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the-travelling-witch · 9 months ago

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summary: i'm back on my "'i have more knowledge on x topic than all your advisers together, i just couldn’t progress through the ranks for one reason or another, so you should definitely make me your concubine, so i can gossip about your minister of finance’s stupid proposal while wearing expensive shit and fine dining and then we slowly fall in love' royal au" bs again, so have some rambles because there are a lot of possible constellations here

characters: shouto :: kenma :: inui/koko :: al-haitham/kaveh x gn! reader

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𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎

You could practically feel the daggers being glared into your skull. This entire meeting so far, the prince’s closest adviser had narrowed his eyes at you, a gesture which you only returned with a coy smile.

Really, just because it wasn’t common for a royal concubine to attend a meeting concerning safety measures at the upcoming masquerade ball, there was no need for such hostility.

Then again, maybe the adviser was so foul-tempered because of the physical position you found yourself in. But it wasn’t your fault they hadn’t prepared another seat for you or that Shouto was notoriously unbothered with social etiquette. So, if the prince ordered his concubine to sit on his lap instead, who were you to argue?

You doubted he glared at you because he was aware you had been investigating him or that you knew he and his fellow spies were planning an assassination attempt on the royal whose arm was currently lazily curled around your waist.

Surely, “concubine” was not exactly the title you had had in mind when agreeing to work as an intelligence agent on the Todoroki court but considering the former crown prince Touya had basically gone up in smoke after an attempt on his life, placing yourself right next to the prince where an enemy wouldn’t expect might not be a bad idea.

Besides, since you had taken the prince up on his offer, you had been able to enjoy many luxuries you could previously not even dream of. Delicacies practically melted on your tongue, the material of your clothes was of a quality so fine it was like dressing in air and the library held rare books you normally couldn’t get your hands on just like that.

You also had to admit, pretending to be Shouto’s lover wasn’t exactly torture either. Not only was he as handsome as they come but he was also very well-mannered towards you even in private. The clumsy side only few got to see when he let his guard down was also quite adorable.

So, to say you were quite comfortable where you were and had no intention of giving up your spot any time soon was an understatement.

“Your Highness is it really necessary to bring,” the adviser paused momentarily as he gestured at you, “this person to a meeting such as this? How can we be sure they are not working for an opposing kingdom, relaying our security measures to the enemy?”

You caught yourself before a snort escaped you. Seriously, how was nobody onto this guy before you came around?

“I have no doubt about their loyalty to me and the kingdom,” Shouto said, tone even as always, yet his hand around your waist tightened. “Besides, their safety might be compromised just like mine, so this information should be shared with them as well.”

“That’s right,” you goated, a sharp grin on your lips as you reached backwards over your shoulder to run your fingers down Shouto‘s neck as you held eye contact with the adviser. “I’ve shown my devotion to the prince in ways you never could.”

Soon you’d watch the light drain from his eyes as you ended his miserable life but for now you’d find amusement in how they widened in indignation.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

“Your Highness! I must ask you to stay in the medic’s quarters!” Said medic was fussing around you as you pulled the outer layer of your clothes back on. “I dressed the wound and used a minor healing spell but you need to rest! A-and your medicine—“

“I can rest in my quarters too,” you sighed, already halfway out of the door. “Someone will come pick up the treatment later.”

The medic was still stammering long after you already set out towards your room, trying not to put too much pressure on your side. You didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal but apparently the monster’s claws that had grazed your skin were laced in some sort of venom, the pain of which left you wheezing when you received another blow to the stomach.

Half stumbling, half falling into your room, you reckoned whatever spell the medic had cast hadn’t done much to rid your body of the poison, especially if you remembered how he had floundered once you first drudged into the infirmary. No wonder you had gone behind your parents’ backs to employ someone who actually understood his craft.

“Whoa what happened to you?” Kenma lifted his head from his magic-driven game board at the sound of the door opening. His sharp amber eyes studied you from head to toe, taking in the ripped clothes and collection of bruises and scratches. “You look like death chewed you up and spit you back out.”

“Thanks,” you retorted just as sarcastically, working to rid yourself of the rest of your armour, wincing when you strained the area around your ribs. “Must be the poison.”

“Poison?” Immediately, Kenma had perked up, already rounding the table, his game forgotten. “What poison? And where? And why didn’t you lead with that?”

Usually, the guy tried to make himself as small as possible, hoping to blend into the background. But whenever you dragged in yet another weird and wonderful ailment from out in the wild, your shy healer found himself in the habit of becoming a little bossy. Other royals might take offence if their concubines used that kind of tone but you had to admit you didn’t really mind.

“Well, it’s not like you gave me much of a chance to explain,” you laughed, pulling your shirt off and letting it pile up with the rest of your things, then wriggled your eyebrows at the blond. “So, where do you want me?”

“You are the worst, even when you’re dying,” Kenma rolled his eyes before a warm hand settled on your bare back and nudged you towards the bed. “For now, just lie down. And tell me exactly what the hell happened to you.”

Without any resistance, you settled down and watched as Kenma got to work. It was fascinating each time, even if you didn’t understand much of it and you were the one having to be treated. Whenever he focused on something, he adopted this no-nonsense expression, lips tightened into a line and eyebrows drawn together. You didn’t even want to start thinking about the way your skin tingled where his fingers touched you, well aware that the reason for it wasn’t the magic Kenma used.

“I told the doc someone would pick up my medicine later,” you spoke up once your healer had finished his work and both of you were just lingering within the same space.

As always when you told Kenma something he didn’t want to hear, he made one of the most expressive faces of disgust a human could muster.

“I’ll make sure to trip on the way,” he shrugged and you were aware he might actually do it too. “I didn’t spend all this time healing you just so that idiot can poison you again with whatever concoction he came up with this time.”

“Just what would I do without you?” Brushing a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, you didn’t miss how Kenma, the guy who used to flinch at people coming near him, leaned slightly into your touch.

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈 / 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎

The golden light of the sinking sun illuminated the balcony as birds chirped their last songs of the day. In the midst of the flowers blooming across the railing and the castle walls, three people sat around a table filled with fruits, cheese and many other delicious foods, eating and laughing together.

“But to come back to your Minister of Finance’s proposal,” Koko, who seemingly hadn’t taken his eyes off the kingdom’s budget sheet, spoke up. Splitting off a few of the coins from the stack in front of him to visualise the share he was thinking about, he offered his insight. “I think we should use a cut of the newly allocated funds to strengthen the army’s equipment. The knights could do with new armour, especially considering the neighbouring kingdom has been less than friendly lately.”

“What new funds are we talking about?” You inquired, not having been privy to the meeting prior this day.

“The party we sent out recently was more successful than we expected them to be,” Inui clued you in with a small smile as he studied what Koko proposed.

“Ah, the expedition that was my idea and that I equipped with the right tools. In that case,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eyes, before you made the stack of coins levitate over your outstretched palm, “I think we should use it to build a magic tower. It would help more with defence than equipping the knights, considering what fun things I could do with one.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Koko scolded, reaching over the table to snatch the coins back. “How should we justify the King’s concubine wishing for a magic tower?”

While you shrugged, Seishu took your hand and answered much gentler than the black haired man.

“I have to agree with Koko. Not because I doubt you could do a lot of great things with such a tower but because we already had a lot of trouble explaining why the lightning only struck the enemy’s side in the last battle,” he sighed, giving you an understanding look he knew had you giving in already. “The public doesn’t know we have a magic user on our side and word of construction would spread fast. Don’t forget why you went into hiding in the first place.”

“Yeah yeah, I understand, no magic tower. But, how about,” you leant back in your chair, tossing a coin you had hidden up your sleeve before Koko could retrieve it, “one or the other magic tome? Nobody would even notice. Just say it’s for a new necklace or whatever else concubines usually get.”

“Are you suggesting we commit fraud?” Koko levelled his accusatory gaze at you.

“I don’t know, am I?” You innocently asked, batting your eyelashes at him. “It would be for the good of the people, after all.”

“How is you getting a new toy good for the people?”

“I could make the grains grow faster or whatever the people usually pray for,” you shrugged. “I’m at least granting their wishes.”

“I thought you were interested in necromancy recently,” Seishu laughed knowingly. “I’m no expert in the field but how is that helping with making the crops grow?”

“I’m sure a walking dead body or two would scare off the crows,” you said as seriously as you could. “It might also scare off thieves, now that I think about it.”

Koko just looked at you, horrified, while Seishu laughed at your nonchalance. When the former regained his senses, he reprimanded you again.

“We are not using tax money, so you can experiment with the undead and unleash them on the public!”

“Eh, it was worth a try,” you relented before popping another grape in your mouth.

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 / 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

You were well aware of the whispers that filled the halls of the castle when you weren’t present.

Kaveh was probably a more conventional concubine to take, considering his innate kindness and striking beauty. Clearly, when he waltzed into the room beside you, it was like the sun was rising before everyone’s eyes. Yeah, he was probably an expected choice.

Al-Haitham, on the other hand…

It wasn’t exactly his physique which raised people’s questions. Moreso it was his gruff temper and apparent boredom with most topics, burying his nose in a book and brushing people off with less than a single word at times, that made your staff shake their heads at your appointment.

Not that it mattered much what other people thought.

What did matter, however, was that your country’s infrastructure had improved significantly since you made your peculiar choice of companions. After most critical meetings concerning upcoming construction, your subordinates believed your return to your chambers meant you just had to relieve some pent-up stress. Yet, those “steamy” nights were spent hunched over maps and graphs of your nation, pointing out the flaws in your advisers’ proposals and redoing blueprints of planned buildings.

Perhaps nobody else in the castle was aware of it, but Al- Haitham and Kaveh were a genius strategist and brilliant architect respectively, responsible for the projects the public praised you most for. And that had been the nature of your relationship in the beginning. They patched out your advisers’ proposals and you made sure they were compensated accordingly, unconventional as the methods may be.

