So I didn't really like this ship at first, but when What Was Missing? came out and then Adventure Time with Fionna and Cake and Bad Little Boy I couldn't resist. I actually enjoy the Marceline/PB ship and I ADORE Marshall Lee. So here we go... :D

Yes, I know I should be working on the dozen Homestuck fanfics that I started, but my love for this ship cannot wait. This shouldn't be too long of a fic anyway.

Summary: Gumball and Marshall Lee find friendship in the rejection of the same girl. But is there something more to the relationship?

CRAP SUMMARY IS CRAP.

Warnings: Language, Male/Male relationships, and excessive fluffiness.


"I think the reason I got all these guy friends and no boyfriends is because I don't really wanna date any of 'em. I don't need to feel like I'm waiting to be noticed. I know who I am and I'll know what I want if and when it ever comes along."

Gumball felt a strange pang of sadness. Had he done something wrong? Did he say something to spur this revelation from Fiona? What had happened in the hours he hung frozen? " I-I'm sorry, Fionna. Please don't think ill of my intentions. I was... I was simply implying that we spend more time together as... as friends." He lied. Back peddling was not his style, but Gumball felt like a fool. Princes don't act like fools.

Fionna laughed and smiled, "Sure, GB." The playful sarcasm made the prince's heart ache.

"At least stay for the ball. The Ice Queen hasn't entirely ruined the night." He offered.

Fionna exchanged a look with Cake, "Yaknow, if it were any other night, I'd say yes, but today has been tops bazonkers and I think I'd like to go home." She gave him a tentative smile and started for the door. "I'll see you later, Gumball."

Then he was alone in a cold, broken bedroom. The sound of music could be heard from downstairs; it seemed like the party wasn't disturbed at all.

Gumball wore a blank expression as he fell onto his bed. His limbs were so cold, he was sure his candy would snap if he bent too far or moved too fast. He felt defeated. He felt empty. Lonely. He sighed and hung his head. The chill of melted ice and broken windows left Gumball's room in a desolate state.

"Woooow, tough break, Gummy." A low voice sang. Gumball jumped up as the vampire king glided into his room from the balcony and he winced at the sound of candy squeaking with movement.

"What do you want, miscreant?" He demanded.

Marshall Lee held up his hands in defense, "Ah! No! Gumball, you wound me with your harsh, harsh words!" He mocked. Throwing an arm across his forehead and placing his hand over his still heart he wailed, "Why must words carry so much pain?!"

Gumball glared and tried swiping at the vampire king, but he slithered away chuckling darkly.

"Listen, I've had just about the worst day of my life and I would like to be left alone." Gumball walked over to the phone. It felt like ice when he picked it up and as he tried to reach Peppermint Maid, Marshall finally started noticing the damage done to the room.

"Holy shit, Gummy... what happened?" He asked genuinely devastated. Or at least mildly worried.

Bitter, Gumball replied, "What do you think happened?" Getting no connection from the phone, he threw down the receiver, "The Ice Queen happened! She came and cronked up my room and then... then..." he remembered the sour rejection from Fionna.

"Then you got turned down by girl wonder." Marshall finished, solemnly. He floated to the ground and his sneakers squished into an icy puddle of soaked carpet.

Gumball was on the verge of tears, "How did you-?"

"I heard some yelling downstairs and when I came to investigate, I caught the end of your little convo with her." He pointed a thumb toward the balcony.

Gumball perched himself on the edge of the bed and let silent tears roll down his face. He didn't want to cry in front of Marshall, but after being so plainly embarrassed, he didn't much care about his image. "I donked up," he whispered.

Marshall sat next to him and looked over the ice chunks, cracks in the building, and holes in the walls, "Nah. You didn't donk anything up." He said feeling somewhat sympathetic for the candy prince. "Fionna's crazy rad. She's still your pal, so don't worry."

