Title: A Stroke of Serendipity
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Marceline Abadeer and Marshall Lee
Word Count: 525
Summary: This is sort of cliche Marcelee fanfic, an alternate universe where all Fionna and Cake characters exist in the same universe as Finn and Jake. My friend Myrcllines said there weren't enough Marcelee fanfics so I thought why not? I was drawing this doodle of Marshall Lee and Marceline at the ball and this headcanon just hit me (also inspired by this art piece on deviantart *can't find now :(* where Marshall gets pissed because Marceline is "mesmerized" by Prince Gumball). This is like one of my first fanfics so please be easy on me :). I know I have a lot of areas I can improve on.
Gumball.
Prince Gumball.
Out of all the men in the world it had to be fucking Prince Bubba Gumball, even his name was a shrill sound to the ears.
"Yeah I like him, he's cute and he's really gentlemanly, you know what I mean?"
She mentioned him everywhere.
When we were hunting for red.
Playing video games.
Torturing Finn.
Did she really not see me? Me. Marshall Lee the cool, nonchalant, hilarious guy who's always been around for her, who'd always be.
"Hey will you um ask him what he thinks about me?"
"Marceline..." Already her beseeching gaze was hard to ignore.
"Come on, you guys are close!"
Right.
Close to that imbecile. Like I would stoop that low. I only started the occasional conversation because of his alluring storage of red objects.
"OH...Marceline! The other you..."
I was nothing like her, she was perfect; I was unpolished, ungentlemanly, not the one she wanted.
So I asked him.
"What did he say?"
"He said you were cool..."
"Really?" as she tightly gripped my wrist, beaming at me with her blunt, black, beautiful eyes.
I really did not know how I managed to hid my abhorrence for him. No way in any parallel universe would I leave her in the hands of Prince Gumball. Not now. Not ever.
He liked Fionna didn't he?
He didn't really think I would fall for it right?
Asking me who I liked.
He'd turn me down in a blink.
For a second I thought he might...
Who did I think I was?
I'm just the flawed vampire girl who's a pain in the ass to pretty much everyone.
I won't loose, a vampire never looses, I would show no sign of grief.
There I was dressed in dark navy, a red ribbon at waist, heading to the ball, dressed to impress stupid Gumball. Or so he thought.
She was at her peak.
She was the most beautiful.
Yet she wore the wrong face.
Fucking Gumball. Just walked pass her without a glance, like she was nothing to him.
She was everything to me.
He really does like Fionna, I saw his expression when she came in. I wouldn't blame her, she had the most striking dress. She was literally glowing.
There was no point to this constant emotional battle.
He didn't like me, that was it. I had lost.
So I left.
I saw her leave.
Stupid Gumball reallydid it this time.
"Wow, you really are a empty-headed butt Gumball"
"Excuse me?"
I went after her.
I tightly gripping her wrist.
"I think you look amazing"
"Marshall... let go."
"You really don't see me do you?"
"That's not what I meant, go back to your Fionna."
"Marceline you are being unfair here."
"How do you expect me to be fair when all you see is her!"
"All I see is you-"
"And you know how hard it...was...wait...what?"
I grabbed her into a fierce kiss.
She gripped on to me.
Both of us floated together under the night sky.
Perhaps with hindsight, we would have never hurt each other.
Or perhaps this was all a stroke of serendipity.
