Sweet Prince

Chapter I

-DISCLAIMER-

I do not own Adventure Time or any of the characters!

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Marshall sat there in the foreign silence of his quaint home inside of a huge cave, fumbling with tuning pegs of his guitar.

"So stupid.." he mumbled, half talking about the effort of tuning his guitar, but that wasn't really what was on his mind.

...

Earlier that day he had went with Fiona, cake, and Prince Gumball on an adventure to defeat the Door Lord. When music was mentioned as a key to opening the final door, of course Marshall stepped up to the plate. He began strumming, then started singing a genuine song in his deep, melodic voice, only to be stopped in his tracks by a certain pink prince.

"Marshall, that's too distasteful!" He fumed.

Marshall scowled at him, "Oh, you don't like that?" His eyes narrowed accusingly.

"Or do you just not like me?" He hissed.

Marshall had poured his heart into the song, only to realize that, upon gazing at the prince, he had a stoic and blatant stare. As if it all meant nothing to him, as if Marshall was losing his mind, as if he was just... overreacting.

Marshall suddenly felt as if he had to stop, he lowered his guitar, only to find the prince was still glaring at him. Enraged, the Vampire flew into the prince's bewildered face and snapped.

"STOP STARING AT ME! Ungh, you threw me off!"

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'Does he even care anymore..?' Marshall thought, blankly strumming on his freshly tuned guitar, 'Why do I even bother when I know it's not going to change things..?'

Finally, he sighed and put his guitar down.

"Okay, Bubba, you win! I can't take the silence anymore, I wish you'd have just pretended I never said anything instead of this! The silence is killing me.."

He confessed his feeling into the air, it didn't solve his problem, but it at least allowed him to vent a little.

"I need you.." He choked, "Even if it's as just a friend.."

He felt hot tears begin to roll down his cheeks as he shook uncontrollably. He sat on his floor and pulled his legs up to his chest, hiding his face behind them. His heart ached, it was a dull throb that he felt didn't belong there. He was the undead for Glob's sake, he was the guy everyone feared. Yet here he was, crying his eyes out for some pink dude. He stood up and put on a grey hoodie before floating out the door, his raven colored strands fixed themselves in the perfect "bed head" shape without him even touching them.

He floated out into the cool night.

Beyond the cave the full moon was high up in the sky, producing a dull glow over the land of Aaa. Marshall finally made it to the outer wall of the Candy Kingdom, where he stood on the outside staring in.

"I have to see." He sighed into the crisp air.

He became invisible and floated inside the wall, landing as he reached the bubblegum prince's balcony. Slowly, he opened the glass door and walked inside.

He walked over to the bed and stared down at the sleeping figure, his hands rested in the big pocket on the front of his hoodie.

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"Y-you kept the shirt I gave you..?" He asked, surprised.

"Yes silly, it's VERY important to me." The Sweet prince chuckled nervously.

"But you never wore it." Marshall replied hastily, trying to hide the blush that snuck it's way to his cheeks.

"I wear it all the time!" The prince said, "As pajamas."

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Marshall was looking at that very shirt, again his heart ached.

"Glob, Bubba, why..?" He whispered, trying to keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks.