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Moonpaw from Warrior Cats: Changing Skies is intersex!

Requested by @yellow-computer-mouse (sorry about the single image, I wasn't gonna find much good for a book-only character where most art is fanart :'])

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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 | Javier Peña x reader

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summary | Javier needed a vacation, badly.

author's note | for writing through the seasons, hosted by @guiltyasdave (happy birthday bby!!) & @sizzlingcloudmentality. such a beautiful challenge and i really enjoyed writing something a little lighter for javi. and a big thank you to @kedsandtubesocks & @hauntedhowlett for helping me plan this out.

content warning | 18+ MDNI, post narcos s3, old partners, holding grudges, enemies to lovers, javi in shorts, drinking, less than subtle flirting, shower sex, unprotected piv and creampies, some feelings at the end <3

word count — 7k

Being forced out of Colombia had been a blessing in disguise, really.

With an asshat like Javier Peña as the attaché and taking that power to clean house, you had been an innocent casualty among the masses. There were about twenty of you, some lower staff, some agents - like you, but it was all the push you needed to switch gears.

The passion you initially started with had waned slowly, desensitized to every drug bust and dead body; young, old. It was draining, debilitating on some days. Taking a job at the inn had rejuvenated you and washed away the heavy weight of the DEA and all the baggage that came with it.

As for Javier, he spent weeks searching for a proper place to use as his getaway, constant whispers and recommendations from friends about a small island off the coast of Hawaii - discreet, quiet, a place where he didn’t have to be known. He wanted to exist away from home; the occasional spotlight—he wanted to disappear.

It was perfect, walking up the lone inn on the tiny island with a deep, relieving breath and his bag slung over his shoulder, approaching the desk with his natural swagged, the gentle sway of his hips in those figure hugging jeans, fit perfectly to his muscled thighs and a peach colored button-up to match.

Not beach attire, but easily clocked. Your face is buried in the laptop you swing around to the front desk, a faint clearing of a throat coming a few inches away and up, catching a glimpse of the watch, then the plush lips pushed out under a thick mustache, yellow-tinted glasses that hid those pensive fucking eyes.

You both realize it at the same moment.

What the fuck are you doing here?

It’s said in unison, laptop snapped shut as you take in his cliche attire.

In the year since you’ve been let go, he hasn't changed a bit.

“I’ve got a room booked for the weekend,” Javier continues despite your pinched expression, the strong wave of bitterness returning as you glare at him, staring up at the clock that read a quarter ‘til five, only fifteen minutes left on your shift before your next break.

Maybe if you waited him out you could send him on his way, knowing very well there wasn’t any other possible booking on the island and he would have to find a flight back home.

Fuck him. God, fuck him.

As good as you had it now, it didn’t lessen the sting of a career you had worked so hard for, crumbling to nothing with a flick of pen and someone's shitty opinion, crossing your name off like it meant nothing, like you hadn’t done enough grunt work for him to even earn a simple thank you.

You existed around him, not with him.

Even now, he’s staring at you like he’s waiting for you to spin on his axis, tap your fingers delicately against the work computer and handing over his room key with a smile. Practiced, forced.

He could find somewhere else, surely.

He doesn’t realize he let the thought slip audibly until you’re replying with an amused tone, “No, you can’t,” It was cocky, but oozing a venom that Javier knew to steer clear of, “we’re the only place on the island.”

Silently you type in his name, knowing that despite your immediate distaste that returns like a natural, learned behavior—you had a job to do.

But, it doesn’t stop your mouse from hovering over the cancel button for a moment too long, watching his expression turn from smug to pitiful.

It was a glaring dichotomy, personalities swapped, watching a once confident man shrink in shame as he scratches his cheek and looks away, your fingers typing quietly at the keyboard before you eventually disappear without a word, fetching the room key.

It was a pricier suite, unsurprising. Room 213. You swing the key ring around your finger and double-check the information, seeing that he had paid ahead of time and handled all the necessary additions over the phone with a different employee.

“This what you do now?” He asks - it was a question of genuine curiosity, but it comes out judgmental, at least, it reads that way. He takes the key from your extended finger and ignores the obvious tension that was weaving around you both like a tangled mess.

“It’s surprising how hard it is to get back onto a job at the embassy when the head attaché fires you without proper reasoning—overstaffing, was it? Budget cuts?” You tilt your head slightly, staring him down with a polite smile as you slide the paper receipt across the counter, “I guess we’ll never know, huh?”

“Hey, that’s—”

“I don’t care, Javier,” You reply honestly, interjecting before he has the chance to spit out an excuse, whatever it may be, “Yes—this is what I do now.”

So much for anonymity, he thinks.

Just like that, his entire vacation had soured.

And for you, it was the only sliver of peace you had here.

Gone. Vanished.

You watch his walk of quiet shame as he glances over his shoulder briefly before boarding the elevator, his jaw tense and tight as you lock eyes, doors closing slowly before you release a breath you didn’t realize you were still holding.

Fuck.

It was time to take your fifteen.

–

You liked Fridays because it meant relaxation—and drinks, beachside and under the soft, soothing tune of whatever was playing through the bar speakers, the crash of waves on the shore and a misty spray that kissed your skin, sipping silently at your drink as your finger circles the wet ring on the surface of the table.

The sun was setting by now, a few hours since you hated spoken or seen Javier Peña.

It was hitting you now, realizing you never quite processed how hard the lay off had been to process, how blindsided you had been, or how little appreciation was shown in the aftermath.

Right—it only mattered if your name meant something, if it was attached.

You were like mice, rats—taught and trained, scattering to find evidence and intel, return and filter it through your superiors and still somehow manage to not get murdered or discovered in the process and all the while, expected to complete your paperwork on time. 

You were used to people taking the credit from you, but with Javier, it was different.

He had a way of making you feel special; always calling you by name, never letting you feel inferior when he needed something, making sure to comment on your appearance in a respectful manner, greet you like you’ve been friends for ages, a mere effort to keep up with his title.

But, you had built a strange kinship over long late night stake-outs, shared nonsensical details about your life - like how you despised the taste of liquor but toughed it out for the sweet aftertaste, enjoyed drinks for the aesthetics rather than the feeling.

Javier was a messy eater, too. Not careless, but rather ravaging. He’d tear into his fruit like an animal finding the first spec of food in a week, juices covering his fingers and oblivious to the obscene sounds he’d make as he chewed, sucked, and licked. It was irritating, but inherently him. He didn’t like music much either, opting for silence instead. It drove you insane on particularly long nights.

It didn’t matter that you had shared nights in each other’s apartments, grueling over dead-ends and lackluster information, sharing meals that would end with both of you falling asleep in heaps, never mentioning them as you woke.

Neither of you had ever crossed that line, too vehemently aware of his title.

Both professional and rumored.

So, when he was the one who signed off after you were ordered out of the office, badge and gun returned by end of day, you didn’t know how to react.

And it was only as he resurfaced now, a year later, that you find all of those bottled up feelings and resentments boiling at the surface.

“Osita,” You hear him greet with an estranged fondness, hating the way it rolls off his tongue like it was normal, “you’ve changed.”

You sip on your drink with disregard, hearing the silent squeak as he takes his seat a couple seats away and orders a plain tequila - nothing fancy, just liquor and a glass.

“Actually, make that a double,” He adds, tapping his wallet idly against the surface of the table as he waits, offering a reserved thank you as the two glasses are slid in front of him.

You pointedly turn away, hoping the fleeing sun and shifting color of the sky; a soft oceanic blue into tangerine skies and the flock of seagulls circling overhead. Unfortunately, it isn’t enough to block out Javier, who when he needs or wants something, is going to get it.

And currently, it was your attention.

“You know that was never my decision,” He deflects, “I’m fed a list and if I don’t sign it I look like I’m not willing to do my job, if I could have suggested they take you off—”

“You should have,” You bite, “if you felt so passionately about it, but as all things go in Peña’s world–if it doesn’t hurt you, then who cares, correct?”

You had only ever known Javier as the serious figurehead above you, not the one of tales told by co-workers, how mischievous he used to be, how daring. Los Pepes had really done a number on him apparently.

“I’m trying to apologize, alright?” He offers weakly - and Jesus, when had he downed the first glass of tequila in the time you had started talking to him? He quickly throws back the second glass and pushes them aside, “I came here because I heard it was a good place to disappear, that I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone knowing my name—and you just happened to be here, I’m not trying to invade, but I’m sure we can just���exist around each other for a weekend.”

When it came down to it, you knew there wasn’t much Javier could have done—sure, a word or two would have been nice in your defense, given how closely you two had worked together toward the end of your career in Colombia, but even then it assumedly wouldn’t have done any good.

You received a good pension and are living nicely now, making enough money to live comfortably somewhat off the grid—you could hold a grudge, it was easy. But, you don’t.

“Yeah,” You offer lamely, “apology accepted, can you leave me alone now?”

“I retired,” Javier slips as he shifts in his seat, “thought you should know.”

This motherfucker—he knew how to reel you in; hook, line, sinker.

“You? Retired?” You scoff, “Who roped you into that? Is someone blackmailing you?”

Javier makes a face of incredulous disbelief, “Blackmail—the fuck? No. I got tired of all of it, all the work we’re doing and half of the government is under the cartel’s dominion. From one extreme to another and there was no change in sight, it was pointless.”

He wasn’t wrong; you constantly put your life on the line for a cause, fruitless and impossible to change, it was like chasing your own tail half the time.

As you finish up your drink you order a beer politely, the bartender offering a flirty smile that Javier catches with a keen eye, but he files it away for another time. The subtle buzz of alcohol was already filtering through your head as you sip from the beer slid into your hand and Javier makes a motion with his finger, ordering a third drink.

“I see you haven’t changed,” You comment slyly.

“You either,” He remarks, eyes shifting toward the bartender.

As much as Javier had his indulgences, so had you.

It was unspoken how you both hid the trauma and stress under alcohol and sex, just never with each other, but this - Javier was reading it completely wrong.

“Oh, gross,” You grimace in disgust, “He’s a friend and I’m almost certain I am not his type.”

As the words leave your mouth, your friend approaches Javier with a third drink, mirroring his earlier actions with you but adding a subtle once-over with his eyes, admiring Javier’s toned physique and tanned skin, years of chasing after cartel members keeping him fit.

Though, his posture is slacking, slumped in his seat as he works on the third glass of tequila, still dressed in his earlier attire and it almost transports you back to the nights spent in his car, a glass of liquor tucked between his legs and his phone and binoculars resting on his thighs.

“Please tell me you brought more than just…that,” You inquired, eyes pointedly dragging over his figure in a less subtle manner, “like—actual vacation clothes?”

“There’s nothing wrong with this,” Javier defends, a confident smirk gracing his face as his hands spread over his knees and curls, gulping down the last sip of alcohol, “it’s fine—ladies love it.”

“Sure, if you’d like to stay stuck in the eighties for the rest of your life,” You jest, “I just—I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in shorts, actually…I don’t think I’ve ever seen how you dress outside of work.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’d love to know,” He teases, watching as you wobbled to your feet and grabbed your wallet and room key, “wait—you’re leaving already?”

“Yes,” You answer blatantly, “I don’t need you pestering me the rest of the night when I could spend it alone, in my room, like I do every night.”

“That eager to run off, huh?” Javier retorts, “God, you must really hate me.”

“Since when do you care what I think about you?” You ask him, genuinely curious. “I haven’t seen you in over a year and you show up here and expect me to fall to my knees and worship you like I did back in Colombia? You’re not my boss anymore and we’re not chasing after drug lords. Go fuck yourself, Javi.”

Truthfully, Javier Peña was only a shell of what he used to be. 

He’s softened, far less rigid than he used to carry himself. Working with his father had led him to live a quieter life, enjoy being around his family, and come to the realization that what didn’t want to be stopped, couldn’t be. He’s let things go, moved on, but for some reason—with you, he’s finding it difficult. 

He grabs your wrist as you intend to walk past, standing from his seat and turning to you as your body shifts toward his, like being transported back to the work office with the buzz of noise and voices around you, blaming the alcohol in your system for the way your eyes linger on his face, blinking as you take a stumbling step back.

“At least let me walk you back to the inn,” He suggests.

“Worried I can’t handle myself?”

“No,” He answers quickly, fully aware of how easily you could, “I’m just—let me, alright?”

“Fine,” You relent after a long pause, “whatever, but—don’t talk. Your voice is annoying.”

“Oh? Is it?” He responds with a chuckle, quickly realizing that you had no intention to wait for him as you’re already fleeing by the time he turns around to grab his wallet, jogging to catch up with you.

