I'm cranking out this Fan Fic so fast, I'm gonna get whiplash.
Like, on, my toe or somefink.
AT is Pendleton Ward's genius, not mine.
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She's thirteen now, and you're amazed she remembers you so clearly. When she let's go of you, she's still smiling, and she grabs your hand, pulling you into her room. She sits down in front of her royal vanity mirror, and starts brushing her hair.
"How have you been Marceline?" she asks, talking to you like she saw you last week. Her smile and words flow naturally, and you remember that's the magic of being a child. Everything is so natural.
"Um, good, I guess. You Bonnibelle? How have you been the last 10 years of your life?" You ask a little sarcastically, hoping she won't catch it. Her room is so pink, it makes your stomach growl with hunger.
"Building my Kingdom, learning science. The Greenhouse Kingdom thought me German. Doing Royal junk mostly," she said. "It's fun sometimes, but I have to learn a lot of rules. Or lest my Kingdom fall," she turns to you, her eyes bright. "But you're a queen, will you teach me more royal stuff?"
"Uh... I'm not a 'royal' like you, sorry. I'm not very 'queenly,'" you say, putting your hands in you pockets.
"Yeah, you don't look very queenly. You're wearing jeans," She says, turning back to her mirror.
You're mouth falls open. "Forward much. Thanks kid."
"You said it first. Besides, a princess should never lie."
You laugh. "I guess that's true," you start tuning your bass. "So how's the old man?"
She stops brushing her hair and looks at you in the mirror, only to realize you don't have a reflection. She turns to you, her hands on her lap. "He died shortly after arriving at the Greenhouse Kingdom."
You stop tuning, and pluck a note badly from the surprise. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"Obviously, or else you wouldn't ask," she said, raising from her chair. "Not even a vampire is that insensitive."
"Glad you know that we're not asses," you laugh.
"How distasteful!" she yells.
"What?"
"You cussed!"
"Don't tell me you don't cuss."
"Hmph. Royals don't act like butts," she said, raising her nose in the air.
"Are you saying I'm a butt?"
"Yeah!"
"You know, you outta respect your elders you brat!"
"Ah! How DARE you call me a brat!"
You stick you're tongue out at her, causing her to turn red from anger.
"You, you, you... Ruffian! Butt! Beast!"
"Kid, you got a lot of sass in ya," you laugh. "I'm gonna show you how to use it right."
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A year passes by, and it goes by faster than any other year you have ever lived. You have fun teaching the princess how to play pranks, even though she's not very good at it. You try to teach her how to spit, but she refuses to. Science is a mystery to you, and it hurts your head every time she talks to you about it. But most importantly, you teach her about music, and that's where the click happens, and the magic begins.
It's night time once again, and you're outside Bonnibelle's balcony. Lately, your bass sounds so sweet, so soft, you begin to wonder if you're turning human again. You strum your bass slowly, and wonder briefly what lyrics will tumble out of your mouth this night.
Open your window, little girl
Look outside, and you'll see it's me
Come with me, I'll share my moon
But only if, you share your room
The door on the balcony swings open, and Bonnibelle steps out, a smile on her face.
"Hey Marceline."
"Hey Bonnibelle, happy birthday kid," you say, handing her a present.
"Oh, thanks!" she says, all smiles and giggles. "What is it?"
"Open it, duh."
"Oh yeah," she says, ripping off the bow. "Oh mein Gott, it's the Pfeifen Buch! Marceline! How did you get your hands on this? I sent out my best men and they couldn't find it!"
"Well, you know, I'm pretty awesome," you say, smiling a smug smile. "Your men ain't got nothing on me."
"Thanks Marceline," Bonnibelle says, kissing your cheek, making you blush.
"Ew, don't kiss me!"
"I should be saying ew, you probably didn't shower!"
You both end up a laughing mess, pushing each other and playing around. She throws a pillow at you, which you catch with ease, and throw it back at her, causing her to fall back on her bed. She's laughing so hard, so you float over there and throw yourself on the bed with her, and actually lay there and close your eyes for a second.
You don't have to breath, but you do anyways. Your breathing, acting like your asleep, but of course, sleep is impossible for you. But being with Bonnibelle makes you believe anything is possible. She sits up on her bed, and you feel her eyes on you. She leans in closer, and you feel her breath on your lips. She kisses you, and your not sure if to think 'what the hell' or 'about time.'
"You understand that I'm not asleep, right?" You mumble into her lips.
She giggles. "I know," she whispers, and lays her head on your chest.
"You're too young Bonni. You just turned 14."
"I am not too young!" She says, raising her voice. "I am so tired of hearing that! I am a princess, and I rule my kingdom all by myself! I have waited years to see you again! And if there is one thing that I'm completely sure of, is that I love you! And I am not 'too young' to know what love is!" She huffs. "Now, I am going to kiss you again, and you will kiss me back, and you will enjoy it as much as I do!"
"Ooh, is that an order princess?"
"You bet your butt it is," she says, kissing you softly again.
You're surprised at her forcefulness, but figure it can't be helped with royalty. Instead of arguing back, you close your eyes and do as she says.
It's not that hard, her kiss is quite enjoyable.
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You're back home before the sun rises. Your lips are raw from kissing Bonnibelle so much, and your hair messed up from where Bonni ran her fingers through them. You're not sure what to think; now you know for sure that you do love her, but... is this love valid by vampire/demon laws?
There's only one way to find out.
You open your drawers, and take out your Ouija board. You lay it in the middle of the room, and ask it a question.
'Hey dad, are you there? It's me, Marceline.'
Your hands start to move by themselves, forming words.
Marceline! How have you been! Sorry I haven't dropped by honey, the Devil has been keeping me really busy. Did you need something, or...
