#cinder as burgundy

[ficretus]

I always read "Cinder will kidnap Jaune during Vacuo arc" almost purely through Joan of Arc allusion. And for a good reason, everything lines up almost perfectly. It fits chronologically, Cinder fits as Burgundy (Joan's kidnappers), Joan was taken by an archer and held under jurisdiction of prominent one eyed commander.

However, I started thinking it bit through Reverse Ozlem Knightfall theory (credits to onewomancitadel), and it also fits there surprisingly well.

Reverse Ozlem theory places Jaune and Cinder as new Ozma and Salem respectively, but their relationship takes opposite turn. Instead of it being lovers to enemies narrative, it's enemies to lovers.

Their Haven encounter is visually similar to Ozma's and Salem's last encounter during the Jinn backstory, and their encounter at the end of Volume 8 somewhat resembles Ozma's and Salem's first encounter post Ozma's reincarnation (and since it's in reverse, instead of Ozma meeting Salem after reincarnating Jaune meets Cinder before falling into Ever After and essentially reincarnating as Rusted Knight). This implies Jaune's stay in Ever After matches Ozma's stay in afterlife.

This brings Reverse Ozlem timeline to Ozma's first death. Of course it is possible that it's gonna play out in straightforward way and Jaune is just going to die, but I would consider that highly anticlimactic after giving him that entire arc in Ever After. So what if we take Ozma's death symbolically as forceful separation between Ozma and Salem. If looked that way, then reverse of that would be to forcefully bring Jaune and Cinder together, which loops back to kidnapping theory.

I speculated that similarly to Joan's captors, Cinder will try to bargain Jaune away, likely for Relic itself or location of the final Relic. But if we go back to Reverse Ozlem, Salem unsuccessfully tried to bargain with Gods for Ozma's return. If that is reversed, then that would imply that Cinder will try to bargain with some outside force to trade Jaune away for something, which one again fits Joan of Arc theory relatively well.

Overall, I like when different theories intersect at some future points, it makes me feel like I am finding something instead of developing apophenia.

[tadpolesonalgae]

Hot-Cock

Beron x reader

a/n: feel free to enjoy or cry to your heart’s content 🧡💛

warnings: smut, oral (m! Receiving), the smallest tiniest hint of breeding kink, and equally subtle hints of bdsm?

word count: 1.6k~

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Out of every attendant he’s had, you are by far his favourite.

There’s something he finds deeply satisfying, almost arousing, at the manner you conduct yourself with, that in his own mind is at times more respectable and dignified that some of the wives of his council. That his whore would be more dignified than what should be a noble lady—yes, he finds a dark pleasure in that fact.

That mental satisfaction is only added to by the physical pleasure you’re capable of stirring in him, stoking his embers until he feels he could burn you alive, reduce you to metaphorical cinders with the kind of pleasure his body gives to him in response to your mouth and tongue.

He leans back against the desk, head tipping back slightly as he keeps a dominating grip on your hair, pleased by how seamlessly you follow his silent demands—so effortless he can at times forget he has an entire female at his disposal, getting lost in the pleasures of your mouth that all he’s aware of is your tongue, hot and wet as you flick lightly over the slit in his head.

He fucks you as a possession, inanimate and wholly owned.

A muscle ticks in Beron’s jaw, his grip becoming even more unforgiving as he draws near his peak, brows narrowing in concentration as the high comes closer, almost material enough for him to grasp with his hands. He doesn’t bother with a warning, it doesn’t even cross his mind—his one focus is his own pleasure, and with a goading stroke of your tongue, he capitulates to the release.

Knelt between his legs, face pressed between them, you’re kept tight to his base, his hips bucking as his iron grip prevents you from pulling away, and you feel how he reaches his high, cum spilling on your tongue, down your throat, without a care for the fae who’s knelt between his legs.

He groans lowly, roughly, at last ready and warmed up, and you pull away from his cock, heavy and hard, moisture already nestled in a small bead at his tip. You lick your lips, keeping your head dipped until you’re certain you’re looking presentable.

Well, as presentable as you can be while kneeling before him and entirely without clothes.

Hot amber eyes glance down at you, and you wait obediently for his instructions, keeping your head lowered in a show of subservience.

“On the bed,” he orders firmly, hardly out of breath though a touch rougher than usual. You make to shift towards the mattress but he jerks on your hair sharply, angling your head to look at him in unfair reprimand. “I want you on your hands and knees,” he commands lowly with an edge of displeasure at having to even give the orders. “Make sure you look the part.”

Arousal liquefies between your thighs, already wet from having him in your mouth, and you move for the bed when he releases you. It’s not often he’ll order you into this position, but you can admit it’s one you like particularly. The bed is tall enough for you to bend over without a problem—being ordered to position yourself on your hands and knees means you’re forced to spread your thighs wide in order to be at the same height. An added humiliation that he seems to find equally pleasurable.

Swiftly and seamlessly, you settle at the edge of the bed, glancing over to where he’s now stood. He’s almost entirely clothed again, appearing as finely dressed as is customary for a High Lord, but his cock is hot and heavy in his large palm, and from that alone you know he has more than a couple of rounds for you to take.

You gasp in surprise when flame shackles your wrists, tearing them out from under you so you end up tipping forward, face in the burgundy and gold embroidered duvet, with your ass slightly raised in the air—not especially high, due to the wide spread of your thighs.

“Better,” Beron mutters to himself, hot palms settling over the roundness of your hind, spanning the soft skin before guiding himself to your entrance, applying a slight pressure to your lower back, forcing you lower to the mattress. “Look like a proper whore now.”

Your spine arches, head moving to the side so your cheek is pressed into the mattress, breathing shallow as he pushes the head of his cock into you, able to feel how you squeeze him, trying to pull him deeper so he’ll fill you up as he usually does, even without meaning to.

His palm connects roughly with your ass, and you gasp in surprise, feeling the stinging heat as your toes curl. “You’re being paid to work,” he growls out, “not to keep yourself spread out on my bed. Move.”

Heat flushes your skin, your hips shifting slightly as you try to obey his impossible instructions, attempting to move up and down, but he’s practically got you pinned to his bed, thighs unable to shift your weight even slightly with the way your arms are bound at your back. His palm connects again, and this time you whimper, trying to squirm beneath all the constraints keeping you in place.