“Keep up, Peña.” You mock him, a subtle grin on your face as you hear his rushing footsteps in the sand, “You’ve really let yourself go, huh?”

Javier scoffs in amusement at your words, but doesn’t answer.

For once, he listens and keeps his mouth shut.

–

You take the scenic route, unusual for you, but with Javier at your side you try to remind yourself to be a decent tour guide—he was here for a vacation after all. There were a few locally owned shops that you suggested for breakfast and souvenirs, home-grown and made with love.

He takes them into consideration, noticing how much lighter you sound as you talk, the alcohol taking your body hostage, aware of how little you needed to consume before you were spilling unnecessary information and giggling yourself into tears. But, in the current moment, it was a quaint relaxation that washed over.

The sun had set now, both of you traveling in the dark as you approached the inn. Javier shared very little about how life has been for him back home, more interested in hearing your stories about crazy guests and cute, older retired couples who needed a week away from the city.

“When I first got here I would spend all of my time in the water, or near it,” You admit, fishing for your keys without much luck, reaching your room on the first level of the inn, “it’s so nice here, Javi—I mean, you think about all the stuff we endured back in Colombia and you wonder how the fuck we survived and suddenly you’re relaxing on the beach like none of it ever mattered.”

“It’s hard to let that shit go,” Javier admits, “still…wakes me up at night, you know?”

You knew well, nodding solemnly as you fumble to find the correct key, swaying on your feet before Javier decides to put you out of your misery and step in, gently prying the keys from your hand as he sifts through to find one similar to his own before he hands it back, shaking your head in amusement as you laugh quietly.

“Still terrible at handling your liquor,” Javier comments, hands hovering around you as you stumble forward, ready to catch you if you fall, luckily you stay on your feet, “wait—do you like, live here? At the inn?”

“For a stretch of time, yeah,” You answer as you step into your room, immediately toeing off your shoes and turning on your heels, hand gripping the doorknob as you face him and rest the knob against your hip, staring him down from a couple inches away, the threshold forcing the distance, “I have a place further in town when we close down for a couple months—you worried about me, Peña?”

He can’t explain why his stomach clenches at the words, an instinct to agree swirling in his gut.

He’s thought about you since your departure, but as he moved back home and forced himself to let go of that part of his life, things had started to fray around the edges of his mind, slowly disappearing.

His non-answer is telling, analyzing your features like you’ve seen him down a hundred times. Usually it was for signs of deception or misleading information, constantly on edge of a possible mole or betrayal. He never fully trusted anyone, but he knows he never sensed that with you.

“I’m a big girl,” You assure him, “I can handle myself.”

“I know,” He replies, his right hand curling around his belt, thumb rubbing against the mix of denim and the leather band, his left hand rubbing over his mustache and chin, “so—I guess I’ll see you ‘round, then? If I don’t, I can’t say I’m upset—I got to see your face again.”

“Cute,” You smile genuinely, head tilting against the doorframe, “All’s forgiven, I guess. I think I’m starting to realize how much of that shit was out of your control.”

“You were a good partner,” He says lowly, a grit to his voice that makes your insides quiver, “If I had a say, you would’ve stuck around.”

His brown eyes were a dangerous weapon, his face softening into that boyish charm he liked to use on you when he needed something inconsequential; a coffee, something he’d forgotten at his desk, or when he needed you to pick up the snacks before a stakeout.

You were definitely going to regret your next words.

“A few friends of mine are having a bonfire tomorrow,” You tell him, “It’s small—but I think you’d enjoy it. Plus, Elio would murder me if I didn’t extend the invitation.”

“Elio?” 

“You know,” You tease him, mocking the less than subtle grin and eye drag of your friend back at the bar that makes Javier chuckle, “that Elio. The Peña charm works down here in Hawaii too, I guess. He usually cuts people off after two drinks.”

“It’s about all you can handle,” Javier retorts, your relaxed, drunkish grin growing as you shove weakly at his chest, his hand winding around your wrist with ease, less urgent this time.

Your eyes drag to the touch, lingering for a moment as Javier’s thumb rubs against the inside of your wrist, the rhythmic thrum of your pulse under the surface as your mouth salivates.

You hadn’t felt that touch in months, a gesture that shouldn’t hold so much weight, but brings you back to the constant idiotic decisions you would make with no regard for your safety. 

As reckless as you knew Javier to be prior to Escobar’s death, he had changed somewhere between then and when he met you, his touch was the only thing that grounded you in many high stress situations and instances when you felt impulsive - impatient.

But, this touch—it’s different.

“I’m not inviting you in, Javi,” You tell him steadily, eyes still locked on your wrist as his are on your face, “I do still have some respect for you—us, whatever that was before.”

“Sleep well, chiquita,” He says after a beat, turning your wrist in his hand as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand and departs for the elevator, leaving you in a drunken haze.

You almost change your mind, opening your mouth to beg him to stay.

The words never come out.

–

You never told him the exact details of where the bonfire was happening, but as he peeks out of his window the following night - forcing himself to spend the entire day away from you rather than sniffing around for you like a lost, helpless puppy - the fire was enough of a tell.

And you knew you wouldn’t need to tell him, either.

Elio is smirking as he glances over your shoulder, the soft tuft of sand shifting behind you as you peer up, finding a shockingly dressed-down version of Javier sans his tinted sunglasses that were almost a trademark to his look, sitting perfectly on his aquiline nose.

“So, you do have legs,” You tease, catching a glimpse of his uncovered shins as he takes a seat beside you on the towel laid over the sand, greeting your friends politely and shaking hands as they approach him, nodding as one of them shoves a beer into his hand.

 “Thank you—” He only processes your words after his first sip, brow furrowing in confusion, “hold up, what the hell does that mean?”

“I’d almost believe you were some type of robot if I hadn’t,” You joke lightly, the teasing falling completely flat as Javier glances down at his legs and bare feet, “sorry–bad…bad joke, it was something people used to say around the office. You never took a break, people thought you were some kind of machine or something.”

“You have not changed,” Javier reminisces, shaking his head with a chuckle to match.

It was your turn to share in the confusion, waving goodbye to a few friends who were wandering off for the night, shooting him a similar expression.

“Fumbling over your words, bad jokes, terrible conversation—”

“Oh, fuck you, Javi,” You shove his shoulder and he chuckles louder, “I can still kick your ass,”

“I don’t doubt it,” He agrees, sharing a brief exchange of eyes that makes your face heat and you’re internally willing the feeling of adoration away.

Not him, not now.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” You ask in an effort to change the subject, “Only about twelve hours left, right?”

“And I’m sure you’ve got your countdown going,” Javier remarks, “It’s been good—needed it more than I realized, it’s so fuckin’ quiet out here.”

As your mouth opens, you catch sight of your friend who had been particularly interested in speaking to Javier—or more specially, Javier Peña. “Oh, right,” You interject, introducing him to your coworker turned friend, “he had a few questions about Escobar, figured you wouldn’t mind answering them.”

Javier didn’t necessarily mind, but he knows you’re doing it to irritate him.

As his attention turns away from you, you turn toward Elio who was relaxing nearby, talking amongst a few of his own friends but still vehemently aware of your presence, “If you two don’t just fuck each other already,” He remarks with a flippant, dismissive smile, “—missed opportunity, seriously.”

“Mind your business,” You retorted with no bite.

He shrugs in a matter-of-fact way before disappearing as Javier turns to you again, distraction gone as you meet him with a smile, “I’m gonna walk the beach for a bit.”

“Is that an invitation?” Javier inquires, casually you reach for his hand and tug him along.

The silence that grows as you walk alongside each other vaguely resembles the comfort that those late nights would bring, the gentle ambience of crashing waves that wash over your feet and the low roar of a boat engine as it passes by.

“They’re still trading,” Javier beings offhandedly, “—right in my fuckin’ Pop’s backyard.”

“Boats?” You surmise, never having sniffed out that type of activity on the island, relatively clean from the cartel’s reach. “There’s too many hands in the mix, you know? You were never going to stop that on your own.”

“Tried,” Javier retorts grimly, “Just ended up chasing my own damn tail in the end.”

Eventually, you find a spot closer to the inn - an incline in the sand that you both move to sit and perch, far enough away from the shore that you don't have to worry about getting wet.

“You made the right choice,” You assure him, “I think some of that resentment was only aimed at you, not necessarily my job. I’m happier here, but you—I just—”

Javier’s eyebrows raise in encouragement for you to finish, unsettlingly quiet.

“I think I was starstruck for a time, seeking your approval,” You admit, “but then I realized that we don’t mesh. We work well, but outside of that…I couldn’t match up with the others.”

It was a kinder way of saying that you didn’t like the locker room talk that happened often among his colleagues, often on the outskirts as you listen to them dig into the nitty gritty details that were never work appropriate, bragging and talking over one another. Javier was usually subdued, but he did occasionally make comments that reminded you exactly why you swore of men like him or them.

“You know what I appreciate about you,” Javier begins after a dragging silence, your eyes locking on him curiously, “You didn’t need the approval to do a good job, you just did it.”

It was easy with you.

Regardless of how badly you did want the recognition.

“A thank you would have been nice.”

Javier cracks a weak smile, swiping a few grains of sand from your knee before he squeezes your leg and offers a genuine, “Thank you.”

It was better than nothing, you suppose.

“Also, serious question,” Javier interjects quickly, “What did you mean by mesh?” 

You turn to him with a bigger grin, raising your finger to press against the center of his chest, between his unbuttoned neckline, “You - are not my type. At all.”

Javier guffaws at that, genuine disbelief, “I’m everyone’s type.”

“Good thing I don’t have one.”

“C’mon—not even once?” Javier presses, sensing there was more beneath the surface.

You almost considered letting him inside of your room the first night he arrived, some half-assed excuse about respect that Javier knows you could care less about, more-so setting a boundary for yourself, reminding you that this wasn’t something you should allow yourself to have.

Javier was enough of a gentleman to respect that and throughout the entirety of your partnership, had never attempted to make things weird, despite how he may feel.

You were beautiful and he could tell you that to your face, a striking personality and witty humor to match—and he’s never prided himself on respecting the rule about workplace relationships, having dabbled in enough bad behavior with interns and receptionists that filtered through. 

You scared him—not in a bad way. But, Javier’s never been quite so intimidated. 

“Let me change your mind,” Javier says jokingly.

There’s a brief flicker as he says it, a blip of miscommunication before you realize his tone and you pray Javier moves on—of course, he doesn’t.

“Let me,” He tries again, his voice softer as you find your bodies gravitating toward each other, his hand nudging your chin up like he’s done it before, a practiced motion before your lips are pressing together gently, a small noise behind Javier’s closed lips as you return the gesture tentatively, “I’ll give you a reason to change it, chiquita.”

“Javi,” You plead, not asking for more or less, but rather begging for an excuse; a reason to deny him or a thousand ways this could go badly for the both of you, “we shouldn’t—”

His hand slides down your cheek to your neck, guiding your chin up to allow room for his mouth at your neck, placing wet and open-mouthed kisses against your skin as your fingers wrap around his wrist, a sigh pushing out of your throat as you relax under his touch.

“Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to—”

“Don’t,” You interject quickly, sounding breathless, “don’t say that—just…stop talking.”

Javier chuckles, nosing his way up the side of your face before his eyes peek open, locking with your own as his right hand drifts down your neck to your waist and squeezes, pulling you in with a cocky grin, “Tell me to stop touching you, then.”

“You haven’t changed,” You retorted fondly, the tiniest trace of venom in your tone.

The lack of acknowledgement to his direct command makes his grin grow stronger.

The exchange of lips gains an edge of intensity as your hands reach for him almost on instinct, his right leg slotting between yours where they were spread, a hand wrapping around your thigh as he moves over you, back pressing against the sand while your own hand moves along the back of his neck and through his hair at the nape.

You sigh into his mouth, lips parting as his tongue traces teasingly and slides along your own, silently pushing at the loose fabric of your shirt as it moves up your abdomen, the gentle breezing hitting your skin and you make a small noise, your own fingers curling around the collar of his shirt, fingers fanning out over the tanned, freckled skin of his shoulder.

“Forget the bed,” Javier huffs against your lips, “let’s do it right here.”

You giggle at his insistence and shake your head, nose rubbing against his with the motion as you part, hand against his chest to force some distance as he sits back with a flushed expression, similar to how he’d look after a foot chase but his eyes darkened with pleasure.