Though, you supposed, after working together for a while, the titles you had given them may not be so wrong anymore. Long nights spent agonising over the ideal location for a new project had turned into quiet evenings lounging around your quarters, enjoying fine wine and lingering touches. Having the two around had become a great sense of comfort to you and running into them between meetings and stacks of paperworks waiting for you made a spark of fondness flutter in your chest.

However, running into both of them at the same time also meant the unlikely pair were probably bickering. This time, you could actually hear them before you rounded the corner.

“I’m telling you, if we use this type of wood-”

“It would rot under the environmental influences faster than you could complete construction.”

“Why, you…!”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you exhaled ready to calm down the situation somehow. Then, you came face to face with them and had an entirely new idea on how to mediate. Haitham had his arms crossed as he regarded the blond with an unimpressed expression, the pose accentuating the way his biceps and triceps flexed. With Kaveh turned away from you, you had a clear view of his back, as always exposed by the flowy robes he wore.

Sure, they might not be the most usual concubines you could’ve chosen, but that didn’t matter.

“Strategy meeting in my quarters, now. Royal orders.”

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ember-da-toon · 2 months ago

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TWST Headcanon for the Overblot boys,

I recently saw a fanart of Ruggie with some cracks on his features, made by @namneeo that reminded me of a headcanon that I think is rather underrated in the TWST fandom.

We discussed it in the comments of her TikTok and I wanted to share this with all of you as well!

Basically, I'm going to be discussing about scars/marks that I think the OB!Boys got after Overblotting. They may or may not be as fleshed out as you hope since I'm still catching up with the lore, but I try to make it as accurate as possible.

Riddle Roseheart

I think his scars would obviously be Rose-esque. Specifically, it's thorns. His scars would locate around various parts of his body to show how constricting and controlling his mother was back then. Personally, the most prominent one would be around his neck, a homage to his Signature Spell and, again, his mother rarely (likely never, actually) letting him speak his mind without some form of punishment.

Leona Kingscholar

His scars would be what we see happens if a person was on his end of his Signature Spell and not an object. The person would likely become dehydrated with how the water in their body is drying up inside as they slowly turn to sand (what I think would've happened to Ruggie if he wasn't freed from Leona's grasp sooner).

His scars are similar to Ruggie's but prominently around his hands instead of around the neck area. His hands are darkened, and gradients up to his wrist because of the overblot. Now he has a reason to wear his gloves, but they aren't able to hide the golden cracks that span up to his elbows. Kintsugi was my first thought when it came to Leona's scars.

Azul Ashengrotto

His marks would be octopus esque. More specifically, they look like the suction parts of tentacles. They span around his midriff, a way to remind of him back when he used to hate his chubby self. I think that when Azul was younger, he'd wrap his tentacles around himself and try to 'squeeze' the fat out of himself and would leave little suction marks all over himself. But the overblot marks are permanent and impossible to get rid of.

Jamil Viper

His scars would be snake-esque, obviously, but I can't decide whether it be scales, tattoos, or even splotches that resemble venomous snake bites. As of now, I'm sticking to the concept of tattoos of snakes around his wrists and throat, a way to show how he's bound to Kalim and how his family has served the Al-Asims for generations. Hence, generational trauma. He can't outshine Kalim since he is nothing more than his servant.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil's marks would likely be poison apple-esque or wrinkles as most of you all might think. But for me, it would actually be some sort of curse on his vision. He can't look at his reflection without seeing himself all old and wrinkly or too blurry or shattered to see himself clearly.

Everyone else can see his beauty but himself.

Idia Shroud

Idia's is a bit tricky since he's already aflame, but I managed to figure something out.

He would have those digital lines that span from under his eyes down his cheek, almost like tear stains from his grief for his dead brother but also rebuilding him as a robot. Or just a side effect from the mask he had on during his Overblot. You decide.

Malleus Draconia

I unfortunately don't have anything for Malleus just yet. We haven't seen the aftermath of his overblot yet either, but I might come back to it, all I know that is has something to do with sleeping or the spindle wheel, or maybe even the sword that went through Maleficent. So like some sort of scar on his chest.

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lostsoul1217 · 10 months ago

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You want to know the one thing that keeps pissing me off in the Hazbin Hotel Fandom? The fact people disrespect the fact Alastor is AROACE

I'n case you don't know what that is here's some very simple explanations:

Aromantic means that you feel little to no romanic love. You basically don't really care about dating, you don't feel romantic love. You can still love people but not in a romantic way like you would with your Boyfriend/Girlfriend or Husband/Wife.

Asexual means that you feel little to no sexual attraction. You do not feel sexually attracted to people or you just don't like it!

Yes, while some people who are Aro or Ace can still feel these attractions, it does not mean you can use that as an excuse to live out your fantasies.

I've seen so many people use bullshit excuses to sexualize Alastor or to shove him into a romantic relationship it's unreal. JUST LET HIM BE SINGLE! These fuckers are always like: "Oh but he hasn't found the right person" or "He just doesn't have good experience with it"

Seriously??? You're mad because a hot guy won't date or fuck you, that's all this is about. You can't let one fucking character not be in a relationship or be sexualized?

It's appealing.

Oh by the way for the people who go: "Well Viv is a terrible person and we don't have to take what she says as Cannon as we're removing the art from the artist!" IT STILL DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO INVALIDATE SOMEONES SEXUALLY!

Just let him be.

I've had someone come to me and say that "Al is just uncomfortable with sex because he's been through a lot of trauma. It's my personal Headcannon." Literally so they can ship him with Lucifer.

The fact people can't accept that one character is AroAce to the point they completely erase it from his identity is actually terrifying and really uncomfortable. Is this how you would treat actual people? Like, you would treat actual people like this? I had a friend who made me physically uncomfortable because of how much he didn't care about Alastor's sexuality. He didn't care, even after being told he just didn't care and got upset when no one would be horny with him!

For a long time I've questioned if I was AroAce because I don't feel sexual attraction, I very rarely feel sexually attracted to anyone, but because of what I keep seeing happen to fictional characters who are Cannonly AroAce and even to an actual person called Jaiden Animations I'm scared to even have that label.

I just don't understand why no one can respect that a person doesn't want to be in a relationship or like anything sexual. Why? I genuinely don't understand. It makes me so mad and upset, scared even. Just let him be. It's not as if it's a popular Headcannon, it's been confirmed in and outside the show! He's even shown that he's uncomfortable with it in show.

If I've made any spelling errors I apologize. I'm just upset atm.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #rant #lgbtqia #lgbtqa+#aroace #asexual #aromantic #alastor #alastor the radio demon

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twisted-in-underland · 1 year ago

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“You’ve never had a friend like me? Hehehe, I seem to get that a lot!”

Unique Magic:

Friend Like Me: By entrusting their lamp to another person - or “master” - Maram is able to access near cosmic powers. The spells must be made in the style of a wish by the “master” that Maram then fulfills. Due to the strength of the magic, Maram can only fulfil three “wishes” before to much blot is accumulated.

Info template belongs to @unfinished-projects-galore!

Side note: Maram is not a student at NRC or RSA, I’m just using the Scarabia template because it fits the aesthetic of the character in general 👍🏻

Other info: Concept sketch & information

[image updated due to unnoticed spelling errors]

(More info under the cut)

I know I said I was going to work on Yuri and Roma’s sprites…but Maram has been on my mind and I needed to get them in colour 🫣

For those who are new, Maram Grant is twisted from Genie from Aladdin and takes inspo from both animated and live action versions! I mention someone named “Ali” later on (like once lol), that’s my TWST!Aladdin; his full name is Amir Ali but he often goes by just “Ali” or “Al”.

Much of Maram’s basic info is available in the concept sketch post linked above, so I’m going to try to just clear up a few other things I’ve thought of.

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Maram doesn’t attend traditional mage schools like NRC or RSA. I’m really leaning towards the idea that genies have their own schooling system. This is primarily because they use their lamps in place of mage stones. I imagine young genies start learning to control their magic early on through their parents (so they can attend elementary/middle school with other kids) and go through more structured learning in high school.

Genies primarily live in small communities like towns or villages similar to humans. Some communities are more nomadic than others and enjoy traveling around the Scalding Sands. The bulk of genie communities are located in the Scalding Sands, but there are some scattered communities in other areas of Twisted Wonderland. Maram claims her uncle lives somewhere in the Sunset Savannah, and that they have a friend who goes back to the Shaftlands when school is closed for breaks.

The big thing I wanted to touch on is that “Friend Like Me” isn’t technically a unique magic like what we’ve seen in game. This particular power is something all genies have access too, but because Maram is friends with a number of mages (i.e. Kalim, Jamil, and Ali) they decided to give the ability its own name. It’s just a little bit of Maram’s fun loving nature poking through.

Aside from the obvious risk of overblot when casting such powerful spells, there’s a lot of trust that goes into casting these spells. I mentioned in the concept post that to genies their lamps are everything to them; it’s how they monitor and recover from blot and they can act like little homes for the genies if they want. The big thing is that each genie revives a lamp and pair of bracelets when they’re young and is special to the individual. Genies can’t enter the lamps of another genie unless they’re given permission which is rare. The bracelets can be replaced if necessary as they’re closer to the concept of magical pens. The lamps, however, are nearly impossible to replace if lost or broken. Given the fact that the lamp has to be given to another person, there has to be a lot of trust between both parties.

Likewise, the genie has to be sure that the person they are entrusting their lamp too isn’t going to make any stupid “wishes”. This includes things that the genie could conjure up easily, without the need to access such powerful magic. The risk of overblot is not worth conjuring up money, food, clothes, etc. which they could normally do with ease

Ngl between Kalim and Jamil, Maram trusts Jamil with their lamp much more than Kalim. As much as they love Kalim’s friendship, Maram feels like Kalim would make an impulsive request out of excitement 😅

And just a silly little fact about Maram, they really like the colour blue and enjoy big Ol’ pants like jupe-culotte/harem pants.

