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esp_dragonv2) wrote2021-10-16 07:06 pm
esp_dragonv2) wrote2021-10-16 07:06 pm
Little Wolf [Lunch]
Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Making lunch.
Notes: Frankenstein/Muzaka, who adopt little!M-21 AU
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,151
Total word count: 2,960
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka could hear movement outside the door while he was moving around in the kitchen. It obviously wasn't Frankenstein (he knew the sound of Frankenstein's walk like he knew his own heartbeat), who would have walked straight in anyway, and he didn't sense any kind of bloodlust, and who was their newest occupant?
It was rare to see Min-gyu when it wasn't mealtime, because the kid tended to hide in his room most of the time, so it was good he was feeling a little braver to explore the house. Muzaka knew as soon as he walked over to the door Min-gyu would bolt so he couldn't do that, but if Min-gyu needed something...
Hm.
"What..."
Muzaka hid his smile, even if Min-gyu's voice trailed off. Min-gyu was starting a conversation! That was pretty new too.
"Yeah?"
Min-gyu had poked his head into the kitchen but hadn't stepped in quite yet, looking ready to duck out at the first sign of danger. "What're you doing?" Min-gyu wasn't exactly looking at Muzaka, but more at what Muzaka was holding.
"Makin' lunch!" Muzaka said, beaming at him. He saw Min-gyu's brow furrow, but the kid didn't say anything more than that. Which made sense, since it was already dark out, and lunch had passed hours ago. "It's so lunch can be ready tomorrow so we can just take it when we leave, since it can be pretty hectic in the mornin', yeah?"
Min-gyu's brow cleared, and he nodded once.
"Sooo," Muzaka drew out, an idea forming in his head, "do you wanna help?" Frankenstein had said helping Min-gyu feel in control should help, and getting to choose and make his lunch should make him feel a little more in control, shouldn't it?
Min-gyu eyed him, but at least it didn't have the wide-eyed panicked look that he used to have whenever Muzaka or Frankenstein asked him a question.
"All right..." Min-gyu said, still eyeing him as he stepped into the kitchen.
"'Kay, so I had a couple ideas on what to put in, so do you wanna tell me which one you like?" Muzaka said, pulling out the little stepstool so Min-gyu could see up on the counter properly.
Min-gyu climbed up, looking over the sandwiches and other items Muzaka had set out already. He didn't say anything for a few seconds, just looking over everything, and Muzaka stayed quiet, letting him make his decision.
"Why...do you want to know what I want?" Min-gyu said instead. "It's your lunch? I'll just-" He cut himself off, looking away.
...Oh, right. Muzaka hadn't actually said whose lunch he was making, had he?
"'Cause it's your lunch, kiddo," Muzaka said, resisting the urge to pat Min-gyu's head, since Min-gyu wouldn't know it was coming. Min-gyu's head whipped to him, but Muzaka kept on talking. "So pick what you like and you'll have it for lunch tomorrow."
"Mine?"
"Yup!"
Min-gyu turned his attention back to the selection again, and while he did that, Muzaka started working on his and Frankenstein's lunches.
"Can...I have this one?" Min-gyu asked, pointing as he watched Muzaka closely.
"Of course! Do you want it in a particular shape or just like that?" he said, pulling the sandwich closer to Min-gyu.
"Does... Does it have to be in a shape?" Min-gyu asked as Muzaka brought his lunchbox over.
"If you don't want it to be."
"I'll just - that's fine."
Muzaka nodded, setting the lunchbox in front of Min-gyu, so he could put the sandwich in how he wanted it. "How about a snack?" And maybe some fruit too. Maybe Min-gyu would like using the little shape cutters they had for them.
He smiled, seeing concentration flourish on Min-gyu's face again. He was thinking about it now, rather than backing away from anything new.
It was definitely a start.
* * *
Frankenstein exhaled as he leaned back in his chair. He'd gotten through most of the urgent files that had been waiting for him on his desk when he arrived, and he'd made some decent headway through his emails.
And it was already lunch time.
Sometimes it felt he was battling a fire that was constantly growing and he was never able to fully put it out before it grew again.
