So uh, just another random crack pairing. (Originally a oneshot) I believe the pairing is called Bubblegrab or pink lemonade…something like that, so enjoy!

The Earl of Lemongrab rode out on the honorable Lemon horse, in the direction of the Candy Kingdom. He'd been meaning to arrive much earlier, but somehow found himself putting it off. He wanted to make amends with the princess. After all, she was his creator, his "mother", in a sense. He stopped just outside the city gates. Perhaps this was a bad idea. Maybe he should turn around, forget the whole thing. Yes, that's it. He started to turn Lemon horse around, but then the gates opened.

The Earl took a deep breath, and moved forward.

"Your highness," peppermint butler called to Princess Bubblegum. She looked up from her desk.

"Yes peppers?" He cleared his throat and adjusted his bow tie nervously.

"Erm, the Earl of Lemongrab wishes to eh, speak to you."

The princess's eyes flickered briefly. She looked at the butler, at her paperwork, and back at him. She sighed.

"Tell him to enter if he must."

The Earl nervously adjusted his attire. He probably should go. She didn't want to see him. He should turn around and leave. His brain cried out, leave! Get out of there before you hurt yourself! But his heart was telling him, go on! You want to see her! Take a chance and confess to her! He decided to wait for her answer. Peppermint butler came through the wooden doors to nod at him.

"You may enter."

Lemongrab's stomach flip flopped. He walked through the doors and found himself standing next to her. She nodded slightly, and motioned for peppermint butler to leave the room. The princess cleared her throat.

"Earl." She said in an annoyed tone, but not without dignity.

"Princess..." he started him didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure how to put what he meant into words. Then he got an idea.

"Princess, would you join me in a game of karaoke?"

He knew she wouldn't turn him down. The princess loved to sing. Her eyes flickered, and then softened slightly.

"Of course."

They had a few servants pull out the karaoke machine, which hadn't been used in a while. He bowed and motioned for her to pick first. The princess, in all her beauty and grace ascended the royal stage they'd set up, and asked him to come up with her. He did, and she began.

"I know you've been hurt by,

Someone else

I can tell by the way

You carry yourself

If you'll let me,

Here's what I'll do

I'll take care of you

I've loved and I've lost…"

They sang. Their voices drifting together, intertwining with every verse. This was all he'd ever wanted, for her to except him, to care about him, to acknowledge him in a sense without royalty. He wanted nothing more than to break the royal boundaries. The gates of insecurity and utter disdain that kept them apart. He wanted to be hers, but mostly, he just wanted her love.

The song ended much too early.

The princess smiled at him. A smile so sad and bitterly sour, he wondered for a moment if she was the lemon-candy being and not him. He wanted to say something. To touch her, to comfort her in some way, but he didn't know how. He wished he did. He wished with all his sour heart that he knew the right words to say. The moves to make, the songs to sing, the gifts to give, the volume to use, the right time to tell her.

The right time to give her the ring.

He loved Bubblegum with all his heart. But she would never love him back. And so he sent a sad smile her way, bowed, and turned to leave.

"Earl? Where are you going, sourpuss?" he flinched at the old nickname. It brought back memories.

Painful memories. There was one. He stood for a moment as the memory surfaced and found its way to consciousness.

Two years ago…

"Princess!" the earl cried in ecstatic happiness, running up to his creator with all the eagerness of a small child. She turned from her garden to look at him.

"Yes?" she smiled, looking into his cupped hands to reveal a small green inchworm. It inched up his arm, and he giggled in a childlike manor. The princess smiled at the Earl, he was still so young.

She'd created him a week ago, and hoped that she could somehow work out his attitude, find a way to renew her creation. Peppermint butler had told her to do away with him.

"He's a sour being! Creating such a thing in a world as sweet as ours can only bring trouble for you and your people!" The princess had cried out in horror. Take the life of her own creation? How horribly morbid! She loved her butler, and trusted his wisdom, but she couldn't possibly kill this being!

"One month!" she pleaded. "Give me one month to adjust him, and if he is not well enough by then, well…" she took a breath. "Then I'll get rid of him."

Now they were in the royal gardens. The inchworm crawled along his arm, and suddenly stopped.

"Huh?" asked a curious Lemongrab. The worm suddenly became very alarmed and sent out nervous vibrations, whooooooooowwww it called.

"Ahhhh!" he screamed, casting the creature into the nearby bushes. Only, he didn't stop screaming. He continued, waving his arms about in a wild manor, the princess' smile descended into a deep frown, her brow furrowed. His screaming stalled to a halt, as he noticed her disapproving gaze. He hugged her, acting as though he were truly remorseful, a child begging for forgiveness engulfed in an innocence most would not understand.

But Bubblegum did understand, and she stroked his shoulder as they sat down under a nearby tree. She sighed.

"What am I going to do with you, sourpuss?" she asked, and he only looked at her, sadly.

"I'm sorry, princess."

He said looking her in the eyes. "Please don't send me away, I'll do better, I promise!" he cried.

One month.

One month came and went, and it was with a heavy heart and teary eyes Princess Bonnibell Bubblegum said goodbye to the Earl. She had him sent off to his own Earldom, and he went, with a stony gaze and a sour heart, he headed off away from the Candy Kingdom.

But that was two years ago. And now he stood, ready to leave again. To walk out of her life once more, but she'd called him back. She wanted him to stay. He took a deep breath. It was now or never.

He whirled around to face her, and dropped to one knee. He fumbled with the box that held his future.

"Princess, will you marry me?"

He held his breath. Seconds ticked by, and the princess only stood there. Staring at him. He bit his lip. He knew it was a stupid idea. He never should've come. He slowly stood up, and it took everything in him not to lash out, to scream and hit and run around wildly. But he held himself together. Tears formed in his eyes, and he backed away, out the door. The wooden doors to the castle closed shut as the Earl left and mounted his Lemon horse.

The princess couldn't grasp what had happened. The Earl had proposed to her. Why hadn't she responded? Now he thought she'd turned him down!

Yes!

"Yes" she whispered suddenly. Reality struck her. He was leaving! She ran out the doors of the castle, past her bewildered guards, past a few curious candy children, and past starchy talking to her butler.

"Earl!" she cried waving for him, running up to him as he was just starting off on his steed.

"wha-?" he asked suddenly. But he was cut off as she pressed her lips to his, and caught him off guard. But he kissed her back, her sweet bubblegum lips on his sour ones. And everything was perfect again, the way things should be. She slipped the ring on her finger.

Peppermint butler glared from his spot next to the gravedigger. Sour and sweet don't mix. Something or someone was going to stop this wedding he decided. And if you want something done right you have to do it yourself. Even if it meant getting rid of the groom, the hard way.

I love this. So much. =.= I was just gonna leave it that the Earl left or maybe at the end he woke up from a dream or something. But this instead. Did you guys like it? Did it suck? There are only like, two stories with the Earl of Lemongrab, and in both he's the bad guy. I wanted to try something different anyway. Can't wait for more Lemongrab in season four!

The song PB started singing is "Take Care" by Drake, ft. Rihanna.