This is my first ever take on an AU version of the Genderbent Adventure Time! Please review and tell me if I'm doing well so far!

-J


Fionna's POV:

I can't believe I've finally been chosen! After years of waiting for the right man to actually pay five-hundred-thousand dollars (+shipping & handling) for me to be with him! I always thought that it was my bio that drove all of the men away.

My caretakers always said that dumb girls sell well. I don't quite agree with them though. One of the other girls at the institute, Bonnibell, was probably the smartest girl ever. When she was put up for sale she was taken within a week. I heard that the man who had taken her is an Explorer. She is so lucky. I'd love to go around the world. All I've known is the institute.

Hopefully my husband is the type to travel the world. I would very much enjoy that. I really wouldn't care how he looked. I was taught to love any man. No matter how obnoxious, hideous, or mean he was. That's how us Mail Order Brides are brought up to be.

As soon as I stepped off of the train, I sensed a pair of eyes on me. I looked around, unknowing of who it might be. My husband should be here in five minutes if I'm correct.

I checked my old hand-me-down pocket-watch (I was told it was from my actual father, but I don't know him). Yup, I'm right on schedule. I tried pushing my way through the bustling crowd of people. Eventually, after a lot of shoving, I've gotten to a little bench.

I sat down and laid my bags on the ground next to my feet. I wonder how he'd look like. Maybe he's short. Or maybe tall? Blonde, like me? Maybe even ginger; that'd be awesome. I've never met a ginger before. Bonnibell was probably the closest it's ever gotten to ginger. Her hair is a pretty strawberry blonde, but actual ginger is darker orange. I've seen pictures of how they look on Google.

"Excuse me, Miss?" a man with a velvety voice asked. I looked up and saw the handsomest man alive. His hair is a deep ginger (Coincidence? I think not!). Freckles were sprinkled over his pale cheeks. Behind thin spectacles his eyes are round and a lovey shade of clover. And he was so tall and lanky he reminded me of a stick bug. A cute stick bug though.

Then, realization hit me. He had spoken to ME! "Y-Yes?" I stuttered.

He looked at a slip of paper in his slim fingers then back at me. "Are you Fionna Martens?" he asked with a knowing smile.

I simply nodded. "Yeah, are you my...?" I trailed off, hoping he'd already know the answer.

He gave a warm chuckle and shook his head. "Unfortunately not, I'm not your husband. However, I am your husband's assistant, that's why he sent me to come and get you," he explained all while smiling.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"I go by Bubba," he said warmly. He held out his hand and I shook it. His hand was warm and gentle. "May I?" I didn't know what he was asking to do until he reached down and scooped up my bags.

I jumped up quickly. "No! You don't have to!" I insisted.

He just smiled. "No, I must. You came such a long way after all," he said in such a sweet voice.

Oh if my husband is anything like this man I'd be the luckiest girl ever!

He began walking away, to a car I'm assuming. I catch up and keep up with his pace easily. People, mostly women, stop and stare at Bubba. I don't blame them, he really is a handsome man.

The parking lot consisted of few cars and many busses. We reached an old beat up Corolla and I gave him an odd look. "This is all I can afford. Your soon to be husband only pays me what he thinks I deserve," he explained with a sigh.

I opened the car door and sat in. He went and put my bags in the trunk then came around and sat in as soon as I shut my door. He smiled, shut his door and started the car. "I really do hope you enjoy your new life," he said with his warm smile.

I felt my cheeks warm up and giggled faintly. "I hope I do too," I replied with full honesty.