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a suggestive simoncest / winterkov drabble
featuring a trans simon (it's my drabble and no one can stop me) & canon divergence
NOTES:
- i haven't watched f&c so be gentle with me! i wanna see how my before and after interpretation of them when i get to watching the series <3
- to be edited and posted to ao3
"Kiss each other!"
"Don't think it hasn't occurred to me."
Three things seem to happen all at once: first, Simon's stunned "WHAT!" then Cake's fur fluffing up and eyes dilating into thin lines and finally Fionna's covering her barely hidden grin. Gunther just keeps on clapping, although the smacks seem to have increased in tempo.
Simon whirls around to face this-this-! Winter King or whatever nonsense he calls himself and tamps down the confusing heat rising to his cheeks, letting his initial surprise and delayed (fake) disgust show on his face instead.
"Now, listen here-!"
But, of course--of course--the Winter Hooligan sees the cracks in Simon's mask and goes for the kill, leaning into Simon's space with a leer and a hand winding around Simon's waist.
Which.
Oh, dear.
Simon shudders.
Winter King grins, razor sharp and so wide that his eyes crinkle at the sides, gaze hungrily taking every micro expression Simon can't properly hide.
"Oh, that is such a lovely expression, my dear Simon," Winter King downright croons.
Speechless, Simon can only gulp.
While he hasn't taken his attention away from Simon, the Winter King says to their temporarily-forgotten and half-amused, half-exasperated audience, "That's that! If all of you would excuse us, this won't take long."
That kicks Simon into action. "Wait, what are you-!"
The yelp that came out of Simon when Winter King heaves Simon into his arms in a princess hold is drowned out by Fionna and Cake's agreements and well wishes which, rude. The nerve, the absolute gall of his so-called 'friends'! Simon just knows there's an ironic edge to what just happened but he's a little too flustered and a whole lot of flabbergasted to put up a proper fight.
With a snap! of slender fingers ringing in his ears and a split second of snow obscuring his vision, Simon is suddenly standing inside the Winter King's domain, glistening ice fractals and piles of snow at the corners and all.
And a canopied king-sized bed pushed to the farthest wall.
Simon feels like he'd stepped into that one sauna he had indulged in back home, heat invading his body. But now, the beginnings of---something stirs right below his navel.
Jumping at the sudden pressure and the searing coldness around his waist, Simon snaps his gaze to the side (away from the bed, thank you very much!) and locks eyes with a too-close Winter King. The ensuing jolt isn't much of a deterrent, it seems, as the Winter King crowds further into his space until Simon presses his back to the cold wall of Winter King's domain.
His breath hitches, warm air leaving his lips and fogging the space between them.
"Shall we, sweet Simon?"
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TW: NSFW
Old man cat boy yaoi ; ) Yes even more Winterkov that is uber cringe.
You can see the full image on my side twit @CoeurToiles.
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Side twit (NSFW [has all my Winterkov art]): @CoeurToiles
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Tw: NSFW
Lmao I was lazy on the censor I’m sorry, I even finished the art on that censor but didn’t post it cuz… the implications as Dennis would say. (That was a joke) I’m gonna color this later.
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