AN: In a review someone asked me why Marshall slept without a shirt, and the reason I did that was because I wrote this I was looking at fan art and someone drew him sleeping without his shirt off, so I guess that image kind of popped in my head when I was writing that. And it just kind of seems to fit his character (or at least to me it does). Anyways, in the next chapter is when things will start getting kind of romantic/dramatic/cutesy. I hope you guys like this chapter, and thank you for reading/reviewing/favoriting/following!
Fionna woke up before Marshall Lee the next morning. She sat up in the bed, pushing her bangs out of her face. Marshall laid next to her, shirtless, his face half buried in a pillow as he snored. She pressed her thumbs to her temples, trying to cure the violent pounding in her head. She groaned, pulled herself out of bed, and walked downstairs. She looked at the huge mess that the Vampires had left when they had been forced to leave, and just like that, the entire night came flooding back to her. Chase, Marshall, crying, sobbing, the kiss.
Fionna let out a frustrated sigh, and then walked back upstairs. She walked around to Marshall's side of the bed and punched him in the back. "Wake up."
He groaned and rolled over, pulling the blankets over his head.
"Marshall, get up!" Fionna said, shoving him. He rolled over to the other side of the bed and groaned. She rolled her eyes and pushed him again. He rolled off the bed, a big pile of blankets and pillows and Vampire-ness. He hissed as she stood in front of him. "Good morning, Marshy." She smiled, which earned a frown and the mumbling of curses.
"Why are you still here? Shouldn't you have left with the rest of the Vampi-" And just like that, the night came flooding back to him. "Oh."
She shrugged it off, shoving her hands into the pocket of her hoodie. "It's whatever."
"He almost –"
"It's whatever, Marshall. No one has to know that it happened, right?" She poked him with the toe of her shoe. "Right?"
He sighed, nodded, and sat up. he ran a hand through his messy hair and chuckled. "We can just forget it ever happened. We can forget the entire night. Except for that kiss." He winked at her and she groaned, reaching over to shove him.
"Shut up!" She blushed, glaring at him. She picked up his shirt from the side of the bed and handed it to him. "Here."
"Thanks," He said, pulling the shirt over his head. "But I'm not done talking about that kiss."
"Just let it go, Marshall."
"No way!"
"Why not?!"
"You were so different from the normal, tough Fionna. You were all helpless and sad and weak. It was so cute." He laughed, standing up. He flicked her in the temple, and she tried to slap him, but he was too quick. He floated away from her and hissed, and she rolled her eyes. "I think it was a good kiss."
"Don't make a big deal out of it. It's not like you're the only one I ever kissed."
"Oooh, has good little Fionna been smooching all of the Prince's in Aaa?"
"What? No way!" She crossed her arms, walking downstairs. He floated after her, blocking the doorway to the kitchen when she tried to get in. He landed on his feet and placed both hands on the doorway, completely blocking the entrance. "Marshall!"
"Tell me who else you've kissed."
"Why does it even matter? It's my love life, not yours." He frowned at her as she said this and moved to the side, letting her into the kitchen. She walked over to the phone and picked it up off the receiver. "Mind if I call Cake and let her know I'm alright?" Fionna asked, and Marshall only shrugged. She sighed and dialed the number, which Cake picked up immediately. After several minutes of arguing, reassuring, and explaining (with Fionna leaving out most of the details; only saying she had gone to Marshall's to hang out, which wasn't a complete lie), Fionna was finally able to hang up.
"Was she mad?" Marshall asked, halfway through the red of an apple. Fionna rolled her eyes and grabbed an apple from a bowl on the counter, biting into it.
"Obviously."
"You didn't tell her everything, did you?" He asked, floating a bit closer to her. He stole the remains of her apple and sucked the rest of the red out of it, before tossing both of their finished apples in the trash.
"Of course not!" Fionna laughed, amused by the thought of telling Cake about the previous night's events. Cake probably would have cried, or screamed, or killed both Chase and Marshall Lee. Marshall nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Fionna beat him to the door and pulled it open, only to find Prince Gumball standing there. "Hey, Gumball! How are you?" She asked, leaning forward to give him a hug, nearly knocking over the tray of cupcakes he was holding.
"I'm great, thank you for asking. Hello, Marshall Lee. I brought you some cupcakes, as a sort of truce type thing to make up for that one time when you decided to throw apples at my window. I don't know why I'm apologizing to you, but I guess it's called being the bigger perso-" Marshall had picked up his bass and begun playing it, trying to tune out everything PG had been trying to say.
"That's really nice, PG!" Fionna yelled over the sound of the bass as Marshall continued to turn it up higher, causing the house to practically shake. Fionna sighed angrily and turned around, punching Marshall Lee hard in the leg. He immediately stopped playing, and he glared down at her.
"What?" He hissed, his eyes angry and cold. She glared at him and turned around, taking the cupcakes from Gumball. After saying goodbye, Fionna kicked the door closed and turned around to Marshall.
"Why do you have to be such a jerk?" She asked him, setting down the tray on the table in front of the couch. "Couldn't you have at least said hi or something? He brought you cupcakes! Delicious cupcakes!" She pointed to the pink, large mini-cakes sitting on the table. He only scoffed, tossing his bass on the couch and turning upside down.
"I don't like him, Fionna. I don't want his stupid truce cupcakes."
"He's our friend!"
"Correction: he's your friend." Fionna punched him in the leg again, and he reached over and pulled her hat right off of her head, releasing all of her hair. He pulled the hat over his head. "Oh look, I'm Fionna and I'm a human. I secretly have a crush on Prince Gumball even though I blush when Marshall Lee talks to me because I'm indecisive." He mocked her, tugging the hat off of her head and throwing it across the room, hitting the door. "Get real, Fionna!"
Fionna growled, picking up his bass and pretending to play it. "I'm Marshall Lee the Vampire King. I don't give a crap about what anyone says, and I just like to constantly hurt people because I think it's funny! I flirt with anything that breathes and like to tease Fionna all day, even though she hardly deserves it!" Fionna dropped the bass, letting it hit the ground with a thud.
Marshall Lee hissed, pushing her to the ground. He pinned her to the ground by her neck with his forearm, and he bared his fangs at her. "No one mocks the son of a demon."
She clawed at his arm, barely able to breathe under the weight of his arm. "M-Marshall! Stop!" She coughed, gasping for air when he pulled his arm away. Her eyes filled with tears as she rubbed at her neck. "I'm… I'm out of here." She mumbled, standing up and coughing again before grabbing her hat and pulling the door open, running out. Marshall slammed the door behind her before falling against it, sliding down. He buried his face in his hands and sighed.