“You can’t be serious?” You inquire, a boyish shrug of his shoulders as his teeth peek through his smile, hearing the faint chatter of friends a distance away, both of you perfectly hidden from view. Still, you weren’t that reckless.

“Still have that whole respect thing for us going on?” Javier teases, eyes flicking briefly toward the darkened inn, most of the patrons already tucked in for the night. 

You roll your eyes with an obvious fondness as you shove him away, moving to your feet as you brush the sand away, casually holding out your hand as he mirrors your actions, “Not tonight.”

You were almost positive you would regret it later, but for now, you acted on the impulsivity.

–

Javier was as eager as you expect, on you the moment your door clicks shut, holding you close as you stumble backward into the bathroom and flick on the light, equally trading touches as he strips you naked without a word, down to your underwear before you can push him away for long enough to turn on the water.

He strips as you adjust the temperature, “Be honest, was it because I was your boss?”

You give him a look of irritation that is quickly quelled by his touch, wet hand fumbling to grip his shoulder as he strips you down to nothing, stepping quietly out of your panties as he drags them down your thigh, tilting your head down as he stays kneeled for a moment.

“Not even close,” You remark, feeling the emphasis of his intention with every press of his lips; one at your shin, knee, two on each thigh before he presses one gentle kiss at your mound, his bottom lip catching against your skin as he slowly moves to stand again.

Javier strips himself the rest of the way as you step inside of the hot shower, closing your eyes as you wet your hair under the gentle spray, his lips attaching to your throat as he climbs inside and shuts the curtain, hands pressed against the curves of your body, cradling you.

You shiver despite the warmth of the water, your skin tingling everywhere Javier touches. His hands roam your body with a reverence that makes your breath catch. 

"Then why?" he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and husky.

You turn in his arms, pressing your body flush against his. Water cascades over both of you as you look up into his dark eyes, clouded with desire.

"Because I knew if we did, it would only make things worse,” You admit, “Sex always complicates things, I like how he worked together without it.”

“Well,” He chuckles, both hands spreading out over your back and down to your ass, gasping at the way he squeezes so greedily, teeth digging into your skin gently, “we’re not partners anymore.”

“No,” You breathe out in a shaky attempt at grounding yourself, his hardened cock nudging at your stomach, “we’re not.”

Javier’s hand slides lower, wrapping around the back of your knee as he guides you back against the cold tile wall in the tight space, gasping at the cool to touch surface and the hand that hikes your leg up, Javier’s foot raising to rest along the edge of the tub.

The hand not occupying your knee slides teasingly between your folds, releasing a shaky sigh as you tilt your head back, the water soaking Javier as it hits his back, dripping down his hair and along his nose, carefully examining the subtle changes in your expression as his fingers graze your clit before he slips his middle finger inside of you, hooking the digit in a way that has you squeezing your hands as they reach for his shoulder.

“Tell me you want this,” He growls, an inflection in his voice you’ve heard before but have never felt aimed at you. It makes your head spin, suddenly dizzy.

Instinctively still, you know what to say.

“I do. I want this. Want you, Javi.”

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, all the pent-up desire from months of working together finally unleashed. You reach for his cock, taking a moment to admire him. It shouldn’t strike you how endowed he is, thick and resting just at his belly button, a couple inches more than you’ve ever encountered before and cut, a protruding vein running along the side of his cock from his shaft to just underneath the head of his cock, running your thumb along the ridge and over the weeping slit, suddenly dying for a taste as your mouth watered.

Javier was too impatient, though.

There’s a exchange of unspoken communication, a simple and subtle head nod as Javier fists his cock, rubbing the head between your folds before he pushes inside of you, a palm flat against his chest as you hiss at the faint sting, a stretch you weren't accustomed to and the nails that dig into his skin shouldn’t turn him on like they do, but he leans into it, shallow thrusts inside of your cunt until he’s fully sheathed and your fingernails are biting into his skin, tiny rivulets of blood washed away by the water overhead.

Javier’s movements are slow and deliberate, using the leverage of your unsteady position as you stretch onto your toes of the foot still pressed against the floor of the shower, the other leg held tight at his hip as he fucked into, careless of the water splashing to the floor where the curtain was set askew by his knee pressing into the fabric.

"God, you feel so good," he groans against your skin, his voice rough with desire. "So tight, so perfect. Knew you’d be perfect.”

“H—how - fuck - how often have you thought about this?” You ask, licking away the droplet of water from your lips as Javier smiles, the kind that only carried mischief, as he noses at your neck.

“Every damn day,” Javier admits, lips dragging along your ear as he fucks you with a newfound furiosity, “—mierda, she’s squeezin’ me so tight—all the time. At the office, those late nights in the car. Thought about—fuck, jus’ bending you over the trunk and fucking you there.”

His hips snap into you with force, driving you back against the tile wall. A gasp rips from your throat, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you on earth, scrambling as you slipped but Javier is already there, steadying as he adjust his position to lock your legs at hips, suspended in his hold as his cock brushed deep inside of you, eyes rolling back.

“All you needed was some attention,” Javier surmises, “someone to tell you how good of a job you were doing, right?”

It would have been nice during your tenure, but now, it feels taunting. 

“You’re good,” Javier tells you, “so fuckin’ good—”

“Oh, god,” You moan, hands tangling into his wet hair as his lips find your neck again, the faintest scratch of stubble against your skin, teeth nipping at your skin as he drives his hips into you relentlessly, “Jav—Javi, please—”

“That’s it, baby,” He groans, a soft release of breath, “let me hear you.”

The deep, coiling heat in your belly twists as he presses you tight against the wall, releasing your leg haphazardly to drag his thumb over your clit, the franticness of his movement matching his desperate need for release as he moves his finger in quick, hurried circles over your clit.

Your soft cries are muffled by his cheek as you press your mouth against him, drawn so close that it was near suffocating, “S’right there, Javi—I’m close,”

His groan is deep, hips stuttering with your words, “Where?”

Your eyes connect for a stretch of time - another unspoken acknowledgement as you tug at his hair, walls squeezing tight around his cock and nod, his jaw clenching as his orgasm approaches and he brings you with him.

It’s a sensation that makes your body go taut, his hips slowing as he pushes his seed deep inside of you, moaning brokenly into your shoulder as he eventually pulls out and lowers you back on steady ground.

"Fuck," Javier mutters, breathing heavily as he pushes away from you and notices your sated expression, a subtle smile pulling at your features. There's a softness in his face you've never seen before, a vulnerability.

You continue the shower in a comfortable silence as you both settle, like a well-oiled machine with how easily you both move around each other and with, watching as Javier quietly pushes the damp washcloth between your legs and cleans up the mess he’s made.

As you dress, he’s more subdued. Solemn. Brooding.

This was the Javier you remembered so well.

He’s waiting for the words, fingers working slowly at the buttons of his shirt before you fingers wrap around his wrist, dressed in a thin satin slip you had pulled from your drawers, sticking to your wet skin in all the places Javier’s touched, the remnants of his touch still stuck on your mind.

“Stay,” You insist—watching as he succumbed so easily to your touch, shirt half-buttoned and hanging from his frame, “if you want.”

Nobody ever asks him to stay, always on the other end, begging for a moment longer.

For me, your eyes plead.

For the night, he knows.

But, the words strike deep.

“You’re gonna make it impossible to leave,” Javier comments, smiling at the giggle you let out.

“Good,” You tease him, dragging out the syllable, “more of an excuse to come back.”

Not for his own selfish reasoning.

For you, Javier tells himself.

[leyavo]

| I am my father's daughter | 2 |

💖 Dad!Price & Daughter!reader

PART TWO: Agreeing to let Toff check you over, you make the decision of whether not you want to stay with your dad or just take off, which would be so much easier.

[18+] MDNI | TW: Hurt/angst/mentions of abuse/comfort/ complicated father-daughter relationship/some TF141 too.

🔈Readers view of John is different, he’s come and gone in her life etc so she thinks he’s not that great. So don’t send me hate

[Part one] [Series masterlist] 3026words

Toff lived up to her nickname, no letters dropped at the end of her words like the team your dad had around him. No she was posh, well spoken and had the accent of someone that came from old money.

The gold designer watch on her wrist and the rock of an engagement ring, also telling enough. Her fingers prodded the yellowing bruise on your rib cage, the rock dazzling under the light, blinding you each time she moved.

She doesn't fit in, too put together compared to the likes of your father. He's still wearing some sort of hat, whether its the ridiculous army bucket hat or a snug knitted fisherman one, if he's not it's stuffed in his back pocket. You're convinced he's still got the same Levi jeans, a few added scrapes and as he says, they wear well. There's an array of plaid and flannel shirts in varying colours hanging in his wardrobe, like another uniform he wears on his downtime instead of his camo gear.

Your dad had slipped that she went to some prestigious medical school before working in the military. Not that it mattered it to you, you'd see a vet if it meant they wouldn't talk to your dad.

Thankfully she made your dad wait in the hall, her office door shut as she assessed you. If you got this over with, you could leave and not have to speak of it ever again. You could just imagine him pacing the hallway, halting to greet the soldiers calling him captain and then resuming his pacing.

Being the Captain’s daughter also meant you had a shared family health plan with him. One you’d never heard of before. He did use to remind you to go for dental and medical check ups, but moving around when you were younger made it difficult. Your mother reluctant to fill out forms to sign you up to a new doctor’s surgery because she wasn’t sure if the new home was long term. Shocker, they never were.

"You won't, uh tell my dad?" You asked as you rolled the layers of clothing back down.

Toff tipped your chin up with her finger, "all patient records are confidential, even if your dad's Captain Price." She pushed her chair back wheeling it to the desk and picking up a pair of tweezers, sliding back to you.

She peered over her thick framed glasses at you, turning your face side to side inspecting the gash above your brow. The metal of the tweezer cool against your skin, she prodded the tape drawing back with a nod of satisfaction.

"Soap patched you up well," Toff said handing you a plastic cup of water and some painkillers.

"Sorry, what," you blurted out, choking on the water.

Humming Toff nodded, "he's good with light touch, probably why your dad got him to fix you up whilst you were out cold." She managed to get hold of some of your medical records, which she requested last night. No doubt your dad had called as soon as you fell asleep in the car and asked her for a favour.

You muttered a string of curse words under your breath, did the whole bloody army base know what happened last night? Toff was too busy reading your record, brows scrunching as she double clicked the mouse.

"You broke your wrist six years ago, but never had surgery," she said, turning the computer screen for you to see the x-ray. "The follow up on here, shows your bone moved during it was in a cast, but your guardian refused surgery." Her pen circling the area of the screen for you.

"We were moving and it felt fine," you shrugged, looking down at your wrist. You wondered if your dad knew about that one.

"Does it bother you now?" Toff said, returning to you and picking up your right wrist, pushing your sleeve up. "Huh, there's a lump there, does that hurt? Any regular pain? Does it restrict you from doing certain things, this is your dominant hand?" Her hazel eyes snapped up to yours as you snatched your wrist back and shoved the sleeve back down.

All of her questions spun around in your head, you hadn't even thought about the pain when there was other things to worry about.

Toff stood from her chair, palms raised as if you were going to bolt out of the room, you wanted to.

"Sorry, didn't mean to pry. Is that all you need me to take a look at?"

"Yes, thanks,” you snapped, flinging your hoody back on and zipping it up.

You're ready to bid your dad goodbye and never look back, but as you swung the door open you crashed into the back of someone else.

Soap's light touch kept you upright, you're trying not to think of him patching you up whilst you slept. The thought alone making you feel pathetic, small in his presence. Like you can't even look after yourself.

“Captain got called in,” Soap said, as if that’s supposed to mean anything to you. You’re used to him coming and going, more focused on his job than you.

More interested in his team, how he so easily referred to Soap as son. You haven’t even been there for a day and he’s found another family, leaving you to feel like a spare part. You want to hate Soap, but you don’t know him. Don’t know your dad the way they do.

The walls began to press in and you took off down the narrow corridor, your sight on the world outside. You needed fresh air, needed to catch your breath and not fall apart in front of Soap.

"Hey, woah," Soap called after you, his boots stomping as he tried to catch up. "dammit slow down would ya, like a fuckin’ greyhound."

You forced the door open with a bit too much force and they slammed against the stairs railing as you rushed down the steps.

"I am not a dog!" You spun around, jabbing his chest with your finger. The cool air swept your hair across your face, drawing a deep breath from you. You watched Soap's chest rise and fall as if he was coaching your breathing.

He tucked the curtain of hair shielding your eyes behind your ear, "feel better now?"

“I’d feel a whole lot better if you signed me out right now.” You raised your brow, wincing at the tape pulling it tight.

