#Familiar: Corvus.

[godhymns]

Tag Drop PT. 3

[stuck-in-jelly]

04x09 / 06x02

Rouges being soft for their not boyfriends and hugging them back

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Magpie by IrenHorrors

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[nevesmose]

✨️LOYALIST PRIMARCHS x SCOTTISHPEOPLETWITTER✨️

Traitors + Bonus

[mosscrab]

if corvus made it through the game him fighting gabriel would be hilarious bc he canonically has very little exposure to christianity and actually becomes a god himself at a point in the timeline

[sorinethemastermind]

Aftermath

In which Corvus searches for Soren in the aftermath of Katolis' destruction.

 They had fled to the forest while the fire consumed their homes, hoping that the trees would shelter them from the gaze of the rampaging dragon up above. The woods had obliged, but they did not feel welcoming as they usually did. Even now, nearly a day after the attack, the wildlife had not returned and the trees were eerily silent. Smoke hung heavy in the air.

 King Ezran had insisted that they ride directly back, and so they had; riding hard through the day and into the night. Now, as dawn’s light began to peek through the leaves above, Corvus took in what remained of the people of Katolis. Battered and bruised at best, and at worst… Corvus didn’t want to think about that. Especially when he had yet to find him.

 He knew Soren. Knew that his fellow Crownguard would have pushed someone out of the way of an oncoming blast without a second thought. Some might call it bravery, and it was, but Corvus knew that it was also something else. And that was what made him worried. 

 He hadn’t wanted to leave the king’s side, not when the castle still smoldered on the hill above them and the dragon could be anywhere. But Ezran had insisted that he go and help where he could; had said that he and Opeli would be fine on their own, if only for a little while. And then the pair of them had disappeared further into the camp to offer what aid they could to those who needed it most. By the way the king looked at him before he left, Corvus thought that perhaps he knew.

 And so Corvus had gone first to the hastily erected tent that was now serving as a hospital. It had been filled to capacity; understaffed and in need of assistance. He had offered help where he could; changing a bandage here, fetching something there. All the while keeping his eyes open for Soren, who had undoubtedly thrown himself directly into the line of fire. But despite the many guards filling the tent, their armor dented and smeared with blood and soot, Soren was not among them.

 Everyone seemed to have seen him, but no one knew where he was. One guard said that he had been on the wall when the dragon attacked. Another said he had been in the courtyard, helping a trapped civilian. One even said they’d seen him enveloped by dragon fire.

 Corvus pushed through the thought and the flaps of the tent and out into the steadily growing light. The man had probably been mistaken. Or, perhaps, if he wasn’t…

 Corvus didn’t have the heart to check the mortuary, yet.

 He wouldn’t be in the hospital, Corvus rationalized. He would be out on patrol, busying himself with one task or another. Helping where he could, as he himself was supposed to be doing. But Corvus couldn’t focus on anything so long as he didn’t know where he was. Everytime the flaps of the tent had opened to admit someone in need of assistance he had forgotten what he was doing to look up, holding onto the hope that it would be Soren coming in from the encampment, battered but still smiling.

 He walked through the forest, scanning every gathering of survivors for the familiar slope of Soren’s shoulders and the stoic smile he knew he’d be wearing. But, though he did manage to spot a few fellow Crownguards, his friend wasn’t among them. 

 Corvus’s feet carried him to the edge of the wood, where it led up to the castle, smoke still rising from it’s demolished parapets. Some of the rubble had fallen down the side and littered the forest floor. His breath caught in his throat as he knelt down to pick up a small chunk of masonry. The castle may not have always been his home, but it had been becoming one. 

 “Corvus?”

 The voice was weary and raw, but Corvus would have known it anywhere. He spun to the side, staring up the path that led to the remains of Katolis. There was blood in Soren’s hair and drying onto his face armor, and he was smeared with soot and dirt. But it was him. 

 He gave Corvus a weak smile. “I thought you were supposed to be eating cake and dancing or something.”

 Corvus ignored him, crossing the distance between them in a few steps and throwing his arms around his friend. Soren stumbled back a step, arms going out in surprise for a moment before they closed around him in return. 

 “I’m glad you’re here.” he mumbled into Corvus’ shoulder. 

 “Me too.”

 Soren’s grip tightened around him and Corvus heard his breath hitch. Pulling back, he looked up at his friend. 

 “You’re hurt.” Corvus’ gaze drifted up to Soren’s hairline, where fresh blood continued to ooze from a gash on his forehead.

 “It’s just a scratch. I’ve had worse.”

 “You’re going to get an infection.”

 “I’m fine.” Soren assured him.

 “I’m going to get something. Stay here.” Corvus turned to go, but Soren’s hand caught his wrist before he had taken more than a few steps.

 “Don’t go.”

 Corvus paused, turned back. The smile flickered back onto Soren’s face as he looked.

 “I, uh. They need the supplies more.” 

 Corvus hesitated.

 “Please.” Soren said.

 He stayed. 

 They sat on one of the larger pieces of rubble that had reached the forest floor, leaning against each other for support. Corvus could feel Soren’s hair tickling his cheek. He reached up to brush it back behind the other man’s ear and his fingers came away sticky and tinged with red.

 “Soren.” he said, looking down at his hands with concern, then back to his friend. “Please let me look at that.”

 “We don’t have many supplies.” He replied. “The others need it more.”

 Corvus knew this wasn’t a fight he’d win. He sighed. “Then we’ll make supplies.”

 Before Soren could argue he stood, turning to face him again, and tilted his friend’s head up so he could see the wound more clearly. Soren stared up at him, their eyes locking. But Corvus wouldn’t be distracted. Tilting the other man’s head to the side, he inspected the gash more closely. 

 It wasn’t especially deep, thankfully. But there were bits of debris in it that were stopping it from healing properly. 

 “Hold still.” Corvus instructed, taking off his scarf and wrapping one end around his hand. “This is going to sting a little bit.”

 “I can handle- Ow.” Soren hissed. 

 “I told you.” Corvus did his best to be gentle; carefully using the fabric to dab at the wound until it seemed mostly cleaned. “There. Better?”

 “I mean, you just spent a while poking it, so not really.”

 Corvus shook his head. “You’ll thank me later.”

 Taking the clean part of the scarf, he wrapped it around Soren’s head a few times before tying it into a knot at the back. “There. Now you have a bandage.”

 “I think you mean a bandana.”

 “No. I mean a bandage.” Corvus fussed with the scarf again, worried it would come loose. “Just don’t play with it, okay? It might come undone and then-”

 Soren reached up and placed his hand over Corvus’, holding it to the side of his head. “Okay.”

 Corvus looked down at his friend of two years. It was hard to reconcile the man before him with the same one who had hit him with a rock, tied him up, and called him a traitor. He had come so far. Corvus wanted to tell him how proud he was but couldn’t find the words.

 “Okay.” he replied, waiting for Soren to drop his hand. But he didn’t.

 “Okay.” he repeated instead, standing up, hand still clasped over Corvus’. They were eye to eye now, faces just inches apart. Corvus leaned in, and he kissed him. 

