YUH KNOW WHAT LETS JUST PUT THIS UP TOO
i wrote this recently to go along with this pic so UH yeah
“Marshall, there are bruises around your bite marks.”
Fionna the human, currently in possession of an entire liter of soda in her arms, is talking to the vampire king. She’d actually spotted the not so usual marks around the usual marks in the first few minutes that Marshall Lee was in her house for a movie night. The turtle neck didn’t really help conceal them at all.
The adventuress got pretty darn curious and wanted an answer to the new flaws in Marshall’s otherwise perfect skin. Because really, Fionna has hardly ever seen him with any sign of an injury, ever. She made sure to snag him into a conversation the first chance she got.
Fionna reaches out to poke Marshall’s neck, but he jerks away a second before skin meets skin. He grunts a sound, something that went along the lines of what “oh glob please don’t do that” would sound like if it was a sound. The blonde snaps back as well, surprised at Marshall’s suddenness.
(im sorry omggg) a fic i just finished ahaAHA
“Mmm… Come on, Gummy, I’m hungry,” a smiling vampire whispers in the darkness of a grey pink bedroom. Prince Gumball tries to control his breathing as Marshall Lee stares up at him through half lidded eyes and dark eyelashes.
The king has his hands folded across the prince’s stomach, his chin balanced in between his fingers. His fangs peek out from his taunting grin, which only makes the situation more desperately exciting.
“Twenty-four hours without a meal isn’t good for someone like me, princess,” Marshall purrs. “Give me your neck.”
Prompt: Double Death || Characters: Marshall Lee - Prince Gumball || Word Count: 707
The anon that sent this to me…I’m a little worried about you. >__> Anyway, here you go…what I managed to come up with.
His breath coiled the surrounding air and made my heart stop. The king could see the frozen emotion or was it pure terror in the vampire’s eyes as the blood trickled from his hairline down his face. He had done that. Gumball felt something warm and moist on his hands looking down to see his blood on clinging and dripping down his hand. Trying to swallow the thump in his throat. He tried to not scream, his black hair soaked up the color of crimson like a sponge. The anger on his face frightened him…though it shouldn’t have seeing that he took more damage than the prince had. “M-Marshall,” he breathed not sure what the vampire was thinking. The man had always been crazy…but it looked like Gumball might’ve pushed him to far. Marshall glared and kept his mouth shut, oh how bright his ruby eyes looked while surrounded in that crimson pool.
“B-Bubba,” he breathed in complete anger. Gumball trembled hearing him say his name with an acid tongue was terrible. “W-Why?” he asked though it was clear he wasn’t looking for an answer. Quickly, the young king found himself pushed up against the wall with two beautiful yet angered eyes gazing into his own fuchsia orbs. The prince pulled his gaze away and braced himself for the hit, every hit that he deserved. A few minutes went but and he was still just pinning me to the brick wall.
Splash. Splash. Splash.
Gumball could hear the sounds of scarlet drops falling to the hard unforgiving ground, looking at him Marshall was still glaring at at the prince, “Why didn’t he hit me yet?” he thought. Gumball’s eyes traced their was up Marshall’s body. The rivers of red decorated his clothing. The knife Gumball had in his hand was now on the ground three feet away, thickly coated in vampire blood. The many objects that were thrown and used to hit the prince littered the alley, but Marshall’s condition killed him. This was a fight they fought unwillingly.
Long ago, Gumball had married the love of Marshall’s existence, Bonnibel. They were best friends through most of the time they knew one another. It wasn’t until they both fell for the princess that they broke away.
Now twenty-one, Gumball had married the princess. Marshall could not bare the thought of never holding Bonnibel closely again. Marshall tracked the new king down…and with a complete rage and total hatred he attacked. They stood there now trying to kill one another because of jealousy. Because Marshall still loved the new queen. He always would.
But was this really what they wanted? If it was wouldn’t Marshall have killed him by now, would Gumball really care that Marshall was covered in wounds caused by him and possibly be bleeding out to death? The king doubted it.
“Marshall, stop,” he whispered hoping the vampire would listen. Gumball could feel Marshall grip his shirt tighter as his teeth gritted together, “Bubba, you’ve created a war.You stole her from me…I cannot forgive you for that,” he reminded the king.
Marshall looked at Gumball with pure furry, “This is sorry for the last time…Bubba,” he seethed. The king didn’t move; he couldn’t. “M-Marsh-” Gumball cried out, but was quickly caught off guard by another flash of his angered ruby eyes, and the blood that flung off him when he shook his head.
