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homeofthelonelywriter · 10 days

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Puddle

(A/N) Another stupid fanfiction from the CoD universe. This time with our beloved old man, Captain Price.

Pairing: John Price x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: alcohol, getting drunk, mention of the horrors these people encounter, a little innuendo towards the end, implied age gap

Synopsis: The team always goes drinking after a successful mission. And two of them always get drunk. Looks like someone needs to take care of the reader.

Another successful mission, another celebration in the local pub. By now, the bartenders knew everyone’s orders and the team had their standard booth in the back corner, where they would spend their night. Every time they came to this pup, the night would pass in three stages.

Stage one:

“Ah, back again, are we?”

Marcus, one of the bartenders grinned as the team pushed through the door, out of the cold and rainy night, into the warm pub. While the others waved and smiled at the older man (Simon of course didn’t do either and just nodded in greeting), you immediately bounced over to the bar and leaned against the dark wood.

“What can I get ya, missy?”

You smiled at the nickname, no longer insulted by it as you were the first time he called you that.

“Got any specials? Anything new I could try?”

Marcus took a few seconds to think before a devious smile took over his face and he leaned closer to you.

“Depends…how drunk do you want to be at the end of the night?”

A smirk pulled at your lips as you leaned in closer as well.

“Wasted.”

Booming laughter echoed through the pub, making you chuckle as Marcus leaned back, a grin spread on his face.

“In that case…go sit down. I’ll bring everything over in a second.”

You nodded and thanked the man, before skipping to the booth where the rest of the team was waiting. Thanks to Ghost, who was manspreading as if his life depended on it, the only space left for you, was next to Price. Not that you minded, but you couldn’t help the blush that covered your cheeks, as you felt his thigh pressing against yours.

True to Marcus’ word, five drinks appeared on the table within the next few minutes. Soap and Gaz both had a mug of beer in front of them. Ghost and Price got their usual whiskey, your Captain’s a bit pricier than Ghost’s. And you got…something that almost looked like a cocktail. You looked up at Marcus.

“What is this?”

He smirked.

“A lot of alcohol. And something for the flavor. Let me know what you think, yeah?”

You nodded and he walked back to the bar, leaving you to it.

“To another successful mission.”

Price raised his glass and everyone followed suit. As he clincked his glass against you, you smiled up at him, your face heating up when he winked at you.

Stage two:

“Johnnyyyy…”

You giggled as the Scott kept spinning you, while you covered your eyes, a dart in your right hand. It had been about two hours since you had entered the bar and the two of you were already smashed. Of course, in your drunken state, you decided that you just had to play some dart. Johnny, always down for almost anything, joined you, leaving the rest of the team in the booth.

But classic dart quickly became boring. Even in your state, both of you still managed to hit, at the very least, within the dart board, sometimes even the bullseye. So, you had to up the game. That’s how you found yourself, drunkenly giggling while being spun around before you had to shoot.

Once Johnny stopped you, you lowered the hand blocking your eyes and zoned in on the board, determined to make a good shot. Of course you had to shoot quickly, or else it wouldn’t be fun. So, focusing on the bullseye, you closed your left eye, aimed and shot. And it hit.

An excited squeal left your lips as you jumped up and down with glee. Johnny was mumbling something under his breath, clearly taken aback by the shot.

When you finally stopped jumping around, you looked back towards the booth where the rest of team was sitting. Ghost and Gaz were chatting with each other. And Price…he was already looking at you, a proud smile on his face. You grinned back at him, squinting when you saw him move his lips. He had to repeat the phrase three times, before you were finally able to read what he was saying.

“Good girl.”

You stopped in your tracks, your entire body heating up and just starred at him. A smirk spread on his lips before he slowly turned to join in on the conversation the other two were holding.

A sudden hand on your shoulder caused you to snap out of your stupor.

“You alright lass?”

You blinked a few times, before you nodded your head…before shaking it.

“It’s hot in here. Wanna go outside?”

Soap nodded and followed you outside. Fresh air would do both of you good.

Once both of you stepped outside, you realized that you had forgotten that it was still raining. At least you were protected by a balcony above you. Soap suggested going back in, but you wanted to stay outside, not ready to face what was waiting inside. And so an idea sparked in your brain.

“Johnny…when was the last time you jumped into a puddle?”

He glanced up in thought, clearly trying to remember.