 It was stupid, really. A really stupid thing to do. Stupider than any nickname Soren had tried to give him over the years. In his surprise, Soren had dropped his hand, and Corvus tried to take it back, beginning to step away. 

 “I’m sorry.” he began, feeling clumsier than he ever had. He backed away, nearly tripping over a chunk of masonry.  “I didn’t mean to-”

 Soren stepped forward, hands clasping around his waist, and pulled him close again. “Well, I do.” he said, and he kissed him again. For real, this time, hands tightening across his back as he held him.

 After a long moment they broke apart, and Corvus looked at his friend. No, more than his friend. Soren’s eyes seemed to sparkle and he smiled. A real one, this time.

 “Hey, that’s not part of your Crownguard duties.”

 They jumped away from each other, both of them nearly falling backwards over the chunks of debris that still littered the floor. Ezran stood a few steps away, one eyebrow raised playfully in their direction.

 “Oh, yeah. So, uh… This... this is a thing now.” Soren gestured between the pair of them, then paused, looking at Corvus. When he didn’t disagree, Soren nodded. “Yeah, this is a thing now.”

[adashulaz]

A little something I wrote because I want and need Season 7 rn

Sorens ok, why wouldn't he be? He'll be there when we get there and he'll have a smile on his face to hide his own nervousness.

The thought kept repeating in his mind, it was the only thing keeping him sane as he sat upon his horse. His hands gripping the reins tightly as he rode alongside King Ezran. “The letter said they'll be in the woods as a way to stay out of sight. They're close to the town though so it'll be easy to find them.” Grens voice broke the silence between everyone as he interpreted Amaya.

“How many were injured?” Ezrans voice was shaking slightly, like he still couldn't believe Katolis was attacked. “They didn't give a specific number, only saying that several people were injured due to either being trapped by debris or getting too close to the flames.” Grens voice was steady, steady like Amayas signing.

“How many were lost?” Silence followed the words. The only noise came from the steady sounds of hooves hitting the ground harshly as the animals ran towards Katolis. Amaya only looked forwards, unable to look at Ezran. He knew why, Katolis was attacked by a dragon. The amount of survivors would be small, especially of those who were within castle walls.

Soren was within the castle walls.

The thought made his stomach churn. His chest felt tight and his mind felt like it was mush.

I beg of you, let Soren be one of the few survivors from within the walls. I don't care if it's selfish, just let him be alive.

“Around a hundred, all of them were from within the castle walls and mostly from the first wave of flames.” He saw as Ezran only stared at the back of his horse's head. He only looked ahead of him, they've been riding for two days with very little and short breaks. “I'm sure Callum and Rayla are already there or almost there. They'll be able to offer assistance until we get there.” He hoped the words were able to comfort the young king.

It was all he had to offer as he couldn't even comfort his own heart.

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After two more days of riding, they finally made it to Katolis. They slowed their pace as they made their way to the woods. He could feel as his heart beat increased as they got closer to the campsite. The sounds of people moving around and doing different tasks were loud in his ears. They paused a little bit away from the entrance of the camp.

He only looked around from his horse, his eyes moving from person to person as he searched for his person. He only held back a frown when he couldn't find the one he was looking for. He only got off his horse when the others did as well. “Ezran!” The familiar voice of Rayla caught his attention. She would know where his person is.

Ezran only rushed to her once he spotted her. He only watched as the two hugged, Rayla seemed relieved that Ezran was ok and Ezran seemed relaxed in her hold. It made him smile a bit. “I'm so glad you're ok, we saw what happened when we went to Lujannes.” Raylas voice was full of emotion. It was the most emotion he's ever heard come from the girl. It made him worried, did something happen to her and Callum besides this?

He only looked around once again, his eyes scanning the area for his person once again. He could see Callum rushing over to Ezran and Rayla before joining their hug. It didn't take Amaya to join them, he could see as Amaya briefly lifted the three from the ground. He only looked at the group. From the corner of his eye, he could see some of the medics that came with them were heading towards the camp.

He only scanned the area once more. His eyes landed on a familiar head of blonde hair. He only walked towards the person, his footsteps quick. “Soren.” At the sound of his name, Soren turned to look at him. He only paused as he stared at Soren. “Corvus.” Sorens voice was quiet, the quietest he's ever heard it be.

Sorens body looked burned, trails of lava leaving grooves in his skin as it traveled all over his body. More importantly, Soren looked scared. Scared of what though? Was he scared of how people would react to him now? Whatever the reason, he didn't care. Underneath whatever happened to Soren, it didn't matter anymore, it was still Soren. It was still his Soren.

He only rushed towards Soren. He brought a hand to the back of Sorens head as he wrapped an arm around Sorens torso. “You're ok, I'm so glad you're ok.” His voice was soft, he turned his head a bit so his lips were pressed against the side of Sorens head a bit. Soren only wrapped his arms around him. His hands held onto his shoulders loosely as his face pressed into his scarf. “I'm sorry.” Sorens voice was quiet, slightly muffled by his scarf.

“Don't apologize, none of this was your fault.” He held Soren tightly, Sorens skin felt like it was on fire. It burned his hand from where it rested but he didn't care. Soren only held onto him a bit tighter. He only held Soren tighter as well. Soren only buried his face into his scarf. “It's not your fault, you did what you could.” Soren only nodded into his scarf.

His hand felt like it was on fire from where it rested on Soren. However, it didn't matter to him. Why would it? Because by the gods, it would burn so much more if he wasn't holding Soren.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The thirst to subjugate (Part 3)

Summary: In the midst of the battle, the Alpha Legion finally takes you for themselves and subjugates yo u whole.

Corvus Corax/fem!Reader, Alpharius and Omegon/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, drugs, manipulation, dubcon

Word count: 2204

Song: Hatari, CYBER - Hlauptu

@kit-williams, @moodymisty, okay in the last days everyone remembered about Alpha Legion so... I hope we will talk about them more

Corvus was so afraid of losing you. Lose sight. He kept you in the shadows, hidden from prying eyes. But at the same time, closer to yourself. And this was quite dangerous with Horus' betrayal. Escessaily because Corax was supposed to come to Isstvan V to punish the primarch.

“I never loved him. Ever since the day he put my Legion in danger. He didn’t have the charisma to deceive me.” - the man gently puts his head on yours and kisses your hair. - “We are the majority. Soon my brothers will pay for their betrayal.”

He told you about this with dark fury and a touch of melancholy. His massive body lay on your bed, his arm wrapped around your waist like a wing. You involuntarily pressed yourself against him, grabbing his clothes. Afraid that he will leave. That he will leave you.

And instead of the primarch whom you loved, to whom you opened your heart... he will be replaced again by that same monster. Which will devour your flesh, break your bones and consume your soul. Touch, comfort and breathe into your ear, breathe, breathe.

“The Alpha Legion will be with us.” - the man almost whispers and you hide under his armpit. You still remember the primarchs of the primarch because of whose attention you ended up here. In a cage. - “Don't worry, you're safe here. They won't find you."

