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[alwayscorvus]

Ngl٫ You're Yuanwu fics is turning me into a simp for him٫ good job👍

Ahahah thank u, imma try even harder

Have a great dayy

[alwayscorvus]

There is something i wanna get my mind off ever since i reader your x reader stories٫ I always picture each reader for each characters as individuals with their own personalities. I also picture each reader being a friend group and getting into some shenanigans.

Like٫ when one of the readers got with their s/o (aka the character they are with) The other readers will be in shock٫ surprised and supportive at the same time

(one of the readers gets a girlfriend/Boyfriend)

The friend group: "....You can pull?"

Also them pulling a "me and the boys" type of shit and The characters will either be wondering on what tf their partner is doing and then getting a text on them doing the dumbest stuff or They'll know what they are doing and then getting a call from someone to "come get your s/o"

This happens with Rover's s/o and Brant's s/o. Throw in Aalto's s/o and Jiyan's s/o aswell And you get the average boys hangout

As for personalities perhaps it's not good because readers should probably be more neutral.... but ngl I can't get rid of it and I don't really want to because it's easier for me, so more likely it will stay that way hah and when it comes to those connections and relationships-... that whole "group of friends", yesss

When it comes to building that kind of lore, environment, acquaintances, I just like it. It gives stories such an interesting, cozy feeling for me. Creates this one big family that I can look after. Few years ago when I was still reading other writers works I liked when they did this type of treatment/storytelling. It wasn't common, but I loved it anyway and now when I have opportunity I do it myself

And these visions of yours... yeah totally imagining it. Typical boys hangout. First in high school/university vibe, where readers are some kind of elite in senior years. Then in adulthood, when they have their own businesses, some may be ceo's or have a cute cafe or are athletes/actors/doctors/youtubers or some freelancers who grab every odd job they can or are 'losers' who can never find anything, but no ceo friend will hire them, because even though they love each other like brothers, they know they can't rely on them in case of work. As many couples, as many possibilities. And slowly at each stage, as timeline shifts, someone new arrives. New s/o, new readers -> new couples.

And some examples of situations that could happen or just now popped into my head...

For example, readers feel need to blow off some steam, typical male get-together, quick "escape from under their s/o's thumb", etc. or simply want to go celebrate a promotion or someone's name day in a male group (in the future maybe a bachelor party?). Just having a quick fun without control of their partners

But female s/o can't leave it like that. Readers can't be the only ones having fun. So female s/o organise a sleepover and invite other s/o

And when readers are in club and get all buddy-buddy, their s/o are sitting in a big rich bedroom. Full of pink fluffy blankets, colourful cushions, pleasingly tickling carpets. In various breezy pyjamas, with masks on their faces. Gossiping while passionately keeping an eye on readers' social medias. Who knows, maybe they will post something scandalous that will force s/o to intervene

And now imagine them all with grumpy faces. Trying to pretend they're having fun, that this whole situation isn't bothering them at all, but in reality thinking about what's happening with their other half. Whether someone tries to hit on them, whether they drink too much and end up at police station-

Brant sitting on a ground and trying not to go beyond the lines with his nail polish while doing a pedicure for the first time. With furrowed brows, focused face, tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth.

Camellya braiding Jiyan's hair to his great displeasure.

Xiangli Yao trying to run some film on projector while Aalto finishes a game on xbox.

An embarrassed Rover glancing at himself with insecurity and slight discomfort in the mirror, while Cantarella tries to match him with the tightest possible pyjamas.

Sleepy Calcharo buried in sheets of king size bed. So much that he cannot be seen. Already tired of this whole thing just after first few seconds.

Perhaps somewhere in the background, bored Mortefi, Zani, and Yinlin started to play poker? They were the only ones not gossiping about relationship matters, rather discussing more serious issues. Work, responsibilities, memories of “how it used to be.” They also dragged Phoebe or Jinshi into this whole game. Too young and innocent for such things. Stressed by mere idea of playing, but not assertive enough to refuse.

Or different situation. This time, s/o are on a night out. This time, they are having fun. But not in a club, just in a restaurant. It started with a good barbecue and ended with “a couple too many drinks”.

At least for one of s/o. He's so wasted that there's no contact with him at all. After complaining about his boyfriend/or (on the contrary) bragging about how wonderful his boyfriend is, s/o fell onto a table. He's lying there, propped up on his crossed arms and rest of s/o don't know what to do with him. Especially since most of them have already left. So they choose one of his phone contacts. The one with pink hearts around the nickname. Reader arrives just after twenty minutes. He only managed to grab his keys, throw on a jacket and put on first sneakers he could find. He didn't even turn off TV. Anything to save his treasure.

Others' jaws drop at the sight of him. Especially if they didn't know him before. Excited that they met reader earlier than his s/o planned to allow, and amazed that his s/o was able to woo someone like that. Handsome, caring with damn low voice. And such an expensive fast car... cough

They'll have something to gossip about and tease each other with at the next meeting.

I believe that such situations occur in both cases. Like everyone overestimates their friends' partners. Or rather underestimates their frienda, but ofc just for fun

Or imagine that they are all going on a trip together. All of s/o and their readers. Maybe they sleep in separate bedrooms, divided into couples, and often spend days alone at various attractions, but they always meet up together at the evenings. And they are so loud when they are together. They exchange experiences, party, drink. It's the best when restaurant is open, with direct access to the beach. Then they don't have to restrain themselves, no one silences them. They are the last to leave, they even close the place. Sometimes they struggle to find their way back to a hotel and their rooms. And sometimes they prolong their gathering around a bonfire.

Even though they drank too much, they always look out for each other. In various situations. They can be open to new acquaintances. But, for example, if readers see a stranger hitting on one of s/o, (whose reader has just disappeared into a bathroom) they immediately step in. They flex their muscles, give intruder a cold stare and scare them away.

A large group of friends. Teasing each other, swaying from side to side, laughing loudly and singing songs. They struggle to find a place for themselves. As a result, some of s/o have to sit on their readers' laps.

And if one of them has yet to meet their future lover? They definitely suffer deeply as a single. Always getting teased, always feeling jealous and lonely, even when they have friends around who care about them. They are still waiting for their partner. They also want to be pampered like others

[alwayscorvus]

salutations, it's the werewolf!yuanwu anon again :D ( more like the loyal yuanwu fan who's famished and desperate for more yuanwu content. the curse of being an avid fan of an underrated [ understatement of the century ] character. oh. woe is me. ) anyways... i am back with yet another request after another--which i ask humbly and shyly--and of course, take your time as usual but... i yearn for werewolf!yuanwu but make it YOUNGER yuanwu ( absolutely not me finding an excuse to have your interpretation of his younger self based of his character profile lore ). younger werewolf!yuanwu with pre-established relationship with reader, going through his transformation for the first time with reader on his side. i just need to see feral men getting tamed. i yearn and i long for it. i NEED anything with yuanwu in it. anyways thank you for listening to werewolf!yuanwu anon thirsting like a desperate man he is in a land barren of yuanwu content may you have a nice day and good things be upon you, corvus !

Young!rebelious!Yuanwu x reader

malereader x young!rebelious!werewolf!Yuanwu, fluff;

Ahh im always happy when my favourite anon writes to me

And i love this idea. I mean maybe not this tranformation thing... because it's going to be a bit difficult to write. Ngl I'm not well suited for it but the revival of rebel yuanwu... sooooo good

And thank you for specifying the request! When there is more detail and i know what reader expects, it's easier to fulfil it

Quick prototype of young Yuanwu created after a few sentences cooperation with AI

-Do something with him!

-Yeah! He becomes unbearable

-And what am I? His owner?

-No, but you are the only one who can control him

You sighed, took your eyes off a glass and looked at two intruders with boredom. Men you had passed many times on streets and who often hung around Yuanwu, but whom you felt no need to memorize. Out of breath, red with anger and in torn clothes. They successfully disturbed you in a moment of afternoon rest. You should probably change bar. It was starting to get crowded in this one. These two weren't the only ones who had bothered you over the past week. It was slowly starting to get tiring and even annoying. You even considered breaking and getting out of your lazy comfort zone… Just to get some peace and quiet again. After all, changing a place where you're known could also be problematic. You would have to teach bartender your favorite drink all over again. And you liked to find a glass of freshly made gin awaiting you already on your table, located in the farthest corner.

-I'll see what I can do

Old run-down factory, somewhere on city's periphery. Forgotten by town government. With broken windows, murals on walls and piles of garbage on floors. Mostly cardboard used to keep homeless travelers warm or beer cans from many parties . Full of parts from disassembled machines and weeds growing out of tile joints, following light that sneaked in through a large windows.

You quietly approached Yuanwu from behind. With your arms crossed, you leaned lazily against one of many pillars wrapped in green vines. Letting a single ant climb onto your leather jacket.

-So… Care to tell me why list of complaints against you has somehow increased dozens of times recently?

Your words seemed to not have reached boy's ears.

-Someday I will open a gym here

You snorted a loud laugh and shook your head in pity.

-Yeah, sure. And I will pass my studies and become new minister of education

-If you wish -he shrugged with his shoulders- I'll open a gym -he replied with confidence and sealed it with a thud of his foot.

However, you ignored the second part of his sentence. For you it was like delirium. Silly jokes typical for Yuanwu.

You walked closer to him with a slow steps. Like to a wild animal. Boy often acted like a mad dog. He needed a muzzle and you were the only one who could put it on him.

-I don't. It's enough for me to have one kid on my mind that I have to watch over

-Here in a row I will put machines, and in front of them mirrors. Oh! And there on a half-floor we'll set up a ring. We will organize fights. Every Friday evening. Maybe some kind of tournament... And everyone will be welcome here! Regardless of origin or status. Everyone will find a shelter here

He spoke in awe, looking around, drawing visions with his hands in air and spinning around like a light feather on wind. Totally unlike a bulky, tall man with a pile of muscles to carry.

You lost your patience. Maybe you were better than Yuanwu. But you also had quick temper.

You took a step, minimizing any distance between you. Pulled him by shoulder, effortlessly turning him towards you. Yuanwu may have been able to knock down an opponent twice his size or win a one-on-five clash, but in your hands he was like a pupet. His strength or threatening face didn't impress you. You taught him everything yourself.

