So this is my next attempt at writing a fanfiction. I would really appreciate constructive criticism, and even suggestions if you so wish to leave me any.
Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time or any of its characters. Totally love this shipping, though~
Enjoy, and please...hehehe...R&R!
Princess Bubblegum blinked a few times, trying hard to fight against her fatigue. Yawning, she pushed her goggles up onto her head and rubbed her eyes. With a glance toward the clock, she leaned back in her chair, raising her arms above her head in a satisfying stretch. Tipping her head back, she tiredly closed her eyes before slapping her hands to her cheeks and pulling down the cheek skin with a long moan. She lolled her head over her shoulders, groaning when her lab goggles hit the ground behind her. The small thud was followed by the melodic tinkling of her tiara rolling away from her desk. Sighing in annoyance, she pushed the chair back and bent to pick up the goggles. She threw them onto the desk, wincing when they bounced off of and dropped a beaker of bubbling green liquid. The liquid quickly erased all the writing from Bubblegum's notes, creeping over the desk and spilling onto the Princess's pink dress. Before her very eyes, the paper curled into itself, a small cloud of smoke rising above the paper. She looked down in a panic, noticing a similar cloud of smoke coming from her dress skirt.
"WHAT THE JUNK MAN?!" Bubblegum shook out the liquid from her skirt, speckling it over the top of her dress. The array of fading dots spread slowly over the dress at a distressing rate, and Bubblegum panicked. "Mother, mother, mother, mother, mother…!"
Through her stream of blaspheming Bubblegum fell back, wrestled the dress over her head and tossed it to a far corner of the room, examining her hands and chest promptly. She heard a shrill squeak from her desk and, alarmed, she rushed over.
"Ah, Science! Science, are you alright?"
The small candy corn rat nodded with another small squeak, and Bubblegum sighed in relief.
"Oh, Science, I'm sorry. Don't touch the solution; it will seriously hurt you your color will disappear..."
"Trying to mimic my special talent, Bonnibel?" Bubblegum jumped up and spun around to face the intruder, hands raised in a threatening pose. She groaned and let her arms go lax at the sight of the vampire floating a few feet off the ground, spinning a tiara on her fingertip carelessly.
"Have you ever heard of knocking, Marceline? Some people consider it to be, you know, a polite thing to do."
"Sorry Beebubs. Not my bag." Marceline floated closer to the table, reaching out to the rat so it could run up her arm. She placed Science on her chest before putting the tiara upside down on her head so the jewel touched the tip of her nose. Rolling her eyes back into her head, she showed her fangs and flicked out her tongue. "Bleh bleh bleh!"
Bubblegum rolled her eyes, and Marceline smirked.
"Seriously though, color-draining juice sounds more like my thing, Beebubs. What is that stuff? Been stealing my venom while I sleep?" She shook her head. "That'd be pretty messed up." Bubblegum huffed.
"For your information, it is a purification serum I MADE ALL BY MYSELF. I designed it to assist in the sterilization of materials used in creating life. Preventing contamination is essential in minimizing the margin of error."
Marceline picked her nose, obviously disinterested.
"That's great, Princess."
"But something is wrong…it isn't supposed to drain the essence of whatever it touches, just remove the dirt and shizz."
"Essence?" Marceline raised an eyebrow.
"Yes…exhibit A. My dress has been all but disintegrated…"
Marceline floated to the garment in question, clicking her tongue as the fibers of the cloth slowly came undone in the places saturated by the liquid. The paper on Bubblegum's desk was in similar condition.
"It doesn't seem to be affecting the desk, Bonbon."
"No…I designed it with the intention of using it to clean the instruments I use for the construction of the candy bodies as well, and though it does a spectacular job on the tools, anything other than they is pretty much melted down."
"Glob, Bubblegum…that's pretty jacked up."
"It's not what I envisioned, Marceline. Projects take time to perfect. It has come a long way but…" Bubblegum released a mighty yawn before continuing "…it is still in a fairly early stage of experimentation."
"Yo Prubs, you don't look so good…you been in here since the last time I saw you?" Marceline noted, for the first time, the bags under the Princess's eyes, and the way her hands and legs quivered. Though Marceline was immune to feelings of cold, she noticed the condensation forming on the windows from the cold of the night. Bubblegum was clad in a thin slip and pink flats. It had rained the past few nights…no doubt the Princess would be getting sick from the cold.
"Ummm…I suppose so. Come to think of it, yes, I did come down here after our last meeting."
"What?! Glob, Bubblegum, that was two weeks ago!" Bubblegum blinked at her.
"It was?"
"Yes!" Marceline floated to the Princess, placing Science and the tiara down on the floor gently at her feet. She reached out and placed her hand against the pink girl's forehead. "Prubbs, you're burning hot…"
"Thank you." Bubblegum winked at Marceline, placing her hands on her hips with a smirk.
"Now I know you're exhausted. Have you even eaten at all since then?"
"Of course. I'm not stupid, Marceline."
"Just totally nuts, Princess…" Marceline sighed. "Let's get you upstairs…you're all messed up." Science nuzzled up to Bubblegum's leg, holding the tiara up to Marceline. Marceline put it back on her own head, taking Bubblegum by the hand and pulling her to the stairs in the far corner of her lab.
"No way, Marce. I've gotta clean this gunk up. If I leave it in the lab, there's no telling what it will destroy."
Bubblegum walked to a supply closet and extracted a large pair of pliers, which she used to pick up the pathetic remains of her dress. She dropped it on the liquid seeping across the floor and waited for it to absorb the majority of the solution. As the serum ate away at the fabric, she dropped the fabric into a disposal chamber, where it was destroyed by a small blue explosion. She took a mop and wiped up the last of the liquid, discarding the mop as she had the dress. Marceline tried to help in washing the floor and table, but the Princess sent her away with small pushes and insisted it was solely a scientist's job and that she needed to use an anti-serum to counter any effects it might cause in the long-term. Annoyed, but too worried to voice her irritation, Marceline floated in the air a few feet behind the Princess, absent-mindedly fingering the tiara.
"Marcy?" Bubblegum asked, innocently. It had been several hours since she had started cleaning, and Marceline had drifted to sleep, hanging upside down in a corner of the room in her bat form. The tiara was tucked securely around her waist. The Princess's voice stirred her from slumber, and she squeaked a yawn, slowly morphing back into her regular form. She coughed when the golden belt threatened to suffocate her, and she pushed it to her head before she completed her transformation. Bubblegum laughed at the backwards, lopsided thing.
"What's up, Bonnibel?" She floated to the Princess, who let herself fall into the vampire's arms.
"Carry me." Marceline smirked.
"Did all the lab time finally catch up to you, babe?" Bubblegum nodded into Marceline's neck, and the vampire scooped her up bridal style, nuzzling the side of her oily head gently. The princess smelled musky, days of sweat and dirt masking her usual bubblegum scent. It was not unpleasant, this scent. Marceline found it safe, and even a little enticing. Smiling, she pulled Bubblegum closer and flew up the stairs, navigating the way to the Princess's room easily.