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[alwayscorvus]

Yo٫ how's your illness? You feeling better?

Bed sleep bed sleep. Definitely wouldn't recommend it and not something to redo

2/10

But thanks for asking! Thats nice of u

I'm slowly recovering and should upload something at least next week

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Hellooooooooo 😊. if your requests are open could I request a story where Jiyan is in a relationship with a Neko reader and how he would react when the reader jumps up like an actual scared cat when they're spooked, ngl I just thought it might be funny and kinda cute.

Sharp like a cat

cat!malereader x Jiyan, fluff;

It's not exactly what you asked for, but ngl I had to modify it a little bit in order for it to happen. Took me some time to come up with an idea. How to adapt this topic to my profile. (not like my writing is quicker...[*]) But I think I've kinda succeeded, at least if we are talking about "my" vibe

Thx for the request!

Cats like to protect their territory, even if they don't openly admit it. You like it too. And you can show your claws when someone violates whats yours. Jiyan is your territory. So you need to make your presence known. But in a more elegant way than dogs.

Therefore, when someone looks at your Jiyan for too long-. .. When someone invades his personal space during your temporary absence-.... When someone sends something suggestive in his direction-.... You proceed to attack.

You stand behind his back. Draw him to yourself by squeezing his hips. So that not even millimetres separate you. You gently snuggle your head into his neck. Like a cat cuddling up to its owner. Insert your index fingers into loops of his trousers and use your thumbs to slowly make circles on your boyfriend's waist. As your tail flicks dangerously in air, you send everyone around a murderous stare. Without saying anything.

Jiyan can never understand why, in the middle of conversation, rest company out of nowhere freeze. Why they suddenly stand terrified and why words get caught in their throats.

When someone wants to play with cat, cat ignores them. But when someone stops paying attention, cat starts to get upset. You behave in the same way. You often seem cold, uncaring, uninterested. Especially when you talk to strangers. You don't bother to interact with others, preferring to be alone. Others are bored, annoying. Things that excite them are just silly for you. And their approach to life seems very naive for you.

But Jiyan? He's like your own Jue. As soon as he starts speaking, little flames light up in your eyes and your heart rate speeds up with excitement.

You can listen to him over and over again. And you constantly want to spend time with him.

But-

You prefer for him to make an effort. It greatly tickles your ego.

That's why you play unapproachable at first. You want him to slowly and carefully come closer to you. To start with compliments. It has to take a while. You're not so easy. You won't date just anyone.

And Jiyan got used to it. He is also patient. Sometimes he still just naively thinks that maybe you want some space, that he shouldn't force himself at you. He is mistaken.

That's why when he leaves, you get upset. You frown your eyebrows and almost puff out your cheeks. Stupid human.

You have to make sacrifices in these situations. For your both sake.

You rise and stand in his way. Bend your head down to his level. Present top of your hair and wait for him to pet you.

In such situations, Jiyan laughs softly under his breath and immediately gives in, smiling from ear to ear.

Cats love to be pampered. So do you.

Every afternoon you look forward to a perfect dinner, prepared by your boyfriend. Fresh, golden fried fish. And also when you sometimes have a little more free time, and Jiyan is unusually not in a rush to get to work, you look forward to being fed. On one hand, you don't like when your boyfriend's food gets cold but on other, you feel then like a master. That's why you happily wriggle in your chair. Looking out for next piece of fish impaled on a fork, that rises into an air and flies towards you. (fully cleaned of bones, of course)

In these moments, Jiyan just leans on his free hand and looks smitten at your overjoyed face. Proud that his food tastes good for you and that you are eating well.

Same goes with stroking and petting. Sometimes when you see him sitting on a sofa you can't help yourself. You throw yourself flat on a seat next to him. With your feet on armrest, you carelessly lay your head on his lap. You squirm around trying to get his attention. If loud impact doesn't startle him enough.

