't want you to end up like Egon, Obsessed with ghosts and die like a ghosts." He choked out, his voice shaking.

There was silence for a moment, allowing the two to process this argument. Before anything was said, Winston walked past Ray, walking down the stairs to leave.

Ray looked down the stairs, watching him go too. He stood there, feeling like a ghost himself in this world.

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire #Ghostbusters frozen empire spoilers #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #fanart #fic #mercy drabble #writing #mercy ert

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bad-at-names-and-faces · 6 months

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From the Kristanna childhood friends AU (Kristoff grows up in the castle)...

Anna looked up at the stable loft.

“Sven, what’s that?” She knew she wasn’t really talking to the reindeer, but the years of habit had ingrained the habit in her.

“Those are Kristoff’s tools.” The reply came in the silly voice he had used for the reindeer since he first arrived at the castle.

“I want to see!” Anna exclaimed, climbing the ladder.

“You shouldn’t do that,” came the Sven voice.

Anna looked down at the boy with a smirk and continued to the loft.

“If you don't stop now —" It wasn’t his reindeer voice.

She stopped and climbed down.

#fictober23 #day 14 #frozen #kristanna #canon divergence #childhood friends au #100 word drabble

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justlookatthosesausages · 4 months

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The first week in Northuldra camp for Elsa had been kind of weird. One one hand, she was delighted to live with the tribe, fulfilled in her new role, freed from the walls that had locked her soul. And yet, on the other hand, despite all of those beautiful feelings, she couldn't find sleep. Now was it because she was excited by her new life, or because she felt nervous about it?

She let her thoughts wander, or rather float over each other, as she curled with her knees against her chest, sitting down a tree in the cold middle of the night.

"Is the lavvo uncomfortable?" Asked a gentle, yet teasing voice, behind her. In that simple question, one could tell that the person was caring, not accusing, but wanted to bring humor to lighten the mood.

Elsa snapped up and twirled her head around, facing Honeymaren. The Northuldra smiled at her to appease her apparent stress.

"No, not at all." Replied the blonde immediately, making it clear that she liked it here. "It's perfect. You guys are so fast at building them, it's such a--"

"And you are so fast at switching the mood to avoid people worrying." Analyzed Honeymaren with the same warm smile.

She saw that she hit right when Elsa closed her mouth, and lowered her gaze, back to curling on herself. Her tense shoulders however slumped a bit. "Sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. What is going on? Are you okay? Well of course you aren't. But do you want to talk about it?" Asked the brunette.

Elsa breathed in longly, to give herself courage, and Honeymaren could hear that she had been crying. It was hard to see the remnants of tears on her face and her slightly red eyes in the low light of the Moon piercing through the birch branches, but easy to guess.

Honeymaren checked around to make sure nobody would disturb them, and sat down in front of her.

"It's not nice to spy on people." Smiled Elsa. She had thought this spot of the Forest would be far enough to be alone.

"I'm not spying, I'm standing guard. I told you, I love to do it now that the mist is lifted. Which is thanks to you," she added as a compliment to ease her mind.

Elsa kept sniffing, not answering.

"And," added Honeymaren, "word of advice, if you don't want to be spotted in the dark when you want to isolate yourself from the camp..."

The blonde lifted her head.

"Avoid wearing sparkling outfits to sleep." Grinned Honeymaren.

Elsa blushed intensely, recowering a bit on herself, though she couldn't help smiling when she saw her white pants. She had a point.

"Alright." She replied quietly. "I admit that it's a bit too extra."

She then frowned at her. "Don't tell Anna I said that."

"I'll have to see her for that." Chuckled Honeymaren.

At this sentence, tension fell in the clearing.

"...Is she the reason of your nightmare?" Understood the Northuldra.

Elsa rubbed her bent legs with her thumb for a moment, then opened up. "Not nightmare. Insomnia."

"So that's the reason why you're outside." Nodded Honeymaren, now that Elsa had finally answered her initial question.

Elsa nodded slowly in return. "I..."

Chestnut eyes shining in the Moon light gave her support.

"It's been like this all my life. Well... Not all. When I was a kid, it was alright..."

There was a silence.

"Then, for the past 3 years, after the Thaw, Anna helped." Tenderly smiled Elsa.

That's all she said, however. But Honeymaren didn't need more to understand the feeling. She had a brother, and she may have met Anna for a few hours, she instantly was wrapped by her caring aura.

"So, the insomnia is back?" Nuanced the Northuldra.

Another sad nod from Elsa.

Honeymaren looked around. "I have to go back to my watch." She said, and for a fraction of a second, Elsa thought that she wouldn't help her. "Do you want to come with me?"

The blonde's heart made a leap.

"M-me?"

"Yes, you." Snorted the brunette.

"But I know nothing about standing guard."

"Nonsense. You were able to spot and stop Bruni on your first hour here, you can manage a few reindeer getting too close to the river. Besides, you ride the Nokk, don't you? You can even gather the herd if needed."

The blush was clear on Elsa's cheeks, even in the darkness, and she had a bashful smile.

Honeymaren's smile was even wider in reaction. "Come."

She sat up, and held her hand to help her stand up. Elsa sniffed one last time, resolutely, and smiled as she lifted her hand to put it in hers.

