Disclaimer: hello everyone, this is your captain speaking, and I'm about to take you on a trip through your darkest desires. *visions of owning Adventure Time flash up* and it's funny because this won't EVER HAPPEN TO YOU *evil laughter in the background*
A/N: welcome back, my beautiful fluff-loving audience! If you've made it this far, WELL DONE. I honestly commend you. Enjoy this chapter x3
Marshall Lee chuckled. "What a cute guy," he said to himself.
Outside the ward, Jake was waiting for Finn. "How is he?" he asked, some concern in his voice.
Distantly, Finn said, "Y-yeah... he's great..."
"Bro?" Jake queried, "you alright? You seem kinda... spppaaacceedddd oouuttttt..."
Finn chuckled slightly at his dog's attempts to make him less distant. "Yeah yeah, I'm alright," he said, beginning to connect with the world once again.
"Okay, good. I was kinda worried for a second there, bro."
"Ah, don't worry about me. I'm fine." he forced another laugh.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, alright. Let's go back to the tree fort." he turned to leave.
Finn looked back at the door to the ward. He turned to Dr. Princess, who was watching the two from a corner.
"He'll be okay, Finn." Dr. Princess smiled her practised smile, pearly whites beaming - and Finn was reassured by her.
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure." her smile changed to one of seeming knowledge. Finn wondered if she could tell that something had happened between the two.
Maybe she could. You could never know in the Candy Kingdom.
Back at the tree fort, standing at the tip-top of the tree, right on one of the balconies, Finn reminisced on when he met Marshall Lee as the sun receded into the horizon. Back then, he had hated him, hated all he stood for - in fact, he hated his whole species - excluding Marceline. Most vampire-demons were nothing but trouble, and the fact that Marshall Lee had thrown himself straight into a fight definitely confirmed that.
But Marshall was different.
Yes, he was violent, and seemed pretty evil, but Finn saw past that façade. He saw that underneath all the brutality of that boy. He must have been confused, and Finn stormed into where he was staying and told him to get out - of course he would be scared, and of course he would have attacked. It's what Finn would have done.
He sighed.
Am I... falling for him? he thought, embarrassed to even think of it. Hmm. But... I don't like guys... do I? He shook his head to clear it somewhat, the warm Ooo breeze slightly ruffling his hair. He took a bite out of the red apple that he had brought up with him. He relished the sweet taste of it.
Is this what the colour red tastes like to vampire-demons? he mused, or does it taste even better? Does it taste completely different?
He wondered.
Probably.
Finn was so deep in thought that he didn't realise Jake behind him. "You okay, fella?" Jake suddenly asked.
Finn jumped. "Oh! Oh, hey Jake."
"Whatcha thinking bout?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
"You must have been thinking about something."
"It doesn't matter. Don't worry about it."
"Aw, c'mon dude, you gotta tell me now!"
"No, it doesn't matter."
"Was it about... Marcelinnnne?" Jake grinned.
"Wha- no dude! Shut up!"
"You llllike her..."
"I do not!"
"How many girls have you got crushes on now? Three? Four?"
"Oh shut up dude, only Flame Princess."
"She is pretty hot."
"Dude that's racist!"
"Nah dude, I'm just joking around."
The two sat in silence for a while.
After several minutes of just thinking, Finn softly blurted out, "I'm going to dump FP."
Jake looked around at him, wide-eyed. "Bro, what?"
"I have to."
"Why?"
"I just..." Finn couldn't tell Jake about Marshall Lee. His mind searched frantically for a reason, grabbing only threads of weak or nonsensical logic. "I just... don't feel the way I used to feel."
And he realised that that wasn't only a way to get out of this awkward moment - but that it was also true.
He sighed heavily. Somehow he felt like a weight on his chest had been moved - not removed just yet, but moved to a more comfortable place. He felt that the only way to completely remove this weight was indeed to get out of the relationship he was currently in.
"Bro, seriously? That sucks, man."
"Yeah. I know."
"When'll you do it?"
"Whenever I next see her."
"At the wizard battle? Dude, you asked her on a date there."
"Yeah. I know."
"You can't break up with a chick on the date you asked her on!"
"Well it's gonna happen bro."
Jake breathed in to say something, but decided against it. "Good luck, dude. Hopefully she won't explode."
"Like when I kissed her."
"Yeah."
Marshall Lee tried to relax in the lumpy, hard hospital bed. He tried fluffing up his pillow, shifting his position to his side, and even floating - to no avail. He was too weak to float for an extended period of time, and all hospital beds were just uncomfortable.
He had been force-fed a dinner of mushed-up red stuff - eat your veggies, Doctor Princess had said, It'll make you stronger. Well it didn't seem to be working very well so far, did it?
Marshall hated hospitals - always had, always will. It wasn't the feeling that he had no control over what happened to him, not the fear of operations - but how clean they were, and how little red there was in the ward. Of course, Marshall lived off the colour red; it was the only thing that made him full. Any other foods either made him retch or just didn't fill him up at all. If he didn't get any red into his system he would go mad, baying for blood just so he could drink some more of it. Anyone who came near him in that state would be destroyed with no remorse nor reason.
Marshall fluffed up his pillow once again. Can't they make beds a little more comfier in hospitals? he thought to himself, disgruntled, I'm paying for all of this. With a sudden exultation of air, he called to Doctor Princess. "Hey, Doctor!" he yelled sarcastically, "I don't suppose you could make this bed any less comfy than it already is?"
He sighed, all the fight in him gone. This food was making him second-guess himself all the time. He felt like he had bipolar disorder.
All Marshall thought about now was Finn. The cutest, bravest and most heroic person he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. He smiled, beginning to drift off into a happy sleep.
And now I've got to make him mine.
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