Smitten Jiyan takes opportunity to carefully place his hands on you. He doesn't want to frighten you. He starts slowly. First with strands of hair that he tangles on his fingers. Then he moves on to his favourite features. Your big, black, fluffy ears. His hands, well-kept despite battles, are soothing to you. He gently strokes fur, doesn't miss any spot, kneads your ears thoroughly, testing their flexibility. You feel how his fingers slide from tips to the very middle, tickling you pleasantly. You close your eyes, involuntarily begin to purr in satisfaction and drift off into dreamland with a prideful smile. Where you dream of even more pampering. Of a cat kingdom.

Cats walk on their own paths. Occasionally you also disappear. And at that time, Jiyan gets pretty worried. Especially when you don't give any sign of life.

Sometimes you need to spend some time alone, sometimes you have things to do. You don't like unnecessary questions and often forget to tell Jiyan about your plans. You just open door and leave. Not looking back.

Jiyan comes home to an empty house or wakes up in the middle of night in an abandoned bed. Hours pass and he only becomes more worried and impatient.

He can't sleep. He leaves the lights on, paces around apartment and looks for you through the window.

He is cold despite wearing a bathrobe. Emotions gets better of him. He rubs his crossed arms urgently and struggles with his thoughts. What could have happened? Where are you? Are you alright? Did someone hurt you? Were you lying in some dark alley right now? Lonely, hurt, with no hope for any help?

When you return, Jiyan has almost tears in his eyes. He loses his cool. Forgets all rules. Just throws himself into your arms.

At first you're surprised. Then you feel a little ashamed of yourself. You apologize to him, even though you don't normally do that. You smoothly slide one arm under his knees, leave the other on his back and lift him up, leading to the bedroom.

Saying about “scaredy-cat” is definitely based on facts. You're not afraid of giants, hordes of echos or fractsidus trying to kidnap you. But there are moments when your nature takes hold of you. When something just takes you by surprise. It's not your fault that you aren't prepared for everything...

That suddenly, while walking down the street with Jiyan beside you, you hear a loud bang and jump high into air.

That hair on your body stand up. That you cling tightly to your boyfriend's arm. That you almost dig your claws into him out of stress.

Your lips part slightly. You start to hiss. Look around and search for a threat.

Because of your reaction, Jiyan also becomes slightly startled. He looks at you with surprise and indulgence at the same time. He laughs gently and with his free hand grabs your ears that clapped down in a worry. Jiyan strokes you soothingly and whispers comforting words.

Man feels how your tail first waves briskly from side to side and later wraps around his waist, pulling him even closer.

It's the same when you watch horror movies. Scenes with blood gushing everywhere, an axe cutting through flesh or skin being torn from muscles don't really impress you. But jump scares? Who on earth came up with those? Your heart races. Almost jumps out of your chest. You jump up, snuggle up to Jiyan and curse at the screenwriter with a frown.

Jiyan is always amazed by your variable reactions. Although they don't make sense to him, he enjoys them very much. He is proud that at least in such situations he can act as your support and shield. Because normally, you make it your mission to protect him from danger.

[alwayscorvus]

Hope you get better from your illness 🍲 Some soup for your troubles!

Aww so cute, def imma get better after that, thank uuu🌷

[alwayscorvus]

Hey٫i send in something related to readerstuff. Its just a bunch of pics that remind me of the scenarios. I just wanna know if you got it?

Yesss, love them, but I wanted to maybe add a little something in exchange? As long as I get any ideas. It's just that I'm ill right now... so for now I have no strength for anything new, maybe only for finishing some translations and im not sure about it either

Stilllll have a great day for now!

[alwayscorvus]

Hey! I saw the reader and s/o Scenarios abt the readers having a typical guys hangout and when i read the highschool/University part. I can't help but think of an Modern au abt that. (Also this is inspired by korean and Japanese schools٫ mostly japan since I now more abt that)

Like the s/o could be part of a famous٫ predgious academy thats just a private school known for it's Extracurricular activities٫ high standards٫ etc. Basically the academy is the best in all of the country/where ever it takes place in.

Meanwhile the readers are just a part of a regular high school living out their lives and somehow making their lives more insteresting by pulling shenanigans similar to the events of Phineas and Ferb at their school at basically radiates background character energy.

Now imagine the S/o's overhearing some thing from other students from their own academy about all the shenanigans that happens over there caused by certain students.

