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esp_dragonv2) wrote2021-06-09 08:10 pm
esp_dragonv2) wrote2021-06-09 08:10 pm
Collection of Frankenstein/Muzaka Snippets [Soup]
Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Frankenstein felt more sluggish than usual.
Notes: Muzaka never left verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 742
Total word count: 23,393
Status: Work in progress
The world was a little slower than usual. And warmer. Frankenstein saw Muzaka peering at him, but right now that didn’t matter. He had work to do.
Frankenstein walked away, aiming towards the lab – he paused when Muzaka wrapped a hand around his wrist. “Hey."
"Mm?" Frankenstein glanced at him.
He blinked when Muzaka placed a hand against his forehead. "Thought so," Muzaka murmured. "You're ill," Muzaka continued, starting to guide him through the house. Away from the lab.
"I'm fine," Frankenstein said, trying to tug his hand free. Though he was stumbling a little more than usual. And... Ah, yes, his nose was stuffier than it would be as well.
"Uh-huh," Muzaka said, scooping Frankenstein up into his arms.
Frankenstein rolled his eyes, though he didn’t try to escape Muzaka's hold on him. "I'm not going to collapse."
Muzaka pressed his lips to Frankenstein's forehead, continuing to their bedroom. "An' I know you – you'll still be thinkin' about goin' to the lab if I don’t take you to bed."
"I'm not that sick," Frankenstein said.
"For now," Muzaka said, shaking his head. Frankenstein could see a small smile curling the corner of Muzaka's lips. "You keep goin' like this and then you will get sick." His smile turned into a grin as he shouldered their bedroom door open. "Plus, you like me carrying ya to bed."
Frankenstein rolled his eyes again, not keeping the amused smile from his own lips.
Muzaka set him in bed, making sure Frankenstein was tucked in. "I'll go make some soup, all right? Be back soon – an' no thinkin' about researchin' right now."
Frankenstein sighed as Muzaka left, letting the blanket's coolness settle against his skin. Yes, he did appear to have a fever. He sighed again, deeper, as his mind worked. How long had he been awake? How long had it been since the symptoms had appeared and he'd ignored them?
Not too long, because Muzaka would have noticed earlier. And Muzaka didn’t insist on bedrest unless he truly was on the way to becoming sick.
He grimaced, turning his face against the pillow, trying to soak in more of its coolness. Was his temperature picking up that quickly? Or was he just more aware of it now? It could be a mixture of both.
His thoughts continued to swirl, no longer sharp and clear, but ending as half-finished sentences that he forgot as soon they ended.
He heard their door open, but didn’t move, grumbling under his breath instead.
"Feelin' it now, huh?" Muzaka said, sitting next to him.
Frankenstein smelled chicken, and he closed his eyes when Muzaka ran his hand through his hair. "Apparently so." Muzaka's hand felt cool, and that alone said just how high his temperature was running.
"You can continue researchin' once you feel better," Muzaka said with a chuckle. "Don't wanna make mistakes while you're runnin' your tests, an' hafta redo them all again, do you?"
That was true. Especially he doubted he would be able to make sense of his notes afterwards. If he even made notes.
"Do you wanna sit up, or do you want me to feed you?" Muzaka asked, still running his fingers through Frankenstein's hair.
"I'll sit up," Frankenstein said, pushing himself up as Muzaka moved away. He squinted as the lights brightened for a second before they settled down again.
"You sure?" Muzaka asked, holding the bowl out to him.
"Yes," Frankenstein said, taking the bowl, savouring the scent. Muzaka did know how he preferred his soup, especially when he was sick. "Though your company while I eat wouldn't go amiss."
Muzaka chuckled as he sat next to Frankenstein, close enough that Frankenstein could lean against him. "I wouldn't be leavin' you alone anyway – just in case you got worse."
"Is it that obvious?" Frankenstein asked, having a spoonful of soup.
Muzaka shrugged. "If you're sick enough to catch something, you usually go down hard, and then bounce back just as fast."
"Hmm." Frankenstein mused over the few times he'd been sick before – which...had been due to overwork, one way or another, he had to admit.
"Thank you," he said, leaning against. If he'd continued working, he would have ended up with more work in the long run.
"You're welcome," Muzaka said, nuzzling Frankenstein's temple. "But keep eatin'."
Frankenstein chuckled. "Yes, yes, I will." It shouldn't take him too long to recover, especially under Muzaka's care.