Soap shook his head, falling into step beside you. He waved, signalling for the guard to let you both through the gate back into the residential area “Your dad’s a good man, why don’t you give him a chance?”

“Because I’m not a soldier, he had his chance six years ago.” The three years he didn’t reach out, didn’t bother checking in on you. Only to find out he had another kid, another family.

You didn’t miss the tic of his jaw or the gulp he took. All the little signs you looked for when you said the wrong thing, you were good at noticing the change in people. Knew how even the nicest ones could change like a flick of a switch.

Soap leant down, face close to yours that you could feel his hot breath fanning the curve of your nose. “Look, if you’re only here to piss off your dad, I’ll sign you out right now. Hell I’ll even take the blame for you leaving, just don’t go asking him about six years ago.”

“Got it,” you said, voice low but good enough for him to hear. The tension in your body kept you in place, breath trembling as he backed off and started walking ahead.

You trailed after him, keeping your distance incase he turned around again. The beating of your heart drummed against your chest, palms sweating as you balled them up inside your pockets.

Why were you so pathetic when confronted? You could just hear your dad’s voice in the back of your head telling you to knee him in the groin. Take up some space so they can’t take all of yours.

Space, exactly what you needed after being stuck in house with a team of men. You slipped through the front door, not glancing at Soap as you rushed to the safety of your dad’s room.

Shutting the door, you pressed your back against the wood panel. The lock sliding into place, your body slumping to the floor and arms wrapping around your legs as you brought them into your chest.

Your small area of safety calming you. After a moment of silence, you picked yourself up and climbed under the duvet. The memory foam mattress too hard on your back that you flipped over on your stomach, closing your eyes.

-

The constant buzzing of your phone drew you out of your sleep, your eyes heavy as you squinted at the window. You don't know why your dad opened the blinds, the sun making it harder for you to focus. His half of the bed smooth and tucked underneath the mattress, not a crease in sight till you tugged the duvet.

Numb tingles danced across your upper back, you groaned into your pillow and attempted to roll your shoulder. Searing pain stopping you before you could rise from the bed.

Eying the alarm clock, you stumbled out of the room and down the hallway to the bathroom. You're glad the others are training this afternoon and you can sort this out yourself. It can't be that bad.

You pulled your hoody over your head, wincing at the pull of your arm stretching the skin across your shoulder blade.

Peering over your shoulder, you looked at your reflection in the mirror and your fingers pressing into the red skin. A weeping wound oozed yellow pus just right of your back below your neck. You'd forgotten about the graze, too distracted by Toff questioning your broken wrist.

You added a little more pressure and clutched the edge of the sink, black dots lining your vision. You heard the thud before you felt your body fall to the floor.

Sweat ran down your forehead, the cool tiles beneath you a welcome addition against the heat of your skin. Since when were you so hot? your breaths quickened as you tried to focus on your phone across the bathroom. Your hand aching to reach for it.

Maybe if you just rested for a little.

John couldn't wait to sit outside and have a cigar. The day had knocked him, your call in the early hours of the morning throwing him off track and his duties as a captain, a father. He hated how he got called away whilst he waited for Toff to check you over, hoping to catch you before you went on another stroll around the base to get away from his questioning.

He pulled his boots off and added them to the shoes lined up by the door, the living room and kitchen were clear. The mumbled tones of his teammates drew his attention to the hallway. He dragged a hand down his face, hoping he wouldn't have to readjust yet another bathroom schedule.

John joined the guys huddled by the closed bathroom door, looking around Soap for a clue of what the hell they were doing. "I mean we could shimmy the door open, pop it out of the frame with a bit of force," Ghost said, his calloused hand tracing the wood.

They’re all covered in sweat from their training session. Thinking they’d revert back to their bathroom schedules like normal, but they’re locked out. Only the new recruits use the communal showers.

"I don't think kickin’ the door in, is gonna make the lass feel safe." Soap said, arm shooting across the guys before they could move. The warped door's been wreaking havoc since they were assigned the house, but they haven't been bothered about taking it off and shaving it down or replacing the temperamental lock. That or wait on the long list of maintenance services.

“What the hell are you boneheads going on about?” John grumbled, their heads snapping towards him as they finally realised he was there. He glanced to the lock picking device in Ghost’s hand and the dagger wedged into the crack of the door.

“The doors locked, she was talking a second ago…” Gaz winced as the captain’s fist banged against the door shaking the whole wall.

John held his hand over his shoulder silencing them all behind him, his head titling as he tried to listen for any movement. Another knock on the door, "hey kiddo, you alright in there? If you can hear me give me something, anything."

A light tap bounced back, the tension in the captains shoulders easing at the sound.

"Can't kick the door in, there ain’t enough room in there for it to fall. Could hurt her," Gaz said, he yanked the dagger out of the door and shoved it back into Soap's hand.

"Could take the window out and go in that way." Ghost added, as if they were planning to scale a building and ambush a rogue team.

Their mumbled voices merged together in the cramped hallway.

"Window it is."

Gaz volunteered to climb through the second floor window and break the lock from the inside. John holding his breath as he waited on the other side, his chest stung at the sight of you in Gaz's arms. The ringing in his ear and the hands pushing him forwards kept him in tow behind Gaz. You were so pale, words slurred and hand dropping over his arm like a dead weight.

John was no stranger to the infirmary, he'd been sat either at someone's bedside or the unconscious one receiving aid. What he wasn't used to though, was his daughter strung up with an IV and sleeping off the medication Toff had given her.

Nurses flitted back and forth from the bed, herding John to the side as they assessed you. Gaz and Soap had gone back to the house to sleep, Ghost fixed the door and the lock and stopped by to give the captain a strong flask of coffee leaving straight after.

The constant questions, ones he didn't know since he'd never been asked before. How could he not know if you were allergic to anything or if there were any underlying health issues? It hadn't even been two days since you'd come back into his life and he didn't know you at all.

Hours had passed since Gaz had carried you through the house and to the infirmary. Your skin pale and clammy, hair sticking to your forehead. He'd never seen you like that, lost for words as he trailed after them.

The marks of another man's grasp circled your bicep, green bruise fading, but visible as you laid in the bed. John thought the split lip and gashes on your head and brow were bad, the wound on your back much worse. Couldn't understand how you carried the pain so well, as if you'd mastered putting up with it. That scared him.

He nodded to the nurse as she finished her shift, the clipboard at the end of your bed falling to the floor. He picked it up flicking through the pages and shuffling them back into the file. His hands hesitating as he read your name, Marston not Price. Was he that detached from your life that you'd dropped his last name? He'd even put his surname for you when he'd signed you into the base and you hadn't said anything when you looked at the visitor pass.

A hand smoothed across his back, chair scraping along the floor beside him. “Lucky girl, Cap. Mild case of sepsis, good that you caught on to it early and brought her in," Toff said, she leant her elbows on her knees and ducked her head to catch John's gaze.

He couldn't glance at her though, his gaze on his hand on top of yours. "You were supposed to check her over," he snarled, more angry at himself for not paying enough attention than at Toff.

"She didn't show me the wound on her back, just some bruising and the marks on her face that were visible. If I'd have known John..." Her words cut off by John's hand patting her knee.

"How she looking?"

"You caught it in the early stages, could be a few days or a week or more. She'll need to be monitored here and make sure the infection has gone. A wound like that though with the placement, would have made it difficult for her to tend to herself." Toff flicked through the medical chart, eyes flitting to the heart monitor as she walked around the bed.

John didn't want to think about you alone, isolated from people that could help and care for you. How you lacked a family and friends to lean on during those times. His mind consumed with finding whoever did this to you. Ghost had already asked him if he wanted him to look into it.

Toff hooked up another bag of IV, silently bidding him goodbye and returning to her office over the other side of the infirmary. Door ajar incase she was needed.

A twitch of your finger tapped against John's, followed by the hurried beat of the heart monitor. You whimpered in to the pillow, rapid movement fluttering under your eyelids.

“You’re okay, kid. Just relax, your old man’s right here,” he said, adjusting your pillow and smoothing your hair out of the way.

“Captain,” you slurred, lazy smile tugging your lips. You struggled to keep your eyes open, but you clutched his pointer finger like you used to as a kid.

You’d called him Captain as a kid, your mother’s doing as she used to tell you stories about daddy becoming one, one day. Playing soldiers whenever he came home and he’d always let you be the captain, your little voice commanding him to play.

"I've got you kid, you're safe."

[PART THREE]

- thank you for all your lovely comments on the first part!! :) more parts to come soon! Hope you liked it - Leya

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Vampire!Joost x reader fluff. 3.3k words

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ a/n: someone requested some vampire joost fluff but im not confident i really delivered,ill def write him again in the future if this isnt something ur into.♡´･ᴗ･`♡

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An ivory moon sat in the picturesque night sky. It was brimming with a yearning feeling , pulling your tired body from your bed and to the balcony. You pulled the curtains back and pushed open the tall glass doors, exposing your room to the night life of the city around you. The air was crisp against your bare arms, body covered only in a long, raven colored silk robe. The cold was not a thought that has crossed your mind though, your body was being called through the billowing lace curtains onto the icy wood of the balcony.

You had never felt like this before, usually you spent nights like these out of the house, opting for the thumping shadows of the many party’s held around the city. Even soon finding yourself frequenting an internet cafe that stayed open late. You planned on going tonight, but found a ‘closed for maintenance’ sign posted on the door. You couldn’t hide the disappointment on your face as you turned on your heel to head home, tried not to think about the elusive white haired smoker who often sat scowling by the counter.

It proved harder than you thought though, mind incessantly racing with flashes of his pale face. Brief moments where he glanced your way or when his gruff voice told you which computer to take bombarded your mind like a computer virus. Any time you tried to think of something sensible, Wintery blue eyes froze you to the core, vivid compilations of his huge hands dancing in your mind. Even as you entered you home, your chest felt like it was bursting with a warm energy, quickly overwhelming your body. Haphazardly, you kicked off your shoes and coat, deciding that a calm bubble bath would help you get rid of your racing thoughts.

The room was filled with a comforting blanket of steam. Lilac bubbles reflecting red light from the candlelit room, soft music filled the air as you methodically scrubbed your arms. A true serenity passed over you finally, yet you still found yourself thinking of that strange man. Something about him deeply intrigued you, always seeming so out of reach.

Ask you smoothed the silky soap over your arms, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. There was definitely something extraordinary ordinary about the cafe worker, everything about him seemed to just barely push the limits of reality. He seemed abnormally tall, towering over anyone you had seen him around. You remember how his slender hands engulfed the computer mouse when you had timidly asked for help, the air around you feeling frigid as he scowled down at your bashful figure. Couldn’t help but to watch the long arm draped around your sat figure as pale hands fluttered across the keyboard.

He never spoke to you directly, you could only watch as he clicked around the screen before closing all your tabs and pressing the restart button. Eyes glued to the computer, you gaze as it flickers to a dark screen before completely turning off. Sat before a black mirror in a yellowed picture frame you saw yourself, eyes slightly widened at the realization of the true scene before you, with the towering worker crouched above you, one hand resting on your shoulder. You couldn’t stop your eyes from meeting his face, pale features set in stone and looking down at you through the screen. But when your eyes met you swear it was as if something was dragging you into them. His eyes so frosty blue they seemed almost white, they bore into your heart constricting your chest like a snake. You felt your body pull towards the screen, trapped in a trance state. Before you could start really moving the screen flickered back to life, the login screen acting as a curtain, blocking your view and knocking reality into your head.

You became hyperaware of your surroundings now, processing the strange moment and how close you too really were. Embarrassment flushed your body as you whipped your head to the left, at the cold hand that was resting on your covered arm. You froze when you didn’t see it, you turned again to thank the man or something but quickly realized you had been sitting alone. The worker already sitting at his desk, stoney features lit by the half-smoked cig dangling from his lips and the dim light of his computer. Confusion set in truly now, your head was drunk off the warm feeling lingering in your chest cavity. You had surely been seeing things, obviously your eyes had been strained from sitting in front of the computer too long. There was no other explanation, you felt you simply needed some rest.

Bailing on your last hour you scooped up your bags and jacket and headed for the door. You felt strange as you approached the door, couldn’t will yourself to glance at the man before you shuffled out the swinging door. What you didn’t see was the sharp smirk that split his face as he watched you leave, head perched on a slender arm.

