#lazgriff

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5, 11 & 20 for any of ur oc ships/otp!

omg I didn't actually expect to get any asks, I saved it more for myself to reference later fhjagdj but now I'm excited to write yayyyy!!!!! thank uu :DDD

5: Describe their cozy night in.

— Utsuki/Haru:

Since both of them are high schoolers and live with their parents/guardians, spending a night together is kind of an occasion in of itself, but still, like, a cozy, casual "date"

it's girl's night! at least that's what Haru tells her parents ^^;;

they don't care, especially if Utsuki is staying over after a study session that went on too long. As long as their daughter is doing good in school it's fine

if they're not too tired and don't have class the next day, they'll make/get something sweet to eat, watch a nostalgic movie, maybe do a craft together and chat until the early morning, all as quietly as possible as to not bother anyone past bedtime

Haru isn't all that comfortable with touch, so she actually prefers to sleep in separate beds. it still feels very close tho, as they keep talking (whispering) to each other even after the lights are out, until one of them falls asleep <33

11: Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

— Dália/Saeran & Ray

It depends on how long has passed since the events of the canon story, but mostly yes on Dália's side. I mean she doesn't even let HERSELF acknowledge those feelings...

I interpret Saeran as a system: host Saeran, who Dália is dating and is the one fronting most of the time; suit Saeran, who prefers to keep his distance from her (and vice versa tbh); and Ray, who is also kinda dating Dália but he fronts way less and isn't as present as Saeran, so their relationship is more of a d/s dynamic than that of girlfriend/boyfriend

Being the one that knows her best, host Saeran doesn't hide his feelings at all, and he notices if she tries to do so. It's also with him that she's most comfortable being open with, so note the "if"

Ray tries to hide his feelings bc he's ashamed, but fails. He's usually too flustered and in his own head to notice when Dália hides things from him, tho

Suit hides his feelings AND knows Dália also does, but he doesn't want to pry and just leaves it be. He feels guilty for what happened in the main story, and Dália keeps her distance bc she's too scared to confront her own feelings about it.

20: Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

— Lazarus/Griffith:

I like this one bc it focuses more on the 'secret' part of 'secret relationship', which is just crucial to laz and griff's whole thing

Before lovers, they're confidants. yeah, lazarus is completely obsessed with griffith, but griffith doesn't even like him that much (at least at first) The only reason he kept him around is because Lazarus offered a secrecy no one else could, and would THEN come to form a bond with him based on that trust.

Lazarus is basically the family doctor for the royalty, on top of being very knowledgeable about poisons and a bit of an alchemist (nerd) So his job is to listen to nobles sharing their physical weaknesses and gross secrets and telling them abt each different poison whenever someone feels like doing an assassination. (he never participates and will refuse to even listen to anything related, hes just a "I'm here to share my scientific expertise with my patients; whatever they choose to do with that information is not my business" kinda guy)

basically, he's privy to A LOT of stuff, and has lasted so long in that position bc he takes patient confidentiality REALLY FUCKING SERIOUSLY. and then he sees griffith for the first time ever and decides he'll make an exception for this random twink. lol.

So Griffith is drawn to him as a resource for political games and shit, right? but then, also, Lazarus is someone that Griffith doesn't have to impress. He's already obsessed with him, he's not a noble able to give him land or titles, and he's not a hawk putting his faith in Griffith's dream, so there's no outside pressure for Griffith to maintain his facade.

There's literally nothing Griffith COULD do that Lazarus would blame him for, even if it's outright evil shit. If Griffith is weak or tired or conflicted in front of Lazarus, he'd never tell anyone or think less of griffith, so it's him, and only him, that griff seeks out when he needs help

in short, their bond is based on that trust and secrecy rather than, like, attraction. they're not really lovers, i'd say they're co-conspirators with benefits 😌😌

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i writ 😎

(this is a first draft dont look too close) (also the formatting is all janky but again. first draft) (i also used the comic sans trick and i actually think it made it a lot easier!!) (hehe :3)

           Entering the infirmary, the common-born surgeon of the Band of the Hawk can’t help but to be a bit awestruck – the interior looked almost like a cathedral’s. The high ceiling, ample space and polished marble floors combined to echo the small group’s hurried steps, their boots still dirty from the battlefield and the travel back to Windham Castle.