He didn’t say anything. Marshall was going to kill the king, and Gumball didn’t blame him for it, honestly. The vampire pulled out his own knife and slashed the kings throat. The vampire’s once best friend’s eyes closed and his body was lifeless. Marshall dropped the kind and walked over to Gumball’s blood covered knife. It was his own blood that stuck to it. It smeared over his hands as it was picked it up. He never thought he’s be the one to bare that kind of power. The power to take his best friend’s life. Marshall knew he’d be forever alone for a long time, and he took a seat by his dear friend, “This is our final good-bye, my friend,” he whispered before driving the knife into his chest…
Cigarettes || Bubblee || Word Count: 497
Cigarette smoke clouded the small kitchen. The vampire sat with a bottle of whiskey in front of him and an ash tray that was caked in cigarette dust. It was really over, he lost her and there was nothing that he could do to fix it. Even worse he lost her to his best friend, or was he her best friend? It didn’t matter anymore, whatever it was…it was different now. There was a small bag of her stuff sitting by the door. She’d pick it up eventually, or just have another one of her subjects grab it. Marshall looked at his cell phone, not a single message…no missed calls…nothing. It had been like this for almost a week now, and he still couldn’t bare the truth. His princess wasn’t coming back. She was gone.
Marshall still had photos of them decorating the house. “You know, you should really take those down. She’s an eye sore to this already drabby place,” his mother hissed. Turning around the drunken male glared at her, “Just leave. I don’t have time for your shit right now, mom,” he scowled. Crossing her arms the woman sighed, “That is no way to speak to your-,” he now was right in front of her his eyes locked with her’s, “Get the hell out!” he shouted. His mother rolled her eyes and left him alone again.
The vampire was shaking as he stumbled through the house, “Bonni,” he whimpered. There was no reply. He could feel the tears forming in his ruby eyes. Marshall wanted to blame his mother for her leave, she would always disturb the couple when they were together. Not to mention all the times she tried to literally kill the candy princess. “C-Come back,” he cried. Sitting on the steps he was both drunken and heart broke. Living for eternity was hard, but living for eternity knowing that the person you love is not only going to die before you, but is also spending her life with someone other than you. Knowing that one person doesn’t even want anything to do with you.
The door cracked open and his eyes flickered to the door quicker than what his mind could even process, “Peebles!” he chimed hopefully, as if she magically changed her mind and came back. Nothing was heard back, curious and still hopeful he wondered to the living room only to discover a nervous chocolate woman grabbing her final bag. “I’m sorry, Marshall,” she told him kindly before placing a silver chain in the spot where Bonnibel’s bag once sat.
He had given that to the princess after their first three months together. He collected the diamonds that were hand placed into the pendent himself, the chain was melted down from his mother’s pure silver dishes. The princess had adored the gift and wore it everyday, but now it was returned to him and sitting on his floor. She wasn’t coming back.
It was over.
Word Count: 1,863
Pairing: Marshall Lee & Prince Gumball
He honestly couldn’t stand it. Who did that prince think he was? Standing there, licking his fingers, getting cake mix all over his face, and dolled up in that cute kitty apron of his. Was he trying to be cute? Was he trying to make him come over there and rip his clothes off? Was he trying to get grabbed from behind and get his cute pink face shoved into the counter while he did naughty things to him? It really seemed like he was, because he obviously didn’t know what he was doing him. Marshall Lee bit his bottom lip slowly while watching the prince bend over to look for a pan. He didn’t know whether to stay away and bother him later for sex, or go up to him and bother him to have sex now. It was a tough decision, but either way he had to have sex. He hasn’t touched him since… three days ago, and it’s been a long three days. Prince Gumball told him to stay away. He said that, things couldn’t get serious between them, that what they were doing would end badly.
Marshall Lee finds Gumball hunched over his desk and grumbling, buried up to his ears in a bright green glittery sweater that looks like the maimed corpse of a Christmas tree—tinsel and all. As the vampire drifts to perch on the edge of said desk, the prince glances up at him. He huffs. His pen pauses in its scritch over a bit of parchment. He’s wearing mittens too, Marshall notices, horrible scarlet-striped fuzzy things reminiscent of moldy candy canes.
“You have snow in your hair,” Gumball sniffs. Digging his nose down farther into his sweater’s neck, he flicks his gaze back to his parchment: resumes his writing. Skk-tik-tik-skk.
“Yeah, well, you look like a holiday barfed on you,” Marshall Lee shoots back. He reaches to feather his fingers through his bangs. Sure enough, they come away dusted in white up to the knuckles, the tips wet. Flicking the cold little droplets at the bundled prince, the vampire provides, “Hi, by the way.”
PAIRING: Prince Gumball/Marshall Lee
SUMMARY: A human AU where Prince Gumball (Beauregard Gumell) is a 31 year old professional who takes on fatherly duties when his best friend can’t take her son overseas with her. Raising his godson would have been no challenge at all if not for the trouble of Thursdays.
FIC “THEMESONG”: http://youtu.be/-x7ZdjJmtDY