SPOILERS!!
So uhh let’s delve into what was going on with the Winter King…
So clearly he’s much more selfish than our Simon ironically enough. We already know that he projected the curse onto PB which is actually insane, but I wanna talk about his more subtle moments.
He mentions not being in love with Betty, and seemingly forgetting her. He doesn’t really care about her which makes me think that Betty and Simon weren’t close so Simon became more selfish because of it. But also, there’s the issue of Marcy.
We’re shown that Ice King DID go through the same motions of our Simon, showing him with little Marcy and turning fully into Ice King before he somehow managed to give the curse to PB.
Compared to regular Ooo, this one seems kinda empty. Idek where the Finn is or the rest of the elements besides Ice and Candy. Also, something clearly happened to Marcy.
Ice King mentions that Simon can make an ice Betty with the crown, as if it’s totally normal. We can gather that this is what he did for Marcy as the only Marcy left is an ice version of her younger self with her real bass guitar. From this we know that this versions Marcy is likely dead.
We can further on this since PB is this versions Ice King, we can assume her Betty would be Marcy. It seems he does care in a way for others, but none of the people he actually cares about are real or alive. Maybe it’s his way of coping for everyone he knows dying. I also think it’s possible he killed a lot of people as Ice King.
Just like how Ice Finn murdered a lot of people, maybe this Simon went crazy faster than our Simon and ended up killing Marcy since he’s not as selfless as our Simon.
This world was crazy and I hope we get more lore on what the hell happened cause that plot twist was actually insane.
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Auron x Reader | Love to Keep Me Warm
sfw
gender-neutral reader
fluff
“It’s cold.” Auron stated.
He came from behind, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his head into the crook of your neck. One of your hands landed in his hair, and the other continued to stir the simmering pot over the stove.
“I know, silly, that’s why I’m making the hot chocolate. Now go get warm on the couch and I’ll be there with our drinks.” You kiss his temple before Auron reluctantly pulls away, making his way to the living room while hugging his clothes to himself.
“Sorry about the wait,” you apologize, placing both mugs onto the coffee table. “Leave it to cool for a bit. It’s not the most classy, but it should keep you from freezing.”
“Thank you, Dear.” He yawns.
You observe Auron’s shivering form, holding the blanket around himself tight.
“Are you still cold?”
“Oh, aren’t I always cold?”
Insufferable, really. You roll your eyes, but still offer a small smile and scoot closer.
“Is it alright if I join you under there?”
With a corner of the blanket in hand, Auron stretches out his arm and puts it around your shoulders. He embraces you fully, leeching off your warmth and melting into your touch.
“Aw, there you are. Sweet thing.” you remark. You kiss his lips softly, met with a satisfied hum and a tighter hug.
“But it is a little strange; you’re acting awfully passive. What’s gotten into you?”
Auron nestles his head into your shoulder, stubbornly staying in place.
“What’s ‘gotten into me’ is exhaustion,” he admits, almost ashamed. “And the cold. All the fatigue I’ve been repressing is starting to resurface with our few days off.”
“Poor dear.” you coo, lighthearted but nearly taunting him. You comb your fingers through Auron’s silky hair, taking full advantage of such a rare and vulnerable state. He stays quiet for a while, basking in the serenity of it all.
“Hm…Keep this up and I won’t even be awake to drink that hot chocolate you worked so hard on.”
“I can stop playing with your hair if you’d like.”
“No. I’m just fine here.
You sit together in the quiet for a few moments, until Auron breaks the silence with a warning.
“Also, I may be tired right now but I am not delirious enough to let you tell anyone about this. So don’t.” He only mumbles his caution, but still offers it in full seriousness.
“I wasn’t planning on it, don’t worry.” You soothe him again with a kiss on the forehead, quieting the room once more. “Tell you what,” you offer. “How about you rest your eyes while our drinks cool? I did let it boil, so we have a short while to wait.”
“That’s fine with me,” he finally sits up, if only for a moment to kiss you. “Thank you, Darling.”
“Oh, anytime. Rest well now, will you?”
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