“Can’t even manage that?” He spits lowly, pushing deeper into you, filling you up pleasurably while keeping you immobile beneath him. “I should throw you out,” he mutters, leaning over you slightly, his hips pressing tight against you, so he’s in up to the hilt, making you pant heavily as he puts his flames into you with so little effort, heat rising to his skin. “What good is a whore who can’t even fuck properly?” He mutters lowly, enjoying his power over you, both physical and through his position of High Lord. “Do I have to teach you?” He drawls, hand again tangling in your hair, pulling you from his bed, hips still kept tight to your hind. “Do you have no shame in your uselessness? Answer me.”

You open your mouth to speak, but can hardly string thoughts together, let alone a coherent sentence. “I…I can…” you mumble, hips shifting ever so slightly as you curve your spine, trying to widen the stance of your thighs in attempts to please him. “I can, if you’d—”

“You’re in no position to be making requests,” he mutters, drawing his hips back then pressing in again, forcing a whimper from your soft lips. “You should be begging me to allow you to stay after this lousy performance.”

“Please…” you mumble, but the word slants in your mouth, coming out all wrong, and you flush with humiliation.

Beron frowns with distain, pushing you into the mattress as he bucks into you, rolling his hips against your own, able to hear the muffled whimpers and moans he’s forcing from your mouth. He pushes firmly on your lower back, and you cry out as you flatten onto the bed, stomach pressed against the mattress while your feet stumble and scramble over the wooden floorboards, attempting to stand properly, but even your tiptoes only graze the floor.

He’s having none of it.

Without giving you time to make amends—though it was undoubtedly his intention to force you into this position—he draws his hips back and pushes in roughly, choosing a punishing rhythm as he fucks you into the mattress, keeping your face shoved into the sheets as he allows the inner fire of his magic to release.

You babble into the bed, squirming beneath his touch as he pounds into you mercilessly, touch rough and demanding as he keeps a relentless grip on your body, your wrists still bound at your back, entirely helpless while he takes his frustrations out on you.

Breaths pant from your lips, legs scrambling to stable yourself despite the hard grip he has on you. The flame wreathing your forearms is pleasantly hot, skin beginning to gleam with sweat, and your nails dig into your palms, unable to do anything other than take the unforgiving buck of his hips, cock touching those spots that have your breath hitching. Even uncaring for your pleasure, each movement of his cock rubs so perfectly against you, putting his weight behind each thrust as he pounds into you, content to take his frustration and strain out on you.

The high knocks you off your feet, fluttering around the thick length of him, and your skin flushes with his flame as his cock heats inside of you the closer he gets to release, spurred on by the feeling of your squeezing him so tight. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he presses hard on your lower back, applying pressure as he squeezes you between his palm and the mattress, making you more sensitive to his cock as he repeatedly drives into you.

Your lids flutter as you feel him release, able to feel the heat of his cum as he spills inside of you, toes curling with arousal, fluttering around him in attempts to keep him within the wet heat of your cunt.

“Shameless whore,” he mutters lowly, roughly, a touch breathless, “no matter how many times I tell you, you always find some way to take pleasure from it.”

You pant heavily, trying to regain your wits, but the heat is still flushing your skin, his cock still keeping you hot and full, able to feel how hard he is.

“We’ll see how much you enjoy the next few hours,” he drawls lowly, the flame that’s binding your forearms and keeping them to your back traces up your spine to wrap around your throat. “If you orgasm even once, you’ll keep the collar on for a month. See if that teaches you some damned obedience to your High Lord.”

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[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

What is Burgandy's weapon of choice? Because she was chokeholding Cinder while having like 10 guns and 3 Swords pointed at her but murdered Team Crdl with her bare hands.

What would happen if Jaune refused her feelings?

Her weapon is her semblance, and anything she can pull with it, whether it be other weapons or objects made of metal or her component's (Pyrrha & Bleiss's) weapons or if worse comes to worse she can use the iron in her own blood to make a weapon... Manipulating it with Polarity, and using her speed Glyphs to make it vibrate at a dangerously fast frequency.

If Jaune refused her feelings Burgundy will split into Pyrrha and Bleiss suddenly. Because she would rather die then deal with her god's rejection.

[ant1quarian]

Dustverse Nicknames so far:

( Very suseptible to change as I learn and the narrative grips me by the face and forces me to change things :D )

OG - Original Dust

Wreckage - Sid’s Dust

Ruins - Copyvessel Dust

Remnant -  Quellow

Clutter - Dust!Swap Sans

Riffraff - Silly dust with crown and big boots

Discard - Voidface

Reject - Tall Dust 

Cinder - Femme Dust

Debris - Idol Dust

Wilt - Bald Dust

Sprinkle - Friendly Dust

Spread - Bunny

Scraps - Saejun!Dust

Husks - Cap!Dust

Mote - Detective!Dust

Fos (Fossilz) - Diesel!Dust

Specks - Timetraveller Dust

Detritus - Biblically Accurate Dust

Olyu - Error!Dust

Fracture - Ivan!Dust

Serial - Killer-Dust fusion

Dander - Bittybat Dust

Erosion – Eldritch Dust

Smog – Smiles

Pollen – Bitty Dust

Ashes - Brother Dust

Smog – Drugdealer Dust (Always High)

Atrophy – Stabby McFeral Stabbsters

Rubble - Mttbs Dust

Malaise - Friends or Foe Dust

Scatter - Flighteningtale Dust

Misery – Transfem Dust

Mites - Middleschool Dust

Residue – Magical Girl Dust

Talc - Limbus Company Dust

Webs – Nun Dust

Grit – Goblin Dust (And his Rat, Hyacinth)

Fallout - Witherborn Dust

Decay - Avian Dust

Soot - Mafiadust

Fuzz - Cat Dust

Grain – Band Dust

Bell - Heather’s Dust – Potential Placeholder

Plague – Pestilence!Dust

Wraith – Ghost!Dust

Crow – Etherealdreamtale!Dust

Stain – Dust!Ink

Burgundy - Dust!Fell

Silt – Festivalverse Dust

Rust - Dust who yoinked Crimson’s SOUL

Closure - Dust who yoinked the SOULs (If you want, Lili)

If you are a creator of one of the Dusts and don't like the nickname, feel free to reach out and tell me to change 'em!!

Or just, y'know, tell me not to use the Dust at all. This is purely for fun and I understand that some creators don't want their characters used!

Also do you want me to tell you about the differences in the AUs between Voidface!Dust and OG Dust? (Like all of the very similar Dust's) 'cause there will be differences

[ryuzakemo128]

Wrath of a Scorned Woman

Pairings: Freyja Raengyreon & Floris Baratheon / Aemond Targaryen x Female Velaryon Reader

Content Warning: cussing and swearing.