The walk home felt unreal, your body pulled you down familiar roads and turns but it was like walking in a dream. You felt full yet feather light, hot blood coursing through your ears. You don’t remember pulling your keys out to open the door, simply walking through your living room to your room. After that you only recall having the deepest most fulfilling night of rest

That seemed so long ago now, you strangely struggled to recall the events. It felt like an old memory you weren’t sure was a dream or not. It hadn’t crossed your mind since you saw him again in you head tonight. You felt as if a door in your mind had suddenly opened, calling you deeper into its glowing maw. A deep siren song of your name rang in your ears and you felt a chill run down your spine. Soapy hands snapped over your ears in shock, but when he called to you again you couldn’t help but to straighten in shock. Deep voice echoing through your ear saying

“…my love…”

You jolted up, creating waves in the purple bubbles, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable you slapped your hands across your chest, shielding yourself from something you couldn’t understand or even see. Then quickly you felt silly as you scanned the empty bathroom, tousled water swaying your body from your previous spasm. You decided the steam was getting to your head, or the lilac or candles or something, Opting to prepare for bed instead.

After you dried off and took your time on your skincare in attempt to soothe yourself, you slid into bed. Silk sheets kissed your pristine skin, instantly you felt your body pulled into the warm embrace of sleep.

you found yourself at the door of the cafe, barefoot and draped in black silk. the world around you was a white blur, unable to see anything through the glass panes of the storefront or the street either side of you. you found your hand twisting the handle of the store, the usual door bell a distorted chime as you stepped through the door. Instead of the normal rows of large yellowed monitors and interlaced wires you gazed upon an endless sea of plush black flowers. you saw his shadowy figure in the distance, petals kicked up as you stalked toward his back. you felt the need to call to him but realized you didn’t even know his name, you started to reach a hand to his turned back and noticed a beautiful red rose nestled between your fingers. your eyes caught the blood red petals, you pulled the pillowy petals close to your face. the smooth fragrant petals kissed your warm cheeks distracting you with how real it all felt. when you looked up again he had vanished from his spot, you felt a cooling chill run down your spine before you heard a voice behind you. You whipped around, searching for anything but only saw a sea of black petals. you felt overwhelmed and tired of searching, only yearning for your heart to burn with that foreign feeling. you couldn’t stop yourself from calling into the open air.

“…come to me…”

you whispered it so quiet no person could possibly hear you, still, as your chest heaved you watched as two long hands appeared from behind you, slotting around your waist like a puzzle. sharp nails pushed into your sides as you felt the weight of him press behind you.

“lieverd”

his voice rumbled against your body, cold skin engulfing you in an icy burn. you felt his lips press to the top of your head, craving any type of contact with you. air filled his lungs as he deeply savored the lilac scent that lingered on your hair. long lashes fluttered closed against your cheek as heat washed over you from head to toe. you felt breathless as you leaned your head back in to his torso. his left hand smoothed over the silky valley of your chest before long fingers wrapped around your vulnerable neck.

“if you had any idea what you do to me” he spoke against his own hand, the only thing keeping his lips from your neck. you were intoxicated with his spell, parted lips lightly panting as you braced your weakened body against him, rendered speechless in his grasp. he turned you in place, one arm keeping you enveloped in his grasp. you looked up at his face,hands resting on his chest as you craned to get closer to his plump mouth. he looked down at you with a face you never had seen him wear. his features were woefully soft, low eyes filled with a longing as one hand drifted up to stroke your warm cheek. you let yourself lean into his icy touch as your hand traced up his arm to the wrist of the long fingers caressing your cheek. his thumb grazed over your plush bottom lip, coaxing the pink skin down as you let you a blissful sigh. a dream had never felt so palpable before, it was completely exhilarating how his touch made you feel.

“…i…i need you to be only mine… but i…” he pressed your foreheads together. you tilted your head towards him, analyzed the anguished expression that twisted his face. It was your turn to raise a hand to his cheek, soft touch melting his visage to one of serenity. “what is keeping you from me?” you whispered to him, eyes on his lips as you turned his face closer to yours. he let out a deep sigh before breaking away from you dropping before you on his knees. his crystal blue eyes looked up at you as if you were a divine being, clutching the silk draped around your legs like a lifeline.

“i am a curse”

your hands reached for his cowered stature as each of his arms embraced your hips, hulking hands engulfing each of your thighs. he held onto you as if he was all that was keeping you anchored to this world, like you would drift away or fall to pieces if he even loosened. the tender look he gave you contradicted his words

“ im parasitic, a bad omen, you are sacred and i should stay far away.” his eyes cinched shut like it pained him to say. he took your wrist with a feather touch and guided it towards his pouted lips. eagerly seeking the contact you used a feather light touch to trace his features. taking the time to tuck wild silvery hair behind his ear and trace his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth where he wanted you. his smokey eyes were glued to your face as a single fingertip slipped between his parted lips.

his jaw reflexively dropped just barely, quivering as your finger ran over his incisors. you couldn’t help but to be enamored with his expression, unadulterated attention as you couldn’t help but to drag your finger against the cold tip of his tongue. you trace the flat tips of his incisors, swaying farther left and right before you finally feel exactly what he had been guiding you towards. his canines were impossibly sharp, long and pointed against your fingerprint. you couldn’t stop your eyebrows from slightly raising, finger tentatively slipping out to pull back at his lip and reveal the calcium spearhead. he splays his hands over your thighs, encompassing them as he stretches his lips to let you properly see his eternal disease.

“I’m a plague, a human shaped machine that haunts the world, siphoning life out of its creatures. a leech sapping the heart of humanity forever. I’m a ticking time bomb around you, i just…”

he fully releases you now, head dipping, unable to meet your silent gaze. he sits back on his ankles now, palms turned up in his lap.

“i don’t want to hurt you…”

you let you thumb brush against his bottom lip, fingers under his chin as you tilted his head towards you. his eyes were locked shut, unwilling to face the truth of his confession. he leaned into your palm as you dragged your thumb across the cool expanse of his under eye, taught wrinkles disappearing under your touch like magic.

“you have yet to hurt me, I’ve never felt in danger around you” you brought your self down to face level with him, knees slipping into the satin bed of dark flowers. one hand on each side of his pale face.

“i want to be yours…” you barely spoke, like the air between you would shatter at any slight vibration. his eyes finally met yours again, frosty eyes scanning your face for any hesitancy or denial. he breath picked up as you watched his eyes shift farther from blue to a slate color as his shaky hands ran down your torso. you leaned impossibly closer to him, lips hovering close as you gravitated towards him. no matter how hard you wished he would close the distance he never did, only ever barely grazing his lips around where you need him most. his hand met your neck again, nails digging into the skin of you jaw as he turned your head away from to expose your heated flesh. his touch ignited the heat in your chest once again, sunflares bursting through your body as he guided you to lay in the flower bed.

your breathless figure seemed like everything to him, your warmth radiated through him like a fireplace, chest rising and falling like the tides in the moon. his breath fanned over your collarbone as his lips danced above your skin. when his lips finally pressed against the skin you felt weightless, breath stolen from you as it sent torrid electricity shooting through your skin. you grabbed at his arms when he kissed higher, against the vein pumping hot blood through your neck. you weren’t able to stop the gasps that slipped through your lips as he peppered your boiling skin in cold kisses like snow flurries. each touch sent a wave of euphoria through your heart, you wanted to call to him, chant his name and plea for more but you quickly realized you didn’t know it. you thought to all the times you had spoken and though you never heard him say it you felt you knew it in your heart.

he pressed a soft kiss to your chin before breaking just far away enough to look at you. breathless figure lying beneath him like a renaissance painting. your hands slid up his arms to his shoulders, your eyes met his as he broke the silence

“say it”

you felt your mouth part before you understood what he was asking you. air pushed past your lips as you tried to speak a word you never heard.

“you know it, just say it” he growled as it faintly echoed in your head, the name clearer to you now. you looked at him as he sat back, open mouth heaving in air like he needed it. his eyes were big and smokey gray like the full moon. his face filled with anticipation as you let his name slip past your lips finally.

“joo-“

at the speed of light his pearly fangs flashed as his jaw dropped open, you saw a flash of the moon in his eyes as red splattered across black petals.

You jolted up in bed, silk stuck to your sweating form, palming at your neck like you would feel warm blood. It was obvious by the state of your bed you had been sleeping restlessly. The sheets were barely hanging on the bed, pillows strewn around you. You however, only thought about one thing. you finally knew the name of the fire that had been ailing you. The moonlight lay ribbons of cool light over your bed, you noticed a single vibrant rose laying in the satin ruffles of your bed by your feet.

There wasn’t a trace of confusion in your body, you knew exactly where that feeling came from, you knew you needed more. your feet carried you to the balcony, through the cloud like curtains. The moon washed over you like a summer rain, you had never felt so hot standing in the frigid city night. The wind whipped through your open doors as you reached out into the night. You yearned for his cool skin to sooth the burn, for his lips to finally touch yours. The moon beckons your attention, you only thought of his enchanting eyes as he begged you to speak his name. You did all you could think to do

“Joost”

A surge of heat flooded your chest as your curtains swung viciously in the wind created by your summoning. The temperature in your room noticeably drops and you find yourself turning in place. He stood in the shadows of your room, framed by the white curtains and lit by the pure moonlight.

“you call and I answer lieverd”

Every word was like gasoline on the flame in your heart, volcanic hot blood rushing so fast through your ears it dizzied you. You found your body moving towards the bright eyes hidden away in your dark room, slowly, like your steps were stickied with honey.

“Even after i showed you what i could do… why?” you stalked towards him, arms opening to embrace him. Chest to chest you molded against eachother like clay, his hands cupped your shoulder blades as you were met with his sharp but gentle smile and soft blue eyes.

“Joost” You grabbed his collar, pulling his lips close to your burning skin. His cool lips were perfect to quench the scorching heat on your cheeks. You could tell he was holding back from you but impatience got the best of you. Pushing yourself up on tiptoes you brought your lips almost together, pausing to greedily take in the breathless fanged figure in front of you. each touch was addicting, sending fiery jolts through you, then cold skin instantly extinguishing it.

And when your lips finally met, the feeling was completely mind bending. No one had ever treated you so tenderly before, timid movements testing the waters as your lips slotted together. You felt his resolve melt away as you crept your hands into his snowy hair. The push and pull quickly amping in intensity as you both got lost in the icy hot embrace. If you could drop everything to stay in this moment for an eternity you would. The electric touch is all thats needed to convince you.

When it all became too much and he had stolen all the breath you had to give, you pulled away panting, looking up at someone who was just as spellbound as you were.

“Im all yours,Joost”

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

a/n: joost taking his work crush on a (dream) date, how cute! \(^ヮ^)/ also did you spot the Nosferatu inspo?

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[Pt: Disabled Doll / Disableddoll / Disadoll

An identity related to being a dollkin, a doll, or otherwise relating to or connecting with dolls, and being physically disabled/having chronic pain.

This may mean whatever the user of the identity interprets it to mean, but generally is intended to be for dolls/those who connect with dolls who are physically disabled.

There are many kinds of physical disabilities, and I wish I could represent all on this flag, but I can't, unfortunately. Acknowledging this limitation, I used universally accepted symbols of disability, but I am also absolutely willing to customize a Disadoll flag for a specific disability or mobility aid if you so choose!

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||Wishing on a Snowflake||

Summary: The Spirit of Winter meets the Evening Star aka The Blue Fairy herself. And sparkles fly. Pairing: Jack Frost x Eve The Evening Star aka The Blue FairyOC (Rise of the Guardians) Rating || Genres || Warnings: General Audience. No warnings. A/N: So one of you requested that I continue TWO SPIRITS MEET. So I'm gonna do that! I hope you like this!

Clutching the piece of paper to her chest the little girl looked up to where the stars peeped out after the rain clouds began to pass away. Spotting the brightest, shiniest star of all she bit down on her lip, large doe like eyes darting over her shoulder to check if someone was behind her or not. Finding the door to her bedroom closed she turned excitedly back to look at the sky and squeezed her eyes shut, crossing her fingers as she did.

"Please! Please! Please!" She pleaded. "Let daddy come home for Easter! I want to hunt Easter eggs with him."

Unbeknownst to the little girl a small ball of blue light emerged from her little chest. Hovering around the girl for a few seconds the light, bobbed her lightly on the nose before streaking towards the sky, leaving behind a light blue streak which hung in the air for a few seconds before disappearing.

The little girl satisfied with the wish she had made, snuggled into her bed, clutching the photograph to her chest as a stream of sand streaked into her room and an image of a man and a little girl appeared running on top of her head in golden sand as slumbered, a sweet smile on her face.

