I rewrote an old fic! It’s about Finn and Marceline having a talk on their dads. I wanted to post it in AO3 so I made some fixes and added a couple of lines. Enjoy!
If you ever do that "Finn listening to FP's heartbeat" request, may I suggest the title "Her Molten Rock Heart"?
I’m guessing you are the same person who asked for a POV of To Wake Up A Numb Heart. There’s no need to message me so much. Sorry if it seems I ignore you but sometimes I don’t have time to respond or I simply don’t have anything to say.
If I wrote the fic, since it’s my work, I would title it as anything I wanted. And I don’t know if I’m going to write it, I have things to do that tbh are far more important.
Sorry if I sound agressive, but I don’t like it when you send the same message over and over, asking me to do a very specific thing, almost demanding it from me. Wait or do it yourself. The artists are born when no one gives them the content they want.
Ever thought about doing "To Wake a Numb Heart" told entirely from FP's point of view?
You sent this 4 times already, no need to do that.
The story is done, and it features several episodes and scenes dedicated only to what is happening to Phoebe, ie, Phoebe’s POV (kinda). To tell the story entirely from Phoebe’s pov would be to let aside Finn’s growth, an important part of the story.
One thousand years are enough to meet a big number of people and watch them live, watching some die and others not. It was common, but not easy, to have people disappear from her life to never come back again, to see those particular flames extinguish. Thus she started a cycle: watch people die, swear to never care about them again, meet someone (really getting to know them), care for them, watch them die and start again. Only two people were always with her: a cursed man in a seemingly no-way-back path of madness, and a powerful capable leader that couldn’t ever be one hundred percent trusted when it came to relationships. At certain times, she found herself running away from them.
There was a time when she thought she had finally broken the cycle, a time when she thought she could go back and simply not care; she thought her hedonistic-nihilistic side had finally won. But that was a few years ago, and her expectative was broken as soon as she came back. All because of the person sitting in the couch right next to her.
She hadn’t seen someone of his kind for almost seven hundred years. She would keep as a secret the fact that she had the sensation of her heart skipping a beat when she saw him, but only because of the shock of seeing a real human after so much time. Every time they were close to each other, she could hear the beating of his heart and the passing of his blood through his veins, inviting her vampiric nature to go and have a taste. It was hard, but she managed to keep her calm since, although she tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, she liked to get touchy with him (first as silly flirting, enjoying his embarrassment) and feel that soft warm human skin that she had never felt since her turning; giving into her vampire needs would mean losing that oasis. Besides, he would later willingly accept to give her some of his blood from time to time.
She kept him around like that, like a souvenir of a long gone and lost remembrance. But soon he showed his charm and his enchantment, to make her remember her own humanity. She got trapped again, but she didn’t care. That boy was way more fun than any other person she had ever met before, even than Bonnibel. It was because of him that she and Bonnie got close again to make amends. He called her friend and she didn’t mind nor tried to run away. She let the word embrace her like his soft hugs.
He grew up and she became a confident. She heard him doubt, wonder and suffer in that same couch (sometimes having to go through crucial education Jake didn’t want to give him, to the point of wanting to have his blushed cheeks as snack). Trying to help him, she opened herself without noticing and found out how both of their souls vibrated in the same wavelength, until she doubted, wondered and suffered with him too. They helped each other to resolve, learn and laugh. There was an implicit vote of secrecy between them: what is said in the couch stays in the couch, even the hair treatment tips.
There was a tv-only Heat Signature movie playing in front of them. Marceline moved her hand over to Finn’s and intertwined her fingers with his fingers. Nonchalantly, Finn closed his fingers on Marceline’s hand and smiled as she laid her head on his shoulder, getting lost in the soothing sound of his breathing.
Her skin felt cold, enough for Marceline to notice she was shivering and put her jacket on her shoulders. As the ship shrunk in the horizon, the shivering came back. She crossed her arms as if she tried to hug herself, to calm herself. Fern was the first one to leave, Finn had put a task on him and he resolved to compel.
