First Fiolee, just a fluffy little plot bunny that made me ignore all of my bigger projects. Huzzah!

Fionna was not royalty. In any way shape or form. She was not regal or proper, and she was bad at making tough decisions. Couldn't handle the pressure. She was spontaneous and feisty, a wild card, not exactly qualities you want in a leader or ruler.

Fionna had four best friends in the world. Four people that she felt she could confide in no matter what. They were all royalty. And all… well most… of them were cut out for it.

Lady Cake

After Cake married Lord Monochromicorn, she became a member of the Candy Kingdom royal family. She had her babies and her husband and her perfect life. She moved into the castle and left Fionna in the tree house. Alone.

Fionna told her sister what she thought about how all of her friends were royalty and she was just – Fionna. She told Cake that sometimes she felt sad because of it. She felt like she wasn't as important as the people she loved. She felt lonely.

Cake responded, "Oh, Fionna! Don't feel like that! Of course we need you, you're very important. You're royal to me, baby!"

Fionna smiled, and put on a brave face. She was going to thank her sister for trying to help her, but then one of the babies started crying. Cake flinched at the high-pitched mew, apologized, and left.

Prince Gumball

Bubba was born to rule. He was smart, responsible, could make decisions, and was great under pressure. Sure, he left a lot to be desired as a leader. He had a lot to work on in the empathy department. He didn't really understand people, he tried to care about his subjects, but he just wasn't that kind of person.

Fionna like him though. She thought she might even love him. Even if he didn't love her back. No matter how many times he broke her heart, ignored her, or simply told her he didn't feel that way, she kept going back. She trusted him.

She told him her thoughts on royalty after Cake let her down. She was sitting on a table in his lab while he did a couple of simple experiments. They were having a good day that day, getting along way better than usual. He might have even been flirting with her.

He looked up from his experiment when she said it. He didn't even notice that Science's colors were flaking away. The poor rat was turning all white. "You don't need to be royal. You're a hero. Everyone looks up to you. Everyone needs you. Especially me." He got up and walked over to her, letting a hand rest on her knee. "I'd be trapped in the Ice Queen's lair right now if you weren't here to save me all the time. Don't feel bad, Fionna, okay. You're appreciated."

Fionna nodded and he immediately went back to his experiment, looking relieved.

The adventuress would have been much more soothed if she wasn't aware that Gumball's royal blood had given him another gift. He was an amazing persuasive speaker. He could get you to believe anything he said, just because he said it.

Flame Prince

He was harsh, devious, some might say evil. He wasn't afraid to stab someone in the back for personal gain. He was the exact kind of leader the Fire Kingdom was used to. They were all like that. His mother was, and her mother before her, and her mother before her and so on and so forth.

He was different with Fionna. Gentler, more caring. He was afraid to hurt her, and therefore afraid to even touch her. That was unfortunate, because she really wanted him to touch her.

They were laying in the Grasslands around the treehouse one day. The grass was wet with morning dew. The moisture had soaked through Fionna's clothes, while the blades around Flame Prince had been burned to a crisp. Her hand, wrapped in tinfoil, was held in his, but they avoided all other contact.

She told him how she felt and he didn't even blink. Didn't even flinch. He just continued to gaze up at the clouds as the rolled past. "FP?" Fionna asked uncertainly. "Did you hear me?"

"Mmhm," he nodded. "Who ever said that being royalty was so great?" He felt her confused gaze and finally turned his head to look at her. He squeezed her hand gently. "You don't want to be royal, Fionna. It's not all it's cracked up to be."

Marshall Lee, the Vampire King

No one knew what made him the king. His mother, Hannah, was sort of the queen (okay, dictator) of the Nightosphere. But wouldn't that make him the prince, not the king? Either way, he was royalty.

He was playing his bass when Fionna told him. When she finished her sentence, the music stopped. He looked up at her, shocked. "What're you talkin' about, Fi?" he asked, his voice low.

"All of my friends are royalty. Cake, PG, FP, you! And I'm just… me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, come on Marshall! Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm nothing like a queen, or even a princess. I'm not elegant or sophisticated, or responsible, or beautiful, or-"

"Stop. Right. There." Marshall's eyes were hard and cold. He put his bass aside and floated across the couch to where Fionna was fidgeting uncomfortably on the hard surface. "I don't want to hear another word. So what if you're not elegant or sophisticated? You know what being those things makes you? Not fun. And you, not responsible? That is such a load of crap! All of Aaa would be in ruins, completely destroyed, if it wasn't for you. You save all of our butts every day. You are the most responsible person I know."

"Stop it, Marshall," Fionna muttered, shifting around again.

The vampire rolled his eyes and reached down, pulling the girl off the uncomfortable sofa and into his lap. "I'm not done yet. As for beautiful…" His hand snapped out and he snatched her hat, whipping it off.

"Hey!" Fionna gasped, lunging for it.

Marshall wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her in place and flicked the hat behind him and out the window. "Come with me." He held on to her and floated down the hall to the bathroom. He flicked on the light and set her down in front of the mirror. He long blonde hair had tumbled down when he removed her hat and now hung past her hips. He tousled it gently since it was all smashed down from being hidden in her hat.

Fionna turned away from the mirror, unwilling to even look.

"Look, Fionna, look!" Marshall Lee ordered. Fionna shook her head. He grabbed her chin and turned her to face her reflection. "Just look, Fi. Look in the mirror and tell me you're not beautiful."

The first thing Fionna thought was, 'Why does he even have this? It's not like he can see himself in it.' And it was true. Fionna showed in the glass but where Marshall was standing behind her there was just wall.

"Can't you see yourself, Fionna? You're gorgeous."

Fionna stared back into her own blue eyes. She'd always loved her eyes. They were sparkly and clear and the first thing people noticed about her.

Her hair was a different story. She hated it. That's why she kept it tucked up in her hat, not because it was inconvenient during adventures. If that was it, she could just cut it short and go. Instead she just let it grow. She thought it was too yellow, and too shiny, and too thick.

"What're you trying to prove, Lee? I look nothing like a princess."

"So what!" He froze, his hand tensing on her shoulder. "You're my princess, Fi." He said it so quietly it was almost a whisper.

Fionna tilted her head back so she could see him. He was avoiding her eyes, staring straight ahead instead.

"Marshall?"

"You're my princess," he repeated and looked down at her.

Fionna turned so she was facing him. Their eyes met, red on blue. She stepped closer.

"Fionna? Fionna what're you-"

Kissing Marshall Lee was different. It wasn't so sweet it made her sick like when she kissed Gumball. It didn't hurt, or possibly destroy the world, like the one time she had kissed Flame Prince.

Marshall Lee held no warmth, his lips were cool against hers. He seemed too afraid to do anything, even touch her. His hands were stiff at his sides. He did, however, kiss her back.

He was the first to pull away. Fionna looked shocked and somewhat hurt. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't- mph!"

Marshall cut her off with another kiss, pulling her close this time. When they separated he smiled at her. "Bet none of those prissy princesses ever got to kiss a vampire."

Fionna giggled, "Probably not."

"Well then I guess you're just one lucky gal, 'cause I don't think I ever want to stop."