A/N: hashtag, I cant see any of the link you sent. try turning the periods into the word dot.

as far as a Marshall/FP fighting scene. I don't think that will be happening in this story. I was leaning towards it but it just turned out differently, I prefer Marshall and FP to be somewhat friendly towards eachother. That being said, I am trying my hand at writing some action so don't be too sad!

"No."

"C'mon PG!"

"I said no." He continued to make notes and annotations to the paperwork in front of him. Fionna just tapped her foot impatiently. Why was it impossible to get ANY help today.

"Then I'll just go without any protection and burn to ashes, because you. won't. help. me." She replied petulantly. The prince sighed and rubbed his face in exasperation, turning in his chair to properly converse with his (crazy) friend.

"Even if I was able to make this heat shield, what are you going to do once you're in there? It's a whole kingdom of fire. Even the best shields are temporary. Also, Let's suppose you get in and retrieve Flint, how are you going to fight your way through a whole kingdom armed to the teeth with fire, magic, and steel?" She waved his pessimism away.

"I don't know yet. But I gotta do this dude. The last thing I-" She looked down, took a deep breath, and pressed on bravely, albeit more subdued "The last thing I did was slap him and tell him to leave." Gumball's harsh scowl softened.

"Fionna... I can't, in good conscience, allow you to go into Flame Kingdom. I know you care for him, but what if you got hurt? Not even Marshall Lee would be able to help you." She sighed, glaring at the ground. Her friends treated her like a child. She was not a child, she was an adventurer! And she was almost 16! She gave a small hmpf, and decided that if her bros wouldn't help her maybe her sister would. Why she hadn't asked the magical cat for advice in the first place was beyond her. Cake wouldn't tell her no!

She found Cake at Mochro's barn and frantically explained the situation, except instead of explaining it was more grunting and gesticulating like a stupid person.

"Slow down girl, start over." Cake said holding her sisters shoulders.

"Flint was taken, Marsh is a jerk, and PG won't help! I gotta go save him!"

"But, honey, you ain't fire proof" Cake said with an eyebrow cocked and a tone in her voice that said Fionna was being stupid. Fi groaned at the cat.

"THAT'S THE PROBLEM!"

"Well lemme work some of my magic" by which she meant phone a friend and soon a little flambit with a thick accent was making its way towards them.

"Sup yous guys" the little fire cat said jovially. Cake explained the situation, Fi butting in every now and then with loud exclamations. The flaming feline shuddered.

"Well here's the thing. They are my rulers, ya dig? And queeny, she don't really like her son being out and about." Fionna cracked her knuckles and menacingly started rolling up her sleeves. "N-now I didn't say I wouldn't help ya! I will take ya to the edge of the territory, see, and cast the shield on you there, but then yous are on your own."

Fi nodded her understanding. Once she got to Flint he could help her get out. At least she hoped he could. She took a deep breath and drew herself up, and followed this strange fire cat to the fire kingdom to save her boyfriend from the evil clutches of his mother.

Fionna stood outside the fire kingdom, the heat of the flames so intense that if she were to stand here unshielded for much longer she might start to burn. The little fire cat-thingy that Fi didn't bother to learn the name of begins to chant, thrusting her hands about creating runic symbols. She then proceeds to spit, which lands on Fionna's forehead, leaving a small burn.

"Ow! What the fluff?"

"There, I casted Flame Shield on yous. Also I spat on yous" It looked proud of itself.

"So the spitting had nothing to do with casting the spell?" Fi said, a predatory look in her eyes. The little creature tensed up and then laughed nervously.

"Yous can get in there now, and rescue your... umm. dude in distress?" she rolled her eyes at the flambit as it scurried away from her wrath. She rolled her shoulders, loosening them up and prepared to infiltrate. She snuck past the guards and ducked into the Flame Kingdom, making her way discreetly to the palace. All she had had to go on were a few old maps they had in the tree house. Obviously since those maps had been drawn the Flame Kingdom had changed and Fionna quickly found herself relying on her innate sense of direction and knack for finding trouble.

When she finally came upon the castle, she ducked into it and began to search for her prince. She came upon a great room that, by the looks of it, was the throne room. She was about to leave, not expecting to find the imprisoned prodigal son in such a place, when she heard a tap tap tap echoing around the room. She quickly unsheathed a sword and looked about warily. tap tap tap she heard again.

