#fionna and cake fluff

[sunrise-imagines]

Can I get some childhood friends to lovers hcs for Finn? Like the reader grew up with him and now they're dating as adults? Gender neutral or male reader also please :3

Of course!! I love this idea so much. Hope you enjoy!

TW: Light angst, lots of pining, hurt and comfort

Adult Finn x Reader Childhood Friends to Lovers

• Being the only two humans in Ooo, it was only a matter of time before you met each other at the ages of 12.

• Similarly to Finn, you had been found as a baby by a couple from the Candy Kingdom, and they raised you as their own with the help of Princess Bubblegum, her and Marceline becoming sort of older sister figures to you.

• One day, while visiting the castle, Ice King burst in from the wall in an another attempt to kidnap Princess Bubblegum, snow blowing everywhere as you looked up in fear.

• But then, out of nowhere, a boy with a bear hat and a magic dog burst in, beating the crap out of Ice King who fled back to his castle.

• When he turned to look at you, you both became shocked. Neither of you had any weird mutations or odd features, and he certainly wasn’t made of candy. He was human. You were the same.

• And from that day forward, you and Finn became inseparable friends, with you sometimes joining him and Jake on their many adventures.

• You watched as he grew up, fell in and out of love, found an entire island of other humans, met both his biological Mom and (deadbeat) Dad, lost his arm, and eventually prevented a war/world ending event. You sat with him as Fern lay dying, and went with him to plant the seed that would eventually sprout a new willow tree.

• Sometime after the end of Adventure Time, Finn and Huntress Wizard amicably broke up, deciding their relationship worked best as good friends/occasional work partners.

• Having developed a longtime crush on him, you had hoped that now was your chance, but your nervousness and not wanting to ruin your friendship got the better of you so you continued to admire him in secret.

• That was until Jake passed away, and Finn’s personality reverted back to when you were kids and the only thing that mattered was fighting monsters and adventuring.

• You grew concerned as he started to go on more and more dangerous missions, often times for no reason other than the thrill of it, and time after time he’d come back with even worse wounds. But you were always there to patch him up, no matter how bad it got.

• But today was different. After Simon had opened up to him and expressed his depression and how he felt out of place in this world now that he lost his magic, Finn had the bright idea that a life-threatening adventure was what he needed to cure his sadness.

• This of course went terrible for Simon, but Finn thought it was great, and when he came back afterwards with a giant slash on his back and told you about it, that was it.

• You went off on him, telling him that while you know he’s still grieving, almost getting himself killed all the time isn’t the answer. You were tired of seeing him get hurt, and in your righteous anger, you finally admitted that you were in love with him. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you softly admitted that you’d loved him since you were kids, and seeing him act like this after all of his past growth was hurting you.

• Finn’s eyes grew wide, he had no idea that you had felt that way about him. And even more, that you reciprocated the feelings he’d had since you were 18. But with everything going on, adventuring and eventually Jake’s death, he felt like he never had time to pursue a relationship you.

• So he pulls you into a hug, stroking your hair as you continue to cry into his shoulder. He apologizes for making you worry, saying that he didn’t know why he acted the way he did, he just needed a distraction from the pain of losing his brother. But in doing that, he had forgotten he still had you.

• He puts his hand on your chin, directing you to look at him. He smiles down at you, wiping away your tears with his thumb as he confesses that he felt the exact same way.

• Your tears change from ones of sadness to joy, and you feel the urge to kiss him. Luckily he has the same idea, and gently pulls you towards his lips and kisses you sweetly.

• Eventually you both pull away, and in that moment, everything feels like it’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.

• After you officially start dating, he stops going out on adventures as much, instead opting to spend more time with you and Jake’s kids.

• Of course, adventuring is still a part of him, but he focuses more on helping people than fighting and killing things, and of course he brings you along for the ride. Finally, after so many years waiting, the two of you are together.

