Arthurlyn visits sometimes

Pairing: Chuck Nasty/JudeLow (Video Blogging RPF)

There’re many words to describe Chucknasty as a teammate but Judelow better not say Chuck’s never done anything for him.

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Judelow catches a fever from overworking and Chucknasty takes care of him.

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Being the greatest trapper, or just a good player in general, requires lots of skill, effort and the power to pull through hardships. All the things Chucknasty doesn’t have. Or that was his assumption, Judelow said. For a guy almost dies of laughter after Chuck fumbles from time to time, Jude always seems to believe he can achieve greatness. The point is, Judelow works hard. The painful deaths given upon his enemies don’t happen because he’s lucky. He can’t make a backup trap for a backup trap just by drinking coffee and eating flowers. Jude stays up late, pen in his aching fingers, scrapped papers pile up at his feet. He calculates and rechecks, again and again, until Chucknasty has enough and carries him to bed every midnight.

Chuck isn’t surprised, not really, when one day he steps into Jude’s bedroom just to witness his friend flushing, sweating and burning up under the covers. His long rabbit ears are flopping down, giving the vibe of some pitiful dead balloons.

“I’m gonna throw up,” Jude groans miserably.

“Don’t.” Chuck says dryly as he opens his communicator.

He tells Parker who informs Tai about the trapper’s current state, and both agree to guard the base as subtly as possible. This news stays between them. Chuck doesn’t have any personal beef with the guys on the server, but there're a whole lot of them that can't be trusted around this vulnerable Jude.

When it’s just him and the sad fluffy puddle again, Chuck takes three seconds to question his life before getting to work. He pulls a chair into the room, along with a warm water bucket and a clean cloth. Ignoring Jude’s protests, he coaxes his teammate out of bed and makes him sit on the chair. He strips Jude off his outfit, just leaves behind the boxer and wets the cloth. He feels the fever burning on his palm as he cups his friend’s cheek, green eyes following the redness that spreads to his chest for a moment.

Judelow lets out a childlike squeak as the cloth washes his face, Chuck’s thumb carefully cleans the dip between his nose and dimples. The cloth moves around Jude’s neck, along his shoulders, down his spine then runs up to his stomach and collarbone. Chuck works with great concentration, it’s been a while since he looks after someone like this.The room is silent. If it were any other time, Jude would be yapping nonstop, using his voice to fill every space like picture pieces. It speaks volume how bad his physical health must be for there’s hardly any sound aside from his exhausted breathing. But he should know, Judelow being sick doesn’t make him any less… well, Jude. He moans as Chucknasty cleans over his nipples. The man with emerald eyes doesn’t falter but Jude barks out a laugh at the most deadpan look he’s ever received.

Not letting the dumb rabbit delay his process, Chuck gets down on one knee, rewet the cloth and washes his legs. He ignores the whistle, the whimpers and the hums coming from above, all the little noise that can give someone a boner (maybe he would have, any other time.) Chuck lifts his ankle gently to clean his thighs in and out before moving down.

“You look good like this, on the floor for me…” Jude whispers, just for the love of the game, Chucknasty doesn’t bother reacting.

Chuck is no nonchalant guy, everyone and their mothers know that, (his boys definitely do, considering Biggy still teases him about that one time Chuck almost destroyed his Mario car) but Jude makes him feel like the most graceful person on Earth sometimes. That’s not a compliment.

The rabbit hybrid giggles as Chuck takes the time to clean his toes. After he’s finished, he stands up and gets a new bed sheet while Jude changes his boxer and slips into clean pajamas. Chuck reaches for the box of granola on the nearby table, the little snack his friend always throws in their cart at the supermarket. He puts a chunk on his hand, lifts it to Jude’s mouth and feels soft lips move against his palm as his teammate chews. He grabs a healing bottle next, but just lets Jude take a few slips. The healing portion is a player’s good friend, but mostly when battles call and broken bones or damaged organs happen. A natural fever from one’s stupid tendencies of overworking is trickier. Even with the medicine, Jude still needs proper time to recover.

“Rest for now, I'll make you some food.”

Chuck gathers all the dirty fabric, exits the room and dumps everything in the washing machine. Watching the water running, he can’t help but thank the past Judelow. The trapper had spent nearly an hour yesterday fixing the errors that caused the laundry detergent to leak out, it would have been a pain for Chuck to deal with otherwise. When he opens the fridge, he mentally thanks the past Parker next. The enderman had broken the “I'll do it tomorrow” spell and dragged their sorry asses out for groceries. There’s a decent amount of vegetables and leftover chickens to make a nice meal. He idly daydreams about the comfort food Karl usually cooks when Chuck or anyone in their group gets sick. He knows it wasn’t anything fancy, but it did taste like heaven when Karl presented the spoon to his mouth. He can’t do it like his friend does but he can make something close.

Surprisingly, out of three people living in this base, Chuck is the best chef. Parker has room to improve but Judelow is firmly banned from the kitchen. He selects the ingredients and rolls up his sleeves. He’s only ever this locked in when he mines, Jude better appreciates him for this. After almost an hour, Chuck allows himself to nod in pride at the soup pot, the scent spreading nicely. He whispers to Parker about the meal, giving the guy who is probably getting his ass kicked because of their stupid friend something worthy when he gets home.

He pours out a bowl and takes it to Jude’s bedroom. The smell has woken the rabbit who perks up at his arrival and slowly rises from the sheet with a grin. He puts the bowl on the bedside table before looking at Jude only to see the dude staring back at him.

“What?”

The ruby eyes crinkle in amusement. “Shouldn't you feed me?”

Shame on him for thinking this damn bunny will have some manners just because he gets beaten up by a fever. Chuck lets out a quiet suffering sigh as his friend giggles and he lifts the spoon. At least Jude is eating well, catching slip after slip without whining or fussing. “This tastes good, thanks bro.” Jude said softly and Chuck hums. Even though his teammate renders him speechless sometimes, Chuck knows if he was physically better, he would be showering him with praises. After the meal is done, he gives Jude the healing bottle again and lets him finish the rest. Putting the bowl in the sink, he comes back to Jude’s room, a blanket and pillow for himself in his arms.

“You are not gonna join me?” Jude asks as Chuck puts the sheet on the floor, the end of his words somewhat got cut by a yawn.

“And follow your footsteps? No, thanks.” In any other circumstances, he would love to get under the covers and tucks Jude close to his chest but he can’t afford to catch something from him right now.

“Sleep.” Chuck says and the hybrid honks softly in agreement. Chuck will keep him company, take a nap and eat with Parker later. He doesn’t sleep right away, staring at the ceiling and listening to his friend’s soft breath.