“Probably when I was a child, why?”

Without saying anything, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him out into the rain. You heard him complain for a second, before you jumped into the nearest puddle, successfully drenching him. He stopped in his tracks, surprise clear on his face, before he grinned and jumped in behind you, drenching you as well.

This quickly became a game as you ran through the empty street and jumped into every puddle you saw, trying to make a bigger splash than the other. By the time you reached the end of the street, both of you were panting and laughing, not having a care in the world.

You were about to suggest to go back to the pub when you saw the biggest puddle you had ever seen. And without thinking, you were sprinting towards it, jumping in and making the biggest splash of the evening. Soap had followed you, laughing as you were now covered in muddy water, but the grin on your face told him that you didn’t mind one bit. Once he had calmed down, he extended a hand.

“Let’s get back. The others are probably worried.”

You nodded and took his hand, lifting your right leg to step out of the puddle, but…you were stuck. Johnny quickly noticed and started laughing again. Courses fell from your lips as you tried to get out of the puddle with all your might, until you were suddenly free. You stumbled forwards, a wet feeling spreading over your right foot. As you looked down, you saw that you were only wearing your sock, your shoe was stuck in the mud.

Johnny and you looked at each other for a few seconds, before you bursted into laughter. Both of you were mumbling incoherent words, while doubling over and holding your bellies. It took you a few moments to calm down again, by then you had forgotten all about your shoe and instead, you made your way back to the pub.

Once you entered, a groan could be heard from Marcus.

“Get out you two! I’m not gonna let you drag all that muck in here.”

Stage three:

Price and the rest of the team quickly noticed the commotion, a sigh leaving the Captain’s lips.

“Sorry about those two. Here you go, Marcus.”

He handed the bartender enough to cover the tab twice, before leading everyone outside. Covered by the balcony, he looked Soap and you over, his eyebrows raised so high, they almost disappeared into his hairline.

“Do I want to know?”

You started giggling, quickly infecting Johnny as well.

“W-We were jumping into pu-puddles.”

Price’s gaze turned soft as he looked at you. How could it not. You were by far the youngest in the team and yet you had already faced horrors that even he can’t imagine. Seeing you soaking wet and giggling, warmed his heart and melted some of the concern he seemed to hold for you constantly.

“I had the highest splash.”

A deep chuckle left his lips.

“Did you have fun?”

You nodded with a proud smile. He chuckled again and gently shook his head.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself tonight, I-…Where’s your shoe?”

Almost sheepishly, you glanced down and watched as you wiggled your own toes, considering how to answer that question.

“The giant mud puddle down the street demanded a sacrifice…Sir.”

Everyone in the team started laughing, even Ghost chuckled at that answer, while Price sighed in defeat. He gestured for the rest of the team to head to the truck they took to get here, before he turned back to you. After a quick pause, he turned his back to you and kneeled down. You just stared.

“Well? Are you getting on?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you hesitated.

“A-Aren’t you too old for that, Sir?”

Price huffed, a smile pulling at his lips at your candor.

“I assure you, I’m plenty capable of carrying you. Despite my age.”

With a giggle, you walked up to his back and dramatically draped yourself over it, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You could hear a quiet grunt as Price rose to his feet and bounced you up, settling you into a position that was comfortable for him.

The Captain carried you to the car, where the rest of the team was waiting, setting you down on one of the seats. After he made sure you were all buckled in, he got into the driver’s seat, since he was the most sober out of all of them.

Within twenty minutes, you reached the base and shortly after the compound that belonged to the team. Once the car was parked, Price rounded the car and picked you up again, carrying you inside and to your door.

He gently sat you down, steading you until he was sure you wouldn’t fall over.

“Thanks Captain.”

You opened the door to your room and stepped inside, pausing in the door to smile at him. He smiled back, but instead of walking away, he took a step closer, until he was standing right in front of you. He leaned in, right against your ear.

“The night isn’t over yet.”

Stage four?

You felt a shiver run down your spine, his hot breath fanning across your cheek, ear and neck. He took a few more steps inside, forcing you to step back, until there was enough space for him to close the door behind himself.

“Come.”

Price gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you into your bathroom, where he quickly reached into your shower to turn it on, before closing the door. With quick hands, he helped you strip off your t-shirt, jeans and socks, throwing the soaked through clothes into the washing machine next to the shower.

