Once Bitten Twice Shy (Marshall Lee x Reader)

2: To Hiding Evidence!

Marshall Lee panted as the bodies laid around him.

"No one touches my Red." He mumbled to himself. "Even if she isn't red anymore..."

Now he had to figure out what to do with these bodies. Admittedly, he always did this in such a panic that he never thought it through. When it had been just one or two Banana Guards, it was easy to dispose of the candy corpses. But now that it was six... it was getting complicated. He certainly couldn't eat them all by himself. And he didn't have the time to bury them all.

He sat down on the rocks to think.

"Woah, what happened here?" A deep voice spoke up, scaring him into a hiss. It was twilight now and although he didn't need a parasol, his skin burned and he wasn't in a good mood. "Chill, homie."

"Oh, Flame Prince." Marshall Lee regained his composure. Here was a guy who could be useful. "Could you do me a favor? Are you busy?"

"I'm just on my way to see Fionna. Will it be quick?" 

The guy was lacking a bit in the feelings area; meaning that the dead Banana Guards didn't really bother him. And so Marshall Lee took the dive with his next question.

"Can you burn these candy corpses up? I don't want Red to get upset. I don't know what happened to them, but no one likes when they get all melty in the sun." He explained calmly.

"Yeah, sure." Flame Prince shrugged. It would take literally half a second for him to light them on fire. "Watch out."

With a flick of the wrist, the corpses went up and flames and Marshall Lee smiled.

"Thanks man! Big help." Marshall grinned. "See ya!"

"Hey, Fionna wants to hang out with the fox-girl. Misses her. Come by with her in a bit? We're having a movie night." He invited both Marshall Lee and you out. "Or just let her know."

Marshall Lee nodded but was already on his way.

I already have plans with her. They won't take her away from me. Not again. He thought to himself. My Red. My Red. My Red. I gotta come up with a new song for you!

He hummed as he floated home.

Meanwhile, you were in the living room, also trying to come up with some song lyrics.

"VAMPIRE TIME! Come on, grab your bass! Let's travel through some time and space. Mawshee the King and Red the Queen, the love it will never end (no really; never), it's vampire TIME!" You sung playfully to yourself.

"Now see, you said not to call you Red and here even you call yourself that." Marshall Lee leaned against the doorway.

"I can't help it! It's easier to sing that than YN or Foxy sometimes." You admitted. "And Black sucks."

"Ah, we can work around it." He floated over to you and planted a kiss on your forehead.

"Parade?" You inquired.

"Nah. Just marching practice." He shrugged. "Want me to lay down some chords?"

"Who was marching?"

"No one special."

"Why would someone practice marching? That's odd. Was it guards?" You asked.

"Why do you care?" Marshall frowned. "Do you want to do this or not?"

"Of course I do! I just was wondering..." You huffed. "I get bored in here."