You grabbed his jaw in your hand and looked straight into his eyes, which betrayed fear under your cold attitude. It wasn't something that a bystander could see. Fierce facial features, dirt-stained cheeks, furrowed brows and every now and then exposed sharp fangs. No one suspected him of emotions like weakness. Especially when anger and rage radiated from him. He was the one to be feared. But why? After all, he didn't bite. He just frantically tried to get out of your grasp. Stupid puppy. He would only get bruises.

-Hey, why are you ignoring me?

He didn't answer. He just turned his head to the side avoiding your eyes, bit his lower lip and started playing with it persistently.

-And what the hell happened to your face?

He licked his dried lips and laughed awkwardly.

- Yeah.... you know... I may have happened to go to western district

You snapped.

You let him go. Clapped as if in delight and threw your hands high in the air. You couldn't believe it. How stupid he could be. In the end, you failed to teach him anything. Any reasonable advice bounced off him like from a wall.

-But I told you that you shouldn't go there. Not without me. And after last affair even with me

-Nah, you just suggested that

-Yuanwu!

-What? If you wanted me to not go there you should guard me better

-You know I can't watch over you twenty-four by seven

-So it's your fault

You sighed in resignation.

-Sometimes I really think I should put you on a leash. You know who's in charge there and what you have done to him

Boy just rolled his eyes and moved away from you, heading towards a window. You saw how he hunched, how he crossed his arms and started rubbing them together. Maybe from cold, maybe from nervousness.

-I just… I had to blow off some steam

-And a black eye helped you with that?

Yuanwu flinched at your raised voice. He always reacted badly to noise, which is why he quickly escaped from crowded ring during applause after winning a fight. But it was never this extreme. After all, he was already used to your shouts.

-They look worse

-You always say that

-And I'm always right

-It wasn't like that in the past

-I didn't have you one my side

You hesitated. Unsteadily took a breath.

Yuanwu often did this. Played with you. He didn't even know how such words worked on you. After all, if he did, he probably wouldn't have behaved like this, right? He would have been more respectful to your personal space, he would have stopped using such suggestive statements -...

Or maybe he liked to get on your nerves.

Yeah, typical Yuanwu.

He loved to tease you.

-Come here -you spread your arms in an inviting gesture

Teen didn't look convinced. Rather gave you a dirty look. He reminded you of a puppy you met in a dark alley one rainy day on your way back. Small, abandoned, vulnerable. Turned edge on to you. On one side hungry, on other untrusting. Stared with sparkling flames in his eyes at the piece of food you had in your hand. Longed to seize the opportunity, but too afraid of potential consequences. Scared of another harm.

Okay, maybe not so small.

There was a reason why his figure caused fear in neighborhood.

But for you, his skinny face always evoked your sympathy and delight. You couldn't help but care for him. Like that day when he ran away from home and knocked on your door. You couldn't refuse him.

Finally, Yuanwu worked up the courage. He began to slowly drift towards you. Step by step. You waited patiently. Didn't want to startle him. You knew that whatever happened in the end he would always find his way back to you. To his home.

-I just don't know what is happening to me -he said in a breaking voice when he finally found himself in your embrace- I've had too much energy lately, I can't sit still. I don't know what's wrong

You felt how he rested his weight on you. But not just physical one. Mentally, he wasn't able to handle it either. Yuanwu rarely acted like this. True, only in front of you he allowed himself for a moment of weakness. But still, such situations weren't common. Since he no longer had contact with his parents, he no longer had to be irritated. He could solve conflicts by force. It was much simpler, faster.

With a grimace on your face looked at brownish-green spot surrounding his bloodshot eye.

-I'll take you to my apartment and apply some ointment, good?

-All good- satisfied you closed the first aid kit and put it aside.

Yuanwu only nodded his head. Without energy as if absent-minded.

Normally he was bigger smartmouth. You weren't enjoying it. You started to get worried.

-So... - you clapped your hands on your thighs to get his attention and some relieve-... what really happened?

You looked at your companion with seriousness and began to slowly massage your legs in expectation.

-I told your already. I don't know what's going on -he almost whined in frustration

His emotions were beginning to get to you. But you tried to breathe deeply and stay calm.

-Okay so tell me how you feel. Or who brought you to this state. Who got into your black books

-No one! -Yuanwu raised his voice and nervously stood up- You'll be surprised, but I didn't argue with anyone. In fact I was exceptionaly good

-And that's why you now have a mouse under your eye?

He growled.

-See? You are always like this. You never take my side, you never understand me. You just want to edify

-You know that it's not true

-According to you, I don't know anything -he dismissed you with a wave of his hand and headed towards kitchenette- You have a beer?

-Yuanwu... - you began almost pleadingly.

-A simple question. Anyway, don't answer. I'll find it myself

Boy knelt by small fridge and opened it in search of his target. You watched as artificial light from inside the device brightened his tired face in a dark room. Before candle on a coffee table didn't do much.

- You shouldn't drink so much. Your body is still young and growing

-Oh, shut up, you are not that much older

You shook your head, a habit you acquired by spending some much time with this particular outcast.

And just as you were about to speak again, you were interrupted by a loud groan of pain. Yuanwu sank on the ground and grabbed his head abruptly. You immediately jumped off the couch.

-Yuanwu!

You dropped to your knees with thud and grabbed younger one by shoulders. Boy began to twist from side to side, pulling out of your grip and hissing terribly in pain.

You didn't know what was happening. You both didn't know what was happening.

You had no idea that behind a large window, that occupied a wall, a full moon was just rising high. And you had no idea how much of an impact it had on one of you.

-Come on. Talk to me. What's going on?

-I don't know! - Yuanwu turned to you in desperation with glow in his eyes

Glow that you hadn't seen previously in him, as well as golden irises which replaced his standard blue ones. However, you recognised this colour. It adorned many of books your grandmother used to read to you at bedtime. Fairy tales, legends, silly stories about mystic creatures. Supernatural characters. Mermaids, vampires, fairies and... werewolves. You didn't believe in them. That much is obvious. Even when your grandmother insisted they were real. For you, she was delirious. Even when you were a kid, you were tough. Lack of parents forced you to do so.

You were responsible. But not stupid. You didn't plan to stubbornly stick to your beliefs and claim that changing eye colour is normal. Especially in this adrenaline rush. Especially upon seeing further symptoms. Especially recalling Yuanwu's peculiar behaviour and that strange gut feeling you always had.

You tried to recall all information you needed. You acted as if in amok. Although you tried to think soberly. You jumped to your feet and ran to cover the windows with thick black curtains. Locked door, turned on lights and blew out a candle. You didn't want him to run out to the city, you didn't want to lose him in darkness, and at the same time you didn't want a fire either.

You returned to suffering boy. In the meantime, he had managed to grow claws while his fangs had become unnaturally large.

"It hurts so much!" and tearful "Please, [M/N], what is wrong with me? " -were the last coherent sentences you heard from him. After that, there were only howls and growls.

He scratched walls, floors, furniture. There was no control over him. Hunger raged in his eyes. At the back of his mind a bloodlust sprang to life. You had to attract his attention. He could still break down doors, run out into street and hurt defenseless people. He wouldn't have been able to control himself. He would have devoured them alive. Kill them on spot. At their first transformation, werewolves had no control over their attacks, no choice of targets. They didn't target minor animals. They simply sought blood.

However, you knew that you were the only one who could control him. Force him to stop when he crossed the line. All you had to do was know how to dominate him. How to become an alpha in his eyes.

-Hey! Look at me! - you finally shouted across whole apartment, and Yuanwu froze in place

He slowly turned towards you. Rage painted on his face... But also a anxiety.... And a quiet plea for help.

You rolled up your shirt sleeve, exposed your forearm and extended it towards Yuanwu. All he needed was a bit of blood for his basic needs. And a sort of chew toy to occupy his thoughts for next hour.

-Bite -you ordered firmly.

And he did. He plunged his fangs into your flesh. Slit the skin. Blood gushed out to the sides. And in Yuanwu's eyes you saw a sudden blissful flash accompanied by a smile of satisfaction.

You twisted your face. But you didn't really felt full force of pain. You focused on him. Your Yuanwu. Overwhelmed, vulnerable, helplessness. Exactly as he was a few years ago, on that memorable stormy night.

Fuck. That will leave a scar.

[alwayscorvus]

UHHH YUANWU'S EYE COLOR??? ITS. UHM... UH. LAST I CHECKED WHEN I LASY PLAYED WUWA WAS. BLUE. YEAH. PRETTY SURE. A PALE BLUE. TRUST 🙏 ( <== MAN WHO SPENDS HOURS PLAYING WUWA TO STARE AT YUANWU INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY PLAYING THE GAME)

♦— a very URGENT V BECAUSE OF UR URGENT QUESTION

Thank uuuuuuu🌹

And yes! Its pretty urgent because of our "propaganda mission" so i also feel this tension

[alwayscorvus]

hi. hello. Evil Boss V™ is here. ive come to tell you that i am checking in and am currently breathing VERY. DEVIOUSLY. SLOWLY. down on your neck with Evil Glowing Glasses on my face, without saying anything at all

( good fun and jokes and giggles aside, goodluck with the translation corvus!!! :>>> okay now back to being a Comically Evil Boss V™ )

cuts the camera to me just standing there right behind you, peering over your shoulder evilly. cuts to a black screen

sincerely signing out ,

♦— V.

Yesss sirrr, im trying ૮꒰╥ᆺ╥꒱ა Have no time, but i want to make it. In the worst case scenario i will finish it on a trip. The more i translate now the betterrr

But tell me what is yuanwu eye color. Google images arent helping me. Once i see blue, once purple, once silver ૮꒰╥ᆺ╥꒱ა and i have no time for longer search

[alwayscorvus]

mfw the order!reader x brant post got posted, knowing that time is marching closer to its final second before i get to see my werewolfish man yuanwu... i am eagerly waiting for my req, but of course w patience ^^ the wait is always so worth it and satisfying, it paid off so GREAT AND AMAZZING every time!!!

oh and i must compliment you on your work on the latest order!reader x brant... i love seeing your writing and all, you did a great job ( as always) !!!

now i shall patiently wait for the next post, the post being about my criminally underrated man yuanwu... teehee... steeples hands with evil shining glasses... i just know its going to pay off greatly

now, here's another flower for you, corvus!! (*＾＾*)//🌺

oh and psst i saw the little note left on the latest post... smth smth reminding you about promised post smth smth no one to rush you... well then, i shall volunteer myself to watch you from behind and over the shoulder like an asshole boss breathing down a worker's neck/lh /hj... nahhhh im not that mean. maybe sit in the corner and watching you w unblinking eyes teehee (◉⁠‿⁠◉)

wishing you good things and happiness upon you, and a good day/evening/night!!!

sincerely yours,

V.