“Are you okay with taking these off as well?”

He motioned to your bra and panties and you nodded, assisting him in taking them off. Once you were completely naked, the cold caught up to you and you started shivering. After checking the temperature, Price quickly ushered you into the shower cabin, leaving you to yourself for a moment. After all, he had to calm himself down, tell himself that you were drunk and that nothing would happen that night. No matter how much he wanted it to.

As soon as he was sure that his excitement wouldn’t be too obvious, he too stripped off his clothes and joined you in the shower. Once he entered, you turned around to look at him.

“Sir?”

He chuckled and reached past you, grabbing the loofah and your shower gel.

“You can call me John, sweetheart.”

He smirked as he watched you blush. After wetting the loofah and squirting some shower gel onto it, he started to gently massage it over your body.

“John…?”

He hummed in response, a look of concentration on his face. When you didn’t respond immediately, he looked up, a soft smile on his face.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

He went back to carefully washing you, avoiding all the scratches and wounds still present from your last mission.

“I’m sorry I called you old.”

John chuckled and leaned his head against the juncture of your neck, a happy sigh leaving his lips.

“Tell you what, you are the only one who is allowed to call me old. Deal?”

He rose to his full head and watched you nod happily.

After he was done covering you in soapy bubbles, he grabbed the shower head and carefully washed them off, before quickly showering himself as well. He then told you to wait a second, while he stepped out and dried himself off. With just a towel wrapped around his waist, he quickly walked to his room to grab a pair of boxers and sweats as well as a bottle of water and some pain meds, before he returned to your room.

Just as he told you to, you had waited under the warm stream of water.

Once he returned, he grabbed one of your pyjamas and took it with him to the bathroom, where he told you to turn off the water and come outside. He quickly helped dry you off, before he helped you into your pjs and lead you to your bed.

John placed the water and meds on your bedside table and was about to leave the room, when you caught his wrist.

“Stay?”

And how could he say no to you?

Bonus:

Why did you have to have a meeting the day after going out to get drunk? Both you and Soap were sporting a pair of sunglasses, while the rest of the team just snickered. Even Price couldn’t help the smirk on his lips.

“You alright there sunshine?”

You spun around to glare at Gaz, not that he would notice thanks to the shades.

“I swear to all that is holy, if you say one more word…”

It was silent for a second.

“Word.”

“You little motherfucker!”

You jumped to your feet and started chasing Gaz around the meeting room. His laughter echoed through the space, making you wince. After two laps around the table, Price caught you with an arm around you waist.

“Easy, love. Don’t want you throwing up.”

Your sunglasses slipped down your nose and you couldn’t help but stare at him lovingly, making the rest of the team wonder what happened last night after everyone had gone their separate ways.

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Drawn to you | Pt. 5

(A/N) Another short part, sorry about that

Pairing: Alastor x bunny demon!Reader (no Y/N)

Warnings: nothing specific I think

Synopsis: You finally wake up. But...what were you mumbling in your sleep?

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“Why don’t you remember me?”

Alastor spun around as soon as he heard mumbling coming from you. He had stayed by your side since he’d saved you from the Vee’s, no matter how often Charlie had offered him to take over and give him a break. No, he felt responsible for you and your recovery. So he stayed.

The demon quickly rushed to your side, hoping to see your eyelids flutter, your fingers twitch, your lips move. Any sign that you were waking up. He sat down on the bed beside you and reached for your hand, holding it in his.

“Come on dear, you can do it.”

A relieved sigh escaped his lips as your eyes slowly fluttered open. Out of instinct, he dimmed the lights in the room, trying to make you as comfortable as possible. After a few moments of you coming to consciousness, your eyes focused on Alastor, a frown on your face.

“What happened?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d have sworn that Alastor’s face softened at hearing your voice. He raised your hand he was holding until he could press a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

“Do you remember Valention? In front of the hotel?”

You nodded weakly.

“And what happened at the tower?”

Another nod, paired with a flinch as the memories flooded your brain.

“Do you remember me coming to get you back? And us arriving at the hotel?”

It took you a few moments, but you nodded again.

“You passed out as soon as we got here. Charlie helped me take care of you and we’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

With a quiet grunt, you tried to sit up, but Alastor gently pushed you back down.

“Don’t. You need to rest.”