Marceline and Bonnie stayed a little longer, until the ship carrying their friends to a journey of discovery disappeared in the roundness of the world. They started walking along the beach, as the sun rose to fully illuminate that side of the world. Bonnie had been awfully quiet for Marceline and she noticed the frown on Bonnie’s face.
“Bonnie, are you ok?”
“I’m worried, Marceline”.
Her voice was honest, which threw Marceline a little off. She seldom had those kind of feelings for someone. By experience, Marceline knew that, for Princess B. Bubblegum, people were just mortal lives that went away as easy as they came; both of them knew the price of getting attached to mortals, but she still could relate to Bonnie’s feelings.
“Hey! It’s Finn!” said Marceline, trying to ease the mood that was getting to her too. “That guy has gone to hell and back with little to no scratch. He will come back just fine”
“That’s the problem” said Bonnie, somewhat somber. She stopped and looked back at the ocean. “What if he doesn’t come back? What if he doesn’t want to come back?”
“Why wouldn’t he want to come back?” replied Marceline.
“What if he finds what he’s looking for? Other humans, people like him, his mom… I wouldn’t blame him if he decides to stay there but…”. Bonnie clenched her lips, her crossed arms tightened, she inhaled deeply and exhaled.
Marceline got closer to her and made her hold hands with her, encouraging her to talk.
“He’s important, you know? That kind of important. Don’t tell me he’s not the same for you”
“Well… he kinda brought us together. He pushed me to visit you that night” said Marceline with a smirk.
“Haha yeah!” laughed Bonnie in a sarcastic tone. “Did you really need to put wolves in my room?”
“Of course, baby! You can’t say I don’t have your heart running fast because of me”
Bonnie let go of Marceline’s hand and punched her lightly in the arm, immediately after holding the vampire’s hand again.
“I’m also a little…” the next words, although she accepted they were true, were never easy to speak out loud. “I’m scared. Finn has been of great help to keep my kingdom and Ooo safe, and I can’t shrug off this feeling that something massively bad could happen while he’s not here. Like, seriously, I’ve done computer simulations and 76.85% of the times it has resulted in disaster. I’ve made contingency plans from a broken leg to a meteorite hitting the planet to someone of us being launched into space and I-”
“Hey, Bonnie. Chill” said Marceline, kissing Bonnie’s cheek and making her chuckle. “It’s alright. We are not defenseless toddlers. This land has made it before without him and it will make it a couple of weeks without him too. Besides, I’m here to protect you, sweetie” said Marceline with a wink.
Bonnie tenderly kissed Marceline’s hand in gratitude for the cheering up. She looked again at the sea, expecting her words to reach the heart of his beloved friend. “Take care”.
The bubbling sensation filled his mouth and went down his throat, finally letting the cold beverage hit his stomach. A gasp of refreshment came out from him. However, he frowned. He drew the can of soda back to him and, without drinking, he let the bubbles dance in his lips for a while, examining the sensation.
He turned his head right at his vampiric companion in the shadow that protected them both from the merciless sun and the heat it brought.
“Marceline, can I ask you something?”.
“Shoot it, Finn” replied Marceline, taking a sip from her can.
“Haven’t you noticed Bonnie’s lips are... raspy? When you kiss her, they feel like sour candy”.
Marceline looked directly at Finn with a heavy frown. “Dude!” she yelled. “I thought I was the only one who thought that!”
“I just kissed her twice. You must end with your lips all messed up” said Finn as he and Marceline fist-bumped.
The warmth of the noon started to invade the treehouse. The gentle breeze entering by the open window of the room kept Finn fresh. He had spent the last hour sitting on his bed, staring at the white hat between his hands. He thought about all those times his hat had been taken away from him and how many of those times he felt anxious pain in his chest, as if he couldn’t breathe, and how relieved and safe that piece of fabric made him feel. Two days after his return, he started to understand why that happened.
He got up and walked towards the window. The wind played with his hair as he looked deep into the blue horizon. He hoped his thoughts could reach her.
