Could I please request Wodahs grumpily helping patch Grora up, after she's gotten in another fight with Ater?
“You two can’t keep doing this. This is the third time within the week, I’m not going to continue to dress your wounds if you keep willfully getting yourself more.” Wodahs gave an exasperated sigh to accompany his chiding, as he wrapped a claw-shaped gash in Grora’s arm with a bandage. The bleeding had already begun to subside, but it wasn’t a pretty sight regardless.
“You were there, you saw how she was tryin’ to get me to do it! That wasn’t my faul- ow....” The girl’s defensive rant was cut short as the head angel flicked her on the forehead, clearly not buying her story. As he began to disinfect another claw-mark cut on her, he continued.
“Yes, I was there. And I saw you attack her when, for once, she was leaving you alone to play with her sister. I’ve seen her antagonize you many times, this was not one of them.” Wodahs wasn’t having any of it, wrapping the second cut tightly in a bandage once he’d finished disinfecting it, Grora wincing a bit before he took the hint and loosened it slightly.
“Gah... Fine, y’ got me, but the way she looked at me with those eyes of hers, she might as well have been asking for it!” The angel’s next outburst earned her another flick to the forehead, a pouting huff leaving her in response. Wodahs scanned over her with his eye for a few moments, to see if there were any more obvious spots of injury.
“Does it hurt anywhere else?” Shifting away from that topic, the head angel focused more on the immediate problem of Grora’s wounds, his patient pointing to her midsection with a nod. After another moment, realizing what would have to happen for treatment, Grora turned her face away in obvious embarrassment, lifting her clothing just enough so that Wodahs could see the bruise on her abdomen.
The other’s embarrassment seemed entirely lost on him, though, Wodahs inspecting her bruise and tutting softly, before moving to get a cold compress and softly push it against her. Grora jumped slightly at the sudden coldness against her skin, but she quickly calmed down, taking the compress from him and pushing it against the bruise herself.
It wasn’t comfortable, by any means, but she’d been in this situation enough times to know that healing almost never was. She wished they could just use magic for this kind of thing and be done, but apparently that just wasn’t an option, which she still didn’t care for.
“If there’s nothing else, you should be fine to go. Just don’t get in another fight, please, it isn’t fun to watch you hurt yourself.” Wodahs stepped back, expecting Grora to get up and immediately be off to whatever antic she wanted to get up to next. To his mild surprise, though, the other didn’t get up at all, just looking up at him.
“Head Angel, you’re just gonna kick me out as soon as you’re done? No fair.” Pouting, Grora scolded him, planting herself down right where she was, not about to move just because the patching up was finished. She wouldn’t say it so directly, but it was... nice, to have some quality time with the head angel.
After a long moment, Wodahs nodded. “Fine, you can stay, if you want to.” As long as she didn’t interfere with his work directly, there was no real reason to deny her the request, odd as it may have seemed. At the very least, he could keep her out of trouble from here. For the most part, at least.
A ridiculous crack fic courtesy of a dumb conversation I had on Discord.
As the Great Holy Grail War raged on, servants whacking each other left and right with magic beams, Sieg and Jeanne were standing around by the Grail, watching the chaotic battle unfold before them. Suddenly, though, Jeanne perked up and looked behind them, ignoring the scene of Mordred getting smacked in the face with a stray arrow from her own team’s archer.
“Sieg, do you hear that?” She scanned the horizon for the source of her strange premonition of intrusion, sensing a powerful disturbance in the force of the grail war. Though, unfortunately for her, she turned a little too far to the right, not able to see as a medium sized white van slammed into her from the side, throwing her several feet away while a ‘Sorry!’ could be heard from the driver’s seat.
Before either of the two dumbfounded overseers could properly react to the white van crashing their grail war, the side door was forced open, and a pathetic looking blue haired boy with a duffel bag jumped out, moving like a bat out of hell toward the Holy Grail.
Watching in awe and confusion, Sieg witnessed the strange boy just up and steal the grail into his bag, only having the presence of mind to realize that this was actually happening by the time the mysterious intruder was already in the van.
“I got it! Drive, now!” The blue haired boy shouted out to his cohort as he leaped into the van and slammed the door shut behind him, only to be met with a tutting noise from his counterpart, the girl shaking her head.
“Say please, Shinji, we talked about this.”
“THEY’RE GONNA START FIRING, JUST DRIVE!”
His shouted commands were met with another shake of the girl’s head, Shinji watching in horror as Jeanne picked herself up a ways off from the van, and the sound of an arrow hitting the side of the van could be heard as the rest of the servants seemed to be getting wise to the antics going on with their grail.
“...Please! Just drive, Sakura, please!” With that pathetic display of begging, Sakura seemed satisfied, slamming her foot down on the gas pedal and running Jeanne over again as they began to make their daring escape.
As Atalanta and Chiron shot their arrows at the van, they suddenly found their shots being deflected by an unknown assailant, a blonde figure appearing, standing on top of the van as Sakura accelerated them the hell out of there.
“You’ll have to do better than that, Mongrels, this will not even scratch me!” The blonde man standing on the van laughed arrogantly as he fired swords and all sorts of different weapons at the assailing servants.
