Hidden Talent - [Adventure Time]

A/N: You know, I don’t write enough of the guys.  So here you go!  250 words, three minutes.  =)

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HIDDEN TALENT
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His fingers are quick on the keys, dancing hither and thither like flames in a fire.  His shoulders shake:  his chest heaves and his collar jumps and he’s grinning, lips pulled brazenly back from his teeth.  As the prince’s toes set up a tappity rhythm beneath the piano bench too, Marshall Lee floats the rest of the way into the window and kicks it quietly closed behind him.

When Gumball finishes whatever he’s playing a minute or so later, the vampire starts up a slow, heartfelt clap.

The prince whirls on the bench, snatching his hands from the instrument’s teeth in a manner almost guilty.  “Oh,” he coughs, “Marsh, uh—hey.  What’s up?”

“Dude.”  Marshall Lee swoops to the side of his fellow monarch.  He repeats reverently, “Dude, daaang.  I didn’t know you could play like that.”

Fetching a glance over his shoulder at the piano, Gumball smiles—a small, shy sort of smile—and shrugs.  “Oh no, really, I can’t—”

“Huh-uh.  Don’t even.”  Marshall Lee lands on his feet proper.  Dropping onto the bench next, he swings his legs around:  bumps his hip against the prince’s.  “Here, scooch over.  Give us another show.”  As the other man hesitates, the vampire sweeps his thumb down the back of Gumball’s hand and urges, softer this time, “C’mon, Peeg.  Don’t be shy.  Play for me.”

Their elbows scrub a little.  Smile strengthening now, Gumball straightens—spins on the bench to face the piano once more.  “Well,” he says, “for you, okay.”

Quick Chat - [Adventure Time]

A/N: Happy to oblige!  Here’s 500 words for ya.  Five minutes.  =)

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QUICK CHAT
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“What’re you staring at, kiddo?”

Fionna’s gaze flits up to the vampire’s face.  She flushes, coughs: looks away again, gnawing her lip.  Over her lap her hands worry together.  Her knuckles flash in the afternoon’s wan light, agleam with solid, shiny scar tissue.  “I wasn’t staring,” she protests, except she was and she knows it and she, just like Finn, is the world’s worst liar.  The pink of her cheeks deepens to something nearby scarlet.

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Interruption - [Adventure Time]

A ficlet about Snowbunny, perhaps?

Snowbunny! (Ice Queen/Fionna)

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INTERRUPTION

She stomps into the castle uninvited as always:  throws free her rucksack and tosses away her sword.  As the blade goes clattering into the kitchen—“Wenk!” chides Gertrude—she folds, falling facedown onto the couch across the Ice Queen’s unsuspecting lap.  Frost gleams in the ragged twist of her hair, and the slush on her boots drips to the floor to craft small, shimmery puddles.  Thwip-twip-thwip.

“As I’ve told you three times already,” says the monarch, “I won’t consent to a duel with you until I am finished with this.”  She scarcely glances up from her magazine, but her mouth puckers and she continues, “Tsk.  You’re making a mess.”

“Simoooone,” groans Fionna.  Into the Ice Queen’s thigh she thrusts an elbow, squirming:  when she turns her face sidelong to the older woman’s stomach, the heat of her cheek and brow sears through the fabric there.  “I’m tired of waiting, glob, and it’s snowing buckets and I—”

Dropping her magazine to curl her fingers about the ears of Fionna’s hat, the Ice Queen pulls the girl’s head aloft.  She interjects delicately, “Patience, my dear”—against the swell of Fionna’s throat her other hand curves, nails grating—“is quite a virtue.”