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sldlovescartoons · 7 months

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A little expansion on Simon’s ending/return to Ooo. A brief chat with Marcy and Extension of therapy scene.

Just a kick off for a series of Post-Cheers Simon fics where Simon works on his bullshit and gets to be happy lol

#adventure time simon #adventure time #at spoilers #fionna and cake spoilers #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #at fanfic #fac fanfic #fionna and cake fanfic #adventure time fanfic #mind the warnings in the tags

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haystarlight · 8 months

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• Title: Something warm on your plate, clothes on your back

• Author: haystarlight

• Fandom: Adventure Time (Cartoon)

• Pairing: Princess Bubblegum/Marceline Abadeer

The first time Bonnibel saw her, she was standing on the corner of the sidewalk playing her bass guitar.

Bonnibel was on her way to work and running late and yet she couldn’t help but stop herself to listen to the music. It was a beautiful sound; a little punk rock but also a little melancholic and a little sad. And actually, incredibly familiar.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

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myqueenmarceline · 1 year

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It’s Free Real Estate

Summary: The backstory for how Marceline got ahold of PB's sweater. (Missing scene with slight canon divergence, Marceline and PB are in a relationship.)

Warnings: none, this is just fluff

I wrote this as a gift for my little sister's bday. This is based on the white sweater with red, yellow, and blue stripes that both Marceline and PB wear later on in the series: https://images.app.goo.gl/UFeAAiBYjb3M8FJq7.

Thank you to @nebula-gaster for beta reading, I appreciate it!

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46226977

Or under the cut:

Marceline blinked slowly, the ceiling coming into focus above her. It was higher than her own ceiling, and she recognized the familiar arches right away. That was right, she had stayed over last night.

She and Bonnibel had finally started hanging out again. She still wasn’t sure if they were really dating or not, but they could take things slow. They both had plenty of time, and maybe the reason things hadn’t worked out the first time was because Marceline had rushed things.

Whatever they were, last night Bonnibel had invited her to watch a movie, and she had accepted. Then they had stayed up talking all night and late into the morning—late enough for Marceline to fall asleep, while Bonnibel went off to start her day. She was probably exhausted, but Marceline had seen her stay up for four days in a row before her brain finally crashed. She would be fine.

Marceline stretched, then finally rolled out of bed. Bonnibel’s blanket was soft and fluffy, and she kept one wrapped around her as she looked around. Her jacket was still lying on the chair where she had dropped it last night, but she had a better idea.

Marceline crept over to Bonnibel’s closet and opened it up. She knew that Bonnibel had some nice clothes, and she wouldn’t miss one sweater. Most of Bonnibel’s closet was pink or purple, but Marceline wasn’t after that.

At the bottom of a thick stack of sweaters, she finally found something she liked. A chunky knitted white sweater with thick red and yellow stripes across the chest, and some blue ones on the sleeves. She felt the material, and it was even softer on the inside than it was on the outside.

Marceline tossed the blanket back on the bed and put the sweater on. It was oversized and hung down her legs almost far enough to be a dress. She glanced down, adjusting the neck of the sweater so that it hung off of one shoulder. Even if she couldn’t see herself in the mirror, she could still tell that the sweater looked nice on her.

The door opened. Marceline turned invisible, hoping the sweater had changed with her. When Bonnibel stepped in, she sighed and reappeared again.

“Hey, what’re you doing back?” She asked, floating a bit closer to Bonnibel. “Is the kingdom finally able to run itself?”

Bonnibel didn’t look surprised to see her. “Unfortunately, no. Breakfast Princess and Wildberry Princess are here for afternoon tea. I need to change,” Bonnibel said, gesturing to her open lab coat and worn-out pink flannel. She glanced up at Marceline and squinted. “Is that mine?”

“Yeah. You mind if I borrow it?” Marceline asked, already going back down to the ground in case she needed to take it off. “It’s really soft.”

“Why?” Bonnibel saw that Marceline was confused, so she explained herself a bit more. “I mean, you have your own clothes. Why do you want mine?”

Marceline opened up the hidden drawer inside of Bonnibel’s closet, and pulled out the old band t-shirt she had given Bonnibel back in the day. “You’ve got one of mine.”

Bonnibel blushed, and she grinned. Too easy. She still had the sweetest pink flush Marceline had ever seen. She had just woken up, so she was hungrier than usual. She shook her head a bit, getting those thoughts out of her head. Feeding from Bonnibel was an emergency measure only.

“You can take it.” Bonnibel looked away, rubbing her arm. “And if… you want to trade more clothes, just let me know.”

“Thanks Bonbon,” Marceline said, letting her feet lift off the ground again.

