#princess bubblegum fanfic

[myqueenmarceline]

I Used to Hear a Simple Song

Summary: This is a bubbline childhood friend AU/what if they met just after the end of the Mushroom war. In this story Marceline and Bonnibel exchange some gifts and get to know each other a little better.

Warnings: a bit of angst/mention of Simon abandoning Marcy, but it's brief

This is a (late) gift for @nebula-gaster, thanks again for being a great friend and beta reader <3

Read the first story in the series (I really recommend this, it will make much more sense): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48563032

Read this story on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55902460

Or read it below the cut:

Bonnibel didn't go the same way often. She only had a couple of places where she could cross over the river, but once she got to the other side, she went off in every direction. She was usually able to take back everything she scavenged in one trip, and since the few humans left in this area moved around a lot, once she visited one campsite it would be months before anyone else would show up again.

Today was different, though. It had been two days, but she had tied her steed in the same place and gone into the same part of the woods. She grabbed her bag, making sure everything was still in place. The small bundle she had placed at the top clinked, and she quickly stopped. If the ride over had ruined her gift, it was too late to fix it.

Now that she knew what she was looking for, it was easier to get to Marceline’s camp. There were a few broken branches at almost the same height as Bonnibel’s arms, and scuff marks in the few patches of bare ground. Marceline might have tried to hide her footprints, but she hadn’t hidden them well enough.

Bonnibel stepped back into the camp, pulling off her gloves and pushing her goggles up to her forehead. She knew better than to call out; she hoped Marceline was here, but she didn’t know who else might be nearby.

There were two new empty packages of chips on the ground near the fire pit. Bonnibel picked one up and turned it inside out, wiggling it back and forth. The shine was pretty, and if she washed it, it would be perfect for decorations…

“Hey Bonnie!” Marceline popped out of the bushes, a few dead leaves falling as she ran over.

“It’s Bonnibel.” Bonnibel put the chip bag down again and turned around, adjusting her jacket.

“Hi Bonnibel.” Marceline sounded out her name, swaying a bit as she came to a stop in front of her. “You’re back! I’ve got something for you.”

“I’ve got something for you too, and it isn’t food this time.”

Marceline tapped her chin. “Dang, who goes first?”

“I want to give you my thing.” Bonnibel said, already opening the top of her bag. She was sure Marceline would give her something nice, so she wanted to impress Marceline first. After all, a girl who lived out here in the middle of nowhere must have access to tons of stuff that Bonnibel had to work hard to find.

She pulled out a shiny pink ball, and handed it over to Marceline. Marceline stumbled, grunting as she lifted it up to her face with both hands. It almost totally covered her face, and Bonnibel was proud. This was her best work yet; it was totally round, and she could see her own face reflected in the dark pink surface.

“Dude, what the heck is this?” Marceline lowered the ball a bit again, turning it over in her hands. “How did you find a rock this smooth?”

“It’s not a rock,” Bonnibel said, feeling even more proud as Marceline looked at her with curiosity. “It’s actually made of a candy polymer I designed myself. It’s kind of like plastic, but it’s heavy like metal. I added some structure inside, so you should be able to drop it from high up and not have any problems.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small bottle and a cloth. “If the surface gets dull or scratched, just put some of this on the cloth and clean it.”

Marceline dropped it on the ground and grabbed Bonnibel. She lifted her up, spinning her around. Bonnibel held on tightly, feeling worried as Marceline spun around.

“Thanks, it’s awesome!” Marceline put Bonnibel down again, then squatted down. She grunted, lifting the ball up with a bit of effort. “I’m going to put this inside, so it’s safe.”

Bonnibel picked up the bottle and cloth again when Marceline went into her little shelter, placing them on one of the rocks next to the door. Marceline could remember them later.

“Okay, are you ready for my thing?” Marceline stepped out again, her hands behind her back. When Bonnibel nodded, she rocked back and forth happily. “Close your eyes.”

Bonnibel did as she was told, closing her eyes and holding out both of her hands.

Something small and light was placed into them. She closed her fingers, feeling a conical shaped piece of plastic with an opening on either end, and a small cylinder just barely poking out near the middle. Was it some kind of toy?

