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perfectpaperbluebirds · 4 years ago

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@sicktember #1

Prompt # 1: Fever

Title: Damn Nick Fury

Fandom: Avengers/MCU

To kick Sicktember off, I'm starting with some classic Avengers sickfic. This is actually part of a longer work that I posted many moons ago on AO3. Still one of my favorite whump fics that I've written.

Clint Barton breathed slowly and deeply as he drew back his bow, sighting in his next target. He was so far unnoticed by the cultists they were fighting, perched high in a tree as he was. Below, Natasha was baiting and dodging them with ease, dispatching one every now and then to keep them occupied. Clint's task was to pick them off as she did so.

Another arrow met its mark.The archer sniffled wetly as he reloaded while cold water continued to trickle down the back of his collar. He had made Fury aware a day or so ago that he had a mild cold, as was his duty as an assassin. If he wasn’t at one hundred percent, his commander needed to know. However, Fury had insisted he and Nat take this mission, since no one else was available. The soaking rain they encountered when they arrived was unexpected. However, it turned out the rain had actually made it easier to obtain the objective of this particular mission. Meanwhile though, it was making Clint thoroughly miserable. Compared to other missions it was going quickly, but the five hour stakeout leading up to the current fight had not been pleasant in the continuous downpour, even up in a tree.

Wiping his nose on his shoulder, Cint again loosed an arrow. Only five more cultists to go. Then they could loot the bunker, get the map they needed, and go home. A drip of water hit him right in the eye, and he growled to himself, inwardly cursing Fury. He had started to shiver an hour ago, though he made sure his hands were steady as ever. He couldn’t wait to take a long, hot shower and sleep for at least twelve hours. He only needed to hold out a little longer.

The tickle in his throat had gradually become a low, irritating ache. He coughed softly. The sound did little to make his throat feel better, but it did make the nearest cultist look up at him. Before the man could do anything other than widen his eyes, Clint’s arrow ended him expertly.

Hawkeye sighed wearily. Four more to go.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thirty-six hours later, Clint and Natasha were relaxing on the couch in Avengers Tower. Natasha had her legs tucked up under her and was reading a book while Clint had his head pillowed in her lap with his arm flung over his eyes. Suddenly, his breath hitched warningly. Natasha lifted her arm in a practiced way to give him room to turn and bury his face into a tissue:

"HehyYIIZSHHhoo! hihtESHHHiew!"

She looked down at him with an irritated sound. "That is the third time you've sneezed in as many minutes. I'm making zero progress in this book. You're going to be finding yourself a new pillow in a minute here. Plus I'll kill you if you get me sick."

He sniffled wetly and blew his nose before replacing his head in her lap with a weak cough. "Aww, you would ndever kill mbe, 'Tash. I'mb the only one who puts up with your crap. But I'mb sorry. I can'dt help the sneezing. It's mbaking mbe mbiserable too if that helps."

She sighed in an annoyed way, but couldn't help looking down at him fondly. "You're lucky I know you well enough to understand what you're saying. And you're also lucky that it just so happens to be true that we tolerate each other better than most, so you're safe from assassination for now."

"Blame Fury. This cold wasn't so bad until I had to sid oud id the rain for hours." He sniffled thickly again, barely turning his head away as he followed it up with a cough.

Natasha made a face, swatting his shoulder lightly. "You're gross. Cover your mouth when you cough. And I don't *have* you let you lay here, you know. You have a perfectly comfortable bed only a short elevator ride away."

" 'm cold though. And if I go ubstairs there's ndo one to mbake mbe tea." He swiped at his reddened nose with the tissue, trying to look extra pitiful.

"You're extra whiny when you're sick. Not a good look on you, Hawk." She carded her fingers once through his hair. "And you're just cold because you're a little feverish."

Instead of replying, Clint halfway sat up again and brought a tissue to his nose, breath scissoring and nostrils flaring.

Natasha groaned as Clint once more exploded into a sneezing fit:

"Gihh-ESSHHshuuu! hehKSHHHshuu!" He coughed, then sneezed again: "ERRSHHhuh! Hih'EZSHHyue! --guhhh." Clint miserably rubbed the space between his eyebrows, slowly lowering himself once again to Natasha's lap.

"Apparently my partner has managed to catch the world's sneeziest cold. How did I get so lucky?"

Once again Clint was kept from replying as Natasha's communicator began to ring. She glanced at the screen, then at Clint.

"It's Fury," she warned.

Clint quickly sat up. She answered the device, turning it so they could both see. Fury's single eye met theirs, looking as serious and commanding as ever.

"Good, you're both here. Barton… your nose looks red. How are you feeling?"

"Aboud the sabe I guess. Sneezy."

"And feverish," Natasha said with a warning look at her partner.

"How feverish?"

"Ndot very. One hundred or so," Clint mumbled.

"That's… not ideal. But I don't have any other option… if at all possible, we need you both out in the field again ASAP. We've discovered a small Hydra base, but it's a crucial one. Some of their brainiest goons are posted there, working on something big. From some communication we intercepted, it sounds like their project is almost finished. I need eyes out there immediately. Recon only for now. Think you can handle that?"

The assassins glanced at each other. "We're good to go," said Clint firmly, though the sore-sounding rasp in his voice betrayed him slightly.

"I hope so. Don't disappoint me. I expect you in the air in an hour or less." With that their director ended the call.

Barton and Romanov glanced at each other once more, this time with a weary sigh from Clint before they stood and went to get ready.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Barton! What's your situation?"Natasha's voice crackled over the com.

"Being... chased by three. Heading... to the roof… of the base," Clint gasped around labored breathing.The metal steps made a sharp clanking noise as the archer sprinted up them, nocking an arrow as he went.

"Can you handle them on your own?"

"We'll… see...," he panted, sweat rolling into his eyes. "Backup… would be nice...."

"I'll be there as soon as I can. I've got 4 of my own. Hang in there, Hawk!" The line went dead for the time being.

"I'm gonna … kill Fury…," he mumbled breathlessly as he reached the roof. He darted to the far side of the area and spun around, taking a knee and aiming his bow at the stairway he had just vacated. The sounds of the three Hydra agents sprinting up behind him were unmistakable, but he was as ready as he was going to be.

"This was supposed to be... an easy recon mission, but noooooo…. It's another... full-on assault," he continued to mumble, trying to catch his breath as the shouting on the stairs got louder.

As an extra stroke of bad luck, it was pouring rain here too. Clint flipped the water out of his eyes with a toss of his head, his hair and clothes hanging on him limply. He hadn't stopped shivering since they'd gotten off the jet. His teeth were now chattering and his fingers were blue with cold. His throat was absolutely burning now, raw and inflamed, the pain exacerbated from running. He couldn't suppress a hoarse barking cough just as the first baddie poked his head through the opening. Clint dispatched him immediately, but the two still coming up were not dissuaded.

The second goon got lucky. Clint's hand slipped on the bow a fraction, and the Hydra agent got hit in the shoulder instead of the heart. The archer knew he was in trouble now. With trembling hands, he managed to kill number three with a final arrow, but the one he had wounded, by far the biggest of them all, continued to advance menacingly.

Hand-to-hand combat was evidently imminent. On any other day Clint could have made short work of this, but this miserable, feverish cold had him operating at around fifty percent capacity and falling. Clint pulled out his knives with shaky hands and another rasping cough. When his opponent was a foot away, Clint tried to leap up to get in the first hit. Instead he slipped and staggered, and the Hydra agent's fist, with all of his weight behind it, caught him in the ribs. Clint heard a dull cracking sound as he was flooded with pain, but he couldn't pause. He spun and ducked, trying to avoid the worst of the blows while trying to get in some of his own. At least ⅓ of his opponent's swings met their target though, and in minutes Clint was battered and bruised, barely clinging to consciousness.

