Its been too long once again! Here is another lengthy chapter! It was originally going to be about a whopping 7k words long, but I cut it at the perfect spot, making it about 4k words long. I also havent finished writing up the other part, but i can give you this! I hope you like it.

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WARNING: Lemon!

Disclaimer: Adventure Time is owned by Cartoon Network. Bravest Warriors is owned by Cartoon Hangover. Both works are of Pendleton Ward's creation. The only characters that are mine are Pendleton, Rebecca, and Natasha.


"During those days people will seek death but will not find it; they will long to die, but death will elude them." –Revelation 9:6


Back within the castle walls, Marceline storms into her room, her eyes wet and tired from the emotional pain she couldn't even begin to understand. Bonnie did try to inquire what was wrong, but Marceline wouldn't answer. She needed to talk to someone, but Bonnie wasn't it. She wouldn't understand. After shutting the door and locking it, she buries her head into her pillow, crying her eyes out for something she didn't know anything about. The flashbacks that appeared in her mind about that blonde haired man. Who was he? Why was she crying over him? Why did she feel conflicted? She never felt this way when with Bonnie, so why feel it over some random man?

It also didn't help that the flashbacks were a very painful process. When she saw herself impaled, she felt every inch of the sword pierce through her body. She felt every emotion she experienced in the flashback, from the happy moments and sad moments to the frightening moments. Especially the frightening moments. She felt another flashback coming on, but she couldn't shake it off. She hoped that it wasn't another sad and painful flashback like a few of the others. Luckily for her, though, it wasn't. She saw the night sky above her Tree Fort and looked down to where a ceremony was taking place, illuminated by bright red flowers. She was in her own body, but a different clothing. She was wearing a very formal black dress and matching gloves. Her face was covered with a veil, and when she gently pushed the veil to the side, she saw that she was walking down an aisle, paved with a red carpet, arm in arm with her father, Hunson Abadeer. She was able to recognize everyone in the crowd, but noticed a few missing: Ember, Fionna, Marshall, Simon, Betty, and Gumball. They were friends and fellow heroes of Ooo, who shared the same love and respect as Marceline ever did. Where were they? She wanted to ask but she couldn't. It was only a vision after all.

She noticed at the other end of the red carpet, from left to right, was Jake, holding the red rings that she had given to Bonnie as a symbol of their love. In the center was a podium, which Bonnie stood behind, having tears in her eyes due to intense happiness. And to the far right, was the blonde man who called himself Pen, staring back at her happily. She felt her own emotions for this man, the happiest she has ever been, even more than when she was with Bonnie. After seeing Pen smile back to her, the flashback began to fade from her mind as the sound of someone's voice came closer and closer. "Marceline! Marceline!"

There was a pounding at her bedroom door. It was Pen, still dressed in torn blue clothing. "I need to talk to you!" Pen took a deep breath before she opened the door. He swallowed his emotions for the greater good. The door swung open and Pen could see that she had been crying. He wanted really bad to talk to her and tell her who he really was, but he couldn't. In the end, Pen only knew that it would hurt her.

For the short amount of time Marceline had talked to this man, she knew that there was something different about him. Something that attracted her to him. She brushed off the tears from her face and spoke. "What is it?"

Pen sighed. "I need to find Peppermint Butler… Do you know where he is?"

"If he isn't in the castle, then he is in the tree… Why do you need him?"

Pen nodded towards her. "Thank you for your time…"

Before he turned around and vanished, Marceline stopped him. "Wait!" she screamed. "Who are you?"

"I told you… my name is Pen," he responded.

"I know that… I mean what are you?"

Pen turned around and inhaled deeply as he explained what he is. "I am a part of a great species called Creators… Think about it as guardian angels."

"But…" Marceline at first really wanted to know whether this man was the man from her flashbacks, but the real reason why shy asked this next question was to test the legitimacy of her flashbacks. "… Don't angels have wings?"