V, signing out 🫡

Yes, please be my evil boss ૮꒰╥ᆺ╥꒱ა i need that

It's good that you wrote, because tomorrow is the last day when I will have access to my computer and today I meant to do translation, but my friends took a lot of my time cough…

so with new motivation I will try tomorrow!

(and I'm glad that you also read other posts to kill some time and really happy with compliment because ngl currently order!reader x brant is one of my works that I'm the most proud of)

thanks for the flower V! I'll look for a vase because now i have plenty~💐 have a great day/night!

[alwayscorvus]

Sorry if your inbox already is full and in general feel free to ignore this request.

I was thinking male reader x brant.

Reader was brought into the order of the deep when he was really young, so he never really questioned it until recently. But now he does and when brant and the rest of the fools are in a tight spot helps them. He gets punished for that and sent on the pilgrims sail to die but brant saves him. They develop a relationship (maybe they had crushes on eachother even before?) Anyway so probably angst and fluff or hurt/comfort.

Take your time, or feel free to ignore, and in any case, have a good day and take care of yourself.

Two opposite worlds

order!malereader x Brant, fluff; (little) angst to hurt/comfort;

This idea is just-... I love it, i love it so much. Not sure if i made the best version of it but still i was so happy when I got this request and thank u so much for it!

I don't know why no one is yelling at me that I promised a post and it wasn't there and why no one was rushing me… cough So yes instead of planned Wednesday we have Sunday… Sorryyy, hope I'll make it with another request before next trip...

*Imperator - Sentinel, "god" of Rinasita

Turquoise hair tossed by the wind. Definitely soft in touch. Piercing fuchsia eyes, seductively highlighted with pink eyeliner. Definitely sizing up every opponent lurking in each shadow. Plump cheeks, brushed with raspberry blush and a hint of shimmering glitter. Definitely perfect for stroking before bedtime. Skillful, strong arms, hanging on swaying lines. Definitely super strong, capable of knocking down more than one threat. Narrow waist, outlined by a thick expensive belt. Definitely easy to wrap in the embrace of two big hands, like yours. And belt… definitely stolen. Muscular legs, with thick thighs, pressing heavily against pants that were just a little too tight. Definitely great for amortization during his jumps from heights.

You still remember that smile. Cocky, confident, sure of his success.

Which, of course, he predicted. You and the rest of Order guarded grand celebration. Only elite, most important guests, representatives from even the most distant countries. Everything had to be perfect, sewed up. In eyes of ambassadors, Rinasita had to show her best side.

But of course, a certain group of Fools had to change that. They crashed the entire event. Breaking all your formations to pieces. Panic began to spread among Order's units, gaps formed in defenses, guests ran around aimlessly. Some hid under tables in fear, others looked up eagerly. High up to the ceiling, where a group of pirates performed skillful acrobatics on ropes.

Your colleagues froze in confusion. So you had to stop it. Together with officers, you grabbed your weapons and aimed in the air. Pirates made it easy for you. This way you wouldn't hurt any civilians.

Mission ended quickly. Fools disappeared. But all the efforts put into a banquet got wasted. What they left behind caused great damage. A stain on honor that couldn't be erased.

Oh, how you hated them…

But those plump lips, raspberry-colored, glistening with lip gloss-

Almost begging to be kissed, bitten-

Shit.

No no no.

Definitely no.

You can't. Not you. Not in him.

With force you threw a pillow at the wall in front of you and fell flat on a bed. A loud growl echoed through your room. Your body began to squirm in sheets. Hoping to push those impure thoughts away.

How could you-

He- he- he-! He was your enemy! An outcast of society. He rebelled against authority, threatened a well-being of Rinasita's people. He chose himself over the good of the majority. He rejected your god.

Or at least that's how he was described to you.

But your superiors couldn't be wrong. They had years of experience. And they would never lie to you. They were flawless, setting an example for the rest. They lived according to rules. Their faith wouldn't allow them to do otherwise.

Darkness. Dampness. Emptiness.

You still remember how your body shuddered as you crouched in the corner of a shabby alley. Cold drops flowed in streams down the walls to which you clung so stubbornly. With desperation you sought shelter from the wind that ruthlessly toyed with your ripped clothes. Or rather, the scraps that were left of them.

Loneliness increased the darkness. Endless emptiness. Utter nothingness.

You were sinking into suffering, pain, confusion. Losing your strength. Your stomach was clenching with an ever stronger loop. Body temperature was dropping. And darkness began to consume you.

Finally, in that deep shadow, light of hope appeared. Against the infinite blackness, a hand emerged. Almost as if glowing. With a bright, white, blinding light, so contrasting to everything around.

-Hey little one. What are you doing here by yourself? Come, we will help you get on the right track

-[M/N]! Wake up sleepyhead~! - melodious voice of your roommate echoed around your bedroom- Primus Fenrico won't be waiting~

You whined.

Right. Morning briefing. How could you forget.

But you were so firmly committed to the embrace of sleep that you doubted your ability to crawl out of bed.

-Come on, come on. After all, we wouldn't want Primus Fenrico to be disappointed with his favorite

You felt as someone pulled covers off you. Cold breeze caused an unpleasant shiver.

-I'm just doing my job well. As Imperator's child, shouldn't each of us always try to give one hundred percent of ourselves?

For your remark, you got slapped in face with your shirt. Ouch.

-Oh, shut np -boy rolled his eyes with amusement - You don't have to stroke so much to me. Wait for the meeting after evening prayer

-But I'm not-

-Yeah, yeah, it's enough for me that he can't get enough of you after last fight in ballroom. If I were to find any sort of benefit in this whole nightmarish, humiliating situation, it was obviously our young acolyte. [M/N], great work. As always. And you all, should take an example from him -your friend pretended to vomit at the words he quoted, which he had memorized so perfectly, just so that he could tease you later- I still can't believe that while we were being punished you were basking in luxuries

-I did not-

-Oh, please, don't pretend you don't like it. If Primus could, he would make you his successor, and you would certainly be more than eager to go along. Fortunately, for this role you need to be blessed. Although, who knows, if you continue to pull this streak, maybe Imperator himself will notice you-…

-One two three, block! One two three, block! One two three, block!

-[M/N]! Head up and hold your posture!

Right left kick, block right. Right left kick, block right. Right left kick, crash!

-[M/N]! What was I saying? Ten penalty laps. We don't want you to be turned into a pancake on the very first battle! Take an example from the rest

A clap. Your place on the mat was taken by another, one of many.

Running.

Only moment just for you. Moment of escape. Ahead of you: road with no specific destination, no obstacles, full of endless possibilities. No one was chasing you.

You were alone, but now you didn't feel lonely. It was just a real sense of freedom.

Crunch of gravel underfoot, painfully digging into your soles. Blinding glow of sun, increasing dizziness. Blow of wind being the only relief for your sweaty and bruised body.

And then-… back to reality.

You stumbled. Your knee unnaturally bent in half. Abnormal pain pierced through you. You wanted to stop, but you couldn't.

So you gritted your teeth. Another step. First one shaky. Next one already stable.

You felt on yourself a persistent icy gaze of guardian. Replaced in a second with satisfied smile.

You stopped running in search of your target. You had already found it. Others had pointed it out to you. All you had to do was look to the side, towards a field. Where dozens of teenagers were training on several mats. Kids. Only few of them reached to eleven, including you. Those dressed in white kept watch over each mat. With stern eyes judging even the smallest mistake.

But they were merciful. They permitted improvement. Every mistake could be corrected. All you had to do was work harder. Harder and harder.

You shook your head.

Loud slapping of bodies against bodies gave you food for thought. Groans of pain. Drops falling in streams onto a ground.

Shared confrontations. Fighting over who would be better. Rivalry. All so as not to fall too low on the scoreboard. Those who fell down never came back.

And your position had long been bordering on dividing line.

-You are distracted. Slower than usual

Warm air brushed your ear. Longing, deep voice tickled your eardrums.

You abruptly turned your head back.

-Is everything alright?

Those concerned eyes-... Filled with affection, slightly glazed and wide open in search of the reason for your worry. But why him? Fools didn't know sympathy. So why was he the only one who paid attention-…

You smiled. Involuntarily. You yourself weren't sure why. That familiar clothing. Colorful, frivolous, full of interesting ruffles. It screamed “Brant” all by itself.

Yes, Brant. The name you learned during one of your confrontations. Some purple-haired girl, shouting in disbelief, wanted badly to attract attention of her captain. She signaled for them to run away, to retreat, to regroup. They were on losing side. And two main strategists couldn't take their eyes off each other. But could you be blamed? Young, naive. Just tasting the feeling of first love. Girl had to repeat herself several times before her captain finally broke your eye contact in pain. And escaped using one of the ropes formed from his forte. From that moment name Brant, never left your side and captured your heart.

But with the smile came also a sting in your heart. You shouldn't.

You heard clash of your swords. They crossed at the level of your heads.

-Not your business

A frown crept onto Brant's face. Like a small expression of pain and disappointment. You felt it too. You never meant to hurt him.

-I, Primus of Order of the Deep and Resonator of Sentinel Imperator, dub thee [M/N] [S/N] as an acolyte. Go spread the truth and salvation. When you come to sin and deviate from the path of good acolyte may the Imperator punish you.

-May the Imperator's will be done -you squeezed your chest and bowed your head even lower.

On your shoulders you felt the weight of Primus Fenrico's emblem and with it the burden and gratitude of receiving a new role.

Loud applause rang throughout the church, followed immediately by the sound of bells and glorious closing hymns. You felt some sort of divine inspiration. Monumental mood, admiration of believers. You finally felt appreciated. You finally felt that you belonged somewhere.