When their palms touched, Elsa's skin wasn't cold anymore.

#elsamaren #frozen drabbles #frozen fanfics #frozen 2 #post frozen 2 #i think this may be the closest to canon post frozen 2 work i've ever done #in terms of chronology #angsty and nervous elsa with reassuring honeymaren is canon to me even outside of elsamaren #like - you can tell that her first days in the forest were a chaos for the nerves #frozen #disney #writing #fanfiction

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Little Spoon

Rating: T Pairing: Hans/Elsa

I suddenly had the urge to write these two again so @nap-hime provide me with a quick prompt and I whip this out

If this feel a little depressing then blame Youtube because “The Next Right Thing” played at the right time

It still haunted him.

He never truly talked about it, didn’t want to concern those around him over something so… trivial such as this. He knew that they were past it—it had happened yes, but then it didn’t, and it was what mattered, didn’t it?

Everyone else seemed to have taken it with a confident stride, had perhaps even moved on from it, and he was sure he had as well. But then, from time to time, although sparse and far in between to the point that he was sure he would not experience it again, it had come back to him.

This nightmare that came from the depth of his mind—his heart, that rendered him into feeling so useless—helpless, muscles tense and yet he was unable to move at all, frozen in place as he was forced to recall everything. The aching in his heart as if it had been squeezed and rip right out of his chest, he gravity that pulled him down until it felt like he was drowning, how his throat had felt like closing up and choking him from inside out. He would wake up then, panting and drenched in sweat, as he reminded himself that it was all just a dream.

Tonight, though, it was worse.

He watched—because that was all he could do, as her body had slowly turned into ice, how her blue eyes were blown wide with fear as she looked at him, calling out to him, reaching out as she cried out for him to help her, as she sobbed and panic as she repeated the same words over and over again.

“Hans, I don’t want to die! Please, Hans, help me! I don’t want to die!”

But he couldn’t move, he couldn’t reach her, his body was not cold and it was not turning into ice the way hers was, but he was frozen in place. He couldn’t even mutter a word back at her no matter how hard he tried.

This was usually where he would have woken up, this was supposedly when he would open his eyes to find himself in the darkened bedroom, lying down and facing the ceiling as he calmed his breathing down.

He was not waking up though.

He kept staring at her, he kept his eyes glued to the frozen solid statue of her—face contorted forever in fear, a hand reached out toward him as the other curled against her chest.

And suddenly he could move.

Because he was approaching her statue now, the closer he was the more details caught his attention. Even as an ice statue he could see the dusting freckles across her face, could see the individual lashes of her eyes, the plumpness of her lips now blue and stiff.

His hands reached out to cup her face, the coldness that seep through his gloves, staring into the lifeless eyes of hers.

Yet he had no chance to grief, to cry and to beg her to wake up and come back to him, because her frozen solid hands had suddenly grabbed hold onto his wrists, holding him in place with vice-like grip that stung his skin, and her face had now contorted into one of anger—of fury that he had never witnessed before.

“Why did you let me die?!”

His eyes shot open then, gasping for air as if his chest had been deprived of it, yet he had not seen the ceiling he was expecting.

No, it was her face that filled his vision, hovering over him, concern knitted deeply into her brows and overall expression, and only now had he realized that she was grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Hans!” her voice was laced with both relief and question as she stared down at him. “What’s wrong? You were trashing in your sleep and I couldn’t wake you up.”

He realized his eyes stung, blurry, before her thumb came to swipe the running tears away from his face before her hand rested gently against his jaw. His arms came reaching up until he could wrap her in his embrace, pulling down and flush against his own body. Her skin was cold, but this was the coldness that he was familiar with, this coldness was not biting nor that it stung, this one was comforting, this coldness was his Elsa. Alive and well.

Her breath brushed against his neck as she softly sigh, lashes tickling his skin as she blinked and closed her eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Usually, he didn’t. But this dream, this particular one that was different than the others, pushed him to open his mouth, to pour out everything that had been plaguing his mind restlessly. How she had died and then didn’t, and how the grief had consumed him despite its brief existence.

Because he was afraid. He didn’t know what he would do without her, didn’t know how he could live should he lose her, didn’t know how he could keep on standing when the thought of her dying somewhere that not one of them could reach gnawed on him from the inside out.

And she had listened to every word, had assured him that she was there and she was not leaving, had sat with him in their bed as they talked, had took his hand and place it against her chest where he could feel her heart beating and assured him that it was just a dream.

“Hold me.”

It had been his request and she had nodded without question as both assumed their place under the covers once more. Like this, he couldn’t really smell the scent that came from her loose platinum blonde hair, but he felt secured with her arm over his body, he felt safe by clutching her hand against his chest as she pressed her body against his back.

He felt her lips—plump and soft and warm, against the nape of his neck as she kissed him there.

“Don’t worry, I’m here.”

#helsa #hansla #iceburns #queen elsa #elsa #prince hans #hans #frozen #hans x elsa #elsa x hans #post frozen 2 #but elsa is still queen cuz I said so #drabble #it actually exceed the limit by like 8 words but who's counting #am I still considered alive in this fandom #ravine's fic

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