Here we go, my first shot at a longer story, shooting for 10,000 words. For this story, anything in italics will be a memory, and most memories will be pieces of actual episodes. Flame Princess's clothing is inspired by some of the character designs for Vault of bones. Anywho, ignore me, and enjoy the story!

Disclaimer; I do not own adventure time or Flame Princess, though parts of this story are of my own creation, and the memories that are from actual episodes are not mine at all and are the awesome ideas of Pendleton Ward, Mark Banker, Kent Osborne, Patrick McHale, Adam Muto, Rebecca Sugar, Cole Sanchez, Somvilay Xayaphone, and others.

I also don't own "All Warmed up Inside."

A young girl of fire let her head rest on the burning wall of her house. Sighing, she glanced at the singed grass that marked her favorite sitting spot, a place were she could feel the warmth of her home and see the starts without starting any major fires. That was the real world, after all. Everything seemed flammable. Her hair, composed of fire and cut cutely so it was just above her shoulders, flickered above the large red gem on her forehead. She was wearing a new dress she had made out of fire, a beautiful gown of orange and red with jagged seams (made to look that way on purpose, of course), the skirt of which ended just below her knees. Her bare feet, yellow and glowing, twitched restlessly before her at the need to do something.

Flame Princess couldn't figure out why she was so restless. Ever since she had gone to that dungeon with Finn, she couldn't stop feeling like she had to get up and find something to do. F.P. found her flames growing brighter and a smile coming to her face at the thought of Finn the Human, the one and only human, her boyfriend. She remembered his sky blue shirt and blue shorts, his simple black shoes that had felt her flames so many times, and the white hat on his head that hid his long, golden hair from anyone's eyes. Her living boyfriend who she could scarcely touch without burning him terribly.

Flame Princess sighed and looked up at the stars, wondering. Why was there not a way for her to touch Finn without hurting him? When she was wet, her flames would go out and she would cool down, but it hurt her terribly to even have separate fires that were created by her get a little wet, and keeping her flames out for too long could kill her eventually. Oh, why wasn't there a way for her to be with Finn without either of them getting hurt? She closed her eyes and continued to think.

~Memory~

Flame Princess sat sadly in her home. She was trapped in a giant glass cage suspended from the ceiling, designed so she couldn't burn through, and also couldn't escape. Her long red hair twirled and flickered above her head, a bright blaze of pure fire, and she rested her head in her hands, depressed and alone. Her father, the King and a man made entirely of fire, wearing a suit of plates that kept him in an almost physical form, was sitting in his throne, flanked by two guards, while his wives and several sons sat on the steps on either side of him, talking quietly. They could not talk to her, by orders of the King and that rude pink princess that had her locked away. The idiotic jester danced below. Then, she heard a familiar, blunt voice ring through the room, and smiled as a cute little flambit ran down the rope on all fours and stopped on the end where she could see him easily.

"Hey, Flame Princess," the two foot tall flame creature greeted her quietly so Flame King couldn't notice them talking.

"Hi Flambo," she whispered, "Any news?"

"Nada," he whispered with his odd accent. "Best I saw was a pack'a Fire Wolves headin' to the woods."

"Hmm," Flame Princess looked down at the chamber below. It was horribly boring to sit in her lamp all day, so news from Flambo was the best entertainment she could find. He always seemed to know what was happening in Ooo, so when there were no new occurrences to turn over in her mind, then she had nothing.

"Anywho, I gotta split," Flambo started climbing up the rope. "Never know, could be somethin' interestin' happenin' right now," he waved his fiery tail cutely.

Flame Princess giggled quietly. "Okay. Bye, Flambo," she patted the glass wall in front of Flambo in lieu of petting him.

"Later princess," He climbed down the rope at the far end of the room and left the castle while Flame Princess waved through the glass. Soon he was out the front door and she was alone again.

The Princess sighed and rested her head in her hands again, feeling boredom sink in, and again cursing the pink princess for locking her in this glass prison. It wasn't her fault she was born evil. All because she was just a little unstable, the pink princess had decided she must be locked up forever, spouting out some confusing science stuff at her father all the time. What was the point of living if you couldn't do anything? At least her father, not wanting any other royalties commanding him, decided she could be free as soon as a prince came and was worthy of her hand in marriage. Flame Princess stood up, stretching her tired legs, and looked down at some of the people sitting on the steps, contemplating this deal. She had closed her eyes thoughtfully, when she heard an unfamiliar gasp. Flame Princess opened her eyes and turned to the entrance of the castle, where Flambo and an unfamiliar blue creature were standing. She figured this was a creature called a Dog that Flambo described to her, but he wasn't supposed to be blue...