You were happy. Glad that you would be able to help these people.

-Congratulations, son -a quiet whisper came to your ears, meant only for you.

You lifted your head up gently. Primus Fenrico once again appeared to you as if covered with a bright glow. Blinding everything around you. All the darkness, all the evil.

In the flush of moment, you didn't even notice that this radiance dimmed even the view of other acolytes. Few who made it to this moment.

Those who sacrificed as much as you, if not more. Blood, sweat, tears. Friends.

-We know their position-

-We just need a few assassins and it'll be over-

-We'll get them from behind and jugulate them-

-No one will even notice-

-No one will look for them-

-They have allowed themselves for this lawlessness far too long-

-Because of them, we look foolish in the eyes of locals!

-So...?

-Decided.

-Since pilgrimage didn't help…

-…then we will move to plan B.

You froze.

Words repeated by the elders flew through your head.

You knew you shouldn't eavesdrop. But you didn't plan to. You just wanted to deliver orders. It wasn't your fault that when you pulled handle discreetly and gently swung door open you heard something you couldn't ignore.

You shouldn't. It was a sin. For which you immediately repented.

If you had obeyed Imperator's commandment. And didn't eavesdrop on anyone-... You wouldn't be in this position right now. You would have simply carried with your day.

You wouldn't be feeling this torn. This helplessness. This desire to object, that should never occur. You wouldn't be worried. You wouldn't despair over the unavoidable consequences. You wouldn't have begun to doubt. To suspect people most important to you. Your authority figures. You wouldn't know about anything.

Exactly. You wouldn't know about anything. You wouldn't be able to do anything. And now-...

Now you had a choice.

Order wasn't evil. If it was willing to go to such extremes then surely it had solid reasons for doing so…

Yes, it certainly did.

But those reasons couldn't take away that one special person from you.

Once in your life you had to forsake reason.

-You must run away

Ship's captain almost jumped up on spot when you sneaked behind him. Yet he turned to you with a broad smile and hands propped on his hips. He didn't grab his weapon, but tried to keep it within reach.

-You always get mad when we do so and chase after us until you lose strength. And now that we have prepared a foolproof plan you ask us to do it? - he asked playfully, with that cocky smile of his which normally stimulated your senses.

-I'm not kidding -you said in a firm voice, and man immediately became serious.

Muscles on his face fell down, and fear appeared in his eyes. You were different than usual. Normally he probably would have liked it, but in this situation he felt worried. Almost fearful. He wasn't sure if he should trust you, but he had no other choice. Especially when, from the corner of his eye, he spotted more than one figure on one of balconies of great philharmonic. At first he thought it was a shadow. But now this shadow began to move suspiciously. Unlike a member of his crew. You noticed it too.

Fuck. You weren't fast enough.

-Too late.

Brant turned towards you again and nodded. He had to save as much as he could. You both had to.

-It's an ambush! -scream broke through the voice of organs and some Order's female opera singer.

Panic erupted in the room. Brant's crew began to rapidly look around and with elbows push away unexpected opponents. Audience began squealing and shouting. They got up from their seats, covered their heads and ran in opposite directions. Security guards from Order on lower floor, not directly involved in the ambush, tried to control them. They struggled to guide bumping people towards the exit. On one hand playing heroes. On other wanting to clear the potential battlefield of witnesses.

-Come -Brant outstretched his free hand in your direction.

With one foot he was already supporting himself against the marble railing, wanting to bounce against it as quickly as possible.

You didn't think twice. You grasped his hand. As warm and pleasant as you had imagined it at every free time, over the past month.

You jumped. A sudden burst of air and a slight turning in stomach, perfectly summed up your short flight. Brant gently placed you on the ground, landing himself without much thought. Rest of sailors followed. You found yourselves in the middle of an already empty stage. In amok, you didn't even notice how you got surrounded by whole divisions of Order.

You swallowed your saliva and looked around to the sides, searching in panic for some solution. Being on the opposite side of battle, gave you a completely different view of situation. You felt like an animal caught in a trap, and you didn't particularly like it. Suddenly you began to feel sorry for all your earlier opponents. You silently screamed for support and help, and they wouldn't even listen to you…

You accidentally crossed your eyes with your closest friend, with whom you happened to even share a room that morning and had breakfast together after prayer. What was he doing here? And what's more, on the front line?

You sent him a pleading look, and he measured you with a cold judging gaze. He waited in tension. Told you to choose. Although answer seemed obvious to him. Same for you. Until yesterday.

Someone intertwined their hands with you. This person's fingers pleasantly scratched you with their roughness and harshness. They didn't shine with an fake glow, they only radiated a natural kind warmth.

You clenched your fist harder on your sword.

Even if you had to be alone again after that. You'll do what you should.

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Splash of the whip. Loud howl of pain. Clatter of chains, stopping torso from utter fall onto a stone floor.

Cold damp basement. Rats sneaked in the shadows, and smell of mustiness and mould hung in the air.

You felt like you were in that alley again. Again you were just a small, abandoned child. Once again a nobody.

Every one of your muscles ached with exhaustion. You even felt the ones that you didn't know existed before. Gaping wounds on your back burned miserably as blood mixed with sweat. Ripped pants, which were the only thing trying to protect your body from convulsions, were sticking unpleasantly to your body. Uneven surface of a floor dug painfully into your knees. And rusty handcuffs cut your wrists. Successfully keeping you from lowering your hands down. Even when you were about to pass out from exhaustion.

-We strip you of your name and sentence you to a pilgrimage for your sins.

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Sizzling sun increased your migraine. You couldn't stop blinking your eyes. You needed sleep, needed shelter.

You inhaled the scent around you. Sea air covering harbor seemed soothing after a night spent in a cell.

You felt someone pushing you. Those dressed in white. You struggled to keep your balance, struggled to stay on your feet. However, you didn't want to prolong the process. You preferred to get to the ship as soon as possible. Even when you knew what was awaiting there.

Vision of death suddenly seemed like only escape from this situation. Even when you couldn't run anymore. A moment of rest, relief. No more pain, no more suffering.

One lonely tear ran down your cheek. You still couldn't understand why they did it. You grew up with them, you had infinite trust in them. They were the only purpose in your life, for which you fully dedicated yourself.

You stood still, along with other prisoners. Now you were just one of many.

A small wooden ship appeared in front of you. It swayed wobbly on water. It wasn't built to be sturdy. These pilgrimages didn't last long. Just a ticket to the other side.

And just when you thought it was over. That nothing more awaits you in life -... from afar you heard a call. Something that reminded you of boarding attacks.

With the last of your strength you lifted your gaze upward. In blue clear sky you saw a hazy figure on a familiar red-pink line.

Hope.

You understood little, coded little. A sudden burst of pain forced you to lower your head down and squint your eyes. To your right, a pair of heels clicked. Moment later, you felt a release from handcuffs and a strong arm wrapping around your waist. With gratitude you leaned on the figure next to you, passing your weight onto them. You no longer heard shouts of Order or Fools distracting them. Only one thing:

- You won't get rid of me so easily now -again that warm breath tickling your ear- Since you once saved my and my family's lives you must now take responsibility

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Hiss.

-Don't be a baby -scolding voice of your savior slowly awakened you from sleep.

-Easy to say - you replied with defiance- Not your back got chopped into a salad

You were no longer serious, you felt comfortable in company of this man. You wanted to joke and forget the past.

Nevertheless, Brant grew quiet, and his voice began to sound worried.

-I know… I'm sorry - his sympathetic tone, made your blood run, spreading a pleasant warmth over your body that occupied kitchen table. Planks of heavy wooden beams were the only thing that could easily keep your body in proper position on pirate ship.

Brant put down alcohol-soaked cloth. He carefully leaned over your back and gently began to blow on your wounds. Wanting to ease pain and burning at least a little. He was close to tears even though it wasn't him who got injured.

-Why did you save me?

Eventually question got dropped. Building tension, pressure. Silence around you suddenly became sort of louder. Clock clicking immediately began to irritate and rush and noise of waves behind round window started to disturb you both.

-I told you already. You are now obliged to take care of me. For the rest of your life -he replied proudly, when he got enough courage.

Although he used a slightly playful voice to do so, deep down, in hope, he wanted to suggest something. If you had lifted your head then you would have probably seen him biting his lip shyly. Intertwining his hands behind his back, playing with fingers and swinging on feet, lifting up on toes every now and then.

-I'm afraid it was you who saved me just now.

-Sometimes we have to take care of what is ours -he admitted firmly like a true captain should.

He was glad you weren't pulling your head off the table and seeing his rosy cheeks.

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-So, you like our captain, ye?

To one sailor's question you responded with loud coughing. You hastily put down a glass of juice on a table. Evil liquid flowed down into a wrong pipe.

-I'm sorry? - you asked overcoming a hoarse voice with true difficulty.

Your glazed eyes turned to a person in front of you. Sitting on the other side of a long table, spread out in the central area of a huge cave - camp and hideout.

-You know, the way you-

-Clark! - embarrassed Brant quickly scolded nosy man.

-What? I was only asking -comrade raised his hands in surrender.

However, embarrassed captain wasn't listening to his explanations. He focused all his attention on you. Worried, he began to stroke your back, trying to help you in any way possible.

Feeling his support and slight relief, you took a deep calming breath, trying to return to normality. You turned towards your favorite savior. Sent him a small smile to assure him of your well-being. Brant immediately reciprocated it.

-You look good with a blush on your cheeks

Brant's eyes widened rapidly. Man quickly swung at that and at the last moment, instead of slapping you, he pinched you in a scolding gesture.

Such a cutie.

-And that's what I was talking about! - sailor tweeted

And you sincerely burst into laught.

When you looked around and saw colorful lights, bright circus tents- Children playing in the distance, people chatting or finishing their dinners without much care-… you felt oddly like at home. Even though some people looked at you with a sneer, for which they always got nagged by Brant. You felt accepted for who you truly were. Despite conflicts, opposing views, or different histories. Everyone was welcome here. As a new member of family.

Well, and being honest. You also had many fans here, who cheered for you and Brant at every possible moment.