She opened her eyes. The thing was a cheerful red, and she noticed that the cylinder portion had some kind of grating over it. She turned it over, rubbing her finger against the grate. Was it a filter? That would be really useful.

“Do you know what it is?” Marceline asked.

Bonnibel hesitated, then shook her head. Guessing and being wrong would make her look more silly than admitting her ignorance.

“It’s a kazoo! You put this part in your mouth, then hum.” She pointed at the thicker end of the kazoo. “Go on, try it.”

She held the kazoo up and looked inside of it, but there wasn’t any dirt. So she carefully put it to her lips. She breathed in, but there was no sound.

When she hummed on her out breath, the thing buzzed to life. The sound was louder than she’d expected. It almost sounded like a persistent bee. She flinched, and nearly spat the thing out.

Marceline clapped. “Good job! Now try humming with different tones. Like this. Do-mi-sol-mi-dooooooo.”

There was no reason to refuse. Bonnibel took a deeper breath, then tried to hum out each note. She sounded a bit too low on some notes and high on others, but it was still decently close to what Marceline had sung. The kazoo hummed a lot against her lips the entire time. It was very different from what she was used to, but it wasn’t bad. She had a better idea though.

She took the kazoo out of her mouth and wiped her sleeve on her hand. “Wait, let me try something.”

Bonnibel reached into her bag and pulled out a circuit board and a calculator she’d scavenged earlier. She had originally been planning on adding them to the computer she was trying to build, but she would be able to find more parts for it later. She opened the back of the calculator and hooked the battery inside to the circuit board, then wrapped the wire around in a circle a few times. She’d built plenty of electromagnetic cores in her life, and it was easy to rig up a small circuit with one end pressed up against the kazoo. She put on one of her insulated gloves, and held the coil to make sure it stayed in place.

“Watch this.” She pressed a button confidently, and a weak buzzing sound came out of the kazoo.

Marceline watched in awe as she pressed a few more buttons, running up and down a sequence of notes. Her options were limited, but she could still make five distinct notes. If only she had some way to control the volume too, it might be passable.

Suddenly, Marceline thumped down next to her. Her shoulder dug into Bonnibel’s side as she leaned in and poked at the button, making another note crackle from the kazoo.

“That’s so cool! How did you do it?”

“I used some of my spare parts to make an electromagnetic coil. If you make one the right way, then the circuit hums while it works.”

“So you made a little robot to play the kazoo?” Marceline finally gave her some space, though she didn’t move far. She kept her hands in her lap, staring down at the device with interest.

“It isn’t a robot, really. It just sort of exists.” Bonnibel let go of the kazoo, letting it fall on to her lap. She already had a new blueprint sheet in her mind, and she was thinking of all the ways she could turn the kazoo’s hum into a more modulated, smoother sound. “I can build a better one at home. Thanks for the gift.”

“You’re gonna go already?” Marceline grabbed the calculator and held on to it, pulling it close to her chest.

The rest of the circuit followed behind, and Bonnibel quickly disconnected it once it lifted off the ground. She looked up at Marceline and frowned.

“Don’t do that! You have to be careful, or you’ll get us both hurt. The circuit isn’t a toy. Give it back,” Bonnibel said, trying to grab the edge of the calculator.

“No! I’m not just letting you leave.” Marceline curled in on herself, her arms fully folded over the calculator and her knees up next to her shoulders.

Clearly, Bonnibel wasn’t going to be able to use force. She sat back and sighed. She put everything else into her bag, then turned to face Marceline. She was still curled up into a ball with her hair covering her face, but Bonnibel could see one black eye peeking out.

“I’ll be back soon. I promise.” Bonnibel held out her hand, ready to make a deal.

Marceline scoffed and ignored her. “Yeah, right. I know what that really means. I gave you a present and everything, but you’re still gonna leave. It isn’t fair.”

Bonnibel rolled her eyes.“I came back the first time, didn’t I? Look, Marceline, I have to take care of my brother. You’re nice, but spending time with a nice girl isn’t going to get us food. If I don’t leave now, it’s going to get dark, and then I’ll be alone in the woods at night. I’ll be here again in about a week. If you stay put, then there’s no way I can miss you.”

“Do you really promise?” Marceline slowly raised her head. She looked sad, and it made Bonnibel uncomfortable.

