Pinkanon's Finnceline Greentext

>Antiseptic stung like mad across the sizable claw marks in Finn's back.
>He managed to hold his tongue, but Marceline inevitably noticed him flinch. An amateurish slip-up on his part.
>"Finn, come on, are you okay?" She hesitated pressing the rag to the still-weeping wounds crossing the young man's spine.
>It took a good deal of convincing to get Finn out of the tattered shirt and more still to let her patch him up.
>Bonnie was always better with this sort of thing, but Glob knows Finn wouldn't let her see him like this.
>"I'm fine, Marcy. You really don't need to do this." His tone was forcibly flat, quite obviously trying to hide the soft grumble of pain beneath his natural timber.
>She'd be the first to admit it: Finn was a tough cookie. At 19, the kid had more scars to show for his adventures than most men would have in their entire lives.
>He'd been to the brink of mortal danger countless times and lived to tell the tale.
>But that was when Jake was still alive- when he had a safety net to ensure he'd always make it out okay.
>Someone he trusted to watch his back when things got bad and patch him up when they got worse.
>He was alone now and hadn't gotten any less reckless.
>"You're not gonna sleep off profuse bleeding, Finn. And if you do, it's gonna be the last time." Marceline emphasized her frustration with a press of the antiseptic-soaked rag, eliciting a soft hiss from Finn.
>'Gotcha.' She let up just a bit.
>The two remained wordless for a while as Marceline dutifully cleaned and dressed his wounds.
>Finally, as the victrola in the corner of the room finished its record and fell silent, the vampire spoke up.
>"Bonnie's worried about you, dude." She said matter-of-factly, smoothing a few pieces of tape across gauze bandages. "She really doesn't think you're taking care of yourself."
>"You get banged up running around, doing junk for folks, Marce. She knows that." His words felt genuine, but meaningless.


>Another stretch of silence ensued as Marceline carefully selected her words.
>"What about a new job?"
>Finn simply responds with a chuckle and a shake of his head.
>A flick of his nose cuts his laughter short.
>"Finn, be serious! What's your plan here? Just keep getting flubbed up until... I mean really; look at yourself, dude!"
>She motioned across his battered torso with the roll of gauze.
>Knife wounds, sword slashes, teeth marks; all immortalized on sinewy body like a monument to stubbornness.
>It'd been quite a while since someone had directed him to his scars. There were certainly more than the last time: a particularly brutal roll in the leaves with Huntress after which she spent a good deal lustfully admiring the so-called "war notches."
>Marceline's attention was different, of course. Scrutinizing, concerned, and odly enough almost motherly.
>Finn would have undoubtedly chuckled at the thought, were it not for the circumstances.
>"I can't do that." His words were just as genuine, even a bit apologetic.
>It was the truth, as far as Finn was concerned. If he ran off and got some do-nothing job, what would stop the bandits, ne'er-do-wells, and violent fauna from eating the innocent residents of Ooo alive?
>No. It had to be him. And if, one day, it would mean his life, then-
>"Bonnie has a plan." Marceline took hold of Finn's face, her eyes more worrisome than he recalled. "But she needs your help, Finn."
>The young man gently pulled away and tugged a somewhat clean shirt over his body, wincing as the rough fabric brushed over smaller wounds.
>"What does it have to do with me?" His curiosity was admittedly piqued. >Bubblegum's solutions, convoluted as they often sounded, seldom met a problem they couldn't fix. But how in Glob's name did she plan to protect all of Ooo without Finn?
>Marceline relaxed at his interest. She extended her arms to him.
>"She'll be able to explain it better than I can. You too cool these days to be carried or what?"


>"So... I'd be what again?"
>Finn never considered himself a "subject" of the candy kingdom
>Sure, he was loyal to the princess, though not as unquestionably as he was in his youth. Many of his scars were courtesy of one quest or another carried out for the pink monarch.
>Ever since Jake had passed, however, he'd answered her call with less and less enthusiasm.
>Guarding Bonnie through her diplomatic obligations were of significantly less concern to him than a family being slaughtered on their homestead.
>Perhaps it was his youthful innocence that once made him feel so obligated to trust in the political process; to see her rule as a force for pure good that he should serve in any way he could.
>The notion seemed so childish now.
>"Commander of the Royal Guard- you would be my general, Finn."
>Alright, this wasn't quite what he was expecting. Some overpaid position "guarding" her at some soft location, flanked by the notoriously ineffectual banna guards, that was expected.
>The leigon of hard-bodied rock candy soldiers standing before him, menacing-looking weapons crossed over their chests, completely motionless awaiting his command: this was different.
>"Are we... going to war?" For the first time since his arrival, Finn wondered if he was in over his head.
>Bonnibel shook her head, offering a reassuring smile. "No, no, of course not Finn. But if you perished on some petty quest for someone..."
>She sighed. "Finn... we need you alive. I can make as many candy soldiers as we need," Bubblegum suddenly touched his shoulder, her eyes displaying sincere concern. "I can't make another you."
>Finn looked again to the sea motionless soldiers and considered his options.
>He could very well say no, leave the castle, return to his solitary life of chasing fires around the kingdom.
>How much longer could he carry on like that? Twenty years? Ten? Flying solo was a game of waiting for his luck to catch up to him. But this...
>"I.. I guess I wouldn't mind some help."


