Heart Set Ablaze

By: ~LoveJove

Rated M for sexual content

"Where are you?" He searched everywhere, only to grow more desperate each passing moment. He was lost. His heartbeat rang in his ear for every step he took. He felt his whole being about to give way any moment. He fights to stay alive, because for the first time in his lifetime, he felt icy cold to his core. Has all of this be in vain? "Please, let me make it all right again." R&R

As the royal trumpets sound and the firing of the castle's canons resonance throughout the kingdom, the subjects rejoiced as its former Flame Prince officially appear before his subjects as the youngest Flame King to have ruled the Flame Kingdom.

Nervous? The young king was feeling nothing of the sort.

His heart was a consistent and steady flame. His people felt it in their bones as they stood before their newly crowned king.

He was still, in the ceremonial attire, standing straight before his subjects as they assemble before him. He stood like the born leader he was; a man with a driven passion for all that is just. The very leader the flame kingdom had once hoped dearly for. Their prince, who they declared the miracle offspring of the cruelest king the kingdom ever had. The same former leader whose fate was to be imprisoned in the oil lamp that hung above the hall.

Throughout the whole event, Flame Prince hadn't even glanced up at the ornament his father was imprisoned in. It hurts him because if he had any other option, Flame Prince wouldn't have to ridicule his father this way. The former king hung high up the ceiling, still banging on the lamp walls that restrict him. Despite all his thoughts, Flame Prince remains unwavered about his decision.

He was indifferent, because little do most know, the young heir was, more than anything, hurt.

Hurt and tired.

Tired of the deception he consistently has to be subjected to. Evil never had sat right with him, because with evil, comes cruelty and dishonesty, and dishonesty was what he wanted very badly to change in the kingdom.

In order to move forward.

He always had known that he needed to act to make a change. He just needed the push to act upon this change.

If you change the way a kingdom is governed, then you can change the society that live under it.

The issue was, you'd need a lot of backbone to decide to overthrow a kingdom, and the brains and brawn to succeed. When would he have the courage to rebel against his father? It was in the midst of this train of thought that he glanced at the sweet Cinnamon bun who stood in an elegant red dress by the side-lines. She appeared ravishing this evening, with a matching bow and makeup done by the maids of the castle. She was glowing in a way he never seen before. She held face in the crowd, all while staring right at him.

He hadn't realized was that her smooth brown sugary eyes had been trained on him this whole time. Her eyes sparkled in what FP believed was admiration and in response, he smiled sincerely, snapping out of his worry.

He had overthrew his own father, imprisoned him in a lamp for the kingdom to see and had taken the whole kingdom by surprise by proclaiming the throne.

Nevertheless, despite his sturdy stance and nerves of steel, he had still carried a much broken heart. No one but Cinnamon bun knew how much his heart was breaking. How much it was crying out in pure agony. He was wounded, but Cinnamon bun's smile him gave him strength. She was the warmth he has left in his heart. Perhaps enough to rev up his own flame. At that very moment, he kept his chin up and started his first speech as King of the Fire Kingdom, empowered by the belief that with time, she would be able to heal his broken heart. That stepping up to this huge responsibility will help him mature.

For, she made him strive for the better. She ignited his drive.

To lead a kingdom.

He truly believed that.

...Even though he knew very evidently that she was just a rebound.

It has been years since then, and he'd never admit to it but had always distanced himself from his own girlfriend. He'd say he has too much kingdom duties to attend to. Too much problems he needed solved and mountains of paperwork he needed to sign. That he will be home late that night, or that he had to attend to his work last minute on his days off. Cinnamon bun would just nod in understanding, gave him her full support and kiss him the way she usually does every time he takes off for work.

He would always be in a hurry and he'd always blurt out all these lies to her. For the past 6 years. All to have a moment to himself.

