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CM for @daemonofrazgriz! ✨ Thank you so much again, my dude 👌

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A shipping chart you say? Fall Bloom and Emberald plz
P.S. You're the greatest you boomer
Fall Bloom:
They're sweet. Cinder being drawn into that cottagecore and leaving behind the pursuits of her self-interests is always a good flavour.
Emberald:
Emeralds' devotion to Cinder is going to make her hesitate at a critical moment the next time they cross paths.
In another world.
What if I ship the random NPC lady with the over designed main character?
Hey! My friend wrote an amazing Fall Bloom fic! If you don’t know what that means I will not blame you. Something something way back in April a bunch of us thought Cinder could do with a cottage core wife in the shape of Lila Laveau. Grotto by the Pond on my ao3 is that but now my friend Raz has written his own and it is amazing! Please go check it out, cannot recommend it enough, it’s so funny and has some fun character interactions in it. Give it a read!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35354485
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Fall Bloom snippet, "Home Again"
Fall Bloom is an fndm ship made of basically an OC, Lila Laveau, and Cinder Fall. Inspired by the lady Cinder finds at the beginning of V6 (and steal the clothes from), many started to imagine how things could change if instead of allegedly attacking the lady, Cinder had been saved by her. Here is my contribution to this fndm AU.
After dragging herself out of the vault's pit, Cinder remembered limping under the rain, the sight of a nearby village at the end of a road, and an unsuspecting young lady coming to her. Something happened right before she blacked out again. She felt the Maiden's powers, she was ready to take advantage of the situation, that lass would have no power against her... It was that easy.
To be fair, her mind had barely pierced her basic functions together before she awoke to a soft, strangely familiar, tune. It brought a warmth she wasn't sure was physical or not. She couldn't feel her body yet. It was good, that meant no pain to worry about. But the voice behind the song was not in her memory base.
As survival instincts picked up, Cinder began to struggle to open her eyes. Her whole being was just a heavy cloud of colorful, detached remembrances connected by a thread of harmony of... Warm afternoons... Old men fishing with black line and spoons...
"The boys in the boats call to girls on the shore, teasing the ones that they dearly adore", the voice sang, "...can you imagine a piece of the universe more fit for princes and queens... I'll trade you ten of your cities for Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings...".
An eight years old Cinder ran into the group of other children sitting around the bonfire, all poorly dressed and probably lacking food for most of the day by then. They laughed together, as the oldest ones told stories of witches, werewolves, and Oak Island gold. During those little moments, the hunger didn't burn so bad, and the world wasn't that dark. She belonged. She felt part of something.
A tender touch on her forehead was the first physical feeling pulling her back to reality. The voice had also gotten closer, promising in poetic verses to treat her and help her unwind. Just as she came broken, they'd see that she mends. She was welcome home again.
"Now I’ll conclude with a “wish you go well”... Sweet be your dreams, and your happiness swell. I’ll leave you here, for my journey begins... I’m going to be with them again".
Cinder could hear her own young voice from the past repeating in the same melody, "I'm going to be with them again...".
A loud gasp left the brunette's throat as she jumped awake, the jolt causing a sharp pain to explode from the back of her neck. Her muscles strained under the skin, causing her to squirm weakly as the numbness of her bruises died out at once. The awful wail she heard was coming from her own mouth. A pair of hands came quickly to her aid, one supporting her head and the other resting on her chest. She couldn't breathe, her ribs only expanded slightly under her efforts to pull air before collapsing.
Gritting her teeth out of defiance and pain, Cinder heard the comforting words coming from a female voice.
"Shshsh, it's alright, you're safe. You're safe".
She would've had laughed at the naivety from those promises, but everything hurt too much.
A nice smelling balm was put on her chest, it felt nicely cool against her skin and the fingers massaged her collarbone to spread it around. That was familiar too. That smell. Child Cinder had also felt that once.
"There", the woman on the old farm had been as tender as she could, the ugly bruise on her eight-year-old arm was now covered by the nice smelling thing.
"Can I have more?", Cinder asked delighted by the aroma.
"That will be enough for now".
The memory broke again as she realized her breathing had returned. But how...? She didn't even realize. Turning to the stranger holding her, Cinder took a moment to recognize it was the lady that found her by the road. The lass had a scratch scar across her face, a pretty recent one. Three claws like...
She looked at her own Grimm arm remembering the last thing that happened.
"There... See?", the blonde girl smiled, "All better now".
Inspired by "Song For The Mira".
As a daughter of Mistral, Cinder had heard the classic song from her home country many times in her youth, but it was lost after she was sold into Atlas. Now, she's rescued by one of her own people and is awoken by the melody of the forgotten tune -- a tune connected to all of her few nicest memories.
Autumn Crocus and a hollow tree stump on the grounds at Sandringham House, October 2019