Than when its time for a school festival season٫ Some of the readers on the other side of the school (or academy if they visit for the school festival) decided it would be a good idea to use the platform hand truck to race each other and ended up going a little too fast and somehow manage to get to the other side of the school and crash in front of the s/o. Reader took one good look at their s/o and went٫ "Do you believe in love at first sight or should I just fall right past again?"

Meanwhile٫ the other readers are like: "Dude٫ seriously? That's such a stupid pick up line. Anyways let's head to the nurse"

The readers ended up getting scolded but in the end by their homeroom teacher but at least one of them has gotten their S/O's number (if they aren't dating at that point)

(Bonus٫ Yuanwu and his reader are married and teach at their respective schools and gossip talk abt the students. Reader keeps venting his his husband about how he's more of a babysitter and a teacher to his students while Yuanwu just pats his back)

Bruh, it's so perfect that I don't even know what to say about this scene. But let me try to add something more

Idea with homeroom teacher is great and very sweet. But I forgot about that part of your message when I started writing... cough so let's just change that element slightly to something more cliché. And this way Yuanwu will get a role of homeroom teacher instead. At least for the purposes of this version

I imagine Yuanwu Reader as some kind of school nurse, whom other readers go to purely out of coincidence at first. Like due to numerous injuries. Unexpected accidents during their shenanigans or some injuries on sports field. And later they start doing it on purpose, just to skip classes

And readers are like a pain in the ass for Yuanwu Reader, whom he can't get rid of. Also, they believe that they are Yuanwu Reader's lifesavers in terms of his loneliness. In late evenings after class, they often drag him to a roadside shop near their high school and eat ramen/milk buns/onigiri together. It always ends up with Yuanwu Reader paying for everything. Because he is the oldest, and readers are like adopted children or younger brothers in his eyes

Oh! And if readers win a match or some tournament, he always promises to take them for barbecue. Or rather readers force him to do so… They ask about their reward, hint that they want to eat (as always), and when Yuanwu Reader brushes them off, they whine and say, “Sensei, you can't be like this”. In the end, Yuanwu Reader always just gives in and always regrets it

After a defeat, he also buys them food to cheer them up... But at that time, Yuanwu Reader comes with bags of takeout food to the gym, where lights are barely on and where readers are dying, stretched out on a floor and benches

Or onto a green fields in front of high school, under a deep blue sky covered with stars. (Maybe one of readers is foolishly looking for a shooting star? And finally, when he succeeds, he quickly rolls out of his strange position, kneels down, and repeats his wish vigorously? So that they will never fail again)

Wherever they are, Yuanwu Reader just tries to cheer them up. Even though he's not the best at it. His second half - Yuanwu - is much better at it. While Reader is the strict one, because how else can anyone keep readers under control?

And when readers accidentally find out that Yuanwu Reader has someone? And even better, not just a boyfriend, but already a husband?! They'll spit ramen and stare at him in disbelief with eyes wide-open. (They're too stupid to notice the ring/they think it's just a piece of jewelry. Or or! This Reader wears it on his neck as a necklace so that it doesn't get in the way of his work/get damaged) From that moment on, they find more and more excuses to come to nurse's office just to get relationship advice

And after meeting their s/o from better school? Oh dear. Then they'll make a grand entrance and present their situation as a matter of life and death, grabbing their hearts and screaming at the top of their lungs

Yuanwu tries to explain to them on many occasions that this place is not for hanging out, only for treatment, but readers don't get it. When something is extremely important to them and office is occupied they can even quickly shove a prescription into stranger's hands, push him out to the hallway and slam the door shut. Moving straight to the point

+ Yuanwu Reader often has to vouch for readers and promise to make sure that they will behave well when they are late, get into fights at school, or get bad grades. He grabs them by collar and drags them into his office with an angry look on his face

+ Before readers meet their s/o from better schools and start taking tutoring from them, it's the Yuanwu Reader that helps them with their studies. With mixed results... He doesn't have such convincing arguments as s/o... And “smartest” readers have no patience to teach their friends