Words: 765

Masterlist

Credit 4 Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Summary: Heavy footsteps had come from down a cavernous hall. Floris ringing a bell from a velvet cushion, engraved dragons into the gold bell. “You are a coward, and I will see that history forgets you.” Floris spoke, looking at Aemond with his mistress.

“You have mistaken your own importance, husband. I have no further need of you or this ‘marriage’. I have found something greater than anything you could have ever provided me.” Floris eyes narrowed at her would be ex-husband. “I have found a dragon grander and greater than your eyes had ever seen.”

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Heavy footsteps had come from down a cavernous hall. Floris ringing a bell from a velvet cushion, engraved dragons into the gold bell. “You are a coward, and I will see that history forgets you.” Floris spoke, looking at Aemond with his mistress.

Towering over the three of them, a woman, a giantess of a woman. Eyes of blue violet mixed with light grey. Lumen in the dimly lit room. Burgundy red hair long enough to brush across the floor. Freyja didn’t have to say anything. All she had to do is stand there. A clear enough warning to those who break their oaths.

Floris might have harmed his mistress. But Aemond did something far, far worse. He ruined her chances of having children of her own. Ruined her chance of getting something she wanted. She didn’t care for the consequences, damn them all, and she will bring his entire house around his head. Bring him to his pathetic knees and crush him like he crushed her. May he die in a pool of ruin, like the seven have foretold in legends.

Floris determined to bring down her soon-to-be ex-husband and his mistress. She didn’t care if she were to die in the process. She had a dragon, and for once in her life she had the power to change things to make her own life better. Better for herself and her house. “Greens can’t keep their oaths, it seems.” Freyja snarled into his ear. “Can’t help themselves, can’t help but ruin everything they touch with their slimy, rotten hands.”

Floris’s smug grin spread across her face, ‘I will crush your bones until you lay broken in front of me. You will watch your house burn until nothing, but cinders, ashes and embers, remain. I will have you dragged from one end of king’s landing to the other until you are swimming in an ocean of pain.’

Aemond looked into Freyja’s eyes, his heart beating like a drum inside his chest, “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Floris.”

“But I do. According to your brother. You just need her. This marriage is no longer needed if that is the case.” Floris snapped at him. “And you. (Y/N) You have nothing to give, and you are worth nothing in comparison. Keep that pathetic excuse of a man. Keep him as you rot into the earth when I am done with you. You shall bear witness as I ruin him and everything that he will ever have. I will kill you all and decorate you on my walls. A better end than you are worthy of.”

(Y/N) spoke up, "You think you can just cast us aside? You're a fool, Floris. Aemond is the heir to House Targaryen, and I am his chosen. Your threats mean nothing to me."

"Aemond is prince regent and Aegon's son is his heir. Your existence means nothing to me any longer." Floris corrected. "Perhaps if you were more interested in books than Aemond's cock, you would have learned that by now."

“As you can see, I do not need you anymore. I have found someone greater than you. Grander. She will give me everything I want and more.” Floris declared, she found herself a dragon. A dragon more liable to eat the ones the House of Targaryen rides. “We have no further need of House Targaryen. Take your leave NOW.” She smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress and walked out of the room.

Freyja glared at the two of them, “I will devour your dragons, crush their bones and force your entire family to watch. You will not leave this world without knowing the pain you have brought down. I will eat your dragon sheepstealer, Vhagar and Sunfire. A mere snack. A small payment for what you have done to my benefactor. Or you could annul this pitiful marriage you have no interest in and leave. Otherwise, I will, and can, devour all that you are. All that you will ever be.”

Freyja stood guard outside of Floris’s bedchambers. Disallowing entry to anyone Floris did not approve of. “Aemond take your mistress (Y/N) Targaryen and leave. You are no longer worthy of Floris Baratheon.” Freyja growled as she prevented him from chasing after Floris.

[ct-anon]

Oculus Shared Universe

This is just a directory. Partly just for my sake lmao

Linked accounts:

Professor Augustine Sycamore - @lab-sycamore

Burgundy Finch - @burgundy-twice

Cinders - @number1houndoomfan

Lilium - @theliliumproject

Alphonse - @sillydex45

Professor Chartreuse Camphor - You are here.

Guzma - @guzmabuglord

Robiquet & Mandy - @geosengespiral

Timeline is whatever we want it to be /lh

Takes place a few months after the events of X/Y, between Black 1/ Black 2, Sun/Moon is whatever the writer behind Guzma feels like /silly

The events of X/Y involved both legendaries. The rule of oculus shared universe is to have fun and be yourself.

Interaction between accounts outside of the shared universe is up to the writer and it’s usually very encouraged we really want interaction /lh the shared universe concept is solely bc we are a group of friends and wanted our sillies to be connected

Current Arcs:

Lab hell - @lab-sycamore / @burgundy-twice

Burnout - @sillydex45 / @burgundy-twice

[blossom-boo]

thank you for the tag @consumingmen & @krukel <3

last song: General Release by Mike Klubnika - i loooooooooove buckshot rouletter so i've been listening to the ost lmao

favourite color: i love purple, yellow and burgundy. in my day to day life i will often choose burgundy or maroon makeup, clothes, nail polish etc over any other colour

last book: i recently read you'd be home now by kathleen glasgow, and i found it so deeply mid it's kind of funny. maybe if i read it in english it'd have been better but i simply found no way in myself to have any sympathy for the main character. i felt like that "i'm gonna say it, i don't care that you broke your elbow" meme through the whole thing

last movie: i went and saw the apprentice. and i hated that i loved it so deeply. chefs kiss acting + costume design + soundtrack + the grain filter !!!!!!!! it's somehow a situational comedy but also an arthouse, but also a fucking horror movie. i definitely recommend it.

last show: 2 broke girls. obv very problematic at times but i love it. so comforting to rewatch

sweet/spicy/savoury: spicy!! i could probably keep buldak ramen in business all by myself honestly. yes i also have ibs yes i should stop

relationship status: single and content with it. i'm pretty happy to figure my own stuff out, and relationships later.

last thing i googled: where to enter steam key - i got gifted a game and i didnt know how to activate it lol

current obsession: obv joker out, but also buckshot roulette, i love that game so much

looking forward to: gifting my friends their presents, spending time with my sister, finishing this research paper i've been procrastinating so hard lmao

no pressure tags : @sepetajmikolikomehoces @guggi04 @cinder-rose @cat-holding-water @absurdist007

[guzmabuglord]

dude do you know who that CT guy is… they’ve been messaging cinders and also another friend of mine they’re kinda a dick aren’t they 💀

- @burgundy-twice

YEAH 💯💯 like who the fuck else mentioned Kukui, yo? What an asshole‼️ I ain’t got no clue who they are.

