#cinder king

The Heat Within on AO3

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The Cinder King watched with satisfaction as his newest rebel captives were hauled to the holding cells. Another corridor, his. Another pathetic little band of short-sighted dissidents, his. As it should be.

There was work to be done before the next batch would be selected and left for the sun— but nothing that required his direct attentions for the moment. A smile spread across the Cinder King’s face, the glowing gem in his chest flaring with a surge of power and energy.

There was ample time to celebrate.

He sent a mental command to his Charred, all of them. They responded immediately; he felt them bounding eagerly to their destination with the Cinder King’s own excitement building within them.

He followed, not racing to the chamber as the Charred did, consumed and driven as they were by base ferocity and hunger. Instead, he strode purposefully towards his command ship at the center of the assembled city, feeling his Charred through the bond. They had already begun to converge and clash, spurred on by the energy burning in their chests and the desires of the Cinder King himself.

By the time he arrived, all his Charred were already there and the room was a sprawling tangle of half-naked bodies. Biting, grappling, writhing.

Imagine the absolute chaos that would have been unleashed upon Exandria if Vox Machina hadn’t screwed up the Briarwoods’ timetable and they had succeeded in bringing You Know Who back to the Prime Material Plane on the Solstice.

That means he AND Thordak would have been released on the same day. An all-powerful lich attaining godhood and the Chroma Conclave devastating Tal’Dorei AT THE SAME TIME!!?

Recently finished (i.e. voraciously tore through) The Sunlit Man and loved it. Also had to write random smut halfway through because fuckkk the Cinder King is an absolute fucking dick, yes, but also, hot 🔥🔥🔥 whew.

Cinder King / Charred: First to Serve (on AO3)

Rated M; content warnings for choking and just a generally fucked up dynamic 😈 Teaser below!

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He felt no surprise, no shock when the Cinder King stepped up behind him, for he knew at all times where his King was.

A gloved hand closed around his neck without warning, tight and unyielding, and he felt no fear, no desire to escape. All he felt was excitement at another chance to serve; and a faint disappointment, ruthlessly and immediately quashed, that he would not feel his King’s skin on his bare flesh this time.

It was not the first time he’d felt the Cinder King’s hand at his throat, squeezing, cutting off his air. Nor was it the first time he’d reveled in it; but a mere Charred such as himself did not presume to decide what he received at the hands of his master, or when.

Others, he knew, felt differently— and he was disgusted that anyone would choose to fight, to shun a gift such as this if they could… that they were merely held in thrall by the Cinder King’s hold, rather than grateful as they should be to receive power, life, and the power over life by their master’s hand. The King’s power was, of course, absolute; his Commands overruled the deepest desires of even the most ungrateful, ensuring they could never act on their fear, their desire to escape— or most unthinkably, their desire to seek revenge on one who would be the saviour of their entire people.

Others felt that way, he knew, but not him.

For he was First.