         The steely royal physician awaited them. Greying hair tied back, apron utterly spotless and leather gloves already on: he stood beside a rolling table whereon his tools were neatly set. He seemed admirable, professional, absolutely confident in his abilities. However, as with any serious job, he is a bit nervous and makes a conscious effort to hide it, for the sake of the patient. That, in this case, being the Hawks’ very own commander, Griffith.

– Here, gentlemen, set him down, if you will – the doctor motions to a bed more luxurious than any the soldiers had seen before, despite being only temporary.

Griffith tried to help his comrades transfer him from the stretcher to the bed, moving as little as possible. He dared not to speak; it was hard enough for him to breathe as it is. That is the first thing the older man notices in meeting Griffith. The second, of course, is his beauty. He had seen the illustrious white falcon a few times around the castle and at court affairs, but never had the chance to get close. “He really does look like an angel, or a doll... something undoubtedly beautiful, but fearsome, in a way.” – he thinks, before catching himself staring. He clears his throat.

– Sir Griffith, gentlemen, I am Doctor Lazarus. It is a pleasure to meet you, occasion aside.

         The young commander only nods, his breath shallow. He didn’t like it, to be fully conscious but have both his movement and speech restricted. The pain that stabbed in his ribs whenever he inhaled didn’t help, either. For the past four days of travel, he had to balance out the pain of a proper breath with the feeling of not getting enough air. Now, he was so focused on it that he could hardly keep up with both medics’ conversation.

         – Well, then. What happened?

         – He was thrown against a wall, Sir. Hit his back – they don’t look at each other as they speak, too busy undressing the patient. This could have been awkward if Griffith wasn’t used to being naked in front of others, and the doctors weren’t, well, doctors. – I believe he’s broken a few ribs, but nothing more. There’s a nasty bruise, but it doesn’t seem to be any notable bleeding.

         – Right. Were the fractures displaced?

         – A bit, but we set them right after the battle was over.

         – I see. Sir, please lift your elbows – Griffith does his best, allowing the royal physician to get a better look at his ribcage as he circles around the infirmary bed. There is a dark, ugly bruise along most of Griffith’s back; one he’d be glad he’s not able to see. Lazarus brushes the locks of white hair over the knight’s shoulder to see it in full. In that, he notices a section stained reddish-brown, and reaches out to feel the scalp around it – And the head?

         – Hit the ground when he fell. Knocked him out, but he awoke later with no other issues. –  Lazarus furrows his brows, making the field surgeon waiver – It looks worse than it actually is, Sir! We were also running low on water, so…

         – No, no, I understand. – Lazarus is reassuring –Was the bleeding excessive?

         – Not for a head injury, no.

         – Hmm…

         With a soft “excuse me, Sir”, Lazarus cups Griffith’s face in both hands, getting a bit closer. If this is a bit uncomfortable, the physician doesn’t notice, as he’s fully focused on the job at hand. He examines Griffith’s eyes, one at a time, gently pulling his lower eyelids down to see the underlying tissue.

– Looks pale… – he mumbles, more to himself than anyone else.          Right as Lazarus starts to feel in his own element, Griffith meets his eye. He doesn’t mean to, they’re just so close and he’s so curious about this promising stranger but can’t say anything…! Even so, he can’t help but feel a bit proud when the doctor freezes under his gaze.

Lazarus, on the other hand, is thoroughly unsettled, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. It’s a good thing he’s good at concealing his thoughts – it’s a vital skill, as a healer – it’s important to exude a sense of welcome safety for the patient, transmitting them the feeling that their caretaker has the situation utterly under control, even if that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Unfortunately for him, that is not enough to thwart Griffith’s sharp eye for deception/farces/insincerity – takes one to know one, after all. A sly glimmer runs through his eye: Griffith has power over this man, and he’s going to make the absolute most of it.

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they're so gross. they make everyone wildly uncomfortable bc they're so conflicted on how to feel. on one hand it's great that griff has smth to make his life bearable and that he's not bedridden and miserable anymore but on the other hand that 'something' involves crawling on the floor and whining for more morphine. and lazarus thinks it's cute and can't say no to him. GIRL WHAT

thinking abt recovery!griff x lazarus again -w-

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and a griffy to match <3

im sorry i need yall to look at this fucking doodle of lazarus. it took like 30 seconds but its the best thin g ive drawn the whole year im gonna shit myself laughing

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i writ 😎

(this is a first draft dont look too close) (also the formatting is all janky but again. first draft) (i also used the comic sans trick and i actually think it made it a lot easier!!) (hehe :3)

           Entering the infirmary, the common-born surgeon of the Band of the Hawk can’t help but to be a bit awestruck – the interior looked almost like a cathedral’s. The high ceiling, ample space and polished marble floors combined to echo the small group’s hurried steps, their boots still dirty from the battlefield and the travel back to Windham Castle.