Gumball gave him a strange look, "I don't want to be her pal. I want…" Gumball's voice trailed off. He didn't know if he wanted to be more than friends with Fionna. How many times had she saved the helpless prince? From Ice Queen, from the Lich, from candy zombies… Surely the boundless gratitude and utter pride for the girl was a romantic attraction. But does the equation make sense at all? Did Fionna plus Gumball create something lasting? Something strong? Worth the pain of rejection….?

"See, you don't even know what you want." Marshall said, "And you heard her, she doesn't need to feel like she's waiting to be noticed." There's a sadness to his voice, too. "She doesn't want a boyfriend. She's too busy being dangerous and daring and adventurous." He sighs, "She wants it to happen naturally. Like in the story books."

Shocked, Prince Gumball stared at the vampire king. "Marshall Lee… Do you… Do you also like Fionna?" He asked, genuinely surprised.

Marshall almost laughed in response, "Have you seen me around her? Geeze, Gummy. Open your eyes. Every day I have some dumb plan to get her to admit that she loves me." He floats up from the bed and starts gliding in lazy circles around the room, "She thinks that it's all a big joke. Like, a funny thing that friends do together." He scoffed, "So I guess we're in the same boat, Bubba."

"Don't call me that." Gumball said, but there was a lightness to his voice. Like a layer keeping the prince and king from being close was peeled away. They became closer by the rejection of the same amazing girl.

"What would you prefer?" Marshall sang as he drifted to meet Gumball's eyes. "Gummy? Sugar bear?" Gumball was laughing and pushing Marshall away, "Candybrain? Sweet Pea?"

"Enough," Gumball laughed. He sat smiling at Marshall for a second. It was strange how quickly the air of tension and anger was lifted. The prince found comfort in the vampire's company. He didn't hate him anymore; he didn't want to strangle him or kick him out. Gumball found himself wanting to get to know Marshall. The little bits of personal information were creating a bond and that made him happy. "You know? I'm surprised…"

Marshall flipped upside down, "Surprised about what? That I like Fionna or that she's rejected me so many times, because, yeah, I'm still surprised about that, too."

Gumball wiped under his eyes and began pulling himself together, "Surprised that you haven't found a girlfriend somewhere else." He said walking over to his closet and pulling out a purple velvet cape. "You're a musician, mysterious, good looking—"

"You think I'm good looking?" Marshall asked quirking an eyebrow.

Red eyes met pink and the two were silent for a moment. A light blush tickled Gumball's cheeks and he finished clipping the cape onto his shoulders.

"All I meant was that you could have your pick of the princesses and yet you remain hung up on Fionna." He chances another glace at the vampire king, "You did say that she had rejected you more than once."

Marshall laughed, "You don't miss anything do you, Bubba? Well… I like Fionna. She's a mad awesome and can almost sort of kind of kick my butt a little bit." He chuckled, "And if I give up, then that's a failure and I'm not so okay with that. But I'm thinking I should maybe… check out my other options," their eyes meet again and there's another silence.

"I-I should go downstairs and, uh, attend this ball…" Gumball mumbled flustered and his face burning the color of cinnamon red hots. He straightened his tunic and adjusted his crown as Marshal landed on the soggy ground again. "Will I see you down there?"

Marshall chuckled, "Gonna save a dance for me, princy?"

Gumball glared at the vampire, "Please, Marshall Lee. Like I would dance with you?" They both laughed.

"But seriously, though, I think I'm going to take off. Got a cave to lurk in, scare some people, ya'know, vampire stuff." Marshall said as he approached the open balcony.

The prince went to the doorway but stopped himself, "Hey, Marshall Lee?" He asked.

Eager, the vampire king peeked out from the balcony, "Yeah?" He asked.

"Do you want to… I don't know, do you want to hang out or something after this ball is over?" He asked.

Marshal smirks, "Sure, Bubba." And with that he slipped off into the night.


MMmkay please review and tell me what ya'll think and what you want to hear out of this fic because I don't really have any ideas for the plot...

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