Here it is, folks. The final chapter of my greatest fanfiction achievement to date. I've hope you've all enjoyed this wild and crazy ride through various planes of reality and I also hope that this last chapter gives you all the same sense of satisfaction that it gave me. Also, if there are any YouTubers out there who liked this story and would like to make it into an audio drama on their channel, I'd be all for that. So long as you ask for my permission first. With that said, Adventure Time is the property of Cartoon Network and Hazbin Hotel is the creation of Vivienne M. Medrano aka Vivziepop. So without any further ado, Enjoy.

Chapter 26: Laughter of the Maenads

Sunrises in the Land of Ooo were among the most beautiful in all the multiverse, at least in Vaggie's very limited experience. But if nothing else, the ones here were certainly more beautiful than the ones in Hell. Which wasn't saying much, but still she was grateful for small miracles.

It had been a little over a week since bidding a final farewell to her old universe and everything she'd ever known and things were… improving for the Fallen Angel and her Vampire Bride. It was far from perfect, but it was good enough, considering the circumstances.

After being forced out of Hell, the two newlyweds had found themselves back in the Time Room of the great and powerful Prismo. While there, Vaggie briefly entertained the idea of using her one Prismo-Wish to break their soul-bond or perhaps even alter history to make it so that none of this ever happened, but alas, those dreams were soon dashed to pieces.

You see, according to Prismo, since Vaggie was non-native to this multiverse, she was ineligible to receive a wish from this particular Wish Master. And even if she could get someone else to make a wish for her, soul bonding is, as Lucifer said, permanent and cannot be undone without destroying both souls. Likewise, they could not wish to simply undo everything because the majority of the events that led up to the Dark Wedding took place outside of Prismo's jurisdiction and therefore would remain unchanged by any temporal manipulation within it. Or in layman's terms, she would still be married to Marceline and trapped on Ooo, but would have no memory of how she got there. And since this would be much worse than her current situation, the Fallen Angel decided to drop the matter completely.

Anyway, a particularly annoying blue jay had roused Vaggie from a sound sleep around 5:00 in the morning. And since she wasn't going to get anymore sleep anyway, the Fallen Angel decided that she might as well watch the sunrise. Marceline, of course, could sleep through almost anything, so she left her to her peaceful slumber.

Schwabl, being a zombie poodle, didn't sleep in the traditional sense, so he opted to join her on the porch. Vaggie hadn't known the little fluffball for very long, but she was already quite fond of him. And how could she not be? He was just too damn cute. Not to mention excitable, affectionate, and always eager to cuddle. Just like his owner.

Tee-Hee~

But regardless, Vaggie and her fluffy little companion were sitting on the porch, she on the edge with her legs hanging over the side and he in her lap getting the back of his head scratched, basking in the warmth of a brand-new day; feeling totally at peace with the world.

Until…

"Hey, Honey." A familiar voice said awkwardly.

The Fallen Angel turned around and, unsurprisingly, she saw her beloved Vampire Queen floating close behind her; still wearing nothing but a sports bra and panties.

"Morning, Pussycat." She replied sweetly. "You sleep well?"

"Yeah, I slept okay. But when I woke up I was spooning with a pillow, so I got kinda worried."

"Oh, sorry. I just wanted to watch the sunrise, but you were still fast asleep. Hope I didn't freak you out."

"No, no, it's cool. It's all cool."

"Okay, so… you wanna watch the sunrise with me?"

"Oh, uh… sure. Sounds fun."

And with that bit of awkwardness out of the way, the Vampire Queen sat beside her bride to enjoy the sunrise with her.

As you may have already guessed, things were not 100% ideal between the two newlyweds. Although they were quite in love and openly affectionate with each other, the circumstances that had led them to this conclusion made it a little uneasy for them to be near one another; though not for lack of trying.

"So… you… uh… do you like it here on Ooo?" Marceline asked, seemingly out of the blue.

"What? Oh, yeah, it's nice. Really nice." Vaggie answered clumsily. "I mean, we haven't left the cave since we got here, and I've only met your friend Simon, but he was nice. And your house is nice. I mean, our house. It's all so very… nice."

"Yeah, I'm sorry I haven't taken you out yet. It's just… this whole thing is so crazy and fucked up. I don't know what I'm gonna tell people."

"Well, do we have to tell them anything? I mean, it's nobody's business but our own, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. But… sooner or later, people are gonna notice that I'm back, and they're gonna wanna know where I've been. And they're really gonna have questions about you. And I just don't know what I'm supposed to tell them."

"How about that we're married now and that we love each other? Other than that, what else do they need to know?"