Frankly speaking, the kingdom had been better than ever under his rule, every aspect of the kingdom had started to improve and the overall wellness of the kingdom skyrocketed by a tenfold. Complications or conflicts hardly arose and the Fire Kingdom just started to feature on glossy pages as one of the top 5 kingdoms you MUST visit in Aaa's most popular magazines. The gates were open to visitors and it's now easily accessible with spells for visitors to withstand the heat available upon arrival.

He did an amazing job. He truly did believed so. He just wished he could say the same about his personal life.

He wished he wasn't such a hypocrite.

He was being a dishonest lover, but gradually with this bad habit of dishonesty, he started to view things in a different perspective.

Becoming a King changes you.

He realizes how easy it was to lie after doing it frequently when he is forced or required to. Every time he does blurt a lie or act dishonestly for what he felt necessary, he'd look up from his throne to see his father still serving his sentence in his lamp and he'd feel guilt for lacking remorse. His father was ruthless, he can say that with no doubt, but he was firm and a great leader regardless. He was just well-rooted to tradition; he just did things the way he was taught to. Flame Prince can't help but respect that side of his father.

Sometimes he wish he could speak to his father again, but whenever the previous king is let out for meals or his breaks, he refuses to utter a single word to him. Let alone look him in the eye. For all good reason, Flame Prince had thought. He wasn't exactly the best son to him.

With much going on stirring his emotions, the young Flame King resides in his chambers, a private room specially designed to appear as an office, away from all the troubles and the noise. It was where he did most of his thinking in.

Constant thoughts flood his mind. Countless of them; mostly filled with desires and pure lust.

It wasn't the same, he concluded. Cinnamon bun was not her. Cinnamon bun can never compare to her nor will she ever make him forget about her. He had realized this the first time he slept with her. After a while, he had started to refrain from any more sexual activity and wounded up becoming extremely sexually frustrated. Beyond any frustrations he had ever felt before. Bottling it up for so long and the thought constantly lingering in his mind. Day by day, his lust has made a presence for itself, one in the form similar to of his former Blonde lover. With curves at all the right places, a voice sweeter than any sugar he had tasted and a righteous mind. A being he couldn't resist.

Fiona the Human.

She was the very person who planted the seed of all that is just in his life. She was there to watch it develop into a seedling and it frustrates him to no end that she isn't here to watch it grow into the very sturdy tree it was today. It bothers him to the core for he had begun to spoke with her words, fight with her strength and believe in all what she believes was right. She was his first love and she will always have a place in his heart.

He lusts for her, even though he never even had a taste of what it'll be like to sleep with her.

The furthest they went were kisses when they were much younger. Yet, he had always hungered for more. He was starving for more, and so, so, so desperate. Flame Prince could practically envision her now. His constant thoughts of her had made it easier to vision her doing anything. He can picture her do things to herself or, quite often, him. All the things just to fulfill all of his lewd desires.

He can imagine her thighs spread out across the work desk before him, legs apart in her baby blue outfit. Her shirt pulled up right above her breasts, revealing her smooth toned stomach and her perky pink nipples. He imagines her lifting her skirt slightly, deviously flashing him her plain white cotton panties soaked from how wet she has gotten just craving him. Very much like how hard he has gotten craving for her.

He couldn't begin to describe how badly he would want pull those panties off if he had the chance to. He could only lick his lips at the thought of eating her out hungrily. He'd gladly taste her, play with her clit and slide his hot tongue deep inside her. Fact is, he, the King of the Fire Kingdom, will be on his knees for a mere human; succumbing to her, slaving for her. For her pleasure. He'd want to see her arching her back in pure ecstasy, with her long blonde hair let loose and flowing down her back.

He can only imagine the expressions on her face as he does all these naughty things to her. He wonders what she would sound like when she moans his name or what sounds she'd make when he flicks her clit with his tongue. He wonders what her sweet nectar would taste like or that if she, too, would be gripped with the lust and the desire to fuck him senseless, because he'd fuck her, alright.

There is no doubt about it.