“Yes, I promise.” Bonnibel reached out again, ready to take the calculator from Marceline.

Marceline hooked one of her pinky fingers into Bonnibel’s and shook it so roughly that her whole arm ached. Bonnibel tried not to wince, and let Marceline keep shaking her hand. By the time she stopped, it felt like Bonnibel had been trying to take a wild animal.

“Perfect! I’ll see you in a week. I’ll even make a guitar, and then we can jam out together. I’ve made a few guitars and ukeleles before, it will be easy,” Marceline said, then finally handed Bonnibel the calculator. “Sorry about your thing. I hope it’s okay.”

Bonnibel looked it over, then carefully pressed the loose wires back into the compartment. She snapped it shut, and put it into her bag. It was getting heavy; she should make a new bag, so she could distribute the weight more evenly.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you later, Marceline.” Bonnibel smiled, then turned around.

“Bye Bonnie!” Marceline called, and when Bonnibel glanced back she saw that Marceline was waving hard. She had both hands in the air, her body almost swaying from side to side.

“Bye Marceline!” Bonnibel waved.

Marceline just kept waving back, a huge smile on her face. Her fangs were visible even from here. It was sweet, and the attention felt much less overwhelming from a distance.

Bonnibel stuck a hand out behind her, using it to feel her way through the trees as she kept on waving back. After nearly tripping twice, she was mostly out of sight of Marceline. She turned around, keeping one hand protectively on her bag as she began to jog through the woods. Once she was home, she couldn’t wait to experiment more with the kazoo.

[yourteght]

» GAROTAS & ALL STARS SUJOS (23/11) — futura doação (!) » categoria: Hora de aventura » personagens: Marceline & Princesa Jujuba » recursos: psds por @.navh (deviantart) & fanarts por @ikimaru <3

meimei's note: eu sempre quis fazer uma capa delas, de verdade, elas são meus amores muah muah. uma memória que tenho de criança, é quando assistia hora de aventura pela SBT se não me engano, saia voado da escola pra casa só pra assistir os episódios :3 um verdadeiro exemplo pq mesmo com esse péssimo detalhe da minha vida, eu ainda era o melhor aluno da escola (~˘▾˘)~ haha, mas enfim, não gostei tanto dessa capa pq ela não ficou NADA com o que eu queria MAS fazer o que né? Que vida, vou seguir e frente e é isso :3

[sometipsygnostalgic]

honey no it's not a moral failing to make that epic character into a one note bitchy antagonist in your fanfic. it's just a bastardisation of the character. which is way worse

[slowthypiglordblr]

The Key Ingredient

Apocalypse Candy Queen au

Commission by RenaX_kyo

[steemyart]

Something based on this fic by foliejpg ((Smut warning)) If you're interested and you're an adult, the followup pic is on my bio

[sunrise-imagines]

can you do Simon Petrikov being a grandpa? Like the reader is the child of Bubblegum and Marceline

Idk Simon and Cake messing with the babies in that one word made me cry

Let Simon be a grandpa

Awww this is so cute! Thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

Platonic!Simon Petrikov x Grandchild!Reader (+Bubbline x Child!Reader)

• When Simon found out Marcy and Bonnie were adopting a human baby, he was absolutely overjoyed.

• He was sadly never able to start a family of his own with Betty, so he never saw having grandchildren as a possibility until now.

• The day you were born, all of their friends and family were gathered in the waiting room. Marceline was especially nervous, she had little to no experience with babies and she worried whether she could be a good mom. Simon squeezed her hand in his, reassuring her that there’s nothing she couldn’t do.

• After what felt like an eternity, a MinervaBot finally brought you out, and everyone’s attention was directed towards you as she handed you over to Bonnie, congratulating them on their new child.

• Simon’s hands shook as Marceline beckoned him to come over and hold you, gently taking you in his arms as if you were made of glass.

• From that day on, Simon made a promise that he would always look out for you, swearing he would never leave like he had to with Marcy.

• As you grew up, Simon was a constant figure in your life.

• He helped you with your homework whenever you were having trouble, although when it comes to math he is equally as clueless.

• If you ever get picked on or bullied at school, him and Marcy are ready to march over there and beat the kid up. Bonnie has to calm them down and convince them that it’s not okay for them to beat up a child (although she certainly wants to as well).

