AN: Here we are again! So, I was heavily inspired by the last episode of Fionna and Cake for this one. Before you read any further, let me just say that I absolutely adore Marshall Lee. He's super cool, especially that voice of his. That being said, there is a good deal of Marshall bashing in this story. Just know that it doesn't reflect my opinions, but the opinion of my beautiful Gumball. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Fionna, Prince Gumball, or Marshall Lee. If I did, there would be a lot more of them in the show, and they wouldn't be fan fiction in either universe.
Prince Gumball muttered to himself, rubbing the side of his face that had hit the tree house.
"Stupid rain. Stupid ladder. Stupid Marshall."
He almost slipped in the puddle that he had left on the tree house floor, though he caught himself in time. His mood soured further as he heard Marshall Lee convince Fionna to go to a party with him. Gumball sat on the couch, deciding to wait out the rain.
What did that vampire have that he didn't? Other than bad manners and no sense of when enough is enough. How many times had Marshall played tricks on Fionna? She was too trusting to understand the malicious intent behind his actions. Marshall wasn't playful and fun; he was cruel and manipulative. He only messed with others for his own amusement.
Was it the bad boy image that Fionna was drawn to? The dirty, grungy clothing? His total lack of regard for anyone other than himself? Gumball didn't understand what was so impressive, or attractive, about that. A woman should be treated with respect and compassion.
The storm seemed to reflect Gumball's thoughts as the wind lashed against the windows, rain pelting against the house violently. While he tried to remain calm about the whole situation, his mind still swirled with unending thoughts of "Why Marshall Lee?" and the like.
After a while, Prince Gumball eventually fell asleep on the couch. When he awoke, he decided to walk back to his castle. The eddying of thoughts earlier had slowed to a crawl. Now he was just tired, and wanted to go home. He barely even thought about where Fionna was, not wanting to rile the jealous beast inside of him. Of course Marshall would keep her out all night.
About half way between the Candy Kingdom and the tree house, Gumball heard a noise rustling in the forest. He tensed, afraid of what could possibly be causing the trees to move. He started to walk faster, but the rustling kept getting louder and closer. He broke out into a run, the rustling the only thing he could hear.
He could almost see his castle when the rustling in the trees escaped and flung itself at the Prince. The scream he emitted would make a little girl laugh, but in his panic he didn't care.
"Please, just don't hurt me! The Candy People need me!" he squealed as a rather small weight hit him.
"PG, it's just me!" Fionna chuckled through her explanation. "I was on my way home and saw you."
"Well, don't let me stop you," Prince Gumball said dejectedly as he continued on his way. "I'm sure you're exhausted after all the fun you had with him."
"Actually, it turns out that Marshall doesn't know when to take a joke. Or when to end one. I gave him a good butt kicking and left him to find a way home without burning to a crisp."
Prince Gumball could only stare at the girl in front of him, unable to form a sentence.
"Anyway, I was just wondering if you would like to have a re-do of last night? We could make crème puffs and maybe go do something else…?" Fionna said with a hopeful look on her face.
Gumball finally recovered enough to sweep into a bow, taking Fionna's hand in his own. "My lady, nothing would please me more."
Fionna giggled as she took his arm, excited to finally have some genuine fun.