Someone's fingers timidly tickled the top of your hand. You looked at the captain again. This time he turned in opposite direction, avoiding your eyes. You raised a corners of your mouth even higher. Without hesitation, you intertwined your hands under a table in a tight embrace. Your strength awakened a wave of shivers in Brant's body.

Yeah, this life was also quite nice...

[alwayscorvus]

Fields Of Mistria Scenarios - Part 1

malereader x March/Balor/Eiland (separated), fluff;

short scenarios/stories from your life

March

-Olric said my roots are showing up

-I didn't think you cared so much about other people's opinions

March turned to you rapidly. His furrowed brow, squinted eyes and chilling gaze successfully made you shudder.

You raised your hands in surrender and laughed warmly.

-Okay okay, I'm shutting up

-Better start working. I don't have all day

He turned back towards the small bathroom mirror.

Much shorter than you boy sat on a tall wooden stool, stolen from your kitchen island. You stood behind him, struggling to find a place for yourself in such a tiny space. Constant bumping into your shower stall with your elbows was rather painful.

Small, old-fashioned sink held everything, including a pile of garbage. Starting with soap, going through toothbrushes, brushes dipped in paint, that strange pencil that March probably used to highlight his eyes, pieces of foil, dirty cotton balls, and even used packs. It was a good thing that with this lighting, all the mess faded a bit into the shadows. Yellow glow from energy-saving bulb did a little justice for much-needed visibility, important in such a precise task that awaited you. Completely lost in thoughts, you started to stroke March's freshly shaved neck. Under your fingertips you felt a pleasant scratching. Reminiscent of your mornings. When you lie together in spacious bed, buried in white sheets and look deeply into each other's eyes with smiles. At that time you can't help yourself. You just have to play with your boyfriend's hair.

-…[M/N]? -he asked this time with some insecurity.

In a quiet abashed voice. Testing the waters. As if fearing that you don't want to take care of him after all.

It's not that he asked you nicely for a favor, rather he demanded it. While you were sprawled out on a small crumpled couch that could hardly fit your body, he approached you with that slow, sullen step of his and threw some strange sachets at you.

You raised abruptly on your elbows while ,,bullets" began to softly slide off your chest. You clumsily tried to catch them, but to do this, you had to squat down. In the end unidentified objects landed on your lap.

You grabbed two small packages in which, when pressed, you could feel shifting of slightly liquid contents. You turned them to their front side, where you were met with a sight of some woman and her long, artificially glowing hair in a cherry red color.

You didn't have time to react. You couldn't even say anything. March didn't even glance in your direction. He quickly turned on his heel and this time rushed to the bathroom. Before you could say no to him.

That's how your lazy Thursday evening, which was supposed to be a rest after a hard day at work, turned into an extra job after hours as your partner's hairdresser.

Maybe he was just a bother to you… He always wanted something. And you always had to take care of him. Even this one time, when he wanted to bake you a cake-… March almost put your apartment to a torch.

Andddd-… you guessed it. In the end, it was you who rescued a burnt pie. Peeled away non-edible edges, retouched dryness with a cherry jam and made up for the lack of sweetness with a creamy custard. Which, of course, you had to make yourself, because March had to mess up even a mix from a package... Though now, March truly believes that it was all Eiland's husband fault. And his bragging about Eiland being a perfect partner who spoils him with sweets.

March was only good at forging weapons. And you? Even from nothing you were able to make something.

March, already slightly depressed, crouched down and began to pick at his fingernails.

And physical contact? March has long forgotten the feeling of your touch. Gentle stroking, secretly stolen kisses, small nipping when he was unbearable…

He knew that in the past he had run away from your affection. Too intimidated. So you tried to limit it as to not irritate him during more challenging periods. But he really needed it now-… Badly. And he didn't know how to ask for it.

You immediately noticed how your boyfriend became violently sad. And this time it was not a faked reaction. Something really had to be on his mind.

You leaned gently over his body. Grabbed his shoulders for balance and placed a short, sweet kiss on his cheek.

-Don't worry honey, I'm happy to help -you assured- I just don't guarantee that it will come out perfect, it's my first time -you added with a delighted laugh

-Better be. Because otherwise I won't leave the house

Once again, your boyfriend's voice resembled an order, at which you just shook your head politely. As always, big mouth...

-So what? Shall we get started?

With one hand you dipped a brush into a small glass bowl with previously prepared mixture. And with the other you once again grabbed a lock of March's hair. You gently began to apply paint on black pieces, which stood out significantly against a cherry background.

While your head was steaming with concentration. Eyebrows furrowed and tip of your tongue gently poked out from your tense lips. March's shoulders began to loosen greatly. He could relax by entrusting himself to you. Completely relying on you to make the result come out incredibly. He already knew your efforts, and had always admired your commitment and dedication to assigned task.

He knew you would never let him down.

Eiland

What you knew, and what the whole town probably knew, was that Eiland was head over heels in love with you.

Yeah, ever since you moved to Misrtria Eiland had been crazy about you, completely whipped by your person.

At first it was a simple fascination. You were a ticket to discovering new archaeological finds and a great conversation companion. Only one of few who was willing to listen to his reasoning. It was hard to find someone who shared his hobby. And maybe you weren't like that either, but at least you were willing to listen. And you did it with great eagerness. You sipped words from his mouth with fascination. You weren't bored after an hour. Nor after two… Nor even after five and a whole night together in an inn from which owner had to force you out.

And then a dessert stage began. Courting gifts, which effectively won Eiland's heart. You handed them to him on random pretexts, never dropping any hints. But it was thanks to them that boy started to look at you differently. No longer just as a friend, but also as a potential partner.

So since you won Eiland's heart through his stomach he must have used this technique too. Or rather, he just wanted to return a favor. He was always taken to heaven when he tasted your mouthwatering pastries. Loved to test your latest baked goods. And got marveled with how from dessert to dessert your decorating skills grew. You deserved this pleasure too!

Well, also you had been a couple for a long time. And he loved to spoil you.

Starting with expensive gifts, ending with long massages after a hard day on field.

Being a good boyfriend, perfect even, he organized a picnic on the edge of a cliff. Surrounded by pink-leafed trees in shade similar to his hair. Without thinking much, you grabbed a loose strand of his hair and put it behind his ear. Corners of Eiland's lips slightly lifted and a pale raspberry blush appeared on his cheeks.

-Try it! It should taste like chocolate and blueberries! Exactly the ones I stole from your basket in kitchen when you were taking a shower

Eiland smiled proudly, hiding his embarrassment under a cloak of obliviousness. He impatiently slid towards you a goblet with something similar to a stiff substance. Looked a bit like a milky jelly, but in strange colors and with something crunchy on top.

-And that is…?

-Creme brulee! But with a twist! Sorry… I have experience in tasting, not really making. Vision of baking still scares me a little too much… -he snarled awkwardly scratching the back of his neck- Just like my sister. She said she didn't include kitchen renovation and stove replacement in her to-do list for this month. That's why I decided on something else first, but it should taste delicious! At least that's what it said in the cookbook… My mother also said she had enjoyed this delicacy in the capital. Without hesitation, she suggested it when I asked her in a letter for advice… -last sentence he added rather shyly- But once I get some skills, you can count on a strawberry tart! Exclusively for you!

Boy looked at you with anticipation as you grabbed the dish and a small spoon. You felt a sudden weight. A real crystal. You were amazed that Eiland managed to transport it without any harm. After all, his residence was so far away.

You plunged silver into a inviting mass, and it immediately gave up under the pressure of your force. You heard a crack of shell of burnt sugar and then broke through the cocoa and fruit layer one by one.

-Take the fruit too! You must feel the whole combination!

As expected from a good boyfriend, you obeyed your partner and grabbed one of the blueberries decorating the center of a dessert. You carefully put spoon in your mouth, and fullness of flavor spread across your lips. First the rich cocoa flavor, then refreshing wonders of nature. Cream itself melted in your mouth.

-It's great -you frankly admitted, feeling an irresistible urge to devour whole portion.

-Really?

However, timid voice of your Eiland, distracted you from your plans. You felt a sudden urge to assure him that he had done a wonderful job.

-Of course baby!

You put goblet aside, grabbed boy's face in both hands and squeezed his cheeks until his lips puffed.

Eiland's eyes lit up.

-Aww [M/N]!

You felt how boy suddenly pull out of your arms and throw himself around your neck.

-You are the best!

You then felt warm kisses on your body. Like tingles of a butterfly. First on your forehead, then on your nose, some more on corners of your mouth, finally a few on your jaw and lastly a lot on your neck. Quick short and quite wet. One of them transformed into something bigger. Longer, more labor-intensive.

You hissed.

Balor

It's not that you had a problem with hitting on people in the past. But Balor-…

He was-…

...intimidating.

That's why, as you approached traveling stall, you felt a slight pressure and anxiety. It was as if some kind of lump formed in your throat. Your heart quickened its beat and your hands began to sweat unnaturally.

Anything just to stand in the way of your relationship.

A potential one.

You were slowly beginning to lose hope that it could really happen. Although Balor gave you signs sometimes, they could be very mixed.

Once, when you were sitting together on Friday's evenings in the tavern he would discreetly put his hand on your thigh. Under a table, so the rest of villagers wouldn't see. When your muscles stiffened with surprise he would just send you a playful smile. And as if nothing ever happened he would go back to talking with the rest. Just your little secret while playing cards-

On other occasions, when you approached a group of people talking eagerly on sidewalks in town, he completely ignored you. At your cheerful greeting, he merely nodded and turned his head sideways to you, returning to his previous companion. He didn't include you in the chat as if he didn't realize your presence at all. At such moments, you instantly became cloudy.

There were still other times when you walked through the lonely forest in search of herbs needed by Balor for… anything you didn't want to know about. Boy approached you in jumping step. To the rhythm of tune that he was humming. He poked you with his shoulder and grabbed your hand. Proud of himself with a skillful movement of his fingers, he intertwined your hands. He wasn't looking at you. Just ahead, acting as if this was something completely normal. You could then only stare at him astonished.

You walked like this with each other for a while longer, until Balor pulled out of your grasp and started running, ordering in delighted shouts for you to start chasing him. Tag!

