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Interruption - [Adventure Time]

abetterlovedeservingof asked you:

A ficlet about Snowbunny, perhaps?

blackcatula asked you:

Snowbunny! (Ice Queen/Fionna)

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INTERRUPTION

She stomps into the castle uninvited as always:  throws free her rucksack and tosses away her sword.  As the blade goes clattering into the kitchen—“Wenk!” chides Gertrude—she folds, falling facedown onto the couch across the Ice Queen’s unsuspecting lap.  Frost gleams in the ragged twist of her hair, and the slush on her boots drips to the floor to craft small, shimmery puddles.  Thwip-twip-thwip.

“As I’ve told you three times already,” says the monarch, “I won’t consent to a duel with you until I am finished with this.”  She scarcely glances up from her magazine, but her mouth puckers and she continues, “Tsk.  You’re making a mess.”

“Simoooone,” groans Fionna.  Into the Ice Queen’s thigh she thrusts an elbow, squirming:  when she turns her face sidelong to the older woman’s stomach, the heat of her cheek and brow sears through the fabric there.  “I’m tired of waiting, glob, and it’s snowing buckets and I—”

Dropping her magazine to curl her fingers about the ears of Fionna’s hat, the Ice Queen pulls the girl’s head aloft.  She interjects delicately, “Patience, my dear”—against the swell of Fionna’s throat her other hand curves, nails grating—“is quite a virtue.”

Thaw - [Adventure Time]

A/N:  This fic was inspired almost in its entirety by an idea of Yamino’s, and therefore this is for her.

I hope y’all enjoy it!

Words:  4,500

THAW

She has just wedged herself firmly into her favorite couch cushion, her dinner tray in one hand and her television remote in the other, when the rightmost wall of her living room shivers and explodes. 

Instantly she is engulfed in a needle-prick cloud of frost.  Frozen shards pepper her from shoulder to shin—her belongings spray everywhere.  The penguin sampler she so lovingly crafted and hung above her mantle goes sailing over her head into the kitchen; her shelves full of videotapes and books crash to the floor and scatter.  Plastic cracks, crunches and she opens her mouth to screech her outrage, jerking to her feet, but two chapped, scabby knees slam into her ribs not a second later and she is bowled backward over her couch’s arm, upending her dinner tray, losing too her remote. 

Her assailant rides her mercilessly down to the floor and pins her there, digging elbows into her shoulders, throwing weight onto her chest such that she gasps and flails, wheezing for breath.  With a mournfully metallic tink-tink-tink her tiara skitters away and then one of those same knees from before, glob, shifts to thrust itself high between her legs.  Twisting in her hair next, fingers wrench her head aloft and heat washes over her cheeks as Fionna the Human snarls furiously into her face, “Where is he, Ice Queen?”

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