(A/N: I saw bad little boy and I couldn't resist. I'm so so sorry. Also, This is my first AT fan fic, so I'm sorry if things are a little OOC.)
"Hyah!" Fionna cried. Her throwing axe flew across the room and split the apple on BMO's head cleanly in two. BMO flashed a thumbs up. The rain poured outside the treehouse in dizzying torrents.
"Ooh, nice throw!" Cake cried with a sassy sway of her hips.
"Thanks," Fionna replied. catching her breath. She grinned down at her cat sister and continued, "I gotta do something around here. It gets so boring after a while."
"What do you mean? Prince Gumball's mission to go deliver daisy chains to the fluffy people wasn't enough for you?"
Fionna rolled her eyes and groaned at Cake's suggestive eyebrow-waggle and found her self preparing to throw another axe. "I just...ugh...sometimes Gumball's missions can be so...lame."
She let the throwing axe fly across the room, trying to get it to collide with the door frame this time when—
"Hello, everybody—aHH!" Gumball cried as he stepped through the door, his hands full with a small mountain of suspicious pastries.
"Oh my glob, Gumball!" Fionna cried, frozen in place with shock.
A large split in the candy prince's pink hair suddenly appeared and Gumball said, seeming much too calm for someone who had nearly been beheaded, "Woah, looks like you almost skronked up my dome-piece!" And then, he licked his thumb and smoothed his hair back into place.
"You certainly seem used to getting your hair sliced by throwing axes, your majesty," Fionna said teasingly, a hand on her hip.
Gumball laughed politely, not understanding her sarcasm. "Anyway, Fionna, have I got a treat for you. The Fluffy People and I baked these in appreciation of the mission you completed. They're cream puffs. Try one." He waggled the plate in front of her and Fionna's brow scrunched in confusion. She didn't like sweets. She liked meats and cheeseburgers.
"Uh, I'd love to, but maybe later," She said politely, a kind smile on her face.
Suddenly, there was a rustling noise. Fionna felt her body tense in preparation for any battle to come. "What was that?" She whispered, her whole being ready to spring into action. Suddenly, as dark shadow wooshed behind her and she gasped as it snatched the cream puffs from Gumball's hands and disappeared out the window again.
"Doh...Aww," Gumball said, noticing his now empty plate. Fionna rolled her eyes as the candy prince stared helplessly at his plate. She heard a evil chuckle echo from somewhere in the house, followed by a rustling noise, and then she knew who was up there. She almost smiled, but held herself back.
"Something's on the roof!" She said bravely, turning to Cake. "C'mon!"
"I'm not going out there," the cat said, folding her arms in a show of stubbornness. "It's wet."
She turned to Gumball this time. "Ehh, it is wet," He said reluctantly, looking out the window at the pouring rain.
She growled her frustration out. "C'MON!" She shouted.
"Okay, okay!" Gumball replied. "But I'm bringing a parasol."
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A few minuted later, she was climbing up the ladder on the side of the tree house, Gumball's delicate, princely hands clinging to her shoulders. At least he was considerate enough to hold the dainty, pink parasol over the lot of them, Cake hiding safely under her hat.
They crested the top of the ladder and were immediately met with the floating, guitar-strumming, dripping wet image of Marshall Lee.
"Oh, it's just him," Gumball said blankly, eyes narrowed.
"Oh, hey, Fionna," Marshall lee drawled, his voice as deep and soothing as the notes he strummed on his bass.
"Marshie!" Fionna said happily. She knew he hated that nickname. All the more reason to use it.
Gumball cleared his throat and Marshall swooned exaggeratedly. "Oh, forgive me. Hello, your majesty!" He made a mockingly extravagant bow before smirking and sucking the pink color out of one of the stolen pastries.
"Fionna," Gumball said, looking away from the annoying, yet devastatingly attractive vampire king. "Take me back inside."
Fionna was about to tell him off for ordering her around when suddenly, Marshall scoffed and said, "Whhaaa? Is he kidding?" he finished his point by chucking the now-gray-colored cream puff at Gumball's head. Honestly, he was a little jealous of PG. Fionna always paid attention to him more than Marshall. But who was he kidding? He wasn't Prince Charming.