And even more other times, when you brought him flowers for Valentine's Day or to grace your meeting. He would let out a delighted laugh and ask what the occasion was. And after that, tease you, claiming that you must have had too much in your garden that you didn't know what to do with them. That's surely why you decided to jam freshly picked flowers to him. It certainly wasn't a romantic gesture.

Yeah... definitely.

You weren't sure for which reaction it was a turn today. Still, you couldn't help but try.

-Hi Balor - you began with faked confidence while stepping into his hearing range.

-Oh, Hello [M/N]! What brings you to me? Would you like to boost my budget? I have some great new goods, straight from the capital!

Before you could deny it Balor had already started showering you with a variety of goods.

That means… you wouldn't even want to refuse him. You wouldn't know how.

First some interesting recipes and instructions for making new sets of furniture. Then some unusual wallpaper. Later, some building materials, unheard of in this area. And finally, the most wonderful silks captured straight from transport to Baron's sewing studio. Though, of course, Balor forgot to mention that last one...

He viciously praised each item. Quality, price, uniqueness. Balor really had a business acumen, and you weren't surprised with all customers that he was sweet-talking. It was easy to be fooled by his stream of words. Visions of the future he forecasted after buying one of his unique bargains. Or better yet! Right away a set of three and one free!

However, this time he didn't convince you to anything. He jumped between goods too quickly. It was as if every now and then a bulb's light flashed above him. Signifying that he remembered something new from his wealth.

-Just touch this fabric! - Balor grabbed your wrist and persistently pulled towards a red unrolled material- Can you feel how soft it is? Now imagine sinking in such duvets after a hard day at work. Stressed out from working in the mine, somewhere after midnight, you just take a quick shower and let the gently smoothing comforter lull you to sleep. It's perfectly breathable and extremely pleasant to the touch! That's right! It will also work great for clothing. An airy lightweight shirt? Perfect for hot summer days! But wait a minute! You don't seem interested… Could it be that my merchandise is not up to your expectations? Or perhaps-... you came here for another reason?

Balor asked with an amused smile. He stopped leaning over you, straightened up and slightly moved away, giving you some space.

-Well-...

That's it! Your moment to shine! Great opportunity for you to ask him out exactly as you planned.

In rush of sudden confidence, you crossed your legs, propped one hand on your hip, and leaned on a shopping cart with the other.

Or-...

...you tried.

In a flash of seconds, you felt yourself starting to lose ground.

Unlocked wheels due to your weight began to glide the cart in opposite direction. And you flew along with it.

Balor's eyes widened abruptly, like those of a ripe sapphire and precisely the same as yours.

Fortunately, you caught your balance at the last moment. Stood up on your feet before you could bend in half and cart could go too far away. You shook off invisible dust that didn't even have the right to reach you. You persistently tried to focus your attention on something, just to scatter the heat creeping onto your cheeks.

You looked at Balor. Surprisingly, he wasn't trying to hold back his laughter. More worried and prompted by sudden sympathy, he didn't want to give you a hard time.

You coughed. The sooner subject changes the better.

-So… maybe-… you want to go out somewhere?

Boy cheered up at this rapidly. As if forgetting the situation from a moment ago.

What a relief.

-Sure! With who though? I heard that brothers have been busy lately because they have too many orders in forge, and Ryis has to help his uncle with new orders… But maybe Hayden would have time?

Balor began to think hard. You felt your heart stop, and a single drop of sweat ran down the side of your forehead. You opened your mouth, from which emitted a silent scream. Stress began to paralyze you. In the end, it won't be so easy going. You shouldn't even delude yourself.

Because of your emotions, you couldn't see what a great fun Balor had with your reaction which he was secretly studying.

You rubbed your forehead tiredly.

-I was thinking that… maybe just two of us? - you asked with hesitation and hope in your eyes.

At this, Balor covered his mouth slightly with his hand and laughed charmingly.

-Oh sweetie, im just playing -he wiped away a single tear overjoyed- I know you want, to take me on a date-

-Though it took you a while- he added with a pout.

And you were swept away.

Needed a minute to pull yourself together.

Or two.

And Balor's waving hand in front of your astonished face.

-So… it's a yes? - after a moment of silence you finally broke through.

-Of course dummy!

You let out a huge sigh of relief. But calm didn't last long.

You felt a sting of Balor's index finger on your collarbone. He looked deeply into your eyes and sent you feisty smile.

You followed him in tension as he gracefully began to ring your body. His finger left behind a burning traces. First on your shoulder, then on your back.

-Soo… Where are you taking me lil farmer boy?

[alwayscorvus]

greetings corvus!!! its the werewolf!Yuanwu Anon again ( or maybe i should just declare myself as V so its easier than typing out the whole anon thing lmao) just wanted to tell you that i always think about the first werewolf!yuanwu req of mine that you did and it always make me smile :]] i really love your work on yuanwu ( and im totally not spreading yuanwu propaganda /hj )

i will always wait loyally for my request no matter how long, because id rather you take your time. it's always worth it in the end <DDD i kept on rereading my yuanwu reqs that you did while waiting for the upcoming ones

thank you so much for entertaining this particular yuanwu anon's requests < :]] have a flower for you🪻am excited and looking forward to my reqs no matter how long i must wait <] and always take care of yourself and take ur time!!!!

Shit. Not good. I mean when you say that despite the wait it will eventually be worth it hah Because one of your requests is already ready... and looking at how I have changed the pace of writing my posts in last week I don't know if it will live up to expectations. I mean I like how Yuanwu himself came out and it was enjoyable to write such a relationship/characters dynamic between reader and character but maybe you will feel unsatisfied

Now I feel the pressure... But at most I will reward you in the number of posts published for you because it probably won't end with these requests... or at least I hope you won't get bored with my writing!

V is great! I will remember. Big gap/change from multiple letters in a name to only one hah but I think it's a perfect solution

It's cute how faithful you are and that you patiently await the next posts. Im impressed-

...and really glad

Im always happy when reading a message from you. They warm my heart. And I'm really delighted that you liked first post so much. It's nice to know that my writing means something to someone and makes their day more pleasant

Thank you for one of the most beautiful flowers, here is a meadow of flowers for you 🌹🌹🌹

And thank you for kind words and understanding. You take care of yourself too!

Ps. good luck with yuanwu propaganda

[alwayscorvus]

I know that I haven't been active recently but! I have a surprise!

For the last week I didn't have access to my computer and couldn't translate anything, but I worked hard! And almost all requests are ready. Only one more left for later

So from next week I will try to systematically translate and publish what I have created

Let's hope that I keep the enthusiasm in translating... because after a trip I'm tired and will also need some time to rest... but I would like to have a "fresh start" for requests

Soo-.... see yaaaa

[alwayscorvus]

Hi! Are you by any chance accepting requests? If so, could you do a request for a WuWa Calcharo x female reader story, where she starts working with him and they end up falling for each other—but neither of them can admit it?

Ahh sorry cutie, I do accept requests, but for male readers with male/female characters. In the past I haven't completely dismissed the idea of writing a female reader, but rather in other canons (some books, movies) and probably not at the current stage of my profile, maybe in the distant future. Ngl your idea even appeals to me and I have slight hesitation about writing it, but in the end I have to decline

First of all, it's been a long time since I've written such reader, I'm a bit rusty and I don't know if I could make it work

Secondly, after publishing such request, I wouldn't want to get followers who are looking for only f.reader. Dont get me wrong! I accept everyone, everyone can feel safe and at ease at my profile. But I wouldn't like to give these readers unnecessary hopes/expectations. Later they wouldn't find here any more posts for themselves and would have to unfollow me

But thank you very much for having the courage to ask! I'm writing back so that you won't wait unnecessarily and can ask someone else🌼 Have a great day!

[alwayscorvus]

Hi

I just wanna say

I like your work

Okay byeeeeee✋

Aww thanks a lot for this beautiful confession ⚘️ makes my day, have a great week!

[alwayscorvus]

I love the Brant fic but there's an error I wanna point out. In the beginning٫ It says "Malereader x Jiyan" idk if you noticed but I just wanted you to know

Oh shoot, thanks a lot!

I just copied this sentence from another post and completely forgot to change it + I didn't pay attention to it when checking

Glad that someone pointed this out so fast after publication

Sending lots of love and thanks again for warm words and correction!

[alwayscorvus]

Hello, can I request Brant from Wuwa who had an argument with male!reader and the reader kinda give him space by avoiding Distancing himself from Brant.

When they both cooled down٫ reader is getting hit on by some lady and Brant swoops in and tells her that's his man :)

Jealousy and yearning

malereader x Brant, fluff; love this! couldn't wait to write this. thanks 4 the request! when I read it, it sounds different than usual, but let's see if you can enjoy it Fck I should focus on the scene that people ask me to do and not make long openings... But I can'ttt

-You always take it out on me!

-I’m just worried about you

-You question my decisions! - Brant threw his hands up in frustration.

-I just think that it’s not the best idea for you to go there. Especially alone -you tried calmly. Though his sharp voice, definitely contrasting with your softer, more composed one, was starting to get on your nerves.

-I won’t be alone!

Not good. As if you were talking to a wall...

-Yeah, you’ll be with some guy you just met

Brant put his hands on his hips, turned his head towards you, and gave you a look filled with something between contempt and boredom.

-Oh please, don’t be jealous

Jealous? You? Was he even serious?

You were probably starting to get angry.

-Don't be silly, i'm not jealous, i just-

-What?! Maybe you want to be a captain yourself?!

He didn’t even let you finish. Only yelled like a madman.

-You know that’s not what I mean -you said, trying hard to keep your voice calm and measured.

You wanted to act mature. Responsible.

You wanted him to understand your point of view. To realize that you didn’t mean any harm.

-But on the other hand, you don’t accept that I am the captain! You knew what you were getting into when you started to go out with me!

Andddd-... that's it.

Your patience has just run out.

-And that's the only reason why I should let you put yourself in danger now!?

You couldn't stand it. Where did your Brant go? Who were you actually just arguing with?

-I was never afraid of risk. If you didn't like it then there was no need to ask me out!

You replied to the loud shouting with visible irony:

-Oh, im so sorry that I fell in love with you

-Yeah! You should be!

...

Ouch.

That hurt.