He knew he only had enough stamina for one more try. In a split second, while the Hydra agent was off-balance winding up for another swing, Clint leapt once more, and at last his knife met its mark.

As the baddie crumpled to the ground, so did Hawkeye, wheezing weakly, every breath agonizing. He activated his com as his vision threatened to gray out:

"Roof... clear. Good...Nat?"

"All clear down here too. Mission complete. Nice job, Hawk. Let's turn this bunker inside out and go home."

"Mmph."

"You good, Barton?" she asked, concern suddenly in her voice.

"Gonna need... medevac… Won't… make it down… stairs…."

If Natasha replied, he did not hear her. He let his head fall against the cool, wet metal and let the grayness overtake his vision.

~~~~~~~~~~

48 hours later found Clint lying on a bed in S.H.E.I.L.D. medical with broken ribs and and a confirmed case of pneumonia. He was drifting in and out of consciousness from the drugs they were giving him, but his ears perked up when he heard Natasha arguing with someone nearby.

"He's stable. Not on oxygen. Fever is controlled. He can tolerate oral meds. There's no reason he needs to stay. I promise you, he won't recover while he's here. You need to discharge him home."

The haughty-looking orderly she was speaking with huffed angrily, muttering about shortness of breath and heart rate and changing oxygen requirements.

Clint let himself drift off again to the sound of their voices, trusting his partner to deal with the situation. A cool hand on his cheek awakened him a little while later. He blearily opened his eyes to meet Natasha's, for of course it was she that had roused him.

"We're busting you out of here," she whispered with a little smile. "They're bringing a wheelchair now."

"Thangk god," Clint groaned. "And thangk *you*, 'Tash. You're a lifesaver."

"Eh, you've saved my life plenty of times too. I think we're pretty even."

It took some maneuvering to get a very breathless, battered, and achy Clint out of the bed and into the wheelchair, but they managed it with minimal damage. Once he was settled in the chair, Natasha wheeled him away to their rooms.

Inside Clint's suite, they again had to coordinate getting him from the chair to his bed. Natasha was grateful Clint's pain tolerance was high, because she knew the transfer was far rougher without the assistance of the medical staff. He didn't make a sound throughout the process however, though his face was drawn in pain. As soon as he was settled though, he let out the breath he'd been holding in a rush, which quickly became a nasty coughing fit. He had trouble catching his breath for several moments even after the fit ended. He gasped and wheezed and clutched his ribs, sweaty and reddened and miserable. Natasha could only watch helplessly, stroking his hair to try to help him relax.

"Damn Fury," he croaked weakly when he could finally speak. "This fugcking sucks. "

"Language, please. But I can't argue with you there."

"I'mb gonna kill himb for sending me od thad mission."

"I think he got his just desserts since now his best archer is out of commission for a few months. But at least it seems like the sneezy part of your cold is better."

"You h- had to s- hih- say sumbthing, dih- dn't you?" Clint croaked, gingerly bracing his ribs as his breath scissored and his red nose twitched:

"Gih'tsschh! Ghhnxt'chf! Oh Fugck. Ow! Ow ow ow...." Clint groaned, gritting his teeth, eyes squeezed shut in pain. "Not doing that again."

"Yeah, stifling is probably not wise. Poor sick guy," Natasha murmured, carding his hair with her fingers as they waited for Clint's pain to subside.

After a moment, Clint opened one eye, looking suspicious. " 'Poor sigck guy?' Who are you and what have you done with mby partner?"

Natasha smirked as she sat on the edge of his bed. "Would you prefer I call you a whiny asshole?"

"Yes. Maybe. I dunno," Clint mumbled with a weary sigh and a grimace of pain as he exhaled.

"Well too bad for you, because right now *my* partner is sick and miserable and I plan to baby him at least a little until he's feeling better."

"Guess I'mb nodt complainig," Clint mumbled, stifling a cough, which only made him clutch his ribs in pain. "Hurts whed I cough. Hurts whed I try not to cough. Fugck me."

"Language, seriously. But what can I do to help? You need water, food, drugs, anything?"

"Nodt hungry or thirsty. Too sood for drugs. I just want to sleeb, 'Tash."

"That sounds like a good plan. I'll leave you be then. But I'll be back to check on you soon." She stood up right away, fussing around and tidying up his nightstand area before moving toward the door.

" 'Tash?"

She turned expectantly.

" 'm still cold," he mumbled thickly, looking pale and weary now.

Her face softened affectionately. "Well you're still running a fever, hotshot. You're gonna feel cold."

He groaned pathetically. She moved to his side once more.

"Aww, you're shivering," she murmured, stroking his cheek.

"Told you, I'mb freezing…."

She sighed, looking at him fondly. "Is this you trying to say that you need some extra body heat in bed with you for a while?"

He looked at her pleadingly.

"Okay, okay, no more puppy eyes. I'm coming. But if you get me sick--"

"I know, I know, you'll kill mbe. I'll try ndot to share."

"That's all I ask." She kicked off her shoes and slid into bed beside him, doing her best to jostle around as little as possible. They carefully arranged themselves so that Clint was tucked against Natasha, most of his weight resting against her, while her weight was against the stack of pillows behind them. This position seemed to cause the archer the least pain, and in fact he relaxed against her right away, his breathing deepening.

" I'mb sorry I'mb so warmb. You'll probably swelter," mumbled Clint sleepily.

"It's not the first time I've slept with you when you're running a fever, and I'm sure it won't be the last. As long as you're warm enough."

"Am now," he breathed, nearly asleep.

"Then that's all that matters to me."

#sicktember2021 #sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever #prompt 1

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 5 years ago

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Speaking with light.”

Been a busy week, and I have been having to do a lot of my writing during the quiet moments at work. Plus I have also reached the climax on the book, so that is taking up a lot of my time. So this week I am ping to be doing miscellaneous stories based on requests some of you have given me

They watched from below the darkness, an expanse of blank sometimes light by the beautiful light of their hot red star. They knew what it was, despite their inability to see like others, they understood much and knew much more. Across the salted, barren wastes of their planet stretching for miles in all directions dark like the sky except for where their star warmed it.

They expected the visitors to return long before the visitors knew that they might . It was inevitable and so they waited very patiently floating about their sunny planet, soaking up the heat from their glorious creator above.

That is until the day a spark of light glorious light lit up the sky in the distance, and they turned themselves to face it. They knew this light, cause by the fusion of particles together, and finally the burning of fuel, It was a strange suite, a glorious little piece of light glowing down from above.

It was good, and they waited.

It landed not far off from them brightening the dark desert with it’s light. They did not approach, knowing that the creatures would come to them and so they waited. Eons they had waited and eons more they would be willing to wait. Time was like the glowing of the brightness in the sky above, it was immortal and forever, ethereal, eternal and passing.

Little sparks of light appeared on the horizon moving towards them shedding heat in familiar patterns that waved and undulated in pulses off their bodies. There were more than one of them now, more than one type as well in many sizes and shapes.

***

“But how can we know they are friendly?” Sunny asked her breath fogging up the inside of her helmet.

Outside, Krill floated happily along, soaking up the burning light of the star above his head tilted back as if he was enjoying himself. Despite the high oxygen content, there was still more than enough carbon for him to breath. While the humans and Sunny could probably take off their suits, they oud be at risk for quick and coming oxygen poisoning due to the extreme content in the air about them.

Admiral Vir stepped ahead of them, “They saved my life, so I think it is safe to assume that they are at least friendly.”

“Or they had no idea what they were saying at the time.” Sunny muttered to herself

They walked across the open dessert, their feet crunchin against the salt leaving mild indentations where they feet passed. Everything was so blinding here, even the sky seemed white against the blazing star overhead (a blue giant)

One of the hottest and brightest stars in existence.In the distance Sunny thought she saw a structure poking out over the horizon.