[just2bubbly]

can we get some kaider fluff please🙏

this the fastest I have replied to a fic request, and it's making me feel proud so yea, you absolutely would get some kaider fluff and just to be quick I'm gonna write headcanon in this one since it gotta be quick and I might take forever to expand each idea into 1000 words and you don't want to be waiting that long, also I don't want you to wait that long too!

after the revolution gets over, Kai decides to learn Cinder's favourite thing and wants to surprise her with her favourite things so he decides to ask Iko about it but learns that Cinder didn't really have much choice in picking favourites *sobs*, so she doesn't really have favourite things. So Kai takes it upon himself to make sure Cinder gets to try new things and stuff like icecream flavour, flowers, colours, books, places so she can have favourites.

So one time when he wanted to gift her flowers and he does have Peonies with him but he doesn't want to assume and instead wants Cinder to choose her favorite flowers so he takes her to the florist shop and they just look around the shop taking in all that colour and fragrance, as Kai makes her check each and every flower in the shop. Cinder finds it fun and silly but she internally loves him for it validates her choices and when she goes through the flowers she does end up picking Peonies since they do remind her of Peony but also since they look so beautiful and ornamental. It's closely followed by Pink Frangipani and Kai makes a note of all the flower she looks at multiple times or touches it in a comforting way when she knows he isn't looking her way, so that she can be gifted those from time to time.

Once they have figured out Cinder's favourite flower, it's Kai's turn where he asks her to make a wild guess and it turns to be a challenge for as she looks around the shop all over again to figure out what Kai's favourite flowers might be. And she does try to cheat by searching it on her netscreen but there all vague answers and every site has different flowers so she decided to name each one of them to him and it goes like

"This site says you like Burgundy Roses as you wanted to be devoted by your lover," she says as she gives a few collection of roses to him.

"The colour truly is mesmerising but I don't love them."

"How about Sunflowers or maybe Daffodils since you are always optimistic?"

"I do find them poetic but again a no."

"Wolf's bane since you love doing the forbidden?"

"God what site are you on?"

"emperordoesthingstome"

"Can we get to the next guess please."

And she goes on naming a few more and she can't a name on it so instead she changes tactics, making him tell his own favorite. So the first one to get a comm would lose and if it's Kai he will tell his favorite flower and if it's Cinder than she would have to extend her trip by an extra day. Cinder loses the game and no one is sad over it since she gets to spend one more day with him but she does pester him into telling about his favorite flower.

"Orchids, blue more than others," he says.

And Cinder notices that not a single site mentioned about Kai loving orchids and she asks about it and he tells that no one bothered to ask him as he was always given complimentary bouquets. And Cinder buys him Orchids of each colour, before walking out of the shop.

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That's all, it was too long but I hope it satisfies, and thank you for sending the ask nonnie! Do keep sending them :)

[vibralumy]

New:🎥 from Alex Livinalli & his Gf’s story

Announcing that he is doing another SIGNING ✍🏾 soon so if you r in the US and wanna go it’s time guys!

(He looks really really good in that video… red light, burgundy shirt, long dark hair, bright hot smile, clear skin cute eyes… 🧎🏾‍♀️

@p3achez32 @karimk2 @umber-cinders @xblackreader @mickimomo @theemfingmenace @theeblackmedusa @yucamortal @mamajankyy @iccedays @siancore @pilesofpillows @megamindsecretlair @chottopoco @attoye

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Gliding in for the third 🐉Wings of Fire AUs names lists are...

The 🔥SkyWings🦅!

The X-Men Members:

• Charles Xavier/Professor Xavier: Charcoal

• Ororo Munroe/Storm: Maroon

• Logan Howlett/Wolverine: Longspur

• Scott Summers/Cylcops: Cinder

• Jean Grey/Marvel Girl/Phoenix: Junco

• Hank McCoy/Beast: Hawk

• Anne-Marie/Rogue: Rouge

• Remy LeBeau/Gambit: Ridge

• Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat: Kite

• Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler: Warbler

• Jubilation Lee/Jubilee: Jebel

• Evan Daniels/Spyke: Ember

• Bobby Drake/Iceman: Bunting

• Piotr Rasputin/Colossus: Pyrite

• Illyana Rasputin/Magik: Ignite

• Rahne Sinclair/Wolfsbane: Wren

• Samuel "Sam" Guthrie/Cannonball: Gyrfalcon

• Roberto da Costa/Sunspot: Sunstone

• Danielle "Dani" Moonstar/Mirage: Merlin

• Laura Kinney/Wolverine 2.0: Lark

• Tabitha "Tabby" Smith/Boom-Boom: Burgundy

The Brotherhood:

• Erik Lehnsherr/Magnus/Magneto: Eagle

• Raven Darkholme/Mystique: Ravine

• Victor Creed/Sabretooth: Vermeil

• Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver: Peak

• Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: Scarlet

• Mortymer Tonybee/Todd Tolansky/Toad: Topaz

• Fred "Freddy" Dukes/Blob: Finch

• Lance Alvers/Avalanche: Avalanche

• St. John Allerdyce/Pyro: Pyrope

(A few more resused names this time around, but, they fit. These are certainly on fire, aren't they? And last but never least...)

• Reader/Bby: Jasper, Hessonite, Garnet, Bluff, Steep, Sierra, Alp, Carmine, Crimson, Cerise, Besra, Shikra, Owl, Harpy, Robin, Phoebe, Chickadee, Mimid, Jay, Magpie, Tanager, Sparrow, Coal...

[ficretus]

Theory: Cinder will capture Jaune in Vacuo portion of the story

It's me, back again with another theory based on Joan of Arc story. This time, trying to figure out how her capture by Burgundians will be realized in RWBY story.... if we ever get to that part of the story. If it were to happen, it will most likely be in Volume 11 (I might make Volume 10 Joan of Arc theory one day).

I'd suggest reading my theory to get better understanding of who do I read as what character and how do events that already happened figure out in their respective story timelines. If not, I'll still make quick summary whenever something from that theory pops up.

First of all, let's start with why. Why would Jaune be captured at any point of the story? Jaune is one of the rare characters in the story who's primary allusion gets captured in their story (other being Ruby), and no, I don't think Jaune being captured by Ace Ops will suffice for this. Joan of Arc' time in captivity was comparable to her time serving as a soldier (both being roughly one year), so I'd find it pretty weird if Jaune never got captured as major plot point.