"Found."

Human. Man. In this room. Not Corvus. Someone else. How many years has the Primarch of the Raven Guard kept you captive with him? Probably for a very long time because your reaction to a stranger was, to put it mildly, inadequate.

You are sitting in bed, covered with a blanket from head to toe. It's like you're in a cocoon or like a child hiding from a monster. You can’t squeeze out a sound, opening your mouth like a fish. Did you want to call Corvus to save you? Or did you want to ask Alpharius to take you?

You don't see his face. He's wearing a helmet. But it's him. The man takes a step towards you, encouraging you to press deeper into the blanket. You whine, hiccup, choking on tears. You will be offended. They will take it, tear it to pieces and make it their own. So it was with Corvus, so it will be with the primarch of the Alpha Legion.

“Ooh, little one, aren’t you glad to see me?” - the man mockingly strokes your back. - “It seems our brother doesn’t know how to treat nice ladies at all. It’s fine, we’ll be gentle with you~”

You only squeeze harder when they lift you up. "We". Surely. You're not crazy, it didn't seem like it to you. There were two of them. You told Corvus about this, you warned him. But those who sit in the shadows cannot know all the secrets. He cannot fully see and realize what is difficult to understand, but what is in sight. But you can.

And you pay for it.

***

Hydra is different. You don't like it here. Everything unfamiliar and frightening, other people, other Space Marines. Crowds, crowds of people scurried around while you were carried along the board. Noisy. Too loud. You're already unaccustomed to this. Previously favorite sounds now are disgusting. And light. There is too much light here. It's almost blinding.

You wanted everyone to shut up, so that it would become a little darker. Nest. You wanted to return home, where everything is familiar. Where you will be safe in the arms of the monster. But that's why. That's why you didn't want to come back.

The primarch clearly noticed your condition. Therefore, before leaving you in your new chambers, he made sure that you would not hear any extraneous sounds. And there will be less light in the room so that you don’t squint in pain. The gesture was... nice. You were not forced to live in a new way, you were not thrown into a new place without preparing you. And he made sure that you were comfortable.

Corvus wanted to be so caring. But he didn't succeed.

You were treated like a savage. The food was brought out carefully. They were given a change of clothes and washing supplies. The serfs were clearly ordered to establish contact with you. Talk to you, touch you. So that you remember what it's like. To be a human among people. Have you really gone wild?

And you studied. Communicate again, touch again. But in small doses. You still didn't trust. You were in danger. This is not your home, your primarch is not around. And you feel this most acutely when two men came into your room one day. With the faces of primarch. Absolutely identical in everything. Facial features, facial expressions, gestures, height. Even the voice.

“Are you feeling better now little one? We were so worried.” “But you look more like the prior you we once saw. It’s already better.”

You back away from the clones, hiding in the far corner of the room. The darkest one you can hide in. You can dissolve. Almost like Corvus. Just let them leave you alone. Let them not mock. The “twins” sensed your fear and smiled. Eerily identical.

"Who is who?"

"What?" - You look from one to the other in confusion.

“The first time you met Alpharius. Then we didn’t pay attention to you.” - the one on the left spoke first, until the man on the right continued after him. - “For the second time you saw Omegon. Have you noticed that we are different? So tell us again~”

"Who is who?" - the men again ask the question in unison, flashing their white teeth. Taunting. Mocking. And at the same time, encouraging and inviting to play their perverted game. - “Who is Alpharius? Who is Omegon?

Your legs begin to shake and you sob quietly. You look at the faces, at the movements, at the identical, but so different natures. Short sighs turn into weeps, and then into sobs. Let them stop making fun of you. You don't see them. You can not see.

Hysteria takes over you and you start hitting yourself on the head. Feeling the gaze of the “twins” and something else on you. You scream at the top of your lungs, it seems like a little longer and you will never be able to speak.

"NOBODY! NOBODY!" - Tears and snot are flowing down your face, and in your attempts to wipe them away, you only smear them more. - “Alpharius is not here. There is no O-omegon. You are not them, I don't know you. No one, no one, no-.”

“She's amazing,” a deep voice echoes in your brain, keeping you rooted to the ground. What?

“She doesn’t even realize how much.” - you can imagine how the man’s lips break into a smile from what he sees.

You forget how to breathe. The uncontrollable hysteria suddenly stops, and the heart beats like a rabbit. You look in horror at the “primarchs” in front of you. They smile silently, looking somewhere behind you. To where the voices came from.

You didn’t have a single chance to do something, to somehow resist. One arm grabbed you from the back, pressing you to your broad chest. You didn’t even have time to breathe when you felt a sharp pain in the form of a needle in your neck. And a sweet bliss passes through the body.

The mouth fills with saliva, and either heat or sweet bliss passes through the body. Eyes were clouded with fog and tears. And you begin to feel even more strongly someone else’s hand squeezing your right breast like a toy. And you see a figure approaching you, a little larger than its copy. Alpharius smiles as if everything is fine and flicks you on the nose.

“Don't cry, honey. But this is necessary for you to enjoy it too.”

“But it won’t hurt you” - Omegon inhales the smell of your hair, pressing your supple body harder. - “And we want to be very, very gentle for our first time with you~”

You really wanted to be in the saving darkness. In a place where you can hide. But strangely enough this did not happen. You were in a fog, in a semi-conscious state. But at the same time clearly saw how they began to take off your clothes. They made you watch.

You won't even be given a chance to turn away.

***

It was unbearably hot. You felt disgusting and at the same time so good. For some time now, sweat has been dripping down your flesh. Your body was soft, terribly pliable and sickeningly sticky. Just like your brain turned to jelly after drugs.

There was no resistance despite all your desire, buried somewhere in the depths of your consciousness. The only thing you wanted was to survive. Because the primarch still couldn’t leave your cunt alone. Fingers slowly widened the entrance while the tongue licked and sucked the tender skin.

Maybe in the back of your mind you were screaming in horror and disgust. But you couldn't resist. And besides... it was amazing. Your thighs rest loosely on the man’s shoulders, sometimes squeezing around his head when he touches particularly tender spots. His light chuckles echo in your head.

As well as the cooing of his half-soul brother, nestled on the bed with you. The man caressed your hands, gently supporting you while you moaned loudly. Everything was blurry and yet you clearly saw his mischievous smile and growing arousal.

“Do you like it, honey?” - the voice from above bursts into laughter when it hears your uncontrollable, hypergasmic moan in response. - “I see you do. Do you see how caring and gentle we are?”

“We not only take, but also give~” - the voice from below sounds seductively promising until he begins to forcefully attack your sex. Something in you is shifting.

You scream as if you are being cut, fidgeting on the bed. Your strength returns a little and you scratch the primarch sitting above you. He giggles at the sight. How parents are touched by their children, and how they are cherished their pets.

Your legs fall onto the bed and you hear, feel how he adjusts. Adjusts near your hips. No, no. They brought you to the peak so much, but it’s still not enough for them. A little more and the unwanted pleasure will turn into pain.

