A/N: Hello! I'm finally back with the third and final chapter of my first fanfiction! I'm really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really sorry the updates have been really really really really really slow! But it's finally out! Yaaaaay! I really hope you guys would like this chapter, it's a bit long and I had a bit of trouble writing it, but I hope it paid off! Enjoy!

"Have you seen it? At night?"

The prince looked up at the vampire, who's face seemed to give off a gentle glow under the moonlight, and shook his head. "No, not at all."

Marshall Lee chuckled to himself, "You've missed out quite a bit there. It's amazing."

Gumball puffed his cheeks. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't go out. Thanks to curfews and royal bedtimes, he couldn't visit all the pretty looking places at night. Because of that, the prince often wondered what beauties the kingdom held at night.

"What is there, though?"

"Oh, a lot of things. Go see for yourself, sir."

Not too far out, the meadow was visible, but not very. The petals of the marshmallow flowers appeared softer than ever in this scenery, still the purest of white and fluffy, like reflecting the innocence of a child. Everything was calm, with only the wind's swift yet gentle movement breaking through the land.

"...I don't see it," said Gumball, squinting into the distance. "There doesn't seem to be anything special."

"Then how bout we get down there for a closer look?" Marshall looked at the fields below them, then turned to the prince, grinning.

Gumball immediately wrapped his hands around Marshall's neck, grabbing on tightly, with his body suddenly becoming stiff.

"Don't drop me again, please, I beg of you."

"Gee, I wouldn't dream of it," the vampire said sarcastically, but obeying the prince's wishes, gently landed into the marshmallows and put Gumball upright on his two gummy feet.

"...I still don't see it."

Marshall sighed and ran his fingers through his jet black hair as he sat down on the soft fields. "Give it time, and take a seat while you're at it."

Gumball glanced at the soft marshmallow flowers below him. They were all very familiar to him, but right now, in the dark, he wasn't so sure if it was safe or not. He didn't really know how to explain it, but it just seemed so foreign to him, somehow.

"What's the matter? Lich bit your bottom?" the older male chuckled, seeing that the prince was looking down at the fields uncomfortably.

Gumball flushed into a deeper shade of pink. He was certainly not used to being joked with an enemy like this, especially not when it was a joke referring to his backside. "It did not! Marshall, why- ugh, nevermind!" he sighed and let his body weight fall onto the patch of sweets.

Marshall chuckled, then it was silent.

…...

The wind howled softly, then more silence.

…...

The leaves of flowers rustled a bit, maybe enough to startle someone for a moment, silence.

…...

The young prince shifted uncomfortably in his seating area. How awkward to be waiting for something you don't know, and with a man like Marshall, no less! He needed to start the conversation, but about what? Something they both take interest in, though it was kind of impossible.

"Hey, Marshall-"

"Lich really got your butt? I saw you squirming," Marshall repeated the joke, adding a cackle at the end of it this time. He was replied with a, to him, weak slap to his upper arm. Princely strength was so short ranged.

"Did you, by any chance, bring your..." Gumball stumbled to find the word. What was it called? Guitar? Ukelele? Some relation to that. "Uh-"

"Yeah, I brought my bass. More like I kind of left it here before coming to get you," the vampire seemed to read the prince's thoughts, hovering over and diving into a patch of marshmallows before emerging back up again with his sleek red bass-axe.

Gumball became speechless. He didn't really expect him to have his bass, for whatever reason would he use it for? Certainly he wasn't going to sing a song to him, that would just be awkward and...well...gay, and it would probably be a song titled something along the lines of "Ten Things I Hate About the Candy Prince", something he definitely did not need right now, and would cause him to break down, maybe, subjecting him to further humiliation and distress.

Marshall started to hit a few low notes on his instrument. "So, what do you want me to play? I can tell you like my music," he grinned, a small glint of sarcasm reflected in his smooth voice.

The younger teen thought for a bit, then frowned. What did he want to hear the other play? What kind of music did he even like? He didn't know. He didn't have much appreciation for music. He wasn't musically inclined, and could mess up playing even the triangle, and he didn't even recall listening to music much.

"You're such a pain, gummy-butt."

Gumball heard the pitch of the bass change (higher or lower, he couldn't tell).

The next thing he knew, words and tune were coming out of Marshall Lee's mouth so smoothly and naturally like cake batter.

Flying by those airy days

Where each day is the same

When you were gone that space started making me uneasy

Well 'nuff said anyway, my life just stays the same

Even alone I know all the answers to the problems

Aah

As I ran through those hazy days

There must have been a change

I couldn't see your tree in the forest of the problems

That shade of your flowing hair

That smile, without a care

You know that I will never ever forge-

"Look!"

Gumball quickly withdrew back his pointing hand to cover his mouth. Damn it! Way to go, Gumball. All your princely respect toward others has gone down the drain never to return ever again. He didn't have to be so terribly rude as to interrupt Marshall's song, but the sight that illuminated the perfect backdrop behind the vampire was far too marvelous to behold.

Slightly stunned and taken aback by the sudden outburst, Marshall turned around to get a look at what pinky had been pointing to, in which he broke into a playful grin.