Timeline wise, it also matches. Volumes 4-5 match Loire campaign (pursuing the enemy, enemy fails to ambush them and suffers major defeat), Volume 6 is Rheims coronation (usage of Lantern/King is granted wisdom by Ampulla, both being oil containers), Volumes 7-8 are siege of Paris (both being greatest cities of their respective regions, Joan/Jaune suffered major defeat and retreated last over the bridge). I go over this in more detail in the timeline theory I linked above. Volume 9 is the only one I cannot connect to major event of Joan of Arc story, although that could be because Jaune became Rusted Knight during that portion of the story, temporarily ceasing to be Joan of Arc. This would make Vacuo portion of the story, theoretical Volumes 10-11, Joan of Arc' campaign against Perrinet Gressart, battle of Lagny and siege of Compiegne. Compiegne was the last battle Joan of Arc participated in, leading to her capture. So based on this, if Jaune ever gets captured, Vacuo portion of the story is the safest bet.

Cool, but why Cinder as his captor? Joan of Arc was captured by Burgundian army and Cinder matches Burgundian role in Joan of Arc story. Both side with enemy to achieve their goals (Burgundy sides with England, Cinder sides with Salem) ,both are power hungry with the goal of eventual freedom (Burgundy wanted to separate itself from France and become independent Kingdom), both have personal vendetta against enemy leader (Ruby reads as king Dauphin). On top of that, soldier that captured Joan of Arc was archer and Cinder is one of the rare characters in the series to use bow and arrow instead of firearms. Additionally, Joan of Arc was under shared jurisdiction of two enemy commanders, Lionel Bastard of Vendome and John of Luxembourg. Former had a lame hand, latter had a missing eye. If you overlay their injuries, you get Cinder again.

Why would Cinder capture him is different question who's answer will vary depending on interpretation of the events.

Now that I explained why do I think it's incredibly plausible thing to happen, let's get to the interpretations.

First let me start with interpretation I strongly reject.

Theory 1: Cinder won't capture Jaune, she will kill him on the spot. This is one of those obvious interpretations dating back all the way back to early Volumes, ever since Cinder was revealed to be the fire user. She is fire, he is Joan of Arc, bam, perfect match (I guess Cinder will give Jaune and Pyrrha matching sweaters). There are couple of reasons I reject this interpretation.

I am sceptical about Jaune having tragic ending to his story. While it does make sense on paper considering Joan of Arc is his allusion, it doesn't quite work with Jaune's story. Joan of Arc had series of triumphs before losing some battles at the end and getting captured. Jaune basically gets none of that, or at least scraps of successes Joan had. On top of that, he gets significantly more failures and suffering compared to Joan. Killing him like this would be like kicking the man while he is already down.

Story seems to reject Jaune's martyrdom, ironically in his battle with Cinder back in Volume 5. He goes in admitting he doesn't care about his own life as long as others succeed. Issue Jaune has is lack of self worth due to his perceived uselessness. For him, character development would be learning to value his own life and not throwing it away for what he thinks is greater good. Having him die in combat basically invalidates that. Him trying to throw away his life in Volume 5 wouldn't be an issue in that case, it's the fact he tried to throw it away at the wrong point of the story.

Having Cinder kill him would feel pretty weird. Common aspect of their encounters is that she can kill him at almost any point but for some reason chooses not to (be it arrogance, sadism or something else entirely), even when she logically really should (there is no reason to not go for a kill when Jaune denied her Maiden power). Having Cinder kill him would feel like she at some arbitrary point decided to flip metaphorical kill switch and finally do it.

Now to interpretations I find more likely

Theory 2: Jaune will be captured and then turned into Grimm. This is taking Joan of Arc story pretty straight forward with some twists. In this version of the events, Cinder will capture Jaune, but not kill him, most likely sadism or because of something Salem ordered her to do. Burgundians ransomed Joan of Arc to the English, which will be mirrored with Cinder giving Jaune to Salem. She will turn him into Grimm akin to the Hound and force him to fight his friends. This will represent Joan's death as heretic. Joan of Arc was re-trialed years later at the orders of Dauphin, who is Ruby in this version of the story. Duke of Alencon (who I read as Weiss) was one of the witnesses during rehabilitation trial, so I guess she'll help out as well. Ruby will purify Jaune with some assistance from Weiss and save his life, symbolizing Joan's rehabilitation.

Next thing is not Joan of Arc related, but what the hell, when will I ever get an opportunity to mention this. There is a another Grimm fairy tale about Snow White, in which she has sister Rose Red. This always bothered me, since it works so well with Ruby and Weiss but story seemingly has no relevance in RWBY plot. They met a talking bear they took care of. Then they met evil dwarf several times, always helping him, but he is always ungrateful. In the end, bear killed a dwarf, revealing himself to be cursed prince dwarf turned into a bear so he can steal his treasure. Snow White then married cursed prince and Rose Red married his brother, the end. So, what does this has to do with anything I said paragraph before? Well, if Jaune does become Grimm and he becomes let's say, Ursa like Grimm, then things get more interesting. He becomes cursed prince from the story that ends up marrying Snow White, making this effectively Whiteknight (Cinder can be then read as evil dwarf since she'd be one responsible for his curse and she stole his treasure, Pyrrha). This would also imply Rosegarden since Rose Red marries prince's brother (Oscar being another cursed prince).

This interpretation does rob Jaune of lot of agency post capture since he'd be esentially mind controlled, but it does hit enough Joan of Arc story beats for me to consider it plausible. This would also shift Cinder to being primarily Weiss' rival since Jaune would be out of commission.

Theory 3: This is step one in Cinder's redemption arc. Time to get back to that particular rabbit hole, this time with 100% more Stockholm syndrome. This one will have whole lot speculative canon, but I'll try to reinforce each point with Joan of Arc parallels.

Ok, how the hell does that work? Well first, we need to get back to that double timeline theory I linked at the beginning. To sum it up, timeline 1 goes from Joan's arrival at Chinon to her heresy trial, timeline 2 goes from Joan's childhood to her victory at Orleans. These two timelines overlap creating complete narrative (V5 is both Joan's Loire campaign and trip to Vaucouleurs, V8 is both siege of Paris and Joan's village being sacked, etc). I went into reasons why I use this method in that theory.

