Hey! So, this one-shot is a special one, because I'm actually writing this one in school! (Sshh, don't tell anyone! I should probably be working on something, haha.) But anyway, I hope that I'll have enough time to spell check this before we leave the computer lab, but if not, I'll spell check it when I get home! Enjoy! Oh, and I (obviously) don't own anything!
It was an otherwise average day in Aaa, other than the fact that there was a torturous heat wave that was gripping the land for days now. Prince Gumball was distracted and panicked in the Candy Kingdom, as the intense heart was melting not only the Candy People themselves, but their homes also. At this point, he had needed to treat three gumball people, forty-seven jellybean people, every single ice cream person that lived in the Candy Kingdom numerous times, eight marshmallow people, and even himself, multiple times. He was stretched so thin that he had ordered most of his guards to keep track on the buildings, while he worked feverously to find a way to keep everything together for longer than twenty minutes.
Fionna and Cake knew that this was a stressful time for the Prince, so they were in the Candy Kingdom for a very long time, helping him out with anything they could. Fionna was wearing shorts, which were the same color as her usual skirt, and a light blue tank-top, but the heat in the Candy Kingdom was unbearable. She almost wanted to take her hat off, as the fabric was clinging to the back of her sweaty neck, but she knew that it would be much more uncomfortable with her hair against her neck.
It was even worse for poor Cake, and she was actually even half-tempted to ask Fionna to shave her, but she would then always remember how ugly she looked the last time she had been bald. But, under the circumstances, it was still a viable option, and as she juggled between the two options once again, Prince Gumball returned to the hot and sticky (literally and figuratively) room. "Thank you, Fionna and Cake, but the heat seems to be subsiding once again, so you may go home now if you wish." he explained.
Fionna smiled politely, but she knew that she had realized long ago that her crush had indeed been crushed. She had decided that she didn't want to be with someone that only ever treated her as a child, and someone that she would have to rescue every other day. But, either way, she was very happy and thankful to finally get out of the half-melted castle.
When they stepped outside, there was a soft breeze which was blowing outside, and she smiled slightly, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. Cake then pulled on her arm. "Come'on there honey, I know it might feel nice but I'm still sweating my fur off here, and we both know my tail will frizz in this heat." she urged.
Fionna looked back at her for a moment, before she smirked slightly, getting an idea. "Well Cake, I know a place that will probably be a lot nicer and a lot more cool." she mentioned, and Cake's eyes lit up.
"That's fantastic news honey, where is it?" she asked, with the heat obviously getting to her.
Fionna grinned again, and she turned. "Marshall Lee's Cave." she said simply, and she laughed when she saw Cake's immediate frazzled expression.
. . .
When they finally arrived at the vampire's cave, Fionna was practically dragging Cake alongside her, as she was still absolutely petrified of vampires. It seemed as though the heat suddenly wasn't bothering Cake anymore, and she immediately began to pull at Fionna's arms and beg her to go home, even going so far as trying to bribe her with spaghetti and bacon pancakes. Fionna just chuckled and shook her head, walking up to the door and knocking. They waited for a minute, and when Marshall didn't answer right away, Cake decided that she would leave, and Fionna decided that it would probably be better for her not to stop her. She reasoned that people were normally cranky enough during a heat wave, so she could only guess what a vampire would be like. Especially Marshall, since he could be a little… irritable, at times.
After two more minutes had passed, Marshall suddenly appeared in the doorway, and Fionna's eyes immediately widened. His hair was messy (well, more than usual), as if he had only just woken up, and he was only wearing his boxers. He yawned and rubbed one of his eyes, before his black eyes opened completely and he blinked.
"Fi?" he questioned, almost mumbling, and she nodded inwardly as she realized that he had indeed only just woken up. "Why are you here?"
"The heat wave is terrible!" she exclaimed overdramatically, attempting to control where she looked and her expressions on her face. "Cake and I thought that we'd come here, because we thought it'd be nice and cool, but she chickened out and left."
Marshall blinked again, before he nodded tiredly and ran his fingers through his wild hair. "Alright, well at least I won't have to deal with a sweaty annoyed cat clawing up my face…" he said, after a minute, and he stepped to the side, opening the door wider. "Come on in."
