Hello! You can call me Astraea or Star (he/they)!
I love Watcher Grian so much and there's never enough of it on Wattpad or Ao3, so here's some content.
I have no idea which direction this story will go in but just know... I do NOT kill off characters unless it's an OC. I have no intention of doing so.
The characters might be ooc (out of character) since there are too many personalities to keep track of and I mainly watch Grian, Mumbo, and Scar's POV.
Ships:
Past Taurian
Mumscarian
Convex
Bdoc
Beetho
Hex
Renskall
The general warnings for this story are as follows:
Brainwashing/hypnotizing, blood/injuries (either minor or major in some instances), violence (either minor or major), verbal/emotional/physical abuse, weapons (cause Minecraft), isolation, dissociation, body dysmorphia, and character death (if you guys want it in the end).
If you ever need to read them again, they'll always be there^
If this story isn't for you because of the warnings, I would recommend not reading it, but then again it's up to you. Just be safe when reading and if you need to, take breaks in between!
If you're not bothered by the warnings because you love Griangst, then happy reading while I question your sanity! :D
𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡𓆪 𓆩⟡𓆪
Grian didn't remember most of his life before he was taken here.
All he knew was that he was alone and mourning.
'Mourning what?' he's asked himself many times, always coming up empty.
Everything was dark, and the sound of his shallow breathing was the only thing keeping him from dissociating.
He was injured, he could feel his bones aching, blood trickling out of his mouth.
Then there were footsteps, light ones.
Then voices.
They were muffled, his ears still ringing from whatever had happened.
The footsteps moved towards Grian, then he felt something poke his stomach, making him grunt.
"╎ℸ ̣ 'ᓭ ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ ᔑꖎ╎⍊ᒷ." He faintly heard.
("it's still alive")
"∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ᒷ ∴ᒷ ᓭ⚍!¡!¡𝙹ᓭᒷ↸ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ↸𝙹 ∴╎ℸ ̣ ⍑ ╎ℸ ̣ ? ꖌ╎ꖎꖎ ╎ℸ ̣ ?" The other one spoke.
("what are we supposed to do with it? kill it?")
Grian had no idea what they were saying as he felt like sleeping, preferably forever at that moment.
"リ𝙹... ╎ℸ ̣ ᓵ𝙹ᒲ!¡ꖎᒷℸ ̣ ᒷ↸ ╎ℸ ̣ ᓭ ᒲ╎ᓭᓭ╎𝙹リ. ╎'ᒲ ᓭ⚍∷ᒷ ∴ᒷ ᓵᔑリ ⎓╎リ↸ ᓭ𝙹ᒲᒷ ⚍ᓭᒷ ⎓𝙹∷ ╎ℸ ̣.." Grian heard them say before blacking out and feeling himself being lifted.
("no... it completed its mission. i'm sure we can find some use for it.")
Ever since that day, Grian has been living with the Watchers.
When he was taken in though, he had to undergo the 'initiation'.
That included gaining a pair of lavender-colored wings through excruciating pain, having to read some rule book that was set in place for all Watchers, learning their language, and at-the-time-Grian's least favorite 'activity'...
A Watcher had strapped Grian down to a chair and began some chant that lasted for 3 hours.
Whatever the Watcher said, it made Grian's head and body numb.
It made him forget who he was, it made him forget his friends, his past. It even made him forget how to feel.
All within 3 hours.
And along with all of that, spawned a new name...
Xelqua.
He didn't know why the Watchers gave him that name, but he went along with it.
He went along with everything they did.
If he made a mistake; big or small, he would go along with any punishment given.
If he showed the slightest emotion or acted out of line, he wouldn't lash out and instead let them imprison him in his room for who knows how long.
If he talked about the overworld or even mentioned it, he could handle being the target practice for their electric code buzzing in their veins.
He was used to it.
And if anybody asked him if he's happy with the Watchers, he would say he wasn't supposed to feel or show happiness, but he's quite happy living with the demi-gods.
At least, that's what his mind was saying.
His heart, however, longed to be somewhere else.
But Gri- Xelqua wouldn't listen to it.
His place is here, with the Watchers.
That's where he'll ever be, right?
𓆩⟡𓆪 NOTE 𓆩⟡𓆪
Oh boy, here we go...
Posting this to see how it does :)
Comments are appreciated <3
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