If he really had all the power in the world to make it so, he'd have her bent over his desk whenever he wants. He'd make her take all he has to offer her. He'd make her moan his name, and moan how much she wants him. All of him. He'd fuck her with her arms pulled back, his body pressed on her and her whole body shaking to his thrusts.

How he desires for that to happen. He stroked himself to the thought of that. He lusts for her. He very much would like to fuck her. To love her and make her his. Only his. The deeper he falls into his trance, the more of his deep throaty moans escape from his lips. He'd only continue to imagine. Leaving her many love bites everywhere on her porcelain skin from the neck downwards, telling her he loves her between the moans; when he is the most vulnerable. He'd show her just how much he yearns for her and he'd do anything for a second chance.

His moans had gotten more breathless as the built up grew more intense, but as he reached the peak of pleasure, he concluded that his lust for her is easily taken care of. Once the hot string of cum escape the tip of his large cock, he'd soon reach his most depressing withdrawal stage.

Realizing he really, really loves her and acknowledging that he always had and that will never change.

Grunting as he got up, he cleaned himself up afterwards and head to the toilet; the pee of shame, that's what he calls it. It truly was shameful to him. He has Cinnamon bun to fulfill his desires as his girlfriend, but he can't seem to—get it up- around her anymore. When he thinks of sex, he thinks of Fionna, giggling back at him at the grass fields they used to hang out in. When he thinks of sex, he thinks of love. At least, that's what he initially thinks of before it started developing into crazy sexual fantasies.

After torturing himself for so long, he knew that the core of the problems in his love life wasn't the vast difference in appearance Fionna was to Cinnamon bun, it was the feelings he still harboured for Fionna and the fact that it was deeper than of what he felt with Cinnamon bun.

He loves Cinnamon bun too, despite how he's been treating her. He cares for her and provides for her, but he was much too absent and distant. He acknowledges his childish behaviour and more importantly, his dishonesty.

He has become the very person he'd hate to be, but as he sunk his back onto his office chair and turned to look at his kingdom outside, he realizes that there was more to dishonesty than he thought. This was growing up.

You just have to move on.

He'd find different ways to calm himself after. Admiring the architecture of the new buildings was one of them. His own personal distortion for the better future of his kingdom is worth the sacrifice. At least he'd be doing some good for the future generation of his country. He didn't have much work to do today, he always made sure to make use of his staff efficiently and evenly distribute his work load. Flame prince was a smart king. Perhaps too smart, because all he can do now is just stare into the kingdom before him and wonder what he can do to better it next.

His amber eyes shot wide open at the sound of the knock at his door. He hadn't realize he slept, but he was quick to recover and pull his chair up towards his desk.

"Come in!" FP invited, immediately wiped the drool of lava he felt on the corners of his lips.

The door swung open gently as Flambo entered with a wary expression.

"Flambo, what's wrong?"

"Sire, we have unexpected guests this evening."

"Unexpected? Nonsense, everyone is welcomed in the kingdom—"

"See, what I tell ya? 'All is welcomed.'" The voice that cut him struck him hard as he stared right up at said guest.

Unexpected was one way to put it, that's what Flame Prince could say the least.

A/N: That is the end of the first chapter I shall call the Royal Hypocrite. I hope you like the story! Review and motivate me to write the next chapter! I work well with attention, just kidding!

A whole unrelated to the current story note:

If you read my old story, Magnetism, and is surprised I started a new story. Well, don't worry I am just as surprised because the fuck?! Simply put. I am honestly not sure whether to leave Magnetism as an oneshot or a twoshot, or maybe a fucking full series of sexual tension because I tend to be on point with the whole sexual tension thing.

H.S.A is going to be a full on series, just to let you know. The updates will be depending on the reviews this piece gets. I hardly see any Flameonna love here! Where the love at?

I wrote this for fun, and I am sorry if it's a bit too AU! Flame Prince be my type of guy and this is the man I imagine him to be. (Very sexy alpha male, say YAS!)

Thanks for reading

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