• Simon would love it if you started to show interest in learning about archeology, he’ll teach you everything he knows about ancient artifacts.

• You beg him to take you along on an expedition, and while at first he’s pretty hesitant with how dangerous Ooo can be, Bonnie agrees to accompany both of you to make sure everything goes perfectly.

• Simon tries to tell her she doesn’t need to pack 6 different ray guns, but she won’t hear it.

• If you ever made him a drawing or some sort of craft he will cherish it for the rest of time.

• He has a shelf dedicated to displaying everything you’ve made for him, and he keeps it all in immaculate condition.

• When you enter your teenage years and start to date, Simon is very protective of you.

• Any partner you bring home will be subjected to immense judgement by him, Bonnie and Marcy.

• More than anything, he wants you to live a full and happy life, and he will do everything in his power to make that happen.

[furoruisa]

I have a lot of things to say

[imactuallyacartooncharacter]

They're going somewhere fancy or something and Marcy's wondering how long they'll last (and Bonnie doesn't have a single thought in her mind).

I also decided to use this drawing as an opportunity to share some of my thoughts about this au.

- So, first of all, her dragon state is a response to extreme stress exposure; it's the way her body (and brain) found do cope with it since she's always overworking herself (I guess kinda like burnout?);

- when she's in this state, it's not just her appearence that changes, her behaviour and her perception of things also change drastically, she's a literal dragon, so she acts really animal like; she was very scaredy at first but it didn't take long for her to start recognizing her friends and being comfortable around them;

- at first, her friends were really worried and were trying really hard to find a way to change her back, but then they realized that this state wasn't harmful to her at all, and more than that, it felt like she needed that, so they came to the conclusion that she would change back when she was ready to do so, and that in the meantime all they could do was to look after her and make sure she's okay and safe;

So basically, there's some stuff going on but mostly everyone's just vibing (also, this was the first time i attempted to do shading that actually looked decent, please be nice about it).

[luckyshinyhunter]

🎵💕For the Bubbline fans, this is for you!💕🎵

[cadenreigns]

Sins of Goliath Chapter 18 is up on AO3 (link in comments)

[dedo-no-cu-e-guittar-hero]

[myqueenmarceline]

What We Found in the Wasteland

Summary: What if Marceline and Princess Bubblegum met hundreds of years earlier, when they were just two little girls?

Warnings: none

This is a (belated) birthday gift for @nebula-gaster, I hope you like it friend!

Thank you to @sketch.461 for beta reading, I appreciate it!

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48563032

Bonnibel was off on her own again. Neddy didn’t really like exploring, so it was up to her to adventure for both of them. That was fine with her. It was fun to scout the land by herself, and she almost always found something worth bringing back.

Today she had gone further away from the river than she ever had before. The forest had gone from a few skinny trees to thick grey trunks. The sky was still visible between their bare branches, but Bonnibel felt much more closed-in than she did when she was wandering the plains.

Bonnibel walked into a clearing, and gasped. Jackpot! Two pieces of metal leaned up against a tree, making a small tent. There was a fire pit in the middle of the clearing with some ashes, but no smoke.

She crept closer, and moved one hand over the fireplace. She slowly lowered her hand down, but she felt no warmth. This site was probably abandoned. Bonnibel knew that most scavengers like her moved fast; she had only ran into someone else twice in the wastelands.

Well, she wasn’t going to let all of this great stuff go to waste! She stepped into the tent and began looking through. There were a few empty cans that could be good for inventions, a small stack of magazines that were in bad condition, and a blanket. She picked up the blanket to test the material, and a stuffed animal tumbled out of it.

She leaned over, examining the small purple bear sitting in the dirt. It was covered in bandages, stitches, and scrap cloth, but one intact blue eye and a stitched smile that was kind of cute. Bonnibel draped the blanket over her shoulder,

“Hey! That’s my stuff!” A voice called out. Bonnibel whirled around, facing the edge of the shelter’s opening.

A little girl stood in front of her. She had grey skin and short black hair that bounced around her cheeks, and she crossed her arms and glared at Bonnibel. “Get your hands off!”

“Hey, I found it fair and square!” Bonnibel shouted back, instinctively clutching the cans and teddy bear closer to herself.