She moved around Bonnibel and grabbed her jacket from the chair, draping it over her shoulders. She hadn’t expected to stay overnight, so she hadn’t brought her umbrella. She would need to turn into a bat and hide to fly back.

“I’ll go through your closet another night. I should probably head home and get some breakfast.”

Bonnibel nodded, glancing between Marceline and her closet but not moving yet. “Yes. I have to go before the others get suspicious.”

“Okay, cool.” Marceline tugged on her jacket, floating a bit closer to Bonnibel. “I’ll see you later then?”

“Goodbye, Marceline.” Bonnibel smiled at her.

“Bye.”

Marceline swooped in and kissed Bonnibel’s cheek, then flew away before Bonnibel could react. She transformed halfway into her bat form, using her wings to make both the curtains and windows in front of her open wide. Marceline curled up underneath the coat, her face burning as she flew away from the castle.

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hana-loves-bumblebees · 3 months

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“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

#ao3 #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fanart

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bebx · 7 months

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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yeehawpim · 8 months

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a comic about fix-it fanfics

#original comic #fanfic #fix it fic #fandom #dr who #bbc sherlock #avengers #my comic #my art #been thinking about the truly dumb amount of time I've spent reading fanfic #i started writing fix-it fic like a couple months ago and I Get It #teenage pim was a dumbass

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becuzmdsaidineededpersonality · 4 months

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#femslash #f/f fanfic #f/f romance #f/f ship #archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 tags #fanfiction #fanfic #fanart #destiel meme news

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midnights-dragon · 4 months

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#found this gem on twitter #ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 memes #ao3 writer #fanfic #fanfiction

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team--edward · 1 month

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Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own

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animentality · 5 months

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#twitter #fandom #fanfic #ao3 #headcanon #catholiscism #loooool

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sldlovescartoons · 7 months

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What if Simon got caught out with Choose Goose by that dog? Jail. Marcy had to bail him out, her POV.

Shaking of the writing dust!

#adventure time #fionna and cake #at fanfic #fac fanfic #simon petrikov #marceline #marceline abadeer #I miss having writing buddies/cowrites #I may dislike people but boy do miss creative collaboration #this sucks lol #shaking off the rust #shake shake shake

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i-will-write · 8 months

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#writers #writing #ao3 #writer #writers woes #fanfiction #writers meme #fanfic #writer memes #daydreaming #daydreaming in front of my open laptop

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myqueenmarceline · 1 year

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Intermittent Reveries Chapter 3: Waking up Together

Summary: Bonnibel wakes up to find Marceline sharing her bed. They spend some time together. (note: this is a oneshot sequel set in the universe of my The Awakening story, I recommend reading that first before reading this)

Warning: there is blood drinking in this (in a romantic way), it's graphic.

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21240134/chapters/113400160#workskin

Read from the beginning of the collection: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21240134/chapters/58406461#workskin

Thank you to @nebula-gaster for beta reading, I appreciate it!

Bonnibel groaned, rolling over and burying her face into her pillow. She knew she had to get up, but her limbs felt heavy. She could probably afford a few more minutes, she would just reply to her letters during breakfast.

“Good morning.” A hand brushed against the top of Bonnibel’s head, then slowly rubbed her back between her shoulder blades.

Bonnibel blinked, turning her head slowly. There was a dark shape on the bed next to her. Her heart stopped for a second, and she tensed up. She thought about how her closest weapon was in her dresser drawer, but stopped before reaching for it, realizing that it was a familiar shadow.

“Hi Marceline,” Bonnibel said, trying her best to relax fully again. “What are you doing here?”

“You invited me in last night.” Marceline tilted her head a bit, leaning in. “Don’t you remember?”

Bonnibel remembered that she had been very tired last night. A royal social had run late, and the ride home had been longer than she’d anticipated. She had a hazy memory of a tapping on the window, and a conversation that felt like a dream, before she crashed and finally slept.

Her face flushed as she realized that she had really spoken to Marceline that way. “Oh. Yes, I did.”

Thankfully, Marceline didn’t mock her, she just smiled and brushed a bit of Bonnibel’s hair away from her face. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, though I wish I could have slept a little more.” Bonnibel rolled over and stretched her arms above her head. Her spine popped, and she sighed in relief.

“You could sleep a little longer,” Marceline said, subtly shifting closer to her. “I’ll make sure no one disturbs you.”

“No, I should get up. I have work to do.” Bonnibel stretched one more time, then sat up.

“If that’s what you want, princess.” Marceline took Bonnibel’s hand and lifted it. She kissed the back of it, then turned it over and kissed her palm.

Marceline’s eyes seemed to bore into her, and she suddenly felt something shifting under her hand. She flinched, and quickly dropped her hand. Marceline kept her lips shut, but she could see them twitching before Marceline looked away.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’m just hungry.” Marceline’s shoulders hunched, and she seemed to close in on herself. It was uncanny; usually she seemed to effortlessly take up space.