“D-don’t”

“Little one, this is why we prepared you. Dealing with two primarchs is not an easy task.” - man's hands stroke your sides, squeeze your lower abdomen, enjoy the soft and pliable flesh. - “This will be even better, then you yourself will ask us about it.”

“Be a good girl and take us in.” - someone else's hands grab your breasts from above. You feel something sticky and musky running across your face, leaving marks on your forehead, nose and lips. - “You liked it, didn’t you?” No effort is needed, just relax, we will do everything ourselves.”

“But I’m tired, Alpharius,” you whine from powerlessness. The primarchs stopped abruptly and you froze along with them, but this time from fear. The men looked at you, surprised, you knew they were surprised.

And with desire which they began to splash out with renewed vigor, touching and biting every part of the body. Taking turns contorting themselves in awkward positions to kiss you on the lips with their tongue. Subjugating.

Oh, they weren't going to wait forever. They had enough courage and confidence to take you and not break you. And despite their secrets... they weren't going to hide this desire.

“Even in this state, you can see~” - Alpharius strokes your head, carefully wiping away your tears. - “I wonder what needs to be done to confuse you.”

“One day we will find out,” Omegon abruptly invades you and you groan from his cock. Your walls tighten and you hear the primarch himself let out a moan of satisfaction. Before you even had time to think, your mouth was immediately unceremoniously invaded. You are choking on saliva and a foreign object inside. - “Come on, honey, let it go. We see that you want this.”

Let it go.

Relax.

Submit.

The words flowed at you in a flood, echoing in your head. The sounds of flesh on flesh and moans filled the chambers. It seems at some point you finally opened up. It wasn't the substance coursing through your veins that made your body relax. But at your will. And it was wonderful.

How your walls clenched around the invading cock, how your throat managed to swallow more of the other. How someone else's hands and eyes caressed you. And not just the eyes of the primarchs. You knew you were being watched. They were ready to join if ordered. Not hiding in the shadows because they knew what you would see. They wanted it.

So that the secret is cracked open like a nut and its contents are taken out. And your tired consciousness allows them to reshape themselves in a different image. They will cherish you in their perverted understanding, without hiding your true essence. And you were more than happy with that.

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

S7 ep 1 compliant mini fic with established Corvus (Cause Sorens face was bloody in one scene and clean in the next one somehow)

Maybe a bit similar to the one I posted a few days earlier, but who cares.

"Oh, right. Right! Because I'd be dead!"

Corvus could only shake his head at Sorens antics. Not without smiling though. The relief of seing him alive was strong, and gave him enough energy to stay on his feet even after the long day followed by flying for hours.

Though seeing the castle like this really was terrible. They had seen the smoke from far away already, and it wasn't much better up close.

Their capitol. Their castle. The home of Ezran, Callum and Soren. And well, after two years also his home, though this was obviously much worse for his friends who had grown up here. But Ezran was with Callum for the moment, so he could focus on Soren.

"Opeli is on the way to the Banther lodge with most people." Soren said while keeping his arm around Corvus shoulder. "I stayed here with some guards to keep the fires under control and look for uhh... stuff."

"You mean anything salvagable?" He didn't mentioned the ever so slight shaking of Sorens hand on his shoulder. Or the quite trembling of his voice. It would most probably just lead to Soren closing his walls.

"Yeah. Yeah! That. Also Barius and some others are going to the sorrounding towns for supplies and help to set up cam- what are you doing?"

Corvus had put his hand up to Sorens face. Unable to ignore the blood on the blonde mans face and hair any longer. He turned around to properly face his partner, Sorens hand not leaving him but sliding on his other shoulder instead when he moved.

"What happened?", Corvus asked. Lightly tracing his thumb over the streak of blood going through Sorens eyebrow. He didn't flinch so either he had pushed the thought of injuries to the back of his head, wouldn't be the first time, or it wasn't as bad as it looked. Corvus guessed for both, head wounds were nasty bleeders after all but Soren was also extremely stubborn and ignorant about his own wounds at times.

"Oh that?" Soren took his hand of his shoulder to poke his own forehead, with a bit more force than Corvus liked him to do. "Right. A flying stone hit me. Not as in the Stone knowing how to fly. Just a stone from the rubble flying into my face."

Corvus hummed while taking Sorens hand away from his face with his own to stop the poking. He would probably hear the whole story later. After everyone had time to collect themselves a bit.

His free hand started looking through his pockets while not letting go of Sorens in his other hand.

"So how was the wedding? Probably fancier than a burning castle. Though it was a sunfire elf wedding, so maybe they have some traditions about burning stuff?"

"Not exactly.", Corvus answered. You could probably say that Queen Janais relationship to her brother burned to ashes, but that would be a pretty rude oversimplification of the matter. He could also still feel the bruises from when Karims followers captured him during the battle. "The wedding is a... long story."

"Later?", Soren asked.

"Later.", Corvus agreed.

Finally he found the clean handkerchief he usually kept on him. Though honestly surprised it was still there and clean after everything. And finally Soren showed a reaction to his wounds when Corvus reached up to his forehead again.

"Ah." Soren's face flinched. Corvus might have not even noticed if he hadn't spend so much time of the last two years studying the other man. "You don't... have to. It's dried anyway."

For a moment Corvus wanted to ask if he was okay, but... that question seemed senseless in the current situation. But he could see that the adrenaline was starting to leave Sorens body. And there was a look in his eyes that was all to familiar to Corvus.

Right. Lord Viren was in the dungeon while Katolis had burned down. So what happened to him?

"We should still clean it up.", Corvus settled on. He let go of Sorens hand to cup his face instead in both hands, looking into blue eyes.

Sorens skin was warm, which confused Corvus a bit. His partners skin was usually ever so cold, but now warmth was somehow streaming from his body into Corvus hands.

"Your warm.", Corvus stated. "Do you have a fever?"

"Heh, well, most people would probably call this a normal body temperature."

Soren tried to crack a smile, but Corvus just raised an eyebrow.

"It's just from... the fire. Well. Kinda. But it's wearing of already." Soren laid one of his hands over Corvus', as if to prove it, even if his hands were usually even cooler than the rest anyways. "Everybody who was here is running hot right now. But as I said. It's wearing of already. You're gonna have your walking iceblock back soon enough."

There was obviously something Soren was leaving out in his story, but Corvus decided it would be better to talk about this later. As well as the unavoidable topic of wether Viren was dead or alive.

Later, Corvus thought. Later was good.

He ran his right thumb over Sorens eyebrow again, rubbing some dried blood of in the process. Soren responded by lowering his head until their foreheads meat.

"I... I'm...", Soren stuttered.

"It's okay. I've got you."

He could feel Sorens other hand landing on his shoulder and gripping on to him.

"I know."

"But now, really, let's find some water to get all that blood of your face."

"Hm, okay. Yeah. You're probably right."

"It's also in your hair."

"WHAT?" Soren promptly jumped back to check his hair. "Why did not nobody tell me?!"