Behind them, an enraged Mordred decided to use her Mana Burst to give herself an explosive boost in tailing their grail thieves, but unfortunately for her, she launches herself directly into Achilles’ chariot, causing them both to plummet to the ground uselessly, the shouted profanities unable to be heard as everyone quickly surpasses them in the race for the van.
“Gilgamesh, gate us to your treasury!” Shinji shouts out the window up to the man on the roof, only to receive a kick in his face from Gil, followed by a glare.
“You dare try to order me, Mongrel? My treasury is too good for you, this heist will be done by your own power!” The lapse in his regular firing of defensive weapons allows a stray arrow to whiz past Shinji’s face and hit the rear-view mirror of the van, but that didn’t seem to impede Sakura’s ability to slam the gas pedal in any capacity.
To make it look like he’s actually doing something useful, Avicebron summons a golem in front of the van as they’re driving, to make them crash or at least stop in their tracks, to let him take all the credit for catching them. Unfortunately for him, though, Sakura shouts for Gil to “Knock it down, please!”, and then uses the golem’s prone body as a makeshift ramp to do a totally sick jump with the van, Shinji screaming for his life all the while.
As Shinji clings to his grail-filled duffel bag and mentally composes his last will and testament, the van slams to the ground with a big jolt, him getting slammed against the floor of the van with the force of it, because the idiot wasn’t wearing his seatbelt.
“Are we losing them?” Sakura couldn’t see through the shattered rearview mirror, so she shouted out for a status update, Shinji leaning his head out the window again to witness the shape of various servants disappearing into the distance.
“We’re doing it, we’re winning! I knew we would, we have me here!” Despite the fact that all he really did was grab the grail and leave, Shinji hautily praised himself, Gilgamesh giving a taunting laugh into the night sky and taking his eyes off the battlefield to congratulate himself on a job well done.
And then Jack the Ripper was shot at them as a projectile by herself, slashing their tires and making the car go haywire as she clung to the back of it. “Hi! We’re stopping you!”
Even if Sakura had managed to stay driving at her full reckless speed with two slashed tires, a second girl was shot at them like a living bullet, Frankenstein striking the van with lightning and forcing them to a complete stop. Who knew archers could just fire entire servants.
Soon, the Holy Grail War Police had arrived, detaining the criminals and impounding their vehicle, while Jack and Fran were given ice cream for their efforts in stopping these villainous idiots.
“You have the right to remain non-sabers!” A mysterious blonde heroine police officer shouted out as she led the three of them into her police rocket ship, a completely normal thing for a police officer to have. Though, she kept giving angry glares in the general direction of Siegfried and Mordred, even if she didn’t act on those impulses for now.
“So... What in the what just happened?” Sieg, the most confused of everyone, finally made the comment that everyone was thinking.
Bear in mind, the main point of this blog is for me to try and get a handle on the whole “normal writing” thing, so if it’s not great at the start just deal with me for a bit.
Here's a prompt, Ivlis and Rieta cuddling on a cool night.
For most people, a cool night would be somewhat pleasant, perhaps even requiring a blanket, or a fireplace if one was feeling particularly chilly. But for flame demons, the cold felt much more out of their comfort zone, given that the temperatures they were all accustomed to were the sweltering heat of Ivlis’ flame hell.
Even being exempt from this, as a genie, Rieta was always more than happy to use the situation to her advantage whenever she could, claiming that it was her job as the flame devil’s personal attendant to make sure that his comfort was assured whenever possible. With Ivlis laying against her, she slowly, affectionately brushed her hands through his hair, having offered her body heat to essentially act as a source of warmth for him while the ambient temperature was still low. Ironic, given that from her perspective he was the warmest presence in the room, acting as a space heater in and of himself despite her being tasked with helping him keep warm.
“Why are you so good to me...?” The question from Ivlis was asked without shifting their current cuddled position, just a momentary curiosity crossing his mind as they laid together platonically on this cold night. She was always so attentive to him, no matter the situation, more than any normal lackey would have been, and she didn’t even have the excuse of being one of his flame demons.
Rieta paused for a few moments before answering in a soft and caring tone. “Because you are my lord, Ivlis, and I value you most of all. Your happiness is my happiness, and I will do all in my power to bring that happiness about.” Not the most eloquent of confessions, and she was painfully aware that he would be too dense to realize her true meaning as he had missed it so many times before, but being able to comfort him like this on the cold winter evenings was more than enough for that not to matter to her.
“Mm...” Ivlis closed his eyes as he nodded, seeming to think over her words for a long few moments, though what it could have been about was something Rieta could only give her wildest guesses to.
Some may have called him airheaded, but she would never stoop to insults like that. It was one of his charms, enigmatic in a way, if she couldn’t discern what he was thinking just from looking. As opposed to Emalf or Poemi, who wore their emotions on their sleeves more or less at all times, which Rieta had more than enough of in daily life.
The two of them resumed their silence together, simply living in the comforting moment between a grueling past and an uncertain future, content to be in each others’ embrace while they still could be. Rieta’s was the most comforting touch he’d felt in far too long, and the flame devil was perfectly happy letting her cuddle him for as long as necessary. The night was long and cold, seemingly endless with great swaths of darkness to endure, but regardless of what may happen, the least Rieta could say is that she would do her best to be there for her lord Ivlis.
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