On the other hand... Yuanwu, as you mentioned, is a teacher. And this kind of that all students love. Everyone eagerly attends his classes, aren't afraid to ask questions regarding lessons, and even seek for advice (not necessarily related to school). But Yuanwu always pays the most attention to readers' s/o. Because he is their homeroom teacher

(+ I agree with those “venting” scenes. Like, Yuanwu definitely got the better and easier half of the kids)

Finally, the day comes when one of s/o is not himself. He lies on a desk with his head resting on his crossed arms and looks out the window with sorrowness. Maybe Rover? Because he seems to be the most “gullible” + with gentle heart type. And he probably has the biggest chances get carried away by his feelings. (Ofc not in the same way as Aalto. I don't mean in confidence and with carelessness. Not “jump first and think later”. Just simply allow your heart to act)

Yuanwu immediately notices that something is wrong and stays with him after class to ask what's going on. A heartbroken Rover says he doesn't know what to do. “Because there's this boy… From another school… Except that he's probably not the best to hang out with", but at the same time, "Rover can't stop thinking about him…" Especially when this reader comes up with all sorts of stupid ways to hit on him. Silly text messages, unexpected meetings in front of Rover's high school, notes left secretly on his locker (readers def didn't sneak into a high school before classes and def weren't almost caught because two of them couldn't stop laughing) or flowers stolen from a nearby hedge and given as gifts. Just one at a time, so that reader could put a single small flower behind their s/o's ear every time they met. And Rover is embarrassed to talk about it with his friends because he's worried about how they'll react

And Yuanwu, of course, gives advice. Ultimately, he is somewhat of a parent of this relationship

It could be cute and a little funny when Yuanwu tells his husband about whole situation over dinner. And after exchanging observations, they realize that they are talking about the same people, just from different perspectives. And for example, Yuanwu Reader introduces readers' plan ahead of time, and then Yuanwu pretends to be surprised when his students tell him what happened

I think that some s/o will be a little disgusted when they suddenly find out that Yuanwu's husband is "this guy that takes care of readers". That means, not disgusted with him as a person, but with the very idea of their familiarity. After all, how you can sink to such depths where you hang out with readers (as if they didn't start dating readers after a few months)? But when they see him in person and get to know his personality, they will immediately regain respect for their teacher

And as for that phone number that one of readers got on their first meeting... maybe he can't help himself and texts right away on way back? Or maybe he does it with excitement at night, when he's safe and none of other readers can catch him in the act?

And his s/o may be eagerly awaiting a message and constantly glancing at phone, but then later be unsure if he should reply?

And what if another reader manages to get a number? Only this time, s/o will agree just so that reader will leave them alone... And while at first, reader is full of confidence thanks to adrenaline rush, later he can't muster the courage to actually text. And other readers have to convince him. Till finally, after about a week, he presses that magic “send” button. By that time, his s/o has managed to forget about whole situation and has no idea who this unknown number is. Maybe this s/o is Mortefi? Because normally he's so absorbed in world of science

And btw, the best pick-up line I've heard in a while hahah

I wasn't imagining that someone almost writes a fanfic “for me to read” on my profile. But I'm so glad because it's great to see. Love this and thank you, have a beautiful day

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Quick question٫ do you read manhwas?

Short question but long answer as always from me hah sorry

Oh yeah i do ^^ I mean.... I used to read more when I was younger, now only when I have a "phase". Phase happens once every few months, but when it does I hardly tear myself away from reading for few days. I just read random stuff, and if something is in the process of being published, I usually read it up to a certain point and then I don't go back because I forget about it hah So if you want to ask about something specific I might not know it. But if you feel like requesting something, I can try to read a bit. Probably I won't fully portray personality of this character, but it's never bad to try. You can guide me on which character traits you are after

And if it was simple curiosity then yesss I like them a lot. They've been around in my life much longer than games like genshin and etc Maybe mangas a little more than manhwas and manhuas because I have some more sentiment to them but still

Overall a lot of things with Asian related culture. Some entertaining TV shows, music, series, films, anime, food (although about the last one I have zero knowledge, it's just tasty)

My favourite actor Ma Dong-seok was also born in this region. So yes, it's definitely my vibe ^^

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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

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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!