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The fourteen year old wiped his tear streaked face. It didn't clean his face and he didn't seem to care either as he shuffled along the pavement. His clothes were rumpled and slightly torn, his glasses hanging crookedly from his nose, his left eye swollen and black, lower lip cut and bleeding. He was limping slightly as he walked towards a bench and sat down. Keeping his head lowered so he wouldn't attract any attention from the people around him he wrapped his arms around his backpack, almost protectively pursing his lips as his eyes welled with tears again.

His ears echoed with the voices of what the bullies had called him. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. The chant was endless in his ears. He clamped down on them, whimpering as he whispered to himself. Wishing the chants would leave his mind. Leave him alone.

A small ball of yellow light wiggled out of his chest, right where his heart rested, it hovered in front of the boy for a second before darting up towards the sky.

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The young woman frowned as she observed the details of the next weather report playing across her computer screen. A piece of paper suddenly caught her attention, resting underneath her mouse pad. She tilted her head in confusion as she tugged at the paper, unfolding it and reading its contents. A smile lit up her face as her eyes scanned the page.

Biting down on her lip to keep herself from smiling even more she folded the piece of paper, tucking it safely into her bag. She glanced up to find a pair of brown eyes looking at her expectantly. A small dip of her head had the pair of eyes light up and the person to grin back at her. Turning back to her monitor screen she sighed as she glanced at the clock. She honestly wished the time would fly by quicker.

A little ball of pink and red light wiggled out of the woman's chest. It seemed to be quivering as it hovered near the woman. Flying forward the little ball hovered near the brown eyes man who had smiled at the woman, seeing him glancing at his watch as well. A small ball of pink and red light emerged from him as well. The two balls of light circled each other before streaking out of the open window.

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The room was empty except for a figure curled up on the bed. The figure was crying, every sob wracking their body. They were muttering over and over under their breath. A small ball of white light, tinged with green appeared out of nowhere and streaked past the figure and out of the room through the open window.

It flew till it reached a graveyard where it spotted a group of people gathered around a coffin as it was being lowered into the ground. Streaking forward the ball of light hovered at each corner of the coffin, turning entirely white as it did, before hovering over each person gathered around and then flew upwards.

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The little girl's nose was pressed up against the glass of the display window as she stared at the small snow globe that adorned the display table. She looked to be from a poor family. Her clothes were slightly torn and her hair was messy and framing her small figure like a black curtain. Her breath fogged the glass yet she wiped impatiently at it every time, so as to not loose sight of the pretty ball of falling snow in the glass window.

Standing a little ways away from the girl was an old woman. Slightly bent forward with age. She gave a small smile as she gripped the girl's hand in hers. The little girl smiled back before casting one last look at the snow globe and walking beside the old woman. The young man inside the store watched as the little girl walked away. He glanced at the snow globe before turning back to his newspaper. A small ball of purple light emerged from his chest, streaking past the half opened door of the shop making its ways towards the sky.

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The balls of light were slowly met with other balls of light. All in different colors and hues. All streaking from the Earth below making their way towards the brightest star shining in the sky. Suddenly they changed course. Veering slightly towards their right the balls of light flew towards a castle in the distance.

A castle resting on clouds.

The castle seemed to be made from blue marble. It stood tall and proud and yet somehow welcoming as it shone in the light of the full moon. The tallest tower, seemed to have a shining object placed on top of it. It shone and twinkled with the brilliance of a thousand diamonds and yet it was not a diamond. The castle didn't have a door or anything of the sort. Instead it had a large window where the door normally would be. The window opened up to a wide balcony. There were different shades of blues for every tower and every window ledge. The top of the towers were a deep gold as were the windows. On either side, of every window of the castle, fluttered sheer white curtains made from the purest gossamer. They fluttered every time a ball of light streaked into the room, which was almost all the time.

A ball of white light streaked forward, causing the curtains to flutter even more, with the speed it was going at.

Inside was total chaos. Colorful balls of light streaked about, making small whooshing sounds, as they maneuvered between the many marble pillars that stood about in the large room. On every side of the room were huge compartment like shelves that hosted different balls of colors. They seemed to be moving of their own accord as they settled into a specific drawer, which opened automatically when a ball of light was near.

The ceiling of the room was decked with thousands upon thousands of twinkling stars, with the middle of the ceiling shining with the most brilliant star of all. The floor was polished and the marble looked just like the clouds the castle rested on, giving one the impression that they were walking on clouds.

In the center of the room was a globe that twinkled with small white lights. The globe was made from the same blue marble as the castle and the land masses were golden in color.

Right next to the globe different little figures hovered around. They were fairies of emotions. All of them different colored and no bigger then five inches. A pair of wings fluttered on the back of each little creature, the ends pointed, the clear wings shining with intricate designs.

Their job was to identify the many emotions that came with the balls of light. They hovered around, darting from one point of the globe to the other, chattering to themselves in a language only they seemed to understand.

"Hunger! Stop giving all those treats as the child wishes!"

Well not just them.

Right beside the globe, amidst all the chaos happening around her, stood a young woman. She looked no more than eighteen or nineteen. She had a pair of glasses, perched on the tip of her nose. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of blue with specks of white in them. The whites looked like glitter in her eyes as she gazed at the fairies going about their jobs. Her hair was golden and soft as they fell to her shoulders. Her frame was small and slim, adorned with a deep blue halter dress that seemed to be made of the same material as the curtains, although it was not sheer. The dress ended at her knees, from where the straps of her greek-styled sandals started.

Her hands rested on her hips as she glared at the violet colored fairy that hovered in front of her. The fairy chattered, gesturing with her arms as she did. Blue sighed as she shook her head.

"No, Hunger. No more wishes for more candy or chocolate Easter eggs. Not more than necessary. I don't want Bunny to complain to me the next time I see him that he got one too many orders of those wishes. Or for Tooth to moan about rotten teeth." The fairy seemed to deflate before she fluttered back to her duties. Pushing her frame-less, glasses so that they were perched more firmly on her nose she turned to the other fairy hovering next to her.

"Yes, Innocence? What is it?" The fairy only smiled as she gestured to the ball of light in her hands. Eve leaned forward and smiled at the wish inside. She nodded. Innocence smiled before flying towards a small bag of white glitter. Carefully picking out one of the specks of light she threw it at the globe where it met another little light. The light seemed to shine brighter for a second before going back to the way it had been.

The young woman smiled in satisfaction as the image of a little girl played across the globe briefly, showing her running towards a man who looked to be her father.

"Job well done Innocence!" She called out to the little fairy who blushed slightly at the praise. One of the fairies rolled her eyes as she deposited a black colored speck to a light. Eve shook her head.

"Now, now Envy. There's no need to be mean." The fairy seemed to humph making the Spirit chuckle lightly. Suddenly her laughter stopped when she caught sight of a stream of lights outside.

The Northern Lights.

Her eyes widened as she moved towards the balcony, mouth slightly agape.

Something was wrong. North never used the lights unless completely necessary. A feeling of dread passed through her.

The children were in danger!

As if sensing the shift in her emotions the globe filled with lights blinked out but came back just as suddenly as they had gone.

The fairies around her paused for a moment as well. All at once they gathered around her, little faces imploring for answers. She nodded at her little assistants, trying to sooth them as much as she could.

"I'll be back soon. You guys continue with your jobs. Sense!" A gold colored fairy flew forward. The Spirit pointed at her. "You're in charge!" The fairy saluted. Walking towards the large window she continued to give orders.

"Happiness. Bring me the wishes for Bunny!" A yellow fairy flew forward holding a pouch almost as big as the fairy herself. "The rest of you keep doing whatever you were doing!" She took the pouch, tying the strings around her waist, securing it at her side.

The fairies nodded before they returned to their respective jobs, each emotion sorting through wishes. Eve however stopped Innocence, the youngest of all the fairies.

"I want you to come with me Innocence." The small fairy nodded eagerly before flying towards a small hook where a white cloak and a small pouch hung from. Eve quickly walked over to it. Wrapping the cloak around her she grabbed another small pouch from the hook, fastening it around her waist. Waving to her remaining fairies she quickly ran towards the large window jumping out. As soon as she did the wind picked her up and she was flying towards the North Pole.

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An old guard looked up in time to see a Shooting Star streak across the sky before it disappeared. He grinned as he made a little wish before returning to his radio.

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Eve flew as fast as she could towards the North Pole. She could already picture North giving her that special look he reserved for children who had been naughty. She rolled her eyes.

"Argh! Cannot believe I am late!" She grumbled under her breath, cloak flapping behind her as she rounded the last mountain and North's workshop came into view.

"Late again Eve! You are going on naughty list." She mimicked the old man, deepening her voice and shaking her head fondly. She made a mental note to ask for emergency snow globes from North.

Eve flew through the open window and into the Globe Room.

"Woah!"

Eve came to a sudden halt in mid air. Innocence collided into her. Her glasses slipped down her nose at the bump but she smiled softly at the small fairy, pushing her glasses back into its place, before turning to face the other Guardians.

Or what they were doing anyway.

Eve sighed as she landed on the control panel of the Globe, surveying the Guardians. Bunny and North were having another fight on which Holiday was the best, Christmas or Easter. Honestly she found both of them tiring since she always had to deal with all the wishes as they came in. Arranging them, categorizing them before sending them off to North and Bunny respectively.

She would never tell either of them what she thought though, out of fear that they would start lecturing her on the importance of both the holidays. Again. She had lost count after the first fifty years of all of them working together.

Tooth was busy giving instructions to her little assistants as they hovered about her, darting away every now and then to gather up a loose tooth.

None of the three seemed to notice that she had arrived except for a certain golden man.

Sandy looked at her with a brilliant smile, waving. She smiled back.

"Hi Sandy!" Glancing at the bickering Guardians and the busy fellow Fairy, she turned to him with a confused glance.

"Any idea what's going on?"

The Sandman proceeded to explain to her what had happened using pictograms formed with sand at the top of his head as he poured himself a glass of eggnog. She frowned as she listened, or rather looked, at what he had to say. Her eyes widened.

"Pitch was here!?" She asked. Sandy only shrugged before shaking his head slightly, making Eve bite down on her lip in worry. Innocence hovered next to her reaching forward and tugging at her lower lip. Eve let out a noise of surprise before loosening her lip. She smiled at the fairy.

"Thanks Innocence." The little fairy only chittered, sounding like a little bird, telling her off on biting on her lip since it was bad. Eve shot the fairy an apologetic smile.

Before she could announce her arrival to the other Guardians something caught her eye.

The Moon was moving towards the window she had entered from.

Man In The Moon had something to say.

As one she and Sandy glanced at each other, before turning to gain the attention of their fellow Guardians.

Eve pulled at North's arm trying to get his attention. "North! You gotta listen! Man In-"

"Eve! Nice to see you could join us." North greeted, patting her on the back, his voice thick with his accent. Eve smiled giving a small nod, secretly glad he hadn't told her off for being late, before getting back to the matter at hand.

"North-"

"Eve! Would you please tell Bunny that Christmas is clearly the best Holiday! I mean when is any other day that I get so many wishes from children than on Christmas."

Eve winced. Normally she would look at the two Guardians as they went back and forth with there banter, as it got rather amusing for her. But now was certainly not the time.

"Actually Nort-"

"Oh please! Sheila! Why don't you tell North here how I get the most wishes on Easter." The Easter Bunny crossed his arms over his chest, giving a smug looking, his nose twitching slightly. Eve glanced at Sandy her eyes desperate before turning back to her two fellow Guardians looking expectantly at her.

She could see Sandy trying to get the Guardian's attention by waving his arms and making pictograms with his sand but the two had already turned back to arguing, leaving Eve to turn, in desperation, towards Tooth.

"Tooth! You gotta listen to me!" But she was cut off by North who placed his hands at the side of his hips, turning towards Tooth.

"Tooth! Can't you see we are trying to argue?" He scolded, his voice soft. The fairy stopped mid instruction and turned towards North.

"Sorry." She threw up her hands slightly. "Not all of us get to work one night a year." She smiled at her fellow fairy and Sandman.

"Right you two?"

Sandy responded with an arrow above his head pointing towards the moon, but Tooth had already turned back to her tiny fairies, giving them the location of the next tooth. Eve slapped her forehead in frustration while Sandy slumped next to her as North and Bunny continued to argue.

Being just about at the end of her patience Eve prepared to yell at her fellow guardians but a loud jingling made her stop and her eyes snapped to look at Sandy, wearing a grumpy expression, had grabbed an Elf by its hat and started to wave it about back and forth. The noise finally got North's, Bunny's and Tooth's attention who turned to look at Sandy and Eve since she was standing next to him. Dropping the elf he made a pictogram of a moon pointing upwards just as Eve shot her hand out.