And that’s all I wanted to clarify! Like always feel free to ask any questions, I’ll try to answer as best I can with what I have already figured out!

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst #twisted wonderland oc #scolding sands #twst genie #twst genie oc #twst genie concept #genie oc #genie aladdin #Maram Grant #my art #artist on tumblr #digital art #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland

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sovengardeswag · 5 months ago

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You Poor Unfortunate Soul

Summary:

Raphael collects the esoteric, the rare, and the lovely. He has recently come into a spell that lets him take voices. No ripping out tracheas, no bloody messes.

Astarion wants the sun. Doesn't want to get on his back for a dead rat. Wants to be free of Cazador in every way he can be.

The two strike a deal, the voice of a spawn for the sun. And a soul as well. After all, true love's kiss doesn't exist.

A little mermaid inspired fic about Astarion giving up his voice to walk in the sun (AO3 link in replies)

Chapter One: In Pain, In Need

Baldur's Gate smelled like fish guts and cat shit on a hot summer's day, making winter nights a much more pleasant time in the city. That's what Astarion told himself, at least, when he found himself missing it and cursing the cold. His padded doublet offered little protection but, even if it did, he wouldn't be warmed, undead flesh unable to hold onto heat the way the living did. Thus, there was an equal measure of relief and dread when he entered The Blushing Mermaid, the air within much warmer than the air outside.

Astarion's goal this night was to get in and get out. No long flirtations with the shy ones. No, the last thing he wanted was to drag this out. That was why he had chosen this place. Tired, lonely sailors from far away? They would follow him home with a wink and a kiss after months at sea, no one would ever miss them either. As he took a look around at his choice of prey, he sat at the bar and asked, "Have you any good wine?"

"We've got red wine and, uh, white."

"Red then," speaking of, his eyes fell on a table with a lone tiefling. A man with dark skin and one red eye, the other a false eye that was stony grey. His hair was tied in tight and neat cornrows that were framed by his elegant, curved horns. He seemed peaceful, just people-watching as he drank his ale. And there was a noble quality to him, despite the surroundings. His scars told a story of adventure, of experience in combat. And yet they did not greatly age him, he looked 25 if his reckoning of human ages was accurate. In short, he was beautiful. Cazador would be pleased indeed. This man wouldn't earn him a place in the favored spawn room, but Cazador would find no reason to put him in the kennels at the very least. Little wonder then that he strode up to the man as he sipped his disgusting glass of wine, "Well hello there. Is this seat taken?"

The man seemed mildly surprised to have been approached and told Astarion, "Not at all. Please." He gestured for Astarion to have a seat. "I'm Wyll by the way." He then gave a little knightly salute, "The Blade of Avernus at your service."

Astaron wracked his brain for some sort of recognition, some sort of knowledge about him, and came up empty. Never had he heard of this man in the taverns. "I'm sorry darling, I'm afraid I'm a bit behind on my adventuring news."

"Ah, that's alright. I used to have a different title. I earned this one when I was at Elturel. I was there when it was released from the hells and helped the people there."

"Well, aren't you quite the hero, then?" Certainly explained the name. In his experience, most decent tieflings avoided names like The Blade of Avernus. "You simply must tell me more." He leaned forward, sipping his wine once more. Maybe he could get more drinks in this man. "Were you from Elturel? Was the experience as utterly shocking as I've heard?"

"Actually, no, I wasn't even at Elturel when it fell. I was sent into Avernus afterward to hunt a devil."

"Sent in? How?" There was only one way he knew that people got sent to the hells and came back. "Are you a warlock?"

"Was. I was a warlock. I assure you, I am beholden only to the Sword Coast now."

"And you were named The Blade of Avernus after felling your quarry."

"On the contrary, when I arrived at Elturel, I found this was no devil trying to further terrorize the poor people of Elturel, but a tiefling, the same as many of them. A hostage in Zariel's court who was conscripted to fight in the blood war. When Elturel fell, she ran away and hid among them. And when I learned this, I couldn't bring myself to kill her. I had been deceived."

Astarion, feeling this was getting a bit heavy, broke the tension with a giggle, playing the part of a tipsy admirer, "You naughty thing you. All it took for you to disobey your patron was a pretty face?"

Wyll chuckled a bit, just the slightest bit of fluster to his face, "No, no, nothing like that. You see, while she was with the tieflings, she had taken to protecting them. Making sure they survived the hells. There was one child, Mol, despite being injured and small, who tried to protect Karlach. She said she would take my eye if I so much as laid a hand on Karlach. And I knew then, from the child and the look in Karlach's eyes, that I had been deceived. And I paid the price for it that very night."

"Is that how you lost your eye, darling? Tribute to your patron?" He laid a comforting hand on Wyll's, his voice full of sympathy and awe.

"Oh, no, I lost my eye long ago. But that's a story for another day, perhaps. It's a proud moment, to be sure, but not exactly one to be told to charming voiced strangers in a tavern."

Astarion took a look at Wyll's stone eye, then. It seemed to be made of bloodstone, with an adorable heart-shaped pupil carved into it but there was something else there. Something magical. It hit him, that this was a sending stone, no doubt still sending news to his former patron. Ah. well, it wouldn't be the first time he performed in front of an audience. "Well, there's no need for us to remain strangers. Perhaps, after a bit here, we can go to my home for a nightcap. I've always dreamed of being swept off my feet by a hero." Truth be told, Wyll was just his type, a sweet face, but just a bit rugged.

Wyll flustered again, pulling his hand away, "Look, you're lovely, you truly are, but I don't do... that. I'm sorry."

Shit. Shit. He had miscalculated. Most adventurers weren't like this. They were only happy to take what they wanted from Astarion. Why, oh why, did he have to run into a virtuous hero? "Ah, there's no need to apologize, darling. I should have realized you were the chivalrous sort." This would have to be a long game and he'd have to try his luck at a different tavern.

Just as he was about to ask Wyll how long he was staying in Baldur's Gate, there was a crash from the kitchen, some swearing, and a burning smell. A grease fire, no doubt. And before Astarion knew it, he was trapped in the building, the fire burning all around him. Watching as it consumed all in its wake. He should have been outside, watching the scene with the poor sods who were mourning their favorite watering hole. Yet here he was, walking through a burning wreckage, looking for that beautiful fool who had insisted on getting people out. If Wyll perished in this blaze, Astarion wouldn't stop thinking about it. It would be just another death on his tally of sins. So even as the flames licked at him and burned him, he pushed through. His only relief was that he didn't need to breathe.

Eventually, feeling nothing but pure heat on his body and ash falling upon him, he found him. A support beam had fallen on him and the smoke inhalation knocked Wyll out. Astarion pushed on the beam with all his might, his hands catching splinters as he pushed and readjusted and pushed again. Nevertheless, he just barely managed to push it off of the man's leg. He then picked Wyll up and hauled him out of the burning tavern.

But he didn't lay Wyll down at the front for the fists to take care of. No, it wouldn't do for Astarion to be spotted. He snuck to the next alley over instead and sat Wyll down on a crate. He pat Wyll's cheek as he spoke, the hero of Elturel finally taking in some clean air. His eyes fluttered and opened and Astarion knew that the first thing the tiefling saw was him. He coughed and Astarion told him, "Shhh, it's alright, lovely. Don't stress yourself."

Wyll nodded, taking deep breaths as Astarion assured him, "Don't try to yell for the fists, you'll only hurt yourself. I'm going to make a racket and they'll heal you and you'll be good as new but I have to go. Do you understand?"

Wyll nodded, his good eye scanning over Astarion, trying to memorize his face.

"There we go. You'll be alright, darling. Now, I'm going to make that racket and leave you.” And with that, Astarion lifted a discarded milk can and slammed it as hard as he could into the ground, slinking off once it had made an ungodly noise.

Covered in soot and ash, sporting a few minor burns, and with his hands covered in splinters, Astarion was in no state to continue his little hunt. He needed to change and get these damn things out. He just hoped his master would see it as a pause and not a failure.

As he returned to Szarr Palace, he decided to go in from the tower connected to the wall. Climbing up was a bit of a pain with the splinters, but far less terrible than what was in store for him if he got caught. He walked past the half-asleep fists with no issue, the charmed guards merely said, "Welcome home, Master Astarion," as he walked past them. Jumping onto a balcony afterward was practically trivial.

He thought he was home free as he crossed the threshold, walking one, two, three meters away from the balcony doors before he felt a chill and heard Cazador's voice. "You're home early. And what a state you're in."

Astarion flinched as he turned around, "Ah, Master, I assure you this is merely a delay. I just need to clean up and be on my way to catch you a morsel tonight. I know that I shouldn't come home without one but I just wanted to make sure that today's was of good qua-"

Astartion immediately shut his mouth as Cazador grabbed his wrists, the ancient vampire having noticed that Astarion was trying to not gesticulate. He looked at his hands and asked, "What manner of nonsense did you get into, boy?"

Astarion tensed further at that. Of course, Cazador would notice his property had been damaged, however temporarily. "I-I assure you master. I just wanted to ensure that-"

"Cease your prattle!" Cazador commanded as he bent Astarion's wrists, a small whimper coming from the spawn. "Tell me why you have these splinters."

Astarion felt the pull of the command like the pull of a leash upon his brainstem. His eyes glowed in response and he spoke loud and clear. "I pushed a beam away when I was caught in a fire at the Blushing Mermaid. I was with a target there at the time."

"Were you spotted by the flaming fists? Be truthful."

Another pull, his eyes continued to glow, "No."

"And what gave you the audacity to believe you had a right to break the rules, to come back completely emptyhanded? Speak true!"

"I thought I could sneak past you and wanted to change my clothes."

