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.

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.

Okay so the beginning chapters seem a little dark to me. The basic is Fionna got really scared because the guy she loves almost died. She's basically having a hard time sleeping, and had a major melt down. She's 100% fine.

Lots of love and R&R.

Marshall sat in his room, jamming on his axe bass. He strummed a few chords, humming the lyrics of good little girl. Fionna had been so upset with him, even he didn't know what to do. She had been so mad. She beat the crap out of him after he confessed that he was fine, to the point of threatening to hold him in the sunlight. Cake had managed to calm her down some, but all the way home she spat death threats at him, with a violence he had never heard.

But he had heard her voice shake. He could see her eyes glimmer with unusual brightness. He felt bad, but what could he say to her. How did he apologize for this one? Why should he, he though bitterly as Cake ran them home. Fionna could get over his stupid prank, he pulled them all the time. She had spent too much time with Prince Gumball he decided.

He laughed bitterly and swung the weapon around, driving it home in a chunk of wood in the wall. He smirked before his brows furrowed. He had never in his life heard Fionna sound the way she had. His eyes had been closed when he told her to admit she liked him, but inside he had been cackling, and he continued to pull his eyebrows up, like he was in pain.

His eyes burned beneath his lids, any second Fionna would admit it, and he would kiss her, for once sweeping her off of her feet. He had not expected her rational voice, but he kept his eyes closed, she was just reprimanding him, she would say it soon. It was only when her voice broke, and she started yelling did his eyes leap open. He had never felt so shocked, that she would yell he could feel her distress. And then he saw them. Tears. He had never seen her cry, sure, he knew the one time with Gumball she had left crying because he rejected her, but he had been too caught up mocking PG at the time to notice at the time.

He had seen them flowing down her face. Her face was very pale but very flushed. He didn't know what to do, but she was so beautiful. Thankfully she didn't see his face, his true emotions, but he sat up and yanked the spear out of his shirt and admitted the truth to her, begging her with his voice to stop crying. To say that everything was okay.

He grimaced and looked at the ceiling, thinking about the ride back again. It was one of the most uncomfortable trips of his life. Fionna had gotten quieter as they drew closer to his home, death threats becoming whispers under her breath. He jumped off Cake's back, and Cake turned to look at Fionna, to see if she was okay yet, but Fionna had curled up, brought her knees to her face, and her head was ducked down, hiding her emotions. Marshall turned and entered his cave, a short goodbye leaving his lips.

He supposed he should be grateful they had brought him home under the shade of Cake's tail, rather than leave him to fry in the sunlight.

Cake shot off again, running the little human home. He missed the tears still dripping down her face, he didn't heard her bitter sobs as she tried to control her self. He had walked into his room, changing into his pj's and floated above his bed. He didn't know that just over the rolling hills and passed the strawberry fields, that Fionna was howling in her room. That she pounded her fists against her bed, yelling obscenities into her blankets, and still crying, as Cake brought her tea, concerned for her sister.

Fionna shook and screamed and cried that day, seeing as they had spent all night out. All the fear and anger she had balled up inside came spilling out, and she felt it seemingly explode out of her. She was so mad at Marshall she could kill him, or kiss him. She wasn't sure.

Marshall yanked his bass out of the wall and strummed it again, staring at the ceiling, his deep black hollowed eyes staring at the ceiling, the red iris burning and glowing. He laid back, floating up in the air. He set is bass down and looked around, floating out his window. He floated up high in the sky, rolling to lay on his stomach. Gazing down towards Fionna's house, he thought for a second about going to see her before deciding that only a few weeks break wasn't enough, especially at her threat if he came to see her, she would lop off his head with her favorite sword without a thought. That and seeing at she would probably also take disfavor ably to his waking her up.

He was floating down by the pond, and had started to land before he heard it. A soft squeaking sound. A groan. His ears twithed up, curious. And then he heard a scream. Now Marshall Lee didn't normally go running to the screaming, but tonight he ran to it as fast as he could, faster than ever before. He knew that scream. It felt familiar, the high notes, the slight sobbing note. He could hear too many similarities, too many distressed notes.

Marshall flung through the bushes and saw her, his suspicions being correct after all. Fionna lay on the ground, her feet dangling in the water, her brow scrunched as she shook obviously asleep, a fine sheen of sweat over her body. Marshall rushed to her side, suddenly unknowing of how to calm her down.

"Fionna!" he yelled over at her, drowning out the sound of her screams, "Fionna wake up!" Fionna jerked and sat bolt upright, and looked at him, falling straight into his arms.

"Marshall!" She howled at him, sounding on the verge of tears.

He held her close to him, rubbing her back softly. "I got you Fi, I'm right here."

Fionna sobbed and sat straighter. She sniffled and pushed away from him, rubbing her eyes and saying softly, in a sudden and rather sad voice, "No you're not."

Marshal raised his eyes at her, "I'm not?"

"No. You never are." She laughed at this a little bitterly and shook her head, but sighing contentedly with his arms still around her. Marshall felt slightly offended at this remark.

"I'm here for you Fi," he said trying to look her in the eyes. He needed her to know this. Despite all the math things he pulled (hey, they were math, even if others didn't think so), he wanted he to trust that he would always catch her (if he REALLY needed to). "I'm right here, I'm fine."

"No." Fionna shook her head and grabbed his hand lightly with her own. She held up their hands staring at them, caressing them gently. Marshall looked at her, her touch was so intimate. So soft and caring. He wondered if Fionna was drunk. Possibly more that that. But she caressed there hands with such a familiar look in her eyes, like she had done this a million times.

