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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: The recovery after a fight.
Contains: M-21/Takeo/Tao
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 250
Status: Work in progress
M-21 sighed as he leaned on the balcony banister, watching a lone car pass underneath. It was quiet, the sounds of the city muted in the distance. He heard someone walk up behind him, and he tilted his head towards him. "Hey."
Takeo took his place next to him. "How are you feeling?"
M-21 shrugged. "Alive." That was the best he could have at the moment. So long as he was alive, his healing could take care of the rest. "You?"
Takeo hummed, playing with a lock of hair, rolling it between his fingers. "I can move without everything aching anymore."
"Good." He'd seen the state Takeo had been in when they'd all returned home - Takeo had been a mess. Not in danger -Frankenstein would have been more urgent if he had been- but it was still bad.
M-21 heard the approaching thundering footsteps and he stepped away from Takeo, knowing where Tao would aim for.
Tao didn't step out onto the balcony, launching himself from the door instead, hooking his elbows around M-21 and Takeo's shoulders.
"Guuyyys," Tao said, planting a quick kiss on M-21 and Takeo's cheeks, "do you know what my hands are made for?"
"Trouble," M-21 said.
"Hacking," Takeo added a second later.
"What? No!" Tao stood up, his hand going down to M-21's. "Holding!"
Oh.
Tao grinned at them, and the sight of it made M-21 relax, smiling back as he tightened his hold on Tao's hand.
Yeah, things were all right now.
Inspired by promptsforthestrugglingauthor's prompt, '“You know what these hands are made for?” I wiggled my fingers with a grin. Before either of my partners could respond, I reached for their hands. “Holding!”
Summary: The recovery after a fight.
Contains: M-21/Takeo/Tao
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 250
Status: Work in progress
M-21 sighed as he leaned on the balcony banister, watching a lone car pass underneath. It was quiet, the sounds of the city muted in the distance. He heard someone walk up behind him, and he tilted his head towards him. "Hey."
Takeo took his place next to him. "How are you feeling?"
M-21 shrugged. "Alive." That was the best he could have at the moment. So long as he was alive, his healing could take care of the rest. "You?"
Takeo hummed, playing with a lock of hair, rolling it between his fingers. "I can move without everything aching anymore."
"Good." He'd seen the state Takeo had been in when they'd all returned home - Takeo had been a mess. Not in danger -Frankenstein would have been more urgent if he had been- but it was still bad.
M-21 heard the approaching thundering footsteps and he stepped away from Takeo, knowing where Tao would aim for.
Tao didn't step out onto the balcony, launching himself from the door instead, hooking his elbows around M-21 and Takeo's shoulders.
"Guuyyys," Tao said, planting a quick kiss on M-21 and Takeo's cheeks, "do you know what my hands are made for?"
"Trouble," M-21 said.
"Hacking," Takeo added a second later.
"What? No!" Tao stood up, his hand going down to M-21's. "Holding!"
Oh.
Tao grinned at them, and the sight of it made M-21 relax, smiling back as he tightened his hold on Tao's hand.
Yeah, things were all right now.
Inspired by promptsforthestrugglingauthor's prompt, '“You know what these hands are made for?” I wiggled my fingers with a grin. Before either of my partners could respond, I reached for their hands. “Holding!”