Astarion felt the sharp sting of a back-handed slap then, right across his cheek. Cazador had seen disrespect in his honesty. Astarion's jaw clenched, and the command lifted.

"You little idiot. You cannot ever get anything past me in my home. Not ever. And to think, you were so close to earning the favored spawn room this month. It's as if you throw away every opportunity I give you. Every single time. I do not begrudge you for trying to survive a fire, but I will not tolerate disrespect."

"You're right master, I'm sorry. I should have checked into the flop house and found clothes, I shouldn't have done this to you. I shouldn't have gotten hurt. I promise to be good from now on. I promise." He was tempted to yank his wrist away but knew that if he did at this angle, it would likely snap. "I'll take care of my splinters before going back out. And I'll bring you back the most beautiful virgin I can find in the lower city."

"Oh Astarion, you always did beg so sweetly," Cazador stroked Astarion's cheek gently, "But you'll just have to save that for later. Your actions need to have consequences, lest you grow arrogant again."

Shit, shit. "But Master, I've already injured myself! I've learned my lesson! You don't need to waste Godey's time!"

"Oh, but Astarion, what use are consequences with no follow through, hmm? You'll start to believe every threat is a bluff." And with that, he started to drag Astarion to the kennels. The spawn trying to dig in his heels like a dog dragged on a leash.

Godey was there when they arrived. Of course, he was. Where else would he be? He stopped cleaning his scalpels and watched as Astarion was thrown on the ground like scraps to the dogs. "Here so early, child? It isn't even midnight. No matter, Old Godey is ready to play."

"Stay your hand, Godey. I have something specific in mind for him."

"Oh? Is that so, Master?"

"Indeed. Keep an eye on him as I find the implements. You are free to strike him if he tries to leave."

"Of course, Master. I won't lay a hand on him a moment before."

But that wasn't true, as soon as Cazador was gone, Godey started to run his bony fingers through Astarion's hair. He told him, "You must like playing with Godey, being such a naughty child. What did you do to anger the master this time?"

"I hurt myself in a fire. And then I tried to sneak in to get clean and healed."

"Oh, such a shame that you got in trouble for that, and such a shame you escaped those flames. You would wear scars so prettily."

Astarion instinctually covered his face at that. Oh gods, Godey was going to give Cazador ideas at this rate. The last time that happened, the skeleton ripped his fangs out of his mouth, let them grow back overnight, and yanked them out again for a straight ten-day. He couldn't even remember what he had done, only that Godey had said he should keep his fangs to himself and it had given Cazador the idea.

Speaking of, though, he returned. But he was not baring Rhapsody or some horrific tool. No, he was holding a set of tweezers. The kind a nobleborn lady would use to pluck her eyebrows. And Cazador was holding it while wearing a glove. “I want you to remove the splinters yourself. And then, when you're done, Godey will, shall we say, give you a manicure."

Astarion hardly saw the point in getting rid of the splinters if Godey was going to rip out his claws, each time Godey readjusted the grip would surely cause shooting pain with the shards of wood in his hands. But he wasn't one to make his own life worse, so he reached an open hand out to Cazador.

But as soon as the tweezers touched his hand, the spawn hissed in pain, a rash blooming on his skin. The tweezers were made of silver. Bastard.

Cazador smirked at Astarion's pain, telling him, "Do think on your actions, Astarion." He then looked to Godey, telling him, "I'll come to check on him, come dawn. Have fun, old friend."

Thus was the beginning of Astarion's newest torment. He had been forced to hurt himself before, this was nothing new, but it was no less humiliating and terrible. At first, he tried to be delicate about the process, keeping the tweezers at the very tips on the most shallow splinters, hoping to reduce the burning sensation and hives to his fingers. But Godey gripped his hair and pulled, "Trying to pull one over on Old Godey, eh? Do it properly, child, lest I do it for you."

Astarion grit his teeth and adjusted his grip on the tweezers, more hives blooming as he squeezed and gripped the splinters, perhaps with a little more force than strictly necessary. Some of them needed to be dug out, the burning smell of silver actually piercing his skin faint but present, the tiniest wisps of smoke when they came free. Pain radiated through his hand through the entire process. He wondered if his hands would scar as his back did.

The same thing happened with his other hand. With each pinch, each pull, each squeeze, he shot agony into his palms. By the end of it, his hands were an ugly red color, they felt warm for the first time in 200 years, and they were utterly covered in blisters, itchy and burning. Panting, he threw the tweezers aside, his hands shaking.

Godey kicked Astarion in the gut. "Naughty thing, don't go throwing away the master's heirlooms around like mere stones! Pick it up and put it where it belongs."

"Fuck you, Godey," Astarion managed, despite the wind being knocked out of him. Though it earned him another slap before he picked up the damn tweezers and put them on the table.

"See, was that so hard? Now, give Godey your hand. I want to hear you scream."

Astarion couldn't help but wonder if, despite the fact that he was completely bones, Godey was getting off on this. Either way, he gave Godey his hand and watched as Godey clamped the pliers over his pinky claw. He gently tugged once, twice, trying to build up the dread in Astarion before he blinked out of existence in a flash of red light. What?

He heard a smooth voice then, almost sing-songy. "There now, we wouldn't want those lovely claws of yours to be ripped out, now would we?"

Astarion scrambled to his feet and turned around, seeing a human man just standing there. Cazador wasn't with him, "What is this? Did Cazador decide to put me to work for my transgressions? Did you banish Godey for some privacy?"

The man chuckled darkly and told him, "No, little vampling, nothing so base. I'm not another guest of your master's but a savior. Now, you can come wih me or be a good boy and wait for the skeleton to come back and do your little manicure."

Astarion looked at his blistered and red hands before looking back at the stranger. If this was a setup, then it was certainly an elaborate one. "Fine."

The man snapped his fingers and they were suddenly elsewhere. A dining room laid out with food of all sorts and several goblets. The man told Astarion, "Drink your fill, vampling. I ensured that you have only the finest of blood."

Astarion picked up a goblet and sniffed it. No poison. But this place, "Where have you brought me?"

"This, Mr. Ancunin, is the House of Hope. Where the famished come to feast and the desperate come to deal. And I know you, pretty spawn, are both. Come, drink your fill."

Well, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with the blood on the second sniff, so he took a drink. "Why is this spicy?"

"Why, it's cambion blood of course. I also have incubus and hellhound, even demon. All watered down with tiefling for your palate. Though I also have more mortal fare."

Astarion gripped his goblet lest this strange man take it from him. Though this clearly wasn't a regular human man. "Who and what the hells are you?"

"What an appropriate way to phrase that question. If you'll allow me..." And then, in a spiral of flames, the man became a devil. "I am Raphael, at your service."

Oh gods, a cambion. He should have known. He vaguely wondered if the blood he drank was Raphael's. He drained the goblet and said, "Well, you've wasted your vintage then, devil. I'm not keen to trade one master for another."

"Who said anything about your soul?"

Astarion, having gone to sniff at another goblet of blood, paused and said, "Go on."

"You see, I'm a bit of a collector. I seek the rare and esoteric and I've come into possession of a rather unique spell. I won't bore you with the details, just that it's derived from hag's magic and that you are the perfect test subject for it."

"I'm not hearing an offer."

"Patience, I was just getting to that. In exchange for your cooperation with the spell, I can offer a partial cure to your vampirism."

Astarion simply drank what he determined to be tiefling's blood as he listened. And then, he spoke, "Well then, we should be going over the details of this, shouldn't we?"

Raphael smirked and gestured for Astarion to follow him, "Let's."

Instead of an office as the spawn expected, Raphael led Astarion to a richly furnished boudoir with many chaise lounges and a bathtub that smelled of lavender and mint in the middle. On the far side of the room, he spotted a bed where a skimpily dressed devil that looked remarkably like Raphael lay. "Another client?"

"No, just another part of the House of Hope. Please, sit."

Astarion sat on one of the chaise lounges as Raphael spoke, "I can give you a potion that allows you to walk in sunlight. You would still need to avoid silver lest your allergies act up, still need to slake your thirst, but never would you have to worry about anything more than a sunburn."

"What's the catch? Surely a potion like that would have every vampire lord breaking down your door."

"Nothing gets past you, does it? No, vampire lords don't seek it out. Not because they relish in scampering through the dark like rats but because the sensation of the sun is still there."

Astarion felt what little bit of hope he had crumble to pieces then and there, "So, it doesn't work."

"Ah, that is where you, Strahd, Cazador, and every other vampire misunderstand. The potion negates all the damage from the sun, just not the pain. But what's a little pain when you can take a stroll with a pretty thing on your arm, when you can sniff roses at noon, and when you can hide from your master in plain sight."

Astarion still didn't give an answer, but he did ask, "What does the spell do?"

"It takes voices. Don't worry, your pretty throat will be left unharmed, but the voice that had brought a thousand people to their doom? The giggle that makes virgins fall into a stranger's bed? It would be the perfect display of the spell's use and the perfect addition to my collection."

One thousand. One thousand. He knew the amount of people he had brought to Cazador had been high but never past the hundreds. He suddenly felt a little sick. A thousand pairs of hands had touched him, a thousand mouths had kissed him, and a thousand people had died after having him. But with the sensitivity to sunlight removed, he would never have to do that again. "So all I have to do to ensure my master can't touch me is lose my voice and be uncomfortable while standing outside." And yet, somehow, it sounded too good to be true. "There's more, isn't there?"

"Just two little things. The first is that you must refrain from drinking the blood of thinking creatures for three days. The other is that your voice by itself isn't all I need from you."

"Spit it out, devil."

"The young man you saved today isn't any old tiefling. He was Grand Duke Ravengard's son."

"Don't lie to me. I know that Grand Marshall Ravengard's wife was a human and the Grand Duke doesn't exactly have a pair of horns."

"There's more than one way to make a tiefling. Let's just say that Mizora gave him a bit of a makeover."