As Finn went downstairs he could hear several voices coming from beneath, from the living room.
“He’s fine! He got this! He’s just a little… absent. Nothing new”
“Nothing new? Jake, he could be relapsing!”
“Can you help me here?”, a plead
“I’ve tried to talk her into it, but she’s just too worried”
“You can’t blame for being worried. You are too!”
“Yeah, but I trust him! Don’t you, Bonnie?”
“I-“
“Hey guys! What’s up?” greeted Finn casually at his friend reunited in the living room.
“Hey Finn! How you’ve been doing, dude?” replied Marceline.
Bonnie walked away from his friends and sat on the couch. She looked directly at Finn and patted the sit next to hear, inviting him to sit beside her. Finn looked at Marceline and Jake. His brother shrugged and the floating vampire made an effortless sign with her head to make him go with the princess, as she rolled her eyes.
“So dramatic” she muttered.
As soon as Finn sat on the couch, Bonnie put her hand on his shoulder. It was light but firm, and for a fain second he could feel her gripping him tightly.
“How do you feel, Finn?” she said with soft sweet voice.
Finn looked at her and then at his hat, still in his hands.
“I… I really… didn’t know what to expect from that trip. I actually didn’t stop to think I could find… her”
Marceline flew over to the couch and sat beside Finn, putting her hand in his leg.
“How was she? Was she nice?”
“Didn’t Jake told you the story?” replied Finn.
“I couldn’t give too many details. I already forgot half of the trip. I have nightmares of a crab coming out of my guts”
“A parrot” corrected Finn.
“Do you have those dreams too?”
“Anyways, back to my question” said Marceline, “how was she?”
Finn smiled and looked at her. “She was… the nicest. I love her. She’s my mom” he whispered with authentic happiness. Every letter of ‘mom’ came out of his mouth with deep feeling and a smile for each one.
“See Bonnie? It made him good to see her!” exclaimed Marceline, pointing at Finn’s grin.
Bonnie took Finn’s left hand, grasped it between her hands and put them closer to her chest. “I’m so glad you found yourself there. If there’s anything you want, you can tell us. We are here for you”
“Thank you, Bonnie”
“I told you he got this! Nobody knows better my brother than me!” said Jake proudly, stretching his arms to play with Finn’s hair.
“Finn, I’ll be blunt” said Bonnie with strange seriousness. “If you ever want to go back, and stay there, you just have to-“
There was a desperate knock in the door that interrupted Bonnie. Jake stretched himself to the lower level of the house, being followed by the curious Finn. As soon as they opened the door, a little person conformed by three donuts (each one bigger than the other, from head to waist) and limbs threw herself at Jake.
“It’s horrible! There’s a monster out there destroying our houses near the river! Please, heroes, save us!”
“A monster? Not in my watch! Tell me where this monster is, and when I’ve taken care of it, we will build you some new cool cribs” said Finn with resolution in his eyes.
“Oh, wonderful! Please, follow me!”
Finn took a spare sword from the treasure room and prepared to leave, but Bonnie’s grasp stopped him.
“Finn… do you feel… ready?”
Finn put his sword down for a moment to hug Bonnie. She replied the same way. They broke up the hug with smiles in their faces.
“I’ll be ok. This is my place, this is where I belong” he said. He looked at the hat in his hand once more and smiled as he put it on. “Helping is what I do the best”
He got accustomed at the sound of the waves hitting the shore, but the heat was so unbearable that he was pushed to take his hat off. The warm wind played with his blonde locks and the sand in his pants stopped feeling weird in the third day.
For five days, Finn had been sitting in the beach, that same beach where he realized about his thalassophobia (as Bonnie had named his fear of the ocean), the same beach where he defeated that fear and received the news of his father still being alive; and the same beach where, once again, he lost his arm and yet another revelation about himself came in like a train. He compared the eternal motion of the waves with the never ending swarm of thoughts in his head: going away, but only for a few seconds before coming back with incredible force.