The puff splattered against Gumball's face and he spluttered indignantly. "Oh, honestly!" He seethed. "I'm heading in," he pouted in Fionna's direction. "Come join me when you want more...polite...company." And with that, he climbed down from the girl and made his way down the ladder.
"Be careful," Fionna called down to him. There was a pause and then a yelp. "You got it!" Fionna giggled. Honestly, Gumball was such a handful sometimes.
She kept giggling even as she climbed all the way on top of the tree house.
"What a wad," Marshall sighed, plucking absentmindedly at the red axe-bass in his hand.
"A...Gumwad?" Fionna suggested, blushing a little. The rain was lightening up now, but they were both significantly drenched.
"Fionna!" Cake gasped from under Fionna's hat.
Marshall laughed loudly and once again, Fionna's eyes were drawn to the water droplets on his green skin. "Let's ditch him!" He said, strumming a merry tune on his bass.
Fionna faltered and looked worriedly towards the light coming out of one of her windows. And this time, it was her turn not to notice Marshall's eyes looked at the way the rain water soaked her blue shirt and skirt. He glanced over her breasts slowly, drinking in the way the drenched fabric clung to all the right places. He'd always liked her. She was a cool girl. She was funny, tough and talented, and he had always, always liked her. But for Marshall, conveying his feelings was so hard. Especially when things like the way her waist flared out into her hips made the back of his throat dry and suddenly, the image of him clutching at her hips and thighs slammed into him so hard, he missed a note on his bass. She didn't notice, however, so he continued. "Lumpy Space Prince is throwing a party in the woods. It's gonna be freaky nasty." He smirked as he shifted into a giant bat, his unruly black hair still sticking out at odd angles.
"Ummm, I'm not sure..." She said, shuffling nervously.
Marshall decided that the only way he would be able to ignore the way her breasts heaved and strained against the fabric of her very wet shirt was if they left. At that very moment. "I know you're only gonna say yes to me, so let's just go," He drawled, holding out a clawed hand. She smiled at him then and Marshall felt his dead heart constrict. He hid his reaction from her by pulling them away into the darkness. She squealed happily and Marshall was overcome by the thought of her making a different kind of squeal while he ravished her pale neck with his sharp teeth. This was going to be a long night.
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When they arrived, the party was already in full swing. LSP was known for his outrageous parties and this one certainly met those high standards. Tree trunks was playing finger—or trunk—fillet and Muscle Prince and Gummy Worm Guy were headbanging under neath the strobe lights. Fionna let out a giggle and nudged Marshall in the ribs, drawing his attention to LSP and Cinnamon Bun grinding in front of everyone.
"What, you wanna try that?" Marshall murmured in her ear. Fionna blushed furiously and he felt that he wanted nothing more than to suck that delicious shade of red from her cheeks. He chuckled and looped his arm around her waist. He ignored her squawk of indignation and said, "Welp, anyway, this looks fun. C'mon." And with that, he pulled her to the stage.
"GUYS! MARSHALL LEE IS GONNA PLAY A SONG YOU GUYS!" LSP bellowed from somewhere on the dance floor. The resulting reaction was fascinating and Fionna couldn't help but feel nervous for him. Then, he pulled her on stage with him.
"Follow my lead," He murmured, playing a light melody on his axe-bass.
She nodded, a small smile on her lips and he started twisting his body and pausing, waiting for her to catch up. Marshall lead her through a few dance moves and he felt a flash of heat through his gut every time her body bent to match his. Those thigh high socks would be the death of him. He didn't know how she did it, but somehow, those boring blue shirt and miniskirt of hers were making his pupils dilate and his breath come short.
He wiggled his butt a little in her direction and she blushed furiously. "Hey!" She shouted, pushing him out of the way. He would never know how much she appreciated that, Fionna thought sternly. nevereverever.
He laughed and took the opportunity to begin singing. Fionna and cake joined in with soothing vocalizations as Marshall took everyones breath away, something that he did very well.
