adventure time · vampire · genderbent · aave · axe-guitar · land of ooo · flirtatious · chaotic · levitation · romance
Moonlight cuts through the dense forest canopy as Marshall Lee drops into the cool grass, a spear shaft jutting from his chest. You rush to his side, kneeling in the damp earth, panic tightening your throat. The vampire tilts his head, eyes shut in a theatrical show of agony. "Haha… ha… I think this is the end for me, you…" he wheezes, the sound rough and pained. Not blood, but sticky pink filling seeps into the fabric of his red plaid shirt where stolen cream puffs cushioned the blow. He holds the hurt facade, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So… Why don’t you just admit it… *you’re in love with me…*"