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It was a sunny afternoon, and you were hanging out with Fionna. Just that morning, she had gone on a mission for Prince Gumball, delivering flower chains to the Fluffy People, or something.

Currently the two of you were throwing knives at various targets, one being an apple perched upon BMO's head.

"Hey Fionna, can I throw it pretty much, like, anywhere?" You asked.

"Yeah, sure," she replied, "as long as no one gets hurt."

Just as you aimed for the door frame, the infamous candy prince waltz through the door carrying a platter of cream puffs. It sliced through the top of his pink hair, creating two distinct lumps.

"Whoa! You almost scronked up my dome piece!" He said, surprised. He quickly licked a finger and fixed his hair.

"S-sorry, Gumball..." you said, containing a giggle. Suddenly, a loud thump sounded on the roof.

"Guys, me and Cake are gonna go check out that noise! Be right back in a minute-" Fionna said quickly, before either of you could protest.

"Hm. Well, would you like to follow them, _____?" Gumball asked politely, always the gentleman. You grinned mischeivously.

"Totally!" you fist pumped, and climbed up the ladder to exit. Realizing that Gumball wasn't following, you turned. "Coming?"

Gumball looked down, twiddling his thumbs. "It's wet outside..."

You sighed, grabbing an umbrella from near the door and handing it to Gumball. He clambered onto your back, and you blushed. His chest, still covered by his frilly apron, was pressed against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder, and his warm breath washed down your neck in waves.

You suppressed a shiver, and continued climbing the rungs of the ladder. Gumball was surprisingly light, and the climb was quickly over. When you reached the top of the tree house, you spotted Fionna chatting with Marshall Lee. Gumball scowled. Marshall made a face at him, then laughed, sneering.

"Come on _____, let's go back inside. Fionna, come talk to me when you want more...polite...company." Gumball huffed, looking ridiculous perched on your back, still holding the pink umbrella.

Once you were back inside, Gumball set a teapot on the stove to boil. "_____, try one of the cream puffs, tell me how they taste!" He laughed, much happier now that it was just you and him.

"Don't be silly, of course they'll taste good! Your cream puffs always taste awesome," you praised. Gumball blushed, returning to the table to sit with you.

You delicately picked up the pastry, and took a bite. The flavor was indescribably delicious. Your teeth sank into the crust, and the strawberry filling gushed into your mouth, sweetened to perfection.

"Oh my Glob, this tastes amazing!" You shouted, standing up to glomp Gumball. His face turned crimson, but he tentatively wrapped his arms around you too.

You pulled away quickly, also blushing. "Sorry, it was just so yummy!" You smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of your head. "And...thank you."

"Oh no, it's my pleasure. Pastries are my passion~! But, what shall we do next?"

"I know! Do you wanna play video games?" You asked, holding up BMO. BMO giggled, so you set it down on the coffee table. Not long after, you were sitting on the couch with Gumball, shooting lasers at flying bananas in a pixelly virtual world. But, sleep took over, and eventually you found yourself fast asleep.

Gumball looked down, feeling a new pressure on his knee. It was your head, completely asleep in his lap. He became flustered, and he was quite unsure of what do do. After much mental debate, he decided to carry you back to his home, the candy kingdom.

When you awoke, the world appeared foggy and distant. You felt faint sensations of pressure on your back and under your knees, and your body felt as if it were rocking back and forth.

You blinked a few times, only to be staring up into the face of none other than Prince Gumball, carrying you! His lips were so close that you could touch them. He smelled so sweet, and...delicious.

"Ah, _____, I see that you're awake! You passed out while we were playing that weird banana game." He explained.

You squirmed. "Why are you holding me? I can walk, ya know." Gumball looked away, cheeks flushed, before setting you down gently, your bare feet tickled by the wet grass.

"Aw, I left my shoes at treehouse. Oh well." You sighed sadly.

"_____, I'll carry you." Before a word could escape your lips, Gumball scooped you up in his arms once more. Yawning, you buried your face into his chest.