He might be able to manage if he delegated some tasks, but he wanted to make sure everything was being handled how he wanted it done.
He exhaled again, reaching for the lunchbox Muzaka had handed him in the morning before Frankenstein had left for work. There was a small note tied to it that he hadn't even noticed, his mind already distracted thinking about the tasks he needed to do.
Frankenstein tugged the note free and unfolded it.
[Hey,
I'm hoping making you lunch might mean you actually eat it rather than forgetting again! Try not to work too hard.
M xx]
Underneath Muzaka's familiar handwriting was a different message, written very carefully in a child's scrawl.
[I hope you like it.
Min-gyu]
They had both made him lunch? How hadn't he noticed? Was it when he was in the lab, or some other time?
He shook his head, a smile growing across his face, his heart feeling lighter. When didn't matter. What mattered was that they'd done it.
He lifted the lid and a snort bubbled out of his throat before he could stop it. There were some neat sandwiches and apple pieces cut with an uncertain hand. There were also a few larger carrot pieces whittled into the shape of a pen and other miscellaneous office stationary. He picked one up, and aside from the texture, it certainly fit his hand and felt like one of his pens.
The smile dropped from his face as he saw an urgent email appear in his inbox.
All right. He would answer this one email, and then he would get back to lunch.
* * *
"I'm sorry," Frankenstein said, groping around his desk, phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, his other hand typing in the details he'd just heard, "what was that number again?" He could type it up, and it would be faster that way, but it would also just be as easily lost in the system as soon as the next email or call came through.
His fingers curled around a pen and he brought it over as he listened.
And stopped, seeing the bright orange carrot in his hand, so very close to touching the paper.
Frankenstein stifled his sigh as he grimaced, the other person still talking as he put the carrot back.
Right. After the email, another email had come through, and then a call and now it was an hour later.
After this call, he was switching off his monitor and ignoring the phone. He was going to have the lunch Muzaka and Min-gyu had made for him.
There was another version where it focuses on M-21 eating lunch, but I just wanted to write Frankenstein's lunch right now, ahah. Inspired by this conversation.
Summary: Making lunch.
Notes: Frankenstein/Muzaka, who adopt little!M-21 AU
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,151
Total word count: 2,960
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka could hear movement outside the door while he was moving around in the kitchen. It obviously wasn't Frankenstein (he knew the sound of Frankenstein's walk like he knew his own heartbeat), who would have walked straight in anyway, and he didn't sense any kind of bloodlust, and who was their newest occupant?
It was rare to see Min-gyu when it wasn't mealtime, because the kid tended to hide in his room most of the time, so it was good he was feeling a little braver to explore the house. Muzaka knew as soon as he walked over to the door Min-gyu would bolt so he couldn't do that, but if Min-gyu needed something...
Hm.
"What..."
Muzaka hid his smile, even if Min-gyu's voice trailed off. Min-gyu was starting a conversation! That was pretty new too.
"Yeah?"
Min-gyu had poked his head into the kitchen but hadn't stepped in quite yet, looking ready to duck out at the first sign of danger. "What're you doing?" Min-gyu wasn't exactly looking at Muzaka, but more at what Muzaka was holding.
"Makin' lunch!" Muzaka said, beaming at him. He saw Min-gyu's brow furrow, but the kid didn't say anything more than that. Which made sense, since it was already dark out, and lunch had passed hours ago. "It's so lunch can be ready tomorrow so we can just take it when we leave, since it can be pretty hectic in the mornin', yeah?"
Min-gyu's brow cleared, and he nodded once.
"Sooo," Muzaka drew out, an idea forming in his head, "do you wanna help?" Frankenstein had said helping Min-gyu feel in control should help, and getting to choose and make his lunch should make him feel a little more in control, shouldn't it?
Min-gyu eyed him, but at least it didn't have the wide-eyed panicked look that he used to have whenever Muzaka or Frankenstein asked him a question.
"All right..." Min-gyu said, still eyeing him as he stepped into the kitchen.
