you said you’re taking drabble and apparently you do bubbline!!! do you think you could write a bubbline allergy drabble? either afflicted is fine ty ily
Anon! I haven’t done any AT fic in forEVER. Thank you for this, because writing it has rekindled my love for the Vampire Queen and her sweet treat. Hope you like this, and thank you for the request!
“I can’t believe I let you pick what we did tonight, and you chose your dumb old lab!” Apparently, complaints coming from a pouting woman who was floating upside-down, the thick rope of her dark braid sweeping over the floor like a paintbrush, don’t hold as much weight as they might normally. Because Bonnie doesn’t even look up from whatever boring science stuff she’s doing with a microscope and a teensy eyedropper filled with green… sugar goo? Acid? Sugar acid? Something. Marceline huffs a sigh that sounds equal parts annoyed, resigned, and bored. “Bonnieeeeeee. This is not a date! Dates are fun, and this is boring!”
“I brought food. Food makes it dinner, which makes it a date,” comes the absent reply from Marceline’s girlfriend. Marceline’s girlfriend who doesn’t even look up when she sighs again, long and drawn out. And it’s not like Marceline needs attention. She doesn’t. But Peebles decreed tonight ‘date night’ last week, and had promised that she would take a break from future-Queen-of-Ooo stuff. Apparently that only means that instead of politics, tonight is science.
Flipping right-side up again, Marceline pouts at the back of Bonnie’s head before floating over to where there’s a plate sitting, untouched, on a bench that’s otherwise cluttered with lab equipment. She pokes at the haphazard picnic before tuning back to Bubblegum, addressing her back once again. “Yeah, you brought food for you. I don’t see anything red here. Unless…” Something shifts in her tone, and she bobs over to her girlfriend, tugging at the collar of her lab coat to reveal the column of a smooth pink neck. “You’re planning on sharing a little bit of pink…?” That, at least, catches Bubblegum’s attention. At least, Marceline thinks it does, because her girlfriend has temporarily stopped working, and the most delicious shiver runs up her spine. ’Maybe,’ she thinks to herself as she noses the soft skin just behind Bonnie’s ear and inhales the syrupy sweet scent of her, ’This lameo date can be saved after all.’
There’s something different about her scent, Marceline realizes after a moment of nuzzling and kissing. It’s so faint it’s barely noticeable over the bubblegum of her hair, but in certain spots it’s stronger, and Marceline draws back with a crinkled expression and a curious tilt of her head. “Are you wearing perfume?” It’s a slightly flowery scent, but there’s something a little… off about it. Something chemical-y.
“Hm?” Bonnibel sounds more than a little distracted, the single note hummed in a slightly breathy manner. “Perfume? Oh, no. It’s something I put on my skin to protect it in case I get splashed by any of the acids I use during my experiments. To prevent burns, or… dissolving.”
“Dissolving? Bonnie, you are so wiehhh-” Marceline draws back further, putting a foot of empty space between them, and lifts a knuckle to scrub at her nose. It’s itching all of a sudden, like a handful of dust had been blown in her face. Her breath catches softly, and shivers hitchily before Marceline is forced to turn away from Bonnie, curling cold fingers into a fist to catch a short string of half-contained, itchy sounding sneezes. “Hh'tsch!… H'Nstch! Ih'KTsshh!”
With the mood interrupted, Bubblegum drew back further, observing the sniffling vampire with an expression of interest. “Bless you. I didn’t know you had allergies.” She was blushing a little still, and she pushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing more of the pale pink throat that was so tempting…
“Heh… heh-ktshh! H'kssshh! Hh… ihh..! Hh!Ehshhoo!” If only she could get close to her. Waving both hands in her face in an almost frantic flail, Marceline gives a liquid sniffle, wishing she’d worn something other than a crop top so she had a sleeve to press her nose into. “I don’t, usually. Must be that weird goop. Makes me ihhh… itchy…”
The sneeze teases her for a full thirty seconds, tipping her head back and making her breath come in stuttering, hitching gasps. Rather than coming, however, it leaves her in a state of unsatisfied limbo, and she rubs a curled finger beneath her nose with an irritated sounding sniffle. She’s blinking allergic tears from her eyes when she notices that Bubblegum is looking at her with an expression that almost seems… hungry. She makes a curious sound, raising an eyebrow in silent question.
“I didn’t realize that vampires could have allergies. You know, there are a few tests that I’d like to run, just to see wh– hey!” Bubblegum ducks quickly when one of the pastries from the plate is thrown at her head, accompanied by a teasing hiss from Marceline. A teasing hiss that is followed, almost immediately, by another short string of sneezes that makes Bonnibel sigh fondly and come over to touch Marceline’s shoulder. “Okay, ya doofus. Let’s go take a bath so you quit sneezing all over my experiments.”
‘Maybe,’ Marcie thinks again as she sniffles her way out of the lab, hand caught in her girlfriend’s warm grasp, ‘This lameo date can be saved after all.’
