Can you do one of Winter Prince introducing S/O to Ice!Marceline (not sure if that's what they call that Simon's Marceline, haven't seen all of the show)
Thank you for this request, Anon! Took me some time to get inspiration, but that's a super cute idea! I'm gonna make this into a one shot, feels like it'd fit this scenario best, hope that's okay and that you'll like it!
Genre: Slice of Life 🍃 Word count: 1.6k
Icy Daughter
(Y/n) had been dating Winter King for almost a year now. It was an odd relationship to say the least; they could tell the man had a lot of secrets, but he also seemed to truly love (y/n), so they never really asked questions, confident that the King would slowly give them answers as time went by.
He was a very cryptic man after all; despite the months of dating, he’d only managed to trust (y/n) enough to let them move in in the last month or so, and they could always feel the presence of a little Ice Scout following them around whenever they weren’t with the King himself.
Still, (y/n) loved him and was willing to put up with his odd tendencies if it meant they could make progress in their relationship.
One morning, (y/n) was having breakfast while idly chatting with one of the Ice Scouts, sipping on tea which had gone cold by now due to the table’s icy surface.
Winter King had spent the whole night in his laboratory again, which honestly concerned (y/n). That was one of the rooms they had no access to yet, and they always wondered what in the world he could’ve been up to.
The Ice Scout reassured (y/n), however, that the King was in great condition, and would be joining (y/n) for breakfast soon.
As if on cue, Winter King walked through the lab’s doors, making his way towards (y/n) and wrapping his arms around their shoulders. “Good morning, dear!” He said with a slight softness in his voice.
(Y/n) looked at him and smiled, kissing his cheek, which felt cool to the touch, as usual. They couldn’t help but notice how the King had dark circles under his eyes. “Good morning, love… Did you spend another night awake?” (Y/n) asked, looking into the man’s white eyes.
“Oh, there’s no need to worry about me! You know I’m never tired!” The King replied, forcing out a laugh, before spinning (y/n)’s chair around so they’d be facing him. “Actually… I spent the whole night thinking about something of the utmost importance, and I’ve finally made up my mind on the matter.”
“Thinking… about something?” (Y/n) repeated, widening their eyes, whatever could that be? If it kept him up all night it must’ve been something REALLY crucial, maybe… a proposal?!
Winter King nodded, “yes, since you’ve been with me for a while now, I actually want you to meet someone special”
Oh, so… no proposal. Wait, someone special?! “I thought I knew all your… friends already!” (Y/n) exclaimed, their eyes widening in surprise. Winter King had kept that knowledge away from them for that long? But why would he?
“Weeeell, this isn’t a friend as much as it is family!” The King grinned, taking (y/n) by the wrist and lifting them up from the icy chair, while they stammered, trying to process what the king was telling them. Family? Winter King had a family and he’d never told them?!
“H-hold on just a second, I thought you didn’t have any rela-”
(Y/n) was promptly shushed by his finger gently placing itself on their lips. ”Hush… You’ll understand everything as soon as you meet her, I promise.”
Upon that request, (y/n) stopped asking questions, even if they had MANY, but they knew they’d be answered soon, so they managed to hold them off.
Winter King led (y/n) down to the castle’s oubliette, where a single room opened up, blocked by icy prison bars. Inside the room, a small Ice Girl with pointy teeth was sitting on her bed, playing an axe-shaped bass.
(Y/n) looked at her in a mix of shock and curiosity.
“Dear, why are you keeping her behind bars?” They asked in a whisper, looking back and forth between the two.
The King looked at (y/n) and laughed, “Oh my fair (y/n), don’t look at me like that… it is simply so I’m certain she’s safe from harm!” He explained.
His laughter alerted the little girl, who stopped playing her instrument and ran up to the bars, clinging to them. “Dad!! You came to visit!” She beamed, watching as the man unlocked her door and walked in alongside (y/n). “Who’s… that?”
Winter King grinned and picked up the little girl. “Marceline, this is (y/n), my partner! I figured today was the perfect day to have you two meet, aren’t they lovely?”
