What I’m actually thinking about 90% of the time is

The magic trope where character A uses some of their life source to heal character B’s otherwise fatal injury but as a result, B can now sense A’s energy level. When A is tired, the magic fades in proportion - the wound would throb if it was a small tired but grows more intense the more the magic dissipates.

Anyway the particular scene I love goes like:

A and B are separated in battle with A facing the big bad while B handles things on the ground, fighting off minions and evacuating civilians. B is running through the battlefield and they double over in pain as if someone is stabbing them over and over. They’re bleeding heavily, but there’s no one around them. B’s heart drops - the magic, the tether.. is just gone. Screaming A’s name, they stand, gripping their wound and leaning on their sword, and stagger towards the centre of conflict to find them.

Hey, escape with me for a minute

Character A: a healer that treats by absorbing pain, no one knows about their power they just think they’re an amazing healer, chatty, hilarious, never seen outside the healer’s tent

Meets

Character B: stoic soldier who can’t feel pain, has a menacing aura, not one for words but can’t help but smirk at A’s jokes, lots of emotional baggage

Scenes goes something like:

B is brought into the healer’s tent after sustaining a serious abdominal injury during battle. They’re losing consciousness and blood pours out of their wound. B is placed on the bed and A presses down on the wound with a cloth. They try to work their magic but there’s nothing. A removes the cloth, pressing into the wound with their bare hands, blood immediately coating their arms. Nothing. Shit, they have to do this the hard way.

~

When B wakes, they see A checking their fluids beside them. A looks pale and their breathing is shaky. Another patient screams on a bed somewhere. A inhales sharply, pressing a hand to their face and closing their eyes. When they open them, they see B’s eyes watching.

Fantasy prompt on Immortals - Whump, H/C are always a given :)

Characters A and B are a couple that used to love to travel. One day, they’re deep in the forest and come across a cave. Inside, sleeps a minor God who is chained there as punishment for mischief. The couple accidentally wake them. The God is bitter for being woken and reminded of their imprisonment. They lash out on the two humans giving them immortality and no mortal weakness except one.

Each other.

If any other person tries to harm them, weapons will just pass through. No blade can cut them. No poison can kill them. But the catch is, as soon as they are near each other, they are more susceptible to injury. Normal blades can’t cut them but an enchanted one might. And not to leave out the most important part but any weapon or means of killing will work if done directly by the other person. They are completely at each other’s mercy.

The couple feel the ground shake as soon as the curse is given. The cave begins to collapse around them. They just manage to make it out. Adrenaline fading, they look at each other. Both are sceptical but something innate tells them it’s true. They decide to call truce, no longer able to stomach the fact that the other person is how they will die, and separate for centuries.

Until..

A walks out of their house into the crisp morning air. It’s a humble abode they’ve built for themselves in seclusion. The morning is silent save for the crunch of their footsteps.. and the explosive sound of a gun. It’s hits them in the thigh and pain explodes in their leg. They fall, blood immediately pooling on the ground.

Panic sets through A.

‘No, there’s no way.. Impossible,’ they mutter.

It cannot be B, they have always kept tabs on each other’s whereabouts and made sure it was always at least the diameter of the Earth away.

'B!’ A calls. Silence resumes.

Overwhelmed by pain which they have not felt for centuries, A maneuvers themself back inside. They haphazardly stitch themselves up and bandage their thigh. They couldn’t find a bullet so they figure it was a graze. Unable to get up, they lay there. Feeling cold and faint, they stay unmoving and pass out.

A wakes hours later to banging at their door. Grimacing, they pull themselves up using nearby furniture. They move from object to object, limping heavily until they reach the door. Delirious, they open it. Their half lidded eyes open wide in shock. It’s B.

A lunges for them. 'You bastard, you..’ A slurs curse words ancient and new. B grabs them by the shoulders, fingers digging in.

'I should be the one saying that..’ But their words falter when they see the state of A, feverish and bathed in their own blood. B lets them fall into their arms.

'Oof’ B groans at the sudden weight, hand reaching for their side.

When they look down at A, the latter is barely awake. Their face is drained of blood, their body is only held upright by B’s arm.

'Let me go’ A says coldly.

And honestly, B would love to. Holding A’s weight to their abdomen presses on their wound. Yet, they hold A up, helping them limp to a seat before collapsing into one themselves. Unbuttoning their shirt, B bares the bandages that bind an injury to their side. Blood has bloomed through. Face set in a wince, A stares at B’s wound.

'I didn’t..’ They start.

'You give me no reason to doubt that’

'How did you get here so fast?’

'It took me a whole day. That’s not fast.. When did you get hurt?’

'A couple hours ago, I don’t know, this morning’

'No I wasn’t close enough. It couldn’t be someone using the loophole’

'Then who?’

B’s fingers pinch the space between their eyes. They groan.

'The God’

'The God? But..’

'A, we were both shot but there is no bullet. Nothing’

Looking at their wound now, its placement on A’s thigh, they realise it couldn’t have been a graze. There should be a bullet in their thigh. But there wasn’t.

'So what now? We go hunting for a GOD?’ A’s voice is raspy. They’re fading and exhausted.

B nods and stands slowly, hissing in pain. They place a blanket over A’s bloody form as they watch as A’s eyes close.

'But the truce holds, darling. Now that we’re together, I cannot let you out of my sight’

Gorgeous

An indestructible hero falls to their knees in pain. Blood pours from a wound inflicted by villain. Hero’s confused face turns to helplessness. Villain’s eyes widen in shock that they were actually able to injure Hero.

‘What is happening? How.. Argh,’ Hero groans as they clutch their wound, the edges of their vision is growing dark.

Villain watches Hero’s face. The way their nostrils flare and their lips curl. Perfect teeth grinding against each other. 'Does it hurt Hero? Do you want me to kiss it better?’

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jediheretic:

i love pitting classically trained magic users against self-taught magic users in sci-fi/fantasy but it shouldn’t be snobbish disdain for them it should be terror

“WHO TAUGHT YOU LIGHTNING BEFORE BASIC TELEKINESIS. LOSING MY MIND WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU JUST DID IT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAST WITH YOUR BARE HANDS”

A guide to knowing if Your Fantasy Ruler is Evil

If they are being called:

• Emperor: Evil, Emperor starts with E and is the most Evil of rulership
• Chancellor: Evil by association of Emperor, the -or ending is a symbol of being diabolically evil
• King: Typically evil, or at least a bad father. However, there is a chance for bumbling good kings.
  
• The braveheart/lionheart/ect: Good. Without doubt. Because fancy titles totally make people nice
• Queen: Nearly always evil. Or dead.
  
• Prince/Princess: The purest soul to ever exist, the best person in the world.
  
• (Prime) Minister: Rhymes with Sinister, must be evil.
• President: Ehhhhhh, 50-50 chance of being evil.
  
• Captain: Highly dependent on location. Often there is both a good and evil captain from differing places. A solidly neutral title.
  
• Dictator: A great guy, 10/10, definitely not evil *exaggerated, mildly fearful winking*
  
• Just their name: …Wait what? Who does that???