Anyways, last event I traced to 2nd timeline is Joan's village being sacked. She spent her time in city of Neufchateau before departing for Vaucoleurs to meet Robert de Baudricourt for the third time. Quick summary, Cinder is Baudricourt in this timeline since both dynamic and timeline placements of her meetings with Jaune match Baudricourt's meetings with Joan. Both times, Baudricourt dissmisses Joan (first time publically humiliating her), but third time he relents (motivated by his desperate circumstances and Joan's correct prediction of Dauphin losing key battle near Orleans) and sends her to Dauphin's castle in Chinon. Side note, Cinder also plays the role of Dauphin in timeline 2 (backstories match, both have a crown that they cannot reach, both were raised by powerful queen dowager after running away from their home) which I don't feel is contradictory for the reasons I go more in my timeline theory. Additionally, Joan gained a favor of two of Baudricourt's soldiers, Jean of Metz and Bertrand de Poulengy. This surprised Baudricourt considering both were notorious troublemakers. I translated those two as Emerald and Mercury in my timeline theory.

Cool, but what does this has to do with Joan's capture? Well, we overlay this portion of timeline 2 onto Compiegne portion of timeline 1 to get the full story.

First to get back to Compiegne: Burgundian duke Philip broke the peace treaty with Dauphin and attacked Compiegne. Joan went there with relatively small army and in some sources, against Dauphin's orders. She rallied out to fight Burgundians, held well, but ultimately getting captured. Burgundians were unable to take Compiegne.

So full translation to RWBY would be: Cinder manages to outsmart Ruby and gets into position where it's likely she'll take Maiden power and/or Relic. Jaune shows up as the last line of defense, likely fighting her together side by side with Emerald and Mercury (I believe Mercury will be redeemed in Volume 10, partially due to Joan of Arc story). This can be interesting callback to either Cinder, Emerald and Mercury taking on Amber or Jaune confronting Cinder with Emerald and Mercury by her side like in Volume 5 (their roles now being reversed). Similar to Volume 5, Jaune will likely hit several sour spots for Cinder (this is reference to Joan telling Baudricourt her unfavorable visions and them turning out to be true). They lose after putting up a good fight but buy enough time for others to reinforce and prevent Cinder from obtaining the Maiden power and/or Relic (or Cinder takes too much damage in the fight). Cinder makes spur of the moment decision and captures Jaune while running away (this matches Compiegne, Jaune gets captured but enemy doesn't achieve their objective). Capture kind of works with timeline 2: if Cinder is both Baudricourt and Dauphin, then she is effectively sending Jaune to herself, that to me reads like capture.

Several of her comrades tried to free Joan, but by the time they reached the place where she was held as prisoner, she is already moved to different castle. This could also happen in the show, breaking the trend of main cast successfully rescuing their captured friend from previous volumes. Jaune would then be taken to Salem with Cinder (who'll likely get punished for her failures) arguing she can exchange Jaune for location of Relic of Choice (maintaining the part of the story Joan is held for ransom). Similar to theory 2, I'd expect Jaune's capture to last at least one full volume.

Ok, that's cool and all, but what does this have to do with Cinder's redemption in any shape or form:

They will be forced together for extended period of time. Additionally, there will be nobody else for them to interact with. Eventually, they'll have to interact in some shape or form. I would expect lot of initial setbacks considering Joan of Arc attempted to escape twice. But still, it would be pretty weird if they just grumbled at each other whole time and then went back to fighting. Come on man, they are foils that don't know they are foils, do something with that.

Neither can hurt each other. Jaune cannot hurt her since he would be her prisoner, she cannot hurt him without risking the prospect of deal falling off (and as shown when threatened by Neo, Cinder considers her death plausible outcome if she screws up the Relic). This means Jaune could meaningfully verbally challenge Cinder without the risk of dying (hello Watts). This also wouldn't be reach to happen, considering he did similar thing in Volume 5. Basically, Cinder will be stuck with Jaune as voice of consciousness entire volume without being able to get rid off it.

This would transition relatively well into Indecisive King story. In that story, Widow (basically Jaune) spends time in King's castle before eventually confronting him over Relic of Choice. Joan of Arc similarly spent time in Dauphin's castle at Chinon. In both stories Jaune coded character spent time with Cinder coded character before eventually changing them for better.

As usual, I decided to make Cinder portion needlessly long and complicated. Anyways, what are your thoughts? Did I miss any plausible interpretations?

[angie-long-legs-moved]

Husk can tell there's something off about Angel right now. Both sets of arms heavy and loose by his sides. All eight eyes staring into the middle distance. No sassy comments coming out his mouth - usually a good thing, but not right now.

Husk frowned and nibbled his bottom lip. What was he supposed to do in situations like this? Charlie was the one who'd done all the research into this thing called dissociation and why it happened and how you were supposed to help. What had Husk been doing? Drinking, probably. He cursed himself for not paying more attention to the Princess's ramblings.

A sudden gust of wind rippled his fur - and lit a lightbulb above his head.

Yes! That had been one of Charlie's tricks! What had she called it? A grounding exercise?

"It's windy today," he said suddenly. He paused. Then he added, "This bench has a nice texture, don't you think?"

He cringed. That phrase came straight from a textbook, and he knew it. He'd never say something like that naturally. But if it helped...

Okay, stop there for now. Don't overwhelm him.

Husk looked to Angel for a reply. His eyes were fixed on the spider demon, and his brain whirred away thinking of other suggestions he could make - smell this leaf, count all the red things you see, listen to those cannibals arguing - in case there was no reply.

(OOC: Thanks for giving me the opportunity to do this! Hope that gives you something good to work with!)

Angel hadn't been aware of the wind ruffling his hair, or the smell of oncoming rain, or the solidity of the bench he was seated on. He often came to this spot on the heels of a particularly bad day - it was secluded and quiet, for the most part, overlooking a black, oozing lake that smelt like tar and gasoline, right on the outskirts of Cannibal Town. The sun was setting, the red sky deepening into the burgundy of dried blood. The cigarette in his hand was long forgotten, a cold column of cinders yet to be discarded.

Angel noticed none of it.

The surprise of his friend sitting down next to him, here, an escape he thought only he was privy to, was muffled by his current mindset - a knock on the door of a padded room.

The bench comment was bewildering enough to knock some consciousness loose in Angel's mind - something about the texture of it? The fuck was he talking about?

With far more effort than it should have taken, Angel's head turned to acknowledge Husk's presence. He almost wondered if he really was there or if he had conjourned him up in his imagination, his brain's haywire attempt at manifesting some kind of comfort in the form of a friend he'd been getting closer to by the day.

Maybe this was a dream. It felt like a dream. Maybe he'd wake up in his bed at the hotel, or his dressing room at the studio, or back with Valentino...

He blinked uselessly, the world looking no less hazy as he gazed at his visitor.

