Bubbline - The rock shirt origin chapter 1/!\ This fanfiction contains alot of bubbline and If you don't like that, feel free to not read. Also, this fanfiction will be rated as M for mature in further chapters. Hope you'll enjoy your reading /!\Bubbline - The rock shirt origin chapter 1 by Kimari-Youso
When looking at the rock shirt, Bubblegum heart was pounding. It’s like Marceline gave her yesterday. Oh wait, she did. She couldn’t really believe that the vampire got her so easely in love. The princess was the kind of girl that says no to anyone because of the royal duties. Her lover was not the first girl to try to hit on her, but everytime one of them was trying, she told them that the kindom needs a king so there was no possibility of having a lesbian relationship. Even though, at the moment she was thinking that, her heart belongs to the vampire queen. It’s surprising from the one who refuses every single person to get involve with her in a relationship, even though that could make less royal duties to do. How strange she felt when thinking of that night ag
W for Winterview Chapter 13Bonnibel turned over restlessly in her sleep, nestling down further into the pillow. A muffled sound escaped her as her eyelids flickered.W for Winterview Chapter 13 by Novum-Semita
She was standing on the shore next to a pier. The waves lapped against the wooden beams and the keening cry of a seagull carried over the breakers. She looked up as she spotted someone standing on the end of the pier. Bonnibel stepped onto the pier and made her way over to the figure. She knew who she was even before she saw her face.
“Marceline?” she asked, “What are you doing out here?”
“I had to talk to you,” replied Marceline.
“Talk to me?” said Bonnibel, “About what? And why out here?”
“I had to make sure we were alone,” replied Marceline. She took a step nearer, “I came to warn you.”
“Warn me of what?” asked Bonnibel.
“We need to be careful, both of us,” replied Marceline, “Rumours are just the smoke. And where there’s smoke.
Sweet Death: Fragility P10Chapter 10: FragilitySweet Death: Fragility P10 by KleinerKiller
Blackbox smiled as he waited.
In spite of the destructive potential that could have demolished his plan in minutes, everything had gone off virtually flawlessly as he spectated through the kingdom's camera feeds. Nobody had died out of the order he'd arranged, and Finn had managed to improvise such a creative way of taking Hunson's life that his respect for the hero skyrocketed. Every event had lined up perfectly to inflict the maximum amount of emotional trauma on Marceline. That meant that the most difficult and problematic part of his project was done and over with.
He was home free. Project Black Box would be seen to completion, one way or another.
Chuckling, Blackbox leaned back and allowed the crisp night air to fall on his bare, undisguised face. He kept himself hidden in shadows, in the unlikely event that someone would wander by, but it was enough for him. It was unlikely that he would get another moment of relaxed pleasure like this until his project was
Sweet Death: Fragility P11Chapter 11: In His HandsSweet Death: Fragility P11 by KleinerKiller
The sun rose over Ooo, and Marceline woke up.
Only the crossbow set up by the bedroom door and the half-nude princess nuzzled against her chest remained to let her know that the events of the night hadn't been some twisted nightmare. It almost drove her to tears, but she was altogether too drained to cry.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around Bubblegum, gently pulled her up, and nestled herself in the princess's thick, sugary hair. The overpoweringly sweet scent, accentuated by Marceline's enhanced senses, nearly knocked her back into a blissful unconsciousness. It was only by virtue of last night's memories that she was barred from her rest, so she quickly retracted, lest she accidentally start sobbing again and wake her lover.
After everything her father's death had prompted her to say, Marceline had been terrified that she wouldn't be able to reclaim the princess's affections. She had, of course, disguised those fears with snarky remarks. The sp