"Fionna" she thought she heard, but it was very far away... and above her? She looked up and there was Flint, imprisoned in a giant lamp. She had to laugh, he looked like a genie in a bottle. A smile spread across the boys face and he pointed to the wall. She looked over and there was a lever attached to a crank that she assumed was to lower the lamp. She walked over to it and tried to release the catch. She pulled and pushed and tried everything til she just became fed up and kicked it. With a rusty creak and a loud thunk, one side of the chains on his prison went slack and it toppled over sideways, the magic glass falling off and Flint tumbling out. Reacting quickly, her prince-saving instincts having been honed quite well for such a situation, she jumped into action, grabbing the chain and letting it haul her up. When she reached the support pulley she slid the flat of her blade over the chain and quickly slipped towards the falling prince. She released her grip on her sword and plummeted quickly after him, grabbing his hand and flipping around in the air so she had him princess-style in her arms.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as the glass housing shattered and the guards were alerted. Fionna, graceful as the cats she was raised by, landed on her feet and quickly dropped the prince to his, took his hand again, and started to run. Regardless of all the weapons she had prepared, she didn't know how much time her flame shield had left and she really didn't want to have to fight the whole flame army. She shouldered her way through the door she came in and barreled into the first guards she had encountered.
This is why the Ice Queen was able to make off with all the princes, security was SO lax. Fi resisted the urge to stop and smack some sense into the guards and continued to run. When she rounded the next corner, she almost ran smack into another round of guards. She quickly came to a halt, and stood ready on the balls of her feet, dropping Flints hand and drawing her second sword in one fluid motion. Flint watched in awe at the sadistic sort of delight that crossed his rescuers face. This fool hardy girl was actually relishing the thought of fighting the elite fire troops. The guards chuckled between themselves.

"We are all needed to fight one little girl?" Fi snorted, an angry noise.

"I bet this little girl could beat the snot out of you four all at once." she threw back at them. The warriors bristled at this challenge and charged her in an angry rush. The girl lowered herself and charged back, her swords dragging through the air behind her. She was fast and fluid, quickly flowing into the space between two of the royal guardians, twisting and slashing and laughing. She danced away again as they tried to grab her. "Aa, aa, aa boys" she taunted "You're hitting on me right in front of my boyfriend? How rude." they surrounded her now, and she watched them all, waiting for them to make their move. One of the guards lunged first, and she leapt at him, meeting his face to her knee and she followed through knocking him to the ground. She sprang away from the felled guard, drawing a stunned Flint behind her on instinct. She then heard more guards behind her and her brain kicked into overdrive.

"Flint, I might need your help. You can fight right?" He shook the haze of dumb that had clouded his brain and turned around pressing his back to hers, dropping easily into a ready stance. That was all the reassuring she needed, and without a second thought she leapt back into action as one of the original sentries aimed a deadly blow at her with a morning-star he had previously deemed her unworthy of. She fell upon the craggy looking elemental with fervor, stabbing at his chest and hissing. One of the others moved to help and she pulled out a dagger from her belt and chucked it at him. It grazed his shoulder and gained her enough time to pull the sword from the one before her. The third bore down on her with a battle cry obviously meant to scare her, but she only released a mighty bellow of her own and matched his sword blow for blow.

Cackling like a woman possessed, Fi beat the guards back, and Flint followed her down the hall, not the least bit phased by the blood-thirsty, ash-covered, insane vision before him. Finally tiring of the guards, Fi grabbed the volcanic flail the first guard had dropped, and made quick work of the rest of them. Once again she grabbed Flint's hand and ran. The two heard more guards coming up ahead and Flint quickly glanced around, now taking the lead.

"This way!" he tightened his grip on Fionna's hand and dragged her down a narrow passage she hadn't even noticed before. She followed with no resistance as he lead them closer to the door. The narrow passage lead to a maze of doors and passages obviously well known to the prince and he quickly lead them to the grand foyer. When they emerged, there was only a token resistance force there. Obviously the Fire Queen didn't think much of Fionna. Whatever. That just made it all the more easy on her.

She rolled her shoulders and tugged her sword from its sheath and held her captured morning-star at the ready. Flint put his hand on her shoulder and they locked eyes. He smiled an almost feral smile and burst into flames, barreling out of the hidden corridor into three of the guards then stopping abruptly. The guards landed in a dazed heap on the floor and the remaining three began to close in on the prince. Fionna, not letting Flint have all the fun, screamed like a banshee and flew out of hiding, volcanic flail swinging and sword glinting. She caught one guard on the temple (or where she suspected the side of his head was, most of the flame people were not humanoid enough for her to tell) and rode his body to the ground. She landed on all fours and looked up at the other two and the tables were turned. The two youths advanced on the remains of the princes baby-sitters and Flint spoke.

"Either you can let us leave, or 'dance' with her. I assure you, she's quite the deadly partner." He crossed his arms smugly as the two looked at each other and decided they'd rather face the Flame Queens wrath than have to deal with the prince's psycho girlfriend. They put down their weapons and stepped aside.

Exiting the castle, the two ran as far and as fast as they could. The girls blue hue was starting to fade and she was worried they wouldn't make it in time and she'd be burned, or worse fried to death. As they reached the edge of the kingdom the two came to a halt, breathing heavy and thoroughly exhilarated, adrenaline coursing through their systems. Before the spell could completely fade Flint pulled the girl close, holding her hands in his, he looked into her blue eyes and was lost.

It was as if Fionna's lips had a gravitational pull all their own.

"Fifi.." he whispered, his eyes half lidded and his heart pounding away in his chest.

"Yeah?" she whispered back, looking up at him with confused anticipation.

"I burn for you." He breathed, and crushed his lips on hers. She responded in kind, pulling him close, her hands fisted in his shirt. His hands laced around her and it was so warm and inviting until it became too warm, hot even, and she kept kissing him despite the pain. It didn't stop til he felt her tears on his face and pulled away, yelping in pain.