#chaghan

my finals are over and i can finally answer this i have been thinking nonstop!

(I mainly think of these for chaltan because I've been obsessed with them for longer honestly they've had more time to simmer.)

Warning this is going to be very, very long.

I always imagined that between the two of them, Qara can hold her liquor better than Chaghan. I think they've never really been comfortable drinking in groups because they don't really trust the other people. Specifically I can see them getting drunk together in private together after dealing with Bekter's bullshit, and then that carries over into the Cike after a long day.

I think the two of them would very quickly get caught-not like they were hiding anything-by Baji and soon it would turn into a Cike bonding activity (they just have to lock Ramsa in his room first). With a lot of people, getting drunk feels like an out of body experience, but I think with Chaghan getting drunk is the most solid and physical he feels. Almost like him an Qara switch.

When Altan joins the Cike, Chaghan hates him of course, so he calls for an impromtou drinking session with Qara who invites Baji who invites the new recruit Altan because he didn't know the one-sided beef they had. I think when Baji originally invites Altan, Altan respectfully declines, but then Baji mentions Chaghan is going to be there, and Altan is suddenly interested in going. (Hm...I just had a fanfic idea! I need to expand this more later)

I'm imagining Altan showing up and Chaghan (who is already a bit tipsy) stomps away angrily cursing at Qara and Baji for trying to ruin his life. Before anyone can stop him Altan goes to find him while carrying a bottle and two cups. I think in this era (pre-cave) Altan doesn't really know why he gravitates to Chaghan so much, and he keeps making excuses to go see him.

So Altan shows up while Chaghan is sulking and when Chaghan sees him, he just groans but doesn't have the energy to get up and leave. Somehow someway Altan convinces him to have a drink with him. I can see Altan admitting (alcohol induced) that he never had close friends to drink with in sinegard. I think when Chaghan's drunk, he's somehow even more honest and blunt than usual, and also touchy.

Chaghan: "Well we aren't friends...so.."

To which Altan, slightly embarrassed, is silent and just takes another sip. Chaghan notices his discomfort and laughs and pokes his cheek and says that he likes the look on Altan's face when he upsets him. And they're convo basically goes like this:

Altan: "Right, because you hate me." Chaghan: "very much." Altan: "Why?" Chaghan: *he turns to look at him, very drunk at this point* "Many, many reasons. Right now I hate you because you're very, very attractive." Altan: *he freezes and pauses* "You think I'm attractive?" Chaghan: "everyone thinks you're attractive. Probably. It's just a fact. I think it's your nose. I hate the shape of your nose. Gods, I hate when you smile even more." *he squints his eyes at him* "Why are you blush-" Altan: *he stands up abruptly* "I think Tyr is calling for me." Chaghan: *he takes another shot* "whatever. well don't just leave me here. If your leaving, help me up so I can go back to the others."

And so Altan helps him back up to Baji and Qara, very pointedly silent and then slips away afterward. Chaghan of course doesn't remember anything, and is shocked when Qara and Baji tell him he spent most of his time with Altan.

I think post cave and during their relationship, Chaghan and Altan do drink alone together. I like to imagine Chaghan started to so that Altan does something other than getting high on poppy seed. And at first it doesn't really make sense to Altan because he'll be inebriated either way, but then Chaghan adds that "at least I can do it with you". And he immediately folds.

I PERSONALLY don't think that Altan is very reserved about their relationship, especially behind closed doors, but I think that when he's drunk he's mainly just 100x more lovey-dovey.

Just imagine drunk Altan with his hands wrapped around Chaghan's waist kissing his face over and over and promising him the world. And he's saying things like "let's run away together" and "we can start a family on a farm in the Hinterlands" and "it'll be just you and me and the mountains and our goats" and "Qara can come" between said kisses and Chaghan indulges in all of it.

Altan: "once you called me attractive," Chaghan: "Pft. Is this news? Or do you want to hear it again?" Altan: *he smiles and puts his face in Chaghan's shoulder* "no. when you were drunk, and when you wanted me dead. You won't remember. But I always found you attractive, too. It was the first thing I thought when I saw you. And then you spoke." Chaghan: *he laughs* "Then you immediately changed your mind?" Altan: "Then I became obsessed with you."

You've got me thinking about modern AUs!! So in a modern AU I imagine them all drinking to destress from exams (yes im projecting)/whatever else is happening in their life.

Another scenario I'm imagining is Chaltan drunk dancing at a bar and outside of it, and they feel like they're the only ones in the world.