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; winter king

requested by ; 🍾 anon (30/11/23)

fandom(s) ; fionna and cake

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; winter king

outline ; “Winter King nsfw and dating hcs :3c ~ 🍾”

note ; characterisation may be shaky as this is my first time writing for this fandom and this specific character

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

a relationship with the winter king is going to be, above all else, going to be incredibly atypical — of course he’s a very fun and energetic spouse, and of course he does absolutely adore you and dote on you, but he also has a very unusual approach to attachment and doesn’t shy away from how comfortable he is with recreating lost loved ones with sentient ice versions of themselves should they pass away or leave him

(you had already met ice marcy by this point, and were vaguely aware that there was at some point a flesh-and-blood marcy that was at some point lost, so this wasn’t a completely shocking revelation for you when he mentioned maybe replacing you if he wasn’t able to find away to extend your lifespan to match his own)

his pet names for you are either very traditional and gentlemanly or very unusual and amusing — swinging wildly between the tried-and-true ‘my love’ and ‘my dear’ to affectionately referring to you as various objects with a complimentary adjective in front of them

he’s also been known to call you his ‘beloved assistant’ on occasion, but its use is far less common than the other terms of endearment that he uses with you

extremely physically affectionate to the point of it almost appearing performative at times — the two of you always seem to be touching in some way: his hand on the small of your back/shoulder as you walk around the palace, him grabbing your hands and guiding you in a dance, him wrapping an arm around your waist to stop you from falling, him kissing the backs of your hands, him nuzzling his nose against your cheek whilst hugging you from the side, and the list goes on

not even remotely opposed to lavishing you with gifts and attention (he is the winter king after all) — so expect to have entire wardrobes filled with the most flattering outfits and accessories you could possibly imagine, a veritable entourage of servants and assistants ready and eager to wait on you hand and foot, your favourite foods and drinks available at the snap of your fingers, and just about anything and everything else he can afford to have made, or create/arrange for you himself

has absolutely arranged and composed entire ballads and musicals for you/in your honour, including vocals and instrumentals by himself as well as the involvement of his many subjects who were all too happy to honour their king’s beloved consort

you are a distinct source of jealousy and conflict for the candy queen due to her obsession with your partner, but you rarely ever have to worry about becoming a victim of one of her schemes since he’s so meticulous about keeping you well out of harm’s way (going so far as to even hide your existence to those outside of his kingdom’s borders just to minimise the chances of her learning about you before he had the means to properly protect you)

you are the only person who gets to see the sides of him that don’t fit as neatly into the ‘perfect benevolent monarch/creator’ image that he’s made for himself over the decades — the sides that are vulnerable, that are angry, that are apathetic, that are cruel, that are remorseless, that are both fully himself and yet so unlike him that you find yourself doubting that your encounters with these slips of the mask are anything more than false memories or the misshapen fragments of dreams you’ve had

either way he still treats you as nothing less than his equal, his contemporary, his best friend, his consort and co-parent, so it doesn’t really matter much to you if he has those moments — nobody’s perfect after all

he’s an incredibly light sleeper and rarely ever gets more than a few hours rest at a time, being both an early riser and late to bed every night, so he’s always there to comfort you if you have a nightmare or are unwell for whatever reason — and he’s got plenty of potions and spells and good old fashioned pre-ooo remedies to address any sort of mental or physical ailment that’s interrupting your sleep

[ferntern]

Bugs when you lift up a rock

[mjlor-chan]

Small

[lvl100hummuswarrior]

I think betty has been self conscious about her hair since she was like 10 and simon is consistently annoying about how pretty her hair is

[8-0mph]

Sleepy on the train.

Video version:

[yaboybenji423]

Scarab and Prismo Traveling

Gotta take your 2D boyfriend out of the Time Room some time

(Based on Fionna wearing Cake, also have a textless version)

Bonus: https://www.tumblr.com/yaboybenji423/738993194182770688/scarab-and-prismo-traveling

[nat-dribbles]

happy love day❤️❤️

[sysig]

Congrats on your promotion (Patreon)

[coltitz]

missing him

[pun-wizard]

Scrabby 2.0!!!!!

Thoughts and process @pun-o-rama

Hand stitched with faux Minky and cotton fabric, weighed down with poly pellets.

[vxnillsstuff]

Just saw your prismo headcount and LOVED THEM!!! Could you maybe do a little fic or headcanons (I don't mind) with a gen!neutral reader that can turn 2D? So they can interact with Prismo 'n stuff? Idk I think it just sounds cute :>

"In all your forms..." - Prismo (Fionna and Cake) X GN!Reader

NOTE: Thank you for the request and compliment! Question (for anyone who reads the notes... Would you guys like if I streamed on Twitch while I write or have a Discord server? I know some people enjoy that kind of community. LMK! Also, sorry if this writing is a little weird, i'm working on my PC.