Fionna smiled thankfully, and she walked in and went over and crashed on the couch, which was still as uncomfortable as it had ever been. She reminded herself that she needed to convince Marshall a softer couch, and Marshall floated up into his bedroom so that he could get some clothes, and she waited patiently for him down in his living room. While she waited, she noticed a little ball of fluff in the corner, and she smiled. It must have been Marshall's zombie cat, Schwabbi. She watched it for a minute, before the cat stretched out, looked over to her and made a small meow, and moved on.
When ten minutes had come and gone and Marshall had still not returned, Fionna immediately chuckled to herself and thought that perhaps he had fallen back asleep. It had happened before, so it was always possible. She decided that she should go and check on him, to see what he was doing that was taking him so long, and she quietly climbed the ladder up into his bedroom. When she looked around, she saw that there were still a bunch of old rock posters on all the walls, and dirty clothes littered the floor. There was still a cat bed in the corner, and various notebooks still covered his desk. The covers on his bed were messed up and pulled over to one side, and she saw that his room was essentially the exact same as the day herself and Cake had accidently been trapped in his closet, all that time ago. She blushed slightly when she had remembered what else had happened that day, suddenly questioning if she should be in his room again.
Fionna had never told Marshall everything that had happened that day, but she found that it was hard to forget it. Her cheeks were warm as she pushed the memories out of her head again.
Marshall wasn't anywhere that she could see, at first, and she glanced at the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar. It made her pause, hesitating for a moment, and she thought about going back downstairs when she saw Marshall float by the door, and that he was fully clothed. She quietly walked over to the door, furrowing her eyebrows as she watched him fiddling around, seemingly touching his eyes. She heard him muttering something about something 'being easier when he could see himself' and cursing at his mirror, and she timidly pushed the door open farther so she could see him more. "Marshall?" she questioned, and he jumped, turning quickly and looking at her.
"Fi –" he began, and she stared at him with wide eyes, almost a little taken aback.
For as long as Fionna had known Marshall Lee, he had irises that were as black as the blackest of nights, and she had always just assumed that it was something that had happened to him when he had been turned into a vampire, or possibly because of his demon blood. Marshall was the only vampire that she knew, so she had always just assumed that it was the same with all vampires. But right now, they weren't black – only his left eye was black, now, while his right eye was… blue. Fionna didn't notice the contact case sitting precariously on the sink counter, and she furrowed her eyebrows again, looking closer at him. Marshall closed his eyes in shame and looked away. Fionna finally noticed the case, and she frowned, staring at them before she looked back to him. "Contacts?" she questioned. "Why?"
Marshall sighed, running his fingers through his hair again. "Okay, just… look closely at my eye." he said, and she did. "Tell me what color it is."
"It's… baby blue?" she said, though she didn't really understand what Marshall was trying to prove. All that she could notice was that that color was suddenly all she could remember as her favorite color. Though, she could also see that it didn't really match with the rest of the dark clothes and the shaggy black hair that he had also.
Marshall nodded. "Exactly, they're light baby blue eyes." he said, as if it made the most sense in the world. He sighed, before he reached up and took the other black contact out. Fionna found herself staring at him. "Being the Vampire King, light baby blue eyes aren't really the most intimidating things in the world to have. If I were ever in a fight looking like this, they'd probably laugh themselves to death first. So, I hide them."
"But you're already the Vampire King; your eye color shouldn't matter, shouldn't it?" Fionna questioned. She couldn't understand why he cared so much about what color his eyes were.
Marshall turned away, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's… It's complicated Fi." he sighed. "I've hated my eyes ever since I was a kid. I'm the only vampire with light blue eyes."
Fionna stared at him, blinking. She couldn't understand how he hated them so much – she thought they were gorge- very pretty. Fionna thought for a minute, biting her lip as she closed her eyes nervously. "… I really like them." she admitted.
"No you don't." Marshall said, frowning. "I know you, and I know that you're just saying that so you can help me. I don't need to be helped."
Fionna took a breath, and stepped forward so that he would turn back to her. She looked up into his light blue eyes, and she paused for a second, before she leaned in and kissed him. Marshall was surprised at first, before he cautiously placed his hands on her arms, and his touch felt electric on her skin. After a minute they broke apart, and Marshall looked down at her.
"… I really like your eyes." she repeated.
Gah, we're leaving in three minutes – I don't have time to spell check it! Later, I promise!
~Batman's Favorite Daughter~