It wasn’t much, simply a large covered gazebo almost, with walls made out strange white/cream material carved into elaborate organic shapes. Out of all the things in the galaxy thy had seen, this was…. This was one of the strangest and most alien things.

Generally the civilizations tended to have things in common. And that was city structures and geometric architecture, but not these creatures. It was almost like walking up to a giant onion that had been carved out and molded into flowing spiral shapes up the sides.

Sunny could see the creatures now, floating there, as if waiting for them. They were grey in color, their the ends of their tentacles trended towards a strange bluish color tipped in pink.

Large, protrusions, almost like elephant ears stuck out from the sides of their six foot bodies flapping slowly like the fins of a stingray.

“Amazing.” one of the scientists said a xenobiologist who had accompanied them.

The rundi./vrul pair of xenolinguistics seemed very interested as well.

“And you said they do not speak?” One of them asked

Adam Vir nodded, “No, I think they might communicate through radio transmission as the vrul and the Mikes can, but I would be lying if I said I knew for sure, The Lumin are still as much a mystery to me as they are to you.”

“And you said they saved your life?”

“Yes, it was strange, like they knew exactly what to do. Hard to explain.”

“Well, hopefully we can make some sense of them before the day is out.”

Adam nodded his head and slowly took front as the others fell into step behind him. They were almost to the font of the large alien structure, watched by the strange floating creatures and their waving tentacles.

Adam paused before one of them not more than six feet away.

He raised his hands to his helmet and unlatched it with a hiss throwing his head back a little and taking in a gulp of high concentrated oxygen.

It felt fine for now, but he only had a little while before he would have to return to the suit.

He raised a hand, “Remember me?” He wondered, knowing that they couldn’t hear him so keeping his voice low.

The creature ahead of him billowed and undulated before floating softly forward and reaching out with one of its delicate tentacles. He kept his hand held up as the creature wrapped a tentacle around his wrist, prodding at his fingers arna farms with the pod-like structure at the end of the tentacle.

He smiled, “I thought you might. I remember you.”

It floated a little forward, tentacles reaching out, primarily its two front tentacles, longer than the others, which brushed through his hair and slowly ran down his face. The skin of the creature was soft and delicate, like the lips and nose of a horse, almost velvety somehow.

HE took his hand and gently wrapped his fingers around one of it’s tentacles, rubbing his thumb over its skin in a, hopefully, calming gesture, “We come in peace he muttered to himself.

***

Their light shone in great pulsing waves from their skin, shedding heat and light like dying stars. Their warmth, and the light they brought was pleasant,, and the Lumin welcomed it. For sure they welcomed the creature, who took off the casing from around its body, and shed its heat on them personally. They knew this creature, recognized him from long ago as his heat was something they ememembered, and the patterns with which it rolled over its skin.

They did not recognize the other creatures , some of them in shapes that they did not know, and shedding less light than the first, who shone like a beacon. They greeted it with pleasure and joy at it’s return. They had missed it’s light, and craved having some so close,even now.

The burning light of their own little colony greeted it with softness and was, in return rewarded with such.

Together, the Lumin inched forward floating to greet the others as they were instructed by their leader. They came in groups of two touching and prodding at the strange new subjects, who made no sound.

There was one creature, however, that was not so quiet. It burned surprisingly cold compared to the others and was only really a shadow in comparison. But it let of a strange sort of hissing buzzing that made their radio antenna rattle a bit.

They swarmed around it in surprise, pleasantly shocked and pleased when it floated up to meet them, much smaller but quite similar. It had no tentacles but many legs, and there was evidence that it could understand the silent, bright ones that hung around it.

They buzzed in excitement and the creature buzzed back

Extraordinary, and exciting.

It was a pleasure that the creature had returned with friends.

***

The swarm of Lumin took each of them by the hand and gently pulled them back towards the shade. Adam was more than thankful for the sun was hurting his eyes, something terrible.

“They seem happy to see us.:” Sunny mused, “Though I have no idea why.”

“Are you always this suspicious?” Adam wondered.

“Forgive me for being cautious.”

They were brought into the center of the room, and clustered about by the large glowing creatures. Adam smiled and remained still as more of the creatures floated by rubbing their tentacles against the hair on his had, in what seemed like some sort of greeting, though he could have been very wrong.

“I can hear them.” krill muttered staring around at their hosts with wide eyes.

Adam sat up, “You can!”

“Yes, it is like a distant humming that rises and falls in pitch, though I am afraid much of it might be outside of m range of hearing.”

“Alright everyone, turn on your radio receivers and see if that makes any sort of difference.”

They did as he ordered, and he did the same clipping the specially designed earpiece to his ear.

He turned it on, “Testing, one two, can you hear me.”

All around them the lumin billowed and spun. At first he worried that he had somehow bothered or offended them, but the way they touched his hands after he spoke made it seem that it was good news.

“I think they can hear you, and the best part is they understand that it’s you.”

“Well technically since radio frequencies are a form of light, it means they can see you.” Krill added

Adam turned his head to frown at Krill, “Just go ahead and kill the moment why don’t you.”

“I was just correcting your science.”

“No one likes a know it all, Krill.” He glanced over at the scientists, “Anyway, is this something that we can make sense of?”

The two of them had their heads together whispering together, and when he spoke they looked up, “It is hard to say. I believe their language works in oscillation of radio waves, though the patterns are going to be hard to decipher. They do not have individual words, and because of this I think it is a possibility that they may not speak in…. Specifics if that makes sense.””

“Will we be able to communicate with them at all?”

“I think it could be possible.” hold on

It was just then that Adam heard a strange static in one ear and was suddenly confused when he heard his own voice repeated back at him through what seemed to be TV static.

He turned to stare at the Lumin, which lay a tentacle on his shoulder. It looked like it was staring directly at him.

He heard his voice repeated back at him, “Will we be able to communicate with them at all?”

The scientists stared, “They are mimicking your radio signals back…. This might be possible after all.”

***

They were a very old species, they were a very wise species. These were not the only ones who had come before, and they would not be the last to come. When they changed their vibrating voices to vibrating waves of light, the Lumin understood. Not so much the words, but the meaning.

As before, they were very old and very wise.

They understood light in a way that it was not understood by anyone else.

They understood the fluctuation in the bodies before them, they understood the fluctuation in the radio signals all around them. There was nothing that they did not understand

Happiness burned bright from the creatures as they mimicked their light back at them. They wanted to communicate, and the Lumin wanted to speak back. They wanted to speak and make peace with these strange curious creatures.

The Lumin understood, and they felt the heat and the light brighten as they made physical contact with the creatures. Physical contact brought out familiarity and warth, bring up the heat even higher than it was before. It worked the most on the one they knew from before.

As it spoke to them, filling their eyes with its light, it ran its strange appendages through theirs, the little tentacles at the end of its fingers winding about them and then letting go, allowing them to slip through. It’s hands were gentle, and they saw no malice from it.

Of course, they knew what the creature was. They knew it had danger.

With the heat it produced it was clearly a consumer, and producing more heat and light than others it was a predator. Predators were the most beautiful with their great ebbing and flowing light, despite how dangerous they were, through the lumin were not one to judge.

They were not difficult to understand, these creatures.