Pen, without a second to waste, closed his eyes and began to focus his energy. Pretend that you're a bird stretching your wings for the first time. He remembered exactly what Rebecca had told him. He remembered everything.

Marceline could see the outline of the wings from behind Pen's back. Within seconds, the wings began to radiate a blinding yellow light, so powerful that Marceline had to cover her eyes. Her hypothesis was true. It really was him. With Pen's eyes still closed, Marceline took the opportunity to advance up to him. She was now really close, but she didn't know what she was doing or why she was doing it. Pen slowly opened his eyes to find Marceline right in front of his face. She was absolutely beautiful. Her face was as bright as the northern star on a dark night. Her crimson red eyes were an abyss of beauty that can only be contrasted by her raven black hair. It was truly the face and person that Pen had been missing the whole time. "Marceline…" He mumbled.

Marceline hushed him, placing a finger on his lips. With the other hand, she wrapped it around his face and pulled him in for a long passionate kiss. She didn't know what she was doing or why she did it, but she did enjoy it. Very much. She missed it, but there was something else. That one thing that she could never get from Bonnibelle. That one thing that Pen had. Pen wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in, allowing the kiss to be more passionate. He was enjoying himself, but when the thought of more important business crept into his mind, he silently groaned and used all his will to pull himself away. "I… I'm sorry…" he quickly turned around and walked out the door.

"I never told you my name…" she said, making Pen stop in his tracks. "… So how did you know my name if we have never met before?"

Pen chose not to answer, but instead he vanishes. Marceline, though, did not feel regret for what she just did. She felt some satisfaction from her actions, and finally, some closure after a long period of unrest.


Upon hearing Peppermint Butler's whereabouts, Finn and Rebecca teleport to the tree, in front of the amber cage where the Lich had once been imprisoned in a long time ago. It hasn't changed within the past several hundred years. Peppermint Butler sat down on a carpet, his eyes shut facing the two newcomers. "Finn… It's so nice to finally meet you…"

Finn and Rebecca looked at each other, shocked. "How do you know my name?" asked Finn.

Peppermint Butler opens one eye, staring at the Creators and shuts it again. "I know you because Death told me about you… more like boasting actually…" Peppermint Butler took another deep breath. "He also told me what you and your race were capable of."

Rebecca stepped forth. "You must be an apprentice of his then…"

"More or less… more like friends. We have gambling night every now and then…"

Finn spoke up in a serious tone. "Have you been keeping contact with him? Do you know where he is?"

Peppermint Butler stood up, brushing the dirt off his tuxedo. "I have been trying to reach him, but to no avail."

"Then you know what's going on?" asked Finn.

"More or less… All I know is that Death is gone," replied Peppermint Butler.

"Alright… let's cut the chit chat," Rebecca interjected angrily. "When Death left the underworld, he opened a portal. Any soul who walks through the portal gets revived. That's why Jake and Princess Bubblegum are alive."

"Ah… interesting… and you believe that I can shut this portal?" asked Peppermint Butler.

"Yes," Finn spoke confidently. "You are Death's apprentice and friend after all."

Peppermint Butler stepped forth, staring right back at Finn. He thinks about it for a moment before he finally agrees. "Alright… I'll do it. I haven't been told how to seal portals yet, but I do know how to create a permanent barrier so that no spirits can cross."

"Good enough!" Rebecca exclaimed.

"Only one very big problem with your plan though…" Finn and Rebecca listened intently. "Who do you plan on taking with you down there besides me?" inquired Peppermint Butler.

"Just the three of us," said Finn. "It's all we need to seal it, right?"

"WRONG!" Peppermint Butler startled the only other two people within the room. "You do realize it would be the three of us against the dead, right? We would be overwhelmingly outnumbered. We wouldn't last five seconds!"

"So what do we need to do?" asked Rebecca. "You're the expert."

"The spell only works within a certain range. If I can get the portal within five meters of the spell, then I could permanently shut it off from spiritual activity… that's assuming that the portal is less than five meters in length. Is it?"

