Responsibility
Prince Gumball fixed himself, as he waited with Peppermint maid and Lord Monochromicorn outside the meeting room for the ambassador. He knew why they kept him waiting, they want to show him dominance, and would meet him on their own time; a bold thing to do in a castle that was not theirs. It was obvious that they wanted something of him, but they wanted it to appear to be for his is why he hated royals, they were always so devious.
One of the ambassador's two companions opened the door. "Please, come in, Prince Gumball." He said, bowing shallowly to Gumball and his company.
The elves were tall, their fingers long and thin, wi
Mental Block - Marshall LeeXPrince Gumball part.6 by blacksole13, literature
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Mental Block - Marshall LeeXPrince Gumball part.6
Red Leaks from Corners of Smiles
Marshall inhaled deeply, taking in as much of the early morning as he could, before having to hid away in his lair. His ax guitar was heavy on his shoulder, he longed for his bed.
He drifted in through his bedroom window, the owl he had sang to long gone. He leaned his ax against his desk then hovered above his bed, slowly falling to soft comfort. The jug of juice sat waiting for him on the table next to his bed. He unscrewed the cap and drank from it, paying no mind to juice that spilled from the corners of his mouth. P.G's blood had been, almost, as sweet.
A smile formed on Marshall's lips thinking back a
It Starts with Two
P.G glared into Marshall's demon eyes inches from his face, as Marshall glared back with a snarl on his lip. The two of them stood there facing each other; tense, like angry wolves.
Marshall grunted, turning to leave through the opened stairwell window. Before Marshall could escape Prince Gumball grabbed him by his sweater caller and pinned him against the wall; their bodies pressed closely together, their noses almost touching.
They held each others glare. What had started this fight? What had gotten them so angry?
Marshall could almost laugh, it was so stupid.
Instead of pushing P.G off of him Marshall pressed his mouth
Mental Block - Marshall LeeXPrince Gumball part.5 by blacksole13, literature
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Mental Block - Marshall LeeXPrince Gumball part.5
Moans Groans and Despair
A knock on the bedroom door brought Prince Gumball from his sleep. The covers fell from him, chilling his naked chest, as he sat up. The door creaked opened and peppermint maid stepped over the threshold.
"Don't come in!" The maid jumped at Gumball's shout. "Stay out!" He pulled the covers around him, hiding himself; the maid quickly shut herself out. His heart raced as a child's who'd been caught stealing; he groaned with regret. Gumball fell back to the bed rubbing the heels of his hands over his eyes. He had not meant to sound so upset, and felt bad for yelling immediately, but he couldn't let her in. He could no
Trial 3: Newt - The Maze Runner - Fanfic by blacksole13, literature
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Trial 3: Newt - The Maze Runner - Fanfic
Stage three had been a difficult test for every Glader, they all knew that, though no one talked about it. Newt had not been put through any kind of new stress but the same old pain he had been dealing with since their last few days of the maze. He could eat, shower, and sleep, when he wanted. He could gaze at the morning sky and watch the stars at night. He could rip grass from the earth and smell the wind which blew through trees. With the freedom of to do want he wanted also came the hurt of what was missing.
He was standing outside of Homestead when he became conscious. The Glade looked the way it had mouths before all the crazin
Mental Block - Marshall LeeXPrince Gumball part.4 by blacksole13, literature
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Mental Block - Marshall LeeXPrince Gumball part.4
A Book and the Guitar
Marshall lifted himself into the air, careful not to wake the sleeping Prince. P.G had not lasted long after Marshall kissed him, falling asleep atop the comforters. Marshall folded the covers over Gumball, then returned to the floor. The moon was still high and the sun was still hiding; he want to leave before it had the chance to rise.
Pulling on yesterday's clothes he threw P.G's at the hamper and floated to the pink reading chair. His guitar sat onit with a leather bond book. He slung his guitar over his shoulder and returned the lone book to the shelf.
Marshall stretch his back, saying good bye to the sleeping Ca