Marceline was a universe. If one were to take a scalpel to her skin, if one were pull apart her haphazardly stitched seams, between her bones and engraved in their marrow were a thousand words and a million years. Peel back her layers, layers of grime and debris shined upon by the the stars shattering behind her eyes, peel back her layers and one will find Bubblegum's name stained on every single level. Bubblegum's fingerprints where she grasped and pulled, Bubblegum's imprints where she has kissed and whispered, the princesses stains had cried, her remnants ached behind Marceline's lungs with every breath because even if some one has millions upon millions of engravings behind her skin, even if someone is a universe composed of dust and stained scarlet,even if someone is as extraordinary and unusual as is Marceline they can be owned. And by god, is Marceline owned. Her voice, hushed or husky, her eyes closed or open, her fingertips shaking or sure, they all bore the signature of Bubblegum.
Bubblegum's signature was a paler shade of skin, more natural, less aged. Bubblegum's name and brought color to her lips and warmth to Marceline's toes. The younger woman's kiss had stained Marceline's lungs with the hunger for air and her blood with boundless energy to burst through her veins. Bubblegum, in her innocent glory, in her abashed touch, and in her hushed voice, Bubblegum had changed Marceline. Bubblegum had made her human.
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Two Broken Hearts
FanfictionThis is a bubbline fanfic, and I suggest you read it. Bubblegum hated her life. She hated the people in it, including herself. Marceline hated the regularity. She hated being alone. Once they mix, shit gets real. DISCLAIMER: I do not own adventure...