It was not so hard to parse out what they were thinking and saying. They clearly wanted to know how the Lumin communicated, they wanted knowledge that the Lumin were willing to give them. With their great knowledge they would help. They knew these creatures did not speak like the lumin did. They did not speak as a collective, but as individual voices taking turns.

The lumin could do that if they so wished, but after a thousand yars they saw no need.

It was not their desire to speak separately from each other if they did not have to.

So The lumin fed them phrases slowly, and mimicked their own, extrapolating the information from the patterns of light.

Lumin understood light more than they understood anything else.

Light was sacred.

Light was pure.

And now that these creatures spoke with light, they could speak back to them.

THey noticed things.

Words that referenced the self, and words that referenced others. They understood when the creatures were talking bout them and when they were talking about each other.

Slowly they were beginning to understand, and when they understood, every one of them understood with greater comprehension.

It would not be long before they understood completely.

***

Adam Sat on the floor next to one of the lumin, who floated with its tentacles dragging along the ground.

He held one of it’s front tentacles in his palm as if they were holding hands, “We come in peace.”

The creature stared at him, its large flaps billowing slowly as if underwater.

“We.” It repeated back,, and as it did it waved a tentacle towards the others, and then around to him.

He nodded eagerly, “We, yes.”

The scientists stared on in awe, “How they can understand us so quickly…. I…. Its almost a miracle. How….”

Adam paused looking up at the creature, “They must be far more intelligent than any creature that we have ever discovered. There is no other explanation.”

“They do not seem to have a word that includes me or I just we and us. It is as if they think as a collective.”

Krill shifted and buzzed a bit, floating closer to one of the creatures, “IF they were able to think as one miind, than it would make sense that they could be so intelligent. A single brain that large working on one problem. There is nothing that they could not do.”

“Than why havent they bothered to leave their planet?” Sunny wondered staring at them with her eyes still narrowed.

Adam placed his hand against the creature rubbing over it’s soft skin, “I think…. Well I think they don’t WANT to leave.”

“What gives you that impression?”

“Because….. wellI don’t know. Its just when they speak, it seems so peaceful…. As if they could want for nothing more.”

“Now your just making things up,” Krillannounced

Adam rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say. I still think that they are…. Peaceful, tranquil almost.

“Wish I could have some of that.” one of the marines muttered, twisting one of the creature’s tentacles through his fingers and then letting it billow away.

“Now we just let the linguists do what they need to do, and hopefully this is communication that we can have sooner rather than later.”

***

They began at first with words, their light had a system of communicating. And when more abstract concepts came, they were s"end strange impressions of…. images , light brought still to their minds.

It was a strange way to communicate, but any light was important, any light was accepted, and so they brought the light into themselves, and they understood it like none could understand.

The light was what they lived for.

The light is what they hoped for.

The first words that were spoken between the two species and understood was.

“We are here.”

When they had to leave, the Lumin hoped for a return, and received it. The light passed overhead many times as they came and went, and the lumin understood more and more.

The first words that were really understood between the two was.

“We come in peace.”

And the lumin responds.

“We accept your peace.”

The lumin could understand them and they could understand the lumin.

Together they shared light and all was well

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libidomechanica · 3 years ago

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toranoya · 6 years ago

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ABOUT: WINNER, Quatre Raberba (GW)

“There is nothing more precious than life in this universe.”

Quatre Raberba Winner, derived from French quatre, lit. "four" He’s from Colony 4) is the pilot of the Gundam Sandrock and the leader of G Team, one of the five Gundams sent to Earth in Mobile Suit Gundam Wing.

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Aliases: Master Quatre, Prince Quatre *hc*

Species: Human

Height: 156 cm (5.1 feet)

Weight: 41 kg (90 lbs)

Hair Color: Platinum Gold

Eye Color: Blue

Age: 16

Birth Date: December 12, 180 (A.C.)

Gender: Male

Orientation: Homosexual *headcannon*

Ability: Telepathy *headcannon*

Family

Quaterine Winner (mother deceased)

Zayeed Winner (father deceased)

Iria Winner (sister)

28 other sisters!

Quaterine Oud Winner (sister/clone)

Nationality: L4 Colony Cluster (Arab descent)

Occupation: Mobile Suit Pilot

Personality & Character

Out of all of the Gundam Pilots, Quatre seems the most well-adjusted of the group, generally displaying a kind, humble personality, as shown in the Japanese version, he uses the personal pronoun "Boku", a humble but weaker pronoun, compared to the pronoun "ore" that the other pilots use. As a firm believer in the ideals of pacifism, he is a reluctant soldier who often expresses sorrow whenever he is forced to kill his enemies.

Skills & Abilities

Despite his rather small stature, Quatre has the highest level of endurance of the five Gundam pilots, which he demonstrates by walking for hours in a Middle Eastern desert without any water, drifting in outer space for days with limited oxygen, and continuing to fight in his Gundam despite holding a bleeding stab-wound.

Quatre plays the violin and the piano, and confides to Lucrezia Noin that music relaxes him. He also seems to have a fondness for animals and distaste of alcohol.

It is also implied that he may have a form of extrasensory perception or something similar, which he refers to as the "heart of outer space" ("uchuu no kokoro" in Japanese). This ability remains largely unexplored throughout the series, leaving many fans to speculate as to its depth and overall usefulness. Much of this debate is rooted in episode 10, which seems to imply that the "Space Heart" is a form of limited telepathy or empathy- possibly a Newtype ability. In another case, in episode 26, he appears to be able to read Heero's thoughts (of 'the person on Earth': Relena) by touching his heart. However, this discussion is further complicated by a cryptic remark made at the end of the series, in which Quatre states that: "I understand now. The space heart is him [Heero]." Ironically enough, this would seem to imply that, for most of the series, even Quatre remains largely ignorant as to the exact nature of his abilities.

Headcannon

-Since the end of the war, Quatre has done his best to avoid fighting when possible and has taken over a more active role in the Winner Corporation. Albeit mostly based from Earth, which he finds beautiful.

-Having decided he’d had enough space for one lifetime, Quatre took control of the Winner Corp assets remaining on Earth, guarded by the Maganac corps and is seen as a kind of Prince of the United Arab Emirates. (Though he dislikes the title)

-Perhaps turned off of females by having so many sisters, Quatre is sexually attracted to men. Being surrounded by beefy Maganac guards all the time doesn’t help!

-Quatre has a latent ability of telepathy which he is starting to use. He can vaguely sense others emotions, mostly which he uses in negotiations to tell if the person is being truthful or not. In extreme circumstances he can “speak” into another’s mind, but the experience is very draining for him.

-Haunted by the fighting in the war, plus his busy schedule, Quatre often has insomnia and sometimes has to rely on large doses of caffeine to get through his day.

#rp #non i11 #about quatre #headcannon-quatre #muse-quatre #info

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thecoolfilteruae · 2 years ago

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jj-ktae · 8 years ago

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Fragrance VI : Neroli

Title : Fragrances

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Romance

Pairing : Jaebum x Reader

Summary : You are a perfume composer, he is a lyricist, and while you’re left with too many possibilities, he is out of inspiration. Your only bond is an unknown fragrance.

- Teaser - Vetiver - Chypre - Fougère - Leather - Oud - Neroli - Gourmand - Ambergris -

Fragrance VI : Neroli

There is, in fact, a range of different ingredients derived from the humble orange - fruit, flowers, leaf and all - including bergamot, petitgrain and neroli. Of these, neroli is perhaps the finest and is steam-distilled from the blossom of the bitter orange (or chinotto). The fragrance itself is sweet, honeyed with a slight metallic tang and blends well with any other citrus oil, making it a natural in unisex colognes.

