Carry

She stood in front of a massive tree house. Finn's tree house, to be exact. The damn thing looked like it had been sprayed with silly string, with all the vines covering it. The vines, which seemed to come out of the house itself, sprawling in and out of windows, actually moved occasionally, one at a time, and lightning fast. That was pretty strange. It had only been, what, 9 months? She didn't know why she would bother coming to visit him; he had, after all, been the one to hurt her feelings. But something told her that she had somehow wronged him, and inside this mass of living green she would be able to right that wrong and move on with living, and ruling. Both of which, if you asked her, she was quite contented with. And even if many people had had their lives ruined by the total honesty law, she figured that if you can't live an honest life, you might as well not live at all. Speaking of no life, a certain pink princess happened to open the door, catching her off guard and interrupting her ruminations on her quality of rule. PB looked surprised as well, but then composed herself and looked mad, and sort of… pitying? Like looking at a child who had just spilled a drink all over themselves. FP stepped back sheepishly before quietly saying:

"Hi…"

PB did not look impressed.

"I…uh, hehe… I'm here to see Finn. Is he here?"

PB sighed and jerked her thumb back over her shoulder;

"Come on, Princess, this way".

PB moved aside and let FP enter the treasure room. There wasn't a flat surface in sight. Everything; gold, weapons, gems, electronics, and uh… boxer shorts covered in Finn's face? Well, all that was being slowly moved about by masses of writhing, thorny vines. There was some powerful magic behind this, and before she could stop herself, FP blurted out

"What the Hypotenuse happened here?"

PB stopped just before the ladder upstairs, craned her head upwards and muttered

"Finn".

The treehouse was a lot bigger than she remembered, with corridors completely sealed in with vines, with the occasional window breaking the walls of green. FP followed PB as PB nimbly hopped over thorns and flowers, making sure only to walk on the especially thick vines, some of which were as thick as her waistline, which admittedly wasn't exactly what she prided herself in. Never mind that though, it looked like PB had finally found Finn! Or at least, his room. She grabbed a particularly large vine and slowly started tugging, which revealed an entire panel of the wall coming away. Suddenly, she frowned, then stopped.

"You sure about this?" she asked, not taking her eyes of the 'handle'.

"Sure I am. I mean, this is just a friendly visit, right? Anyway, this is Finn we're talking about. He'd probably just cry if he really was hurt anyway" FP said frantically, doubting herself even as she said it. Was Finn ok with her? Was he mad? Why would he be? And anyway, wasn't that why she had come over anyway? To find out? Shaking her head and those questions away, she quietly said 'yes' and took a step forward. PB sighed and pulled the 'door' open all the way. FP was shocked by what she saw, to say the least.

The room itself was pretty big, with a large dining table and chairs, all of which happened to be totes stocked with all of the hottest, smartest and nicest princesses (that is all of them except for LSP). There was a mountain of candy on the table, and—hold up, CB was here? Wow. At the end of the table, holy cow. Finn was there actually talking to Marceline, Jake, and Lady; and he seemed to have the charisma turned up to full blast because it looked like everyone was completely enraptured by whatever he was saying. He had some sort of massive vine coming from his arm, which fell to the floor and tangled into the mess of all the other vines. But that wasn't important. What was important was the fact that Finn was being incredibly smooth and charismatic in front of at least 10 royalty, he had some pretty hot princesses drooling at him, and he had thrown a princess party and not invited her?! She was getting pretty mad. That inconsiderate jerkhole! He thinks he can throw a fun party with just his closest friends, bar her?! That was just banaynays. And she would bet her life that he'd done it just to make her jealous (Somewhere very far away, Death sneered "You'd like that, wouldn't you fire girl?"). She was at least 200 degrees Celsius, and rising. She suddenly screamed.

"FIINNNNNNNNNNNN! What the hell do you think you're doing, you globbing piece of fire wolf turd!"

Finn suddenly stopped talking, as did everyone. He turned to her, and started shouting: she didn't listen though, why should she care? He suddenly shouted something she should've payed attention to; "THAT'S IT!". Finn spontaneously waved his hand in the air, and suddenly she was in the clutches of a gigantic vine, which had squeezed the air out of her and slowly lifting her over to Finn. She struggled and squirmed; she was genuinely afraid. She was getting hotter and hotter. Hey, hotter and hotter! She could burn her way out of this place. She was a flame royal! So she started concentrating, bring her heat up and up and up, 300 degrees, 500 degrees. Suddenly Wildberry princess started screaming: her bodily fluids were evaporating. Finn, however, remained silent. She was now only half a meter away from him, and was burning at 700 degrees. Why the hell—suddenly the vine, which was completely unscathed, squeezed her harder and harder and harder until snap! Her spine broke. She almost immediately fainted.

Her eyes fluttered open. Her head pounded, and she saw red. She tried to get up, but was only met by agony. She screamed and screamed; why was this happening, what did she do to deserve this?! She was screaming and sobbing now. But a deep, quiet voice started talking. The voice was coming from next to her. It was… Finn? Why was he here, he hated her. But when she slowly turned her head she saw that he wasn't talking to her. He was covered in massive amounts of burns, bandages and casts. He was crying. Talking to himself. And looking at his wrists it was evident he had cut himself on multiple occasions. What the heck was happening? First, super charisma Finn, and now, sobbing insane Finn? She moved her arm to his face to get his attention. He gasped, and suddenly buried his face in her chest. Sobbing. This is crazy! After about five minutes she quietly said,

"Finn."

He just sort of started sobbing harder, louder into her shoulder now: her chest was completely soaked in tears, which stung a little bit, but she was fine. In fact, she couldn't feel the lower half of her body… uh oh.

"F…Finn… What… happened?"

She was struggling to breathe, he was practically on top of her, sobbing.

He eventually calmed down, and was just hiccupping.

"You came to th-the party, an-and-an you shouted at me and I got so mad, an-an-and then I just started crushing you and I… I-I thought you d-died! I'm so sorry FP I-I just w-wanted…" He broke down again, just like that. Sobbing. Sometimes she forgot that she was just over a year older than him. She was 16 now, and he was turning 15—wait, that was his birthday! Oh. Finn looked up at that moment, tears, saliva and snot running down his face.

"I-I just d-d-dunno what I would do if I lost you… I love you s-so much and I'm sorry!"

Then it dawned on her. She had come over because she missed Finn. And now she realized he was practically begging for her and tearing himself apart over her. He was completely not over her. She sighed, and patted his head.

"There there, Finny"

His sobbing slowly receded to crying, then mumbling, then sleep. Face down. On her chest. And only now did she realize that he weighed a ton! And it wasn't helping that his arms were slowly closing in around her, like a vice. Like a bear hug. But soon he relaxed, and he was simply snuggling into her shoulder. He was somehow still almost a foot shorter than her, even after so much time, and started curling up into a ball, wearing a small smile on his face. She could get used to this. After all, with her being a para-something or other and all, she would need someone to protect her. Someone to carry her.

A/N

wa wa wee wa. I had this idea stuck in my head; what if Finn finally let his anger get the better of him? And that led me to: holy balls what if he beat the snot outta Flame Princess? And thus, this was born. I might, y'know, make some more short chapters for the aftermath of this... event.