me btw. if you even care
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hi guys.
so. you're probably wondering where ive been for two months... exams came up and im processing that i could have autism so yeah. BUT DONT WORRY the jealous trope story is coming up VERY SOON an the prince and the carpenter will be updated next week :] ty ygs for being so patient.
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OH MY GOSH. HI GUYS ::peeking out from bush:: the request is still in progress, but to make up for the delay here's a little sneek peak! Thank you all for being so patient and kind <3 it means a lot to me.
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Hi! Im in Love with Simon and i love the jealous trope, so I was wondering if you would do a short story where simon and y/n have been dating for awhile, simon and y/n both experience the world hopping and such as seen in fionna and cake. And once they get to winter kings universe, since winter is also a Simon he takes interest in y/n! And we get some adorable jealous Simon moments!
(The reader of course is loyal and in love with Simon so they arenât interested in getting with winter!)
OMG I LOVE THAT IDEA.... ::twirls hair::
i feel like simon would ignore it at first and act like he doesn't care, but kind of have a breaking point when winter king goes too far...
i'll get it out next week!!
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fanfiction writers... getting inspo from each other... chittering like chimpmunks
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please use the readmore function on your longer posts
alright đ sorry for not doing so earlier
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The Prince and The Carpenter
EIGHT MONTHS OF EDITING AND IT'S FINALLY FINISHED.... i hope ygs enjoy this little chapter :DD constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!!!
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rating: TV-14
warnings: none
Trees rustled in the breeze, releasing their orange leaves throughout the sky. Squirrels hustled and bustled, frantically gathering acorns to prepare for the coming winter. Bakers vigorously kneaded dough behind frayed windows, whilst others in the kitchen popped steaming pies out of the oven to cool. Many people and their families were out and about in the town square, laughing and bragging to each other about the spoils of their harvest.
Yes all was well in Palisadeâ but children always find ways to disrupt a perfectly peaceful day.
âWeâre going to be awesome, Min-Gi! Just you wait, theyâll never know what hit them.â a boy dressed in red-colored rags said enthusiastically, giving his cully a toothy grin. âMmm. Iâm not sure, RyanâŚâ the other boy, presumably Min-Gi, replied. âisnât it a little⌠untraditional?â Min-Gi asked.Â
âYeah! Thatâs what makes it fun!â Ryan chirped, putting an arm across Minâs light blue jerkin. Min gave him a weak smile, tightly gripping the shiny flute in his hands. Min was nervous, he wasn't quite sure how his parents would react to their performance. After all, they hadnât exactly practiced a lot, the possibilities of how his parents would react was infinite, and it was all on such short notice, they could have at least planned it better.
All these thoughts were running through Minâs twelve-year-old brain, distracting him from the current moment. Somewhere in the mix he mustâve found a middle ground, because eventually, Min glanced up at Ryan, whose grin was infectious. This was an absolutely terrible idea, but some of Ryanâs enthusiasm must have rubbed off on him, because he gave in. âOkay, Iâm sure one song couldnât hurt.â Min exhaled, following Ryan to the throne room.Â
And with that, it was over.
Long story short, Minâs parents werenât terribly fond of the performance. Min could tell right away, his mother had that sullen look plastered on her face, attempting to hide it with her fan. His father simply ignored him, looking away from him. Min should have known, really, it was naive of him to think it would go any other way. He could still remember the metallic taste that lingered in his mouth after he removed the flute from his lips, tasting more bitter than usual.
Consequently, the next week, Min was told by his parents that Ryanâs family had moved, catching him completely off-guard. He didnât quite know how to feel, Ryan wasnât exactly good at talking things over with him, or his family for that matter. Min just couldnât grasp why they would leave, being carpenters for the Rulers of Palisade was definitely not a bad business deal.
In just a few days, Min felt his entire life shift before his eyes. His studies became harder, dances and parties frequented more often, and extracurriculars doubled. Min rarely had time to himself, and the world simultaneously felt too big and too small. He did it all diligently, but it still took him back a little. Okay, maybe more than a little. Â
It didnât get better over the years either, it just kept adding up. So he learned to keep up.