"What're ya doin' here?" Angel managed to croak out.

[ant1quarian]

UPDATED DUSTVERSE NAMES LIST

( With Creators/People who added the Dust to the OG post )

OG Dust

Belongs to Ask-Dusttale

Ash

BS!Dust. Belongs to @/absurdumsid.

Ruins

CV Dust. Belongs to @/askquellowsans

Remnant

Also known as Quellow. Belongs to @/askquellowsans

Flumen (And Dyst)

A Swap Sans who wears the clothes of a fallen "friend", Dyst.

Created by @/rushin-safire

Dusty Crumb

Belongs to @/kredena-dark

Has been corrected ✨

Discard

Also known as Voidface Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Reject

Tall Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Cinder

Femme Dust, belongs to @/elizakai

Debris

Idol Dust, designed by @/safwunnz, created by @/zucchiyeni

Wilt

Bald Dust, submitted by @/swiftmitsu

Sprinkle

Friendly Dust, @/dustsansm1 Dust, essentially, designed by @/absurdumsid

Non-romanceable. A content creator here on Tumblr.

Spread

BIB Dust, belongs to @/thelunarsystemwrites

Scraps

Saejun!Dust, belongs to @/absurdumsid

has been corrected ✨

Husks

Cap-wearing Dust, submitted by @/swiftmitsu

Mote

Detective Dust, belongs (I believe) to @/switchthedragon

Fos (Fossilz)

Fos/Fossilz Dust belongs to @/safwunnz

Pendulum

Time traveller Dust, belongs to @/ksopaz

has been corrected ✨

Detritus

Biblically Accurate Dust, belongs to @/elizakai

Olyu

Olyu, Error!Dust, belongs to @/glitchedcodez

Fracture

Ivan!Dust, belongs to @/absurdumsid

has been corrected ✨

Serial

Killer-Dust fusion, belongs to @/swiftmisu

Dander

Bitty bat Dust, belongs to @/mellybabbles

Erosion

Eldritch Dust, belongs to (/submitted by) @/wr-n

Smog

Smiles, submitted by @/elizakai

Pollen

Bitty Dust, submitted by @/createbellatheartist

Miasma

Brother Dust, belongs to @/elizakai

Haze

Drugdealer Dust that's constantly high and Built Different™, submitted by @/elizakai

Atrophy

Mr Feral McStabby, submitted by @/elizakai

Talc

Limbus Company Dust, belongs to @/tuxibirdie

Webs

Mttbs Dust, belongs to @/justanidiotartist

Malaise

Nun Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Decay

Avian Dust, belongs to Me (@/ant1quarian)

Fallout

Witherborn Dust, belongs to Me (@/ant1quarian)

Soot

Mafiadust Sans, belongs to Me (@/antiquarian)

Molt

Flighteningtale Dust, belongs to @/dragon-tamer-1

Misery

Transfem Dust, belongs to @/mellybabbles

Mites

Middleschool (Cat?) Dust, belongs to @/inkcat1987

Residue

Magical Girl Duster, belongs to @/thelunarsystemwrites

Grit

BT!Dust (Goblin Dust), belongs to @/shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck

Fuzz

Cat Dust, belongs to @/squidiott

Corrosion

Underworld Society!Dust, submitted by @/absurdumsid, belongs to @/machicoasa625 on Twitter

Malicious (Mal)

Mind's Multiverse!Dust, belongs to @/solusminds

Specks

Glasses Dust, submitted by @/elizakai

Heather

Heathers!Dust, belongs to @/a-whispering-echo

Plague

Pestilence!Dust, belongs to @/a-whispering-echo

Murmur

Ghost!Dust, belongs to @/a-whispering-echo

Crow

EtherealDreamtale!Dust, belongs to @/fictionalshippingbean

Stain

Dust!Ink, submitted by me, belongs to Ssgt. Frost or Undriel

Burgundy

Dust!Fell, who was submitted by me, @/ant1quarian

Wraith

Festivalverse!Dust, belongs to @/meimeikyu

Rust

Fiend or Foe Dust, belongs to @/liliallowed

has been corrected ✨

Closure

GOD!Dust (essentially), belongs to @/liliallowed

Melancholy

Dust-Isabella (from Encanto), belongs to @/jadethetsu

Clutter

Dust!Swap Sans, belongs to me, technically @/ant1quarian

Stardust

Dust!Nebula, belongs to @/dzasterdumpterfire

Warden

Bodyguard!Dust, belongs to @/absurdumsid

Sleuth

Spy!Dust, belongs to @/ksopaz

Snore

Snorlax Dust, belongs to @rushin-safire /silly

Loch

Pirate!Dust, belongs to Me (@/ant1quarian)

Crimson and Ashley

Gender!Swap Dragon-esque AU, belongs to @/liliallowed

Treble

Colour!Dust, belongs to @/dzasterdumpterfire

Speckle

Little!Dust, belongs to @/thelunarsystemwrites

Reform

Ref!Dust, belongs to @/sans-wannabe-wife

Popsicle

Popsicle Dust, belongs to @/liliallowed

Harvest

Dust!Reaper Sans, belongs to @/ant1quarian, inspired and sorta designed by @/pika-pika-blog

Reign

Dust!Controltale Sans, belongs to @/ant1quarian

If I have missed any Dusts, simply comment on this post or mention me elsewhere or send me an ask, and your Dust will be added :]

( Also all tags are on this post )

Credit to every single creator and submitter that added to the Dustverse!

I think that's all I've got so far!

Anyone else who wants to add Dust's can send me an ask or interact with me in DM's, because it'll be open until the story eventually finishes! (will be literal years away-)

If I've got any credits incorrect, please do tell me so that I can fix it!

[disillusioned-phantasma]

"Ow." You say; at least, that's what you try to say. It comes out as more of an indistinct moan. You have to resist the urge to sink back into that suffocating blackness, somewhere far away, where the pain can't reach you. "Where –"

Another scream. Closer this time. Sounding almost human. Wearily, you raise your head, push yourself onto hands and knees; there’s pain in each of your ribs, one by one, like a xylophone breaking as it plays.

Wind rips at your robes and branches fly by. Dirt and bits of grass are rising and dancing chaotically as though enchanted. Trees fall with a shudder that shakes the earth. A deafening roar sounds above your head, and you look up, amazed, to see a dragon, his silhouette dark against the sun. His scales are a dark, burnished shade of brown, his eyes and horns and spinal plates a bright, vivid amber. The dragon throws back his head and screams, blowing out golden flames with his next exhale.

