A/N: Last part. Enjoy!
Sometimes there are nights in Ooo so cold, so very dark that, when the creatures have put themselves and their own to bed, the princess of the Candy Kingdom will find relief in knowing no one will hear her cry herself to sleep. These nights are the only nights she will permit it of herself, despite that which weighs heavily on her heart and mind: Knowledge of intended war, political quarrels, and the frustration of holding one's tongue for discourteous diplomats who never deserved it. Stresses and anxieties will ebb with each tear, but will never fully disappear. Bubblegum will curl herself tightly into her bed linens and wait for sleep to claim her, gentle sobs hitching in her chest, and no one will hear her, no one will disturb her.
Almost.
Sometimes, Bubblegum will stir, awakening ever so slightly, to the feeling of something in her arms. Her sleep-addled thoughts will ponder at its arrival, knowing it wasn't there before sleep had overtaken her. It is always warm, soft, and familiar. She will smile into the fur against her chin and a soft snore will drift up to be caught by her ear. Sleep will grasp her again soon and by morning, the creature that had been wrapped in her embrace will be gone. Last night was no different, except that there is a voice lingering in her thoughts that is new, and this voice is loving and comfortable as it softly murmurs, "Bonnibel." Bubblegum will go about her day as usual, taking on the challenges around her, and because of that thought, that soft, lingering call of her name, and the familiar warmth that remains, she will find comfort.
A/N: I've been sitting on this for two days. Being new to means I can only post two stories a day and, as you may have seen, I have quite a few in my arsenal. I've been posting them in the order of when they were written.
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. I also enjoy reading reviews and constructive criticism, so please feel free! Thanks for reading!