Finn And Princess Bubblegum Novels & Stories

The smuggler? Finn groans. “Harder doesn’t mean impossible.” The board right outside our door creaks, and I shoot back before one of them can open the door directly into my face. Finn steps in first, a sleepless night hanging in heavy bags under his eyes. Behind him— “Princess Ingrid?” I say disbelievingly. She bounces in. “Apparently, I’m not supposed to be called that here.” Finn rubs his face and sits on the bed. Instantly, I understand a few important details. However, and whyever, Princess Ingrid has arrived here, Finn has spent the whole night trying to convince her to go back and failed.

Alpha Damon barked, the green of his eyes almost disappearing but she didn't budge. “Your name?” She cooed. “Finn…Finn Xander but you can just call me Finn…my friend over there calls me Finn.” He babbled. “Your friend?” She raised a brow. “But that doesn't mean you can kiss me. You can't kiss me at all!” He waved his hands as if explaining to a child. “Okay…” She shrugged and got up to her feet. “Now I feel all sweaty and need a bath.” ***

, he said. “No. There is one more thing left to do”, she responded. “Fin has been released and he is currently on his way to where we want him to be. Everything is in place now so what is left?”, he asked. “Take me to Russo’s cell”, she said staring deadpan into his eyes. Her amber eyes were blazing in flames. “Yes, princess.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Everyone's attention is drawn to me, Ray laughs immediately. "You ate all those fries?" he laughs, ostensibly staring at the gigantic, now empty box in my hand. I smile, my teeth glistening with excitement. "That was so good," I laugh too, "I love greasy food." "Hey," Danae declares, "I ate all of mine too!" We all turn our heads toward Danae's empty little bag of kids' food. I notice, all of a sudden, that the bag is decorated with fairies and elves. It seems to suit her, the more I think about it. One of the dark-haired fairies looks almost identical to her.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

When I rinsed her hair, she sat up straighter and began sculpting the bubbles into silly shapes — a tall crown, then a beard. “Look, I’m a bubble king!” she announced proudly. “A very regal one,” I said, bowing my head. “And now…” she added dramatically, shaping bubbles over her shoulders, “I am the Queen of the Flamingo Waters!” I laughed, playing along. “Then I am your royal assistant. What is your first command, my queen?” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Fetch me cookies. And juice. And maybe a tiara.” “Very demanding,” I teased.

As we struggled to regain our footing, a radiant figure emerged from the underbrush. Fianna, the elf princess, stood tall, her golden hair cascading down her back like a river of sunset hues. Her piercing emerald eyes sparkled with mischief, and her delicate, pointed ears twitched with amusement. Two companions flanked her, their faces set in determined lines. "Seems I like I missed," Fianna said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I glared at her. "Nice try, Fianna." Fianna's gaze swept our group. "Scott's not here. How disappointing. I was eager to challenge him."

Finn smirked and said, "Alright, alright. I'll let it go... for now." Finn's laughter slowly subsided as he realized the tension from Blake, and he could see why someone could get so upset about Sunny turning them down, as she wasn't like your typical girl; she was like a rare flower, flaws and all. He decided to give Blake some space and time to process his emotions, but as he walked away, Blake yelled out, Want some blow? " As Finn turned around, he noticed Blake was holding a small zip-lock bag of cocaine in his hand.

Bianca giggled and then she laid her eyes on Finn. She took a gasp and exclaimed, "Oh what am I doing?! Blabbing about myself non-stop! Look at this gorgeous young man! Who is he? Is he a model or something? Because if he is, I call the dibs on him. I need gorgeous Alain-Delon-looking young men for my Winter and Spring collection. I mean, look at him! Mother nature, spare some mercy on me!" Finn looked shy and lowered his head. I smiled at Bianca and said, "This is Finn. He's my friend. I'm not sure if he's into modeling and stuff, but if he wants to give it a try, I will definitely call you first."

Finn’s voice called from the other side. I exhaled sharply. Of course he had followed me. “Come in.” The door creaked open and Finn stepped inside, shutting it behind him. His eyes moved across the room, the tossed pillow, my restless pacing before settling on me. “Okay,” he said slowly. “What happened?” I stopped in front of him, throwing my hands in the air. “At the masked ball,” I said. “Morgana is playing the queen. I’m the princess.” Finn blinked once.