Summary: Foilee story - Set shortly after the "Bad little Boy" episode. Fionna can't say what she's feeling. Ever since Marshall's little prank everything gets her spooked. She has never felt so afraid of anything, her dreams are plagued of nightmares, her fighting is less accurate and all the more vicious.
How does she say she's scared. Why did she have to cry, she's never cried like that before. She was nauseous and scared and sick. He's on her mind.
He's always on her mind now.
So general warning, lemons later on most likely, if you don't like it, don't waste your time reading it. Most likely only going to be under 10 chapters, hopefully I can get it finished before mid April.
Lots of love and R&R.
Fionna laid in her head on her pillow. She was sweating, burning under all her covers, but she felt as cold as ice. She had that dream again.
She was back in the graveyard, skeletons advancing all around her, Marshall Lee holding Cake tightly in his arms as he came up with a clever lyrical rhyme, telling her how he was evil. She shrugged it off and started kicking skeleton butt, but she didn't think Marshall knew he was taking it too far.
Fionna looked over at Cake sleeping restfully. She sighed. She had never been so pissed at Marshall as she had been that night. He had taken things to far, but that wasn't unusual for him. She just wished he hadn't scared her so badly. It tormented her a little when she thought of him that night.
For a guy over 1000 years old Marshall sure hadn't learned when to cut it out. She darted around jumping off headstones, grabbing Cakes arms and pulling hard. She didn't see it in time, she fell back with Cake when Marshall suddenly let go, but she heard a sickening crunch and squishing sound. She looked up, feeling her heart stop beating.
Marshall morphed back, and she yelled "Marshall!" up to him, panicking as she saw the spear in him. He didn't respond, other than moaning, a sound she never though she would hear come from the usually in control vampire. It sounded odd to her ears, like...
Thinking about made her blush lightly, she knew what she thought his moaning sounded like, and had it not been for his apparent demise, she would have kept blushing well on from that day, probably into next month.
The giant spear stuck straight out of Marshall's body. She leapt to her feet, Cake right at her heels, and she approached Marshall's side.
She sat up in bed, shaking off the dream. There was nothing to be scared of. Marshall was fine, just pulling stupid pranks, and she couldn't allow the weird feeling of fear and..well, whatever the blushing was to continue.
She pulling on her shoes, and grabbed her blue hoodie from her closet. She didn't bother with changing out of her sleep pants or tank top, knowing that not matter where she went, that the heat from outside, and her bodies compensation for it, would keep her sweating and cold no matter what. She really hated being a human sometimes. Fionna stumbled down the ladder and into the kitchen, and she stared out the window. The moon was high in the sky, and the cloudless night let the bright light shine over the ground.
She glanced backwards, looking up to her room, she could faintly hear Cake sleeping quietly upstairs. Her dear sister. She slept calmly. She was not terrified of fright from Marshall Lee almost dying. She thought back again. She had cried that night by Marshall's side, as he once again teased her about liking him. Even in his "death" he was determined to have her admit it. But she had cried for third time in her life, over the body of one of her best bro's.
Not her bro.
Bro's don't think about kissing there bro's.
She blushed again and shook off this thought too. "I do NOT like Marshall Globbing Lee!" She looked back out the window, down past the grass swaying in the wind. Down to the tops of the trees, down to where she knew the pond was, where the stream flowed.
She wanted to be down there. She wanted to dip her feet in the cold water, to forget her fear of losing him, to forget the anger she had felt, and the passion. She needed to move past Marshall. He wasn't anything like Gumball, other than his flat rejection of her. She knew from the start after confessing to both of them (at different points in time) that neither were interested in her. Marshall just constantly gave her a bad time for it.
She grabbed a sticky note and wrote a short message to Cake, incase she woke before she got back, and stuck it to the ladder. She yanked her bunny hat straight, tucking the few escaping pieces of hair back up into it. She grabbed her sword, not bothering with her usual bag.
She opened to door quietly, and carefully shut it. The light breeze blew her bangs to the side. The fresh air made her feel better, like she normally did. Who needed a boy around to be with anyway, she would always have her adventures. That's just who she was, an adventuress. She tugged her hoodie over her body and walked slowly across the plains. It was so unusual for her. To walk slowly, for one, instead of running or riding on Cake, but alone, at midnight. The only normal thing was the sword tucked down the side of her pants, just in case.
She reached the pond after what seemed a forever of the slow paced walk, and she kicked off her shoes, dropped the sword to the ground and leaned it against a near by tree and rolled up her pants till they hit above her calfs. She sat down. Listening to the quiet. She had not clue the world could be so quiet, like it was forcing itself onto her ears, making her hear it. She glanced to her left, the sky was illuminated further off, and she knew it was from the candy kingdom.
She wondered how Prince Gumball was. She wondered if she had just stayed in with him that night, instead of falling for Marshall's bad boy act, if she now would feel no different towards him. Before she had liked both Prince G and Marshall. The Fire Prince and her had parted on good but slightly bitter terms, but they got along well enough.
Before, she had always gone to Prince G when she wanted someone level headed. Although boring at times, he was always rational, always down to earth. She went to Marshall when she was tired of PG's uptightness. When she wanted to be a wild child. To cause trouble.
In all honesty, she didn't ever want to cause too much trouble, or to hurt anyone, she just needed to let go. To let loose, so she didn't lose her mind, protecting everyone else all the time. Gumball treated her like a warrior, and she wondered if all humans were like this, like warriors.
Her feet swirled in the water and she fell flat on her back staring at the moon and stars. It truly was beautiful. She had never felt so alone as she did just then. She was Fionna the human. The last human ever. How odd.
The wind hummed through the trees, the rustling of the soft melodies made her sleepy. Her eyelids felt heavy, and her back was warm. Her eyes shut and heart beating slowed, her head rolling to the side, pointing to the right. Pointing the where Marshall lived.