His smell sense was highly developed, and without even hearing any steps he was aware of his friends approaching him. A smell like pancakes and bacon and another like burnt sugar were in the air.
“Hi Jake. Hi Bonnie” he said, his eyes still fixed in the horizon.
“What about me?” replied a familiar voice.
“Oh! Sorry. You have no smell on you, Marceline”
“See guys? I do take baths” she joked.
The three friends sat next to Finn.
“Finn, you’ve been here for almost a whole week. You need to go back home and eat properly” said Jake. “I’ll make you Finncakes!” he exclaimed with enthusiasm.
Finn chuckled. “That sounds nice, but I don’t have much of a craving for Finncakes right now” he said, getting a terrified gasp from his brother.
“We are worried about you, Finn” said the princess, stroking Finn’s hair.
“Yeah dude, this is not the proper way to get a tan” said Marceline, getting a somewhat furious glare from Bonnie.
“How is Susan?” Finn asked, his gaze on the ocean.
“She’s ok, still recovering. But if you want to know if she has said something… there hasn’t been any progress on that field” replied Bonnie.
Finn got up and walked closer to the ocean and stood there for a few seconds, feeling the breeze in his face. “She said our home. Am I not from Ooo? Where am I from? How did I end up here? Is the rest of my… family there?”
He looked back and finally confronted his friends. “I need answers. I need to go there”
“Where?” asked Bonnie and Jake in unison.
“The ocean, and whatever there is beyond. Wherever there are people like me. Wherever there are… humans”
Bonnie and Jake looked at each other with worry and finally sighed in defeat.
“Very well, Finn. We will help you find your people” said Bonnie.
“R-Really?” said Finn with a bright smile and renewed excitement.
“Yep. I’ll provide you with my best transport ship. You are my best friend, Finn. I want to see you happy, I want to see you at peace. But you will need to know how to get there” then Bonnie looked at the other girl beside her. “Marcy…”
“What?” asked Marceline with a frown.
“You know what. Tell him or forget about more sunscreen with ten million SPF” replied Bonnie.
Marceline looked at Finn and her features softened. She approached Finn, hovering, and took him by the shoulders, looking directly into his eyes. A grin appeared in her face. “Since I saw your ocean blue eyes I knew it was no coincidence. Hers had the same color”
“What are you-?” Finn tried to ask, but got interrupted by Marceline.
“I know where they are, Finn. I know where the humans went. Or at least I have an idea where they most probably are, I had to leave them after I got turned”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” asked Finn with a tone of disappointment and after a couple of seconds of silence with a face of disbelief.
“Besides the human migration happening a couple of centuries ago and me thinking that their civilization could have gotten destroyed, I…”, Marceline bit her lip, trying to say her next words as considerate as possible, “I actually didn’t want to tell you anything. But because you were happy! You seemed so happy here, with friends and family, with Bonnie and Jake… I didn’t think you needed to know. And then I was blessed with being your friend too, and you have given me so much. I can’t stand watching you in such turmoil and suffering. It’s time for me to pay back. I have a map, it will help you get there”
Finn embraced Marceline by her waist, making her hover down and put her feet on the sand to return the hug (and flinch a little at the feeling of his metalic arm). “Thanks Marcy”
The hug and the gratitude repeated with Bonnie, who petted the human’s head. Finn approached Jake, sort of conflicted and embarrassed.
“Jake… when I said my family um… I meant…”
“It’s ok, bro. I know what you meant. I also want you to clear your doubts and see you happy. And I’m going with you, to protect my little brother from the ocean monsters”
Finn tackled Jake down on the sand with a hug. “But you will always be my brother, no matter what” he said, smiling.
“Bros for life!” exclaimed Jake, rising a fist.
“For life and afterlife!” exclaimed Finn, fistbumping with Jake.