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love Pride Special 2024

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Pride Special 2024

            “Sneaking out? How disloyal,” teased (Y/N) as they stood waiting for Sebastian.

            “ ‘Sneaking out’ is such a crass term,” said Sebastian, arriving by (Y/N)’s side. “I do hope you know I’m above that.”

            “Of course,” said (Y/N), taking his arm as he offered it. “Simply teasing.”

            “The kitten has claws,” murmured Sebastian, leaning in to kiss (Y/N).

            They kissed him in return. “You know I do. Now, what are we doing out?”

            “The other servants were particularly destructive this evening, and the young master requested a quiet night to himself, in not quite-so-polite terms,” said Sebastian.

            “And you decided that meant date night?” said (Y/N), chuckling.

            “You must seize every opportunity for a good time,” said Sebastian. “And I insist on having a moment to treat my darling as they deserve.” He patted their arm and smirked. “We play the roles of servants, and yet we are so much more. Occasionally, we must indulge.”

            “Indulge?” said (Y/N), smirking. “What do you have in mind, dear?” They trailed their fingers up his arm.

            “Nothing like that,” said Sebastian, chuckling. “Though I’m sure it’ll be later.” He grinned. “For now, I have a…gift for you.”

            “A gift?” (Y/N) raised a brow.

            “A gift,” said Sebastian, refusing to elaborate.

            “I’m intrigued,” said (Y/N). “It better be worth the mystery.”

            “I can assure you, it is,” said Sebastian. “I would only ever treat you to the best.”

            “What an excellent partner you are,” said (Y/N), laughing lightly.

            “One hell of a lover,” said Sebastian with a wink.

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            “Here we are,” said Sebastian, gesturing to the familiar bar.

            “It’s the same place as our Valentine’s Day date,” said (Y/N). Their nose twitched questioningly.

            “Indeed,” said Sebastian. “I recalled that you liked it, so I kept an eye out for another event like that one.”

            “And what is the event tonight?” said (Y/N).

            Sebastian led them in. “It is an event they have deemed ‘Pride.’ ”

            “Like the sin?” said (Y/N).

            “Precisely,” said Sebastian as they entered the hidden bar properly.

            Lively music was playing, and the couples they had seen before—so far from society’s current standards of “normal”—were dancing wildly. Couples were kissing, people were laughing, and the mirth of all these people not accepted by “civil” society grew with every moment.

            “What-What is this event?” asked (Y/N), staring in surprise.

            “It is for people like us,” said Sebastian. “Those who do not fit what society has deemed acceptable in terms of sexuality.” He looked at them and smiled. “Or gender.”

            “And they’re…proud here? They’re happy?” said (Y/N).

            “As proud and happy as you should be to be standing here today,” said Sebastian, kissing their forehead.

            Indeed, (Y/N) was.

            They had been made to play a role in society they hadn’t been pleased with in life. They had been born into it with no choice to express themself in the way they wanted to. But now…Felis the demon stood tall, able to be themself. They could dress masculine one day, feminine another, play every role as they wished. They were free to be proud in their identity.

            “This is…lovely, Corvus,” murmured (Y/N). “Thank you.”

            “Of course,” said Sebastian.

            He was, of course, glad that (Y/N) had died and become a demon. They were a fantastic demon and the love of his eternity. But he also knew they hadn’t gotten the life they deserved. They hadn’t lived as they wanted. So Sebastian gave them a moment to see that there were places to be proud of their identity outside of society’s dictations and rules.

            (Y/N) held his hand tightly and smiled at him. “I love you, Corvus.”

            “I love you, too, Felis,” said Sebastian.

            He leaned in and kissed them, and they kissed him back passionately. When they separated, Sebastian and (Y/N) smiled at one another.

            “Oh, what a beautiful display of passion and ardor!” said a familiar voice.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian’s faces fell into deadpans.

            “Show me such adoration!” said Grell, launching herself at them.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian stepped to the side, and Grell fell to the ground.

            “Sebastian, we can never come back here,” said (Y/N). “They have riffraff.”

            “Apologies,” sighed Sebastian. “What a disappointment.”

            “Hey!” cried Grell, standing up and crossing her arms. “I’m here for this ‘Pride’ Event or whatever, too!”

            “Oh, yes, I forgot that you flirt with everything that moves,” said (Y/N).

            “Only the attractive ones,” said Grell, winking. “Now, I’m not here to fight, just to have a good time.” She twirled around in a red dress. “I’m here to show myself off.”

            “So you’re not going to bother us again?” said Sebastian, raising an eyebrow.

            “Well, I might ask for a dance or two,” joked Grell.

            “Fine,” said (Y/N). They waved a hand. “This is a celebration for all of people like us. Even the crazier ones.”

            “You’re not going to throw me out?” said Grell, brightening.

            “We’re…tolerating her?” said Sebastian dubiously.

            “Just for tonight,” said (Y/N) to both of them. They smiled sharply. “But if she tries anything, I’ll personally handle her.” They crossed their arms. “But she’ll behave, right? We’re a community right now.”

            “R-Right,” said Grell, scared.

            “Well, then, Grell, welcome to the party,” said Sebastian. He crossed his arms and watched Grell happily scamper off to dance.

            “Don’t worry, Sebastian, we’ll have plenty of time to ourselves,” said (Y/N), kissing his cheek. “But Grell is like me. Getting a chance to be herself after living unhappily. Just…give her a moment.”

            Sebastian sighed. “I am indulging you because I love you, I hope you know that.”

            “I know. I’ll make it worth the trouble,” said (Y/N), laughing and kissing his cheek. “Now, come on. Let’s dance.”

            Sebastian let them pull him onto the dance floor. He supposed their pride was worth the trouble. He loved them.

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[candyswirls]

Bat Fledgling: Pt 4 - Attached

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Summary: Corvus and Kiri bond. Two of Corvus’ sons arrive.

This child wants to be loved so badly and he loves his new father so much.

Days passed quickly.

Kiri spoke happily of his mother. Of fits of giggles late in the night. She gave the best hugs and showered him in kisses. Everything was fun. Even with no sun, with his mother, life was bright and amazing.

Rumors spread quickly. The Night Haunter would either massacre or destroy the planet. Kiri’s mother did all she could to get her child to safety. The only option was to hand him over to the Night Lords.

With all the wrath and love of a mother, she made a Night Lord swear to ensure Kiri’s survival.

Corvus learned that Kiri’s mother had been fierce. She was required to be on Nostramo. She had done everything she could for her child to ensure that not only he would thrive but be happy.

The way he talked about his past made it apparent to Corvus that Kiri was unaware and didn’t fully understand all his mother had done for him. From context clues he was certain she had killed several people for her child’s benefit and safety.

She loved Kiri.

Corvus in turn told Kiri of the fond memories he had from the crusade era. Grand battles, beautiful worlds brought to compliance, pleasantries exchanged with his brothers, the nobleness of his legion, and each beloved moment with the master of mankind, his father.

“His very presence and aura brought respect and power,” Corvus told him. “You wanted to follow him and be with him always.”