The weird blue dog scratched his belly, then raised his hand in greeting. "Uh, yo, whaddup? I'm Jake, Jake the D-OUGH!" he was interrupted as Flambo punched him in the gut. Flambo whispered something to him, and they approached her father. In a much more royal voice, Jake announced, "Good morrow, Majesty! I am Sir Jake, Baron of the Grasslands!"

"Hmmm," her father glanced intimidatingly down at him. "What is it you seek? SPEAK!" he pointed menacingly to the dog.

"Uh..." Sir Jake seemed startled by her father. Regaining his composure and bowing, Jake continued, "I come as an envoy of Prince Finn!"

"A prince?!" Flame King repeated, surprised. The Flame People on the steps began murmuring excitedly at the news of a prince.

"Yeah!" Jake looked up at Flame Princess excitedly. "And he's the same age as your daughter!" He added, pointing to her.

"Ooh?" Flame Princess set her hands on the edge of the cage to look down at him curiously. A prince, her age?

"Bold words," Flame King got over his shock. "But know you that my daughter is a rare jewel. She cannot be wooed by just any ragamuffin prince!" He stood up and waved one flaming hand to emphasize his words.

"Umm..." the baron seemed to be contemplating what to say next. "Oh! Prince Finn is... AWESOME!" he grinned and waved one hand like the Flame King, and Flame Princess laughed quietly as his crude words, much different than those of royalty, and yet strangely nice to hear.

The people on the steps began murmuring excitedly. "Silence, my molten mamas!" Flame king held one hand up for his demand and walked towards Jake. "We are perplexed. If you are a baron true," he stopped before Sir Jake. "Where is your gift? It is common practice among visiting dignitaries," the people began murmuring in agreement.

Sir Jake smiled at her father while Flambo muttered something to him. "A gift?" he said as though this were an insult. "Sire, Prince Finn sent, uh, three gifts!" Jake held up three fingers to show him while Flambo looked at him, shocked.

"Hmmm..." her father contemplated this for a moment. "Three is more than one..." the people murmured excitedly again.

Flame Princess looked down at him, interested. "oooh," she murmured, thinking of a prince who would be willing to give her three gifts.

"The first gift is, um..." Sir Jake began digging through his blue backpack, taking out things that weren't blue and ignited instantly when they hit the floor. "This! Water bottle!" He pulled out the bottle and shook it persuasively, but it slipped from his grasp and hit the jester, killing the man of fire.

Flame Princess gasped and leaned away from the wall of her chamber, scowling at the baron. The jester was a fool, but it was still a terrible thing to kill him!

"Prince Finn has smoked my jester! Pourquoi?!" Flame King looked back at the baron as though considering something. "I do hate my jester..."

"Uh... Prince Finn hated him too," the baron agreed.

"hmmm," Flame Princess looked down at him, thoughtful again.

"For your second gift, A... uh... hmm..." he began to look around the room, and his gaze landed on the guitar someone was playng. "Oh! A serenade!" He ran over and snatched the flaming guitar. "That Finn wrote! For malady," he added, bowing to Flame Princess.

"Oooh!" she clasped her hands together and waited as Sir Jake began to strum the guitar.

"Oh Flame Princess

I think you're rad!

I really wanna kiss you,

right in front of your dad!"

Her father frowned at the words, but Flame Princess smiled. They were sweet, and it was amusing to see her father taken aback for once. The baron began dancing around the room as he sang.

"'Cuz I think you're great

I wanna be your mate

or maybe go on a date

'Cuz it feels like there's a fire inside my body,

like there's a fire inside my heart!

It's like this fire is gonna consume me

if I keep waiting for this thing to start.

Oh, I feel like I'm all warmed up inside

I feel all warmed up inside

I feel all warmed up insiiiiii

i-i-iiiiiiii

i-i-iiiiide."

Flame princess sighed happily and clapped when the song was over. What a sweet song! And the prince had written it just for her. She stepped back into the center of her chamber and stared up thoughtfully, the song playing over in her head. Her father began reprimanding the baron for the song, but she hardly listened until she heard him shout out.

"PRINCE FINN IS HERE!" She ran over to the glass wall again at the sound of the baron's voice. "He's right... here!" He turned away and, turning back, a boy appeared out of nowhere. He was as blue as Sir Jake the Dog, but looked more like her, with a body resembling that of a human.

"Greetings, Flame King!" the apparent prince declared. "My final gift is your favourite thing in the whole world!"

"A koala bear?" Her father asked.

"Uh.." Jake stuttered.

"Yes!" The prince said. He held up a box and out popped an ugly blue koala.

"Eucalyptus!" it announced, waving its pudgy blue arms. "Eucalyptus!"

Her father took one look at the koala and said, "I don't like koalas anymore. BEGONE!" he allowed his flames to leave the armor and it floated back to his throne, which he then sat upon.