>Another stretch of silence ensued as Marceline carefully selected her words.
>"What about a new job?"
>Finn simply responds with a chuckle and a shake of his head.
>A flick of his nose cuts his laughter short.
>"Finn, be serious! What's your plan here? Just keep getting flubbed up until... I mean really; look at yourself, dude!"
>She motioned across his battered torso with the roll of gauze.
>Knife wounds, sword slashes, teeth marks; all immortalized on sinewy body like a monument to stubbornness.
>It'd been quite a while since someone had directed him to his scars. There were certainly more than the last time: a particularly brutal roll in the leaves with Huntress after which she spent a good deal lustfully admiring the so-called "war notches."
>Marceline's attention was different, of course. Scrutinizing, concerned, and odly enough almost motherly.
>Finn would have undoubtedly chuckled at the thought, were it not for the circumstances.
>"I can't do that." His words were just as genuine, even a bit apologetic.
>It was the truth, as far as Finn was concerned. If he ran off and got some do-nothing job, what would stop the bandits, ne'er-do-wells, and violent fauna from eating the innocent residents of Ooo alive?
>No. It had to be him. And if, one day, it would mean his life, then-
>"Bonnie has a plan." Marceline took hold of Finn's face, her eyes more worrisome than he recalled. "But she needs your help, Finn."
>The young man gently pulled away and tugged a somewhat clean shirt over his body, wincing as the rough fabric brushed over smaller wounds.
>"What does it have to do with me?" His curiosity was admittedly piqued. >Bubblegum's solutions, convoluted as they often sounded, seldom met a problem they couldn't fix. But how in Glob's name did she plan to protect all of Ooo without Finn?
>Marceline relaxed at his interest. She extended her arms to him.
>"She'll be able to explain it better than I can. You too cool these days to be carried or what?"


>"So... I'd be what again?"
>Finn never considered himself a "subject" of the candy kingdom
>Sure, he was loyal to the princess, though not as unquestionably as he was in his youth. Many of his scars were courtesy of one quest or another carried out for the pink monarch.
>Ever since Jake had passed, however, he'd answered her call with less and less enthusiasm.
>Guarding Bonnie through her diplomatic obligations were of significantly less concern to him than a family being slaughtered on their homestead.
>Perhaps it was his youthful innocence that once made him feel so obligated to trust in the political process; to see her rule as a force for pure good that he should serve in any way he could.
>The notion seemed so childish now.
>"Commander of the Royal Guard- you would be my general, Finn."
>Alright, this wasn't quite what he was expecting. Some overpaid position "guarding" her at some soft location, flanked by the notoriously ineffectual banna guards, that was expected.
>The leigon of hard-bodied rock candy soldiers standing before him, menacing-looking weapons crossed over their chests, completely motionless awaiting his command: this was different.
>"Are we... going to war?" For the first time since his arrival, Finn wondered if he was in over his head.
>Bonnibel shook her head, offering a reassuring smile. "No, no, of course not Finn. But if you perished on some petty quest for someone..."
>She sighed. "Finn... we need you alive. I can make as many candy soldiers as we need," Bubblegum suddenly touched his shoulder, her eyes displaying sincere concern. "I can't make another you."
>Finn looked again to the sea motionless soldiers and considered his options.
>He could very well say no, leave the castle, return to his solitary life of chasing fires around the kingdom.
>How much longer could he carry on like that? Twenty years? Ten? Flying solo was a game of waiting for his luck to catch up to him. But this...
>"I.. I guess I wouldn't mind some help."


>His rough hands were like kerosene as they worked across her cold skin. What had started at her shoulders had moved down to the small of her back, her thighs. >The soft kiss to the her neck was a lit match that set whole body ablaze.
>She couldn't stand it any longer. >Deniability be damned: if he could play dirty, so could she.
>Marceline whipped around to face him, but the young man had anticipated her eagerness.
>Catching her by the throat, Finn held her in place with ease, putting a finger to his smirking lips.
>'When did he become such a cocky son of a bitch?' The furiously blushing vampire thought to herself as he tilted her chin up and leaned in.
>'Does he really think you're just gonna submit like some little-' "Umph~!!"
>The lusty little squeal was thankfully muffled in the nick of time by Finn's hand.
>She couldn't believe it: had he just.. bitten her?
>The wordless question was answered when a trail of deliciously painful nips made their way down her collarbone.
>She thanked Glob that his hand stayed firmly across her mouth; there was no way she could keep from crying out.
>'What in the fuck has gotten into him? Was he always this... dominant?'
>The Finn she remembered was a timid little thing- barely able to hold a conversation with a pretty girl, much less... whatever those wonderfully sharp teeth were doing around her bare breasts now
>Sure, he'd grown up considerably over the years and gained a great deal of confidence, but this was nearly inhuman.
>Indeed, it felt as if she were prey- that every inch of her body was this beast's by right of force.
>Marceline, for the first time in years, felt powerless.
>It was thrilling beyond words.
>His hand slipped from her mouth and returned comfortably to her throat.
>Finn didn't squeeze hard, just enough pressure to remind her that he could.
>Before she could even begin to collect her thoughts, his beard brushed tellingly across the soft curve of her lower belly.
>The world went white