Kiri had his arms wrapped around his neck as he beamed.

“Just like you, daddy!” He said.

He stroked Kiri’s head. His child had begun calling him that just two days prior. He feared that the Raven Lord would become angry at him for referring to him with such a familiar and informal title. He waited to see if he needed to quickly redact it and apologize.

Corvus just held him as he assured him he needn’t be afraid. After all, they’d arrive back at base and he’d pass him off to his apothecary, Bora. It was for the best.

“Lord Corax!” A voice called.

He saw two of his sons descending towards them with jump packs. Tevro and Abbott.

He waited for them to arrive.

“We knew you survived,” the first sighed.

“I am pleased to see both of you,” Corvus said as they arrived. “Did the ship not leave?”

Tevro answered, “it did but we stayed behind, intending to meet you.”

Kiri’s head popped up from the cloak, “Hi!”

“A child?” The Tevro said surprised.

Abbott greeted him, “Hello there, little one. You’re a pleasant surprise. How did you get down here?”

“The word bearers had me,” Kiri said.

Abbott cocked his head, “you’re not from Deliverance. You have Nostromon eyes.”

Kiri sunk into the cloak, almost ashamed.

“He’ll make a fine Ravenguard,” Corvus said. “He’s your youngest brother.”

Tevro removed his helmet to reveal mutated bones spikes coming out of his face, “I’m Tevro. What’s your name little brother?”

Kiri grinned, “I’m Kiri!”

Tevro smiled, “You aren’t afraid of me or my mutations?”

He shook his head, “No, not unless you’re mad but I’ll try and avoid that and make sure I don’t get you mad.”

Corvus and Tevro exchanged glances.

“I do not take my frustrations out on others,” Tevro assured.

“My lord we need to move,” Abbott spoke. “We have much ground to cover and some of the creatures are restless.”

“Indeed,” Corvus agreed as they set out once more

They passed one of the many wreckages down here.

“What’s that?” Kiri asked.

“A ship that sunk in the warp,” Corvus explained. “Either from the Dark age of technology, the crusade era, the Horus heresy, or one from the last 10,000 years. We scavenge them for supplies. It’s human by it’s make but we’ll avoid it for now. Many warp creatures like to inhabit them.”

“Oh, I don’t like going in those,” Kiri said quietly.

Corvus looked down at him, “You’ve been in one?”

He nodded, “They’re scary..”

Tevro was gentle as he asked, “Why were you in them?”

“I-I’m small enough to fit through vents and cracks to get to hard to reach things,” Kiri explained. “The Word Bearers would have me get stuff… I don’t want to go in there.”

Corvus held Kiri protectively, “You’re not going in any of them at all.”

Kiri hummed as he rested his head on the Raven’s chest.

It was silent as they continued.

“My Lord,” Abbott offered. “You’ve been carrying him all this time. Allow one of us to do so. Give you some reprieve.”

Corvus nodded and was about to hand off Kiri… but found he did not want to. He held Kiri out, just above Abbott’s outstretched arms and couldn’t bring himself to do so. His tendons refused to allow any farther than that.

Abbot reached up to take Kiri.

“My Lord?” He questioned as Corvus wouldn’t release his grip.

Kiri looked up at Corvus.

Tevro asked, “Lord Corax? Are you alright?”

Corvus shook his head and finally relented the child into his son’s embrace.

“Yes, yes,” he assured. “Thank you, let’s go.”

He wanted to hurry ahead and ignore the potential embarrassment. But his feet were planted firmly. Why won’t he move???

Abbott and Tevro waited for Corvus.

“Shall we go first?” Tevro inquired.

“Yes,” Corvus said. “I’ll bring up the rear.”

Throne above why won’t his body work!

Tevro was first and as soon as Abbott moved past him, his feet listened to him.

He should be scanning the landscape for threats but he couldn’t remove his eyes from Kiri. If he held still for too long, the Raven would crane his neck to catch a glimpse of the boy.

Kiri caught his gaze and grinned as he rested his head on Abbott’s pauldron. Relief filled Corvus as he could now see his face.

He trailed a bit behind but the moment they rounded a ledge and they were out of sight, his hearts picked up.

He picked up his pace and nearly ran into Abbott who was just around the corner.

Throne above, what was wrong with him? Why did he feel so on edge??

They came to a clear area and Abbott set Kiri down, allowing him to stretch his legs.

Corvus felt a distinct urge to rush forward and pick up the boy.

He sat there watching as Kiri explored the area, picking up rocks he found interesting and other foliage. Tevro hovered behind him like a dutiful older brother.

Little feet didn’t even leave a print in the soft ground. Kiri crouched and watched some of the strange insect like warp beings flutter around a bush and is electing various holes in the ground.

It took him far longer than it should have to realize that Abbott was staring at him.

He turned to look at his older son, “What is it?”

Abbott removed his helmet to reveal a wide grin that went up his cheek splits. It was a smug look.

“You’re attached to him,” Abbott commented.

“I am not,” Corvus stated. “He is simply-“

Kiri squealed as a creature leapt out of a hole in the ground at him. Tevro was about to leap into action… but Corvus was already there, scooping up Kiri and smashing the warp creature with his foot.

Never had that amount of adrenaline rushed into him like that. Not when his rebellion was successful, not Istvaan 5, not the battle of Terra, nothing. Had his hearts ceased beating??? Other threats??

He finally took in a breath and held Kiri in front of him.

“Are you hurt??” He asked. “Did it get you??”

Kiri shook his head, “No, I’m okay! It just scared me. You moved really fast! I didn’t even know you moved! Are you okay?”

Corvus stared at the boy, “Yes, I’m okay. I- you- I-I’m glad you’re fine. I think we should find somewhere to rest for the night. A safer place than this.”

He turned around to see Abbott with the same grin. Tevro smiled while biting his lip, refusing to comment.

Abbott did a battle sign to the Raven Lord. Attached.

Oh no no no no no no no no no no. This was bad. Very bad. He had done what he shouldn’t have. He wasn’t just attached to Kiri. He had formed a bond with the boy and he never wanted him out of his sight or reach.

He needed to put a stop to this right now. Hand him over to the other two and ground his emotions. He was stronger than this. He was a Primarch. He was ruthless. This would be for the best. He needed to be detached to be a better leader and warrior. But he wasn’t going to do that.

He held Kiri close to his chest as he embraced him. He finally understood the strange feelings and instincts he’d been having. This was his baby.

[venice-1987]

TDPtober 2-love

Summary: Corvus reflects on what he loves

Pairings: Soren x Corvus (Of course its Sorvus, its me writing this :P)

There was much traced into the lines of his memory. The way the chill of autumn was drawn into the lungs, refreshing the body from the heat of summer. The way the leaves became dry and brittle underfoot, nourishing the earth for the coming spring. A home in the alleys of trees, off beaten paths and into the thickets, where the greenery sheltered him like a warm blanket. 

