A/N: So here's the first one of the challenge. I've posted this on AO3 as well so yeah lol. Not much to say about this one but hope you enjoy!
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Newt blinked his bad eye once, twice, three times before the burn finally stopped. With a sigh he rubbed it gently trying not to irritate it any more than he could due to the fact that Hermann would bite his head off if he felt any more pain flashing behind his left eye. Ever since their drift they had become connected in a strange way, not completely connected but enough that when they were in pain due to drift side effects the other would feel it whether it was headaches, nightmares, eye pain, nosebleeds, the works.
So there he was trying to make the itch go away by ignoring it while he wandered around his mobster boyfriend's gift to him; a beautiful and large lab full of kaiju parts that he was attempting to clone and study. It was not working so he plopped down in one of the few large chairs Hannibal had placed in there for him. He allowed his body to curl up in on itself, pulling his legs to his chest and resting his forehead on his knees. His eyes slide close and his body rocked back and forth gently to the rhythm of the CD playing in the corner of the room from his stereo.
The pain and itch was moving to his head now and he felt a headache coming on even as he ran his fingers up his temples and into his hair to pull at the strands gently before it slowly progressed to rough tugs as the pain grew. Mentally he was screaming and telling Hermann he was sorry hoping that somehow their connection would allow him to apologize to his drift partner. A small whimper left him though when a third hand ran up his neck and combed through his hair, pushing his hands out-of-the-way.
"Easy kid." the voice muttered softly as the hand pulled gently at the strands before running the digits through them in a calming way. A body now sat next to him on the arm of the chair and he felt a leg press against his shoes. Newt sighed softly, pulling his head away from his knees to stare up at the face of his boyfriend. He smiled softly and the gangster gave him a golden grin in return.
"Feel better?" Hannibal questioned, fingers still stroking Newt's hair and for once the usually jittery scientist was calm and quiet. It wouldn't last long nor would Hannibal's moment of playing nurse and it would never happen in public...the man had an image to uphold after all! Newt nodded softly at the question before standing up, his headache fading fast, and gave a peck to the white-haired man's cheek before returning to what he was doing. Hannibal moved to sit in the chair just to watch Newt for a few minutes mainly to make sure he didn't have a fit, which was the case with some of these headaches or nosebleeds, but he also just wanted to watch the scientist work before he drug back into the fray of his business.