“Higher.” Singers can do amazing things with their voice, which is why they can attract so many people and get so many fans. Youngjae is no exception to that, his voice is entrancing and paradise-like, lulling.

Jaebum is quite satisfied with it, though.

“Why do you keep on doing it this way?” He gets frustrated because nothing is good enough for him, for his will to maybe do something great.

Youngjae looks up to him “You don’t like it?” he takes a gulp from his cold drink, coughing.

“I don’t think we should go to this direction. It’s too light.” Jaebum needs to feel the sorrow. He needs it because it’s what the song is about.

“So I keep the beginning toned down and the end…?” Youngjae trusts him fully with his career. Jaebum is a genius composer and lyricist, he can do anything he wants.

“Ah the end, you go up, like-” He stops to sing the note in a high pitch. “Like you found home.”

The concept of the song is simple. Youngjae agreed on singing a ballad and Jaebum came up with an idea one afternoon, after long moments of depression and self-depreciation.

It’s about home. It’s about finding the path to yourself, to comfort and happiness. It’s about being lost for so long but finding the way back to the only place that matters. It doesn’t say where is that place, leaving it to the listener’s appreciation. The beginning is about periods of doubts and wandering, and the end is going back to that familiar place that makes is all worth living.

He doesn’t know why he came up with this and he doesn’t want to know why, because he is satisfied with what he wrote and doesn’t want to question his inner motives.

Youngjae nudges his side, forcing him out of his thoughts “Are you okay?” he asks, worried and soft as usual. Jaebum likes working with him. Despite every judgment, he has nice tastes when it comes to music and he can understand everything Jaebum asks him to do. It started on wobbly grounds between them, Youngjae intimidated by his glorious aura and unable to function while Jaebum reluctantly tried to work, blocked by his self-depressed state.

It started to function when Jaebum finally let his stern side fade, leaving some room for Youngjae to exist in their talented duet. The latter was happy to be able to work in harmony with the lyricist, doing his best to stick to his demands. The lyrics were made in two days, but they are still evolving daily, Jaebum being the perfectionist freak he is. Youngjae follows, singing when Jaebum wants him to, but daring when he doesn’t agree with what Jaebum wants to express.

Eventually, they found a common route, which made the project go smoothly in spite of Jaebum’s tendency to be dramatic over nothing. Youngjae knows he is hanging on a thin string, but he believes he can do it, he believes in them because he knows Defsoul has no fears when it comes to music.

“One last time.” Youngjae announces, coughing before singing again and Jaebum clicks his fingers at him, finally agreeing with the way it needs to be expressed. They wrap it up for the day but Jaebum has something to say. He puts his hand on Youngjae’s shoulder before he can get up and grab his things, which make him stop to look at him, waiting for him to speak.

“Can I ask you something?” Jaebum has been opening up slowly recently, confessing his doubts and laughing at his stupid jokes.

Youngjae sits back on the leather sofa, blinking. “Yes, sure. What is it?”

Jaebum is hesitant, but he takes the chance and jumps. “Why would you kiss someone?” His eyes meet Youngjae’s puzzled ones in a soft manner.

He needs answers, but he doesn’t know who to ask.

“I could kiss somebody only if I feel attracted to the person. I wouldn’t talk about love, but more like affection. Physical affection, maybe? Why?” He knows about the fact that Jaebum lives with you, it makes him grin cheekily. “Did you kiss her?”

Jaebum’s jaw goes out, tight. “Don’t make this face. I did. Yes.” He admits. He isn’t ashamed by what he did, but rather lost. Why did he even do that?

“Oh! Nice! Are you two dating?” Youngjae ask, brows raised and face illuminated by the discovery.

“No we’re not. I don’t want to date her, and she most certainly doesn’t want to date me. It was a mistake. I just needed to understand why I did this, but you’re useless.” Jaebum says with a grumpy tone, making Youngjae laugh so loud he almost lost an ear.

“Yeah. A mistake you say.” He gets up when he understands he won’t get more information and grabs his jacket. “I often kiss people randomly, claiming it was a mistake. I can relate. So. Much.” He mocks and escapes the room before Jaebum can throw his empty water bottle at him, singing about guys in denial. Jaebum follows him shortly after, aiming right for his bed when he reaches home.

So much for trying to comfort someone.

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“Are you sure?” Bambam is talking with such a high-pitched voice it makes you chuckle at him. He barely has the time to take his jacket off, because you’re already approaching him, a paper close to your hands.

“Yes, why do you look so scared? I said I’m going to do it, isn’t that good news? Also, there is something I need to show you.” You put the paper right under his nose and make him smell it.

“Neroli?” He says after a while, making you nod excitedly. Bambam purse his lips, deep in thoughts. “Main top note, right?”

You raise your thumb in victory and he squeals, both of you looking like you just discovered a treasure.

“It’s a perfect way to hit the nose first. We need something fresh to attract, and finish with deeper nuances, like the earthy ones we mixed already.” You go back to your office in a trance. It’s the first time you’re actually creating something on your own, without trying to copy Jaebum’s scent and trusting your thoughts only.

It became this way after the surprising night you two spent.

It’s a moment you wanted to forget. It felt like it was the biggest mistake you ever let happen in your life, but at the same time, it was a good memory, something you treasure because it was the result of someone trying to help you the best they could. It has nothing to do with a mere kiss of affection, because you know it has nothing to do with feelings, but it gave you strength in the middle of your destroying weakness, like a glass of fresh water poured onto your head to wake you up.

Jaebum kissed you and held you until you fell asleep. It was soft and tender, tingling and exciting, sweet and sugary. You both ended in the living-room, Jaebum insisting on you having some sleep, his body close to yours and his scent sticking to your flesh like the most delicate perfume ever made.

You were still broken, incapable of rejecting such a daring invitation, giving in to his hand softly scratching your back in a soothing manner. You fell asleep with Jaebum’s lips on your scalp, blowing air into it to oxygenate your brain from any form of conflict. You woke up in your bed and with the smell of sausage in the kitchen. And it came like a self-evident fact, something you were too stupid to even take into consideration.

Jaebum’s smell isn’t something you can explain, because it’s not tangible. It’s not something you can create, it’s a feeling, it makes you process things differently, and there is no way you will ever be able to make a perfume based on this only. From that point onward it became obvious; you had to absorb the feeling to create another one, one that will wake up the same thought in people’s mind.

This is how you came up with Neroli. It suits Jaebum because it’s punchy. Just like Oak Moss and Patchouli, it’s perfect for him. It’s soft and tender, fresh and bubbly just like Jaebum’s carefree appearance, but it gets deeper and stronger with time, just like his will to live for a purpose.

In spite of the situation, things are not awkward between you two. You had a small talk the moment you met him in the kitchen the next morning, eyes puffy and swollen. Jaebum explained he didn’t know what else to do to make you feel better, but even if he is glad you feel better, it’s a mistake he won’t do again.

You agreed. It helped you but you wouldn’t make this a habit. Jaebum being affectionate is still creepy for you, but you thanked him, telling him this was just a moment of lost people having a hard time dealing with mundanity and finding each other in touches instead of complicated words.

You brushed the matter like it was a mere stain on your coffee table, smiling to each other and forgetting about your worries. It feels good to stop worrying about bullshit when you finally open your eyes to all the things you could do if you stopped panicking. This Neroli discovery made you gain in confidence, like a purpose in the blurry road of perfume making. Jaebum tells you he is doing well with Ars, that he is in the middle of composing a melody and it amazes you because no matter how hard he is having it, he can still find a way to express one bit of positivity.

It’s something he wants to make sure of. He won’t complain and let you deal with things, he wants you to see the progress he made, no matter how little it is. That night, he told you one sentence before you fell asleep.

Just like you told me to come to you when I can’t stand it anymore, you can do the same with me. I’ll listen.