After the dear demon was sure you’d stay in bed, he grabbed a glass of water off of the nightstand and carefully helped you to drink a few sips, gently wiping away any water that spilled. You blushed under the attentive eyes of the overlord, his demeanor reminding you of a past life and before you knew it, tears flooded your eyes.

Alastor’s eyes widened in surprise as the tears started to spill. He frantically started to wipe them away, not sure what to do.

“Wh-What’s wrong? Is it the pain?”

You only nodded. What else were you supposed to do? Alastor didn’t remember you, or the time you spent together. And in some form, it was true. You were in pain. And yes, you were in physical pain. But the emotional pain was a thousand times stronger.

Alastor rushed to the dresser nearby and came back with a pill.

“Here. Charlie got you these, said that you’d probably need them once you wake up.”

With his help, you swallowed the medication and some more water before laying back down. Exhaustion was starting to creep up on you and you felt your eyes grow heavy. Of course, Alastor immediately noticed.

“Get some more rest, dear. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

That confirmation was all you needed before you let sleep overtake you.

Did he hear you correctly?

“Why don’t you remember me?”

Those words started haunting Alastor’s mind as soon as they left your lips. His brows furrowed as he studied your appearance. Of course, you had seemed familiar to him the moment he saw you at the hotel door. You had pulled him in without even knowing. But…why would he remember you? He was sure he had never seen you in hell. And you had only died a few years ago. Nothing compared to Alastor who had passed away in 1933.

Maybe you had been dreaming and those words weren’t directed at Alastor. But…something felt off. Not that Alastor could pinpoint what exactly.

The overlord kept staring at you while you slept. He had to admit that he felt like a creep, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to figure out what was going on. The longer he looked at your form, the heavier his heart grew. But he still couldn’t tell why.

With a defeated sigh, he returned to the chair he had been sitting on before you woke up. He leaned back and closed his eyes, swearing to himself that he’d rest his eyes for only a second.

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homeofthelonelywriter · 17 days

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My woman

(A/N) Another Chishiya request, yay! This one is a bit shorter.

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: bad friends who gossip about you, some use of the middle most finger of your hand

You were so excited, had been for the last couple of days. After all, your boyfriend, Chishiya, had finally agreed to meet your friends, something you had been bugging him for, for weeks now. He had always been hesitant, with him being an introvert and your friends being really extroverted, but when you gave him your best puppy eyes, he finally agreed.

So, there you were, dressed up and holding Chishiya’s hand as you entered the bar. As soon as your eyes adjusted to the dimly lit interior, you saw your friends, sitting at your standard table in the back. They quickly noticed you as well and started to wave at you, grinning.

“You still sure about this?”

You turned to look at your boyfriend, whose facial expression didn’t betray a single thought in his mind. His eyes flickered from your friends to you, softening when he met your excited gaze.

“Yeah.”

He raised your intertwined hands to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against the back of yours. You grinned at him, before pulling him to the table, waving back to your friends. The moment you reached the small group, they got to their feet to hug you in greeting, before you took a step back and pointed to the man beside you.

“Everyone, this is Chishiya.”

The others smiled and waved as you slowly introduced them by name. Chishiya gave polite nods, but you noticed his tense posture. As you two sat down, your free hand reached out and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.

You started chatting with your friends, catching up on everything that had happened since you’d last seen them. Drama with boys and bosses, fights with parents and landlords. All in all, nothing too exciting had happened, but you were still enjoying spending time with your friends.

As time went by, you noticed how Chishiya slowly but surely relaxed and eventually even started to interact with the others, even if only by chuckling or throwing in a comment. Your heart swelled with appreciation for your boyfriend and you couldn’t help yourself but to squeeze his hand underneath the table.

Now that your man appeared to be more comfortable, you quickly excused yourself to go to the toilet. You pressed a quick kiss to Chishiya’s cheek, before getting up and leaving the table, sure that all would be fine while you were gone. But oh boy.

As soon as your friends noticed you were out of earshot, whispers started to leave their lips. At first, Chishiya didn’t pay any mind to it. After all, he didn’t know them too well, so he didn’t want to stick his nose in someone else's business. But then he caught some of the whispers.

“Can you believe she actually thinks that outfit looks cute on her?”

The others started to giggle at the question before they threw in their own opinions.

“Right? Like, in what universe could that look good?”

“It’s awful, really. And honestly, how did she attract the attention of that hottie?”

