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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Frankenstein has a nightmare.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 495
Total word count: 34,290
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka blinked up at the ceiling. What had woken him up? It was still dark outside and quiet.
No. It wasn't.
Frankenstein's breathing was sharp and shallow, and he was trembling hard enough that Muzaka could feel it through the bed.
Frankenstein's eyes were closed though. Squeezed shut tight, but still closed.
A nightmare.
It had been a while since Frankenstein had one of those.
Muzaka slipped his arms around Frankenstein, trapping his arms. "Oi, Frankenstein," he murmured into Frankenstein's ear.
Frankenstein didn't react to it.
"Hey," Muzaka tried again, shaking Frankenstein.
Frankenstein snapped awake, and Muzaka must have loosened his grip to give Frankenstein enough to elbow him in the gut.
The air in his lungs were shoved out of him in a his, and the next second, his lungs were emptied again as he was slammed to the floor, softened only slightly because the blanket was taken down with him. Frankenstein was already on top of him, aura and transformation pressing down on Muzaka.
Muzaka had enough time to transform, catching Frankenstein's hands as they aimed for his neck. They struggled against each other, Frankenstein's eyes wide and unseeing.
"Frank-!"
Frankenstein's aura lashed out, slicing Muzaka's neck. It was just a scratch, a wild swing rather than stabbing through muscles like Frankenstein would have done if he'd been thinking normally.
"It's okay!" Muzaka said, pushing back with his own aura. "It was a-" Frankenstein was erratic like this, less predictable, and Frankenstein's aura slipped past his own, slicing Muzaka's cheek.
Their hands were slick with blood where Frankenstein's claws had dug into Muzaka's skin.
"It's me," Muzaka tried again. "Nightmare." Shorter sentences might help get through to him.
Frankenstein stared at him and Muzaka could see the recognition slowly seeping back into Frankenstein's eyes.
"Muz..."
Muzaka grinned, loosening his grip. "Yeah! It was just a nightmare." He pushed himself up, kissing Frankenstein.
"What..." Frankenstein swallowed, his breathing slowing again.
"You were havin' a nightmare," Muzaka said again, seeing Frankenstein's eyes focus on his cheek, and then dart down to their hands.
"It was just that?" He let go of his transformation and Muzaka exhaled as the pressure of Frankenstein's claws eased.
"Yep." The holes Frankenstein left were already closing and when he rubbed at his neck, the blood there chipped away.
Frankenstein glanced around, his attention mostly on the window and door.
"Jus' me here, Frankenstein." He reached up, drawing Frankenstein closer. "You were dreamin'."
Frankenstein was stiff, barely moving against Muzaka's chest, but Muzaka could feel him relax with every breath.
Muzaka wrapped an arm around Frankenstein's shoulders, the other he ran his fingers through Frankenstein's hair. "Just us. No-one else."
"Thank you..."
Muzaka pressed his lips to Frankenstein's temple, hearing Frankenstein exhale.
Frankenstein didn't fall back to sleep, one hand gripping Muzaka's top, but he didn't get up either, which was a good sign and said how much Frankenstein didn't want to leave.
Muzaka continued to stroke Frankenstein's hair, humming softly.
Inspired by this comic.
Summary: Frankenstein has a nightmare.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 495
Total word count: 34,290
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka blinked up at the ceiling. What had woken him up? It was still dark outside and quiet.
No. It wasn't.
Frankenstein's breathing was sharp and shallow, and he was trembling hard enough that Muzaka could feel it through the bed.
Frankenstein's eyes were closed though. Squeezed shut tight, but still closed.
A nightmare.
It had been a while since Frankenstein had one of those.
Muzaka slipped his arms around Frankenstein, trapping his arms. "Oi, Frankenstein," he murmured into Frankenstein's ear.
Frankenstein didn't react to it.
"Hey," Muzaka tried again, shaking Frankenstein.
Frankenstein snapped awake, and Muzaka must have loosened his grip to give Frankenstein enough to elbow him in the gut.
The air in his lungs were shoved out of him in a his, and the next second, his lungs were emptied again as he was slammed to the floor, softened only slightly because the blanket was taken down with him. Frankenstein was already on top of him, aura and transformation pressing down on Muzaka.
Muzaka had enough time to transform, catching Frankenstein's hands as they aimed for his neck. They struggled against each other, Frankenstein's eyes wide and unseeing.
"Frank-!"
Frankenstein's aura lashed out, slicing Muzaka's neck. It was just a scratch, a wild swing rather than stabbing through muscles like Frankenstein would have done if he'd been thinking normally.
"It's okay!" Muzaka said, pushing back with his own aura. "It was a-" Frankenstein was erratic like this, less predictable, and Frankenstein's aura slipped past his own, slicing Muzaka's cheek.
Their hands were slick with blood where Frankenstein's claws had dug into Muzaka's skin.
"It's me," Muzaka tried again. "Nightmare." Shorter sentences might help get through to him.
Frankenstein stared at him and Muzaka could see the recognition slowly seeping back into Frankenstein's eyes.
"Muz..."
Muzaka grinned, loosening his grip. "Yeah! It was just a nightmare." He pushed himself up, kissing Frankenstein.
"What..." Frankenstein swallowed, his breathing slowing again.
"You were havin' a nightmare," Muzaka said again, seeing Frankenstein's eyes focus on his cheek, and then dart down to their hands.
"It was just that?" He let go of his transformation and Muzaka exhaled as the pressure of Frankenstein's claws eased.
"Yep." The holes Frankenstein left were already closing and when he rubbed at his neck, the blood there chipped away.
Frankenstein glanced around, his attention mostly on the window and door.
"Jus' me here, Frankenstein." He reached up, drawing Frankenstein closer. "You were dreamin'."
Frankenstein was stiff, barely moving against Muzaka's chest, but Muzaka could feel him relax with every breath.
Muzaka wrapped an arm around Frankenstein's shoulders, the other he ran his fingers through Frankenstein's hair. "Just us. No-one else."
"Thank you..."
Muzaka pressed his lips to Frankenstein's temple, hearing Frankenstein exhale.
Frankenstein didn't fall back to sleep, one hand gripping Muzaka's top, but he didn't get up either, which was a good sign and said how much Frankenstein didn't want to leave.
Muzaka continued to stroke Frankenstein's hair, humming softly.
Inspired by this comic.