AN: I have no idea where this came from. Absolutely no knowledge of Fate/Hollow Ataraxia needed; essentially it's just all the Servants from the Fifth War going about their domestic lives. This is post F/HA, so Bazette and Caren are currently lodging at the Emiya residence.

Kuoh City, Public Park

One would think that such a large group of people gathered around a picnic table so late would have been a strange sight, but fortunately for the group they had several magi skilled at Bounded Fields, so they took shameless advantage of that.

"Rin Tohsaka, you bumbling idiot!" Illyasviel von Einzbern said, cheeks puffed out and eyes narrowed at the magus, who glared back and tried not to fidget with the strangely shaped sword made out of crystal she had in her hands. "What kind of magus would just mess with another magus's unknown Mystic Code without understanding anything about it?! And an artifact from the Wizard Marshal Zelretch?!"

"Oi! In my defense, Shirou was the big enough idiot to give it to me!" The redhead immediately tried to speak up in his own defense, something along the lines of yeah, but you were the one playing with it, but the oppressive atmosphere was just too tense to even open his mouth.

"Regardless of who is responsible," Saber said decisively, "We have several tasks at hand to ensure our own safety first. Does anyone have any idea where we are?"

Around the table, various Servants shook their heads. Some of them could care less about the situation at hand, like Lancer, Assassin, and Berserker; the first two battle maniacs were merely excited about the possibility of new opponents, and the latter just didn't have the capacity. Caster and Rider were harder to read, but still clearly worried for their Masters. And then there was Archer, who was like a stone wall with the stiffness of his expression.

Last but not least, the little blond boy among them merely smiled and dug deeper into his pudding cup.

Saber sighed. She would never get used to the younger King of Heroes, but he was infinitely more bearable than his older self. Everyone present had at one time or another expressed their shock that such a sweet boy could grow up to be such an incredible asshole.

"I have no idea where we are, but it certainly feels…" Gil said, eyes a tiny bit unfocused. "Can all of you sense that?"

"A most unsettling, but nostalgic feeling." Rider said, frowning. "The mana here is...plentiful. Much like my time, despite the technology. It would not surprise me if we are in the Age of Gods."

"Damn you Zelretch!" Caster shook her fist at the Mystic Code in Rin's hands, her face twisted into a snarl even as she clutched Kuzuki's arm closer to her. "I've just come out of the yoke of the gods and now you drag me back into it, along with Souichirou-sama?! When I get my hands on the bloodsucker I'm going to…"

"Get in line, Magus from the Age of Gods," Bazette Fraga McRemitz said dryly. "The vampire has quite a list of enemies." Caren didn't say anything, eyes taking in the entire situation.

"Can everyone just calm down please?" Sakura sighed, rubbing at her temples in an effort to alleviate her headache. Rider reached out to pat her Master comfortingly. "We have no idea where we are, and no idea what the situation is. Perhaps we should stop arguing long enough to find somewhere to lodge for the night first?"

There was a general grunt of assent, and the lot of them prepared to leave.

Collectively, all their hackles were raised when a young couple walked into the park.

They looked, for all intents and purposes, like two teenagers on a date. The girl was clinging to the boy's arm and giggling vapidly at something the boy said, and the boy was simply besotted with the girl, showing off. But the group of people behind the Bounded Field were not ordinary (most of them were not people at all), and they noticed how the girl's smile was off, the way her shadow showed more feathery appendages than she currently had.

"Alright," Rin sighed. "Who's gonna go save that poor schmuck from being killed?"

"Certainly not you, Tohsaka. Not with your track record." Shirou said dryly, Projecting Kanshou and Byakuya. "You're not the one who got impaled through the heart last time."

"No hard feelings, kid!" Lancer grinned as Gae Bolg materialized in his hands, even as Rin looked like she was about to blow her top. "First one to get there gets to fight!"

"Hey! That's not fair! You have Lancer-class agility!" Assassin said, annoyed, even as Lancer cackled and shot forward with inhuman speed.

"I can't believe my fellow Servants are such children. What happened to being great and mighty Heroic Spirits, with dignity?" Saber said.

"I don't know about you, Saber-neesan, but after living in such close proximity with all of you I think we've lost all the dignity we've ever had." Gil said, voice drier than a desert at midday. "I mean, once I've seen you in a gothic loli maid dress, I've seen it all."

"You promised to never tell."

"Shutting up now."

"Issei-kun?" Yuuma said sweetly, leaning in towards the brown-haired boy. "I-I have a request."