The thought only is making you go crazy. It’s like you gained a precious confident, a wonderful friend.

You found a new element and he was able to compose the melody with the help of Youngjae. On top of that he is truly satisfied.

It’s a win-win situation.

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“I knew you would say that. Sorry about my little outburst the other day, I just thought you’d need some stimulation.” The lady’s tone is way softer, this time. She speaks fast, hands moving to mimic her words and lips heavy with deep magenta lipstick. Her posture is different, and her body leaning against her office makes you think she has some secret to share, suddenly.

“This is why I was able to get you some help!” Her smirk is devilish, just like her way too shiny teeth and slick hair.

You tilt your head. You were not expecting her to be so friendly after what she told you last time. You’ve just told her you are going to make this perfume, but now she is becoming a tad scary.

“Some…help?” From the way she looks at you, might as well do this alone.

“Yes! You wanted a guideline, so I got you a precious ally.” She opens her laptop and starts typing on front of a puzzled you, still wondering what’s going on.

“We gave you full permission, and we did the same for someone else. We bet everything on this campaign, from the main product to everything around it. We want to work differently, with instinct rather than bills of specifications.” She starts but a knock on the door makes her clap her hands.

“Late, as always.” She gets up and leaves the chair twirling behind her. You can only follow her silhouette, flying to the door with soft steps.

“This person,” She opens the door and a man appears, as surprised as you when he isn’t greeted by the excited lady. “Is going to work with you. He is the fashion designer in charge of our new campaign.”

The said man understands she is talking about him and takes a step into the office, his full Gucci attire shining for all to see.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jackson Wang.”

Your mouth opens and you let out a soft humming sound, totally lost by the situation.

“Jackson Wang is the artistic manager of Wang Ateliers, which worked for the biggest brands already. He is in charge of finding a universe for this campaign. You two can work together and maybe stimulate each other so you won’t come and complain about the situation anymore.” She concludes right before sitting on her chair again, and you are left with too many questions but too little time to organize them.

“I’m Y/N.” You turn to the guy and he is already smiling at you.

“This is all…?” he bends a bit to peak behind the lady’s shoulder but she inches away, making him back off.

She clicks her tongue. “Enjoy!” and she is back on workaholic mode, blinking furiously when she reads yet another email.

You get up and aim for the door. Jackson follows. It’s a strange feeling but most importantly, you’re wondering one thing: how are you going to work with this stranger in his weird attire. You stop abruptly and he almost hits your back, startled.

“Do we have to do this?” You don’t understand how a fashion designer can help you in perfume making, so you ask him directly. Maybe he is a genius, after all.

The Jackson boy shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s a first for me, too.” And he grins. He has a huge grin, the one that can make a face change totally. Suddenly he looks like a teenager caught doing something bad, his eyes shiny and teeth perfect. “We can work this out, don’t worry!”

You wince. You were expecting him to give up and let you do your job in peace. “But, you know nothing about perfume making!” It’s crazy, what kind of help is that?

“And you know nothing about fashion.” He mocks, eyeing you from head to toe. You take a step back and try to look at you clothes. “Just kidding. We don’t need to know about our respective jobs, we just need to be in osmose with what the brand wants. It’s as simple as that.” He is so positive, he reminds you of Bambam, with a thicker body and adult features.

“I can’t even be in osmose with myself, how can I possibly work with you?” You know you’re being rude with this guy, but somehow the thought of working with yet another famous person is making you feel anxious.

“Stimulation.” Is the only word he says, face blank and hands in his pockets, “It’s about taking what we need from each other. I won’t tell you how to do this, just like you won’t pick fabrics for the clothes.” You don’t understand what he wants from you, so you nod. Maybe he will stop being so sure of himself if you shut up and let him think he can be of some help. You turn around and walk deeper into the halls, aiming for the exit. You almost forget about your promise to meet with Bambam but you get reminded of his presence in the building when you hear Jackson squeal like a dolphin in danger.

“My BOY!” He says, voice raspy and you hear Bambam’s voice behind you.

Wait, do they know each other? Great.

“So you’re the secret weapon? I can’t believe it! Hey boss! Leaving?” You turn around to meet Bambam’s happy face, arm around Jackson’s shoulder who shares the same idiotic stare.

“Yes.” You need to get out of here. Bambam is going to invite this guy to your place to tell him about the perfume because you know him and his overly social personality and he will most probably make you stick with them for forever and-

“Let’s go to your place and show him our work!” Bambam’s deep blue lenses disappear behind his eyelids when he offers you his widest smile.

You can reject the offer and hope Bambam will drop it. You know he won’t though and suddenly, you’re doomed. You were so enthusiastic the other day but now you just want to forget about your job and build a farm in the countryside.

“Sure. Why not.” You know why not, you know why you don’t want these two at your place. You know Jackson won’t be of any help, you know Bambam will be overly noisy and now that he found a friend -they look very friendly, you noticed- you’re sure they’re both the same. Jackson laughs out loud and taps Bambam on the shoulder.

You want to go to bed already, even if it’s barely 10 a.m.

You open your apartment door with a heavy breath. Bambam and Jackson have been talking ever since they met at the company and they were not even close to stop, considering they were giggling loudly. You almost throw you shoes as soon as you enter and they do the same, sharing stories about one party when they apparently ended up playing a game of water bottle flipping with famous models.

“You have a nice place.” Jackson whistles when he is greeted with your neat furniture and vintage decorations. Bambam goes straight to your tiny office and opens his notebook.

“We’ve been working on this for a couple of weeks. Boss, can Jackson smell the sample?” he asks you, already showing his notes to the said man who looks totally lost in front of these words.

You scoff though. “It’s not done. No one can smell it before it’s done.” It’s like a rule among people who create things. No one wants to show an unfinished and imperfect project.

“But, he will be helping!” Bambam’s mouth twitches downwards while Jackson gives you his best puppy stare.

Why are you so nice?

“Fine,” You start, opening a drawer and spraying the golden liquid on a thick paper “Here.” You’re suddenly scared of his reaction, scared of what he is going to say.

But Jackson lingers in the feeling, mouth pursed and brows furrowed. He looks like he is tasting an expensive wine. “It’s fun.” He says quietly.

You’re about to throw the bottle at his face “Fun?” you repeat. What is fun? Since when did perfume became fun?

Bambam raises his hands in the air because he knows you might kick Jackson any minute for his affront, but the young guy laughs, and it’s breathy and quiet.

“I mean. It says a lot of things.”

You roll your eyes. Here comes another so-called know-it-all. “Oh really? What does it say then?”

“That’s the fun part. I don’t know what’s the message yet but I guess it’s unfinished so it shouldn’t matter, right?” His smile is genuine and pure, with just enough teasing and a bit of seriousness.

“You’re so cool, god.” Bambam breathes and you find yourself looking at your assistant who is in utter admiration in front of the designer.

“Whatever.” You don’t like how he understood your problem right away. As much as you want to hate him, he is right. You have no idea about the main message here. You know where the inspiration comes from, but you know nothing about what the final product will be about.

You sigh. Thank you, Jackson Wang.

It feels like he is reading your mind, because his next words are awfully accurate. “Hey, it’s not finished, you got plenty of time to think of a final concept. By the way, are you guys going to create a perfume for men or women? I couldn’t tell from smelling.” He questions Bambam and you, and you both can’t answer this yet.

Jackson coughs “Ok, I’ll stop asking.” He feels like he added even more pressure to you so he decides not to push you right on your first encounter.