Finn got up and looked at the ocean again. He could only imagine what was beyond the horizon, what secrets the curvature of the planet kept hidden and what adventures awaited for him. Smiling, he whispered:
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please just show us attention we work just as hard as artists do we just want to be petted and praised the same way
like an artist tag-stalks their art and sees all the #HOW DARE and #FUCK YOU OP in the tags and they’re like ‘yes good my work is done’
but a writer
we know there aren’t as many readers as there are picture-lookers and we don’t get the notes so there’s no tags to stalk to fulfill our need for validation
the ao3 hit counter going up is nice but if you don’t leave a comment (or even a kudos) how do we know you liked it and didn’t just back out and go “nope”
we value your gushing so much please just gush all over my face
Yes, you. You, with the pen in hand, the laptop atop your lap. You, with the scribbles and the scrawls. You with the tappity-taps and clickity-clicks. You, with the eraser marks. You, with the red and green squiggles. You, who knows a piece of written paper equals a little more than half a typed page. You, who knows 50,000 words is about 100 regular pages. You, who doesn’t know how to spell a word because you’ve only heard it spoken, but never seen it written. You, who stuffed your work in the attic drawer. You, who saved your story inside a chain of files so nobody would read it by accident.
Chloe, the little girl in “Epilogue”, is based in the girl that appears in a portrait in one of Marceline’s dreams in Stakes, supposedly Simon’s and Betty’s daughter
I still had some inspiration for a final chapter. Sorrynotsorry for any other side ships featuring in this. Enjoy!
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As he lazily opened his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile at the first thing he saw. He had seen the same thing every morning for the last eight years and he hadn’t grown tired of it at all; he wanted to keep seeing her face every morning, no matter the messy hair or the dry trail of drool she had. Simon loved everything about Betty, just as she loved everything about him.
Simon drew his hand to softly caress Betty’s face and she blabbered something still in her sleep. She clenched her eyes and began to blink. She half-opened her eyes, looked at Simon and smiled.
“Good morning” said Simon.
“Good morning” replied Betty.
“Goooooood moooorniiiiing!” yelled a high pitched voice.
Something jumped onto the bed, crawled towards the still sleepy and unprepared couple and surrounded their necks with a strong grip. “It’s mah bethday! It’s mah bethday!” exclaimed the happy creature: a small chubby girl of pink skin and curly brown locks.
“It sure is, darling!” replied Simon with pampering voice, hugging her little daughter and kissing her cheek.
“I’m five now! I’m a big girl!” the child exclaimed, lifting her arms up.
“You totally are, sweetie” said Betty, kissing her forehead, her cheeks and playing with her hair. “Breakfast will be ready shortly. I’ll make your favorite!” she sang.
“Yes! Bunny eggs!” chanted the thrilled infant. She left her parents room and entered into another room before getting in her own. “Brother! It’s mah bethday! Kiss me!”
“Mom, Chloe is in my room again without my permission!” complained the boy.
“Just kiss her and she will leave you alone, Peter!” replied Simon.
Minutes later, at the dining room, the little girl received her promised gift: a pair of eggs with long bacon ears, mushroom nose, fine whiskers of smashed spinach and sausage eyes; egg bunnies.
“Honey, why don’t you go to your room and put on the dress I bought you?” said Betty.
“Bethday dress! Bethday dress!” exclaimed little Chloe as she excitedly ran back to the second floor, to her room.
Betty giggled and took Simon’s hand on the table. “Do you remember the day she was born?” she said with a melancholic tone.
“I’ll never forget it” replied Simon.
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Simon ran like he never had run before. He was at an archeological expedition with Finn in what seemed to be an old bunker when he received the message from Betty: her water had broken; the baby was on her way. Not even the young human could catch up with him in the almost five minutes they ran through the woods.
“Boy! That new heart sure gave him a good endurance for an old man!” panted Finn
The two humans reached the place and Simon immediately took the first nurse he encountered by the collar of her scrub.
“My wife! Betty Grof! Where is she? She’s having my daughter!”