(Y/n) flinched slightly at the compliment and chuckled awkwardly, feeling Marceline’s eyes on them. “Uhm… hello there! I’m happy to meet you, Marceline,” they waved their hand, feeling rather tense. He’d never EVER hinted at having a daughter, and she was suspiciously similar to those Ice Scouts, although… she seemed to have more emotions.
Marceline blinked a couple of times, and then smiled. “It’s nice to meet you too!” She replied enthusiastically, holding out her hand.
(Y/n) shook it, and surely enough, she was made of ice. The questions in their head only increased as the seconds passed. Did Winter King create her to have a sense of family? Was she someone who he used to know? Someone who died maybe? Someone he cared a lot about?
However, now wasn’t the time to worry about that. Marceline was right in front of them and (y/n) didn’t want to discuss her nature right now, fearing she might get upset.
“So, Marcy, you’re Winter King’s daughter? I can definitely see the resemblance!” They chuckled softly, letting go of her cold hand. “I heard you playing the bass before, you’re really good, you know? Do you wanna play something?”
The little girl’s eyes sparkled “Y-yeah!! I’ve been practicing a lot!” She answered, getting off of the dad’s knees and picking up the bass again, excited to show someone what she’d been working on.
Winter King just observed as Marceline played her bass, wrapping a hand around (y/n)’s waist. He was glad that things were going well; (y/n) so readily accepting Marceline was something he’d really hoped for and it seemed like it was actually happening! That only made him feel like (y/n) was really the right one for him.
The afternoon went by smoothly, with Marceline showing (y/n) around her room and telling them stories about her good memories with her dad, wishing that he’d visit more often.
“Don’t worry, now that we know each other I’m sure he’ll be more than glad to visit you every day!” (Y/n) had reassured her.
Marceline gasped “Every day?! Is this true? You’ll visit me every day from now on?!” She asked, clinging to the King’s jacket.
“Yes, yes I don’t see why not, after all… I’d love for you two to become even better friends,” he reassured his icy daughter, who seemed overjoyed to have more people to play with.
Soon enough, however, little Marceline had grown sleepy, and Winter King tucked her into bed, before leading (y/n) out of her room, locking the door once more.
“So… what are your thoughts on Marceline?” The King eventually asked, wanting to be sure.
On the way back to their shared room, (y/n) got a bit of a serious look on their face, however. “My love… Little Marcy is adorable, but… why have you never told me about her before? Where did she come from? And why do you keep her locked up in there, when she’s such a well-behaved girl?”
Winter King slightly tensed up at all those questions; he knew (y/n) always had lots of them, but he wasn’t always certain he could give them all the answers, though maybe, he could make an exception this time around. “Dear, I was simply worried… worried that you might not accept her existence. Indeed, as you may have noticed, she is made of ice, just like the Scouts who work for me, she’s very frail, that’s why I hesitated…” He tried to explain.
“So… she’s your creation as well? Is she based on someone?” (Y/n) asked, but the King didn’t seem to like that question.
“I’ll… tell you soon, I promise, it’s just not… something I want to talk about right now. It’s been such a wonderful day, I’d hate for it to end on a sad note…” He whispered softly, looking for the reassuring warmth of (y/n)’s hand, his cold fingers intertwining with theirs. “I promise I’ll tell you…”
(Y/n) looked at Winter King and squeezed his hand lightly. “I understand… I can wait… but will there be a day in which I know everything about you? I don’t care when, I just want to know if that’ll happen.
He paused for a moment, and then slowly nodded, embracing (y/n). “Certainly, you will, I can swear on that…”
(Y/n) smiled a bit “Thank you… I have one more request however…”
“What is it, dear?” Winter King asked.
“Will you… please allow Marceline to roam around the castle? At the very least when she’s with us? I know you’re keeping her there for her safety, but… please, she deserves to have more freedom, and this castle is the safest place in all of Ooo.” (Y/n) replied, hugging the man tightly, and looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Winter King seemed amused, it was true, the castle was very safe, maybe he could allow it, Marceline would’ve probably been happy about it too… “I can’t say ‘no’ to a face like that,” he chuckled, kissing (y/n) on the lips briefly, but intensely. “But you must promise me you’ll keep her safe as well… you two are the most important pieces of my life…”
“I promise, I will…”
The End