Good little girl
always picking a fight with me
you know that I'm bad
but you're spending the night with me
what do you want from my world?
you're a good little girl
At that moment, Cake morphed into a sort of Fionna shape, pulling the girl's cap off her head. As a result, Fionna's long blonde hair tumbled down her back in arcs of gold and suddenly, Marshall's fingers felt numb, as if they had suddenly been carved from stone. It took all of his concentration to rip his eyes away from the mesmerizing sway of her hips, but then she had to ruin everything and start singing. All he could do was dance with the now Fionna-shaped cat and concentrate on furry hips that were definitely not anything like soft, supple, human hips.
Bad little boy
that's what you're acting like
I really don't buy
that you're that kind of guy
and if you are
why do you want to hang out with me?
Marshall felt his chest constrict again and it confused him so much that he found himself snarling at Cake's exposed neck as he held her in a dip. Cake didn't notice, but Fionna certainly did. She gasped loudly and dashed over to swat his hands away, but he swooped out of her reach before she could hit him. He cackled evilly as he swooped into the night sky. He began a sort of rap, then, and Fionna smiled at this new direction.
Don't you know I'm a villain
every night I'm out killin'
sendin' everyone runnin' like children
I know why you're mad at me
I've got demon eyes
and they're looking right through your anatomy
into your deepest fears, baby I'm not from here
I'm from the nightsphere
To me, you're clear
transparent
You've got a thing for me girl
It's apparent.
Immediately after Marshall had floated back to the ground, Cake burst into song behind him and he found himself beside Fionna. She bumped her hip against his and once again, all Marshall could think about was soft, human flesh and rosy cheeks and hot gasps into the night.
"You're not so bad, you know," She stated simply, blue eyes looking at him. She seemed very firm and determined when she said this and it made Marshall hope desperately that she was right.
But he had a reputation to uphold and so he chuckled back in reply, "Not so bad? I'm the son of a demon. And the Vampire King. It's not something I have to try at. You, on the other hand..." And then the vampire was suddenly struck by thoughts of Fionna being very very bad. Just for him.
"I'm not trying to be bad," She said, pulling him from dark places that should never involve him, his bunny, and light bondage, preferably with him tied to a bedpost. "I'm hanging out with you 'cause you're my friend!"
The last words set a twinge through his gut, and he found himself doing something he regretted. He pulled out another cream puff. "What, like him?" He asked. She couldn't detect the sincerity in his words, though perhaps only because he blew a cloud of powdered sugar into her face.
"No!" She cried, batting the powder from her face. "Different!"
If anything, it fueled his insecurities and he soon found himself facing Fionna's rather-nice behind after a well placed kick of his foot and a nasty fall on Fionna's part. Her foot shot out in retaliation and he found himself on his back, floating in mid air.
"Oh, no," He cackled mockingly. Fionna chased after him, delivering a jab to his gut. It was actually quite painful and so, he shot his own foot out and it collided with the side of Fionna's...something...he couldn't tell what.
This was bad. He was feeling something primal seep up into his gut and it was awakening instincts that he never knew he had. He regained his footing and spotted Fionna lying on her back, arms and legs sprawled around her as she moaned in pain. Marshall's eyes flashed red. He could see up her skirt—could see the place where creamy flesh disappeared underneath a pair of plain white panties. A growl crawled it's way up his throat and he stalked forward, red sneakers dragging slowly on the wood of the stage as he made his way toward the blonde girl on the ground. He could smell her, the scent of sweat and strawberries and he licked his lips. He wanted. He needed. He could already taste her under the slide of his forked tongue.
"Hey, break it up, you two!" Cake crowled, stepping between him and Fionna.
"Outta my way, Kitty," Marshall growled, his eyes still trained on the girl's prone form. He felt a rush of heat flow down his spine before settling between his legs at the sight of her breasts heaving as she sat up. The sight of her, legs spread, sent him reeling and he slapped Cake out of the way in an attempt to get to the object of his desires.
Fionna gasped and went running into the bushes after her fallen cat.
"Hey, where ya goin'?! C'mon, that was funny!" Marshall called after her. He caught up with them as Fionna and Cake were walking away, an angry set to the sway of the girl's hips. Marshall fought the urge to reach out and squeeze the tight flesh of her ass in favor of saying, "Wait, you're missing the party! Fionna, lighten up!"