The nurse, a little startled, managed to check the list she had in her hands and told Simon the room where Betty was, which was upstairs, in the third floor. Simon began his race again, now fighting against stairways. He hadn’t heard Finn when they were running in the woods but he also noticed his better endurance and energy since he got his new heart (and in some way it also was obvious for Betty; that was why she was in the hospital at that moment). He climbed up in just a couple of minutes and, although his legs would scream in pain at the next day, he didn’t feel exhausted, something odd for a man almost fifty years old. Simon reached the birthing room, where another nurse stopped him from entering until he cleaned his sweat and he put on a scrub. When he finally entered into the room, he crouched at Betty’s side and held her hand.
“I’m here honey, everything is going to be okay” he tenderly whispered.
“I know, Simon” she replied in heavy breath, but calmly. “I know that with you here I can AHHHH!!!” she screamed in pain, “Get her out of me already!”
“We have a good dilatation. You can start pushing now” said Doctor Princess.
“C’mon Bets, you can do it. You’ve done it before. I’m with you”
“Why did I let you do this to me again?” asked Betty in a painful yell.
“You weren’t so mad when I did it to you”
Be it either for the pain she was experiencing right then or because she was mad at his snarky comment, Simon’s hand bones cracked at the sudden tight grip of Betty’s hand. She kept pushing and breathing until, some minutes after, Betty’s exhausted panting was accompanied by the cry of their new born daughter.
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Simon smiled at the remembrance. Five years after, they still loved her like the first time they saw her.
“Did you get your sister a present, Peter?” asked Simon.
“Yeah! And she’s gonna love it. Even you are gonna love it!” he said as he left the table.
“Is it a potion?” asked Betty, hinting at her son’s predictable behavior.
“Of course it’s a potion! But not any potion!” he replied from the stairs. “Wait and see”
“I don’t like it when he goes near Wizard City” said Betty.
“Don’t worry, he hasn’t been near” said Simon, “I talked with him and convinced him to stay away from it. Now he just gets the potions in the black market”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” asked Betty, side-glancing at her husband.
“Just kidding! He gets very generic and simple potions and the farmers market. I went with him to buy Chloe’s gift. Peter and I are going to prepare the things outside for the party now”
Simon and Peter set tables, chairs and tends in the back yard for the party in the afternoon. Princess Bubblegum was the first one to arrive and she brought a big white five floors cake with her, decorated with candy bunnies, cats, dogs and butterflies. Chloe came down the stairs in a green plain dress with a white ribbon in the waist, white sandals and green diadem. When Bubblegum congratulated and hugged Chloe, the little girl sneakily took some of her gummy hair and saved it for later, something she always did with the princess. Later on, wizard friends like Abracadaniel, the Magi of Life and Ron James came over with gifts for the whole family. Jake and Lady arrived minutes after. About thirty minutes later, when the food was about to be served, the last two guests arrived to the party. Simon’s and Betty’s daughter ran towards the tall floating girl.
“Marceline! Marceline!” exclaimed the child.
“Hey! Happy birthday girl!” said the vampire as she crouched to hug the girl and lift her up. “You look so nice in that dress” she complimented.
“I know! Mommy bought it for me! It’s green!” said the child.
“Happy birthday, Chloe” said Finn.
“Bear hat!”
Finn giggled. “We have talked about this, Chloe. My name’s Fi-“
“Bear hat!” exclaimed Chloe, more enthusiastically than before.
Simon approached Marceline and she let go of little Chloe (who ran back to her mom) to hug him.
“You are a little late” said Simon, jokingly.
“Blame mister Bear Hat” she said with a smile.
“Finn, is really nice to have you here too” said Simon, stretching hands with the young man.
“I would never turn down an invitation to a party, especially yours. I should thank you and Betty for bringing more humans into this place”
“Oh! I see you brought a present” said Simon, paying attention to the long box he was holding. “Put it in the presents’ table. I just hope it’s not a sword or something like that” he said with a playful smirk.
But Finn stood still and his face grew worried. He managed to smile but he also started sweating. “Yeah, nothing like that” he said with a nervous giggle. “You know? I… I forgot something in the Tree House, I… I… I left the stove on! Yeah! I’ll be right back!”