“Oh.” Bonnibel paused, glancing between her hand and Marceline. “Do they always shift in your mouth? It must be painful.”

“Sometimes. If I don’t feed for long enough, everything in my body feels like it’s crawling and turning over.” Marceline stood up, reaching for a long black cloak hanging on the back of Bonnibel’s chair.

She knew she should let Marceline go take care of herself, but she didn’t want Marceline to leave just yet. The two of them had been quite busy in the last few weeks. She wanted to spend more time with Marceline, even if it was only a few minutes.

“Wait.” Bonnibel sat up, her feet dangling off the edge of the bed. She paused when Marceline looked at her, trying to think of something to say. “Do you want me to help with that?”

Marceline stared at her for a long moment, not blinking. Bonnibel flinched a bit when Marceline stepped closer, then quickly offered up her arm to make up for it. Marceline slid on to the bed next to her, making Bonnibel move back against the headboard to give her room.

Marceline took Bonnibel’s wrist and delicately lifted it up, her cool fingers brushing against Bonnibel’s pulse point. Marceline’s teeth moved inside her mouth again, but she kept her lips shut tightly until it passed. She looked even paler than usual, and something in her eyes had shifted. There was actually a ring of lighter grey around her typically black eyes, giving the illusion of pupils blown wide.

“Are you sure?” Marceline spoke quietly, and the hushed awe in her voice surprised Bonnibel. Was this some kind of ritual she was unaware of? Well, regardless, it seemed Marceline was on board with the idea.

“Yes. Go ahead.” Bonnibel tilted her hand back, brushing her fingertips against Marceline’s cheek.

Marceline moved too quickly for Bonnibel to see, burying her face into Bonnibel’s wrist and biting down. Bonnibel grunted, but she didn’t pull away. She clenched her hand into a fist for a moment then released it, relaxing herself as much as possible. Marceline didn’t seem to have a problem feeding, though. Bonnibel could feel a few drops of blood running across her skin, but most of it didn’t have time to pool.

It was a bit painful, but not as bad as Bonnibel was expecting. Marceline only sucked roughly for a few seconds, before she began drinking at a more relaxed rate. Her lips pursed, pressing more against her skin.

After another minute, Marceline stopped. By the time she lifted her head, only two faint pink dots marked where Marceline had pierced Bonnibel’s skin. Marceline rubbed her wrist gently, then let go.

“Thank you.” Marceline pressed close to Bonnibel and kissed her.

Bonnibel closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around Marceline’s shoulders. Marceline was warmer than usual from being under the blankets, but her skin was still slightly cold to the touch. She shivered as Marceline’s hands moved from her waist down over her hips. Marceline squeezed her hips, and Bonnibel knew she had to get away now if she wanted to get out of bed before noon. As appealing as the idea was, she would rather take time in the evening, when she knew no one was waiting for her.

“Alright, I really do need to get up now.” Bonnibel gave Marceline one more lingering peck, then got out of bed.

Her head began to spin, and her vision faded. She could still vaguely make out the shapes of the room, but everything was dark. She grabbed the edge of the bed, quickly sitting down again. Marceline rubbed Bonnibel’s back soothingly, her other hand hovering close to her side in case she fell.

After a minute of slow, deep breaths, Bonnibel was able to see properly again. She sighed and reached for her bedside table, taking a long drink of water.

“Are you alright?” Marceline asked, still rubbing her back.

“Don’t worry, I’ll feel better after I eat.” Bonnibel started to get up again, still holding on to the bed frame for support.

“Here, let me help."

Before she could fully stand, she was swept off her feet. Marceline held her in a bridal carry, pulling Bonnibel close to her. As she walked past the chair, she took up her cloak and draped it over Bonnibel’s shoulders.

“Marceline wait, this is too much.” Bonnibel squirmed, but Marceline’s grip was firm. Even if she was strong, Bonnibel didn’t want to hurt Marceline. “Please, you really don’t have to do this.”

“I know that, I want to do this.” Marceline lifted Bonnibel up a bit higher, so their faces were level with each other. “Would you really prefer if I just fed and left you feeling sick all alone?”

Bonnibel didn’t have a good answer to that, and they both knew it.

Marceline kissed Bonnibel’s cheek. “Let me eat breakfast with you, then I’ll leave. We can take the secret passages. No one else will even realize I’m here.”

Bonnibel turned her head, kissing Marceline on the lips. She adjusted the cloak comfortably around her pyjamas, then settled into Marceline’s hold. As Marceline carried her through the castle, she knew she had made the right choice. Her correspondence could wait for a little longer; she wasn’t going to lose her kingdom if she spent another hour with Marceline.