After the Ball is on a short hiatus. I'm sorry, there's just too many ways to go with it, I just can't decide which one is right. To make up for it, I will be updating this new story every Monday.
Also: I need help! I can't find a fanfic I love. So, it's a contest. Whoever can find it and tge name of the author (even if its your own fic)can choose their reward of either:
1.) A bromance, not romance, of Marshall and Gumball.
2.) A Fiolee fic.
3.) A Wreck It Ralph knockoff, with adventure time characters.
The fic starts off with Marshall sitting on a bus, listening to dark blue beats, when Fionna sits next to him. He finds out she was bullied, her mom is a teacher at their school, Gumball is a bully and gets suspended for telling Marshall to kill himself. Thats really all I know. So, help, and goodluck!
Summary: Marshall Lee has dealt with a lot of emotional pain. Losing Simone, his french fries, Hamba, and much more. There is only one thing that can completely ruin his life. When that thing Happens, how will hé cope? How can his friends help him get out of his major funk when they can barely get through their own? The fact that Marshall doesn't like opening up to people doesn't help either. And just how far will Marshall Lee go to regain his sanity? Horrible summary, but (hopefully!) Good story. Rated T for violence. NO CURSING WHATSOEVER!
Over the Edge
Ch.1 'Learning.'
Marshall's P.O.V.
I plugged in the amps, and looked at Fionna, frowning a little. I opened my mouth to ask her something, but suddenly I was yawning instead of speaking. Fionna laughed, and I blushed a little.
"Tired, Marshy?" She teased.
"Well, yeah." I said, "I was up all night last night. I was working on music, and then Swhabelle got into a fight eith an ogre-I don't even know how THAT happened-and then it took forever to clean up the mess the ogre made, and then yiu knocked on my door." I explained. I felt like I could pass out any minute from sheer exauhstion.
"What gave you this idea, anyway?" I asked, slightly confused. She was making a will-With my help, and a song.
"Well, I'm always adventuring, and that troll king was a close call. I had to run away." She scowled, probably at the memory of running from a fight. "So I figured, ya know, that I should do this, in case next time, it's...Too close." She grinned up at me, her serious mood gone as quickly as it had came. "Besides, I will never turn down an excuse to jam!"
I laughed at her craziness.
"But why are we doing 2?" I asked, frowning at the tangled wires of my amp.
"One for if I'm young, and one for if I'm old." She said as if it were obvious.
"Oh."
We worked in silence for a few minutes after that; Untangling cords, gathering lyrics, setting up the dusty video camera, and pausing for a snack break. Soon, we were ready to start.
"With Marshall Lee Abadeer, King of Vampires, Prince and heir to the Night O'Sphere as my witness-"
"Sup." I cut in, waving at the camera. She playfully pushed me away before continuing.
"I hereby present my will and testament for if I die under the age of 20." I frowned.
"Hey, where did you learn all that jazz?" I questioned. She shrugged.
"Just Gumball. Now, shushy! Start with YOUR guitar jazz. "
I chuckled and began playing. After a moment or two, Fionna began singing.
(Song is 'If I Die Young' by the Band Perry. I do not own.)
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Glob make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my sister
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors
Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even gray, when she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
Eyes as blue as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the loving of a man
But it sure felt nice when Marsh was holding my hand
(At this point Marshall was blushing, glad he was off camera)
There's a boy here in Aaa, wish he'd love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing
Funny, when you're dead how people start listening
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them, oh
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys
And I'll wear my pearls
As she finished, I gave a small smile. 'I'll be wearing my pearls.' I had gotten her those pearls as a present. They were black; Simple and understated, yet beautiful, like Fionna. I shook my head as I thought those lovey dovey did Fionna mean whenever she said she liked me holding her hand?
My thoughts were inturrupted by something hard hitting me in the back of the head.
"Ow!" I exclaimed.
"Oh my Glob Marsh, I'm sorry, I thought you heard me tell you to catch!" I looked at Fionna's worried face. I bent over and picked up the can of cherry cola that was laying on the ground at my feet and laughed.
"No problem, Fi, it was an accident." I floated over to her, angling the front of my can at her face. Before she could do anything, I opened the can and soda spewed out.
"Ack! Gah, ugh, Marshall!" I laughed as she tried to punch me, missed, and then decided to rub soda out of her eyes instead. Feeling a pang of guilt, I flew into the kitchen and came back out, carrying a towel and new can of soda.
I handed her the towel, which she grudgingly accepted.
"Sorry Fi. You totes deserved it, though." She grumbled something that I couldn't make out.
Suddenly, it got really dark. Fionna gasped.
"Did the power go out?" She asked. I slowly shook my head.