         The steely royal physician awaited them. Greying hair tied back, apron utterly spotless and leather gloves already on: he stood beside a rolling table whereon his tools were neatly set. He seemed admirable, professional, absolutely confident in his abilities. However, as with any serious job, he is a bit nervous and makes a conscious effort to hide it, for the sake of the patient. That, in this case, being the Hawks’ very own commander, Griffith.

– Here, gentlemen, set him down, if you will – the doctor motions to a bed more luxurious than any the soldiers had seen before, despite being only temporary.

Griffith tried to help his comrades transfer him from the stretcher to the bed, moving as little as possible. He dared not to speak; it was hard enough for him to breathe as it is. That is the first thing the older man notices in meeting Griffith. The second, of course, is his beauty. He had seen the illustrious white falcon a few times around the castle and at court affairs, but never had the chance to get close. “He really does look like an angel, or a doll... something undoubtedly beautiful, but fearsome, in a way.” – he thinks, before catching himself staring. He clears his throat.

– Sir Griffith, gentlemen, I am Doctor Lazarus. It is a pleasure to meet you, occasion aside.

         The young commander only nods, his breath shallow. He didn’t like it, to be fully conscious but have both his movement and speech restricted. The pain that stabbed in his ribs whenever he inhaled didn’t help, either. For the past four days of travel, he had to balance out the pain of a proper breath with the feeling of not getting enough air. Now, he was so focused on it that he could hardly keep up with both medics’ conversation.

         – Well, then. What happened?

         – He was thrown against a wall, Sir. Hit his back – they don’t look at each other as they speak, too busy undressing the patient. This could have been awkward if Griffith wasn’t used to being naked in front of others, and the doctors weren’t, well, doctors. – I believe he’s broken a few ribs, but nothing more. There’s a nasty bruise, but it doesn’t seem to be any notable bleeding.

         – Right. Were the fractures displaced?

         – A bit, but we set them right after the battle was over.

         – I see. Sir, please lift your elbows – Griffith does his best, allowing the royal physician to get a better look at his ribcage as he circles around the infirmary bed. There is a dark, ugly bruise along most of Griffith’s back; one he’d be glad he’s not able to see. Lazarus brushes the locks of white hair over the knight’s shoulder to see it in full. In that, he notices a section stained reddish-brown, and reaches out to feel the scalp around it – And the head?

         – Hit the ground when he fell. Knocked him out, but he awoke later with no other issues. –  Lazarus furrows his brows, making the field surgeon waiver – It looks worse than it actually is, Sir! We were also running low on water, so…

         – No, no, I understand. – Lazarus is reassuring –Was the bleeding excessive?

         – Not for a head injury, no.

         – Hmm…

         With a soft “excuse me, Sir”, Lazarus cups Griffith’s face in both hands, getting a bit closer. If this is a bit uncomfortable, the physician doesn’t notice, as he’s fully focused on the job at hand. He examines Griffith’s eyes, one at a time, gently pulling his lower eyelids down to see the underlying tissue.

– Looks pale… – he mumbles, more to himself than anyone else.          Right as Lazarus starts to feel in his own element, Griffith meets his eye. He doesn’t mean to, they’re just so close and he’s so curious about this promising stranger but can’t say anything…! Even so, he can’t help but feel a bit proud when the doctor freezes under his gaze.

Lazarus, on the other hand, is thoroughly unsettled, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. It’s a good thing he’s good at concealing his thoughts – it’s a vital skill, as a healer – it’s important to exude a sense of welcome safety for the patient, transmitting them the feeling that their caretaker has the situation utterly under control, even if that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Unfortunately for him, that is not enough to thwart Griffith’s sharp eye for deception/farces/insincerity – takes one to know one, after all. A sly glimmer runs through his eye: Griffith has power over this man, and he’s going to make the absolute most of it.