Issei grinned back, full of bravado. "Anything for you, Yuuma-chan!"

"Can you...please die for me?"

"...eh?"

That was all the time Issei had before there was a spear of light in Yuuma's hands. Without a single hint of hesitation, she was thrusting right at Issei's heart.

Issei didn't even have time to realize that Yuuma was out to kill him before something else deflected the spear away from him.

"W-What?!" Yuuma jumped back in a panic. "Who are you?!" She shouted at the man who appeared out of nowhere and saved Issei's life.

"Wow, missy. Ya gotta strike with a better stance next time, I didn't even use that much strength to deflect that blow." The man said, twirling the red spear around and resting it on his shoulders. He was dressed in a blue bodysuit with silver pauldrons, and his red eyes were glinting with amusement. He also had the biggest shit-eating grin Issei had ever seen on his face. "Don't tell me that's all you've got?"

"You!" Yuuma roared, and suddenly feathered wings as black as a crow's unfurled from her back. "You insignificant human! To think that I, Raynare of the Fallen Angels, have to use my wings against you…!"

"That's still pretty disappointing, missy. All I'm hearing is empty boasts. Ya gonna fight…" The man's grin somehow got even more vicious. "...or NOT?!"

All it took was the blink of an eye; the man suddenly disappeared.

"What?" Raynare managed to get out before her instincts screamed at her; she hastily blocked the red spear coming right at her. The strength behind the swing was enough to completely shatter the light spear and bat the Fallen out of the air, sending her careening towards the hard ground.

"Impossible!" Raynare gasped as she struggled to regain her footing. A single blow, a single blow was enough to break her spear?

"Awwww, is little Raynare having some trouble?" Kalawarner's voice drawled from behind her. The other Fallen Angels had arrived.

"Shut up!" Raynare growled. "There's some human that's interfering!"

"...You're strong." Dohnaseek said, eyes not leaving the blue-haired lancer for a single second. "Fight me."

The man laughed, and got into his stance. "Ya better give me your all! Because if not," he vanished again, and Dohnaseek's eyes went wide as he barely dodged the red spear by a millimeter, "I'm gonna kill ya."

To the side, Mittelt smiled sinisterly. "There's only one of you, and we outnumber you four to one! All we have to do to win is to kill the boy!" The young Fallen said, running straight at Issei who was still frozen in shock.

The next moment, Mittelt was on the ground and losing consciousness from a blow to her neck. "Wh-what…" she barely had time to catch a glimpse of royal blue and blond hair before she passed out.

"I would say the fight is more even now, not that it was unfair in the first place," said the knight with the invisible sword. "Come, if you dare."

Kalawarner screamed, "You bitch!" as she charged at the knight, who only raised an eyebrow at the Fallen Angel. It didn't take long for her to join the smaller Fallen Angel on the cold hard dirt.

"It is a sin to boast of numbers on the battlefield unless you know for sure you outnumber the enemy," the red-clad man with twin falchions said sarcastically as he twirled his swords. "Oldest mistake in the book, karma comes back to bite you in the ass."

All in all, it was a painfully efficient fight, with the Fallen Angels all unconscious heaps on the dirt by the end of ten minutes. While Raynare and her comrades were Fallen Angels, they were a step above minion at best, and it was really no contest against the skills and strength of three Servants at once.

It was to this sight that Rias was summoned. She had prepared a whole spiel and had the wind dramatically blowing out her crimson red hair as she came out of the circle, only to find a small crowd armed to the teeth and staring at her.

"U-um?" Rias said, confused.

"You are going to explain, miss, and you are going to explain everything." A girl with her dark hair tied in twin tails smiled politely, and Rias shivered at the dark aura underneath her expression, promising pain and retribution.

This...wasn't what she expected.

Again, I know shit all about what I'm doing. Just enjoy the ride. Your favourite Servants are gonna go out there, kick ass, and take fucking names, Age of Gods or not. And yes, while Azazel and Michael and Sirzechs and other supernatural beings are no pushovers themselves, on the other side of the ring we have goddamn Servants. Hell, just goddamn Gil alone is a game breaker, and now we've got a bunch of Heroic Spirits that just want to fish/enjoy married life/race motorcycles/read books/live their lives in peace AND they've got human Masters they care about! Come hell or high water they are heroes, and no one messes with them.

Raiser's gonna get a nasty surprise. HaaaaAAAAAAA iMMORTALITY (GILGAMESH LAUGHS, HERACLES LAUGHS SLIGHTLY LOUDER)