So hey guys, know how this was supposed to be a trilogy? Well, I'm cleaving Azrial in two parts: The Beginning and The Prophecy. Also, I changed my pen name! Check my profile for details.

Dudes (and dudettes, if you're one of those gals who gets offended by being called a dude...), welcome to Azrial! Go read Rescue and Unholy if you haven't already.

No, seriously. The second line will absolutely sweep you off your feet otherwise.

SO GO FREAKING READ THEM (or ask me for a summary...lazy :p I'm kidding, don't go psycho).

If you already have, haha wasn't that cliffhanger evil? ;P

Also, PLEASE read my note on Everything!

AND I cut this short because I wanted to put this up.

OH YEAH there will be no update schedule! Nope! So...yeah. The more reviews I get, the more I update! Unless I'm stressed. Yeah.

I HAVE NOT WATCHED ANY RECENT AT! DON'T GET ALL UP IN MY BUSINESS IF I GET IT WRONG!

Disclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time.

Finn was panicking. There they were, far away from any type of real civilization, and his wife was going into labor.

"(I can help! I took a class on childbirth!)" Rainicorn said.

"She says she took a class, and she can help," Jake translated.

"(You will all have to leave; the fewer people around, the easier things will be for Marceline.)"

"She says we gotta go," Jake tried to tug Finn away, Dawn safely in a cradle made of her father's back.

"No way. I'm staying," he crouched beside his wife as she screamed, and closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to see her in pain. He heard Rainicorn murmuring in Korean, heard Marceline screaming. It was endless, and he didn't dare open his eyes.

Then he heard a baby crying.

His eyes flew open to see Marceline holding out a very small infant. The baby was too small, Finn knew that, but she—for it was a she—was squirming like nothing he had ever seen.

"A fighter...just like her dad," Marceline said softly. Finn cradled the baby against his chest, and she began to giggle, reaching for his face.

"I once thought that you were the closest thing to perfection...but..." Finn stared at the child in wonder. Marceline smiled weakly.

"Just wait until she's a toddler," she said. "See how perfect she is then."

"I know but—Marceline?" Finn cut himself off as his wife's face contorted in pain. "What's wrong?"

"Not again!"

"What?" Finn started to panic, and the baby started to cry. "Sh, sh," he whispered.

"(She's having another one!)"

"I don't understand what you're saying!" Finn shouted angrily. The baby cried louder. "Hush, hush," Finn stood and rocked the infant girl in his arms, humming the lullaby his human mother had sung to him as he looked the girl over.

She was very tiny, with Finn's bright blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. Tiny wisps of black fuzz curled off of her head, and, oddly enough, her ears looked like her mother's. She had a rather chubby-cheeked face, but Finn still worried about her small size. And about his wife, who was clearly having another child.

"Finn...I...am...going...to...kill..." she hissed through pants, but never finished her sentence because of a scream of pain. Finn crouched beside her again.

"We're here," he assured her. She glared at him, and he wondered why.

"(Well that one was easier,)" Rainicorn handed another baby girl to Marceline. This one was normal size, and she looked almost exactly like Finn—there was a small birthmark under her right eye, shaped like a deer's head. She was silent.

"Finn...you're dead for putting me through this," Marceline sounded exhausted. "But I guess they need names. I'm open to suggestions."

"My mother's name was Azalea..." Finn said softly.

"We'll name the blonde one Leah," Marceline decided firmly. "And the smaller one can be..." there was a silence. "Az..." Marceline began, but trailed off.

"Azrial," Finn whispered, as though the word would break if said loud enough. "Her name is Azrial."

"Sounds pretty cool. Leah and Azrial. Let's get them home. Take off your shirt; they must be cold," Finn handed Azrial to Marceline and removed his shirt.

"Well this brings back memories," he joked.

"Mm. Spider guts," Marceline remembered aloud. They both chuckled, and Finn somehow managed to wrap both infants in his shirt.

"You carry them; I'll ride back on LR," Finn said, handing the bundle to Marceline once she was decent.

"Finn, I'm not so sure about this..."

"They're your kids, Marcie. Our kids. You've gotta carry them; it's the safest thing," she hesitated, then nodded.

"Okay. I'll try," she took a deep breath and floated forward, just a bit. The babies started to cry. "Finn, I can't do this!"

"Yes, you can," he insisted. "Lady and I will be right beside you. It's gonna be okay," she nodded, her eyes scared...for her children.

"I can do this," she said, as though reassuring herself. Finn climbed on top of Rainicorn.

"Jake! We're leaving!"

"I'll meet you guys back at the treehouse!"

"(Okay sugar plum!)" Rainicorn called as she took to the air. Marceline followed, more hesitantly.

"You okay, Marcie?" Finn asked when he noticed how slowly she was moving.

"No! I just had two kids! I shouldn't be flying! Heck, I shouldn't be upright! Do you even know how much pain I'm in right now?"

"Marcie. It's gonna be okay," Finn said firmly.

Before too long, they had arrived at the treehouse, and were gently setting the babies in the crib (fortunately large enough for two).

"So...what now?"

"You mean you didn't pay attention to any of Bubblegum's classes?" Finn shouted.

"No."

"(Perhaps I can help.)"

"She says she might be able to help," Jake arrived.

"Great! But first..." Finn dug around in his pockets and found the translator. "I found it, but I kept forgetting to give it to you," she put it on.

"Thank you, Finn. Now, first, I will go prepare two bottles of nutritional baby formula while Marceline rests," the vampire didn't even argue, floating out of the room tiredly with only one backwards glance. Rainicorn also left.

"You're immortal, aren't you?"

"Yeah..."

There was a long silence.

"We're dads, brother," Jake rested a paw on Finn's shoulder. "Dads and uncles. Uncle Jake. Uncle Finn. I feel like such an old dog."

"Ah man, Jake, I wish..." Finn looked at his brother.

"No way, man," Jake guessed what he was thinking. "I don't want to be immortal. I'd lose Lady, she'd lose her parents, they'd lose their friends; heck, I'd lose my friends! It's better if it's just you'n Marcie who're immortal."

"One day, though, Jake...after you die, I will see you."

"This isn't the time or place for such talk. Behold, m'lady approaches!"

"Finn, you take Azrial. I'll take Leah," Rainicorn ordered. Finn didn't argue. The rainicorn undoubtedly knew what she was doing. So he picked up the—his—baby and struggled to get the bottle into her mouth.

"It's good for you!" he said frustratedly.

"Finn, be gentle."

"I am!"

"Here, let me," Rainicorn took Azrial and the bottle, somehow conning the child into suckling upon the rubber tip. Finn shook his head in wonder. "It takes a woman's touch, I suppose."

"Hey, I fed Dawn at the hospital!" Jake retorted. Silence fell. "Hey!" he immediately protested. Everyone laughed, including Marceline, who had returned.

"I just need some red," she said woozily. "And an explanation. Finn, how did you survive?"

"Death and the Cosmic Owl made me practically immortal, but not to blades, and immune to vampire bites. Oh yeah, Jake, Cosmic Owl says 'glad wishes to your family' or something like that."

"What! Finn, how could you!" Marceline shouted. "I told you you couldn't be immortal!"

"But I want to be! Can't you see that, Marceline? Can't you see that I'd do anything just to see one more glimpse of your radiant face?" she blushed and looked away.

"Ahem," Jake interrupted. "I'll be outside," Rainicorn followed him, handing the children to their parents and leaving the new family to await the impending debate.