A/N: Sorry i didnt respond to your reviews last time guys i was just really really really tired cuz i had come off of an overnight shift and posted before i went to sleep. anywho, thank you ALL so much and abiddon- i hadn't actually thought of the spakly vampires thing i just thought "what sort of prank would PG plan" And a whole mess of pink, glitter, and science popped into my head. but the sparkly vampire thing is now going to be put to use so thank you. and once again thanks to all my reviewers. the story is about to get a bit more serious in a minute. not so much this chapter but the next has some things that may be uncomfortable for people so yeah. i guess i'll put another warning up then

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She had obviously taken a long time to set up this debacle, Gumball was equal parts impressed and horrified. She had had her snow golems stuff him into a blue tux. Blue. Maybe blue worked for Fionna but it was positively not Gumball's color. Not at all. His attempts at trying to reason with the snow golems were also quite a disaster. Calmly he stated his case and pleaded to be let go only to be stared at with vapid eyes and a strange, babbling sort of nonsense. It was quite vexing, especially on top of his already frayed temper.

So there he stood, In a tux that made his skin look purple, freezing to his core, handcuffed to the alter, and worst of all, his prank idea was going to waste and he needed to be rescued. Again. He released a frustrated breath and leaned down so he could massage the bridge of his nose to try to release the tension in his brain. Maybe he could figure a way out of this himself if he just had time to think. He heaved a great sigh and looked around. Everything was glittering, smooth, cold ice. Nothing that would help at all. Just then the door at the far end of the great hall he was standing in flew open.

Holding a white bouquet in her hand and smiling widely the Ice Queen began to slowly walk down the aisle, her white heels clicking on the icy floor. Gumball stared stupidly at the layers of chiffon and satin that draped ever so elegantly on the woman that he so despised. He had to admit she certainly picked a nice dress. Shaking those evil thoughts from his mind he stood rigid once more and turned away from the woman of his nightmares, crossing his arms as best as he could (which wasn't very effective at all) and glared crossly at the wall.
One of the penguins was playing the typical song (rather poorly in Gumballs opinion; which only served to agitate him further) as the Ice Queen strutted herself down the aisle. He snuck another peek out of the corner of his eye. She was actually tearing up. The prince felt sick. She was happy at the prospect of a forced union. As she came to a stop next to the prince she beamed at him and he grimaced.

Marshall Lee was bored. Even in a bed that smelled of Fionna, sleeping in the candy kingdom was just weird. Like conversations-with-his-mom-about-sex weird, and it really doesn't get much more weird than that. So instead of restlessly turning over and over in a pink bed he decided to explore around the castle. If you replace "explore" with "snoop" and "the castle" with "Gumball's room" anyway. The vampire dug through the missing princes desk, searching, perhaps, for a diary or maybe some weird candy porn. Truth was, Marsh had no idea what he expected to find in the prissy princes pink bedroom.

He slammed the last drawer on the desk and huffed in annoyance. It was literally flawlessly organized. Not a pen out of place, nothing incriminating or naughty. He floated over to the bedside table and rifled through the drawer there and again came up empty handed. He scratched his head in thought, mindlessly looking around the room, eyes coming to rest on the closet.

Fionna huffed, out of breath after running at top speed towards the Ice Kingdom. I don't remember the Ice Kingdom being so far away. This would go so much faster if only Cake were here. She snapped her fingers.
"Cake!" She sifted through the contents of her bag, searching for her communication crystal. Finding it she held it up and enthusiastically yelled Cake's name at it and a 3D projection of the cat appeared from it.

"Hi!" the projected feline began.

"Cake! I know you're with Mochro but-"

"If you're hearing this I'm unable to reach my crystal..." Fionna groaned and scrubbed a hand down her face. She chucked the useless crystal away from her (far, far away), strapped her back pack on, and resumed haulin' buns towards the Ice Kingdom and the prince in need of rescue.

The snow golem priest rambled on in it's gibberish while the Ice Queen tittered girlishly. The thing turned its massive, round head towards its master and mumbled something that was still incoherent. The woman tittered some more and blushed, turning her face demurely away from Gumball.

"I do."

The golem then repeated the same bunch of nonsense at the prince. He looked from a blank face to an expectant one and then back, unsure of what to say.

"Well?" The Ice Queen prompted him, growing impatient. Gumball frowned unhappily.

"I most certainly do not wish to marry you." The Ice Queen just laughed.

"Oh dear, of course you do! What a funny joke." She stroked his face and turned to the golem. "He does."

"I most certainly do not" His Gummy Majesty stated, pulling once again at his cuffs before the Ice Queen magically silenced him with some ice. More awkward noises meant to be words left the things mouth and frosty lips were being pressed to his, his face held in place by two ice-cold hands. He spluttered indignantly as she melted the alter and removed him bodily from the room. She began to climb the stairs with a struggling Gumball on her shoulders.

"Where are you taking me?" Gumball was becoming increasingly unsettled with every step upwards they took.

"Why to our love nest, Gummy Bear. Where else would we consummate our love?" She cooed at him. He shivered and fought back the urge to wretch. He was certain that Fionna was coming. She'd be here any minute now to stop this right? He shuddered again as the Ice Queens heels clacked on the last stair and he heard a door creak open.

He rooted through the closet throwing clothing everywhere. As he suspected, there was only one shirt (crammed into the very back of the closet by the way) that was not some shade pink or purple. It was the black one he'd given the candy royal, and it was shoved into the back of the closet to get all wrinkled and junk. Marshall tossed it over his shoulder to land with the other clothing. Next he moved to the dresser and again found nothing. He sighed and flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, blowing at and playing with a piece of hair that fell in his face. Was the candied teen really, really that perfect? He couldn't be. It's got to be some sort of illegal to not have anything embarrassing to hide.

Just then the door started to open, probably the staff. However, Marshall certainly did not want to get caught going through the prissy boy's personal things so he quietly slipped under the bed while the maid went about cleaning up the royal chambers.

When the maid was gone and the coast was clear, Marshall Lee began to slide out from under the bed. His foot hit something and caused the stack of whtever-it-was to fall over. Bingo. The vampire rubbed his hands together in anticipation and then pulled the fallen stack of what he assumed was magazines out from under the bed.

And they were magazines. Marshall snorted and put a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. He leafed through the top one- which was dog-eared and tabbed and had little notes all over it- and with every note Marshall's laughter got a little less stifled untill he was rolling around in the air howling with laughter. His Royal Majesty of the Candy Kingdom secretly enjoyed lolita clothing. No wonder he had Peps dress Fi in all those disgusting frills. He leafed through the rest of the magazines and laughed. He's never going to hear the end of this!