#daithi de basically

[boredfaneliza]

Magick, Mythical Creatures, and School in a nutshell

me, as an interviewr: so marcel how do you kiss your boyfriend if he lost his head?

marcel, the berserker: oh ya know ;)

nogla, the dullahan: uhh

me: :D

[poly-bus]

BasicallyNogla : Sick Fic

Genre: FLUFF!!

I felt like adding this rarity I suppose, is it rare? I dunno.

Enjoy, ~Mod P

Marcel felt the cold water dribble down his face, his hand soaked in the running water from his bathroom faucet.

The other wasn’t feeling very well, having stayed up all night and then some extra hours when Marcel himself had awoken.

Nogla blamed it on the coffee and energy drinks, and not the lack of sleep.

He’d been gaming a full 8 hours with the boys for two different sessions and games.

Quite a mistake, Marcel had known it’d end with him getting sick.

“David, it’s almost noon, are you hungry?”

David’s faint coughing was heard, a moment or two of silence before his response came short, “Yeh....”

Marcel grabbed his comb and brushed through his hair, sighing when he deemed it fine enough for the day.

He left and entered their bedroom, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe, “You shouldn’t have stayed up until 8 in the god damn morning, David.”

“It’s fockin’ fine, yeh?”

“I had a date planned today. We had a date planned today.”

David glanced up from the fort of pillows he made an hour ago, “W-Weh did?”

Marcel scoffed and left the room, letting the Irish man scramble onto his feet and dizzily make his way after the male.

“‘m sorry, Marcel, I didn’t know.”

.”Go back to bed, Nogla. I’ll bring you lunch in a bit, okay?”

Nogla snorted and came up behind the male, gently wrapping his arms around his waist and laying his head on his shoulder, “Ya hear me, yeh? ‘M sorry.”

Marcel smiled softly, “You’re going to get me sick, Nogla, by god, go lay down.”

Nogla shook his head, “Not ‘till ya kiss meh, eh?”

Marcel groaned, a blush rising on his cheeks as his hands gently grasped Nogla’s, “Fine...”

The other spun him around, relishing in the favorable squeak from his lover and pressed their lips together.

Marcel could taste his bad breath, cringing a moment before breaking away.

“Go brush your teeth. I’ll bring you some soup, okay?”

Nogla groaned, “Fine, I’ll make it up to yah, I swear it, Marcy.”

Marcel blushed at the nickname and pointed to their bedroom, “Go on.”

Nogla smiled, nodding and heading off to their room like an exhausted idiot.

Marcel smiled and turned back to his oven, praying to go that he didn’t catch the other’s sickness through that kiss.

He’d better go buy some meds to make sure...