The girl’s face got red, and her eyes seemed to change shape. “What do you mean? This! Is! My! House!”

She stomped in, and Bonnibel instinctively stepped away. Her back pressed against the wall, and she gulped. She couldn’t get out now; there wasn’t enough space for her to get around the girl.

“Give me my Hambo!” The girl said, grabbing one of the teddy bear’s legs. Bonnibel gave the toy up easily. The girl turned around, putting Hambo on top of the magazines. “Ugh, it’s all wrong now! How would you feel if someone came into your house and janked up your stuff?”

Bonnibel paused, realizing that she had definitely made a mistake. “I would feel bad.”

She began putting the cans back down on the ground again. There were small circles where the cans had pressed into the dirt, and it only took a minute. She put the blanket down, and carefully inched around the girl to stand at the doorway of the shelter.

The girl kept tidying up, switching the place of two cans, putting the blanket down, and wrapping the bear inside of it like a baby. She turned around again, then nodded to herself.

“That’s better.”

Bonnibel couldn’t tell a difference, but she decided to be polite. “My name is Bonnibel. What’s yours?”

“I’m Marceline.” Marceline reached into a small shoulder bag and pulled out a shiny blue rock, setting it down next to her blanket.

“Do you live out here by yourself?” Bonnibel asked, looking around. The shelter seemed much less secure now, and there wasn’t even a mattress on the floor.

Marceline scoffed. “No, that would be silly! I’m waiting for someone. His name is Simon. He’s coming back for me here. He had to go off and do some important grown-up stuff a few months ago.”

A seed of doubt sprouted in her mind, but Bonnibel didn’t say anything about it. She had seen a few other scavengers with kids in her binoculars before. Maybe Simon was trying to find out where they all seemed to be going; she had never seen the same child twice. She had always wanted to go up and speak to them, but she was worried that it wouldn’t go well, so she just observed them instead.

“Okay. I hope he comes back soon. I live a bit away from here in a hideout with my brother. A long, long time ago I was part of one Mother Gum, but then we had to go out and explore.” Bonnibel stepped out of Marcleine’s shelter and stood next to the old fire pit. “Your place looks pretty good.”

Marceline turned around and beamed at her. “Thanks, I decorated it myself. I feel like the cans really pull the whole thing together.” She tapped on one of the cans a few times. “Hey, do you know Cheers?”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a song. Here, sit and watch.” Marceline put Hambo to the side and picked up her blanket, holding it up in front of herself like a curtain.

She dropped the blanket and began tapping on the two cans closest to her as she sang. Each can had a slightly different pitch, and together they helped Bonnibel understand the rhythm.

“Making your way in the world today

Takes everything you've got

Taking a break from all your worries

Sure would help a lot

Wouldn't you like to get away?

Where everybody knows your name

And they're always glad you came

You wanna go where people know

People are all the same

You wanna go where everybody knows your name…”

Marceline made some jazz hands as she finished. “Ta da! That’s Cheers.”

Bonnibel had never heard the song before, but she had enjoyed the way Marceline played the cans. She began making clicking and popping noises with her mouth. She was used to using them a different way, but she could actually imitate the metallic sounds of the cans pretty well.

“Yeah, you’ve got it.” Marceline began tapping along too, but her rhythm was just slightly too slow, so it sounded off.

Bonnibel stopped. “The song is weird.”

“It’s not weird, you’re weird!” Marceline said, her face getting a bit red again.

Bonnibel shook her head and quickly explained. “I didn’t mean bad-weird, I meant good-weird.”

“Oh. I don’t think I’ve heard of good weird before.” Marceline tilted her head. “What’s it mean?”

Bonnibel paused. She was used to talking to herself, not having to explain what she meant to someone else. “Good weird is… it’s like my brother. He doesn’t talk like I do, and he’s scared all the time and hides away, but he’s not bad for doing it. He’s just different from me, so he seems strange sometimes. You’re not bad either, you’re just different from what I’m used to.”

“Well, then you’re good-weird too.” Marceline shifted and winced, covering her stomach. It growled loudly, and Bonnibel frowned. It sounded painful. “Ah, sorry Bonnibel. I couldn’t find anything to eat today. I’ll be okay if I just lie down.”