He had dedicated himself to remember his parents, the home cooked meals from his father, carefully spooning the dish onto his empty plate. A mother, and her barely contained love in a crushing embrace, laughing as he tried to breathe and flailed, pretending to attempt an escape. He remembered their pride when he was recruited to be among Amaya’s scouts, and the same shine in their eyes when Soren had accepted him as a crownguard. 

And Soren. It felt like if anything had made itself at home in his thoughts, it was him. Some things good. The way he leapt into hugging Corvus in the mushroom forest. Some things bad. The tired lines under his eyes after the return to a burned home. Some things terrible. The wailing sobs, inhuman screams tearing at his throat at the loss of a sister, not literally, but through change. She had become unrecognizable, and he grieved in privacy until Corvus had found him. 

But nothing came close to everything Soren had done in love. It felt as if he tried to forget, that a core part of his mind would be lost, and he wouldn’t be the same, lobotomized and left changed. The laugher Soren always seemed to bring, the smile tugging at his lips when he looked eagerly to see if he had succeeded in bringing a little bit more joy into Corvus’s day. They way he had taken Corvus’s hand, correcting the positioning on the sword, helping him improve a little more. The way he took note of when Corvus was overwhelmed, and the gentle way he guided Corvus to safety. The way he was kind. The way he pushed Corvus to become better just by virtue of being good himself. 

There was one day Corvus would never forget, that encapsulated everything he knew Soren to be. It was a bad day for the both of them. Corvus had taken the destruction of Katolis poorly, the home he had come to love had gone, which made him think of the homes and the people he had left behind. He realized that he had sunken into his solitude too readily, not writing like he should have. The resounding guilt multiplied the tension in his body with the sensory overload that the refugee camp had become that day. But there was ceaseless work to be done, and he ran himself ragged that despite it. 

When he saw Soren around camp, he knew his captain was doing no good either. He wondered if this time, it was because of Viren’s haunting memory, or the lingering reminder of a once familiar Claudia in every broken stone, in every hidden pathway that was not collapsed and used in recovery missions. He had once led Corvus and Opeli and Barius and later the young king Ezran out of those passages. He wondered if, then, Soren had recognized that his family would never be the same as it once did. 

Corvus had returned to their shared tent expecting Soren to be curled on his sleeping mat, wanting to be left in peace. He did not expect Soren to be there with a plate of peanut caramel pies, one of his favorite treats, and some strange looking curved stick with two wads of cotton on either end. He sat crossed legged, his shoulders hunched over in clear fatigue and his smile tired. But it reached his eyes. When he spoke, it carried the weight of the day in its softness. 

“You looked stressed today,” he said. “I asked Barius to make these, and I made this. I call it a noise-stopper. You put it over your ears.” Soren held up his invention, waiting for permission. When Corvus nodded, he leaned forward, setting the cotton pads gently over Corvus’s ears. It did not stop the noise completely, but it provided a hefty shield against what made noise overwhelming in the first place. The texture felt nice on his skin, too, much like the sheep’s soft wool that made the clothes he wore. 

Corvus did not know what to say, so he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Soren’s in a grateful kiss. At that point, their tentative relationship had not gone anywhere past hand holding, and looks that said ‘I’m starting to see you as something different. I’m sorry it took this tragedy to finally notice.’ He did not think the kiss would be rejected, and he was glad to see it returned with the same energy he put into it. Neither was surprised in the development, but it was nice to have confirmation. Their sleeping mats had been gradually drifting closer to each other every night for the past two weeks, and they finally closed the distance completely that day. Corvus’s head tucked into the crook of Soren’s neck as they fell asleep, both knowing they loved, and were loved. 

[wxnheart]

𝙰𝚙𝚎𝚡 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 - 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟑/𝟑)

Part 1, Part 2

To fight for an empire that would not even think to fight for you is a fool's errand. It is a foolish choice. And yet he brandishes his sword despite it all. Barbarian. A wild card. An enigma. Words uttered from the lips of the ignorant, thoughts shared amongst the hypocrites. He had never sought acceptance, had never craved it, praise nothing but a blur that passed him by. Until you, spurred by devotion, screaming rejection, convinced him so. He brandishes his sword in the name of the Imperium and makes loyal fools of you both.

Jaghatai Khan

He was an anomaly, even amongst his brothers. In his father's image is he born and in his father's image is he reborn anew. He is Man made merciful, kind, and contrite. He is Man made passionate and... obsessive. The forge burns brightly, fueled by his humanity, fueled by his obsession. An obsession that carries with it guilt. An obsession that threatens to consume. An obsession that inspires him to build. And such is the duality of Man.

Vulkan

He envisioned you and wondered what it meant. He envisioned valor, courage, and righteousness and what he saw did you no justice. And he'd been afflicted since. He met you, envisioned still, and saw valor, courage, and righteousness drenched in blood. And still, they did you no justice. He envisioned you and the flame of his divinity waned and the affliction grew. He envisioned you and rage simmering beneath the beauty, shame blanketing his father's blessed creation, prepared to fall.

Sanguinius

You are a kindred spirit. Your gifts are to be commended. Your mind, though nowhere near as expansive as his, is a maelstrom all its own. In you he sees familiarity. In you, he sees... potential. And so, he harnesses it. To what end, you do not know. You will never know. And so you traverse the infinite corridors of knowledge, intent on going beyond, intent on proving yourself. And your gifts and your mind would be his to know, his to conquer. Without your knowledge.

Magnus the Red

You thought him barbaric, bestial, an animal. He was a warrior through and through, everything the Emperor created him to be. The perfect weapon, one you thought something of but what that comprised, you did not know... until he showed you otherwise. Until you saw precision, a cold ruthlessness under his fanged grin and hungry, possessive eyes and it made your blood run cold in abject fear. And the Wolf claimed his territory.

Leman Russ

Limitations be damned, he pushed you further and further. He crafted you for greatness. He molded you into one of the Emperor's finest. He made you perfect. To his liking. And the Gorgon ensnares his prey.

Ferrus Manus

You spoke of redemption and it gave him hope. And so he hoped. And he fought. And he toiled. And he hoped some more. And amidst the ruins of his father's majesty did he hope still. He pulls you into the darkness, calls you companion amongst the stars, and blanketed in hope, you are made to search tirelessly for redemption. You hope. You fight. You toil. All in the name of redemption. All according to his whims.

Corvus Corax

[vega-and-me]

I need help looking for some fanfics :') I've scoured AO3 for them and can't seem to find them. In light of recent events I'm hoping they might be familiar to someone. Though all my old mutuals are no longer ... Worth a shot.

Snarry- they're some kind of dragon hybrid i think. Severus made his home in the middle of nowhere, Harry shows up anyway and displays nesting behavior i guess. All i have are the mental images, so not much help here.

Remione- Hermione gets kidnapped by a foreign werewolf pack and there's a heist to get her out. Pack dynamics. Sirius/ Hermione/ Lupin.