"Out at last, I see. What perfect timing," he said, hovering back to his original seat.

"What are they?" Gumball asked in awe, so much that he was almost short of breath.

They were small, no larger than the size of a neat fingernail, and there were thousands, close to tens of them. Each individual gave off a soft white glow that varied in luminosity every second while floating gently into the dark night sky, which already had stars splashed across.

These things- or creatures, to put it nicely- were fascinating, Gumball thought.

Marshall looked at the other funny and blinked a few times in surprise. "You don't know what these are? It's more or less general knowledge, hello-o? Did the Lich eat your brain?"

"Enough with the Lich jokes already, Marshall!"

"All right, all right! But you really should know," the older teen cupped one of the glows in his palms, "they're fireflies."

...Oh. Maybe he'd read up about them a very long time ago, when he was a child, maybe, that he could not recall the facts about these anymore. He hadn't even seen any pictures of them, and the descriptions read were very vague. He wasn't very interested or keen on seeing them, anyway, as he was more of a chemistry-science person than a biology-science person.

"...Fireflies."

"Yeah, you know, butterflies that look like they've been set on fire? Still completely edible, too," Marshall released the butter to flutter away.

...How mean. Eating an innocent creature.

"What, you don't like them?" Marshall asked.

The younger teen could've swore he saw a somewhat anxious and/or disappointed look on the other's face. Gumball shook his head and smiled. " I think they're beautiful."

"And you daresay you rule over this kingdom," Marshall chuckled, putting a pale arm around Gumball, who paid it no mind at all.

He had to admit, he liked staying like this. He could do it forever. This was fun, not exactly in a way that you go out on an adventure like the way Fionna does, but in a sense that you just feel the pleasure of it all. A peaceful night off, a wonderful sight of arrayed of lights which patterned the sky. It was like he was a little kid again, staying up late and sneaking out of the palace grounds, fascinated with the night sky and just gazing up at it until he fell asleep, then carried back into the palace and tucked into bed when he fell asleep.

It was completely being relived again. He cuddled up against Marshall, trying to hide from the cold night air. He could feel Marshall's soft breathing against his hair and his arm tighten around Gumball's waist. He couldn't see Marshall's face in his position, but he had a strong hunch that he was smiling. Gumball took a deep breath and closed his eyes...

"Wake up, we're back."

Gumball opened his eyes groggily and rubbed them a bit. He could feel Marshall's arm under his knees and supporting Gumball's back. The air was still colder, if not, colder-they were probably in the air again.

The prince tilted his head up at his companion. "I thought..."

"You fell asleep. Boy, was it hard to pry you off me after that," Marshall answered the incomplete question with a chuckle.

…...

"It's half past eleven, so I figured that I should get you home."

…...

"H-hey! Don't fall asleep again! And don't snuggle up against me like I'm your teddy bear or something!" Marshall jerked into a throwing motion, which effectively pried Gumball's eyes open in shock.

"Don't-" the vampire was punched once.

"Do-" twice.

"THAT!"

Marshall gracefully moved his head to avoid the last foot that went about to revenge in his face. He glared. "If you do that again, I'm going to drop you for real."

Gumball pouted and shrunk. Marshall was probably angry. Marshall was angry. Okay, Marshall was definitely angry. It was best to just leave things as it is and keep quiet, nobody needed a prince dead in one night.

Marshall sped up, and with the chilly air blowing against his face and the fear that he might get dropped or thrown again kept Gumball wide awake all the way until they reached back to the castle.

Upon reaching the same balcony from where Gumball was seemingly kidnapped by the vampire, Marshall set him down while he remained on the other side of the railing, floating.

After what had happened, Gumball didn't want to say anything, but he wanted- he needed- to thank Marshall somehow. The night was brilliant, absolutely perfect, something he had not had in a very long time, which was why he needed to thank him. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, so he just stared.

Marshall stared straight back at him.

"What, are you angry, gummy butt? You're still pouting."

Gumball looked down and remained silent. Marshall sighed.

"Hey, I wasn't angry with you just now. I was just playing around! Just lighten up a bit, won't you?"

The prince's eyes remained fixed on the floor and his mouth completely zipped up. A moment passed.

Marshall hovered closer. "No use trying to get you to talk, huh. Well, I gotta go out and get my breakfast soon, so I'm going."

Not even a 'goodbye' or 'see you' came out of Gumball's mouth.

"...You're useless."

A pair of lips softly pressed against Gumball's, and a hand snuck around to his waist. It took a while to realise what was actually happening, but before he could push Marshall off and say something along the lines of "that was homosexual" at him, the contact was gone.

"See ya, gummy butt." Mashall's two fingers formed a star salute, and with that, he hovered off into the distant night sky.

Gumball's fingers reached up to his lips. The warmth of the kiss was still there, the sensation was still there, the everlasting love it carried was still and would always remain there. He could shout if he wanted to, but there was no energy left after this night, so the only option was to turn in.

He made a wish in his heart that it could happen again.

+*~End~*+

A/N: Aaaaand that concludes 'Fun', everybody! I'm really really really really really really really really sorry once again! Thank you for sticking until the very last chapter and goodbye~+*+*+*+*+*