Marshall Lee Fanfiction

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I wake hours later in the middle of night. I see Marshall smiling down at me and kisses me. I kiss back and then stand, walking over to my dresser, realizing I was wrong last night and this was my room. I realize I have all my clothes at the palace because that's where I normally am. I sigh, not wanting to stay in a skin tight dress any longer. I notice that Marshall is distracted with his thoughts and his shirt is on the floor. I scoop it up, running to the bathroom and changing into it.

I button it up, but it still shows a little of my bra, but not an insane amount. The flannel goes down to mid-thigh so it doesn't bother me. I grin, loving being out of that horrid dress and into something warm and cozy, even if it's my crush's. I walk out, seeing Marshall eye me up and down as I walk past him, going into the living room where everyone else passed out on the floor. I laugh, shaking my head as Marshall walks out shirtless, his jeans hanging low. He chuckles, following me into the kitchen.

I toss him an apple, which he sucks the red from as I suck the candy redness out of some candy. I toss the emptied candy piece out the window and I change into a small bat, flapping as I go around Marshall before changing back and being upside down from his shoulder, the flannel falling towards face as I scramble to get off of him. He kisses my thigh and I screech, flipping off of him while blushing, my hair crazy as if I had done 'it' with someone when I had just woken up. Marshall's is the same.

Cake walks in and sees a tear falling, but Marshall doesn't notice. She notices the hair and me wearing his shirt. She shakes her head and leads me into my bedroom. She sits me down and goes to Fionna's adventure pack, pulling out a pair of my jeans and a tank-top with a piece of candy and a fanged boy biting it. She helps me out of his shirt, I keep my thighs closed together as I shake.

"I saw everything. I know you didn't like that, honey. Do you want me to tell PG?" she helps me into my shirt and jeans. She sits me in front of my vanity, taking up a brush and unbraiding my hair, brushing it along the way. I shake my head, but stop.

"I-I guess. I mean he probably should know, just tell him something happened and I don't want to talk or worry about it. Thanks for helping me, Cake." I smile as another tear falls.

"It's not a problem, honey. Come on, let's get you outside for a while." Cake helps me up and I shake my head.

"No, you need to sleep, Cake." She shakes her head and walks with me out to the living room, where Marshall is floating idly. Cake looks from me to him. I'm staring at his chest and i think I may be drooling a little. Cake steps on my foot and I come to my senses. She takes my hand and rushes me out the door, Marshall looking after us then deciding to follow, but invisibly. 

"Now, honey, I'm gonna ask you a few things. Answer honestly or not at all if you don't want to." I nod at her words, still unaware of Marshall Lee. "Okay, do you like him?"

"Yes." I say with confidence.

"Do you love love him?"

I nod, blushing.

"Did you want him to kiss your thigh like that?"

I shake my head, tears pricking my eyes.

"Is it because of him?"

The tears fall at all the memories. I scratch at my arms, all the scars I hide with my make-up. Cake holds my hands and I fall to my knees, sobbing harshly in her arms.

Marshall's POV

I did this to her. I made her cry like this.

Tears leak from my eyes as I make myself visible to her. I come down to my feet and walk over to her. Cake looks up at me and nods, backing away and walking to the house. I take Twilight in my arms. She snuggles to my chest, sobbing quietly as I let the silent tears fall from my crimson eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Princess. I'm so sorry," I cry into her hair and she shakes her head.

"Don't you dare apologize, Marshall Lee Abadeer. Don't you dare." She whines, looking up at me with tears and a smile. "None of this is your fault. None of it. It's... It's..." She covers her mouth as if she didn't want to continue, or she wanted to and her mind wouldn't let her. She cries harder as she claws and scratches at her arms. I pin her arms away from herself, seeing all the scars and singe-marks.

"Flame Prince." I say softly, she stops struggling and just clutches me as if her life depended on it. I lift her and begin to fly home, never taking her away from my body once. When we reach home, the tears on my face have stopped and so have hers, now she's just slowly breathing on my bare chest, sound asleep.

"So, she told you." I hear Cake behind me as I lay the princess in her bed, covering her. I turn around and nod. She tosses me my shirt and I shrug it on, not bothering to button it. "Her brother and her mother know and that's it. So, would you like me to tell them that now you know?" I shake my head, not wanting to bother with all the drama, only my priceless princess.

"No, I only want to handle Twilight on my own." With that, I rub Cake's head and go to find Prince Gumball awake, but Fionna asleep in his arms. I smile at them, fangs and all. Gumball surveys me suspiciously.

"What do you know about her past?" He asks suddenly. I sigh, looking at him.

"I know what Flame Prince has done to her." I say honestly. He nods and lifts Fionna.

"Well, sunrise is coming, so we should be going. Be careful with her, alright? I'll see you at the palace tonight." Then he takes Fi and Cake out and begins riding on cake all the way home.