âMin-Gi, are you in there?â an overt voice asked, snapping the prince back into the present. Minâs eyes darted to the foil sword in his hands, and he sighed, twirling it around in front of him. âSorry for interrupting your daily brooding fest.â The lady in front of him muttered, rolling her eyes.Â
The woman in front of him was Roseline, his insufferable fencing instructor. She was a pale-skinned woman of slender stature, with curly hair trimmed perfectly at her chin. Regularly donning a green kirtle with a white band collar, she always dressed to impress. But above all, Roseline was a perfectionist. She had high standards; and she expected nothing less from anyone, prince or not. Although Roseline was a supposed âexpert,â it didnât make her any less exhausting.Â
Generally, Roseline would teach him techniques and he would practice them on some sort of prop. Yet, since this was a summative test, he would have to use the skills he learned against her. He replayed the moves in his head over and over, silently wishing he had practiced more yesterday.Â
âSo, are you gonna stand there orâŚâ Roseline trailed off, looking down at Minâs shoes. With an exaggerated sigh, the prince put one foot back and bent his knees, indicating he was ready for the match to begin. Â
Roseline made the first move, a sideways feinte. Min could feel the sword start to slip out of his hands, but he braced himself and did a swift counter attack. In this moment, there was no âMinâ or âRoselineâ, no fancy titles, and no petty grudges. There was just his blade and his opponent; and the blade was determined to succeed.Â
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being a writer is a curse... every like reminds me i must write more
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HI MY NAME IS ROBO ANON AND. I just read ur simon piece and I'm insane and mentally ill for him. I loved it. I haven't finished adventure time yet (i know the majority of the major plot beats tho just from general osmosis of content from my siblings.) and I'm watching fiona and cake with my roommates. Eeeeee
HELLO ROBO ANON!!!! honestly i watched adventure time all out of order... BUT I WILL PLAN A REWATCH SOON!! also im so glad you liked my little oneshot :DDD
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will be publishing another story soon... ::evil:: thank you for reading my stories i really appreciate it :]
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untitled- simon petrikov x reader
(just a very indulgent oneshot i wrote... i hope ygs enjoy! [btw y/n is NOT excusing simon's behavior at the end im sorry if i didn't make that clear] also pls excuse all grammatical errors... i wrote this in a few hours)
warnings ! - making out and sexual implications
rating - tv-14
It was early in the morning, when he left. At first you assumed he had simply left for work, but something felt off when you woke up. Half of the blanket was sprawled across the floor, Simonâs uniform was still neatly folded on the desk, and most alarmingly, there was a note on top of it.
âNo, no, NO.â you stammered, dragging your fingers through your hair. You didnât have to read it to know what it said. He was going to leave you again and he wasnât going to come back. You hurriedly threw on a robe and slippers, not bothering on finding a proper outfit. You dashed out the door, shoveling your way through crowds and crowds of people.
âTo Ooo?â The sailor asked, eyes wide. You didnât have time for questions. You needed to find him now, before it was too late. âYes. Immediately.â The sailor nodded, and started vigorously rowing. You knew you were being difficult; and possibly a bit entitled, but something like this couldnât wait. You needed him to stay away from that thing.
âThank you!â you said, scurrying out of the boat and into the woods. You didnât know why you always tried to run after him. Deep down, you wondered if itâd be better if you just left, let him deal with himself. It was getting kind of tiring, like playing a never-ending game. You were not amused by it.
However, time and time again you still found yourself helplessly in love with him. It was probably foolish at this point, but he was always gentle; sweet. You just hated to see him like this; so upset. You would do anything to see him happy again. Â
After about ten minutes or so of running, you were surprised to see him sitting on a log, staring down at the ground. Taking a second to catch your breath, you slowly started walking towards him, still bearing in mind that he could still be thinking about taking the crown.Â
Your plan failed, Simon perked up immediately as he heard a branch break. âY/n?â Simon asked, confused. You sighed, and picked up your pace, stopping about armâs-length from him. You forced yourself to relax and hear him out, but it was hard to not look a little angry.Â
âWhat are you doing out here, Simon?â you asked, your voice softer than expected. He was silent for a second, scratching his head nervously. âI donât know anymore. Iâve just been⌠so out of it lately.â Simon clasped his hands together, avoiding eye contact. You put your hand out for a moment, before taking it back.
âWere you thinking about taking the crown?â you whispered, hands clenched into fists. Simonâs head sank lower, his glasses hanging lopsidedly off his face. âYes,â he admitted. âI thought it would make everything better again. But⌠I didnât want you to go through that, not again.âÂ
Your fists loosened up a little, it wasnât perfect, but it was definitely a start. You adjusted your robe, and sat next to Simon. âThank you for being honest with me.â You said, reaching for his hand. Simon turned around, giving you a weak smile. You laughed, and leaned in for a kiss.Â
In that moment, everything was perfect. Your hands fluttered at Simonâs waist, and his hand was around your neck, the other cusping your face. Simonâs tongue settled in your mouth, and your lip was inbetween his teeth. You found yourself pinning him to the log, moving up and down on his mouth, holding your breath like youâd drown.
Eventually, you both pulled back, gasping for air. You were both too tired to take it any further, and Simon peppered your cheek with soft kisses. You were grinning helplessly, staring lovingly into Simonâs eyes. He brushed your face, before resting his head on your shoulder.
Yes, it was definitely a start.
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heyyy!!! my name's plex and i like to write!!
i mainly write simon petrikov x readers, rymin dabbles, and other infinity train fanfictions. i accept writing requests from fionna and cake, infinity train, and darcie little badger books!
writing request rules:
nothing illegal (incest, minor x adult, gore fetishes)
no real people x reader
i honestly write anything if i feel like it. commissions may take awhile since i am a student!^^^
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