“Wait, are you taking the present with you?” asked Simon as Finn ran away, no receiving a response. “He brought a sword, didn’t he?”
“I told him several times and he told me he wouldn’t” replied Marceline. “I knew that box was too big for any toy”
“And by the way, how are the things between you two?” he asked.
Marceline smiled at him, at the man who raised and protected her when she was alone. Her eyes shone as she laid a hand in her stomach, right under her bellybutton. She looked back at his eyes. “I’ll make sure his name is Simon”
It took a few seconds for Simon to catch her words. When he did, a big smile grew in his face and he hugged Marceline. The little girl he had sworn to protect as long as he could, the girl that helped to save him from madness, was now about to start her own family. And she wanted to start it with a homage for him. The joy filled and poured out from Simon’s heart as he laughed happily at the news.
“But… how? I thought you…?” he asked as he let go of Marceline.
“This place is full of magic, Simon. You should know that”
“Yeah, I understand. But, what I mean is… how did you decided to do it? You are a vampire and you…” he trailed the last word, hoping Marceline had understood so he wouldn’t have to finish the harshness of the whole sentence.
Marceline looked down and bit her lower lip as she scratched her left arm. “It’s… pretty scary, you know? To think that I obviously am gonna outlive Finn, and probably him or her” she said as she touched her abdomen. “But it’s also thrilling, exciting even. Since I took care of those little boogers of you I felt a bug biting me in the back of the neck. I suppose it is part of growing up, feeling mature enough to do this? Finn helps a lot, he’s even more excited than me” she said as she laughed.
“That’s wonderful to hear, Marceline. I’m proud of you” said Simon with that fatherly voice she loved, caressing her cheek. “Do you think he’s gonna take long to come back?”
“He has a good sprinting, and the tree fort isn’t that far. He’ll be back in five or ten minutes”
“Good enough! C’mon, let’s celebrate. There will still be plenty of food when he comes back. Do you have any new stories to tell us?”
“I got lots! Wait to hear that time I went to the Botomless Pit” she said as she floated next to Simon towards the table. “Worst tourist publishing ever”
And so the feast started: pizzas, mini sausages, the best cake ever made in the Candy Kingdom and jell were served at the table. Finn got there (with a new present) just in time to have some cake and pizza. Later, the presents for Chloe were open: Peter, his brother, gave her a potion to increase his concentration when facing an exam.
“It expires in ten years. Save it for the elementary” he said before his little sister hugged him.
The League of Independent Wizards (Abracadaniel, Ron James and the Magi of Life) casted a special protection over her against all evil magic.
“It will protect you from the next five years, my child” said Abracadaniel.
Jake and Lady gave her a nice white long dress with yellow flowers all around. Bubblegum gave her a book about simple chemical experiments she could make herself at her kitchen (with help of her parents, of course). Marceline’s and Finn’s present was opened next: a golden necklace with a bright green gem in its center.
“Thank you Bear Hat! Thank you Marceline!” said Chloe, hugging their legs.
It finally came the time for her parents’ present. Betty lifted her in her arms and Simon handed her the wrapped up present.
“This is for you, my love. Let your imagination be free. Color this as you and your brother have colored our world”
Chloe unwrapped the present to discover a book full of stories, with special spaces where she could either do her own drawings about the stories or color the line arts that were already there. Chloe jumped happily in her mother’s arms kissed her cheek. She extended her arms to reach for her dad and do the same thing with him.
The party continued on for a couple of hours more. Princess Bubblegum was the first one to leave, followed after by the wizards. The kids went to bed early and the adults kept chatting in the living room. Lady and Jake catched up with Finn’s and Marceline’s misadventures, as well as both couples did with Betty and Simon. Jake couldn’t contain his happy tears when Finn announced his upcoming parenthood. These remaining guests left around eleven thirty and the human couple made their way back to their bedroom.
Simon and Betty kept talking, sharing memories about the last eight years, anecdotes of both Peter and Chloe. They cuddled as they fell asleep with smiles in their faces. Tomorrow would be a new day in the lovely Petrikov Grof family.