>She shot up in bed as she'd done nearly every night this week, her hair damp with sweat and her body convulsing in ways she'd much rather not admit.
>The panties were, without a doubt, done for. Changing into a fresh pair wouldn't be a problem.
>What was a problem, however, were the soaked sheets beneath her.
>No way in hell could she change them without waking her sleeping partner.
>which would mean admitting, rather embarrasingly, the reason they were soaked.
>It wasn't as if they weren't open with eachother; quite the contrary, they shared just about every detail of their day to day lives.
>But this... this would have to stay a secret.
>"Flubbing wet dreams?..." she huffed, slipping carefully out of bed and into the bathroom.
>"Are you a Glob damned teenager again?" She quietly shut the door and fumbled around for the lights.
>"And why... why him? It's always him..."
>The soft fluorescent light flooded the bathroom, Bubblegum's flushed pink face staring back at herself.
>"Why isn't it me...?"


>The cool breeze was soothing as it blew gently through marceline's hair flowing hair.
>Autumn had come quite early this year, catching much of Ooo off guard in their winter preperations.
>This, of course, was of little concern for royalty.
>Marcy herself was quite comfortable in a fine-spun wool sweater, the mercifully cloudy day allowing her to sit outside in the cover of a simple baseball cap.
>"Formation Right!" Finn barked at the century of stern-faced candy soldiers.
>They followed without a moment's hesitation, bracing their shields at their sides and burying the base of their spears in the dirt.
>A unified shout of approval errupted back from the multi-colored soldiers.
>It had taken quite some time for Finn to get used to being in any sort of commanding role, much less the leader of a troop of a hundred men.
>But, in spite of their surprisingly varied personalities in their private lives, his soldiers were more loyal and unified than any military leader could hope.
>"Present arms!" The sea of troops raised their spears skyward, shouting back in affirmation.
>Marceline watched the training exercise intently over her mug of tea.
>The young man had grown up considerably over the years since the Gum war.
>The most obvious changes were physical.
>At 6'4" he towered over most people and had grown considerably broader at the shoulders.
>His muscles had toned into steel cables and a light blonde beard had sprouted across his chisled jawline.
>He'd gotten damn handsome with age; a far cry from the cute, chubby little kid she'd first spooked out of her old abode.
>And there in lay the most striking change: Finn had become damn near unshakable.
>"Forward... March!"
>She couldn't make him squirm like she used to. It was to be expected, he'd get a little braver with age.
>But ever since Finn moved into the castle, Marceline noticed something rather annoying about him.
"Dismissed! Good hustle, guys!"
>Finn could make her squirm.


>It was around 7 in the evening and dinner had just wrapped up in the canteen.
>Finn had always politely declined the offer to dine with Bubblegum's higher-ups, certain they'd have very little to actually talk about.
>Besides, Finn thrived in the rough-and-tumble fray of the common cafeteria.
>Set at ease, his troops freely joked around, arm wrestled, played cards, and wove a few crass lymrics that Finn committed to memory after recovering from his gut-wrenching laughter.
>For all their discipline on the field, the hard candies really grew on him as he got to know them.
>With their sense of humor, affinity for cards, and general machismo, they almost reminded him of...
>Damn.
>Finn suddenly excused himself from the table of boisterous men with a pained smile.
>He hadn't cried in years, and he certainly wasn't about to start now, but a little fresh air couldn't hurt.
>The clouds had disappeared in the evening sky. Finn was so taken by the sea of stars, he seemingly didn't notice the pale girl floating up from behind.
>"Bo-" before she could react, Finn whipped around and began digging his fingers into her ribcage.
>Marceline howled with laughter, pulling back only to find herself pinned against a wall of marzipan.
>"Ah, miss Marceline!" Finn exclaimed in an overdramatic villainous accent. "Fallen straight into my trap!"
>The flushed vampire thrashed and struggled to no avail, her giggles giving away to horrendously embarrassing snorts of laughter
>"Damn it F-Finn!! Q-Quit it!!"
>He was satisfied with the humiliation she'd endured, but she wouldn't be set free without suffering one more indignity.
>"Say the word, m'lady~!"
>Marceline practically screamed the mutual sign of surrender they'd shared since his childhood.
>"U-Uncle!"
>Finn halted his assault as quickly as it began, catching the panting vampire from collapsing.
>"You're... an ass..." she managed, hoping he wouldn't notice her flushed face.