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You. You are an intern for the not-so-magical wishmaster, Prismo. You had been an intern for about... 50 years now actually! You wouldn't say you were extremely thrilled with being his intern, but hey; At least you weren't floating in the middle of the universe, slowly disintegrating.

You could go on and on about all the things that made you upset about him. His stubble, his messiness, his handsome face-

ANYWAYS! Ever since you got the job as "wishmaker intern", you've had the weird power to become 2D. Not the most favorable thing in the world but it made your job a little easier when it came to working with Prismo.

You were sitting in the time room politely while Prismo clicks through all the channels like he always does. "When will I ever get to use the remote?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"Maybe in a couple hundred years." Prismo says, a smug look on his face. You roll your eyes and scoot closer to him to see what he's doing. "You know... You're kind of a prick." You say, looking away from him.

He scoffs. "You could be floating around space right now, you know that, right?"

"Yeah yeah..." You say, glancing down at his thumbs as they flip through the channels. "Do you always have to be... I dunno... 2D?"

"What?" Prismo responds, slightly glancing in your direction,

"Can you be like... 3D?" You respond, feeling the tension growing in the air.

"Yeah but I don't like it..."

"Oh..."

You two sit in uncomfortable silence.

"Do you.. like me? Like... A coworker." He blurts, breaking the silence and putting the remote down.

"Wha- I mean, I guess." You say, looking over at Prismo.

He makes eye contact with you, making you tense up a bit.

"Then why do you always have an attitude?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows. You are silent.

"Exactly."

You didn't know why you were always so rude to him. Maybe it is a defense to your underlying feelings. You shiver at the thought of these feelings and it almost makes you feel sick.

"I can see right through you..." He says gently, his eyes piercing through you.

"Wha-"

He chuckles as if he isn't feeling anything. "You want to hate me, but you can't." He says.

What do you say to that? It's true. You feel cornered.

"Prismo.." You shutter out. He just... Laughs.

"You like like me!" He says, still laughing.

"Prismo stop- This is mean." You say, a blush spreading across your face.

"When did I say i didn't like you too?"

The words falling out of his mouth making you feel stunned. Is it a trick? A joke? You couldn't tell. Your heart felt naked and exposed with all of this emotion. You want to cry but, you wouldn't. At least, you wouldn't let him see you do so.

"I like you." Prismo says. He isn't joking. He isn't joking or tricking you. It is pure emotion.

There is a gentle silence.

"I like you too... I think i'd always like you... No matter the universe. I'd like you in all your forms." You say, feeling all the emotion that has been pent up within your heart release. Tears roll down your face but, you quickly try to wipe them up.

He smiles and helps wipe your tears. Being 2D made things easier, that's for sure.

"50 years..." He says, giggling.

You giggle with him, holding your hands together.

With him, time is forever. Time is now. There is no expectation other than one; that he will be there forever. A crush so childlike. So pure and undiluted. Just liking each other. Liking the presence of another.

"So... What now?" You say.

TO BE CONTINUED (IF WANTED)....

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[rainydayz-nstuff]

I see your “fem!reader rizzes scarab up to distract him as he tries to destroy her world” headcannons, and I was wondering if you could write a oneshot or a Drabble for it, mayhaps?

Yeah, of course! I’ll do a fresh scene where Scarab and the reader are hanging out.

You were peacefully watching a movie on your laptop. You could use the tv, but you felt lazy and decided to watch it while laying on the ground.

Your eyes were closing before you felt a family vibration in your body. Your eyes widened before realizing what was happening.

“Uh oh-“

You were instantly brought to Prismo’s room. You stood up with a sigh and rubbed your eyes. “Okay, what’s up this time?”

Prismo gave you a nervous smile with a wave. “Down below….. heh…. Please help.”

You rolled your eyes as a floor board opened and your could hear yelling and things before thrown. You walked down the stairs and quickly dodged a… whatever the thing was.

You put your hands on your hips while staring at Scarab, who was throwing a full tantrum.

He breathed heavily with his back facing you. Clicking your tongue, you walked down the stairs more. “Sweetie-“

He turned around and faced you, his real face emerged from his mask plates while he hated his razor teeth. But you didn’t react, other than raising an eyebrow.

“…okay, weak attempt, let’s just take it slow.” You put your arms out to touch him. A deep rumble went through his throat before you pulled him close.