"It should be."

"Good. Now the next step…" Peppermint Butler turned to Finn. "How many people are you willing to sacrifice for the greater good?"

Finn looked puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"We are going to be heavily outnumbered here, no matter how many soldiers we bring, Creators or not. It will be us versus the collected souls of the dead throughout the duration of the life of the universe. All I would need is a minute, but within that minute, a lot of people will die," Peppermint Butler stepped towards the two. "So I ask you again. How many people are you willing to sacrifice for the greater good?"

Finn knew this sacrifice all too well. If anyone would be dying, they would be dying as heroes who fought for the overall preservation of ordinary life on Ooo. He looked towards Peppermint Butler with confidence and answered: "As many as it takes."

"Good," he replied. "It will take me a day to ready my ingredients. Get some rest, guys. You're going to need it." Peppermint Butler walked towards the ladder exiting the tree, but before he climbed down, he said one last thing. "You guys should tell everyone this. Have the Queen issue an executive order to all the soldiers of the land." He sighed. "I sure hope that will be enough."


Everyone was still in the infirmary, except Marceline, who was there in her room, just sitting down on her bed, unsure of what to think. She hears a knock at the door and rushes to open it. It was Pen once again. "Hi Marceline. I need everyone to meet in the infirmary. I know what's going on."

Pen was about to leave when Marceline stops him. "Wait! I have these flashbacks," she spoke sadly. "What are they?"

"Did they involve me?" he asked.

"Yeah…"

Pen stayed quiet for a moment before responding. "I can't tell you."

"Can't or won't?"

Pen turned around quickly and elegantly, his locks of hair flowing with his motion. "Both."

"Why?" she pressed onward.

"Because it hurts," he stepped closer towards Marceline, every word expressed with a motion of his hands. "Trust me, Marceline. I want you to know… but I can't tell you. It's for your own good," He turned around again. "I'm sorry," with those final words, he vanishes.


Chris awakes from his slumber to find Ember standing at the foot of his bed. It was a little bit frightening for him to see the fire elemental looking as kind as she could, with her fiery orange eyes. But that wasn't his top priority at this very second. He looked over to Beth, where Bonnie stood at her bedside, also keeping an eye on her. Chris couldn't see Beth's face at this moment because Bonnie was in his way. Ember stood up from her chair and slowly approached Chris, who shrank back. "Hey man…" she spoke. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

"What… exactly are you?"

"She is a fire elemental," Bonnie interjected. She stepped aside, revealing Beth's face smothered in wires and a tube going down her throat.

"Beth! Is she okay!?" he screamed.

"She's fine," Bonnie responded. "She just needs time to recover."

Chris felt awkward around his new acquaintances. He knew nothing about them. He just wanted to be with his friends at this time. "So where is everyone?" he asked.

"They are resting in my guest rooms," Bonnie answered as she stuck her hand out. "My name is Bonnibelle Bubblegum, Queen of the Candy Kingdom… well more like ex-queen." She pointed her hand towards the fire elemental. "And this is Ember, Queen of the Fire Kingdom."

"Hi." She said quickly.

"I'm Chris. From Mars."

"That's not too far from here," said the Flame Queen. "We can send you ho-"

"Not possible." Bonnie stood there confidently.

"Why not?" asked Chris.

"I talked to Danny about this." Bonnie placed her hand on her chin. "Back at your place, you referred this planet as Earth right?"

"Yeah."

"You see, Ooo was called Earth a long time ago."

"Then that means… Were stuck here?"

Flame Queen was curious. "Does that mean that we have to send him back to his own time as well?"

"Yep."

Chris looked down, squishing the flesh on his palm. "Dammit…"

Bonnie encircled the bed until she reached the opposite side of where she stood. Ember remained in her chair. "Chris, what were you guys doing before we found you?" Chris shot her a menacing look. He didn't really want to talk about it. "It's important to know what we are up against."