"I guess you're right. But still, there's gonna be so many questions and I just don't know…"

"Shh~" Vaggie said softly as she placed an arm around her wife's shoulder. "There, there, Pussycat. I know this isn't how either of us pictured married life, but we are married and we do love each other. And if we're gonna make this work, then we're gonna have to get over the how and why. And a good place to start is to stop hiding out in this cave and go face the world. Also, completely unrelated, maybe from now on you should just let me do all the housework. No offense, but we clearly have different definitions of the word clean."

At this, Marceline just chuckled.

"Heh. Heh. Heh. Fair enough." She said, allowing herself to smile. "And I guess it wouldn't be the worst idea to go out into the world today. You know, if we can think of something to do."

Suddenly, Vaggie got an idea. A wonderful idea. A naughty idea. A wonderfully naughty idea. The perfect thing to get them out of their rut and help her precious Pussycat forget about her anxiety.

"You know, back in Hell, there was something I always wanted to do with Charlie, but we never could because of all the judgmental assholes." The Fallen Angel said innocently.

"What is it?" the Vampire Queen asked curiously.

"Well, it's… oh, never mind. You'd never go for it."

"No, come on. Tell me."

"No. You'll just laugh and say you're too cool for that sort of thing."

"No I won't. I promise. Just tell me."

"No, you'll just say it's silly."

"Oh come on! Just tell me!"

"No."

"Tell me!"

"No."

"Please, tell me!"

"No."

"Ugh! Alright! Sigh. If I promise to do it, will you please just tell me?"

"No matter what it is?"

"Yes! I promise I'll do whatever you want, no matter what it is!"

Just what Vaggie wanted to hear. So, with a charming but devilish smile, she looked deep into her beloved's eyes and said,

"Well…"

XXX

'Me and my big mouth.' Marceline thought as she floated alongside her blushing bride; although to be more accurate, she was the one who was blushing.

Couple Shirts.

Out of all the things Vaggie could've wanted them to do, she just had to pick going for a walk while wearing couple shirts.

And really cutesy ones too. The kind with big hearts in the middle with adorable pet names or sayings written on them. Marceline's said 'Cuddle Monster', while Vaggie's read 'Monster Food'. So cute. So embarrassing. But what was even more embarrassing was that she actually kind of liked them.

Oh well, at least they had decided on a nice, secluded section of a nearby forest for their walk, so the chances of actually running into someone were pretty slim. And she had to admit, it was rather pleasant. The two of them strolling side by side, hand in hand, underneath her cozy little parasol.

"Having fun, Pussycat?" Vaggie asked affectionately.

"You know, I actually am." She replied warmly. "I gotta admit, I was worried we'd bump into someone I know, but this is nice."

"Glad you think so, Sweetness. Because I know something that would make it even better."

"Oh yeah, what?"

Then without warning, the Fallen Angel reached over and pinched the Vampire Queen's unsuspecting posterior; causing her to let out an undignified squeak.

"D-Don't do that!" Marceline yelped; her cheeks glowing like a furnace.

"Why not? We're married, aren't we?"

"Yeah, but we're in public."

"Oh my~" Vaggie said amusedly. "I had no idea my sweet little Priscilla was such a prude~"

"I'm not a prude! I just… sigh. Look, I have an image to maintain, okay. I know it's shallow and childish, but I like that people think I'm a tough, cool chaotic neutral. Which I am. But if someone catches me being all lovey dovey and shit, I can kiss that image goodbye. Now do you understand why I don't want you pinching my butt out here?"

"Oh Hon, of course I understand." Vaggie said sweetly, before changing her tone to something a little sharper. "I understand that you're a big fat chicken."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You're so afraid of losing your precious image that you won't be affectionate with me out in the open, even though there's no one around for miles. And that makes you a chicken."

"I'm not a chicken!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Then prove it. Be affectionate. Show me just how much you adore your precious little wifey."

Never being one to backdown from a challenge, Marceline threw caution to the wind and called upon her artistic soul to help her express her true feelings.

"Where do I even start?" she asked rhetorically. "I mean, just look how far we've come in such a short time. We used to hate each other, but now… now I can't imagine going through life without you."

"Is that so?" Vaggie asked teasingly.

"Of course. I used to think Charlie was the perfect girl for me, but the two of us, we just connect so much better, and I don't just mean because of the Dark Wedding. We've both known love and pain and loss, but instead of breaking us it just made us stronger and more compassionate. And because of that we can make the sacrifices no one else can for the people we love. What I guess I'm trying to say is… I don't think I've ever felt as close to someone as I do to you, not even Bonnie. And I don't care if that's the curse talking or anything else, because being with you just feels so… right."

