#wodagrora

That's right.

16: oh shit well, that’s a difficult question. Uhhhhh, I guess Wodagrora? Catradora is a close second. If it ends in Ora i ship it

“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.

His expression was cold, numb and brutal all at the same time. It wasn't what she expected from Wodahs - knowing him, she figured he'd be disinterested, normalized to that same harshness in his daily life. He was the head angel, after all. Life never was sweet for his eyes, nor was it for her.

She chuckled, kicking off the strange emotion his stare was causing her by wrapping her fingers around the nearby flask, only to be stopped. Wodahs had caught her wrist tightly, his eyes still focused on those very scars on her skin but his fist as tight as a knot.

There were a few seconds of silence before she heard the rustle of the bedsheets.

Grora whimpered and followed his movements. He pulled her closer to his body, careful not to lift her up, and dipped his head on her stomach. She almost jumped when she felt him kiss the carved scar on her stomach, sending shock waves all through her body. He tapped her thigh in response.

Suddenly, he raised his torso. Wodahs held her hand to his lips and her hand became brittle. His kiss closed on her wirst, slowly nuzzling it until his mouth was pressed against her frozen palms.

For once, she saw some color in him. She saw color in his face, an emotion other than pain and fury and the occasional forced smirk, even if she couldn't fully read what it was.

Here are transparents for that dating sim art. You may add whatever bg you please (preferably cursed)

I have a feeling I know who you are, but I'll ignore it. *stomps on feeling*

Anything with a nice plot tbh and goes deeper than "wholesome fluff" not that there's anything wrong with that, I simply prefer that fluff to be at the end of the story.