Ice King has found a way to bring his beloved Fionna to him, but at the cost of ripping her away from her friends in Aaa. Now Cake and Marshall Lee must find a way to cross the barrier of infinite possibilities to rescue their beloved heroine, but nothing is ever that straight forward, is it? Genderbent Universe Crossover. FioLee. FinnFlame. Adventure. Friendship.

In a world run by the Mafia, Fionna, an orphan girl barely living off of the streets, finds herself sucked into a conspiracy plan to kill the dictator known as the Godfather.

When Marshall Lee's title as Vampire King is threatened, Fionna finds herself thrown into a world of intricate plots and vampire politics. Fionna knows nothing about vampires except that they're rarely good. But Marshall Lee is… right?

Stories on the relationship between Marshall Lee and Fionna.

Everyone warned her, everyone told her that the Vampire King was no good. He's one thousand years old and he's done nothing but cause trouble. He's troublesome, he's dangerous, he's bad. The most common word used to describe him, however, was mean. Fionna wants to find out how mean. But when she shows up alone in his cave, will danger follow? FioLee, high-T, oneshot, complete. R&R

Fi has a new word she doesn't understand stuck in her head and with it comes new feelings!

She tried to jump away from the cold, sticky ice cream being pressed to her neck, yelping in surprise but Marshall's arm held her firmly in place as the bowl of ice cream fell to the floor.

The wind and Marceline have a long, complicated history; what used to be love for any and all of its gusts has been forever tainted by the memories of falling bombs. On a cold night, as the wind crashes into her body again and again, someone she has known for much less time offers a shoulder to lean on.

AU: In which Garry's a painting from the start, Mary is just a little bit crazy, and Ib discovers that lies come wrapped in the prettiest paper. 'She looked into the man's eyes, and realized with horror there was nothing reflected back. He, in a sense, wasn't alive.' Eventual GarryxIb.

Fionna has decided she's ugly, and Cake can't do anything to convince her otherwise - so it's up to the totally sexy and way cool Marshall Lee to show her how beautiful she is. Fiolee oneshot! Rated for sexual themes and junk.

Why couldn't he have just told the girl that he had no clue where her dorm was? Something in him had found the girl alluring and he wanted to help her. But now, here they were, stuck in the Rec Center with a psychopath who left bodies in old auditoriums and puzzling clues to their escape, and he could only hope they got out alive. (College AU, Garry x Ib)

Garry is a college student in central London, living in his flat-turned-art-studio with a girlfriend he doesn't love and balancing his classes with work shifts at a café. But as he bonds with a certain customer over macaroons and art, he finds in her the someone that he's been missing all along – even though she's only thirteen. AU. Companion to Tokyo-Milk's "Qui Vivra Verra."

After hooking up with Marceline and moving into her place, Finn has a lot of quiet moments with Marceline; trying to learn to play the guitar, he decides to ask Marceline if humans are, as he suspects, the very best vampire food. Awkwardness, fluff, and awkward fluff ensues; as expected, a Finnceline fic.

Ib, a thirteen-year-old girl living in central London, has spent the last year visiting a particular café- the one with the beautiful garnet awning and the heavy glass door. There's a man working there who's caught her eye. What continues to draw her back to him? A relationship filled with twists and turns begins to form, the two learning from each other and growing together. AU.

"I've been tracking you," he said in a low, deep voice. "Did you really think you could walk through my forest without me knowing?" FionnaxMarshall Lee, dark Marshall. Rated M. R&R! Now a two-shot.

Marshall Lee almost wishes he could succumb to madness at this point. Fionna and Prince Gumball rarely ever let him do as he pleased.

During times of sickness, blanket forts were a necessity.