“How are you going to sleep if you’re hungry?” Bonnibel asked.

Marceline didn’t answer. She scooted further back into her shelter, looking away from Bonnibel as her stomach growled again.

“Here.” Bonnibel reached into her bag and pulled out an energy bar. It had only expired a hundred years ago, and she had eaten one from the same pack yesterday and it was fine. “Try this. It kind of tastes like eating dirt, but it will keep you full for, like, a whole day.”

Marceline opened the bar and sniffed at it, frowning a bit. “Are you sure this is good? It smells nasty.”

“I am. It doesn’t taste good, it’s good for you,” Bonnibel said, and Marceline nodded.

She shoved the bar into her mouth, but was only able to fit 2/3 of it in one bite. Bonnibel looked away as she coughed, spraying crumbs. She kept her eyes politely averted, letting the other girl swallow her food and clean herself up. Marceline coughed again, and smacked her dry lips.

“This is all I’ve got left, so don’t drink more than half.” She turned and held out her canteen to Marceline.

“Oh, thanks.” Marceline moved to the edge of her shelter and sat down cross-legged, taking the canteen. She took a long gulp of it, but just when Bonnibel thought she was going to empty the whole thing, she pulled her mouth off and handed it back. “Dang, your water is good!”

Bonnibel smiled. “Thanks. I built a filtration system myself. Every day I get a jug of it.”

“A system? I just use a sheet to collect the water in the morning and night.” Marceline turned and pointed in the direction she’d come from. “There’s some pretty good sand out there, and there’s only a few scorpions at night!”

“That’s cool.” Bonnibel turned, and her eyes widened. The sun was much lower in the sky than she had anticipated. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a watch. The batteries were working today, and it was almost 3. “Oh no, it’s late! I have to go back home and check on my brother. He doesn’t like to eat dinner without me.”

She grabbed her canteen and scrambled to her feet, hooking it back in her belt. She turned around, hoping that her mount was still tied up where she had left it. If not, she was in for a long, long walk on foot…

“Wait! When are you coming back?” Marceline asked, getting to her feet and following a few steps after Bonnibel. She stopped at the edge of the clearing, tugging on the straps of her overalls. Up close, Bonnibel noticed how many patches and stitches there were; the clothes were falling apart.

“You want me to come back?” Bonnibel asked. “But I messed up your camp site.”

“And then you hung out with me and gave me food. We’re even.” Marceline glanced at the floor, tugging on her overalls so hard that Bonnibel was afraid the straps would break. “I mean, I get if you don’t want to come back here or whatever, but I’m not gonna chase you away.”

“Tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that. I don’t know yet.” Bonnibel patted her shoulder bag. “I have to see if I can make anything with what I found today, or if I need to go scavenging again.”

Marceline brightened, giving her a wide smile full of sharp teeth. “I’ll be here, so come over. I can help you find the stuff you’re looking for. I’m basically an expert.”

“Alright, I’ll bring something to trade for your help next time. Bye Marceline.” She waved, then turned. Her cow was grazing on a patch of dry grass, its lead pulling on the small, brittle tree it was attached to.

“Bye Bonnie!” Marceline waved.

Bonnibel turned back three times as she petted her steed, untied it, and mounted. Each time, Marceline was waving at her. She waved back once more, then rode off into the forest.

[masculinemiracles]

Bonnie hold his hand for globsake

[shoutoutout]

my last days on earth, eating you - (Marceline/Bubblegum)

The ending was always the same. If she could go back, she would. She told Bonnie as much—how many times, she wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered; she never believed her. On lucid days—when her memory skittered straight—Marceline could remember. Moments. Flashes. They came to her, begging. One in particular, always.

Marceline and Bonnie at the end of days. References 'The Star.'

[experimentfae]

Fionna Campbell

Simon petrikov

Winter king

Finn Mertens

Fern

Marceline

Princess bubblegum

Marshall Lee

Gary prince

Farmworld Finn

Scarab

Prismo

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[that-chaoticace]

Sooooooo. Who plans on writing the Vampire World Bubbline fanfic¿ And why am I tempted to try as the world’s best writer who doesn’t write…

Psst— if some actually does though then @ me and I’ll read and kudos and jazz ;)