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tinyholygrail:

Illya blinked rapidly. Had she actually hit him? In the face, no less? She was still only for a moment before throwing her hands up and cheering; that had been far better a result than she’d expected! She’d actually hit him in the face! When she’d thought her aim was horrible enough that even if she’d thrown high, she’d still end up missing him entirely!

She grinned widely, gathering up a clump of snowballs near her feet and adding to her stockpile. She’d over-prepared, so it seemed, because the stack of snowballs against the wall was almost to her height, diminutive though it was. She could just as easily pelt Shirou with snowballs to her heart’s content, but she wanted him to join her, and so sacrifices had to be made.

The white-haired homunculus spared her tower of snowballs a longing glance before collecting the top portion, about eight or so snowballs, and approaching Shirou, dropping them into the snow about half a meter away from her brother. “There, you can have those to start off.”

She turned in place, flouncing back to her slightly smaller tower, and called out, “Since I’m feeling generous today, you have five minutes to make more snowballs.” She was likely being the exact opposite of what Shirou wanted, since he’d cautioned her not to be hasty, and here she was, giving him a deadline that was incredibly short.

She stared him down, keeping one eye on her tower of snowballs, daring him silently to even try either going to the house or leaving without playing with her, because if he did, she would do her best to make him miserable, at least for a little while. Probably involving dumping snow on him while he slept, or something; her big plans weren’t particularly harsh anymore, but certainly she could make her brother wish he’d just taken the time to play with her.

Shirou stared down at the homunculus in complete and total awe. She’d seriously given him the opportunity to to defend himself...but only five minutes.

FIVE

MINUTES

Almost immediately, Shirou began to panic. For at least ten seconds he spun around in a circle not accomplishing anything. Thankfully, he managed to compose himself and quickly set about building a fort wall to separate himself from Illya. He had a plan, but whether or not it would work would depend entirely on how quickly he could build this fort wall. His hands were freezing to the core by the time he’d managed to get the wall up to about two feet in size and he knew he’d burned four of his five minutes. It was coming down to the wire and he knew this was his last chance to even the playing field. As quickly as he could, he bundled together a single snowball and held it in his hands carefully. And then...he did it.

“Trace...On!”

In his mind, he began to run over everything. “Judge the concept of creation....hypothesize basic structure...duplicate materials...imitate the skills of origin...sympathize its growth...reproduce its years...excel the manufacturing process...” With a flash of bright blue/green light, he succeeded. A huge pile of snowballs, roughly double the amount he’d received from Illya, had been projected. And so, he turned to face the little girl, absolutely ready to show her how a snowball fight was really done.

“Come, Illya-chan. Do you have enough snowballs in stock?”

#~Prim #tinyholygrail #Jesus christ shirou calm down

motherfuckingprincessofknights:

@emiya-shiro continued from here

“Shirou… I’m sorry.” Saber would at least give an apology before disobeying him. She couldn’t bear to watch him get hurt any longer–Not while she stood there unharmed with a sword in her hand. His orders meant nothing now, not while he was throwing himself in harms way. They both knew he wouldn’t last long if he continued to fight as he was.

With a few quick steps, she stepped in front of him with one hand held out in protection of him, the other holding her blade out in front of herself. She took a swing at one of the opponents opposite of her, managing to cut them across their chest. She knew that she would need to move forward to fully fight, but was unwilling to move from Shirou.

“I-I know it is not my place to say this, but please, run! I can stay here.” The chances of him listening were slim, but she would still make her case. She could at least hold the enemies off for a while, and allow him to get somewhere safe. There was a chance she could defeat them–and if not, she could run once she was sure he was no longer in trouble.

The redhead was caught off guard, to say the least, as the Knight took her place in front of him and struck down one of the enemies before them. “S-Saber...” He exhaled as she stared down the opposition. Watching her fight was, as always, a work of art. Even such a simple blow was executed with the utmost grace, if slightly unrefined compared to how she might be in her later years...And then he heard her say for him to run. “No! I won’t run away. I’m not going to let you die for me like this!” He reached up and rested a shaking hand on her shoulder. “If we’re going to die...let’s die on our feet.” His hand slid down off her and with a flash of greenish-blue light, two fresh blades appeared in his hands. He stepped forward, steadying himself, and looked into the servant’s eyes with confidence. “Okay, Saber?”