Finn's Dad From Adventure Time Novels & Stories

Before, no matter how Kael corrected him, Finn would stubbornly mumble “Daddy.” Today, “Uncle Ronan” felt like an invisible wall suddenly thrown up between them. “Finn, you… didn't you always see your uncle as a shadow of your father? What's different today…?” He tried to keep his voice steady, searching Finn's face for an answer. Finn bared his sharp little baby teeth in a small grin, his eyes clear. “Uncle Ronan, Finn just missed Daddy too much before and got confused. Now Finn's grown up. I know my Alpha father, Kael, went to be with the Moon Goddess at Blood Moon Cliff five years ago.”

Finn scoffed, “You make it seem like I was a hitman for everyone when you know fully well that I was your hitman.” “You make it sound so romantic,” I stiffened my laughter, “I just need you to do one more job before I send you abroad, pick a country.” “Ziora knows,” Confusion set in on my face. “What does Ziora know?” I sat up as fear gripped me, what was this bastard saying? “Ziora knows Mr Juhani isn't her father and she knows I'm her father,” My eyes widened as Finn revealed. I stood up and slapped him across the face, “How did she know!!”

"You didn't just use my father to lie. That's preposterous, Kael. How can you suspect Finn of killing my dad? He was in your dungeons." "I said what I said. Your father wasn't attacked by Ferals; the story of the Ferals was a cover-up story suggested by your father himself, and he was the one who asked me to remand Finn in the dungeon because Finn had tried to kill him twice. Once when he lost his mother and shortly after you left, but because of the good relationship he has with his father and how much…"

My fingers were still sticky with the evidence of my impatience, and I could feel my cheeks flush at the thought of either one of them walking in on me like this. I tied my robe hastily, not caring how disheveled I looked. My mind raced with possibilities—Adrien’s smirk, his sharp eyes trailing down my body, or Aries’ brooding presence as he took over the room without saying a word. But when I yanked the door open, the air felt like it had been sucked out of my lungs. “Dad?” He stood there with a practiced smile, his dark suit crisp and his hair slicked back like he was fresh from some corporate meeting. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. My father? Here? After all these months?

I stiffened as Matt and Erica walked up. “Andrew. Good to meet you. I’m Matt Bryant.” Matt extended his hand. My friends stood beside me, as if offering an odd sort of support. It left me wondering if I needed their help. Were things going downhill? Sure as hell felt like it. “Nice to meet you too.” Andrew narrowed his eyes a little. “You’re not related to Kent Bryant, are you? You look a lot like him.” Matt chuckled. “He’s my father. I got more of my mom’s talents I guess.” Matt glanced around and smiled. “Damon is the accountant like my dad. I went a different way.”

Finn leant in to my ear and was practically bouncing like a child on Christmas day. “Granddad has a lady friend… like a real ‘lady friend’” “What??? No way!” “Oh yes way! He thinks I don’t know but me and Johnny’s brother Rikkon have been hanging out-he skateboards- we should go skating now your better! Anyway…we saw him sneaking off one day so we followed him… and well we saw him kissing this mature lady.” “Wow my dad actually found someone… this is incredible. You know that’s why we never moved out I was worried about him being lonely. So this is huge.”

i watched as he proudly crossed the room and ran to Chuck. Chuck looked up at them with surprise and then i watched as his brow wrinkled, before he quickly managed to paste a smile on his face and shake Finn’s hand. I knew he had to be wondering what was going on between us, as i’d never mentioned Jacob’s father before. Jacob must’ve insisted Finn sit with him in the players section, not willing to let his dad leave his side, because I saw finn, businessman tycoon, a billionaire, kneel down and sit on the Mats. I would've caught flies if they were around - my mouth was so wide open. I quickly shut it and got the food all ready for the boys.

"How's your father doing? I haven't seen him in months." "Good, I think," he replies awkwardly. "I don't see very much of him." "Oh?" she probes. "I live in a share house. Dad lives with his fiancé and her kids," he explains. "Oh..." mum says softly. "Fuck that. You're more part of that family than she is," Finn spits and we all turn to him in surprise. "Finn, watch your language," mum warns. "Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with your dad? He literally chose that new family over you."

“Finn, what's gotten into you? Max, what did you do to my little boy?” “I did... nothing,” Max managed, his face held down by Finn, who was sitting atop him now. “He simply vanished.” “Bloody lair!” Finn screamed, bouncing on his head. “Enough! Cut it out now,” I yelled, startling them. Finn quietened, sliding off his father. “Now, young man, it's a minute past bedtime. You have preschool tomorrow. Max? Take him upstairs.” “Okay.”

"Aspen, my dad, Richard. Dad, Aspen." Finn and his dad have matching eyes, but little else in the way of similarities. Well, they're both tall too. Richard, has blond hair and a rounded face. His chin is nothing like Finn's square jaw. We exchange pleasant greetings and the boys continue to talk about how the renovations have gone for the building.