"No. The T.V. is still on." I looked at her and, grabbing my umbrella, flew outside of the cave. The Ice Queen flew above my cave, her black clouds blocking out the sun. I looked as the blue splotch, which I was assuming was the Ice Queen, carried a pink splotch, which I was assuming was Prince Gayball himself, towards the Ice Kingdom. As she neared her kingdom, the clouds slowly uncovered the sun. Yet to have opened my umbrella, my skin began to tingle. I fumbled with the handle for a minute before opening it.
"FI!," I called into the cave, "Your favorite damsel in disteess needs rescuing again!" I could practically hear her sigh and trudge through the cave over to me. When she reached me, she stuck out her hands to me expectantly, like a young child would do to their father. I smirked and transformed into my giant bat form and slung Fionna onto my back, taking off toward the 2 splotches.
When we entered the castle, Fionna did a jump spin off of my back, weilding her sword.
"Ice Queen! What's your problem?" She yelled. I had casually floated in through the window, invisible.
"What's your problem?" IQ screeched. "You don't even like Gummy anymore! You said so last week! You said you like that wretched Vampire King! Larshall Mee or something!" She exclaimed, causing me to blush.
Fionna blushed furiously too, and then her face was immediatley relieved as she thought I wasn't in the room. I tapped her on the shoulder so that she would know I was there, and she groaned.
Fionna began lecturing the Ice Queen about how you can't just steal princes, which caused them to start bickering. I rolled my eyes. This is who Fionna spends an hour at a time fighting? I flew over to IQ, still invisible, and simply plucked the crown off her head, tossing it to Fi. Fionna put it on her own head, which freaked me out at first, but she only wore it long enough to freeze IQ.
She took it off and dropped it on the floor. She pulled a box of matches out of her pack, lighting one. She held it up to Gumball, slowly melting the ice he was trapped in.
"So...Fi..." I said, unsure how to ask what I wanted to know.
"I'm...Sorry." she said. "Sorry that the Ice Cougar told you that." She looked up at me hopefully. "You don't hate me, do you Larshall Mee?"
I laughed at her joke, lame as it was, and shook my head.
"Nope, not mad. Just surprised, and confused, and...A million of other things all at once. But anger isn't one of them." I grinned at her for extra reassurance. She gave a small smile in return, and went back to thawing Gumball.
"So...Was that even true?" I asked. She sighed, and for a second my heart dropped.
"Yeah...I think. Maybe." I smirked at her.
"Maybe?" She scowled for the second time that day, accompanied by a sigh.
"It's complicated. When I see Gumball, I get the same exact feeling I get when I see Cake. Like, a sibling love. When I see Flame Prince, I get this feeling I get when I see the Candy People, or LSP, ya know, just friendly love. But when I see you..."
Her voice trailed off and I decided not to pursue the topic any longer. Gumball's head was fully exposed in the 5-minute silence that followed her little speech. Fionna sighed and continued her speech from earlier.
"When I see you, though, Marsh, my heart goes all crazy, and I just want you to sit on the couch with me all day and play B-MO. I just feel so self concsious because I want you to like me, but I don't want to change myself, and I end up being such a clutz, and when you carry me, or just touch me, everywhere you touch feels warm and...like electricity."
She looked at the ground then, blushing, and I found myself repeating her actions as well. I noticed that she didn't ask me how I felt yet, which I was glad about. Was she going to ask me today? Tomorrow? Ever?
If she did ask me, what would my answer be? Yes? No? Maybe, but more complicated than hers? I knew the answer deep down. Yes, but with a lot of fear. I was scared of losing another person close to me. Yet I couldn't turn Fionna. I just couldn't do that to her. Having her watch all of her loved ones die, just so I could keep her forever. That was selfish.
I lay down, setteling my head on my umbrella. Watching Fi thaw PG was boring. I snuggled my head into the most comfortable position I could manage on the umbrella, then looked at Fionna from the corner of my eye. She was still blushing, and drawing random shapes in the snow. A circle. A square. A triangle. A star. A heart. A zigzagged line going through the heart. She erased that broken heart and all of her other shapes. I wanted to tell her how I felt. I wasn't fair that I knew how she felt but she didn't know how I did. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. Not fair. I yawned again.
Just so...Unfair...
Fionna's P.O.V.
I was lost in thought. I knew that I loved Marshall. So why did I say I think? So that he couldn't hold me against anything? How does he feel about me? I wanted to know. I just couldn't bring myself to do so. I wish I could've seen his face when the Ice Queen said that I liked him. I wish I could've seen his eyes. Marshall Lee is wonderful at hiding his emotions, but he always lets, even if it's just for a second, his true feelings show through his eyes. What emotions were peeking out through his eyes then? Amusment, as usual? Shock? Anger? Or...Hope? Was he hopeful? Hopeful that something between us could happen?
I was surprised that he hadn't figured out my true intentions for making the will. I didn't want to tell him about the croak dream I had. I didn't know how he would handle it.
