The coast is clear from Flame Prince's view and he turns to Fionna. He quickly grabbed her frozen arms and pulled them behind the nearest and thickest bush. He laid over her with his hands at both sides of her head. While he is oblivious to this position Fionna kept her eyes locked on him.
He's supposedly evil...but...he saved me.
Her pink cheeks darkened to a deep red when Flame Prince looks down on her. His orange cheeks had tints of red and he immediately looks away and knelt by her side. She sits up and faces him, "Uhm...Flame Prince?"
He doesn't want to look at her, seeing a glimpse would make his heart flutter. "...Yeah?"
"That was rad, man!" he turns to Fionna. She lifts her frozen arms to exaggerate her words, "You were like BAM BAM! And Ice Queen was like MY HAIR!" she starts to laugh at the image of Ice Queen stopping, dropping and rolling. "I mean that was AWESOME!"
Flame Prince didn't know what she is doing, but he felt...good. "I-I guess that was," he says shyly. He didn't know what praise is, but...hearing it from her made him smile and a bit of energy rushed through his body, making his fire burn brighter.
Fionna blushes a little and holds out her hands in his fire and she sighs when warmth reaches her body. "Oh man..." she leans closer to melt the ice on her shoulders, "...this feels good." Her vision begins to get blurry and she could barely keep her eyes open. So, she gives in and falls to the ground again, entering the trance of sleep.
This...sends Flame Prince in a panic as he stands there wondering what to do. He can't carry her back to her home and he especially can't leave her here near the Ice Queen's grasp. However, he remembers that puddle where he accidentally burnt down all the posies and strikes an idea.
...
Fionna faintly opens her eyes when she felt the familiar touch of the sun hit her skin as well as wet hands holding on her left shoulder and legs. She gasps when she sees Flame Prince's grey face and his flame flickering weakly. His eyes looked tired as they stared straight ahead. She leaned against his chest and can hear his heart beating faintly and realized how cold he is.
He looks down at her and weakly smiles, "Hey, you're awake." He carefully puts Fionna on the ground and keeps staring straight ahead at the tree fort. He didn't want to glance at her upset, sad face.
"Flame Prince!" he collapses and she stretches her arms out to hold him up.
"Fionna!" she can hear Cake yell.
When footsteps stopped behind her she turned around, "Cake! Quickly get-"
"Fionna!" a shocked recognizable voice and face made her heart jump.
"P-Prince Gumball?"
He realizes who she's with, "Fionna," he says sternly, "Put him down and walk away now, he's dangerous."
Fionna turned around, still holding Flame Prince, with anger jerking at her heart. "I know that!" she yells, "But he saved me from the Ice Queen! He used fire to help me, not destroy me! He drenched himself in water to carry me back! How dare you call him dangerous?!" She gasps, knowing that she said that to Prince Gumball's face.
He is in a daze, but recovers, "Fionna...he's not safe to be around with, please understand that."
"Flame Prince!" Flare rushes over to the drenched prince. Cake heads for Fionna and hugs her legs.
"Gumball..." Fionna lowers Flame Prince down, but holds his head in her arms. Her eyebrows furrow, "I...can't."
...
"Hey hey hey," Marshall Lee enters with his umbrella hovering over his head. "Afternoon, Fi!" no answer, so he flies up her room, "Fi?"
"Lie him down here Cake," he sees Cake moving Flame Prince on a piece of foil. "Marshall?"
"Fi, what you still doing here with this chump?" Marshall floats over Flame Prince and Fionna pushes him away. "Oh, man, you're in cahoots with him!"
"N-No I'm not!" Fionna hides her blushing face.
"By the way, I smelled Gumwad around your living room, was he here?" he sits himself on Fi's bed.
Cake pops up, "Ohh yeah and it was drama~" she sings the last word and Marshall picks her up.
"Tell me baby girl," he lies on his stomach with his hands supporting his head.
"Well..." Cake begins to make a totally exagerrated story to Marshall as Fionna rolls her eyes and leans over the unconcious prince.
Flare lied unconcious as well on her own foil after fainting. Imagining the consequences of Flame Queen was too much for her that she had to pass out. However, she wakes up with a huge thought, "I got it! Let's feed him the spiciest thing ever, eh? Who's a bad cook here?"
Cake and Marshall Lee look at Fi, "W-What?! Me?!"
"Sweetie, I'm sorry...but...my cooking's better," says Cake and Fi pouts. "Anyways why would that help charge him up?"
"Spicy, hot, heat will come rushing through his body," Flare's eyes lit with excitement. "Anything spicy would be good for any fire element like me and him!"
"How about soup?" suggests Marshall, "All Fi has to do is pour a bunch of pepper in it. Easy for you Fi?"
Fionna ignores Marshall and rushes down the ladder to the kitchen. She brought out the biggest pot she could find and a what she thought is a ladle and then rummaged through the fridge for any sort of meat. She stumbles on the meat of a dragon she and Cake slayed a week ago and takes it out on a cutting board.
She begins to stab it with a kitchen knife, "C'mon! C'mon you! Cut!" Her sword is found and she swings it to chop it all up into small pieces and places it all in the pot with water boiling. "Uh..." she looks around and spots BMO, "What else goes in stew?"
"Oh oh! Lots of vegetables, it's good for your body!" says the dancing robot.
Fi makes a face, "Yuck!"
"That is why you are chubby," BMO walks away with his/her head high (BMO doesn't really have a gender).