What was that actually supposed to mean? It didn't make any sense at all. Like the whole argument.

Again, another quarrel. You were young, naive. Full of lively emotions. You often happened to exchange opinions. This stirred up the atmosphere a bit, woken up passion. Sometimes such exchanges were just healthy. You were able to get to know each other's perspectives. Come to some sort of agreement-

But not at this point. Today you crossed some boundaries. Neither of you wanted to compromise. Neither of you wanted to understand the other. Only to make his own stand.

You hated when Brant put himself at risk. When he gambled his life. You couldn't bear to see wounds on his body. To endure his groans of a pain. The thought that you could lose him pierced your heart.

And he didn't understand your fears. He grew up alone. He always knew how to manage himself, how to get out of any trouble. How to survive. He was strong, resourceful. He knew how to take care of himself, without anyone's help. Eventually, from nothing, he became the captain of a great ship. He was capable of a lot.

But sometimes he just forgot that now he didn't have to do it all by himself anymore. That he had you. Someone who wanted to take care of him.

He couldn't understand that your fear didn't come from a doubt in his abilities, but from pure love and a desire to help.

But his words… he certainly didn't mean it. He was surely throwing out random thoughts in emotion. He just wanted to annoy you. To win an argument. And at the same time he wanted for it to hurt.

You couldn't bare it. You didn't want to hear it. You didn't need any more insults.

You also didn't want Brant to go too far. For him to regret later. He would scold himself after and walk around with scolded face.

Despite all the hate and anger you just felt, you loved him so much. You cared about him an his well-being. You had a soft spot for him.

That's why you made the only responsible decision at that moment.

You got up and left.

With a slight slamming of the door.

Despite everything, you were angry. And a hint of immaturity told you to assert your “dominance”. At that moment it didn't sound as silly as it did in the next day.

On the way out you made another decision. That you would give him some space. To let him cool off a bit.

… And also to let it hurt a little.

And that's how your whole morning passed.

And noon…

And afternoon…

And then, the evening came. A tough evening.

It didn't take much for Brant to miss you. He was practically inseparable. You did everything together. And thanks to the fact that you were his right hand on the ship, you weren't even separated by work. While he was behind the wheel, you were studying maps right next to him, consulting with him about next destination of your voyages.

While you were delegating tasks to young sailors, he was watching you with curiosity, sitting cross-legged on a large wooden barrel.

While he was negotiating deals with some suspicious visitors, you always stood beside him, sending them a threatening look as a warning.

Together you checked out new merchandise. Together you went on escapades in new territory. Together you fought and together you spent all your free time.

It's almost surprising, that Brant himself wanted to go on a mission without you. After all, whenever he returned from such tasks, he fell tearfully into your arms and swore that he would never leave you again, because he misses you too much.

Or rather, he made you promise to never to leave him. He felt so helpless without you…

But you guess that history liked to repeat itself.

Brant liked to break off the leash sometimes, driven by sudden emotions. However, he was quickly caught by the abandoned puppy syndrome.

Exactly as in this case.

He didn't notice it at first. The fact that he was eating breakfast alone. The fact that no one was answering crew's stupid questions for him. The fact that no one followed him like a second shadow.

He completely forgot about you.

In the afternoon, however, things began to change.

Something stopped to fit right. Whole situation became suspicious. It was as if something had messed up his routine.

Standing alone on the dock, he didn't know who to smile at. Eating lunch, he had no one to ask for salt. Looking through papers in the office, he had no one to ask for a magnifying glass.

Same goes with performing. In rehearsal, he felt no joy in playing. As if the most important person in the audience was missing and thus the whole point. He didn't feel that piercing gaze following his every move. He didn't hear whistles or applause of satisfaction. Warm words after a good performance or a few longed-for remarks, necessary to improvement in the future.

He began to wonder. He furrowed his brow, walked absent around the ship and bumped into random people. Generously apologizing afterwards.

Some of his comrades asked what happened, if everything was okay. And he just waved his hand at them. They even began to wonder where you were, they wanted to ask for your help. They knew that only you could bring Brant back to normal. However, after meeting you and seeing your firm stare, they didn't even dare to ask. They turned quickly on their heels and forgot about the subject. Allowing you to work out your own problems.

Hours passed. Bloody difficult hours. And Brant finally understood.

All these things were done for him by one particular person. A person who loved to pamper him. To be kind and helpful to him. Even when he was whining. Someone who always made him laugh, listened to him and drowned out the boredom that Brant hated so much. That person was you.

But after all, you couldn't take a grudge against him forever. Right?

Brant decided to show you mercy and help you a little in your attempt to win him back. To give you an excuse to smooth things over so that things could go back to how they used to be.

Proud of himself and with a confident smile, he proceeded to execute his plan.

A small dramatic turn. A fake stumble. And a spectacular fall down the stairs into the abyss of lower deck. Perfect opportunity for you to move from a place not far away and be able to rush towards him. To catch him in your arms.

He specifically chose the right time and place just to feel your strong embrace and security of your closeness.

But he didn't hear any stamping of feet. Only terrified sounds of his companions with definitely poor reflexes.

Shit.

At the last moment, he used his forte to release some rope and grab onto the railing above.

Apparently, today he had to act as his own hero-

Fair enough.

After all, he told you that he could take care of his life and health. It would be foolish to question that now. But after all, it didn't apply to small things…

So he tried again.

But what was his surprise when, while dropping his compass beside you, he failed to get your help.

Only a loud clang and his gasp.

As if you didn't care at all.

Brant looked dumbfounded at the small object lying alone on the wooden boards. Why didn't you pick it up? Why didn't you hand it to him with a warm smile after which Brant could roll his eyes and, after faking seconds of thought, forgive you and let you return to his side? Why didn't you even look in his direction? Why you just walked past, busy talking to other sailor?

Okay.

Disasters happen. Maybe you just didn't notice. Maybe he should sign you up for a medical visit with that poor hearing of yours...

But you certainly must have noticed when he squeezed between dining room table and a bench on which you were sitting. Deliberately arcing his back. So inviting... Exposing his curves that you were so fond of. Just to encourage you- tempt you- make you lose control.

Orrr-… you could.

Things were beginning to call for drastic measures.

But after all, he couldn't apologize. Definitely couldn't. He had too much pride for that. Besides, you taught him this yourself. Brant didn't have to apologize. He wasn't just a captain, he was also like your little bratty princess.

Okay maybe not so little. Mostly not bratty. And for calling him a princess in front of the crew he probably would have thrown you overboard.

But-

You were always the one who made the first move. You liked to do things for him and couldn't stand the thought that he was sad. It was enough for Brant to send you eyes of a beaten up puppy from afar, asking to be taken in, and you were already running towards him and making all your misunderstandings go away.

But not this time.

Dear Jue. Why did you have to be so stubborn.

Especially now. Brant couldn't stand it.

He missed you so much-

He just wanted to soak in the silk sheets and be pampered with kisess by you until all his stresses from today were gone.

He will no longer go alone on any mission. He swears! Just take him back-... Please

Night has come. A period of celebration. That moment when Brant ordered time off for the entire crew. To relax a bit. Too bad that it didn't apply to him as well.

At least not today.

You decided to have some fun. Entire senior staff. You headed out to town, to one of nightclubs. The one with a shaddy reputation.

Rinascita's elite have always fooled around here. Golden spoon generations and those who knew how to crash.

Music here was loud and lights were colorful. Almost like any club, but in that air you could sense that aristocratic shabbiness. Laughs more fake than usual. Ostentatious clink of crystal glasses. And the drops of decades-old liquors that were falling prudently.

Splendor of expensive pearls and precious rhinestones competed with the beauty of personalities not tainted by work. It wasn't hard to feel on oneself mirroring gaze of others. Some searched for the best victims. Hoping to turn one night into a ring on a finger. Others oozed venom into their competitors. Whether they were hoping for a good candidate to settle down or just one for a passionate fun. Everyone was a rival here. Everyone was trying to be the most beautiful. Throwing on their best furs, tight outfits and putting on themselves the best make-up to highlight their features as much as possible. They batted their eyelashes, clicked their heels, playfuly curled hairs on their fingers.

Brant didn't need any of above to draw crowds. Or at least he didn't need to make such an effort. Even without expensive accessories, he unknowingly attracted plenty of suitors.

However, he wasn't thrilled with all the attention. He dismissed all pushy admirers with just a wave of his hand. Normally, he would probably get into a chat with them, make a joke, learn something interesting, maybe tease his boyfriend a little by that…

Today, however, all the whispers in his ear, all the nudges on his shoulders and every attempt to buy him a drink, bounced off him like off a wall.

He was in no mood for playing. And all his attention was focused on one person.

On you.

You were on two opposite sides of the room.

You were seated at a glass table, on a large, red, rounded sofa. He took his place on a modest bar stool, leaning his elbows against the bar top to which his back was turned. Abyss of glittering dance floor separated you both. From time to time the view of each other got blocked with bodies spinning in the dance.

Brant looked at you intensely, while you didn't even grant him with a single glance. It was as if you didn't know he was there at all. And that's probably exactly what happened.

While you were enjoying yourself at your best, drinking another purple drink, he was on tenterhooks. Debating whether to finally break through and approach you.

But he couldn't. His pride wouldn't let him.

Wasn't his presence enough? Didn't just the mere sight of him make you want to pounce on him? After all, it used to be like that… Did you manage to get bored of him already?

Brant bit his lower lip slightly. This situation was beginning to frustrate him and make him start to doubt himself.

He had had enough. These slimy people sticking to his body, this music piercing his eardrums. This club, you and himself. He already wanted to go home and bury himself into a bed. Crying quietly into his pillow and cuddling up to where your body should lie.

At the same time, however, he didn't even have the strength to get up. As if something was depriving him of will to live. Suddenly the vision of returning home alone in black night began to seem frightening. He sneaked down the dark alleys many times, escaping from The Order who tried to capture him. What's more, he always succeeded. And even if… he could walk out of each confrontation unscathed. After all, he was a big man. Postured, strong and persistent. Heck, he was the captain of a ship! After all, that's why you argued in the first place.

But now-…

Now-…

Now he just wished for you to hold him.

Brant lifted his head up, wanting to give you one last longing look.