“But that’s why you’re here right ~” Bambam sings in a weird voice and Jackson laughs along, nodding.

You decide to ignore the two and take out numerous bottles, busying yourself with smells and work.

Jackson peeks at you between two jokes with Bambam.

This could be funny.

---

When Jaebum comes back home, he doesn’t expect the place to be so quiet. You’re supposed to be home and working, but he can’t hear a thing. He doesn’t see the extra pair of shoes and stroll to the kitchen, hands full of groceries. He had a peaceful and quiet day -which he totally needed- and was about to cook a huge meal to reward himself. It’s been so long since he was able to spend a day without dreading the hours and pitying himself.

He is busy in the fridge, sorting stuff and cleaning his own mess when he hears a sound behind him. He closes the door and jumps at the sight of a stranger, staring back at him with a tiny smile and an empty cup in his hands.

Jaebum tilts his head, looking toward your office. He goes back to the stranger who is still silent, blinking.

“You might be…?” He tries. It feels weird having to introduce himself when he is living here, but this guy could be anyone so he tries not to sound rude.

“Jackson Wang.” The designer greets back and extends a hand. He looks his age, with luxury clothes and his body is smaller. Seems like he does some exercise, though. Jaebum shakes his hand, the ghost of a smile appearing on his now bored face.

Silence is back a second later but fortunately, Bambam saves the afternoon. “Ah! You’re home!” He lifts a hand and Jaebum nods at him, going back to his food with bigger interest.

“So he is Defsoul?” He hears the Jackson guy whisper and sigh, closing his eyes. He thought he was pretty clear when he told Bambam not to yell the information to everyone.

“Quiet! It’s a secret!” Bambam whispers back, not the least discreet and he decides to drop the subject. Bambam is loud and literally a chatterbox, it’s no use putting blue on his lips to turn him mute.

He doesn’t pay much attention when Bambam tells Jackson they’re done for the day, but he is glad to find the peacefulness of the flat once they’re gone. You’re still working when he goes to the living-room and he decides not to interrupt you, focusing on his own job for the rest of the day.

The only sounds he hears are your frustrated groans and the sounds of frying in the kitchen. You don’t talk to him and aim straight for your bed, heart heavy with anxiousness.

---

This Jackson Wang is funny. He can say a thousand jokes and laugh alone at his own stupidity, sing-song when it’s too quiet, doze off when you’re too busy to hear him out and even order food at your place because he is starving. Bambam tells you he is a very talented designer with a lot of imagination but it doesn’t make you go toward him. It feels like too many people are involved in this, and you’re not used to it.

On top of that, he is a fashion designer and has a horrible fashion sense.

For a week, he comes everyday with Bambam, looking at you work and studying the way you function. He notices two things. The first one is that you don’t give yourself enough credit. The second one is that you look into things with too much preciseness and too little perspective.

He doesn’t tell you he found a very interesting concept while looking at you work, mostly because he knows you won’t care about it, but also because he needs to be sure of it to actually involve himself into this. Bambam asks for his help a lot, and he is glad he is needed by at least one person.

Bambam told him not to be too blunt with you so he waits. He was given no instruction for this campaign and he has to think about his own job at some point. He brings his designer portfolio and charcoals and spends the days drawing. He doesn’t mind this situation, it’s cosier here and he can do whatever he wants without feeling pressured by a whole army of assistants, all eager to stitch stuff together to create a masterpiece.

In a way, it’s a comfortable mission so far.

He talks to Jaebum twice. One time he needed to use the bathroom, the second one he bumped into him while going out. The guy is not talkative but polite, always answering the best he can. Jackson notices the way he walks like the world is going to end but doesn’t ask about him. Bambam told him he was your roommate and a very famous lyricist, and he is okay with this much information. He notices you don’t talk to him that much either, but he sees the comfortable feeling between you two whenever you interact.

“Party, tonight, Hyatt Hotel.” Bambam announces one afternoon between samples. You don’t look up from where you are, head on top of your desk.

“The Lanvin launching?” Jackson asks, glasses on his nose and fingers darkened by the charcoal.

“He is invited everywhere.” You accuse from your spot but Bambam snorts, hands on his hips in a severe manner.

“We were both invited, boss. I told you about this three days ago.” He is proud of himself when he sees your bewildered face.

“How am I even invited to these?” You don’t want to go. Not in this lifetime. Never.

“Seems like the news of the famous Y/N working for our brand spread like fire.” Bambam wriggle his perfect brows at you, his striped loose shirt making him appear thinner than he actually is.

“I was invited, too.” Jackson doesn’t look up from his sketchbook.

“Great, I guess we can all go together, then.” Bambam is quick to end the chat before you can protest, and you understand you will have to go because this lady is going to roast you alive if you don’t go when everyone was invited.

“Want me to take you there?” When Jackson finally looks up from his work, he instantly stares at you, his big eyes expectant.

“I can take a taxi.” You answer but Jackson insists and you end up agreeing.

Great, great.

You should definitely open a farm.

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“I can’t believe I was graced with your holy presence.” Jinyoung is roasting as soon as he sees Jaebum. They were both supposed to meet for dinner, after a lot of messages from Jinyoung who told he would move in with him if he didn’t come.

The latter shrugs, unaffected by his friend’s witty remark. “Don’t thank me.”

Jinyoung chuckles, ordering two brandies. “So, care to explain? I thought you were dead.”

Jaebum tries not to react. Jinyoung doesn’t know how accurate he can be, sometimes. “Was busy. I’m working on a new project.”

Out of all people, and no matter how much of a nagging mother he can be, Jinyoung will always be someone to whom he can talk about his job. His friend doesn’t understand his need to create music and his depressed personality, but he always listens.

“Do you know Ars?” Jaebum adds and Jinyoung puts a finger on his chin, deep in thoughts.

“Isn’t he the guy who always sings about break-ups?” Jinyoung tries. He knows nothing about modern music and doesn’t listen anything else except stock exchange on radio.

Jaebum smiles. Yep, sounds like Youngjae. “It’s him, yes. I’m writing and composing a song for him.”

Jinyoung doesn’t look impressed, but still shows him his thumb, silently praising him. “Glad you’re getting on the horse again.”

“I thought I was better off without music?” Jaebum teases. He knows his friend and his way over the top honesty.

“If it makes you smile like this and not disappear for days, it’s good enough for me, moron.” Jinyoung hates mushy stuff. Jaebum feels it in the way his body curls up uncomfortably.

“You’re happy with me making music? Wow.” Jaebum fakes a cute pose and Jinyoung almost hits him with his now full glass. It’s the way they have always been. Jinyoung would mock Jaebum for being so dreamy and having a useless job, and Jaebum would tell him he is a cold bastard with no soul.

“By the way, you’re coming to your father’s banquet tomorrow right?” The thought itself is enough to make him want to run away to another country.

Jaebum nods anyways “Yes. My mother is going to be pissed if I don’t show up. I promised.” He doesn’t want to. He knows how this is going to end. His father is going to ignore him, maybe even avoid him and he is going to get mad and argue with him. Eventually, his father will tell him again how much of a disappointment he is and he is going to be depressed.

“Great, you two are going to end up arguing.” Jinyoung chuckles because he knows how these two can be. Jaebum has always been a rebel, and his father is very stubborn, just like his son.

“I can’t wait.” The irony in his voice makes Jinyoung laugh loudly at his friend.

“Me neither.” He teases, but gets serious a second later. “How’s your roommate by the way? Last time I saw her, she was freaking out because you were missing. She told you, right?”

Jaebum is surprised by the information. You told him about Jinyoung coming to your place, but never mentioned anything about freaking out. In a way, it’s logical. The first time you saw him, he was about to throw himself off a bridge.

So he lies, because Jinyoung is going to tell him that you might be in love with him when he knows nothing about the whole story. “She told me.” He doesn’t want to talk about you any further and even less with Jinyoung, who is always so keen on finding him a girlfriend.