He took a deep breath before submitting to the question. "Well… A while back, our parents sent us a door… well I'm not exactly too sure if it was our parents anymore. When we finally found the key and opened the door… it took us somewhere." Chris inhaled deeply again. "Not to the See-Through zone, but somewhere else." He hesitated before continuing. "It was dark… and… the only thing I remember was being chased. By something… Huge." He buried his face in his hands. "Oh God!"

"What happened afterwards?"

"Bonnie that's enough!" Ember stood up from her chair. "Chris is going through a rough time. He'll tell us when he's ready."

"But-"

"No buts! He and his friend is hurt. They just went through hell to get here. Show the guy some respect."

Bonnie backed off of the already emotional boy, just as soon as Marceline entered the room in a hurry. "Is Pen here?" she asked.

The both shook their heads and Marceline let out a rough sigh. She was about to leave until everyone appeared behind her: Pen, Rebecca, Plum, Wallow, Danny, and Peppermint Butler. "Guys," Pen spoke. "This is Rebecca. We all need to talk…"


"What!?" Bonnie was terrified. "Death is gone!?"

"Yes. And the portal is the reason why you guys are here." Rebecca responded. "You guys walked through, without even knowing it."

Marceline listened intently, assessing every key detail of the debriefing. "What do we do?" she asked.

Finn looked around. "Get every able-bodied person capable of fighting. Everyone in Ooo. We will be facing a hoard in the trillions." He spoke sternly. "We set out tomorrow morning. Survival rate will be low. We will most likely die during this battle."

Ember jumped in. "What about Chris and Beth?"

"PB, you have a vile of Cyclops tears stashed away somewhere, right? Only to be used for emergencies?"

Bonnie's eyes widened with suspicion. "How did you know?"

"Lucky guess. Anyway, this is an emergency. Use it on Beth and Chris."

"So…" Rebecca clasped her hands together. "The objective of this operation is to protect Peppermint Butler. He will be in charge of sealing off entrance to the portal."

"Wait just a damn minute…" Danny interrupted. "Who the hell are you people anyway? Why should we believe you?"

Rebecca looked at Pen before answering his question. Pen nodded in compliance. "We are a group of species called Creators. We have created everything on this planet ever since its inception. People throughout the time has referred to us by different names; angels being the most common."

"Hmm…" Chris chuckled. "Angels don't exist."

Pen, without a second moment to waste, shut his eyes tightly, concentrating on expanding his wings. It illuminated the room quickly and everyone was in disbelief. "We are in fact who we say we are," Pen responded. "And we are telling the truth. Rebecca is the Queen of Creators after all."

Jake stepped in. "If she is the Queen… then what does that make you?" He was referring to Pen.

"He is my superior," Rebecca chimed in respectfully. "He gave up his own life for this planet. And now he is back because of this."

"This is a very real situation, everyone. We need to be as ready as we can. Are you ready for the plan?" Everyone nodded.

"Alright…" said Pen. "So we all return to the kingdom's tonight. We notify every single soldier, as well as every mercenary: Fionna, Marshall, and Lemonhope and his army. We meet back here tomorrow afternoon. Clear?" All the rulers of the kingdoms nodded to Pen's order and dispersed.


Marceline caught Pen staring into the city from the balcony of the castle. He was deep in thought, his emotions conflicting with one another. She decided to playfully sneak up on him, creeping on her toes. Then suddenly… "RAH!"

"Oh glob!" Pen screamed as Marceline laughed heartily. "Marceline! Don't do that! I could have killed you!"

"Yeah! But you didn't!" She smiled back at him. She stared with him back out into the city. The lights from every single building illuminated the night sky, but not too much. The sky had many stars, like as if someone through glitter into the sky. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Finn nodded in response. "It's a shame that this may be the last time we get to see it."

"Marceline…" Pen sighed. "I didn't want it to be like this. I never wanted this to happen."

"Pen…" She placed her hand on his. It felt warm and… comforting. "It's alright," she said. "You don't have to justify anything. You're doing the right thing."