"You do like to lay it on thick, don't you, Pussycat." Vaggie said playfully.

"Hey, you asked."

"I know, I'm just picking. That was beautiful, Priscilla."

"You really think so?" Marceline asked, blushing a little.

"Of course. You have such a way with words. And your voice is so melodious, it makes me wanna melt."

"R-Really?"

"Hold me, Pussycat." The Fallen Angel said longingly; flashing her wife with the biggest, most adorable puppy dog eye she could muster.

"O-Okay." She stammered before pulling her beloved into a passionate embrace.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." Vaggie purred sweetly. "This whole thing has been such an ordeal. I don't think I'd 've done half as well as I have without you, Poopsie. You're my rock."

"Shh~ It's okay, Baby Doll. I've got you. And I'm never gonna let you go. I'll take care of you forever."

"Kiss me, Pussycat."

Not needing to be told twice, Marceline did as instructed and proceeded to lock lips with her darling wife. Once again, Vaggie's hands moved towards her shapely rear, grapping a cheek with each hand, only this time the Vampire Queen took the gesture in stride and deepened their kiss.

After about a minute or so of playing footsie with their tongues, the pair pulled back so they could stare longingly into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Vivienne." Said Marceline.

"I love you too, Priscilla." Replied Vaggie.

But alas, this tender moment was soon cut short by an unseen intruder.

"Priscilla?" said an uncomfortably familiar voice in disbelief before stifling a laugh.

Suddenly the Vampire Queen felt very sick. So with her thoughts of love derailed, she turned her head and there she saw her.

"B-B-Bonnie?"

And sure enough it was. The great and powerful Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum. Along with Lumpy Space Princess, Slime Princess, Hotdog Princess, Breakfast Princess, Wildberry Princess, Raggedy Princess and at least twenty others. All of them with their phones out and all of them wearing matching t-shirts that read, '3rd Annual All Princess Nature Hike' in bold yellow letters.

Marceline felt her face heat up like a furnace as she heard the pack of gossiping royalty giggle like a bunch of schoolgirls.

"Marceline's real name is Priscilla? That's so cute~"

"Oh my gosh, I had no idea she could be this romantic."

"Marceline? More like Marshmallow."

"Meow~ Meow~ Pussycat~ Meow~ Meow~"

"Lovey Dovey~ Smoochie Whoochie~"

"Smile for the camera, Poopsie~"

"We're gonna make you internet famous!"

"#Marceline #Lovey-Dovey #Adorable #Whipped"

"Excuse me, Miss? Could you please grab her butt again? I need a better angle?"

"Oh~ Those shirts are just too cute! I can't stand it~"

And so on and so forth in that fashion.

By this point, Marceline's face was like a giant tomato. For a moment, she considered turning herself into a turtle so she could hide inside a shell for the next century or two, but these thoughts were quickly tossed aside once she noticed that her wife was laughing too.

"You did this!" the Vampire Queen said in a hushed but furious tone. "I don't know how, but I know you did this!"

"Sorry, Pussycat. But I don't know what you're talking about." Vaggie said, feigning innocence. "Although, now that I think about it, I do vaguely remember reading something online about a big nature hike in this part of the forest. Guess it must've slipped my mind. Oh well, so much for everyone thinking you're tough and cool."

"Why? Why would you do this to me?"

"I thought it would make a good icebreaker for my big introduction to Ooo. And if nothing else, now everyone knows that your new wife can pull off a prank just as well as you. Besides, I owed you one for that makeover stunt you pulled on me."

"You know I'm gonna get you for this, right?"

"You can punish me later around bedtime. For now, just try to take it like a demon, Pussycat."

To emphasize her point, Vaggie chose to punctuate that statement by affectionately booping her beloved on the nose.

Naturally, Marceline was livid, but at the same time, she sensed no malice coming from her new wife; only mischief. Which was, oddly enough, kind of a turn on. So, rather than going full Vampire Queen on the whole giggling horde, she just put her arms around her darling Baby Doll and took her public humiliation like a champ.

Elsewhere, amidst the crowd, Bonnie smiled as she saw the two of them together. Content in the knowledge that Marceline had returned home safe from wherever she had gone and that she had, by all appearances, moved on with her life.

"Welcome back, Marcy." She said softly, not even realizing she'd spoken that aloud. "Welcome back."

The End

And there you have it. The finale of one the greatest stories I've ever written. Though certainly not the last. I just want to thank everyone for all the comments and support. It really made all my hard work worthwhile.

With that said, I look forward to forward to reading your thoughts on this chapter and the story as a whole and I hope to see you all in my next project.

Stay Tuned…