Snarry- Severus is a tutor for Harry, who was raised as a child actor and largely unfamiliar with things like Grocery Shopping. FOUND! Brat! Written by Coconutice22

Snarry- Voldemort wins(?) there's a ball where the students put on a play about his victory, Harry and gang are turned into stone statues as table centerpieces (briefly) FOUND! Corvus Fallere Series by Mousewrites

I also have a couple other tidbits but not much else :/ I've scoured literally pages and pages and pages and multiple filters cause for some reason instead of using bookmarks i left the tabs open and lost them.

[sorinethemastermind]

'Til i forget what i felt in the first place

In which Rayla sings a lullaby, and Soren finds it oddly familiar. Co-written and edited by the supremely talented @honeii-puff! I write the Soren POV chapters, she writes the Corvus POV chapters. Also on Ao3 and it has a playlist!

They didn’t stop until the sun had disappeared from the sky the following day and the moon was rising. Soren was exhausted, carrying a far heavier load than the others what with his bulky armor. He was grateful to sit down and catch his breath when Rayla finally called for them to stop. Even she couldn’t keep going forever.

But it was once they’d stopped that the divide between the two sides of their little makeshift camp began to feel noticeable. Soren had chosen a large tree to lean against, unclipping the sword from his belt and lying it beside him. Runaan had settled against a tree opposite him, a little ways off into the forest. Rayla and Callum were quick to fall into place beside him.

It made sense. Runaan was Rayla’s Dad, of course she wanted to spend some time with him. And it wasn’t like Callum was going to ditch his girlfriend to come and sit with Soren. But still, it hurt. Just a little bit.

Not all of them being over there and him being here, that he didn’t care about. Rayla and Callum could sit where they liked.

It was just that there was nobody to come and sit beside Soren. 

He waited just until his legs had stopped burning before pushing himself to his feet and clipping his sword back to his belt.

“I’m going to go and get us some firewood.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? They might be able to see the smoke.” Rayla interjected.

“It’s going to be cold tonight.” Soren pointed out. “And I don’t know about you, but I didn’t pack a blanket.”

None of them could argue with that, so they let him wander off into the steadily darkening trees. Soren gathered wood until his arms were full and twigs were spilling out with every step. Unable to fit anymore, he found little excuse not to return to camp.

He got back to find them in a similar state as before; all huddled on one side of the small clearing, chattering amongst themselves. Callum said something that made Rayla laugh, and even coaxed a small smile out of Runaan (Soren was beginning to realize that that was as good as you were going to get with him). 

“I got firewood!” he said loudly, dumping it in the middle of the clearing. They all glanced up at him as he began clearing leaves and other debris out of the way.

“Could somebody hand me those stones?” he asked, gesturing to a small pile that had collected between the roots of a nearby tree.

Runaan passed them to him without a word, one by one, and Soren used them to build a ring to contain the fire. Sitting back, he inspected his work and wiped his forehead.

“That should do nicely.”

“It looks really good, Soren.” Rayla said, scooting closer. It was already getting cold. “Now how do we light it?”

“Uhhh.” Soren glanced around the space, thoughtfully chewing his bottom lip. “We’ll just have to use good old fashioned camping know-how.”

“I’ve got it!” Callum said before Soren could begin. He leaned forward, reciting some gobbledygook in whatever-language and tracing a shape in the air. His fingers moved too fast for Soren to make it out, and then they were sparking. He threw the little bolts of lighting into the bundle of dry twigs Soren had gathered and they burst into flame.

“There we go. Fire handled.” Callum puffed out his chest like some sort of strutting bird.

“Is that a new spell?” Rayla asked, turning to him.

“Yep.” Callum said, settling back with his hands folded behind his head. He snapped his fingers, a few stray sparks flying into the air. “Pretty neat, huh?”

“Very.” Rayla said with a playful smile. “There’s no mage quite like you.”

“You could say-” Callum sat up abruptly, throwing her a questioning glance. “Are you making fun of me?”

Rayla rolled her eyes. “Of course not, my most talented mage. I’m being entirely serious.”

“You are teasing me.” Callum chuckled, draping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her in for a quick kiss.

Soren glanced away, feeling a little awkward as the pair of them continued teasing and making eyes at each other. His gaze met Runaan’s as the other elf also looked away, and they shared a sigh. Soren smiled.

The fire burned long into the night, well after Rayla and Callum had - thankfully - reverted to their non-flirtatious selves. They could be so embarrassing, sometimes. Soren was glad he never acted like that.

He poked the fire with a stick. It was getting late, the moon already high above them. They were all on edge, waiting for someone to come barging out of the woods and… Soren didn’t know what. Arrest them? Tell them that King Ezran was disappointed in them? That would probably be worse.

The little creature (rat? monkey? lemur?) on Rayla’s shoulder chirruped, and she lifted it up, cradling it in her arms.

“Shhh, Stella. It’s okay. Go to sleep now.”

She cleared her throat, leaning back against the fall tree beside Callum and humming a soft tune under her breath. After a moment, she began to sing. “Though the sky is dark tonight, I still shine for you, my dear.”

The moon twinkled above them, and Soren settled back against his tree, feeling his own eyes growing heavy. There was something oddly familiar and comforting about the lullaby.

“The moon is more than just her light. I am near, my love is here.” Rayla crooned. 

Soren’s eyes drifted shut. 

Either the room he was in was large, or he was small. Very small. A voice came to him through the foggy echoes of memory, soft and low.

“Though you feel so much alone-” Soren was vaguely aware of a hand gently stroking the hair back from his face. “Oh, my darling, do not fear.”

He tried to place the voice - the touch - to a face. But the more he clung to the dream the more it slipped away.

“Hold to what you’ve always known. I am near, my love is here.”

Soren felt his chest grow tighter, and was suddenly aware of just how little air was in his lungs. The moment began to break apart at the edges, the pieces that remained growing in clarity as he struggled to draw in a breath.

The singer’s voice broke, but she didn’t stop. “Though my face cannot be seen, the answer in your heart is clear.”

Soren drew in a shallow, heaving breath. The hand brushed the damp, sticky strands of his hair back from his forehead.

“I am the moon, the silver queen.”

The face above him swam into focus, soft and kind. Her smile was sad, but warm. The moonlight filtering through the window above Soren’s bed reflected in her eyes, making them shine just like the little silver cuffs on her horns.  “I am near, my love is here.” Lissa told him.

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Soren but he just pulls out Virens condescending tone with people who piss him off. Like he just goes, "Oh, you want to be a pos? That's amazing, I will show you the reason why I have such low self esteem." and it always works in his favor.

Like this man just pulls out the bs Viren would say to him all the damn time and say to people who deserve it. Soren knows it's mean, those words and that familiar tone always made him feel like a fool, but sometimes people deserve it.

Corvus finds it to be hilarious because the person on the receiving end will immediately just go, "Isn't he supposed to be the nicer one??" and Corvus knows that Soren is nice but will retort to being like Viren in dire circumstances.

It's kinda like a defense mechanism for Soren. It kept Viren alive long enough so surely it'll work for him, right? It does but only because Soren gets mean and goes straight for what will hurt. He's worse than Viren because he takes what Viren would sound like and what he would say and just make it 10x worse.