୨⎯ part time nurse ⎯୧ (chaghan.s x reader)

╰┈➤ INCLUDES : probably ooc chaghan, i described altan as a monster but i mean it in a ‘woaaahhh that persons a monster of a human they’re so buff’ way????? i love my speerly criminal, reader is embarrassing lowkey (i relate), brief mention of wounds/lacerations, (also not proofread so ignore spelling mistakes i’m lazy)

wc: 900

“will you— chaghan hold still,” you huff, cotton wool surrounding you where you sat on your bed, a bottle of disinfectant (which was pretty much just some clear alcohol and water) resting against one of your legs.

chaghan should’ve known better - altan hadn’t arrived that long ago, but he’d already been named tyr’s new successor, and while you understood chaghan wasn’t happy— to put it nicely, altan was a monster. freshly graduated, but he carried himself like he was already head of some army, he swung his trident like he was born with it already in his hand.

but chaghan? he was upset that his future position had been pulled from under him like a rug, and he just couldn’t sit there and take it. numerous times challenging altan, fighting tyr’s decision to his face and behind his back, led to altan having enough.

and then they were gone for three days, no sign of them apart from an occasional wave of flames from the valley that clearly came from altan. and when they returned? gods, chaghan was a sight for sore eyes.

obviously altan was beaten up a little himself, but it was nothing like chaghan. his long white hair was singed at the bottoms and considerably shorter, his uniform missing patches either due to being ripped by altans trident or having been burnt away, and he was clearly exhausted- not to point out the multitude of bruises, scratches and cuts across his pale skin.

and so here you were, having dragged him into your bunk so you could prevent any infections from settling in to his injuries, his beaten form sat in front of you (and considerably slumped forwards in exhaustion).

chaghan winces as the soaked cotton wool dabs over a particularly deep laceration on his shoulder, and you could almost see a bruise forming in real time next to it.

“you could’ve just had a civil conversation with tyr and altan, was this really necessary?” you breathe out, less annoyed at him for being unable to sit still and instead just worried about him. you’d know he would be upset at something like this —after all he was promised tyr’s position— but upset enough to constantly challenge altan and then fight (or get beaten up) for it three days?

“i doubt that would’ve got through to either of them,” he grumbles - you didn’t think you’d ever heard him sound like that, his exhaustion was very prevalent in his tone and yet he sounded just as annoyed as some kid with all the energy in the world to put towards challenging authority.

“yeah well- maybe stick to prophecies and the pantheon for a while, so you can heal up properly,” you scoff in reply, reaching for a bandage just next to chaghan.

unable to find any scissors, you decide instead to just further rip his uniform to be able to wrap the bigger of his cuts - after all his uniform wasn’t exactly wearable anymore anyways. you grip the fabric either side of the laceration you were just cleaning, ripping the fabric so the arm of his tunic comes away completely, giving you full access to his shoulder.

“i’ll uh, find you a new tunic after,” you break the silence that had settled in, glancing up at his face for a moment before focusing back on his wound.

chaghan doesn’t say anything, but you can almost feel his glare on you, as if his uniform wasn’t already completely ruined by the speerly he had to challenge a few times too many.

you decide to work in silence, as the man in front of you was obviously still salty about his lack of future command, and you’d rather not become the new victim of his misdirected anger. your hands work quickly as you wrap a bandage around his shoulder to keep it safe from any debris that could cause irritation or infection, before doing the same for the other handful of deeper cuts across his upper body and one of his things.

eventually the silence becomes suffocating- which was odd. you always found chaghan easy to spend time with in silence, just in eachothers presence. but with his anger, it felt uncomfortable and so you wanted to try and adjust that.

“you know, i’m kinda glad altan is now tyr’s successor,” you chuckle softly — wrong move. you can feel chaghans white eyes glaring into the crown of your head as you clear your throat and attempt to finish your sentence and maybe save yourself, “you would’ve been a strict commander- and i can’t see baji listening to you much, you know? so- you saved yourself a headache really,” you chuckle again, hoping chaghan didn’t decide he was done with your comments and completely murder you.

instead, as you looked up from wrapping his last cut, he just stared at you through squinted eyes and furrowed brows as if trying to read you like a book. he simply just stink-eyed you in silence for a few minutes until you spoke up and broke the smothering silence again.

“d’you uh- want me to cut off the singed ends of your hair off..?” you ask, tone unsure.

chaghans eyes trailed over to his shoulder where you’d ripped the arm of his uniform off, and then down to his leg where you’d done a similar thing to wrap that laceration, before looking back at you, “no, i’ll ask qara,” he sighs.

this was my first time attempting to write anything for chaghan so i do apologise that it’s so bad and lowkey ooc :,) it’s been a WHIIILLEE since i’ve read much of chaghans scenes oops i think im needing a reread of tpw and tdr

i tried to go in the direction of “chaghan would’ve commanded like a demon… he would’ve taken away their free will. chaghan would’ve shattered minds” with the whole ‘you would’ve been strict!’ thing but i have definitely underplayed what he would be like LMAO