Painted Frankenstein sick with soup (thanks to sketchadayapp's prompt 'soup'), and fic wanted to be written as well, aha.
Summary: Frankenstein felt more sluggish than usual.
Notes: Muzaka never left verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 742
Total word count: 23,393
Status: Work in progress
The world was a little slower than usual. And warmer. Frankenstein saw Muzaka peering at him, but right now that didn’t matter. He had work to do.
Frankenstein walked away, aiming towards the lab – he paused when Muzaka wrapped a hand around his wrist. “Hey."
"Mm?" Frankenstein glanced at him.
He blinked when Muzaka placed a hand against his forehead. "Thought so," Muzaka murmured. "You're ill," Muzaka continued, starting to guide him through the house. Away from the lab.
"I'm fine," Frankenstein said, trying to tug his hand free. Though he was stumbling a little more than usual. And... Ah, yes, his nose was stuffier than it would be as well.
"Uh-huh," Muzaka said, scooping Frankenstein up into his arms.
Frankenstein rolled his eyes, though he didn’t try to escape Muzaka's hold on him. "I'm not going to collapse."
Muzaka pressed his lips to Frankenstein's forehead, continuing to their bedroom. "An' I know you – you'll still be thinkin' about goin' to the lab if I don’t take you to bed."
"I'm not that sick," Frankenstein said.
"For now," Muzaka said, shaking his head. Frankenstein could see a small smile curling the corner of Muzaka's lips. "You keep goin' like this and then you will get sick." His smile turned into a grin as he shouldered their bedroom door open. "Plus, you like me carrying ya to bed."
Frankenstein rolled his eyes again, not keeping the amused smile from his own lips.
Muzaka set him in bed, making sure Frankenstein was tucked in. "I'll go make some soup, all right? Be back soon – an' no thinkin' about researchin' right now."
Frankenstein sighed as Muzaka left, letting the blanket's coolness settle against his skin. Yes, he did appear to have a fever. He sighed again, deeper, as his mind worked. How long had he been awake? How long had it been since the symptoms had appeared and he'd ignored them?
Not too long, because Muzaka would have noticed earlier. And Muzaka didn’t insist on bedrest unless he truly was on the way to becoming sick.
He grimaced, turning his face against the pillow, trying to soak in more of its coolness. Was his temperature picking up that quickly? Or was he just more aware of it now? It could be a mixture of both.
His thoughts continued to swirl, no longer sharp and clear, but ending as half-finished sentences that he forgot as soon they ended.
He heard their door open, but didn’t move, grumbling under his breath instead.
"Feelin' it now, huh?" Muzaka said, sitting next to him.
Frankenstein smelled chicken, and he closed his eyes when Muzaka ran his hand through his hair. "Apparently so." Muzaka's hand felt cool, and that alone said just how high his temperature was running.
"You can continue researchin' once you feel better," Muzaka said with a chuckle. "Don't wanna make mistakes while you're runnin' your tests, an' hafta redo them all again, do you?"
That was true. Especially he doubted he would be able to make sense of his notes afterwards. If he even made notes.
"Do you wanna sit up, or do you want me to feed you?" Muzaka asked, still running his fingers through Frankenstein's hair.
"I'll sit up," Frankenstein said, pushing himself up as Muzaka moved away. He squinted as the lights brightened for a second before they settled down again.
"You sure?" Muzaka asked, holding the bowl out to him.
"Yes," Frankenstein said, taking the bowl, savouring the scent. Muzaka did know how he preferred his soup, especially when he was sick. "Though your company while I eat wouldn't go amiss."
Muzaka chuckled as he sat next to Frankenstein, close enough that Frankenstein could lean against him. "I wouldn't be leavin' you alone anyway – just in case you got worse."
"Is it that obvious?" Frankenstein asked, having a spoonful of soup.
Muzaka shrugged. "If you're sick enough to catch something, you usually go down hard, and then bounce back just as fast."
"Hmm." Frankenstein mused over the few times he'd been sick before – which...had been due to overwork, one way or another, he had to admit.
"Thank you," he said, leaning against. If he'd continued working, he would have ended up with more work in the long run.
"You're welcome," Muzaka said, nuzzling Frankenstein's temple. "But keep eatin'."
Frankenstein chuckled. "Yes, yes, I will." It shouldn't take him too long to recover, especially under Muzaka's care.
Painted Frankenstein sick with soup (thanks to sketchadayapp's prompt 'soup'), and fic wanted to be written as well, aha.