take her hand PB you don’t have anything to lose
except your virginity
Some sugarless gum as per request by anon
oh how I’ve forgotten how these two are such CUTIES
Tower, Tower - Part XLVII - [Adventure Time]
A/N: A little longer than usual to make up for not updating the past couple of days!
Written for Bekuh. =)
Read the previous part of this story here.
TOWER, TOWER - [Part XLVII]
“Princess?” The voice comes to her as though through a great tunnel, distant and muted, tinged with concern. “Majesty? Majesty, please—wake up. I—”
A timid pressure on her shoulder snaps Bubblegum’s thin slumber in twain. Instinctively she jerks aright, knocking heads with Peppermint Butler and upsetting the stack of books by her elbow too. As her rounded advisor bowls backward and rolls across the bedchamber floor, the monarch blinks blearily about and asks, voice hoarse from sleep, “What? What’s happened? Is something the matter?” Belatedly she adds, “Oh, Peppermint—I’m sorry. Are you all right?”
I’m sad I was working all night on homework and missed this update. But oh Ash, you’re just perfect.
Tower, Tower - Part XLIII - [Adventure Time]
A/N: Over a bit.
Written for Bekuh. =)
Read the previous part of the story here.
TOWER, TOWER - [Part XLIII]
Escorted by guards on Marceline’s apparent order, Bubblegum ascends the stairs from the infirmary back up into the castle proper. First she visits the kitchens, procuring there the customary bowl of strawberries—but too a loaf of bread, a wedge of cheese. “Will you package a generous helping of tonight’s stew for me?” she asks the chef.
News of the happenings in the courtyard have by now swept the kingdom and the castle especially. The ashen cheeks and quivering hands of the usually jolly doughnut man say as much. He rushes for the pot of the requested stew. “Of course, Prince—” His eyes catch on the crown on her brow—his address falters. A question twitches across his features and he looks at his monarch searchingly, but she only smiles—patiently, wearily—and he at last resumes, “…ehm. Majesty. Right away. Will you, ah… will you be wanting anything else?”
Oh man ;A; this is all so great
Finn’s like their child
Tower, Tower - Part XLII - [Adventure Time]
Written for Bekuh. =)
Read the previous part of this story here.
TOWER, TOWER - [Part XLII]
Full of the sun’s last light, the Ice King’s eyes flicker yellow a brief moment. Next they are empty. His mouth falls slack; his chest sinks under his tunic and Finn makes a horrible, half-hitching noise, scrabbling backward. The false crown topples aside as the lifeless monarch’s head lolls off the squire’s knees into the snow.
“Help him!” he demands, leaping to his feet. Marceline rises fluidly behind him. “Help him!” he cries again, and his voice borders on a scream. Fresh blood drips from his hands as he clenches them into fists, striking with them at empty air. “Princess! Princess, help him—”
this is all giving me so many feelings