"'Kay, so I had a couple ideas on what to put in, so do you wanna tell me which one you like?" Muzaka said, pulling out the little stepstool so Min-gyu could see up on the counter properly.
Min-gyu climbed up, looking over the sandwiches and other items Muzaka had set out already. He didn't say anything for a few seconds, just looking over everything, and Muzaka stayed quiet, letting him make his decision.
"Why...do you want to know what I want?" Min-gyu said instead. "It's your lunch? I'll just-" He cut himself off, looking away.
...Oh, right. Muzaka hadn't actually said whose lunch he was making, had he?
"'Cause it's your lunch, kiddo," Muzaka said, resisting the urge to pat Min-gyu's head, since Min-gyu wouldn't know it was coming. Min-gyu's head whipped to him, but Muzaka kept on talking. "So pick what you like and you'll have it for lunch tomorrow."
"Mine?"
"Yup!"
Min-gyu turned his attention back to the selection again, and while he did that, Muzaka started working on his and Frankenstein's lunches.
"Can...I have this one?" Min-gyu asked, pointing as he watched Muzaka closely.
"Of course! Do you want it in a particular shape or just like that?" he said, pulling the sandwich closer to Min-gyu.
"Does... Does it have to be in a shape?" Min-gyu asked as Muzaka brought his lunchbox over.
"If you don't want it to be."
"I'll just - that's fine."
Muzaka nodded, setting the lunchbox in front of Min-gyu, so he could put the sandwich in how he wanted it. "How about a snack?" And maybe some fruit too. Maybe Min-gyu would like using the little shape cutters they had for them.
He smiled, seeing concentration flourish on Min-gyu's face again. He was thinking about it now, rather than backing away from anything new.
It was definitely a start.
Frankenstein exhaled as he leaned back in his chair. He'd gotten through most of the urgent files that had been waiting for him on his desk when he arrived, and he'd made some decent headway through his emails.
And it was already lunch time.
Sometimes it felt he was battling a fire that was constantly growing and he was never able to fully put it out before it grew again.
He might be able to manage if he delegated some tasks, but he wanted to make sure everything was being handled how he wanted it done.
He exhaled again, reaching for the lunchbox Muzaka had handed him in the morning before Frankenstein had left for work. There was a small note tied to it that he hadn't even noticed, his mind already distracted thinking about the tasks he needed to do.
Frankenstein tugged the note free and unfolded it.
[Hey,
I'm hoping making you lunch might mean you actually eat it rather than forgetting again! Try not to work too hard.
M xx]
Underneath Muzaka's familiar handwriting was a different message, written very carefully in a child's scrawl.
[I hope you like it.
Min-gyu]
They had both made him lunch? How hadn't he noticed? Was it when he was in the lab, or some other time?
He shook his head, a smile growing across his face, his heart feeling lighter. When didn't matter. What mattered was that they'd done it.
He lifted the lid and a snort bubbled out of his throat before he could stop it. There were some neat sandwiches and apple pieces cut with an uncertain hand. There were also a few larger carrot pieces whittled into the shape of a pen and other miscellaneous office stationary. He picked one up, and aside from the texture, it certainly fit his hand and felt like one of his pens.
The smile dropped from his face as he saw an urgent email appear in his inbox.
All right. He would answer this one email, and then he would get back to lunch.
"I'm sorry," Frankenstein said, groping around his desk, phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, his other hand typing in the details he'd just heard, "what was that number again?" He could type it up, and it would be faster that way, but it would also just be as easily lost in the system as soon as the next email or call came through.
His fingers curled around a pen and he brought it over as he listened.
And stopped, seeing the bright orange carrot in his hand, so very close to touching the paper.
Frankenstein stifled his sigh as he grimaced, the other person still talking as he put the carrot back.
Right. After the email, another email had come through, and then a call and now it was an hour later.
After this call, he was switching off his monitor and ignoring the phone. He was going to have the lunch Muzaka and Min-gyu had made for him.
There was another version where it focuses on M-21 eating lunch, but I just wanted to write Frankenstein's lunch right now, ahah. Inspired by this conversation.