He can be such a matchmaker.

“She is pretty, though.” Jinyoung scratches his nose, avoiding Jaebum’s gaze and finally takes a sip of brandy.

“If you say so.” Jaebum looks away, following his friend and drinking. He ignores Jinyoung when he hears him whistle a love song, his eyes cheeky.

He is definitely surrounded by weirdos.

The rest of their evening is spent drinking and sharing stories of their childhood. Jinyoung does his best to make him forget about music and his situation. Jaebum knows he is trying and right before going, he thanks him silently, eyes soft and a tiny smile over his lips. Jinyoung smiles back and sends him off, not forgetting to invite himself to your place, just to check.

Maybe Jaebum is not a lost cause.

It’s was a nice day, Jaebum decides when he opens your flat’s door. He doesn’t hear a noise and understands you must be away. He throws his keys on the table and aims for the shower, desperate for rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day and he has to think of a thousand ways to deal with his father, who is most probably going to be the same old senile man. It’s finally when sleep takes him that he hears the door opening.

It’s 3 in the morning.

He covers his shivering body and decides to ignore the sounds coming from the living-room. You don’t usually make noise at home, but he can hear some rummaging, along with a voice.

Wait, are you singing right now?

He sits when he hears something fall on the floor, breaking. It’s not normal, you’re not this kind of person. You don’t sing, you don’t let things fall. Oh, maybe it’s a burglary. Great, he is going to get killed before he can end his life himself. Jaebum goes to the living-room with soft steps but he sees you wobble toward the kitchen, almost falling when your feet meet the deep brown carpet.

“Ah! Jaebumie!” You put a finger over your lips, cheeks pink and eyes glassy. “Shhh, it’s late!” You giggle and open the fridge to get some water. Jaebum stares at you, shocked.

“Are you drunk?”

When you laugh and spill water on the floor, he knows he won’t be able to rest tonight.

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@praesidii said: nero, gieve, and jaskier!

send me a character and i’ll tell you (soft headcanons) // accepting!

what they smell like: Coffee. intensely of coffee. Mostly coffee, actually. Beneath that, though, there are sharp, cold notes of metallic scents, as well as hints of ozone-- like the smell of an aether storm.

what their favorite smells in the world are: He likes the smell of coffee, particularly early in the morning, but actually he likes the smell of Chamomile even more overall, even though he doesn’t tend to drink the tea steeped from it. His favorite scents, above either of those, are tied to the ironworks.

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: pajama pants and a tank top usually, both washed so many times that they’re very soft. When dragged out of bed and not fully dressed yet, he’ll throw on a pair of slippers and a red silk robe because he is, in fact, That Bitch.

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: I mean. Obligatory CidNero shriek here. And for a cute hc....hmmm..... Nero is the little spoon. No, I don’t take constructive criticism.

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: Okay so I’m about to jump into Crystal Tower Era Nero and cry about how attached he got to Doga and Unei in such a short amount of time, going so far that he legit almost fucking crystalized and died in the process of protecting them?? AND THEN HAD THE ABSOLUTE AUDACITY to lie to everyone’s FACES and claim it wasn’t done out of kindness or care but the explanation he tries to give for it doesn’t make any goddamn sense. So basically my hc here is that he cares them.

a song that reminds me of them: Nobody - Besomorph. NOBODY - BESOMORPH. NOBODY - BESOMORPH!!!!!!!!!!! I'm doing what I can to keep what's left of my mind But I'm reading into everything like truth is there between the lines Mind is screaming Lungs aren't breathing, waiting for success to free me Always was, always will be I'll put this out and tear it down when no one listens I'll smile and destroy it like we meant nothing I'll repeat till I turn hollow, no one cares hard pill to swallow I fell short too many times It's living there (living there) In the back of my mind (back of my mind) Always was and I always will be Nobody, nobody Always was and I always will be Nobody, nobody It's stealing the air like it needs oxygen Drinking my youth like it lives off its blood Always was and I always will be Nobody, nobody

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: I think! I mean I know dragons don’t count as animals but the man made his helmet look like a dragon so the imagery is just stuck with me.

what position they sleep in: Nero is a side-sleeper, legs stretched all the way out and sprawled wherever they please.

their favorite drink: Coffee. He LIVES on it. He is only alive by the grace of coffee.

a gift i would give them if i could: A funky lil puzzle box! Metal, probably, with a bunch of little clicky mechanisms so my boy can stim (Because IMAGINE NERO BEING NEUROTYPICAL THATS HILARIOUS)

what they smell like: Gieve smells faintly of the sea, under a layer of gorgeous perfume-- saffron, red musk, and spices with hints of patchouli, lilies, and osmanthus. There are also notes of leather, sword oil, and the polish he uses for his oud.

what their favorite smells in the world are: Gieve loves the smell of clear fresh air, most scented incense, sweet fresh fruit....or a nice-smelling, attractive person to snuggle up to.

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: Gieve sleeps in his smalls and a comfy shirt that is several sizes too big for him (bought with the express purpose of comfy sleeping), unless it’s summer, or in other circumstances that may call for less clothing.

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: I’m like. Ridiculously fond of all of my Gieve ships which is probably only because I have like one and a half that I actually get to write?? and I want More. But I suppose I’d have to label my favorite as Hermes and Gieve because I’m a weak man and enemies to lovers has so much spicy potential when done right.

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: FARANGIS AND GIEVE ARE MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE PLATONICALLY because I live for the lesbian-bi solidarity and the banter and their mutual poking fun, they’re just amazingly good.

a song that reminds me of them: Dancer and The Moon - Blackmore’s Night Follow me closely Arms wrapped around me Life is a sweet, sweet wine Glittering gold as Stories unfold those Secrets are lost in time To the heartbeat of the night Hey, hey, hey, till the break of day La lala lalalala lala lala lala Hey, hey, hey, dance the whole night through Nothing gets between The dancer and the moon

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: A fox!

what position they sleep in: Depends on whether or not he’s alone. Alone, he sleeps on his stomach stretched out every way he possibly can. If he’s with a partner, he’ll tangle his legs with theirs and curl up close to them.

their favorite drink: Spiced wine

a gift i would give them if i could: so many pairs of cute earrings

what they smell like: Fancy bath salts, cologne-- probably lots of lavender and bergamot, with hints of white musk and clove

what their favorite smells in the world are: Most flowers-- particularly poppies--, fresh-baked bread, petrichor

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: if in a bed, usually shirtless in some comfortable pants. If on the road, he sleeps in generally whatever he was wearing that day.

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: Hi I love geralt and jaskier in any form they take so. yeah. there’s that. Regardless of whether it’s requited or not, Jaskier always has feelings for and is attracted to Geralt but will keep that to himself if there is no mutual interest because he just likes being around Geralt and platonic interaction is just as good. He’s just hopelessly pan and that’s my headcanon for today.

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: Again, geralt and jaskier win this category. I could honestly go either way with them and love them the same amount.

a song that reminds me of them: The obvious choice here would be the one he literally sings but y’know, Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos has a fun Jaskier vibe. Not necessarily lyrics-wise but just the overall vibe!

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: probably a bird of some kind? I need something Agent-Of-Chaos enough for him.

what position they sleep in: Curled up on his side, cuddling whatever is closest to him

their favorite drink: Wine! Good, preferably, but it’s not a requirement.

a gift i would give them if i could: A pat on the head and the death of one of his various enemies? So that he can have fewer feral bastard hours??

#[ HEADCANONS ] - SCAEVA #[ HEADCANONS ] - GIEVE #[ HEADCANONS ] - JASKIER #long post #sorry its long

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