"So you're saying he's hells touched."

"Indeed I am."

"I fail to see what my flirting with a prince has to do with any of this."

"I'm saying that he's valuable. Eventually, daddy will succumb to some malady or other as all humans do and little Wyll Ravengard will become Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard."

Astarion finally caught on to what Raphael was implying, "You want me to bring him to you."

"Not physically but yes. Woo, seduce, enrapture him. Wrap him around your little finger and whisper my words into his ear, putting him around mine."

"Bit brazen to steal another devil's warlock, isn't it?"

"On the contrary! Wyll was freed from his contract when Elturel sas spat back out of Avernus. This is simply filling an open position."

"I see, so live in the lap of luxury where Cazador can't touch me at the expense of my voice and some discomfort." There was just one problem, "How do I stop Cazador from compelling me back at night?"

"That's your problem. Steal a ring of mind shielding or tie yourself to your bed. I'm sure you'll think of something, you're a resourceful spawn."

"And if I fail? What's to stop me from running to Athlacka or Kozakura after realizing he only likes the company of maidens?"

"Then the potion incurs fees and I retain ownership of your soul."

"Fair enough."

"Now, don't speak so quickly, Astarion, I have a reputation to uphold. There are certain guarantees I need to decide you've taken serious steps in this endeavor. You need to get him to kiss you in three days."

"Ha! You're joking! I'll have him eating out of my palm by then."

"Not a regular kiss. True love's kiss on his part."

"You're joking, you're joking, that doesn't even exist!"

"Oh come now, where did that bravado go? Do you truly believe that you can't make a man fall in love with you in three days?"

Astarion clenched his jaw and thought about it. Here was an opportunity to get away from Cazador. And he was going to throw it away because a devil wanted him to whisper into some prince's ear? "Where do I sign?"

With a sweep of his hand, Raphael summoned a contract and a quill. Astarion read it and found the terms were laid out as described before signing it.

When it disappeared, Raphael told Astarion, "Now then, let us get to the fun part.” He led Astarion to the bed and had him lie down. The devil who had been there moved and asked, "Shall I go, Master?"

"No, I have need of you Haarlep."

"Oh, I didn't know that spell had a naughty component."

"No, just hold his wrists."

"How sad, he looks like he would be fun to play with."

Astarion freely gave his wrists to what he now knew was an incubus. He told Raphael, "This is going to hurt, isn't it?"

"I have no idea, but we can't risk you clawing my eyes out, now can we?" He straddled Astarion's waist and opened the spawn's mouth to pierce his finger, drawing runes on Astarion's throat with blood while speaking an incantation.

Suddenly, Astarion felt a pulling sensation in his throat, painful, like a fishing hook had been lodged in his larynx and an angler was trying to yank it out. His instinct was to reach for his throat and check that he hadn't been stabbed but Haarlep held firm, eerily smiling down on him. When he looked at Raphael's hands he saw a red rope of light coming from his throat. "Now, speak, sing, do everything you can to get your voice active."

Astarion nodded, saying, "My name is Astarion Ancunin. I am two hundred and forty years old and I was born in Baldur's Gate."

He felt another tug at his throat and once again tried to pull his hands away as he screamed, Haarlep holding on tight. Raphael had pulled on that magical cord and told him, "That's it, little bat, keep going."

"I was a magistrate, once, but am now a vampire spawn, hunting pretty morsels for-"

With another tug Astarion found himself silenced. A scream from that last, savage pull, dying in his throat. Haarlep let go of his hands and Astarion sat up, seeing Raphael holding up a glowing orb like a prized fish. There weren't sounds coming from it, despite what Astarion would assume. And Raphael was looking at it as well, almost amazed that it had worked, "My, isn't that lovely?"

Astarion tried to speak but no words came out. He huffed through his nose and pointed to the voice.

Raphael caught on quickly, telling him, "Oh, it's going behind glass. Protected and safe and labeled in my archive."

Astarion nodded in understanding. Yes, that made sense. Raphael would want to show it off.

Raphael then set aside Astarion's voice in a jewelry box, the magic rope disappearing as he closed it, before pulling a potion bottle out of his nightstand and uncorking it. Going to tilt Astarion's head back, he said, "Drink."

Astarion did not hesitate as the bottle was pressed to his lips. The mixture was warm and oddly fungal tasting. He was surprised that he was able to taste it at all. But as it was downed, he felt... different. Warmer. Though not quite body warm.

"Now, we can't send you out with your hands like that. Your prince charming would think you contagious. Go clean up in my bath."

Astarion nodded once more, getting up and going to dunk his hands in the pool. He found that in an instant, he was energized. All of his aches were gone, his hands were no longer covered in bumps and hives but merely slightly red. Even his minor burns were gone. He also took the opportunity to wash what little remained of the cambion's blood from his throat.

"Your clock starts at sunrise and runs out on the sunset of the third day. Nod if you understand."

Astarion nodded once again.

"Now, I'm going to send you into his path. Just do what you do best." He gestured for Astarion to follow and the spawn obeyed.

As he followed Raphael, Astarion felt as if he had, perhaps, made a mistake. He saw all manner of debtor now that he cared to look. The tiefling woman staring into the boudoir, another woman running around like a dog, and, gods, was that a man cradling and praising a full chamber pot? What was to be his fate if he failed to make Wyll fall in love? The removal of his tongue, his past under Cazador used against him? There was hardly any time to ponder though as they came to a room full of mirrors. "Ah, here we are."

They stood before a portal to Baldur's Gate. It was time to fulfill his mission. "I'll put you in his path, don't worry, just walk in."

So, Astarion did just that. He stepped through the portal, its light not harming him as he stepped into the pre-dawn of Wyrm's Rock, the home of the Grand Duke. Astarion felt rather confident if he was honest. He had saved Wyll, after all, making him fall in love should be easy.

Then the sun began to rise.

#baldur's gate 3 #fanfiction #bloodpact #wyllstarion #Astarion #wyll ravengard #raphael bg3 #cazador szarr #bg3 godey #sam writes #sam speaks

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Hi! I really like your works, I’ve just been too shy to send in anything. If your taking prayers right now, maybe a Tighnari x reader, where reader is Alhaitham’s sibling and can be described as the Akademiya’s “crazy lady” always coming up with insane/crazy theories and projects, will rant about topics that even leave the Sages scratching their heads, but still highly respected. People are really surprised when they learn that Tighnari and the reader are dating and Alhaitham's sibling. (sorry if it's a lot) I understand if your busy and not taking prayers at this time.

✅ /⭐️ Yeahh bestie I gotchu. Prayer is accepted!!

(Points to you for being a person who didn’t use anonymous xd! They can be so rare sometimes.)

Gonna make us Rtarawhist or whatever. Ngl I’m kinda in genshin as a character. Aka Layla. I used to have a mini Cryo vision and I like swords the best. My name is similar spelling to layla but has the same way of pronunciation.

Illuminating the Flora

(F reader/lil sis of Alhaitham x Tighnari)

(Characters: Tighnari, F Y/N, Alhaitham, Layla, Cyno, Nilou, Collei) (Hydro vision, Sword) (Healer / Attacker)

Sypnosis:Female reader who loves coming up with Theories that are beyond understandable to anyone else beside them(Al-Haitham excluded prob????) meets her partner. Fluff with fighting(Extroverted reader, they would be rambling on about their theories so they’d be social-?)

Story under cut! (Slight angst bc of fighting???) (Can be read as G/N if you ignore the Al Haitham calling you his sister.) (Keeping this in mind that it’s Rtawahist)

“Heyy Layla!” You said as you waved to her excitedly. Going towards the sleep-deprived woman. Holding a few pieces of paper as she saw you while near the fountain. (The one in her hangout where you meet!) She’d wave silently interested in what’s you come up with today. She and her other half found it interesting of what your brain could think of so quickly. It may not make a lot of sense to them but they see how happy you are so they don’t dare to ruin it.

“What’s you come up with this time Y/N?” She’s ask yawning in between her sentences. Having another all-nighter… placing herself on the fountains edge. Being careful to not get herself wet. You mimicked what she did before explaining what you had come up with.

“you see, if the stars and planets are made of dust, shouldn’t water in the space make them grow or dissolve? Especially the sun! It’s blazing hot! It’s worse than traveling to the desert sometimes.” You’d question yourself trying to come up with an answer as she laughed quietly. “I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t grow or dissolve. I don’t think they’d really be affected by the water.” A few talks with Layla seemed to help you with your theories and projects that you could do. Wondering if others could agree with your theories. You may be young but your mind is always head of your years. Same goes for Al-Haitham. maybe it runs in the family…

“I’ll be off Layla! Thanks for helping me sort my thoughts out.” You’d say. Waving goodbye as she went to her class. Your next class is about Zodiacs. What makes people them in a sort of way, it is believed that your birth month changes you slowly but helpful in the process.

Seeing him in the class brought you great joy. He was always early to his classes and you happen to share two classes. You took your seat as your gaze lingered on him for a bit of time. Before you turned your head away and back to the front. (Zodiacs and about plants like the Nilotpala lotus, such as why they only bloom at night or time sensitive ones.)

—After class— (idk what they learned ;-;)

“Tighnari!” You’d say as you catched up to him leaving the classroom. He stared at you with a smile before turning his head back towards his neutral view. You two turned into a different area. Seemingly no one was nearby. So they shouldn’t hear the conversations. (Someone’s gonna hear and it’s gonna be like Alhaitham)

He’d hold you gently, taking in your scent from your hair for a few moments as he wrapped his tail around you. “I heard you came up with another theory. I’d be keen on hearing it sometime before you forget it.” He’d joke, knowing you’d move from it quickly.