And then-

Then he noticed something strange.

More specifically, someone who shouldn't be in your company. Someone who was definitely not a part of your crew.

A long-haired blonde woman, in a tight burgundy dress, with far too deeply cut neckline. She smiled flirtatiously at you. As if confident of her success.

With smooth movements she leaned towards you.

Brant felt how it began to boil inside him. And it wasn't due to the crowd of people or poor ventilation.

He took several deep breaths. Tried to calm himself down.

It's not that he couldn't trust you…

But her legs…

Her damn long legs in too high heels that she just threw on your lap!

Oh no. Definitely not!

You sat slightly troubled, feeling the piercing gaze tracing your lips. Gaze of someone you didn't want to feel.

But how did this happen?

At one moment you were chatting with your friends about your latest trip, bragging about your recent catch. And the next, you heard their immature, sneering whistles, suggesting the arrival of someone new.

This someone must have definitely been beautiful and phenomenal if they met with such a reaction.

You were hoping for Brant. You no longer cared about which one of you would apologize. It never mattered to you. You just wanted to feel him snuggle into your side, pretending that nothing had happened and joining your card game. Acting as your best charm and also the perfect source of distraction for your opponents.

Unfortunately. You could only dream. Instead of your confident boyfriend. His tangled sea hair, stunning, playful smile and beaming, curious eyes. You saw some stranger. A woman. Not much different from everyone else here.

That's how you found yourself in this situation. Blonde introduced herself to you by some local name. However, you didn't pay too much attention to it. You wanted to get out of her bony grip as quickly as possible. It wasn't easy though, you didn't want to be rude or make a scene and the only way out was blocked by your friends. Who apparently had a great laugh at your discomfort.

You felt as she traveled over your exposed shoulder with her long red claws and at the same time how she tried to fix her wavy hair. Apparently, this was supposed to be arousing, but for you it only caused unpleasant shivers. Like when you were suddenly attacked by some predatory echos in the wilderness, who tried to get they claws into you.

Woman tried to draw your attention to her colored lips, right after she saw your lack of interest in her exposed breasts. To her misfortune, all her disrespect of your personal space only turned you off.

In your head, you started making up some excuses. Arranging words in a way that wouldn't hurt her fragile ego. Despite everything, you were a gentleman.

You didn't take into your head what she tried to whisper to you. Promise of an unforgettable night, proposal to go to a hotel-

The only place you planned to go after leaving that club was to your boyfriend's bedroom.

Suddenly you felt something on your knee. Something that shouldn't be there. A foreign leg that you planned to push off as quickly as possible.

However, you didn't have enough time.

Loud gasps of your companions rang out all around. Terrified. They already knew how it would end.

-Hey! That's my man

You suddenly heard a firm and confident voice. So familiar to you.

Shocked, you lifted your gaze up at your partner. He stood proudly with his arms propped at his sides and with an unusual aura around him. Not just superiority. Something more emanated from him. Pure, natural beauty.

He didn't need skimpy clothes, cheap tricks or surgical touch-ups to be breathtaking. He was naturally bloody handsome.

Startled woman sprang back from you quickly. She looked horrified at the new company.

You could see the way she kept closing and opening her mouth every now and then. She probably wanted to argue, but she couldn't. It was as if she sensed that she was no match for her rival. You knew subconsciously that she must have launched herself on taken guys more than once. But the sight of Brant was overwhelming for her.

You weren't surprised with her reaction. You also could feel a shiver. Though for you it was more of a thrill of excitement. The way he was fussing about you was almost hot. Your adorable boyfriend, all flushed with jealousy. He glared at the intruder with deadly look. With a hatred stronger than when fighting the toughest opponent. On the battlefield, Brant at least tried to show his enemies some respect. Here, he showed only contempt.

You couldn't lie, you were really proud of your boyfriend. Or that you could be called his partner.

A sort of soft glow radiated from Brant's posture. Something like a warning. Any person who only dared to touch him right now could expect to get knocked down. Same applied to the violation of your person. Everyone present at the table felt that one inch movement in the wrong direction could make Brant snap. In his visions, he was already going for blonde's throat. Proudly fighting for what was his.

She tainted your body, her sultry touch left behind a filth that Brant would have to erase for a long time. He had an overwhelming desire to show this woman where her place was.

After all, he was the only one who was right for you…

But this woman didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve any extra minute to be wasted on her.

Brant didn't need revenge now. He needed you...

So before blonde could summon the courage to make one last gesture of cheekiness. Brant leaned over the table and extended his hand in your direction.

With a broad smile, you took his palm in yours. A pleasant warmth spread through your body. Brant reciprocated your happiness and this time rather pleasant, laughed sincerely. This soothing sound echoed through the room, drowning out the noise. You looked deeply into each other's eyes and everything around you began to fade away. Disappearing into the darkness, as if there were only the two of you. People, music, lights. Nothing mattered when you had each other.

You felt a sudden squeeze and pull towards your lover. Brant clearly wanted to kidnap his boyfriend, and you didn't plan to resist. Squeezing through the space your crew cleared, you let yourself be carried away by the strength of your partner.

And then you just ran.

Ran far ahead.

Laughing loudly and trying not to bump into any obstacle or break your legs on the steep stairs.

With the corners of your mouth raised high.

As long as you're together.

As long as you kept moving forward.

You felt a push towards the bed and a swish of sheets that raised into the air as a response to your rough siting on the edge of a mattress.

Brant looked at you with bent neck and made a small pouty face. Your heart began to beat faster, and you felt yourself slowly melting. You couldn't stay angry any longer. Especially after what he did in the bar. It was hard to hide how madly you liked it.

You spread your arms in an inviting gesture, and he didn't hesitate for even a second.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed the distance separating you both, and in a clumsy manner climbed up your thighs, straddling you. Out of habit, he snuggled into the crook of your neck.

You looked down. At his beautiful, closed eyes, highlighted with a soft pink line. At his heated skin, worn out by the run and heat in the club. At his unbuttoned shirt, perfectly exposing what you found so hard to resist.

You felt his weight, his gentle trembling. The way he wriggled on top of you to find the perfect spot. The way he arched his back and poked your arms trying to get your attention and seek your touch.

He was exactly where he belonged.

Completely swayed with this, you locked him in a gentle embrace and with slow movements began to roll circles on his back. Brant murmured satisfied at this and inhaled the scent of your cologne. Warm and heavy smell of sandalwood surrounded his senses. Man felt as his muscles began to slowly relax, and he unconsciously started to drift off to another realm. Nothing relaxed him more than your scent - scent of home.

-Don't leave me - he eventually muttered with authority into your shirt, to which you only responded with a questioning nod. You also were about to fall asleep from the feeling of high temperature of his body.

-I said don't leave me - he objected louder this time, pulling himself out of your neck and once again squirming in your lap -Don't leave me alone. Not now nor never. Especially for some blond-haired floozy. I am definitely better than her

His statement was more than serious, and you didn't dare question it. Especially now.

-Oh yeah, you are definitely better. I am much more attracted to blue-haired beauties

Brant didn't seem to sense this subtle irony. Or maybe he didn't want to… He breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his spot. Snuggled in tighter, like a cuddly koala. He was arranging himself as if he was planning a short nap on you.

And then you remembered something… You couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. An opportunity to have a little more fun.

Especially when he was so cute and vulnerable, exhausted after a full day of experiences.

-And what about your Rover?

-[M/N]~!

Brant scowled with that pouty face of his, and you snorted at this with genuine amusement.

You couldn't annoy him any longer.

-Okay okay. I'm sorry - you grabbed his cheek and looked deeply into his eyes - I promise I won't leave you again for more than five steps

When you thought that this would more than satisfy him, Brant furrowed his brow clearly displeased.

-No more steps. You must be close

Shit... what had you done to deserve him.

Without waiting any longer, you straightened up and saluted.

-Yes, captain! -you laughed again at the adorable groans of your sleeping boyfriend- No steps. I will be glued to you, so you won't be able to get rid of me

With a smile on your lips, you approached him, as your promise stated, and placed a sweet kiss on his forehead, sealing your words.

[alwayscorvus]

Question٫ i saw the request list and i was wondering if any of them were done also٫ have a bouquet💐

Hiii

Cough cough If you're hoping for a request then unfortunately, after this one with jealous Brant, I will drop something out of the reqs. Probably senarios with 6 guys from this one game I recently started playing you probably won't guess which one... but I like that kind of vibe to chill sometimes

Then I'm planning another req with Brant and with Reader from Order. I just love this idea too much.... Next up is Yuanwu in his youth. Because this anon has been waiting for a long time, and it's my fav, so I can't leave it like that any longer. Later on, something new will probably come-... There is another req from Yuanwu-... And if you are Jiyan requester then sorry but its gonna take forever. The idea is cute but not in the vibe of my profile but not enough for me to say no so I need plenty of time to persuade myself

Thanks for this beautiful bouquet! Here is a flower for u too 🌹

[alwayscorvus]

Same anon who requested Brant here٫ I saw the post that the request was gonna be posted next monday and its kinda the day after that so I was wondering if your still working on it? It's fine that you are٫ I'll wait a whole month even. I just wanna make sure that you remembered

Thank u thank u thank u, if not for u guys it probably wouldnt be ready for next 2 weeks... cough i was planning to post it yesterday as promised but ngl i read it in the last moment and hate it. I hate i hate it i hate it sooooo much. I mean, it has so much of lost potential. I love the idea but not how I did it and I need to rewrite it at least in a few places. The only other time I had this feeling was with calcharo's post and it's actually bad.... so I need to fix it! But I will do it today!

Just- I'll get to "work" in about 10h because my Tuesday just started I don't know how about you guys and I have some responsibilities to do today....🌻 see ya!

[alwayscorvus]

Hey٫ its been a few days since you said that the Brant request is done. I sent in a request abt reader getting hit on and Brant coming in to tell the woman that is his man and then i put in a :) at the end.

This to let you know٫ I just wanna make sure you remember

Yessss, i have 2 reqs about Brant right now and the one which is ready is yourss. Dw, i remember everything, im just slow... sorry... but im glad that you didn't forget about it haha imma try to translate it as soon as possible for my lazy self

For now have a great day!