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For the longest time, Marshal had always had everything at his fingertips. Being the Vampire King and over a thousand years old, he always got his way. Always. And if he wanted something, he got it. No questions asked. But for a long while, he felt as though something were...missing.
It bugged the vampire greatly. He had everything. EVERYTHING. So why did he feel...incomplete? Like there was something missing from his life. Marshall had tried to buy, steal, and earn anything he could to make the feeling go away. But it never did.
When Fionna came in, he thought by taking away the Tree Fort, Cake, and anything she had could make him feel better. But it didn't. Not even anything with the Gumwad or any of their other stupid friends helped. It frustrated him.
One night while the two had their weekly movie night, the vampire glanced at her. Marshall thought about telling Fionna, but he didn't think she'd get it. The two shared a blanket and bowl of popcorn as some black and white movie played on BMO.
He had lost track and interest in the movie ages ago. But the blonde had kept up her interest, so he kept his mouth shut. He wanted to bring up his problem. He knew she could probably help him out in some way. But his ego got the best of him.
Marshall's attention was snapped from his thoughts when he felt pressure against his shoulder. He glanced down to see Fionna had fallen asleep against him. He turned BMO off and tugged her onto him so she could use his chest as a pillow and laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.
After a moment of silence, he realized the feeling that had been bugging him was gone. Completely and utterly gone. He felt complete and more than satisfied with everything in his life. But how? What-?
He looked down at the sleeping adventuress on him and it clicked. She was what was missing in his life. Was it really that simple? Marshall played with the blonde locks that fell over her shoulders, a smile growing on his face. It was funny how he had been searching his whole life to find what was missing when really it was right there in his arms the whole time.
It bugged the vampire greatly. He had everything. EVERYTHING. So why did he feel...incomplete? Like there was something missing from his life. Marshall had tried to buy, steal, and earn anything he could to make the feeling go away. But it never did.
When Fionna came in, he thought by taking away the Tree Fort, Cake, and anything she had could make him feel better. But it didn't. Not even anything with the Gumwad or any of their other stupid friends helped. It frustrated him.
One night while the two had their weekly movie night, the vampire glanced at her. Marshall thought about telling Fionna, but he didn't think she'd get it. The two shared a blanket and bowl of popcorn as some black and white movie played on BMO.
He had lost track and interest in the movie ages ago. But the blonde had kept up her interest, so he kept his mouth shut. He wanted to bring up his problem. He knew she could probably help him out in some way. But his ego got the best of him.
Marshall's attention was snapped from his thoughts when he felt pressure against his shoulder. He glanced down to see Fionna had fallen asleep against him. He turned BMO off and tugged her onto him so she could use his chest as a pillow and laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.
After a moment of silence, he realized the feeling that had been bugging him was gone. Completely and utterly gone. He felt complete and more than satisfied with everything in his life. But how? What-?
He looked down at the sleeping adventuress on him and it clicked. She was what was missing in his life. Was it really that simple? Marshall played with the blonde locks that fell over her shoulders, a smile growing on his face. It was funny how he had been searching his whole life to find what was missing when really it was right there in his arms the whole time.
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I stared into my cereal with a considerable lack of interrest.
"Fi, what do you wanna do today?" Cake stretched across the table. "It's a big day, you know."
"What's today?" I groaned, still tired.
"You're sixteenth birthday, girl." I shook my head and pulled off my hat, long curls grazing the floor.
"Sixteen?" I laughed. "Well, Gumball probably has something planned, don't ya think?"
Something hissed across the room and I flew out of my chair, pulling my sword free from my skirt's belt loop. "Who's there?" I asked, exasperated.
"No one." I relaxed against the chair and sighed as a smirking Marshal pulled himself out from under the
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“I don’t understand Marceline.” Finn paced agitatedly in her bedroom.
She looked at how tense he looked and how physically agitated he was. She thought of a reassuring way to make him feel better. “She is just a spoiled Princess that likes to play the role of hard to get.”
“But I don’t understand it.” He stopped pacing to look at her, “I’m older now. I can and have protected her, so it’s not like I will ever let anything hurt her. I love her and I can’t help it.”
Marceline flinched on the inside; she did this a lot when
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Came up with this in my psych class. I love these two so much.
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