Summary: There’s something wrong with Finn and Jake tries to figure out what
The chilly night fell upon the grasslands. In the Tree Fort, Jake was preparing himself to finally enter his favorite dimension in the multiverse: the dimension of dreams. Sup had been had, warm milk had been drunk and the bath relaxed his muscles to the point he barely managed to move them out of the bathroom. It had been a long and rough day. Finn went in an adventuring frenzy with no stop of which not only the monsters had been victim of, but also Jake. He came out of the bathroom expecting to see Finn already curled up in his bed or just plopping over it out of fatigue. But he wasn’t. Jake climbed down the ladder to find Finn playing on BMO in the living room.
“Hey buddy, what are you doing?” said Jake. “It’s late and you should have some rest. It was a pretty busy day”
“I’ll go up later, I don’t feel sleepy yet. You go and have nice dreams with Lady”
Jake frowned in concern. “Are you sure? You seemed kinda weary this morning, like if you hadn’t slept well last night”
“I’m ok, Jake. I’ve been sleeping well” he said with a smile but always looking at BMO’s screen. “Just a couple of levels to finish this world and I’ll go to sleep”
Jake half trusted Finn’s words and went back to the bedroom. He made himself comfortable in the drawer he used as bed. His deep yawns were sign of the inevitable and soon he fell asleep and started snoring. Just as his brother said, his dreams were nice, starring his girlfriend, delicious food and magical friends. But then a noise in the middle of the night woke him up. He lazily opened his eyes and managed to catch a glimpse of Finn’s bed. Finn wasn’t there. He looked at the clock marking four and fifteen in the morning.
Jake raised his head. “Finn?” he called and received no answer but the light coming from downstairs. Once again, he climbed down the ladder as he heard another noise, of dishes and glasses being moved. The dog encountered Finn still in the sofa, playing with BMO and with a bowl of cereal at his side. The dark bags under his eyes and his emaciated features were clear sign of his weariness.
“Finn, what the heck?” yelled Jake, raising his arms.
“Oh, hey Jake!” said Finn, managing to draw a tired smile. “I’ll be right up there in a second”
“None of that, young boy” scolded Jake as he stretched his arms and took the joystick out of Finn’s hands. “You are coming up right now”
“But…” muttered Finn.
“No buts! And forget about going out tomorrow, you are staying here and resting the whole day! You are coming to sleep now!”
“I don’t want to sleep, Jake!” he screamed, offended and defensive.
“Why not?” yelled Jake, not letting himself being intimidated.
Finn was breathing heavily and he sat back in the sofa. Just then Jake noticed he was trembling, so hard it could be noticed in his breath. The dog softened his features and approached the boy. “Bro, are you ok?” he asked with a soft voice.
Finn’s eyes started watering. “Every time I close my eyes… they are there”
“They? Who?”
“They. His parents. From the other Finn” he said. “I see how they hug him, how the love him”. He clenched his eyes and buried his face in his hands.
“Ow, Finn” said Jake, sitting at his side and embracing him.
“Why wasn’t Martin like that?” came in a muffled sob from the hands. “Where is she, Jake? Why did they…?”
Jake hugged Finn as tight as he could and Finn responded, burying his face in his brother’s shoulder. “I don’t want to sleep because I see them every time I sleep. I don’t want to see them, Jake. I don’t want to sleep ever again”
“Shh, Finn, shh. Everything will be alright. I’m here with you. I won’t let the bad dreams get you” said Jake, patting his head. He stretched his legs and carried Finn to his bed.
He made him take a bath and put on his pajamas. Then he laid him on the bed and he also lied next to him. Jake made himself smaller and curled up in Finn’s chest and nuzzled against Finn’s hands. “Tomorrow we will rest, but the next day we are gonna look for her. For your mom. I’ll never give up nor leave you until we find her”
Finn cuddled with Jake in his chest, feeling already better and warmer in his heart. He drew an honest smile and started to fall asleep.
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