I found your mini fic for 3 below and I love! So much!!! Could I request some Krel whump?
Since you both had very similar requests (and this ended up nearly a thousand words) I combined these requests, so I hope you don't mind! I'm so glad you're enjoying these, and I hope you guys know how much I love whump 😅
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In Krel’s defence, it’s an accident. Really, he shouldn’t be working on the ship in his human form, but they’d gone out that morning and the transduction effect won’t wear off for another seven horvaths – and the sooner they fix the ship and everything that’s wrong with it, the better, so he turns up the music and sets to work.
The song switches and Krel crinkles his nose.
“Aja,” he groans. “Always messing with my playlist!”
He leans back to change the song, but from his position he can’t reach. He huffs and walks closer to the edge of the platform he’s standing on, then stands on his toes and stretches to grab the device.
“Yes!”
Then, just as he’s changing the song to something much more tolerable, he completely loses his balance. He lets out an undignified yelp and wraps his arms around the device, hovering now in mid-air.
“Okay, okay, this is fine,” he mutters to himself, until he starts slipping and scrambles for a better grip. “Not fine, not fine! Woah!”
He completely loses his grip on the device and plummets with a scream. He hits the ground, and there’s a sharp cracking sound and pain shoots from his shoulder and head. It knocks the breath out of him; darkness floods his vision.
It takes him a few sectons for the room to filter back into view. He’s left breathing heavily on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and his music device still floating in the air. Huh. Wait, when did he get two of them? He blinks slowly. The two resolve into one, then back into two. His head throbs and so does his shoulder. It’s way too bright in the room.
“Mother?” he manages to call. He winces at the volume of his own voice.
“Yes, my royal?”
“Ow, ow, too loud,” he says.
“You appear to be injured. I am informing Commander Vex now.”
Krel groans and tries to pull himself up, but he can’t move his right arm. His shoulder protests painfully at the attempt.
“Your shoulder is dislocated, my royal. I advise you–”
“Dislocated?” says Krel. He finally manages to push himself into a sitting position with only one arm and the headache to end all headaches. “What does that mean?”
He glances at his right shoulder.
Oh.
It’s literal.
“Ugh, fligshaag,” he mutters. “Well, that’s okay, I can just put it back.”
“I’d advise you not–”
Krel grabs his arm and forces it upwards. Judging by the amount of pain that follows, it doesn’t help. He bites back a grunt of pain and carefully lays back down.
“Never mind,” he grunts.
Loud footsteps sound and suddenly, Varvatos is kneeling beside Krel.
“My prince!” Krel winces at the volume. Varvatos must pick up on this, because his voice is drastically quieter the next time he speaks. “What happened?Were you attacked?”
“I think I fell,” Krel says.
“You think?”
Krel shrugs with the shoulder that isn’t screaming in pain. “I think.”
Varvatos huffs. “These flimsy human bodies are useless! You should be uninjured from a fall like that.”
“Regardless, Commander Vex, the king-in-waiting is injured,” says Mother. It might be the headache, but Krel thinks she sounds rather chiding.
“Varvatos Vex is not trained in medicine,” says Varvatos, which isn’t surprising at all, “but he is trained in combat care. Mother! What is wrong with the king-in-waiting?”
“His right shoulder is dislocated. He tried to ‘put it back’, but appears not to have done much more damage.” Ah. She definitely sounds chiding now. “Additionally, he is suffering from a concussion.”
“Varvatos does not understand. How is Krel’s shoulder dislocated? Can Varvatos not just put it back?”
“No, Commander, you cannot just ‘put it back’. I suggest you call a human doctor. The transduction effect won’t wear off for another seven horvaths.”
“Do you doubt Varvatos Vex’s ability to handle this himself!?”
“Quite frankly, yes.”
“Can you two argue somewhere else?” Krel asks.
“Fine,” snaps Vex quietly. “Varvatos will find a human doctor. One that is trustworthy. Varvatos will threaten them with painful death!”
“I would advise against that.”
“Fine! Only glorious dismemberment.”
“Commander.”
Varvatos grumbles in irritation. Krel’s vision has started blurring again. There might be two of Varvatos. It’s probably fine. He might just take a nap here. Yes, that sounds nice.
“Prince Krel, please stay awake,” says Varvatos. He sounds kind of scared, which also might be the headache talking. Or the concussion? Maybe it’s the concussion talking. He really wants to take a nap.
“Sorry, Commander,” he mumbles, before closing his eyes and letting the pain fade away.
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When Krel wakes, he’s in his room. It takes him a moment to remember what happened. He still has a headache, and his shoulder is still sore, but it’s much better. His arm is in a sling; yeah, he’s going to be taking that off as soon as possible. A glance out the window tells him it’s night, now. A glance at his hands tells him he is back in Akiridion form, which means that unfortunately the injuries carried over.
Klebtastic.
It finally registers that Varvatos is asleep in a chair at the end of the bed, half of his body folded onto the mattress. It doesn’t look very comfortable, so Krel shakes him awake.
“Varvatos?” he says. Varvatos grunts, then shoots up, ready for a fight. Krel holds up his three good arms in surrender. “Just me!”
“Krel,” says Varvatos in relief. “You are awake. You scared Varvatos!”
“I scared you?”
“Yes! And I had to find a human and bring them here! You’re grounded!”
Krel opens his mouth to argue, but that’s… kind of fair. Not like he can work on much with this stupid sling anyway.
“Does this mean I don’t have to go to school?” he asks instead.
Varvatos’s lips twitched into a smile. “Varvatos doesn’t see why not.”