His head rested on your chest, he was bent down awkwardly, and he inhaled your scent. You grazed your fingers over his helmet.

“There you go…. Aren’t you a sweet thing?”

You teased him with a cheeky smile. He mumbled something before closing his eyes. He stayed there for a minute before he froze.

He then stood up tall and backed away while faking a cough.

“Um…” His voice cracked while he cleared his throat again. “Never… mention, or do, that again.” He whispered.

You laughed at his weak attempt to seem like a tough guy. “Okay, no promises.”

You then pulled him down by his tie before pressing a small kiss near where his mouth would be.

“But you know I can’t keep my hands to myself~”

Hope this was okay! And I did not mean to post this right away! That was a mistake on my part.

[danyses]

When the memories come back

Simón Petrikov x Reader

beer flavored kisses

when the kisses was scattered on your neck and his breath choked a distant groan.

it feels illegal, almost painful in your chest, the way he's touching your face, the way he's whimpering your name, touching the haven and going down to hell.

Don't care now about the dirty floor of the bar restroom, don't care about the ugly smell of candy and vomit, don't care how bad it feels, cause your body screams for him.

And maybe he's gonna be embarrassed when the sun wiped out the alcohol in his blood and the memories come back again as a storm without pain, when his mind goes clear.

But just for now , you're going to enjoy this, even after knowing he doesn't love you.

He only loves one woman.

And this woman isn't you.

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Requests are open, friends.

[aria-greenhoodie]

"Aria, how many Petrigrof AUs do you even have!?"

Well um.

Well you s ee...

[0yuri-chan0]

~ Promise Me ~

No because I didn't realize how down bad I am for Simon Petrikov 👍 but its honestly okay. So @adeilmidnight said "Kinda want a part two." So they gave me a amazing idea! Why not write about the night when Simon Petrikov came crawling into your arms when Betty was mangled into a monster! I'm such a genius. So if you read 'Loveless night' first its fine this one I'm just going into more detail. Enjoy!!

Paring - Simon Petrikov x Gn reader

Warnings - none

Genre - Angst and fluff (Like in between the two)

Bang, Bang the sound of knocking coming from your front door woke you from your slumber. You sat up in the bed as the sound got more desperate. Bang! Bang! Bang! Who would be knocking at your door in a middle of a storm especially at 3:24 in the morning this was sure to fuck up your sleep schedule. And of course you had a forbidden nap today so it was already fucked to begin with. Pounding on your door snapped you out of your train of thought. A groan escaped your lips as you swung your legs out of bed and slip on your slippers.

You walk down the stairs step after step the banging growing louder when you finally made it down the stairs. Bang! Bang! "Okay okay I get it!" You swung the door open seeing no other then Simon Petrikov. Or should you say the guy you had the biggest crush on but couldn't act upon anything because he was with Betty. Of course you wouldn't have him cheat on Betty with you so you stayed at a safe distance. Simons fist was in mid air stopping when you opened the door. Man was he soaked I mean you could already had guessed that. The storm looked as if it was going to get worse. Simon's clothes looked tattered and wrinkled, that worried you he'd never looked like that. His hair devilish, glasses crooked you couldn't tell of that was rain or tears in his eyes. "Simon?" You questioned with a puzzled look. "She's gone! T-Turned into that.. That.." You were even more confused then you were to begin with. Why was he here in a middle of a storm standing on your porch crying? Why is he still outside in the rain... Wait why is he still outside. "Simon get in here your going to catch a cold." He didn't even care about a silly little thing like a cold. He wanted Betty and he knew he couldn't get her back, never. Only did he move then you grabbed his arm and pulled him into your living room. Closing the door behind you as Simon stood off to the side sobbing his gaze focusing and unfocusing on random items.

"Who's gone?.. Simon what is happening?" You could see his hands clenching into fits when you asked that. Clearly you didn't know what had happened to Betty. "Betty.. She's turned s-she fused with Golb" His voice was desperate panicked even. He started walking back and forth. You thought no you knew you looked shocked, you knew the color was draining from your face in that moment. It only seemed like yesterday you were talking to her now she's dead? Not really dead you thought just a different form. You didn't want to think that you could never get Betty back. But then you felt something what was that feeling in your chest?.. Relief. Why did you feel relieved? Simon is having a mental breakdown in your living room. Yes it was true you like Simon more then a friend but you didn't think you'd feel relieved and happy when Betty was out of the picture. You felt something else the more you thought about it.. Guilt. It was guilt that ate at you while you looked dumbfounded as Simon paced back and forth.