The prince looked down dejectedly, and a conversation started between him and the baron. Flame Princess leaned down by the glass and tried to listen, and could only make out the word "Bubblegum." Suddenly, Prince Finn bit the baron on the arm and began to strangle him. The baron screamed his name and fell to the floor while the prince continued to strangle him. Flame Princess watched the baron die, and thought about how interesting it would be to be with this prince, if only her father would approve. As it turned out, her father had been watching the display.

"Excellent!" her father exclaimed, surprising the prince. "You have indeed proven yourself. Any prince ruthless enough to kill his own buffoon would make an excellent boyfriend... for my evil daughter!" He moved to the lever that controlled the ropes holding up the lamp.

"Whaaaat?!" a voice cried out in shock.

"She's an unstoppable force of destruction!" Flame Princess turned excitedly to her father. "Ahhh, nothing a psycho like you can't handle," he pulled the lever and the lamp began to lower. "Congratulations!" He flew back to his throne again.

The lamp landed on the ground, and Flame Princess stepped out excitedly, exclaiming in her soft voice, "I'm so happy! I'm so happy to meet you, prince!" She held her hands out to the prince and rested them on his shoulders, smiling. "You're my prince!" she hugged the prince, immensely happy to finally be free from the lamp and find someone to be with.

"Oh, that's sweet!" the people began murmuring, and agreeing that Flame Princess, despite what her father said, did seem normal.

Flame Princess, suddenly letting anger fuel her fire, shouted, "STOP WHISPERING!" and zapped a few people with flames, causing them to die and fall apart into seven new little flambits.

"Hey, so that's where I came from!" Flambo said, not surprised by Flame Princess's behavior. He know how much she hated their constant whispering about her.

Flame Princess calmed down when their whispers stopped and turned back to the prince. "You know," the prince said hesitantly. "On second thought, we're not really each other's types.

"We're... what?" Flame Princess whispered, confused by his change in behavior.

"I-I changed my mind. I don't like you."

"You... WHAT?!" She shouted, turning entirely into fire, angered at both being led on by the prince and having her freedom snatched from her, when she was so close!

"Uh, nothing!" the prince exclaimed nervously, picking up the dead dog. "Bye Flambo!" he added before running out of the castle.

~Present~

Flame Princess found herself smiling at the memory of Jake's visit, the reason she met Finn. Of course, Finn in the castle had been a creation of Jake's stretching powers, and now she was free... opening her eyes and leaning forward so she was sitting bolt upright, the princess smiled slightly. Of course there was a way! How could she have forgotten? The same little flambit who had talked to her in the fire kingdom must know a spell of some sort! That was how Jake was able to enter the Flame Kingdom, when he should have been killed by the heat. He had been blue in the castle, but outside of it he was really golden-furred. Flambo had to know something.

The Princess stood up and glanced at the sky. The bright stars were beginning to fade as the sun started to rise. This would be the perfect time for her to go find Flambo. Phasing into the flames of her house, she solidified in her room, where Finn left her some tin foil. She grabbed the foil and went back outside, where she fashioned herself a pair of boots, and a belt for extra foil, just to be safe. Flame Princess then stepped onto the living grass, away from her house, and looked down satisfactorily as her tin-foil shoes prevented her from singing the grass. The thin boots must still be raging hot, but not enough to start a fire. The princess began walking through the field, looking at the trees to her left and the large body of water to her right. She stopped and started laughing when she realized she had no idea where to find the flambit she was searching for, but she stopped when she noticed a small flame on a patch of dirt before her.

Flame Princess looked at her house then down at her shoes, wondering if a stray flame had come from the flaming building or perhaps a hole in her boots. She looked up, confused, started and then smiled when the flame stood up on stubby legs and turned around.

"Flambo? Is that you?" Flame Princess called to the flaming, cat-like creature.

It turned to her, a smile on its adorable face. "Hey, Flame Princess!" the friendly, accented voice she knew greeted.

"Oh, Flambo!" She ran over to the flambit, who had stood up on his normal two legs and was swishing his long, flaming tail back and fourth happily. Flame Princess smiled at her luck, and kneeled by him. "Hey, remember when you took Jake into the Flame Kingdom that one time?"

"Yeah? What about it?" Flambo looked up at her curiously.

"Well, uh, was there some sort of spell you used on him, so he wouldn't be burned?" She looked into his glowing red eyes with her own orange ones.

Flambo swished his tail again and tilted his head. "Yeah, I cast flame shield on 'im. Why?"

"Do you think you could teach me how?" Flame Princess clasped her hands together hopefully. "If I knew, then it would be a lot easier for me to visit Finn!"

"Well, uh, I could, but..." Flambo put one stubby paw behind his head and frowned. "See, you gotta be born with it..."