That was the deciding moment for Pen. He had to show Marceline, just in case anything happens to either of them. He had to show her who she was before. "Alright…" he said. "I'll tell you… everything."

Marceline looked at Pen curiously. "What are you talking about?"

"Your flashbacks… why it's happening. Why you feel a connection towards me in particular."

Marceline turned toward Pen. "Are you sure it's okay?"

"Now's a good a time as any. We may be dead tomorrow, so I'll tell you now. No regrets."

Marceline nodded anxiously. "Do it."

Finn nodded and with his right palm, he gently caressed Marceline's cheek. That's when it all began coming back to her. The first night she met Finn when he was twelve. How she kicked him out and everything. The whole henchmen incident, the time they were trapped in a cave, and everything leading up to their marriage, their ten year separation, her pregnancy, and ultimately, her death. He also revealed to her what happened after her death, the whole revival ordeal and the deal he made with Death, and finally, the wedding rings. When Marceline came back to reality, she found herself clenching onto Pen's clothing, tears in her eyes. "Finn?" she asked quietly.

He nodded, and was immediately met with a tight, heartwarming hug. "Oh Finn…" She bawled endless streams of tears. She had remembered everything. Finally, she had gotten back what she had been missing. After several hundred years of waiting, Finn was finally hers again. It didn't bother her that tomorrow, they may all be dead. She was overzealous, nothing would have held her back. "I love you… I love you so much." She quickly wrapped his arms around Finn's shoulders and kissed him with passion.

Finn wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer. He missed her just as much she missed him, perhaps even more. He began to sob as well. "Marceline…" He kissed back and right on the balcony, and their kisses became more passionate with each passing moment. Finn's mouth journeyed from Marceline's lips to her neck, right on her bite marks. She moaned in pleasure and ecstasy. Marceline proceeded to use her levitating abilities to wrap her legs around Finn.

"Finn… it's been so long…"

Finn was so busy going wild on her neck, all he could let out was a "mmhm."

The look of pleasure overtook Marceline's face before she noticed that people from down below were looking up at the two of them. "Finn…" She whispered into his ear. "My room…" Without of moment's notice, their surroundings morphed into her room. Finn placed Marceline onto her bed and began to remove every article of clothing she had on. Marceline did the same for Finn, starting with his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, with the M scar in the center. Finn unzipped her pants as he continued to kiss her all over her body. Her panties were the next to come off. His hands left trails, moving from her shoulders to her luscious breasts and finally, to her soaking wet entrance. He toyed around with it as he pressed down harder onto Marceline. She moaned, louder and louder, caring little what others would think if they heard. "Finn!" She screamed for him suggestively.

"You like that?" He spoke like a rabid animal.

She nodded and he continued to play with her clit. Her legs tensed around him as he rubbed her in a circular motion. "Oh glob… Finn… oh… I need you!" He stopped and she let out a disappointed groan.

Finn positioned his head down near her entrance. Marceline had her eyes close, panting uncontrollably and lustfully, and then Finn slid his tongue in. Her eyes opened wide with pleasure and she had to cover her own mouth to stop herself from screaming so loudly. But that doesn't mean that Finn didn't enjoy it as well. He swirled his tongue around her clit and savored everything about it. The taste was what he always remembered it to be: strawberries. Finn continued to dine on her sweet juices and Marceline's legs began to tense up, wrapping themselves around Finn's head. Her moans were getting louder and much more enjoyable. She took hold of Finn's hair and pressed it down towards her clit while Finn continued to lick her clean. The pressure was too much for Marceline. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't hold back. "Oh my…" she moaned as she reached her climax. "Oooohh… Finn! YES! OH GLOB YES!" Her back arched and once again, she had to cover her mouth because she was screaming loudly. For a brief moment, she had reached a state of euphoria and then, immediately following, she fell back on the bed, relaxed and out of breath, smiling more than she's ever have in years.