"Man in The Moon!" She said through gritted teeth.

North turned to where they were pointing and threw out his arms.

"Ah! Man In Moon!" He turned back to look at the two guardians.

"Sandy! Eve! Why didn't you say something?"

Eve's mouth opened to retaliate but Innocence quickly shot forward, placing her small hand on her lips, shaking her head as she did. The Fairy sighed before nodding. It wouldn't do to start another argument when the children were in danger. It wasn't very often that Man In Moon would speak to them.

North had turned back to the Moon, now shining brightly into the room.

"Its been a long time old friend. What is big news?"

Instead of taking a step forward, Eve floated forward, her arms hanging at her sides. Her white cloak covering her entire dress, brushing the floor slightly. The Moon shone even brighter, in one particular spot.

The Guardian Panel.

It was built into the floor in the shape of a star and each corner of the star had a painting on it. Each painting representing the Five Guardians. A painting of Sandy, then of North, then Bunny and Tooth respectively and on the last corner a painting of Eve.

But none of the guardians were looking at the intricately painted Panel. They were focused on the image that appeared on the panel. Or rather the shadow of a person that Man In Moon wanted to show them.

Eve's eyes widened and she shared a glance with Tooth, as Bunny straightened and voiced what every one of them were thinking.

"It is Pitch." For some reason North patted his belly, before looking up at the Moon.

"Manny! What must we do?"

Eve looked back towards the middle of the star, where a panel had sunk into the floor and opened up to reveal a diamond like stone emerging from it. It shone as bright as Eve's star on the top most tower of her castle. Her eyes widened as Manny shone his light on the stone.

"Uh! Guys! You know what this means?" Tooth asked, obviously wanting to make sure that she was thinking the same thing as the rest of the guardians. Eve shook her head, still staring at the stone, unblinking.

"No way." She whispered, floating forward slightly.

"He's chosen a new Guardian!"

Eve felt a flash of excitement go through her at North's words. They were going to get another Guardian! That never happened!

Bunny seemed to think so as well.

"What? Why?"

"Must be big deal! Manny thinks we need help." North answered, stepping forward.

A laugh of disbelief escaped Bunny who turned to North. "Since when do we need help?"

Tooth was looking at the stone in excitement. "I wonder who its gonna be!"

Sandy created the image of a four leafed clover above his head.

"Maybe the Leprechaun!" Eve shrugged at Tooth's suggestion.

"Maybe its The Spirit of Halloween." She crossed her arms across her chest, the light of the moon reflecting off her glasses, making it hard to see whether she was joking or not. Beside her Bunny had his paws clasped together as he prayed under her breath.

"Please not the Groundhog! Please not the Groundhog!"

All five guardians looked to the stone as an image appeared. Eve glanced at Sandy who grinned back at her in excitement. She smiled back. North was almost bouncing on his toes as he looked at the image forming on top of the stone.

The image solidified and Eve felt her eyes widen at the new Guardian.

"Jack Frost!" North announced, his voice low and filled with surprise. One of Tooth's fairies had a little fangirl moment as the little thing fainted. Innocence hovered up to the image peering at it, in simple curiosity.

"Er...I take it back the Groundhogs fine!"

Eve rolled her eyes at Bunny, chuckling lightly, as she caught sight of Tooth with a dreamy expression on her face. Since she was standing next to her, Eve cleared her throat to get her attention. Tooth glanced at her before straightening herself a sheepish look on her face.

"Well as long as he helps to... uh to...protect the children. Right?" She gave her input as well, making Eve giggle and for Tooth to shoot a playful glare in her direction.

"Jack Frost!"

Bunny was freaking out now.

He really needed to let that one blizzard go. Eve shook her head.

"Lighten up Bunny!" She called out to the almost hyperventilating Guardian. He seemed to not hear her as he went on with his rant.

"He doesn't care about children! And all he does is freeze water pipes and mess up my Egg Hunts! He's an irresponsible, selfish-

"Guardian!" North cut him off, smiling.

But Bunny was having none of that.

"Jack Frost is many thing but he is not a Guardian!"

He was suddenly hit in the face with a ball of blue light which exploded in a small shower of blue glitter and a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth. North's loud and big belly laugh drowned his muffled protests. Eve narrowed her eyes at him, her hand already inside her pouch to take out another little Wishing Dust.

"Will you quit being so dramatic?"

Shaking his head at the now struggling Bunny, North turned to Eve.

"Eve. I suppose it is time you step up." The blonde girl nodded, smiling as she reached into a pocket sewn in her cloak and pulled out a piece of paper. Her little fairy hovered next to her as she readjusted her glasses and looked at the piece of paper. Well it wasn't much of a piece since it had grown in size as she unfolded it. Sparkling eyes roamed around the map, taking note of the tiny symbols that were scattered all over the surface. Spotting a snowflake making its way across the globe she smiled and looked up.

"He's moving around now. But as soon as he settles I'll let you know."

North nodded.

"Good! Good! Well now while we wait, would anyone like fruit cake?" He offered just as Bunny managed to pull the cloth from his mouth.

Eve glanced back at her map, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips.

It’d been awhile since she’d seen Jack. She’d missed him.

[yurioyuratchka]

Hello can I request a Lawliet x reader

a girl detective who has grown up with him and watari but she stopped responding to the messages and attempts to communicate with him

Light Yagami

please

IN MY SOLITUDE.

l. lawliet x fem!reader

ꨄ︎ this isnt going to be very long, the 2nd part will be WAY longer im just trying to get atleast a bit of this out to show

ꨄ︎ content : fluff (?)

ꨄ︎ summary : fem!reader ignores Lawliets advances to try and contact her and eventually he gives up on trying. She later regrets this and makes an attempt to reach him and he lets her help on the kira investigation and eventually they make up.

ꨄ︎ side-note : im gonna be doing this in two parts because its a longer story >0<

ꨄ︎ wordcount : only 589 :3

"Watari, have you heard from her?" L asked, his voice laced of curiosity and concern as he sat cross-legged on the couch, a half-eaten plate of cake balancing precariously on his knee.

Watari, his eyes never leaving the multitude of screens in front of him, replied with a curt, "No, she hasn't been responding to my messages either." He says releasing a deep sigh.

The room was filled with a heavy silence that seemed to press against the walls. The once familiar chirping of birds outside had been replaced by the distant murmur of the city, a stark reminder of the passage of time. The warm, yellow light cast by the desk lamp threw deep shadows across L's face, highlighting the dark circles that had become a permanent fixture under his eyes. He took a bite of the apple, the crunch echoing in the quiet room.

"It's been months," L murmured, his gaze drifting to the silent phone on the coffee table. The female detective, someone he had known for so long, had suddenly gone quiet. They had shared countless cases, grown up together in the complex world of crime, and yet she had just disappeared from his life without a trace. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger at her sudden withdrawal, especially when he knew she had the skills and insight that could help him on the most critical case of his career, the Kira investigation.

Making a quick decision to contact the female, the dark haired male decided to send her one last email that could possibly change the situation and bring the two back together.

“Hello Y/N.

I would like to request that you meet me out for lunch at CAFEEL the coffee shop located in the underground section of Shinjuku Station in Tokyo tomorrow afternoon.

I have some very important things to discuss with you and I would greatly appreciate if you came alone.

Sincerely, L.”

y/n’s pov

My computer dinged, signaling i’ve received an email. I click over to the already opened tab to see one single email, I click it and soon im met with a breif email from L. Lawliet. My eyes darted back and fourth at the email, debating if I should write him a reply or just ignore it like have all the other emails.

I let out a shaky breath, contemplating my choices, I slide my mouse over to the bold ‘REPLY’ button at the end of the email I have received and I click on it. I quickly begin typing out my answer, feeling a light wave of sudden courage.

“ Dear L. Lawliet,

I hope this message finds you well. I sincerely apologize for not responding to your previous emails over the years; I appreciate your patience. I would be more than happy to meet you for lunch at CAFEEL tomorrow afternoon. It get how important this may be for our friendship and I understand the need for a private discussion. Please let me know what time works best for you, and I'll make sure to be there.”

I release a deep breath and start to stand up and stretch, releaving my body from being sat down in my old office chair for hours. I bend down a bit to close off my tabs and turn off my monitor for the night. I set the alarm on ny alarm clock for 9am to give myself time to get ready before I see my friend whom I havent contacted in years, finally heading to bed for a much needed rest.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? >^<

this def isnt the best i couldve done but im not unhappy with it >_< i will try to do a part two of this as soon as i can but ive been very busy recently so..

and i very much appreciate anyone who has sent me requests i promise im working on them

and please criticize this and let me know what you think . tips/advice are appreciated >_<

and @alyssa-dayne please feel free to let me know if this isnt what you meant in the request i will glady rewrite it for you >_<

[sombrathedragon]

i have a request.. i think you should do snowfall for the next daily dragon... sincerely totally unbiased icewing in a trench coat

Day 69 of drawing random Wof characters from the wiki… (even though it’s not really random)

Queen Snowfall!

“Snowfall is a female IceWing dragonet and the main protagonist of The Dangerous Gift. She is the current queen of the IceWing tribe and resides in the IceWing palace.” -The WOF wiki.

Bonus!

@yellow-computer-mouse’s Fictionkin sona (I think that’s the word) of Queen Snowfall! (If any of you have these for canon Wof characters I will gladly draw them these are dope af!! :3)

Reblogs mean more than likes!

[caesariawritesstuff]

Sorry if this is a boring or lame request but could you write something short with someone being nice to a younger Eddie? Your hcs for him made me feel bad for the rat man ☹️

Nice

Summary: Edward is having a bad day at work. Things would certainly look up if someone else were nice to him.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I quite like the idea of this fic being canon to the Cat&Mouse!Verse as an old one-shot for Origins!Ed. As always, I apologize this took me ages to get to. Please forgive me, anon!

Edward was running late.

His car had a flat tire. He’d spilled coffee on his brand new sweater. And to top it off, he heard that his rent was increasing next month.

To say Edward Nashton was having a bad day was an understatement.

Groaning, he pinched the bridge of his nose as he raced up the steps to the GCPD. The fall chill made him shiver, the leaves different shades of orange and yellow as the autumn weather settled in. Sweat beaded across his brow, and all the time he’d spent hunched underneath his car trying to change the tire for two hours, struggling to get the nuts and bolts off until his fingers blistered and bled, had left his back aching and sweat stains on his armpits. He could smell himself, no thanks to the fall sun beating down on him, and now he was growing even more flustered as he made his way into the GCPD, desperately trying to get to work.

Commissioner Loeb was going to kill him for being late.

Stupid brute, Edward thought as he looked around the lobby. It was currently being decorated for Halloween. Orange and black banners were strung up across the walls, including flying bats being attached to the ceilings. There was even a skeleton in the corner of the room. A little morbid, if you asked him. Not like he cared much about such a silly holiday. Halloween was a wase if time. Besides, most people didn’t even known it’s origins. The idiots. The least people could do was educate themselves. Frowning, he quickly took the elevator down to the Cybercrimes Division office. He needed to get inside and punch in for his shift. It was so unlike him to be late – he was always punctual, always on time. This was a first for him. Never had his morning been rife with such unfortunate events before. Well, the least he could do was get himself another cup of coffee and get himself settled in for the day.

As he made his way into his office, he flicked on the overhead light and stepped inside. The office was small, just for him, with a complete set up of computers and monitors he’d painstakingly put together for his own benefit. Perhaps it was against work policy, but he didn’t care much, either, as he worked better when things were to his own liking. He stripped off his jacket and draped it across the back of the chair, catching both a whiff of his body odor and the unfortunate dark stain across his new blue sweater. He reached up, brushing a finger across it, frowning. The popping of his tire jerked his car forward, making him splash the coffee onto himself; he’d have to scrub the stain out later tonight when he got home. Quickly, he turned on all of his equipment and got settled into his comfortable office chair. As soon as his laptop was on, he logged in and punched in for his shift, making a note for his reason at being late. But, Edward quickly got to work, losing himself in the monotony of codes and tech across his screen.

He was so lost in the work for hours, his fingers racing across the keyboard with lightning speed, his focus sharp and controlled – and a sudden knock at the door made him jump.

“Jumpy, Nashton?” an irritating voice drawled from the other side of the room.