'Yeah, hey dad, do I have, like, a soul. Or something?'
Yes, you do. Contrary to popular belief, vampires have souls. That's why I choose for you to be turned into a vampire at eighteen. I sold my soul, not yours.
'So, then, I can have a soul mate? Or something like that?'
If you're lucky, yes. It depends on your past life. And if I haven't taken it yet. If this is all you need, I have to go, the Devil just called me, I need to go back to soul hunting.
'All right, thanks dad, I guess.'
Maybe I'll drop by next month.
"I doubt it," you say under your breath, letting go of the board.
You lay down in the air and touch your heart, which just gave a little beat. You're filled with excitement... You do have a soul. Bonnibelle could be your soul mate. Maybe that's why you feel such an intense connection towards her, even when she was small. Maybe... although it's all just a maybe...
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Another year passes by, but this one goes by slowly, like a love song in the middle of summer, who's lyrics are thick and sweet, like the maple syrup Bonnibelle loves on her pancakes. You take her to places she's never been to before; you take her to a rock concert, and to a wolves' cave. You teach her how to wrestle, and she tries to tame your hair to no avail. You kiss in dark places, and laugh under your umbrella. It's a year later and she's 15, and she's demanding something you can't give her yet.
"C'mon."
"No Bonni. You're not ready yet. Give it a year."
"I'm ready for it now Marceline."
"No, you are not."
"I'll prove it to you."
"Oh yeah, how?"
She attacks your lips, hard, and she bites your lip. You hiss, and she quickly puts her tongue in your mouth. You start shaking. God knows you're not complaining, but she's so fast, her movements so ahead of her age. She slides a hand under your shirt and grabs you're breast, and your head turns fuzzy, and you're letting her.
This is the furthest you've gone with her. But she's so young and you're so old, even if it doesn't feel like the age difference is so big. Your blood starts to warm up in your veins, and she flicks your nipple, and you push up against her. Your hand is on her back, still and frozen in place. She grabs it, and she's guiding your hand, down, down, down, into territory unknown, where it's warm and wet...
You jump back, floating in air again, your chest heaving up and down. You're still shaking from excitement, from nerves, from the warmth in you heart. Bonnibelle is on her bed, looking down, sobbing quietly.
"Do you not like me?"
"Goddammit Bonni, I love you! It's just... you're so fast... and young. I'm old... and... I don't know, maybe I'm scared, and, I just..." you sigh. You look at Bonnibelle's face, and her young eyes tell you that it's the end of the world for her.
"I should just leave," you say, opening the balcony door and floating away. You feel her gaze behind you, but you don't turn around.
God, you want her so bad.
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Inside your cave there are no animals, no other being aside from you. You're confident that you are completely alone, and the second you step inside you're house, you unbutton your pants and fumble with your zipper. You tear off your shirt, and throw yourself on your green couch, your hand in your pants, and you feel so desperate, and need release so badly...
You gasp, your cold fingers touching your hot clit, and you shiver, and sink further into your couch, your hips moving forward on their own, in a slow, steady rhythm, and you bite your lip, gasping, drawing small breaths, thinking of her skin.
You grab your shirt, put it to your face and take a deep breath, and you smell your scent and hers, mixed in together. Pink and gray, gentle and rough, life and death. Why is it so hard to touch her back, but so easy to touch yourself? You're close to the edge, your hands twisting, your pants around your knees, your toes flexing. You gasp again, and hear her voice calling to you.
"Marceline..."
Her voice is so sweet, so calming, and the sound of it so sexy, whispered into your ear in the dark. Your hips buck forward, and you're so wet, your fingers easily slide inside you, bringing you to the edge, finally.
"Marceline..."
Her voice is in your head again, worming it's way in like it always does, and it's so clear, your not sure if your going insane...
"Are you done Marceline?"
You bolt up, trying to cover yourself with your small black shirt, and you blush harshly as Bonnibelle stands at your opened door, leaning on the doorway, her knees shaking.
"How long have you been here?" You almost shriek.
"A while..." She says, her face also red.
"Well, why didn't you knock or something?" You ask, putting on an angry face, but failing to feel any anger.
"Your door was open..."
"And how did you get here so fast?" You ask, getting up and zipping up your pants.
"On the Morrow..."
"Well, what do you want?" You hiss, putting on your shirt.
"Don't hiss at me!"
"What do you want?" You yell, getting into her face and slamming the wall next to her head with your hands. "Well? It's not like you found me in a very great situation! What did you come here for, what do you want?" You yell, and you feel Bonnibelle's breath on your face.
"Nothing, I just wanted to say sorry for fighting with you, and being a brat! But obviously you're being one as well!" You step back a little. You've never heard her yell so loud.
"We-well-"
"Shut up Marceline! Shutupshutupshutupp!"
You growl and take her face with your hands and kiss her roughly. You didn't know what else to do. She kisses you back, biting your lip. Your hands start to roam, and you push her against the wall. She gasps in your mouth, and wraps her legs around your waist. She starts to move her hips, and everything is so warm and pink, and you start to move your hips to, grinding into her hard, kissing her every where, loving every piece of her.
You stop for a bit, and she gasps for air, and you look her in the eyes, and ask her if she's sure.
"More than anything Marceline, please," she kisses you, stroking your tongue with her's. "Make love to me hard," She whispers into your ear.
You're a little stunned, but you react quickly and take her to your couch.
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Last night, I went to a show. THERE WAS A NEKOMIMI MEGANE MOE!
If you didn't understand that phrase, we can't be friends.
But you're probably sane, unlike me XD
The band was Anamanaguchi. Guess where I live.
Whoever guesses (correctly) first gets to be an Easter Egg.