Their eyes fell onto Chishiya, whose eyebrows had started to pull into a frown. The apparent leader of the little group of gossips reached across the table until her hand landed on his arm.

“You know, they’re not wrong…what do you see in that little mouse? I could offer you…a lot more fun if you get what I’m saying.”

Chishiya’s lips pulled into a smirk as he slowly leaned towards her.

“You wanna know what I see in her? Fine. A woman with class. A woman with a heart so big, she cries about everything remotely sad. A woman with so much compassion, that she’d rather give away all her money than buy these ugly designers you are flaunting. A woman, who despite every single disappointment in her life, still believes in the good in the world. A woman you could never be. And she’s my woman.”

He pulled back and got to his feet, regarding the group with a glare.

“And if any of you contact her ever again, I will make sure you suffer the consequences.”

With those words, he walked away from the table and towards the bathrooms, but he quickly noticed you, standing just around the corner from the table, having heard everything. Silent tears were running down your face and he quickly wiped them away.

“Don’t listen to them. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

You chuckled, a soft smile pulling at your lips.

“I’m not crying because of them. I’m crying because of what you said.”

Chishiya’s eyebrows raised.

“I love you.”

His face relaxed again as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“I love you too. Now, let’s go home and have some fun, shall we?”

You chuckled at his choice of words and nodded, letting him pull you out of the bar. On the way out, he turned to your group of no-longer-friends and flipped them off, earning another chuckle from you. But as you pushed him out of the door, you too turned around to flip them the bird.

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Drawn to you | Pt. 4

(A/N) This one's a bit shorter, but I hope you like it! Also, thank you so much for 2500 Followers!!! Aaaahhhh I love all of you so much!

Pairing: Alastor x bunny demon!Reader (no Y/N)

Warnings: flashback to life on earth, sexism

Synopsis: Your life back on Earth.

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Earth - 1920

“You’re late.”

You raised your head to look into the glaring eyes of your boss. The fat, old man regarded you with a scowl before turning around and stomping towards his office.

“I-I’m sorry Sir. The bus was full, so I had to wait for the next one, and-”

He turned to face you again, his face red with anger.

“I don’t care! You are paid to be here on time! The next time you’re late, I’ll cut it from your paycheck, understood?”

You frantically nodded while holding your breath. Pointing out that you were actually twenty minutes early and just ten minutes late from your usual thirty minutes early, would just enrage the man even more.

With another huff, the man walked into his office and slammed the door, making you jump at the sudden, loud noise. You sighed and quietly made your way to your workstation, where you sat up for the day. You smiled at your colleagues that passed and led pleasant small talk with the ones that stopped for a chat. But the whole day went by without you seeing your favorite person even once.

Not that he had to stop by or anything, but he sometimes did and those were always the best moments of the day. He held such a passion for this job, it always infected you, made you hold on to the dream of one day being a host yourself.

But in your heart, you knew that that dream was foolish. A woman? A radio host? That would never happen. If you were lucky, maybe you could become the secretary, but your voice would never be aired live. At least not in this century.

With a sigh, you got to work. You quickly wrote up the weather report for the day, before handing it over to your boss, who would give the final go. After that you filed through letters and parcels, delivering them to where they needed to go.

You were basically done with your day’s work and it wasn’t even time for lunch. So, you decided to work on your dream some more. Whenever you had free time, you’d type out what you would do if you were the host. Corny jokes and funny advertisements. You’d make a list of the songs you’d play and what you’d be talking about.

Your shoulders slumped as you finished your dream program, the realization that that would never happen, catching up to you. Sometimes you wondered if playing into the dream made reality harder to bear. You still continued your wishful thinking, lost in a dream where you were calling the shots and where you would yell at fat, old men.

Two hands suddenly covering your eyes pulled you back to reality and a grin took over your lips.

“Guess who?”

You chuckled, trying to think of a witty response.

“Oh, Samantha, is that you?”

The laugh that escaped the man behind you made your heart race and butterflies erupt in your belly.

“Would you prefer it being Samantha?”

You shook your head with a smile and the hands lowered until they rested on your shoulders. With a wide grin, you spun in your chair, to come face to face with your favorite person.

“Now, how is my favorite lady doing?”

