Bigmouth Strikes Again
Would it be weird if (Y/N) is in a flower shop, buying flowers for her friends?
It's not like Fionna and Cake are dead, or anything. It's just that they came home really injured from their mission, and even BMO lost a few buttons. Thankfully, Prince Gumball and his trusty companion Lord Monochromicorn came to the rescue. It had been almost three weeks since the adventuresses' return, and (Y/N) had been staying in a house that she'd been renting since she got a job at a Candy diner. And today was the second day from when they came back, and she badly wanted to see them.
Marching nervously along the street, (Y/N) clutched the bouquet of marshmallow tulips and catnip. (Y/N) also wanted to buy something for BMO, except that she wasn't sure what to buy for the robot.
Her body suddenly froze.
Red flannel shirt. Blue jeans. Those goddamn sneakers that look awfully familiar.
(Y/N) had to blink several times, just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.
No way he's here. He hasn't even showed his freaking butt for three weeks just because of some stupid reason (e.g. his pride being hurt). So, no. It's probably someone else.
The next time she opened her eyes, it was gone. She shook her head, feeling like an idiot for stopping in the middle of the road.
She made her way to the castle. Butterscotch Butler gave her a nod as she smiled at him, coming closer to him.
"Do you know where Prince Gumball is?"
Butterscotch Butler gestures towards the staircase. "He's in the infirmary, my lady."
A deep blush crept into (Y/N)'s cheeks. It was quite a lot to take in, but it's really weird that a friend of hers is royalty. And if she may add, a very hot royalty made of bubblegum. Weird, but, whatever.
And being called lady. . .she suddenly had a vision of a bunch of Candy people kowtowing to her and calling her Queen (Y/N), while strolling hand in hand with the one and only King of Vamp—
King. King of the Candy Kingdom.
And Butterscotch Butler probably addresses Fionna and Cake that way. Or any other female who has royal business or something.
The butler's voice brought her back to ugly, ugly earth. "Uh, are you alright?"
(Y/N) must've been making a face, like she got a spoonful of medicine that had a good aftertaste. She shook her head, bringing the bad thought aside.
"I guess so. Gotta go, man."
She ascended the almost endless flight of stairs, sighing. She even plucked a marshmallow tulip from her bouquet, then felt guilty afterwards.
It's been almost a month since she woke up from her thousand-year sleep, which she doesn't even believe. She doesn't feel any different from before. . .or so she knows. She's got a ton of questions about how she got preserved, or how the hell did she even end up there; and still, no answers.
And walking through the familiar corridor, she immediately knew which door lead to the lavatory. All doors looked alike, except for the one for the infirmary.
Gingerly knocking on the dark mahogany surface, (Y/N) took a deep breath to calm herself.
The door slowly opened to reveal Fionna in a body cast, while Cake looks like a mummy.
(Y/N) smiled shyly, hesitantly pushing the door open.
Then there was Prince Gumball.
His hair was unkempt. He looks slightly rumpled in an oversized white shirt, but nonetheless, he was still very handsome.