"I-I'm not chubby!" Fi looks down and frowns, "I-I...PEOPLE HAVE DIFFERENT BODY TYPES OKAY?!" she rushes to the fridge and chops all the greens she can find with her sword and dumps them in the pot. "Okay...a lot...of pepper and..." she opens her cabinet where a jar of hot peppers is covered in dust and cobwebs. "Fire people like heat right?" she pours everything...even the juice inside and lets the pot boil for ten minutes.
Marshall Lee floats down, "Whoa, you want help with that?" Fionna struggles on carrying the utensil that is half her size up the ladder.
"N-No! I got it!" Cake stretches her arm to grab the mitts and carry the pot up to the room.
"Whoo!" she holds her nose when she lifted the cover, "My, my eyes! My nose!"
Flare takes a deep whiff, "Oh, man, that smells delish! Whoo, baby!" Her tail is wagging when Fi comes back with two glass bowls and pours a spoonful for Flare. She gladly eats it up, lapping the sauce and smacking her lips, "Mmm, stew fit for the Prince!"
Marshall floats up and sits cross-legged in the air next to Flame Prince's head, "You are lucky dude." He then whispers in his ear, "You can act like you're dead now."
Fi ladled the stew in the bowl she held and sat at the other side of his head. She blew on it and Marshall Lee burst in laughter, "What?! Oh...right." She gulps and puts a tiny spoonful in Flame Prince's mouth. His eyes opened instantly and he quickly sits up with his flame slightly burning and the color returning to his body.
"What...is that delicious taste?" his head twists to Fionna and then down to the bowl she held. "M-May I have some more?"
She smiles, "You like my cooking?"
"Yes, it is the tastiest thing that has entered my mouth! Not even the chefs at home could make something like this!"
His comment makes Fi sniffle a little and he flinches wondering if he's done something wrong, but she shakes her head. "It's just...the scent is burning my eyes, but I'm also happy that..." she hands the bowl to him and wipes her eyes. "Finally, someone likes my cooking."
His response is his sloppy slurps of the soup and he sighs in relief. "Ah...sorry, my manners are...not so good."
"Dude," Marshall approaches him, "You're not in the Fire Kingdom now. You are," he avoids putting an arm around him, "away from royalty!" He leans close to his face, "I hope you aren't a priss like Candy Boy. You should be a bad boy, like me, you know, it'll get a ton of chicks."
He clicks his teeth and Fionna slaps him away, "Act as sloppy as you want," she hands over the big pot with contents looking like boiling lava. Flame Prince happily takes it.
"M-May I have some, your Majesty?" asks Flare in a timid voice.
He takes her bowl and scoops up some of the stew, her tail wagged as he puts it down. "Call me Flame Prince," he grins.
Flare digs in as he starts pouring the stew in his mouth. "What is this...meat?"
"Dragon meat!" says Cake. "Fionna and I fought it last week, right Fi?"
"Oh," Fi giggles, "Yeah."
"You fight dragons?" says Flame Prince in amazement.
Marshall floats around him while laying back, "And bears, skeletons, trolls, giants, witches, a bunch of evil stuff."
"You are certainly very strong."
Flame Prince doesn't realize that compliment made Fi as red as a tomato and he stands up, concerned that she is being lit on fire. "Ah, ah," Fi backs a little when Flame Prince stepped closer to her.
"You're face is red, are you...burning inside?"
"You can say that yes," whispers Cake to Marshall and they giggle like little girls at Fi's embarrassed face.
"Well, I, uh..." she faces him and he stood just an inch away from her. She leans in a bit, but in disappointment, he pulls away and sits back down on the foil. "What's wrong?"
"...I really should be getting home," Flare crawls on to his lap and he pets her head. "We should go home, all I do is destroy things. Everything I touch is burned, and...I won't fit in this world. I was made for evil, born from evil, I am evil! Someone like you, people like you, shouldn't care for me."
"But you didn't destroy me, you..." Fionna tries to find her words. "You did good! You saved me from Ice Queen and almost died carrying me home! You're not evil dude."
"'Bout that village you bu-" Marshall groans after getting his stomach hit by Cake.
Flame Prince's face heats up and his flame crackles to and fro. "Fionna," he stands up while holding Flare. "Thank you for everything," he sees an open window and makes a swift jump out of it.
"Flame Prince!" Fionna looks out the window and sees her prince running away like he did last night. "Ugh..." she falls with her back leaning against the wall and pulls her knees to her face. "I'm hopeless..."
Marshall looks out the window with his umbrella and sits on the frame. He sees the flames die down on the grass and the scent of soot blew into his face. The feeling of jealousy already crossed his mind, but left. Even though he keeps flirting with Fionna, keeps tagging along with her, and playfully agitates her she'll never commit to being with him. When she got over Gumball he thought it was his chance, except his plan took another swing to him. Why would Fionna like him? Did she ever cry over me? Would she ever...?
He sighs, "Fi, don't cry over him," he floats down to her eye level on the ground. "I bet he won't find his way back, making him easier to chase."
Fionna sniffles, but wipes her nose"No, never mind him." She's angered, "I'll...I'm going to go out and slay some evil, I'm done chasing!" She storms out of the room and waves her sword in the air.
"Fionna!" Cake follows her sister and Marshall Lee gets his umbrella open.
"Ch, girls..." he snorts and flies out the window.
[Not the best Ch written so far...but hopefully its good enough]