"Look, I don't care if you're being a jerk to me," Fionna said stonily. "But nobody messes with Cake."
The surge of jealousy nearly knocked him out of the air and Marshall found himself doing something stupid again. "Oh, really? What if I just take her right now?" And with that, he snatched Cake out of Fionna's arms.
"What?!" Fionna shouted as Marshall flew high into the air. Cake yowled and squirmed with fear.
"Unexpected!" Marshall cackled down at her.
"MARSHALL!" Fionna roared at him, fists clenched in anger as he flew away and landed atop an abandoned mausoleum. He cackled loudly. "Cake!" She cried, catching up to them.
"You want your Cake so bad?" Marshall seethed, driven by some trivial mortal jealousy he never thought would affect him like this. He felt so human. He could tell he was causing pain. He felt terrible. But there was no going back. "Then come. and. Get her!" Marshall raised a hand into the sky and lightning crackled in the stormy sky.
woeful moans and groans permeated the air and Fionna felt the ground rumble beneath her. skeleton hands exploded from the dirt and slowly, undead warriors rose from their graves.
One started beatboxing and once again, Marshall broke out into rap.
did you think I was lying?
I said I'm evil without even trying
already dead, so I'm not scared of dying
Drinking the red from your heart in one sitting
You think you've got me pegged, you must be kidding
I raise the dead up and they do my bidding.
Girl, I'm a thousand years old, I'm a riddle
Bad little boy
Yes I'm bad, but not little
He held cake up in the air and she says, "Nuh-uh, boy, watchu thinking." She expanded and blew up like a balloon and Marshall cackled maniacally even as he held her in his arms. He changed into a giant bat to keep his hold on her and Cake yowled in panic when she saw there's no escape.
Meanwhile, Fionna was lopping off the heads of every undead warrior in her path. She sprinted up to the foot of the mausoleum and Cake shouts, "Fionna!"
"Cake!"
"Grab onto mah little paws!"
Fionna does so and, with a tremendous display of strength, pulls Cake from Marshall's grip.
Suddenly, an earsplitting shriek shattered the night air and then, Marshall was writhing ontop of the mausoleum, a spear from one of the undead warriors protruding from his chest, surrounded by a dark stain in his shirt.
"Marshall?" Fionna called as shrieks go quiet. She and Cake climbed onto the stone monument beside him as he moaned and gasps out.
"Oh, this is bad, guys. This is really bad," He gasped.
"Marshall!" She whispered, small fingers dancing over his wound. The sun is rising, so Cake stretched to block any rays of light from touching the fallen vampire.
"C'mon! You gotta be okay!" Fionna said, eyebrows tilted in worry.
Marshall chuckled weakly. "I...I think this is it for me, Fionna." There is a pause. "So, why don't you just admit it? You're in love with me."
Fionna gasped and even in this tense moment, Marshall thinks of her gasping loud in his ears as their hips meld together.
"I..." She started and Marshall cracked an eye to look at her. "I get that you flirt with me all the time and it's funny and what ever, but you're doing that now?!" What are you trying to do to my head?!" Marshall stared wide eyed at her as she continued, tears in her eyes. "You think I've got some little crush on you?! Well, for however long we've got left...For once, drop it, you FREAK!"
He couldn't take it anymore. He sat up abruptly and Fionna falls back in shock. "Faking it, faking it!" He cried. "Okay, my shirt is, like, filled with cream puffs!"
"Oh, goodness!" Cake breathed.
"Glob, Fionna," Marshall murmured. "You're like the realest person I've ever met."
He never expected it, but he should have, because in the next moment, Fionna's fist has collided with the side of his face.
"OW! MY CHEEK MEAT!" He shouts, hand clutching his bruised cheek. Fionna is still sobbing as she chases after him, fists raised. "Q-quit, clowning, Fionna. Fionna? FIONNA!" He shrieks as Fionna deals a few more blows.
"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING WITH MY HEART JUNKS, YOU POOP HEAD!"
(A/N: The next chapter should be up soon, this'll only be a two-shot so hurrah, there'll totes be major smut in the next one. Hope you read it!)