A loud knock sounded on the wooden door.
No regrets.
Regret was a pointless thing. There was no point in wishing you hadn't done something that you did, because there simply wasn't anyway to change it. So really, the only option was to acknowledge that you fucked up and should've thought things through a little better and then move on.
Another knock.
Yep. No regrets.
Oh, but Glob Marshall was really, really wishing he'd thought crashing Prince Gumball's biennial ball through a little bit more.
He didn't care that pretty much all of Aaa would know that he'd essentially asked Prince Gumball out. He didn't care that his reputation might've changed just a little bit (but only a bit, right?) and he didn't care that the next time he saw Fionna, she'd be demanding answers of some sort from him.
No, no... The one, small thing that was making him wish he'd really thought the whole thing through more thoroughly was the person he'd sung the song for.
The Candy Kingdom Prince and the fact that he'd probably want to bitalk/b/i to him about it. At length.
Another loud knock hit the door sharply and Marshall flattened himself against the wall beside the door, eyes wide.
Prince Gumball was out there knocking and he really wanted to come in.
It was the day after the Biennial Ball; only about eight hours since Marshall Lee had proclaimed his feelings for the pink man and for the first time in a long time, the Vampire King was genuinely... afraid. There was a tightness in his throat and a strange tingling in the tips of his fingers that he was sure had nothing to do with his eating some red that was more on the purple side.
"Marshall Lee!" Another knock, along with a sharp shout of his name.
Marshall's fingernails scratched into the wall behind him as his fingers curled. Licking dry lips, the vampire looked at the ceiling for inspiration, ran a hand through his hair, swung himself back to the door and-
"Well, look who's here. The Royal Sweetness himself."
Crossing his arms (to hide the slight tremor), Marshall arched a slim eyebrow and gave Gumball a crooked smile.
The Prince responded with a distinctly unimpressed expression (though his cheeks were pinker than usual).
Then came the silence. It settled heavily between them with Prince Gumball looking the Vampire King up and down, face completely unreadable, as though he were waiting for something.
Marshall Lee on the other hand, was leaning casually against the door frame, lazy grin about his lips and desperately trying to keep various parts of his face from twitching in anxiety.
"Sooo-" He began, simply wanting to break the silence.
"Might I come in?"
Oh. That was what the Prince had been waiting for.
"Uhh... Well~" Marshall drawled, looking at a place above Prince Gumball's head so that he wouldn't have to watch the way his pink eyes narrowed and he wouldn't have to look at the ever darkening frown on the mans otherwise smooth face.
"Marshall Lee..." Gumball began, a hard edge to his voice. The vampire merely laughed at him and floated out of the doorway.
"Chill, Gummy." He jerked his thumb backwards, gesturing for the Prince to enter.
When the door clicked shut, Marshall took a few seconds longer than necessary to turn around. His hand lingered on the doorknob, fingers trembling on the rusted metal.
Okay. He could do this. He was the Vampire King and therefore he was perfectly capable of talking about feelings. He was ready.
"And what brin...gs... Uh..."
He was not ready.
The intense look Prince Gumball was giving him from four feet away had stolen the words right out of Marshall's throat.
Gumball lifted a finger, the sharp gesture effectively cutting off any sort of stammered recovery attempt Marshall might've tried.
"You are going to think about your next words to me Marshall Lee. They may very well be the last you ever utter in my presence."
Marshall wasn't trembling anymore. He seemed frozen in place by the look Prince Gumball had fixed on him. It was a charged, dangerous stare that made the vampire afraid to even blink. He couldn't tell what was going on the Candy Prince's mind. For once he couldn't read what those pink eyes were telling him; he didn't know what to do.
He didn't know what to say.
"I..."
He was the Vampire King Globdammit! Not some pansy child from the flower kingdom with a crush!
Crossing his arms once again and hovering slightly into the air, Marshall Lee met Gumball's eyes and his lips curled into his crooked little smile.
"I thought I'd said everything last night." He floated closer to the Prince. "Was I not clear, your Majesty?"
Pink eyes narrowed.
"Marshall, you-"
"Do you need me to repeat it?" Hovering in front of the pink man, slightly above his head, Marshall eyed the perfectly straight crown sitting atop Gumball's pink hair. Reaching up, he touched the it, knocking it slightly askew.
"Marshall Lee! What-" A grey hand grabbed the pink one that was intent on straightening the crown back out.
"It looks better that way."
The vampires feet touched the ground and he straightened, holding Gumball's hand firmly. The Prince was barely an inch taller than he was and for once, it was his turn to be without words.
Cocking his head to the side, Gumball's eyebrows furrowed in question and he looked at their hands, cheeks starting to darken.
"Seriously. And lavender makes you look like the Lumpy Space Prince."
The frown softened and a smile began tugging at pink lips.
"...It does not."
"Okay, maybe not... All lumps and shit, but." Putting his hands behind his head, Marshall Lee leaned back and slowly floated backwards, eyes closed. "S'not your colour dude."
A quiet laugh bubbled into the air and Marshall opened one black eye.
"Whatever am I going to do with you Marshall Lee?" Gumball sighed, his arms were loosely crossed and the rigidness had gone from his body. There was a smile on his lips and he was looking at him in a way that would've made the vampire's heart skip a beat (had it any beats to skip).
Marshall grinned.
"Date me?" He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"It's either that or bury you in a hole somewhere I suppose."
"Then I'd just come back and haunt you."
"You already do."
"...Touché."
"Did you mean it, Marshall?" Gumball's voice had gotten serious again.
The vampire closed both eyes and and smiled, arms still behind his head.
"Yeah... lavender looks terrible on you."
"Marshall!" There was a hand fisting in his shirt, jerking him forward. Just like the night before, their noses were practically touching and Gumballs breath was dusting over Marshall's face, warming the cool skin.
"I know I'm not fucking perfect Gumball, but I-"
"Wouldn't change a thing."
Hand still curled in Marshall's shirt, Prince Gumball made sure the vampire wouldn't run away like he had the night before.
Marshall Lee was uncouth, rough around the edges and could get on his nerves like no one else could. He was walking nightmare with little to no censor, deplorable housekeeping skills, no table manners and a nasty habit of terrifying anyone he came into contact with at least once; perfect was definitely not a word one would use to describe the Vampire King.
Warm pink lips crashed against cold grey ones.
Less than perfect, was perfect for Prince Gumball.
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