A/N: Abiddon, I am taking the more pranks thing into consideration but i already had like 10 chapters written ahead so forgive me that i cant use all your ideas right away. I'm not going to scrap ten thousand words. plus i love writing dramatic bullshit so there's that too. anyway here have some fluff and tension and yes a prank too!

~NFE

Marshall hissed and Gumball folded his arms, both men glaring at the younger prince from their new positions at Fionna's side.

"Is it ok that I'm here?" He asked the girl, scratching the back of his head and looking down at his boots.

"No" Pink and grey lips moved in unison. Fi smacked both of them lightly on the shoulder.

"I guess so, I mean it was an open invitation..." She trailed off. How exactly are you supposed to deal with ex boyfriends? She has never had to before, but she did genuinely care for him, even if it could only ever be as a friend. A relieved smile spread across his face and they all moved to take a seat, all three of the boys now hovering around Fionna. Flame Prince being there made the whole night a lot more dangerous; for Fionna and just in general. These old movie reels would ignite so quickly.

She sat with the three of them surrounding her and fidgeted uncomfortably. Maybe inviting everyone over so soon had been a bad idea. She felt like she could cut the tension with her fingernail, and that didn't even make sense. Her fingernails weren't even sharp. Why did she even think that? Suddenly she was very interested in the state of her fingernails. The short, dirt-encrusted things on the ends of her fingers. She didn't even get to enjoy the movie and relax. She felt like her every breath was being monitored and it had her so very on edge.

Some time during the movie, Marshall decided to prop himself up on her head. She immediately felt the others eyes on her. It was as if there were two hot brands on her, burning into her skin. She started giggling nervously and excused herself.

"I, uh, gotta go to the bathroom. I drank soooooooo much soda." She said as she scurried off to the tree house, leaving the three semi-alone.
She sat inside for a minute or so, thinking about how she could mellow out this situation. Maybe she could go sit by LSP! Nobody liked sitting near him because he always talked all through movies. But Fionna would, to get away from the tension. She exited the treehouse again, and took the seat nearest the tree house(which happened to be right next to LSP) and reclined into the seat and readied herself to watch the rest of the movie in (relative) peace.

When the movie was over, she thanked everyone for coming as they left. While she was picking up the blankets and popcorn bowls someone cleared their throat behind her. She turned around to see Flint, his hands clasped behind his back and his face down turned. He peaked up at her and noticed he had successfully garnered her attention.

"Uh hi," he said with a nervous smile, "you need help cleaning up?"

"How are you gunna help?"she asked , a half smile crossing her face, " you'll burn everything." He blushed.

"Actually I just wanted to apologize while the other two weren't around"

"Flint, you don't have to-" she started, a fresh blush springing to her cheeks.

"Yes I do! I was a real butt guy, look- I'm just sorry, okay?" He looked away. Fionna tried to stifle her laughter, snorting into the palm of her hand, and his head whipped back up, anger plain on his features. "Is my apology funny to you?"

"No dude, I'm just happy!" She giggled some more. "I was worried I'd lost a good friend. Forever." His furrowed brow smoothed and he tentatively smiled back at her.

Marshall and Gumball came floating back down from gathering the projector, bickering back and forth between themselves until they noticed the two younger kids sitting and talking. Marshall set the pink royal gently on the floor and they made their way over to the two, Marshall rolling up his sleeves menacingly, and Gumball had a sharp glare on his face. That is, until Fionna was alerted to their presence and she turned around and told them the good news.

"Me and FP are friends again!" She flopped towards them, hanging on them in a hug of happiness.

"That's great, Fionna!" Gumball managed with fake enthusiasm.

"Yeah. Great." Marshall followed, a little less thrilled. The prince of fire stood.

"Well, Fionna, I think it's time for me to go home." She turned back to him and waved.

"I'm glad you came!" She said happily. He waved as well.

"So am I."

Fi woke with a start, her vision full of an angry vampire face.

"What. Did. You. Do?" Marshall bit out.

"Go away Marshall I'm sleeping." She rolled over and fluffed her pillow, then nestled back into it closing her eyes. Marshall Lee was having none of it. He grabbed her by the ankle, yanked her rudely from her cozy bed of furs, and held her upside down in the air, eyes dark and angry, little pricks of red in the center, narrowed on the sleepy bunny of a girl.

"All of my shoes. What did you do?" on the last word his face went all creepy, mouth splitting at the edges, hair standing on end, teeth growing longer, the whole bit. She laughed in his face.

"I didn't realize you were so sensitive about your wardrobe, maybe you are a queen." He let go of her ankle, letting her drop in a heap on her bed head, first. "Ow! dude are you actually trying to hurt me? I could've snapped my neck."

"My shoes are all too small Fionna."

"Its not like you walk in them anyway, what's it matter." She said grumpily, tucking herself back into her furs.

"Fionna" He hissed her name and was promptly smacked in the face with a pillow.

"Marshall Lee, not only are you in my girls room after decent hours but you woke me up." Cake said dangerously.

"Fine, cat," he spat, "I'll take her elsewhere then." He grabbed the sleepy adventurer and hauled her out of bed and out the window. She crossed her arms and sleepily pouted.

"Marshall Lee," she whined, "Couldn't this have waited til tomorrow?" she was greeted with silence, and they flew in silence till they reached his small home. He flew into his bedroom window and tossed her onto the bed. She landed with a small "oof".

"Fix them"

"I can't" She yawned.

"What do you mean 'you can't'? You better do something. Fionna, my shoes." he hissed at her again.

"Relax, baby. It's a spell, it'll wear off." She yawned some more. "Way to over react." She added dryly, but the sarcasm was lost in her sleepiness. "Your bed smells good..." She said absently as she began to fall asleep on it.

He was relieved. Simone, the Ice Queen, sent him shoes every year. Maybe she didn't remember their past, or why she did it, but that was one thing she did remember. His shoes were important to him. Even more so than his hair. With his panic subsiding, the humor of the situation collapsed on him and he flopped on the bed next to his sleeping friend. He chuckled lightly and watched her sleep, eventually drifting off himself.