You knew you shouldn't feel that way because Simon had just lost Betty it wasn't fair to him he needed someone right now. Even if he wanted Betty he really didn't have a choice now did he? "Simon I'm sorry." You swallowed the lump in your throat once he finally looked you in the eyes, his red puffy swollen eyes. You finally caught a glimpse of his raw emotions. And that's what it was, raw you could tell he near his breaking point. All you could do was listen and comfort him. "Its my f-fault I shouldn't had- I shouldn't had let her stay." You frown grabbing him gently and moving to the plush couch. It croaked under the combined weight. Simon didn't protest as you wrapped your arms around his figure your fingers gripping the fabric of his suit. Soon following a blanket Simon placed his face between the crook of your neck as his tears soaking your pajama shirt.

You started drawing small shapes on the his back gently to calm him down a bit. "She wanted you safe." You felt his breath on your neck when it grew rapid. "We.... You can't think of what you could've done to save her Simon." Your tongue darted out of your mouth and licked your chapped lips. "I know what its like if you do. It'll pull you under and it'll be harder to get back to the surface." At this point you didn't care if he got your pajamas wet nor your couch. You felt his hands wrap around your figure in one slow motion.

"I know it... It just hurts." A choked sob escaped his lip as you ran your fingers through his hair. The rain was hitting your window harshly as the two of you sitting in silence for a moment then Simon decided to speak up. "It felt like my heart was ripped apart, My soul locked behind glass as I watched her be ripped apart from me." You held him tighter trying to get impossibly closer then the two of you were already chest to chest. And man, oh man how badly you wanted to kiss him. Make him feel better, feel loved. To help him feel whole again. You couldn't help the thought while looking down at him shushing him softly. Telling him it was okay and all this happened for a reason. To tell him that it wasn't his fault that Betty wanted to save him, to keep him safe.

He wanted to believe you, to believe his best friend since forever but he couldn't. He felt scattered his emotions everywhere. Your hold meaning to comfort him only reminding him how Betty used to hold him. He wanted to be reminded what it was like to be held by her again. Her fingers gently scraping his scalp. The way she used to make him laugh. The way she used to make him feel whole even without the crown. His mind tried to recall what she smelled like, tried to recall her laugh and giggles but he couldn't. All memories replaced by that day, the day she stayed behind. His mind replayed the kiss, their last kiss. His heart ached he wanted her back so, so badly. He needed her touch, her kiss just hold her one last time.

When he did finally calm down, his breathing slowed. Making it obvious to you he fell asleep in your arms, while still in wet clothes. That was the first objective getting him out of those wet clothes. You figured he could fit in your old clothes. You gently moved the blanket off the both of you and scoop him up bridle style and carried him up the stairs to your room. With very, very, very obvious blush took off his clothes and changed him into ones that you thought would fit him. They were a little baggy but it was still fine as long as you got him out of those wet ones. You moved him to your bed and covered him up.

"Jesus Simon.." You whisperd under your breath as you kneeled down beside your bed resting your head on your arm as you faced Simon's sleeping form. "I'll be here for you, okay?" You moved some of his hair behind his ear. "Because I love you..." You didn't know why you confessed when he was sleeping. What good was that going to do? Make him fall for you tomorrow? You'd doubt that, though it would be a nice. "I love you.. More then a friend." You whisperd the last part as you took a close look at his face trying to memorize every single detail. The way his nose curved, his eyelashes wet from crying. Damn it he really was beautiful. You gently took his glasses a soft sigh escaped from your lips when he didn't stir in his sleep setting his glasses on the night stand gently.

"This is wrong.. Shit its so wrong." Yeah it was wrong. You loved him but the guilt wouldn't let you not now, maybe not ever. You stood to your full height. At least he didn't know or heard you tell your sinful confession. When you walked out your bedroom to sleep on your couch which was semi wet. Simons eyes shot open and sat up on the bed. A deep red appearing on his cheeks as he stared at the closed bedroom door.

So anyways.. Yes its long and yes I'm not sorry. I honestly never wrote angst. So please tell me if it was good and you want more of it 🙏. When you read the angst part play No surprises by radio head omg it sets the mood so fast. I hoped you liked it!