I was brought out of my stupor by Marshall's voice. I looked over at him and giggled. He was asleep, on the ground, using his closed umbrella as a pillow. The pillow looked uncomfortable, and he was frowning. He kept moving his head, trying to find a confortable place for his head. I cautiously scooted closer to him, and set his head in my lap, but gently, because I didn't want to wake him up. He suddenly looked alot more comfortable. I brushed a lock of his raven black bangs out of his face. He was cute when he slept. He shifted his head a little, still mumbling. I smiled. He talked in his sleep too? That was cute. My cute vampire. Mine. I reveled in the thought for a moment, but a voice brought me back to Aaa.
"Fionna, he's talking in his sleep!" My eyes went quickly to Gumball. The ice had melted down to just below the hips. Not much left to thaw out.
"Why does it matter?" I asked unhappily. "All I want is to know how he feels."
"Fionna, if my studies are correct, most of what people say in their sleep is how they actually feel, true incidents, etc. If you listen to what he's saying in his sleep, you can learn a lot about him."
I frowned and leaned my ear closer to his face, trying to make out what he was saying.
"Unfair...It's not fair...I know...She doesn't...know..." I blushed, not sure if I should continue listening to him. It felt like I was crossing a line, like the Marshall equivalent of reading a diary. But my curiosity got the best of me, so I bent down to listen again.
"Lose her...Can't lose her...too much...can't turn her...scared to lose her...my bunny...I love my bunny...can't lose..too much pain..." He became silent after that.
I sat back up, my face flushed. He loved me. He loved me back. So many thoughts were going through my head and I couldn't help that goofy grin from coming on my face.
Gumball was holding the match, thawing himself out. He was watching my expression, goofy grin and all.
"You're going to have to tell him at some point, Fionna." My head snapped back towards Gumball's voice.
"Tell him what? He already knows how I feel." I said. Gumball sighed.
"Yes, but as far as he knows, you have no idea how he feels." I froze. Oh, Glob, I didn't think of that! How am I supposed to tell him that I was litsening to his sleep talk?
"Fionna!" Gumball's whisper was barely audible, and when I looked at him, he was pointing at Marshall.
Marshall's face was contorted into a mask of emotional pain. My breath caught in my throat as I realized something.
"Gumball!" I hissed, "Marshall's having a nightmare!" Gumball frowned, and I looked back at Marshall. He was muttering again, and I knew I was going to have to wake him up soon. I had no idea how Marshall would be. If he was all upset, I knew he wouldn't want Gumball to see.
"Go get a cup of water from the kitchen! And something red! No, I don't know where the kitchen is! Just explore!" I was quietly screaming at Gumball, and he rushed out of the room, having completley thawed himself.
I wanted to be prepared on what to comfort him about, so I bent over again to listen.
"No...Fionna...come back...where did you go...Fionna! No! You can't be...no...FIONNA!" His voice had risen to a shout. I pulled him up into a sitting position and shook his shoulders.
"Marshall! Wake up, I'm here, Marshall!" My voice was beggining to sound desperate. "Marshall, I'm here, I'm not dead, Marshall, wake up!"
His eyes shot open, and they had a desperate, frenzied look.
"Fionna!" He exclaimed, relief flooding his voice. He sounded like he just wanted to bawl, to let it out. I pullEd him into a tight embrace, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
"Fionna..." He said, hugging me tightly. We held each other there, both crying into the crook of the other's neck, just comforting each other.
"Fi...Fionna, I thought...the dream, you...I was so scared, I didn't know what to do, I just...Fionna..." I let him blabber, comforting him, hugging him, all while I was crying, too. I was crying from relief, relieif that he loved me, relief that I woke him up, relief that he was trusting me enough to cry infront of me, just...relief.
Marshall pulled away from me, blushing. He wiped the last of his tears away, and smiled at me sheepishly.
"Fionna, I'm sorry, I don't really understand what happened, I was just...so scared, and I was so relieved that it wasn't real." I smiled at him.
"No, Marshy, it'a fine. It's really sweet, actually. Thanks for...ya know, trusting me."
Gumball then rushed back into the cell room, carrying a glass made of ice full of water, and a few apples. He ran to us, handing Marshall the glass and dropping some of the apples in my lap, one of which he grabbed and took a huge bite out of.
"Thanks." Marshall's hoarse voice said.
"No problem." Gumball said. Marshall took a couple of huge gulps from the glass. After that...well, we just sat around, eating our apples, Gumball and I doing our best to keep Marshall's mind off of the nightmare. We talked, we laughed, we just...hung out. Like we used to.
I had considered it a good day, aside from Marshall's nightmare, IQ's big mouth, and my secretely listening to Marshall talking in his sleep.
So, yeah, a good day. Gumball and Marshall learned something new about my feelings, and, even though he doesn't know it yet, I learned something new about Marshall's feelings. It was a day full of learning, and it was good.