“Maybe later…? I just want to relax with the free-time we have today.” You’d tell him. Enjoying his warmth and presence. He lowered his ears and gazed at you lovingly. Silently telling you that he also wanted to do so. He gave you a little peck on the cheek as focused on you. Looking at what you had chosen to wear today.

A similar outfit to Layla but more adorned with jewels symbolizing wishes and more based on daylight. You always wore a different outfit with a new combo. It was refreshing to you and fun, it didn’t cost much as you had your brother getting what you wanted. (Dw you don’t buy much-)

You enjoyed the time silently as Tighnaris ears perked. Alerting the both of you, as he lowered an raised them. Hearing someone coming. But it was too late till they saw you both. It was your big brother, the scribe.

You both quickly departed from one another. Both blushing brightly as he looked with a slightly amused expression. “Al- al Haitham-?!” Tighnari stuttered, hoping he would keep a secret for him. You’d look away and towards a wall in embarrassment.

“You never told me you were dating. But I suppose my little sister always keeps her secrets hidden.” Al-Haitham said as he turned you around to not face the wall. “H-hey! I have my own life too y’know! You don’t need to be a know-it-all about me just because I’m your little sister!” You’d retaliate back to him. Not thinking about your choice of words. Whisper-shouting to him as Tighnari malfunctioned.

“Your siblings?!” He’d whisper shout at the both of you as you and him nodded. Realizing not many knew you were related and just thought you had the same last name but different families. (Like so many ppl can have the last name Takahashi bro- I have seen so many ppl with it)

“Oh you didn’t know-? I thought you did-?!” You’d say back at Tighnari. Hoping the whisper shouts wouldn’t gather your friends or strangers.

“No I didn’t!” He’d say as Tighnari held one of your hands. “Realizing it now I should’ve known sooner… same last name and age.” He’d sigh, lowering his ears and tail in dissapointment.

“Hey it’s okay! Not many people know…”’your state trying to cheer him up as Al-Haitham talked to him about being your boyfriend. He had trust in him that he would take care of you. Walking away from the area and onto the outside / entrance / threshold of the akademiya.

(After announcing your relationship with Tighnari and being siblings with Al-Haitham.)

People were gasping. It’s as if they struggled to breathe oxygen. Leaving many shocked and puzzled. None knew about your lover and brother.

Turns out Tighnari needed a few materials from the desert. So you went with him. Unknowingly, the news about your status of being Al-Haitham sister spreaded quicker than the reaction, a target now plagued into your back unknowingly. Tighnari flicked his ears, getting cautious as the fur on his tail bristled.

You noticed this quickly. He grabbed you suddenly, dragging you away from what seemed to be eremites. Dodging their arrows as you both hid behind some tall rocks. He’d shush you quickly as he heard them going closer. Grabbing your hand again. Leaving before they went to your spot. Using your hydro vision to make the sand wet in a different direction. The eremites followed it. You both successfully left.

or do you thought. Eremites came up from behind as they happened to have backup. Your eyes widened as Tighnari went in front of you. Getting stabbed into his stomach. Shielding you from the hit.

You’d shout at the eremites seeing what they did. Healing Tighnari quickly as he got up. Using his mine to confuse the eremites. You used it as a chance to bloom as he used his three quick charged shots. Healing him with your skill. Dodging attacks as they swung at you, hitting your arm as you got knocked to the ground. Dodging more attacks while kicking them away and up onto your feet using your burst while Tighnari used his. (For context, you summon stars to follow you and heal everyone while having increased crit dmg,rate,atk and healing. The stats have a big first impact like Kiraras but has a decent amount of damage after its first few hits. Skill is you harnessing hydro power like Candace and dealing healing/dmg.)

“There’s still more?!” You’d state as more kept coming towards the both of you. Keeping your health from hits up high. (Tighnaris still wounded, it’s not like in genshin where they get injuries and nothing happens beside hp bar.) A flash of lightning appeared with a wave. It was cyno and Nilou?!

“I was looking for these eremites.” Cyno stated as he charged forward. “I saw you both fighting and went to go get cyno!” Nilou said worriedly as she helped with the fight. Eventually the waves of eremites ended quickly. Seeing cyno was always a bad sight for those against him.

“Thank you cyno and nilou!” You’d say as you looked at them for a few moments hearing them speak as you tended to Tighnaris wounds carefully. Using your hydro power to heal him.

“You’re welcome Tighnari and Y/N.” They’d both stated as you checked on everyone’s injuries. They left as you took Tighnari back to Gandharva Ville.

“Heyy! Collei!” You’d say as you saw collei coming closer to the two of you. Worrying about the both of you as you headed with Tighnari to get himself patched up. When he woke up collei left you both alone with one another.

“I’m sorry narii! It’s my fault you got injuries if I just never announced it with you and kept it a secret for a little longer-MMH?!” You’d state as he kissed you. Preventing you from bad-mouthing yourself. He held you close as you stared at his blood-stained jacket on the side. Wrapping his tail around you comforting you efficiently.

“You did great. Don’t be a worrywart for me?”He’d ask you, looking at you with slight puppy eyes and adoration. His voice was soothing as you both sat in comfortable silence. You eventually fell asleep.

(ENDING 1)

He gently Carried you to the bed. Making sure to not wake you up as he gazed at you when he settled you down and went next to you. Wrapping his tail against you again as he put his chin above your head. Using his arms to bring you closer to him. You leaned into his touch and into his chest. He gazed at you and played with your hair for a few moments before falling asleep.

(ENDING 2)

He gazed at you sleeping in his arms. Staying in the hug position as he grabbed a nearby book and read it. Preparing and studying for tests. Knowing you’ll need his help later on with preparation. He gathered a few bits of info and left it on the side. Putting you on the couch as he left to go do work with collei before returning shortly.

(Kinda glad how this turned out ngl! This was fun imo as I like being super imaginative about certain things.)

(Hope you enjoyed!!)

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meili-sheep · 2 years ago

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As a Diluc simp and former main (I use Dehya, SORRY MY BELOVED 😭😭😭) I really love your Diluc Harem!

I wonder how the harem will react if Diluc got kidnapped, how do they find out and save him?

Sorry I'm just craving for Diluc contents 🥲

So you aren't going to find me throwing stones. Because I love Diluc and Dehya. And in particular, I put them together as Pyro Claymore siblings. And, of course, with little sister Xinyan.

Of course. Let's get to the Harem.

First off, let's make it clear Diluc being kidnapped is rare. There probably were a few attempts when he was a kid, so he's a little desensitized. But honestly, to really kidnap him, they will need to knock him out and probably keep him knocked out. And probably needs to be through a sedative.

Albedo

Albedo is a knight of Favonius, and while his priority is studying Alchemy. He still is a knight.

When the knights get the ransom letter. Albedo is already setting in motion his plan for punishment. And way to prevent it from happening again. You see, Albedo isn't really a person who gets angry. But when he is, his anger is very, cold, very calculated, and every action he takes is well thought out to deal with the problem that has angered him. And there is no mercy. You've put so much effort into getting him this angry it's only fair you get its full effects.

So he would act as the Mediator between the Knights and the Treasure Hoards and act like he's going to go pay them the ransom. But the minute he sees (sedated) Diluc and Puts him into some form of safety. He will unleash hell.

Moment of birth? More Like a Moment of death. Megadeath.

And he probably gets Jean to assign someone to watch the Dawn manor afterward. Maybe even being a "personal" bodyguard for a bit.

Al Haitham

So I see this more as someone trying to get to Al Haitham through Diluc. And we know how Al Haitham feels about indirect actions. And I generally think the moment Al Haitham gets a bad feeling, he starts planning for the worst-case scenario. So when he gets the note saying, "We have your lover," He already has a plan and an idea of who it is.

So the upset scholars or old Sages only have like an hour after Al Haitham gets the note before he's there in front of them. And not happy.

Because they have wasted their time, Diluc's time, and his own. He would again probably work closely with Cyno and make a few... requests. Regarding proper punishment. Maybe even getting Nahida involved.

Ayato

So again, this is probably the Nobushi trying money or something from the Yashiro commission.

And OOOOH BOY.

Like Ayato. He's an asshole. And partly, he's intentionally an asshole. But he is a master of the game. "Fuck around and Find Found."

AND THEY ARE ABOUT TO FUCKING FIND OUT.

Because here is the thing. He wouldn't really be politically limited. He could totally go to Tenryou commission and be like. "I am going to hunt some nobushi because they have interfered with Yashiro matter." And what's Kujou gonna do??? Stop him??? So hell is coming and it's coming with a smile.

And the thing. Ayato would let them live and eventually had them over to Kujou. Just to keep things friendly. But he would still probably... Make some agreements with Sara.

Diluc? Oh, he's getting majorly spoiled afterward. Also a bodyguard that follows him back to Mondstadt just to give Ayato "Piece of mind."

Childe

Do you know how to spell the word DEAD? Because I do. And anyone that touches Diluc will learn.

Afterward, Diluc had to deal with Fatui patrolling the winery afterward. And if it was the Fatui. haha Oops! Childe accidentally destroyed the whole base.

Eula

So this is another treasure hoard case.

But the moment She gets the note, she doesn't waste or really think. Eula will absolutely act almost instantly. She will hunt them like dogs. And she would personally drag them back, probably getting Amber to escort Diluc home while she deals with the Hoards.

From there, she probably takes up duties as his personal bodyguard for a bit. Because it's revenge for worrying her so much.

I can see there even being a chance where Diluc just offers he a job as his bodyguard if she's really that worried, but I don't know if she would take it or not as much as she (and I) would love it.

Itto

This is a tough one because, well, I have trouble seeing how Itto would even know Diluc got kidnapped. If fact, I can see him being mistaken as a kidnapper.

But let's say that maybe Itto is going to see Diluc but see some Nobushi dragging a pass-out Diluc away. It might take a second for it to click. But I feel he would be terrified because Itto's really not the type who gets mad, per say.