"You see," she said, he could feel her breath on his face, and her bright blue eye looked at his red ones with such sorrow. "No matter how real these dreams get, you always vanish by morning." She snorted thinking about the sunlight. He really did disappear by morning.

She turned her head, for a second, Marshall unable to recognize the noise she made, but he could feel her sorrow, and her longing. Such odd emotions coming from her, and never this strong. Marshall looked at her one eyebrow raised. "You dream like this Fi? With me?" he asked softly.

Fionna smiled at him. "Ehh..." she said sounding like her normal self. "I have always dreamed of you, well since I turned 14 and you became sexy." She giggled and shook her head again, brushing back her bangs. Marshall's mouth could have touched the ground it dropped so far. Fionna played with a strand of her hair, looking like this could have been a conversation about the temperature of the water for Glob's sake.

"And this is a normal thing?" he asked sarcastically, smirk in place. He couldn't show her what he really felt, not right now anyways.

"Well, yeah." She grinned at him. "Can't believe you actually told me to admit I like you in the real world, blew my mind a bit. Honestly, I was more pissed cuz I thought that you should be finding a way to heal yourself. And!" She added suddenly, "don't look so smug that I dream about you, you're a really big part of my life, thank and well, whatever those" she made a wiggly hand motion, "feelings are... But.." she said hesitantly, and he looked at her face, she was blushing slightly, and she turned and sat straight in front of him and gently unbuttoned and pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

Marshall felt hot under the collar, metaphorically speaking. He couldn't believe what was happening. How did he refuse her when she thought it was a dream? He definitely knew that consent when the person thought it was a dream didn't really count. Fionna ran a hand over his muscled chest, feeling for any scars. Finding none she sighed. She leaned in and kissed his chest where he had almost been stabbed.

Marshall could have been a rock. For all his movement, he might as well have been. He cursed his mind silently for taking him to such dirty places in as many languages as he knew. but he had never felt like this. He had never received so much...loving care - even from the Ice Queen way back when.

She laid her head on the crook between his neck and shoulder, her nose nuzzling his bite marks gently. And his eyes flashed red as he tipped his head back to look at the sky, resisting the urge to groan. Obviously Fionna didn't know how it felt. But he clamped his moth shut to keep from drooling anyways. No wonder his mind was in a dirty place, Fi was a giant hallucinating tease!

"I just want to sleep peacefully for one night." She sighed wistfully, her breath warming his torso, her sigh doing funny things to his mind.

It took all of Marshall Lee's strength to not hiss at her, bear his fangs and bite her. It was so tempting, and resisting was becoming harder, but he could feel her heart beat slowing down, and her breaths becoming longer.

"You haven't been sleeping?" he asked to distract himself. How many times did he have to say he was bad before she would believe him. He said it to protect her, a warning in his own way, that he would drink her red if he could. Well, not all of it, but he was most defiantly not the softest of lovers. He was a bad boy, he was bad. Bad. Bad as and could get. He sighed internally, who was he kidding honestly. He was as bad as a new born lamb when it came to Fionna, he would do as she asked in a heart beat when it came down to it. But if I was on top for a night...

He could feel his eyes becoming more red by the minute. Not good. Fionna's voice muffled against his chest drew his attention again as she sleepily said, "yeah, not since I thought you died."

Marshall craned his head to look at her, his eyes burning into her bunny hat.

"What." his voice was low and thicker than normal.

"Since I thought you died, been having nightmares. Scared. So scared Marshall. Thought you were dead."

Marshall hummed softly, singing a low song like a lullaby, "Sleep now Fi, don't think about anything." he whispered in her ear, he sword he was going to explode with the new information. It wasn't a crush. She didn't have a crush. He blinked hard.

It wasn't just that Fionna was the realest person he knew.

She was the realest person ever.

And he had hurt her and her feelings.

He calmly sung to her, gently gathering her things as she fell asleep. He lifted her calmly, and as gently as he could, and flew her back home. He quietly entered the house, and laid her on her bed, throwing a fur over her, and he kissed her head softly. "Love ya too Fi."

He turned and flew out of the house, knocking off the sticky note on the ladder, and it stuck to his shoe. He didn't notice as he flew home as quickly as he could. He had a choice to make, and he could already feel it was made.

Fionna would be his. No more games, no joking. He would joke and prank her, or do whatever he needed to till she fell for him, harder than she already had. He smirked and floated over his bed and dropped on it, kicking his shoes and still unbuttoned shirt to the corner.

he rubbed the place she had kissed so tenderly. It felt like it was burning, and his bite marks tingled. He sighed and rubbed them softly, imagining it was her doing it. He bit his lip hard, fangs nearly puncturing skin. He tossed his head back body to hot, and he grinned.

Fionna.

Game on.

Okay! Another chapter up, and as I type it I'm afraid I'm getting too far away from their characters.

Just so you know, this is just the kind of 'background' information, how they feel secretly. Next chapter Fionna will be back to normal finally, and Marshall will be scheming. Again, trying to keep this under 10 chapters.

Let me know if you want to see anything happen. Being my first Adventure Time fix, I had so many ideas of where to go with it. Trust me, you wanna see something happen, and I will write it. This one is literally for you guys.

(p.s. okay so thinks like rape, abuse, and Gumball pairing or making Cake an ass is not on the agenda. I have nothing against bite kink, or adding a much more humorous not in later chapters.

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love y'all!