Finn came up to kiss her some more. Marceline needed him. He was her drug and after years of withdrawal, she was finally able to get the dose that she needed. She playfully wrestled around with him, and now Finn was on his back, arms pinned to the bed. She forced a kissed down upon him, slithering her serpent-like tongue into Finn's mouth, not that he wasn't enjoying it though. She pulled away from Finn, leaving a pleading look on his face. "Let me repay you for your deeds and services…" She bent down to whisper in his ear. "Henchman."

She began make her way down Finn's beautifully toned body, kissing his pectoral and abdominal regions. Finally, she made it down to his pants, which she was surprised that she never got them off. No matter. It was quick and easy, and once she got those off, along with his boxers, she now saw his erection, just as big as she remembered it. She wasted no time before wrapping her tongue around it. Finn let out groans of pleasure and excitement and just as Marceline did to him, Finn also grasped her head, and gently forced his cock into her mouth. She relished in every single inch as she moved up and down his cock, moaning and slurping in ecstasy. She also wanted to try if she could take the whole thing, wanting to see the expression on Finn's face. And so, she went down slowly, inch by inch by inch, down his thick eight inch penis, until she hit the bottom. Finn let out a loud moan. "Oh Marceline… that feels amazing!" She would continue doing this and Finn found himself at the brink of climaxing. "Marceline! Don't stop!" he demanded. Marceline, like the obedient mistress she was, obeyed his master's every command. She moved up and down his cock faster and deeper until Finn's throbbing cock gave in. It pulsed inside her mouth, spilling his seed into her, but she loved it. She loved all of it. She missed it.

She swallowed it all before going back up to kiss Finn intensely. She was now in the perfect position to dominate him, and it would be a moment before Finn would be up and running again. So she took this time to indulge herself in some more euphoria. She mounted Finn's face, placing both her legs beside his head. Finn knew what to do and began to lick it some more. Quicker than Marceline had originally anticipated, his member stood erect once again. "A little eager, are we?" she asked playfully. Marceline moved backwards until Finn's cock was near her entrance. She grinded against it for a moment, kissing Finn eagerly. Then she proceeded to slowly inch its way in. Finn let out a loud moan at the intense pleasure. It had been nearly a thousand years since the last time they had sex, and on top of Finn no longer being used to the pleasure, Marceline's vagina had closed up, giving it a similar feeling to a virgin's. She rode his erection up and down, her insides burning like hellfire. Still, she loved every inch that came and gone, came and gone. "Oh glob! Finn… Oh…"

Finn grabbed her ass and forcefully turned her around so that her back was now on the bed and Finn was riding her. Now, Marceline's legs were now pressed against her by Finn's muscular shoulders, allowing Finn to push deeper into her. The pleasure was so excruciating, Marceline dug both her claws into the bed sheet, tearing the fabric as she continued to scream in delight. "Marceline…" Finn spoke as he continued to pound her hard. "You feel… amazing!"

Marceline then wrapped her arms around Finn, clawing his shoulders and pulling him deeper into her. "Oh Finn! I'm about to cum!"

"Me too!" Her insides were getting really hot, and with one final thrust, Finn released himself into Marceline and she orgasmed loudly.

Afterwards, Finn plopped down beside Marceline. They were both sweating and panting, but neither regretted what they had both done. Marceline wrapped her arms around Finn's shoulders, whispering with tears in her eyes. "I love you Finn… I missed you." Finn couldn't hold his tears either, but he remained silent and wrapped his arms around Marceline's waist. He kissed her on the cheek and together, they drifted off into a deep slumber… together, the way it should have been.

Little did the two know, that there was another person right outside the door. She hasn't been there the whole time, but she arrived just as they were finishing. She felt heartbroken that her lover would do this to her, in her own room and her own bed. She cried silently and went to one of the guest bedroom, where she will be sleeping for the night.


Hope you guys liked it! dont forget to leave a review and the other one will be up soon. Hopefully sometime next week.