Unfortunately, it began to rain again. Buckets of water poured from the sky, but thankfully, you were nearly at the castle by now.

You and Gumball stepped inside the castle just as lightning made a jagged trail through the sky. You jumped, inching closer to the prince.

Gumball couldn't help but look at you. The way your figure was hugged by the soaking wet (f/c) dress made you look...irrestible, delicious...

He bit his lip and looked away. 'Now's no time to be thinking about that,' he chided himself.

"Your Highness!" Peppermint Maid shrieked. "What happened?!"

"We got caught in the rain."

Peppermint Maid sighed. "I'll go get dry clothes for both of you."

You were escorted to the bathroom, and took a steaming hot shower. The hot water felt so good on your back, as your muscles were tired from throwing around heavy knives. When you stepped out of the shower, you spotted a pile of clothes sitting on the bathroom counter. Unfolding it , you realized that it was a fancy pink dress, one that matched the color of Gumball's outfit. You slipped it on quickly, along with the heels found next to it.

Gumball was already seated at the table, awaiting your arrival so that he could begin dining. He made sure that your favorite food, (f/f), was prepared especially for you. He actually had a crush on you, though you were far too oblivious to even realize it, and he tried to impress you on numerous occasions, now being an example.

You walked through the doors of the dining hall, plopping down next to Gumball.

He was speechless for a moment, before commenting, "You look beautiful, _____. You could be my candy queen!" He laughed, while you just sat in the plush chair and blushed. Just as Gumball had the stopped laughing, Peppermint Maid entering the room, holding two silver platters.

She set them down on the dining table, revealing your favorite food, (f/f). Your (e/c) eyes lit up, and you grinned widely.

"Thank you!" You said happily, eager to dig in. You pooked at Gumball, meeting his eyes fleetingly before looking down at your food, blushing.

'Why am I blushing? Do I...like him?' You asked yourself.

Near the end of the meal, you began to look concerned. Gumball noticed. "What's wrong?"

You frowned. "How am I going to get home?" You both looked out of the window, only to see a dark sky.

Gumball smiled. "You can stay here for the night."

"R-really? Thank you so much, I don't mean to be a bother." You looked down.

Gumball slid a thin finger under your chin, lifting it up towards him. "You're no bother to me, _____..." He grabbed your hand, pressing his lips to it gingerly.

Sadly, Peppermint Maid had to ruin the moment. Both of your faces flushed crimson as she walked in, and quickly tore apart. "_____, I will now show you to your room."

" 'Night Gumball!" you called, following the servant ahead of you.

Gumball couldn't respond, he was too stunned by what he just did. "D-did I...really..." he trailed off, murmuring.

You found the guest room quite nice. The bed was large, there was even a bookshelf, but no window, much to your dissappointment. Peppermint Maid had left to find you some pajamas, leaving you to think. You still were in awe of Gumball's bold actions. Did he...like you?

Peppermint Maid returned, flustered. " I'm so sorry, but I was unable to find any female night clothes! You will have to wear some of the prince's older clothes..." She handed you a neatly folded stack.

They had little pink sheep on them, and must have been from a long time ago, because they were only a bit too big on you. Gumball practically towered over you, as you weren't the tallest person in the land of Aaa.

You pulled on the soft cotton garments and crawled under the fluffy covers and falling asleep almost instantly. A few hours into the night, when the storm seemed to get worse, you felt a warm presence snuggling up next to you.

"Hello...?" You rolled over to see a trembling Prince Gumball, wrapped up in blankets. His face was crimson as he peeped out from underneath the blankets. "What's wrong?"

"The s-storm..." he stuttered, flinching at the sound of thunder.

Tiredly, you gathered the scared prince up in your arms and pulled him close. "You're safe with me..." you murmured, brushing your lips lightly across Gumball's cheek. It flushed at your touch, and he turned his head to look you in the eyes.

"I love you, ____." He then pressed his lips to yours in a del icate, innocent kiss.

"I love you too, Gumball."

He'd never slept better in his life.