Finnceline One Shots

The Knot Tied

*Finn's Age: 22*

Finn's P.O.V

Love isn't just a four letter word to say aimlessly. It's a true and pure emotion that can be felt by almost any living creature, at least that's what I've come to believe. Love can be found by anyone and can make two people from different backgrounds become completely inseparable to the point where there's nobody else they'd rather be with. I believe this so wholehearted because of my loving, affection, radical dame girlfriend Marceline. Oh, Marcy, how did I ever get so lucky to call you mine? We've been dating over the past two years. It was sometime when I was 19 or so when we first confessed our feelings for each other and started going out. Now, at 22, we're both still going strong in our relationship. Marcy and I have been beyond happy these past few years and now I'm thinking of taking the next step in our relationship. Proposing.

The thought of getting down on one knee and asking Marceline to be my wife fills me with a mixture of nervousness and thrill as I stand in her kitchen and prepare some breakfast for the two of us. I'm cooking up some bacon pancakes for me and some red foods for my special girl. It's technically our kitchen now because I moved in here just last year, Marcy admitting that she was getting lonely being all by herself and would've loved nothing more if I moved in with her. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wanting to do it anyway, but since she popped the question first, I think it was better than me potentially making her feel like I wanted to rush our relationship along into the moving-in-together phase.

I flip the pancakes over the bacon and stir the blood-strawberry juice mix, the blood being my own of course. After a couple more minutes of cooking, I switch the stove off and serve up my breakfast onto a plate while pouring the red liquid into a cup. Holding the plate of food in one hand and the cup in the other, I make my way out of our kitchen and through the living room. I very skillfully maneuver up the ladder, even with both my hands full, and tiptoe very quietly over to Marcy. She's still sleeping, facing towards her nightstand with her arm hanging over the side. She looks so happy when she's resting that sometimes I don't want to wake her. But there are other times when I catch her hugging my pillow to her chest thinking it's me, which is when I do wake her up so I can give her the real thing.

I go with a romantic move and go to sit on the edge of our bed, waiting patiently for Marceline to wake up. The fresh scent of breakfast eventually wafts past her nose and brings her from her dreams, my lovely vampire sitting up slowly and blinking her eyes tiredly as the bed sheets fall onto her lap. Marcy spots me when she's awake enough to keep her gaze focused and an instant smile grows on her face.

"What an amazing sight to wake up to" My queen purrs softly, not even trying to cover up her exposed chest. 

Marceline's only covered by her bed sheets. We did Tier 15 last night and needless to say, it was an exhilarating and fulfilling experience. Jake had constantly pestered me to avoid it, but getting more rebellious when I get older means I have a tendency to not listen and do the exact opposite, which is why I was happy to do it when Marcy wanted to. But I giggle a bit and move the breakfast that I prepared so that it's more easily noticed. It works and Marceline turns her head when she sees the plate and cup.

"What do you have there, cutie?" Marcy asks, leaning forward to get a better look.

"Why, breakfast for two of course" I reply, smiling. 

"You...made me breakfast?" She asks, almost in disbelief, a small blush spreading across her face. 

I nod and Marcy quickly pulls me forward and throws her arms around my neck. She squeezes me so hard I think I might pass out from lack of breath.

"You are too perfect for me, Finn" Marceline whispers in my ear, nibbling it a little before resting her head on my left shoulder.

"Oh, Marcy" I muse, kissing her bite marks, "I will always say the same about you."