I think he definitely would remind people he's an Oni, though. And He'd do everything in his power to make sure Diluc gets back safely, even if it means he has to go and beg Sara for help.

Kaveh

So I definitely see Kaveh trying to pay off the people who kidnapped Diluc. Digging himself deep in debt. But of course, they wouldn't give Diluc back. Because they've milked money out of Kaveh, it's time to milk the Winery itself.

But Kaveh would instantly go to Cyno and Al Haitham for help. If Diluc was in trouble, he'd absolutely give up any pride. And while I think he's strong and he knows he can take care of himself. He's not a fighter. So he'd ask people for help.

Then afterward big himself into EVEN MORE DEBT to pay Dehya to be Diluc's bodyguard.

Thoma

Thoma doesn't not ask a lot of Kamisato siblings. Even if they ask him to. They want to help him to ask friends. But he's not the type to ask for anything. He much rather is the one helping.

So when he comes in on hands and knees begging for their help in safely reducing Diluc. They both would give it their all. And Diluc would be home before the day's end.

To be honest the whole of Rito would probably get together to save Diluc just for Thoma's sake. And After they would see that both Diluc and Thoma would get any care they need.

Xiao

I...

I do not know what to tell you

Because first off. Xiao would never allow this to happen. NEVER. Second. If it did happen. Their head would be disconnected from their bodies so fast it wouldn't be funny.

Zhongli

So Do you wanna meet Morax?

Because that's how you meet Morax. Like Zhongli does his best to live a happy and peaceful life. But if you wanna see the Geo Archon? Then that's how you see the Geo Archon. Probably Dragon form and all.

And he might even stay like that for a bit and just cuddle around Diluc. Big lizard around the tiny warm boyfriend. Very sweet. Very good.

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itscontinental · 1 month ago

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Faithfully transcribed with minor edits primarily spelling.

The smell of hunger, primarily, or, perhaps you stink. They are so similar to us and we address them with the utmost sympathy; dignity is of great import in Continent. All in Continent would tell you al- though there are not many left and... and we: alone are the only Continental Breakfast. alone, oh yes; in Continent and lonely (are we Breakfast--lo) and oh once said and sounded:"HOLY HOLY HOLY"--them! A delight to the senses; isn't it? "HOLY" is it not my friend?

(yes)**

Agreed! we are glad (for)--this--nor alone, but, in fact (are), in thre- es! and (three) including you (and even if you never eat. or of all the courses-filth & sex, took you the course discussed as "THE", amid disgust in myriad of courses-********core ****** or take away Elijahs feet)! Anderm// Oh.... our appology... carried away a moment in the... there's'n't' a term, where we are... a glow, aglim against your glassy maw that's two that's eating all aglow against although against that's breeding all us glimmer in and feeding us to what god we see which is a somehing we know because we go inside it oh, to be-- behind the oneing maws where idea becomes electricity and blood and many other things by which you are absorbed and as a part, and how we detest the time outside you... Outside the soul of what you think... (XX) Alive, inside (XXX)or one beside the (XXXX) one who rarely speaks ... Oh, what is that stench? Have you had Breakfast Have you? Jesus lord have you had anything at all to eat?

I think you've found the wrong guy.

2. I think I'd rather go to sleep. 3. Happy fucking Halloween; the woods were DEEPLY haunted by things quite nice and then by things quite mean. 4. **Suited as citation to belong to tags and so tag be; below find: tag "#a.**" & continuation of our "#a**" find what follows in tag "#b.**" (sameso see "#***" below which works the same but has no Consequential meaning)

#Continental Breakfast #Itscontinental #poetry #original writing #writblr #a.** (we would note one: “yes” was once companioned by “concussive” but robbed that rather we may here #b.**concuss in place of there in silence and here instead with our fists against the table and our fit a thing a thief conspires)#***incidentally the most important meal of the day #Transcribed

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zahri-melitor · 1 year ago

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Follow on to the “out of context panels” thing - sometimes the issue is that those panels still ARE special, if you’ve read the whole story and know the entire context. But you can’t post all that context, and equally you can’t expect anyone else to import all the same meaning when they look at it.

So to the original poster of the moment encapsulates everything they feel about the run/storyline. To someone who hasn’t read all the same things, they can only interpret based on what is presented. And especially when you’re posting the hard-won emotional moment after a long story, people without the context just start riffing off that and reposting it, without the background of how it was achieved.

Let’s take my favourite panels of Red Robin #12.

Now I love these panels, but I know perfectly well the reasons why I personally love them are not the reasons they tend to get shared around fandom. (For one, Ra’s’ kick is rarely/never posted) The focus tends to be on the “I saved the people he loved” text boxes.

That’s not why I love them, however.

To me, it’s the replay of the epilogue of Resurrection of Ra’s al Ghul from, where Yost and To explicitly go ‘you got that we reran this exact story, right? Right?’ to their audience, as they’re explicitly referencing THIS page from ‘Tec 840:

Ra’s kicked Tim out a window the exact same way that Bruce kicked Ra’s. Both Ra’s and Tim are fighting with BRUCE - they’re just fighting him by proxy with each other.

If you are unaware this happened, you miss SO MUCH of what’s happening in those two pages of RR 12. They’re even framed similarly.

Also using the context of this, there’s a fascinating parallel that wasn’t anticipated by the creators, but is extremely useful for arguing against fanon.

In ‘Tec 840, the next time we see Ra’s, he’s unconscious in Arkham Asylum.

In RR 12, we get the Dick catch and the “you’re my brother” scene in the Cave.

Given the mirroring, do I really have to spell out the implication that Dick doesn’t think Tim should be in Arkham? No?

But if I just posted the catch with the caption “Dick doesn’t think Tim should be in Arkham” nobody would understand what I meant.

Or here’s another example of “import your own context” - this panel from Streets of Gotham #21 is hysterically funny to me, someone who has read all of Dini’s ‘Tec and Streets of Gotham run. It’s the payoff of a whole HOST of Hush stories and several others.

I adore how STUPID it is.

To someone without that context, there’s a good chance they don’t even accurately identify who is Tommy Elliot here.

The panels you see circulating will always be slightly out of context because you can never predict that you’ve read the exact same set of relevant comics as another person. The best you can do is point people to what implication you’re taking from the scene (and hope all the sweet hugs don’t get reposted completely stripped of context as they inevitably will be)

(Also everyone who reads RR should read Resurrection INCLUDING the epilogue, the entire missing conversation of what Dick thinks through all this is right there in Resurrection for you, you don’t have to make stuff up)

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saltyfishdream · 1 year ago

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Scaramouche (Wanderer) x Reader Hogwarts AU

GN!Reader, in this fic Wanderer will be referred to Scara, and al student characters in this fic are first years (A little practice for writing romantic scenes in future works, constructive criticism is welcome)

(But still fuck JKR)

Enjoy! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Well, well, well, I wonder if people now are really stupid enough to enter the Forbidden Forest at night, huh?” Scara asked loudly before Potions– the first lesson you both would have together. The other Slytherin students around him just laughed and slapped each others' backs in response. You try to disregard the comment, given what had happened last night. But then you see the glint in his eyes when he not-so-coincidentally looks in your direction. You know what he's talking about. To be precise, who he's talking about. You look away immediately, pretending to read your Potions textbook.

Before you could even properly read those nonsensical ingredient names, Diluc and Kaeya sit down on the same bench as you do.

"Wow. It's rare that you're so hardworking," Kaeya says when he sees you, "I never thought that you could read upside down."

You look at your textbook. And embarrassingly find that everything, even the diagrams, are misplaced upside down.

You close the book just to see that only the cover isn't misplaced. "What the-" You scowl. You swear that it wasn't some magic spell gone wrong when you were testing them. By how much you hated Potions, Professor Albedo had warned everyone not to use their textbooks as "objects to test your spells on", and you would strictly follow that for life. You grit your teeth. The only person possible to do this to you, to get you into trouble is Scara. You shoot a long stare at the dark blue-haired boy, who makes a silly face as he notices you. “Those Slytherins…” You curse under your breath.

Diluc grabbed the empty seat between you and Kaeya, sending a glance to the laughing, jeering Slytherins. None of them noticed. "Please don't tell me that you were really… gutsy enough to go into the Forbidden Forest by yourself last night," Diluc rubbed his temples with two fingers and sighed. You didn't want to respond. You were actually planning to tell your friends about how you encountered a centaur attack by yourself and lived to tell the story… maybe not all by yourself, but close. However, when you rushed into the Great Hall this morning, miraculously avoiding trouble, people were already filing out for their classes. Hey, at least you get to have some peace and quiet at breakfast. And now you're too tired to even focus on anything for staying up the whole night. Before you can open your mouth to speak, Professor Albedo is already at the front of the classroom.

“Now, take out your textbooks and turn to page six hundred and eighty two…” He says. You listen, but as you turn the pages you realize something worse. The pages' order is messed up. What happened to be supposedly page three hundred and ninety four appeared to be page fifty, then it's page one hundred and one.

You look around nervously, trying to ignore Scara’s snickering behind you.

Diluc whispers a “What's wrong?” and Kaeya passes a note to you. Is it your textbook? The note says. You rip off a piece of paper from your parchment. Yes. It's Scara again. I think he hexed my textbook. You write and push the parchment to Kaeya.

Tell Professor Albedo?/j no I don't think you have a death wish. Kaeya replies a while later. You chuckle at the remark. You've rarely seen anyone using muggle slang here–

"Mx. y/n, what's so funny?" Professor Albedo asks. You look up from the note. Everyone in the classroom is looking at you. You look at Scara on reflex, only to see him almost wheezing uncontrollably.

"Nothing, sir," You use a hundred and twenty percent of your willpower to ignore Scara's childish antics, "I'd keep my focus."

The Potions professor walks to your seat and takes his wand out, muttering some spell nobody can hear. The piece of parchment burns in your hands with a lilac flame.

