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A little Viktor/Kraven. Oh, and Daria? Although Soren isn't in this fic at all, it was that pic of Soren that you commented with that inspired this. Weird, yes? ^^
Title: In Sickness and In Health (140 words)
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Viktor/Kraven
Rating: G
Summary: (takes place before Kraven was bitten) Mortal Kraven has a cold.
Notes: OMG! For one thing, this has a G rating! 0.o Also, warning for excessive OOC-ness. God, this drabble turned out fluffy…and CUTE! Good grief, I wrote something f-ing cute! >.<
Lord Viktor pushed open the door to his bedroom while balancing a wooden bowl of delectable beef stew in his freehand. “Kraven?” he called and was greeted with three large sneezes signifying that the mortal he’d taken in and eventually planned to turn was awake. “Are you feeling any better now?”
“Wub do you tink?” the young human replied petulantly. He was sitting in the bed he shared with Viktor, wrapped in blankets and looking thoroughly miserable.
The Elder tried to restrain his amusement. A sick Kraven was rather adorable in an awfully pathetic sort of way. “I brought you some soup, m’boy. Are you hungry?”
“Yes. Tank you,” Kraven sniffled gratefully, and Viktor couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. His lover was just too cute!
“’S not funny,” the mortal complained. “’m weally sick.”
Viktor only laughed harder.
Title: In Sickness and In Health (140 words)
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Viktor/Kraven
Rating: G
Summary: (takes place before Kraven was bitten) Mortal Kraven has a cold.
Notes: OMG! For one thing, this has a G rating! 0.o Also, warning for excessive OOC-ness. God, this drabble turned out fluffy…and CUTE! Good grief, I wrote something f-ing cute! >.<
Lord Viktor pushed open the door to his bedroom while balancing a wooden bowl of delectable beef stew in his freehand. “Kraven?” he called and was greeted with three large sneezes signifying that the mortal he’d taken in and eventually planned to turn was awake. “Are you feeling any better now?”
“Wub do you tink?” the young human replied petulantly. He was sitting in the bed he shared with Viktor, wrapped in blankets and looking thoroughly miserable.
The Elder tried to restrain his amusement. A sick Kraven was rather adorable in an awfully pathetic sort of way. “I brought you some soup, m’boy. Are you hungry?”
“Yes. Tank you,” Kraven sniffled gratefully, and Viktor couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. His lover was just too cute!
“’S not funny,” the mortal complained. “’m weally sick.”
Viktor only laughed harder.
