Fionna gazed longingly at the sunlight streaming through the window. How long had it been since she had felt that warmth on her skin? She honestly couldn't remember, it had to be hundreds of years. Marshall was somewhere, she wasn't sure where. Probably at a vampire bar, maybe with some chick, it really didn't matter. She didn't care anymore.

Her pale skin burned as she drew the curtains closed.

"Where were you?" Fionna asked watching Marshall's shrug in the moonlight.

She just shook her head and turned to climb up the ladder to their bedroom.

"Aw, don't be like that baby, I promise I was just having a bit of fun," Marshall flew over to her grabbing her waist and spinning her to kiss him.

The kiss wasn't gentle, all tongue and teeth and pained need. Fionna kissed back just as hard, gripping his hair with a force that would bring a human to their knees, as he pushed her against the wall.

She let him pick her up, wrapped her legs around him, and carry her to the bedroom. She jumped off and pushed him down on it, ripping open his flannel. She heard the buttons popping off but payed no mind, choosing to bite down on Marshall's neck so hard she broke skin instead.

He groaned and shoved his hands up her shirt. She quickly whipped it over her head and let him unclasp her bra, squeezing her breast hard enough to bruise, if she could bruise. She nipped at his lip in punishment, lapping at the blood she drew. He smirked, tugging at her skirt but still letting her be in control.

"Impatient, as always…" She muttered, pinning his arms above him with one hand and unbuttoning his jeans with the other.

She faintly wonders why she still does this every night.

Afterwards, panting even though they don't need air and lying next to each other in silence, she gets her answer. Watching him roll over away from her she realizes she's still hoping for forever.

Back when she was human, he promised her that, gave as much as he took, reluctantly made her a monster like him so they could stay together for eternity.

Then the novelty wore off. They both got bored, and when Marshall gets bored he moves on, it's just how it is. Fionna, on the other hand, gave too much when Marshall wouldn't give enough. She thought she could balance it out if she just kept giving.

But you can't balance a scale with uneven sides.

She wishes she never got turned into a vampire. She wishes she hadn't been so insistent, wishes she could've known Marshall's words would fall short.

Wishes she had known the way Marshall looks through her now, like she's not even there.

She curls up onto herself, ignoring the ache in her chest, wondering if she can die from a broken heart.

guess who's back and more angsty than ever bitches

i don't even ship this anymore but then i listened to monster by meg myers and now u get pain oops

k now i'll probably go back into hiding bc all my ships r gay and on ao3 have a nice day peace the fuck out