"And–" He reminds you, "We are on page six hundred and eighty two, not page forty-nine."

You flip through the textbook, trying to find the right page. "Its six hundred and eighty two," Professor Albedo tells you as you frantically search for the page. But a full minute of searching and you are in vain.

Albedo looks closely at your textbook. "Let me see it," He says in a stern voice you have never heard before. You don't dare to inch away or do anything to stop him. Your heart is raised to the top of your throat.

He flips over a few pages, even looking at the cover to examine your textbook.

"Hexed textbook. I've told you not to use textbooks– at least textbooks of my subject to test your spells on. It's just a month into the term, and you've already forgotten about it." His voice was full of disbelief, disappointment seeping from his words, "And you even dare pass notes. To be frank I'd hate to do this, but your behavior makes it necessary for me to give you a detention. And ten points from Gryffindor." Your heart does a huge drop into a bottomless pit. Detention? You've never gotten detention before. And the fact that you got one from Professor Albedo is… just… You stare at Scara. If looks were a weapon, the whole classroom would've died from a nuclear explosion.

“See me at seven in the evening,” The Potions master hands you a piece of paper, with the words “Detention slip” written on it.

Scara, unlike his arrogant self, looked at you in shock, as if he was just an innocent peasant. You turn away from him. You knew that he'd always pranked you, but getting you in detention by this is… You can't think of a word for that under all that rage. You would rather be caught going into the Forbidden Forest than this. At least venturing into the Forest was a choice of your own, and you really can't point your finger at anyone for that.

You scowl. At least Kaeya offers to share his textbook with you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Soon it's seven in the evening, and you drag your tired self into Professor Albedo's classroom.

You knock, and Albedo says "Come in."

The door opens, showing Albedo sitting at his desk, and… Scara?

“Sit down,” Albedo says, pointing at the seat next to Scara.

You look at Albedo in disbelief. But you don't dare do anything else besides taking the seat.

“What are we now, detention buddies?" You scoff under your breath, only loud enough for Scara to hear.

Albedo spoke again before you could get Scara to say something, “You two would be doing lines here today.” You gulp. You've heard of how scary doing lines is from the others— you might have to write in your own blood, carving the sentence into your flesh. At least the fact that you're not the only one suffering from this cheers you up a bit.

“Scaramouche, you'd be copying ‘I will never hex others’ textbooks' for a hundred times,” Albedo continues, probably ignoring the concern on your face.

So it really was Scara who hexed your textbook! But why was he still here if he could've gotten away from it? He seemed to be the last person to be confessing to doing all this. You look at Scara, who has put on a serious, but calm face for the time being, unable to read his expression.

“As for Y/N, you have the responsibility to keep your textbooks well and you failed at it, so you'd be copying ‘I will keep my textbooks well’ a hundred times. Don’t be too worried though. There’s no blood involved as long as you learn your lesson.”

Albedo then gives you two each a parchment, a jar of ink and a quill before returning to his desk, getting to work.

You also start with your lines. The sooner you get this over with, the better. You haven't had dinner, and if you get to the Great Hall too late there's likely nothing left for you. But the main reason is that you didn't want to face the very person who got you into this in the first place.

As you keep copying the same sentence over and over, lost in the repetitiveness of black ink and slightly yellowed parchment, Scara's scratchy voice breaks your flow.

"It was my fault. I was too hot-headed and underestimated any impacts all these pranks and dares would bring. You shouldn't have ended up here. I made a stupid mistake myself just for… your reaction, and I can't bear to see you in trouble for my... selfish desires."

You look at him as if he had turned into a gigantic floating knight in shiny armor and sprouted a second pair of arms.

That was him? Scara? Apologizing to you? Were you dead and this was heaven?

“It should all be my responsibility, okay? In the end I'm no better than the Malfoy scum all those years ago. I should've known that you hated it… I should've... thought about you.” He hung his head in shame, letting out a few pitiful laughs.

Your hand inches to pinch yourself. It hurts, and Scara is still shaking his head in regret. “Fine. Apology accepted,” You say, “Promise not to prank me again?”

“Promise,” Scara replies with a light smile on his face, “And guess what? Actually I find you fascinating.”

You audibly roll your eyes. “Seriously, Scara! You've just been forgiven and you're back to this again! You should join the Drama club!”

And you both laugh. So loud that Albedo hears. He tells you to remain silent, but you can see his slight grin, not hidden under his pretend-serious face

#fanfiction #fanfic #scaramouche #wanderer #scara #scara x reader #genshin scara #genshin wanderer #scara x y/n #wanderer genshin #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin imagines #hogwarts au

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indigooo74 · 1 year ago

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Everything Will Be Okay

TW-Seizures and mentions of needles/injections

Chapter 2-News

A few healers walked up to us, one of them kneeled down and laid Darius on his side as he continued to shake violently, it was horrible to watch.

“..How long has he been like this?” One of the healers asked

“A minute, I-I’ve never seen him like this before, is he going to be okay?” I ask, I was panicking.

“Okay..” The healer said. One of them gave her a needle, she soon injected it into Darius’s arm, and soon enough Darius had stopped shaking, he was breathing heavily tho.

I approached him and began to caress his hair “…it’s okay..I promise..” I spoke in a soft calm tone, even though I was still panicking.

I looked down at Darius, his eyes were now closed however, there was something dripping from his mouth “…what’s that?..” I asked still caressing his hair.

“….He might’ve foamed a little but, sometimes it can be normal if he ever has this again” the healer spoke.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Mr. Blight, what your boyfriend had is called a seizure, this one specifically is called a grand mal seizure, this could be from the fact that he had a head injury…we’ll run some tests after he recovers from this, maybe give him some minutes and then we’ll run the tests” The healer said, I gave her a nod.

I wiped a bit of the foam with my sleeve, I looked at her again.

“Will he have them permanently?” I asked, worried.

“Well, it’s a possibility but, he’ll be fine..” The healer explained.

“…Could he die from any of these?..” I asked.

“…that can rarely happen, as long as you take care of him he’ll be okay, besides he will have to take medications..” The healer said.

Darius slowly woke up, he looked around, he had no idea what had happened “…Where am I? What happened?” Darius asked.

“…Hello Mr.Deamonne, you’re basically in the hospital, you just had a seizure attack, we are also going to run some tests on you in about 44 minutes if that’s okay..” The healer said.

Darius nodded, he looked exhausted after that, he sat up and looked at me.

“Hey Al..” Darius said, he gave me a small weak smile but, I smiled back.

One of the healers helped him up, I helped him walk back to his room but he soon stopped me and looked at the healer.

“Where is my son?..” Darius asked.

“Hunter right?…” The healer asked, Darius gave her a nod “…His leg is broken but other than that, he’s doing fine” The healer spoke.

“…thank Titan..” Darius said, we soon headed back to his room.

Darius had laid back down on his bed, I looked down still a little worried, Darius noticed that and grabbed my hand.

“…Everything will be okay, even if I have that again, I’ll be okay!” Darius said and gave me a kiss.

I looked up at Darius, he was smiling again “….Thanks honey…I’m sorry it’s just, I’ve never seen that happen and it scared me..” I explained, some tears fell from my eyes.

Darius had wiped my tears “I know but, I’ll be okay..” Darius assured.

A few minutes passed, Darius and I walked to another room where Darius was going to get his tests, he sat down and looked at me, he held my hand tightly, he was nervous.

“…it’s not going to hurt… I promise..” I said, Darius used a spell circle to summon his Palisman, bell appeared on his hand.

“Hey do you want me to tie your hair up or something?” I asked.

“Could you?..” Darius asked, I walked up to him and tied his dread locks into a ponytail “…You’re very pretty..” I said.

Darius giggled and blushed “thank you dear..” Darius said.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if you dyed the tips of your dreads purple?” I asked.

“Huh that is a good idea, maybe we’ll do that once I get ou-“ Darius said but, he was soon interrupted by, Amity and Hunter.

“Dad! Are you okay?!” Amity said and walked up to Darius and I, Hunter followed along.

Amity hugged the both of us “thank Titan you are both okay, I was worried something bad happened” Amity spoke.

Hunter looked at Darius “…Are you okay, I-I heard Alador screaming for help and the nurse talking about something called a seizure..” Hunter said;

Darius looked down then back at me “..He had one but, the doctors are gonna be running tests to see if he has epilepsy or if that seizure was a one time..” I spoke, Darius nodded.

Hunter was still worried, he just held Darius, Darius picked Hunter up and hugged him “Hey, I promise once we get out of here, everything will be okay…” Darius said.

“O-Okay..” Hunter mumbled, Darius had messed with his hair and placed him down when the healers arrived.

They first did a simple check up on Darius, then Darius laid down on the bed, they created a spell circle on top on his head and checked to see if he had any serious injuries.

After a few minutes, the healer looked at me “…So, his head injury where he originally hit his head before, those are causing his seizures and even if we heal him or do surgery on it, he will still have seizures, one thing I recommend is that he takes potion medications, they may have a few side effects like nausea and dizziness but, it’s to help him not have any seizures though, those won’t stop it permanently, I suggest Darius stay here for maybe about 2-3 days, we will run a small test tomorrow on him and once the 2-3 days are over, you guys can go..” The healer explained.

Darius sighed and looked down.

“Thank you so much..” I spoke and looked back at Darius “…should we head back?…” I asked.

Darius looked at me, he just genuinely seem upset “…Yea..” he replied.

Darius, Amity, Hunter and I headed back to his room, Darius sat on his bed hugging his knees, he didn’t didn’t say anything.

Amity comforted him “I’m sure you’ll get through this…” She said.

“…Yea…I hope so..” Darius replied, he held my hand tightly, tears fell from his eyes.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek “….please don’t cry…” I spoke comforting Darius aswell.

“We’ll get through this together..” I said.

Chapter 1 👇

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