Even as far away as you are, you can still feel the searing heat, washing over your face, and bringing with it memories, roaring through your mind with vicious velocity.  You remember falling to the ground in a bloodied heap, burgundy poison staining your robes. You remember hearing an awful, strangled cry from Rex Lapis, as though he had been the one in pain. And then – nothing.

Staring at the dragon's familiar amber eyes, it isn't so hard to surmise what had happened, how things had taken the worst possible turn.

Now, as a dragon, Rex Lapis has single-handedly managed to turn the tides of battle. Archons and humans alike are turning and fleeing, a mass exodus intent on escaping from this unstoppable force of nature. The dragon lands on the scorched earth, unleashing flames and teeth and claws. You watch his head crane around at the end of that long serpentine neck, watch as his tail lashes sideways and catches a man making his escape, breaking him in two. You have to choke back the urge to vomit, swallowing back your own fear. Blood, and sticky smoke clings to you.

“Rex Lapis!” You scream, unsure if he can hear you. “REX LAPIS!”

His head turns. Smoke rises between his teeth. He sweeps his tail again, sending up a choking storm of dust and sand. You stumble into the cloud of darkness and smoke with a cough. He snaps, flashing razor sharp teeth and claws. The black teeth close inches away from your face.

No, you want to say. Not me, no, no, don't you remember me?

Your chest constricts tightly, practically squeezing your throat shut with panic. The sand is in your eyes now. Stinging, blinding, filling them with tears. Stumbling back, you tumble to the ground once again. Your back and head absorb the brunt of the landing. Warmth drips down your cheeks. You aren't sure if it’s blood, sweat, tears, or a mixture of all three fluids.

Rex Lapis roars, a sound of fury, daring anyone to challenge him. The sound fills your ears. A furnace wind engulfs you. The dragon’s long scaled neck stretches out towards you. His eyes are molten. Panic shivers up your spine. Your mouth is dry, no matter how often you swallow, but you can't – don't dare to – look away.

For the first time in your life, you're scared of Rex Lapis.

He's known to all as the God of War, and you've lost count of the number of times he's personally brought his enemies to their end, but he's always treated you with a guarded tenderness, and you've never felt anything but safe in his presence, as though nothing else in the world had existed but you and him.

Now, Rex Lapis roars full in your face, his breath hot enough to blister skin.

"Rex Lapis." You choke out, barely able to catch your breath. Ash and cinders scorch your throat. “Rex Lapis. It’s [ NAME ]. You remember me, right?”

In the smoldering pits of his eyes, you can see your own reflection. How small you look, how weak and frail and scared. Rex Lapis is looking at you, but he isn’t seeing you. As if sensing danger, your skin prickles, power calling to you. It buzzes through your heart and mind. You imagine vines and thorns erupting from the ground, the green tendrils consuming everyone and everything in their path. For an instant, you think about ending the battle. Enough blood has been shed. You're tired of fighting. You could do it; it would even be easy. But then you look into those eyes, lakes of molten gold, and a lead weight settles upon your shoulders. Your heart gives up, exploding, bursting like a balloon.

Not on him, you think. You can't hurt him. Not when he’s like this; scared, in pain, reeling.

Rex Lapis roars again, the sound full of fear and fury, full of pain. His teeth snap at you, inches away from your face.

“REX LAPIS!”

The dragon jerks his head back.

“Stop!”

Behind a fence of sharp black teeth you glimpse a furnace glow, the shimmer of a sleeping fire. Wisps of smoke spiral upward from the dragon’s nostrils. You can barely see through your tears, but you stare at Rex Lapis until he meets your gaze again. Your legs are quivering, but you fear that if you turn and run now, he truly will be lost to you.

“It’s okay. Rex Lapis, it’s okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you, so please –” You can't finish as your voice breaks, and you're reduced to coughing, trying to clear the sobs caught in your throat. You've expected the terror to abate at your words, or your heart to stop shattering, but it doesn't. It just makes it worse. "Please –"

Please come back.

Come back to me.

His long serpentine neck bends like an archer’s bow, preparing to rain down hellfire again. You swallow past the fear, past the lump of waterworks wedged deep in your throat.

"I used to sing to you. In the gardens, in the afternoons. When you were taking your tea." You say, quietly, quietly, even as something in the pit of your stomach falls away. "Do you remember?"

The dragon looks at you, his gaze lingering for the span of three long heartbeats. You think you see a flicker of awareness. Brief, but it's there.

It feels as though all the air has been squeezed out of your lungs, but still, you sing. You owe it to him, to this god who extended his hand to you in friendship, who offered you warmth and companionship and protection, a home to call your own. Your voice is soft, softer than you've ever heard it.

The night is tender, cold springs ripple. Memories surface in my reflections. I play a song, you smile once more in my dreams.

The words are like a silk shawl, light and cool. You can smell wild roses, fresh-cut hay, bonfires. Grass springs up between your toes, and the earth warms beneath the soles of your feet.

Yours is the only voice that you can hear, the shouts and screams and the world falling away into nothing. Nothing exists except for this, except for your song, the rawness of your throat, pushing the words and a shaky melody out into the still, warm air.

And the dragon listens.

He bends his dark head, and with a last hiss, coils himself around your body like a great serpent, resting his head upon your lap. You can feel him relax, feel him sinking into the earth and into you. His scales are hot to the touch, like armor left too long in the sun.

Still, you continue singing, gentle and reassuring as your hands stroke over his scales, tracing the ragged grooves of his horns. You wish for your touch to be enough, for your voice to bring him back. The dragon slips away from you with a deep exhalation.

You're still holding him close, until long after the sun sets, when the glossy dark scales have melted away, and Rex Lapis lies upon your lap, a man once more.

— title; when is a monster not a monster? (oh, when you love it).

— pairing; zhongli x reader

— summary; in which zhongli loses control and turns into a dragon, but you manage to bring him back.

— notes; i don’t play genshin, so i hope it’s not too ooc !! special thanks to @yuebloom​ and​ @degenerate-yandere and @teyvatstories​ for their support !! if anyone is interested, the song referenced in this fic is called asking the zither and can be found here !!

Screaming.

The sound that sears itself into your ears is like nothing you’ve never heard before, the hoarse scream of an enraged animal that vibrates through your whole body, scraping over your skin like claws.

With much effort, you finally manage to open your eyes. It’s excruciating. Your eyelids feel like they’re made of lead. Squinting against the sudden light, you try to sit up, but can only groan as your body erupts into joint-wrenching pains. Your face is wet, and dampness runs down into your collar.

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