Edward swiveled in his seat, his eyes narrowing at the intruder – one Detective James Armstrong. A hulking brute of a man, well into his forties, with a head of thinning blonde hair, revealing the beginnings of liver spots across his scalp. His dark, beady eyes reminded Edward too much of a shark, and when he smiled, he flashed teeth.

An uncomfortable tremor went down Edward’s spine. He’d never liked Armstrong – he was always a pain in the ass. Too full of himself, too much of an empty-headed jock, like most of the men at the GCPD were. There were very, very few people Edward respected in the precinct, and Armstrong was not one of them.

“Can I help you, detective?” Edward asked, raising a brow.

“I came by earlier looking for you,” Armstrong said, a shadow passing along his face, looking like he’d been put out. “You weren’t here. I’m surprised. Normally you’re on time. Late night?” He wiggled his brows in a suggestive manner.

“Flat tire,” Edward said, curtly. Not that it was any of Armstrong’s business, but the concept of Edward having the kind of “late night” Armstrong was implying made his stomach churn with uncomfortable knots.

“Huh,” Armstrong said. “Well, sucks for you. Now, can you log this into evidence for me? I need a full run through done on it.” He wandered further into the office, a laptop tucked underneath his armpit.

“Very well,” Edward said, because it’s not like he could say no. Armstrong set the laptop down at a spot nearby, and Edward bristled. The man was wearing far too much cologne, and it tickled Edward’s nose.

“Get it back to me ASAP, will you Nashton?” Armstrong asked. “I don’t really want to here late. Got a hot date tonight.”

“With your wife, I presume?” Edward asked. He wasn’t blind to the fact Armstrong didn’t wear his wedding ring.

Armstrong scoffed. “Yeah, right. The old broad hasn’t put out in years. Got a hot date with one of those girls at the strip club. Maybe I’ll slide you her name if she’s any good.”

“I’d prefer not,” Edward said with a click of his tongue.

He wasn’t interested in such things. Not that he didn’t have needs, but still, he could meet his own needs when they arose. Besides, he wasn’t interested in anything Armstrong had to offer, anyways. He wasn’t blind to the way the man talked about his wife, either, or how uncomfortable this kind of talk made him feel, made him bristle in his seat. Edward was certainly not interested in listening to Armstrong’s sexual exploits – not that he had any of his own, but still. He frowned. God, look at him? In his twenties and still a virgin. How pathetic.

“Well, let me know when you’re done, Nashton,” Armstrong said, though there was a bite in his voice this time. Edward waited until the brute left before turning back to his work. He was too busy, anyways, and this new piece of evidence only added more to his list of things to worry about. Good thing he was capable of multitasking and using his time wisely.

Edward continued with his work, keeping himself busy, even though his blistered fingers were already sore. Around one o’clock, his stomach growled, and he’d grown desperate for caffeine. He sighed, rubbing at his tired eyes, but left his cave to make his way to the nearby break room and grab a cup of coffee. He’d grab himself a cup, then return to his office and eat his lunch in the privacy and quiet of his own work, comforted by the machinery around him. His head throbbed, pain pounding behind his eyes; talking with Armstrong left him more shaken up then he wanted to be.

As he made his way into the breakroom, he took a look around at the white-tiled floor and plain gray walls. Off to the left was a counter with a microwave and coffee pot, and what appeared to be a freshly brewed pot, the smell of roasted beans enticing and pleasant in his nose. But it was the sudden incessant, loud voices that made him halt in his tracks, and made his hackles raise on end. His gaze slid to the right, towards a few tables and chairs where Armstrong and his cronies were sitting, several other officers whom he deemed to be just as hulking, idiotic brutes. His stomach twisted in knots, and he frowned, averting his eyes, determined to get his cup of coffee and leave before they could notice him.

“Nashton!” Armstrong cried. “Finally out of your cave, huh? How’s that evidence coming along that I sent your way?”

“Working on it as we speak,” Edward mumbled, ignoring the man’s burning stare as he made his way over to the coffee pot. He didn’t want to deal with Armstrong’s overbearing nature at any point now, or in the foreseeable future.

Edward was just finishing pouring himself a cup and setting the coffee pot down when a hand clasped across his back. The force was so hard that he jumped slightly – sloshing a splash of hot coffee all over his brand new sweater. Again.

“I mean it, Nashton,” Armstrong said. “I want it done by the end of the day. Got that date tonight, remember?” His breath reeked of cigarettes and old ham.

“How could I forget?” Edward muttered, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

“Get any action yourself lately, Nashton?” asked one of the other officers.

Edward didn’t spare him a glance, his cheeks heating to the millionth degree as redness crawled up his throat. He turned away, his eyes catching on a plate of cookies that had been left behind, with a note that said: Help Yourself! – Mary Beth. There was one sugar cookie left, in the shape of a pumpkin with orange icing. He paused; well, he supposed taking the last one wouldn’t hurt. But just as he was about to reach for it, Armstrong’s hand shot out, and he snatched up the last one, holding it tight between his grubby fingers.

“I’ll be waiting,” Armstrong said, chomping down, spewing brightly colored crumbs from his mouth. The absolute slob.

Edward frowned, disappointment settling in his belly. It was rare when he indulged himself in the small things, and now he remembered why. Other people always took first, and continued to take and take, never having their fill. And by the look of all the crumbs in front of the other officers at the table, he was certain they’d eaten almost the entire plate and left nothing behind for anyone else.

Turning on his heels, he left the breakroom, coffee in hand, grinding his teeth together in frustration. This day only seemed to grow worse and worse, and his irritation was at an all-time high. As he walked back down the halls, he passed by Mary Beth Johnson, an older woman well into her fifties, with a head of short graying hair and purple glasses that hung on the bridge of her nose. She was one of the filing clerks for the GCPD, and Edward supposed she was nice enough; he’d never had a problem with her before.

She offered him a kind smile, coming to a halt. “Hello, Mr. Nashton. Did you get a chance to try some of the cookies I brought in?”

“Not exactly,” Edward murmured. As if on cue, Armstrong and his cronies sauntered out of the breakroom together, laughing and talking about some rather lewd things that made Edward bristle, and uncomfortable knots twisted in his stomach.

“Oh. I see,” Mary Beth said, seemingly catching on to what he was saying. Her pink-coated lips turned downward in a disapproving frown. “Well, have a good day, Mr. Nashton.”

“You as well,” Edward sighed.

He returned to his office shortly after, getting back to work. For the next few hours, he kept himself occupied, performing and completing his tasks well beyond his skill level and with the utmost precision. He finished running the program on the laptop Armstrong gave him, and by the end of the day, the brute still hadn’t come to collect it himself. Sighing, Edwad decided to deliver it to Armstrong himself; he planned on staying late anyways to make up for the two hours he missed this morning. He made his way to the Narcotics Division floor, where Armstrong worked, and quickly found his office – but it was empty. Groaning under his breath, Edward set the laptop down on the man’s desk and wrote him a quick note on a nearby sticky pad. Well, hopefully now Armstrong wouldn’t complain about him being “late”.

Edward quickly returned to his own office, but as he approached, his steps came to a slow as he realized the door was open a crack, not at all how he’d left it. The hairs on the back of his neck rose on end as he neared, before pushing the door open and stepping inside, but he saw nothing disturbed – until his gaze came to land on something resting near his keyboard. He wandered over, before he suddenly felt a strange lightness fill him when he realized what it was – because it was a small package of Halloween themed sugar cookies, wrapped in plastic with a neat little orange bow. Attached was a note: Happy Halloween, Mr. Nashton – Mary Beth.

Edward smiled. Perhaps not everyone here at the GCPD was an idiot, after all.

[willoillo]

hello dearest mutual. i humbly lay fourth an art request.

^ that one is from @yellow-computer-mouse btw

she doesn't have a name yet, so suggestions would be appreciated, np tho!!!

So I had so much fun with Bayflower that I decided I wanted to color this baby too so you get a like, full color piece instead of an ink drawing or sketch!!

As for names, my first thought was like. Speckletail? Cuz the white spots are a really distinctive feature to me and I like the way that rolls off the tongue.

[daycare-of-the-fallen]

☆ intro post ☆ WIP

pastel-yellow-dreaming > the-tulpar-daycare > little-bloodbane-nettles

check out our discord server! it's a (vaguely) mouthwashing-themed agere server, completely safe for everyone! all systems, all regressors, etc! :)

(also, absolutely no judgement if you just pop in for a little bit to check it out and want to leave! (adding that bc we feel the same way with new servers >_<))

☆ name

we prefer being referred to individually when we can, but Oscar or Yellow collectively!

☆ pronouns

he/him collectively!

☆ big age

not comfy saying, but bodily a minor!

☆ little age

2-4!

☆ dni

syscourse, anti-endo/willo, radqueers/transID (excluding good-faith identities like transspecies or lesboy), proshippers, standard criteria, anyone uncomfortable with our fictives

☆ requests

stimboards, banners, userboxes, icons, headcanons, drabbles! current status: open!

(divider by @lxttlx-faerie! flag by @motherlove)

☆ tags

#babbles - talking

#other's stuffs - not ours

#my stuffs!! - ours

#keepin this!! - save tag

#frens - friends/mutuals tag

#talkin 2 me - ask tag

#sad bby - vent/sad tag

☆ byi

we might use all-caps a lot or babytalk, please feel free to let us know if it's too much or if you need a translation. we're fine with all-caps and babytalk.

we're all okay with doubles! don't hesitate to come chat :)

we always provide plain text for colored text on our posts

our main is @yellow-computer-mouse

☆ fandoms (will do stimboards + headcanons with fandoms in bold. will do everything with fandoms in italics. will accept any fandom for userboxes, banners, + icons)

Wings of Fire

Epic: the Musical

Mouthwashing

UTMV

Hamilton

The Owl House

Gravity Falls

Transformers: Rescue Bots

(all userboxes by us)

[wof-pride]

Turtle, Bi and Greyromantic!

Requested by @yellow-computer-mouse

[funkycoinings]

🖤Bernadettesongic

A gender related to the song Bernadette by IAMX

Request from @yellow-computer-mouse

@radiomogai

[fazbears-warehouse]

DARK CACAO COOKIE ID PACK

requested by @yellow-computer-mouse

Names: Alexia, Augustus, Cecil, Diana, Edward, Fatima, Henrik, Ingrid, Nikolai, Victoria

Pronouns: dark/dark, resolute/resolutes, harmony/harmonies, balance/balances, bitter/bitters, resilient/resilience, cacao/cacaos, choco/chocos, lead/leads, dragon/dragons

Identities: beastpanion, Genderleader, tea scented, Chocolate Scent, 272221 hexodic, Deadversea, DissoRoyal, Chocogender, darchocshifter, Thoughtic Attraction, Flasokoldernic, Cocoagender, Knight+Royal, Royal+Servant, Royal Judge+King, King Cobra, Nasciking, GoodKingic, Desirking, Knight+Dragon, Royalnatured, Protectorsensus, Guardiansensus, Darkcacaoden

[chronicallyqueercoining2]

Air Conditioning/AC / Cluster A & C Flag

a flag for someone who calls themself "air conditioning" (jokingly or not) because they're cluster A and cluster C (therefore cluster A/C)! the user could also be cluster B, just anyone who's part of both clusters A and C

[Pt: Air Conditioning/AC / Cluster A & C Flag

a flag for someone who calls themself "air conditioning" (jokingly or not) because they're cluster A and cluster C (therefore cluster A/C)! the user could also be cluster B, just anyone who's part of both cluster A and C end pt]

AC icon

Requested by: anon

Any of our terms or flags or posts may be added to archives, wikis, other sites, etc. This is encouraged, in fact! Archives are important! I do not mind where you use my terms.

Anyone may use my terms; I will not police your usage.

MAD Taglist (DM OR SEND AN ASK TO BE ADDED OR REMOVED!) :

@c1rcus-of-silliness @disabilityflagsarchive @disabilitypride @k2god @mad-pride @madtrender @making-gender @the-stardust-clusterr @themogaidragon @yellow-computer-mouse

@pdsarchive

[revenant-coining]

Liqusecompic

[pt: Liqusecompic /end pt]

[IDs: 2 rectangular flags with 5 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in this order from top to bottom: darkish blue, light blue, white, blue, deep blue. in the center of the first flag is a liquid-filled computer mouse. End ID]

requested by 🎀 anon

Liqusecompic: a gender connected to liquid-filled computer mice.

Etymology: liq(uid), (mo)use, comp(uter), “ic” meaning of or pertaining to

@radiomogai , @imawanokiwaaa

[ID: a yellow line divider outlined in brown. in the center is a yellow star outlined in brown. End ID]