You rolled your eyes as he guided your right hand to his lips, before pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

“Ah, you know, same old, same old. Got my work done within two hours, wrote down my concept for the day and it’s not even lunchtime, got yelled at by boss-man once again,-”

The usually smiling host’s expression hardened when you mentioned the fat, old man. He glared in the direction of his office. If looks could kill, that man would be dead.

“Someone ought to take care of that bastard.”

With wide eyes, you raised your hands against the man’s mouth to shush him.

“You can’t just say stuff like that. You’ll get fired.”

He turned back to you with his signature smile.

“If I were to get fired for protecting you, it would be worth it.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and quickly lowered your head, a coy smile playing on your lips. Your reaction caused the man to chuckle, before carefully ruffling through your hair. A complaint crossed your lips at his action and he stopped with a playful laugh, before helping you to fix your hair.

“So, what’s on your agenda today?”

You grabbed the pieces of paper and went through the different points you had written up, ending on the big story you’d talk about, were you in any kind of position to.

“Congress is supposed to vote on the 19th amendment in a few days. I really hope it gets signed.”

The man nodded thoughtfully, taking notes in his head. He was about to say something when his name was called from the other end of the office space.

“Gotta run, will you tune in tonight?”

He was already walking away, still facing you.

“I always do.”

He grinned, before turning around and running to where he was being summoned, leaving you with a soft smile and a racing heart.

By the time you had to clock out, you were sure you were dying of boredom. It was bad enough that you had considered asking for more work, but thankfully you made it through the day without. You quickly put on your gloves and hat, before you left the radio station and made your way home.

As soon as you entered your apartment, you hurried to the old radio in your kitchen and turned it on, just in time to hear him introducing himself.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the evening show. I’m your host, as usual, Alastor!”

Hell - now

“Why don’t you remember me?”

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homeofthelonelywriter · 23 days

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Are you still taking requests?

Hi, I am so sorry, this ask completely escaped me. But yeah, my requests are always open! ☺️

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homeofthelonelywriter · 24 days

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Capri Sun

(A/N) This is just stupid, but I love this side of Cod.

Pairing: Simon x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: blood draw, fear of needles, aggressive and oblivious reader, starstruck Simon, suggestive at the end

Synopsis: Based on this.

Simon is a soldier. A warrior. Hardened by life, by the horrors he experiences every day. He had killed hundreds, thousands of people with his hands. Scars cover his body. Scars he acquired in battle and through torture. His subordinates fear him, his superiors respect him. If anyone were to think of a ‘tough guy’, someone not scared by anything, they would think of him.

But god damn, this man is scared of needles. What didn’t help, was the fact that, as a soldier, he had regular health check-ups, each of them including a blood draw.

At first, he tried to face his fear alone, not telling anyone how bad it really was. Only when he eventually fainted before one of those blood draws, did Price catch wind of the Lieutenant’s phobia. And since then, he accompanied Simon to every single blood draw, just to make sure the big, scary man was okay.

But Price still tried to help Simon with his fear. While at first, the Captain would be standing right beside his colleague, he started slowly distancing himself, hoping to give the Lieutenant some independence that way.

The same was happening again. They had just gotten back from a mission and due to an injury, Simon had to go through a check-up, which would start with the oh-so-feared blood draw.

The soldier felt the anxiety from the moment he woke up, only consoled by the fact, that since he had to be sober for the blood draw, it would take place before breakfast. At least it would be over soon.

Ten minutes before Simon’s appointment was scheduled, Price knocked on his door and picked him up. Together, they walked to the infirmary and after checking Simon in, they sat down in the waiting room. Some other soldiers recognized them and started to chat with Price, not really noticing Simon’s silence. After all, he wasn’t much of a talker on a day when he didn’t have to get a needle jabbed into his arm.

After a few minutes, Simon was called into one of the rooms. As he got up, he glanced at Price, who just nodded encouragingly, sending the Lieutenant off. While walking to the room, Simon took slow, steady breaths, already trying to calm his nerves. But when he entered, the anxiety spiked up again.

This time, it wasn’t because of the prospect of what was about to happen, but because of…you. You were…adorable, sitting on a tiny stool, you could use to roll around the room.

He stood in the door for a few seconds, staring at your profile, as you routinely took out everything you’d need for this. You didn’t even notice him until you swiveled around to face the door.

A surprised gasp escaped your lips, not expecting a mountain of a man to be your patient today. Sure, you were used to treating soldiers, big men and women, fit and stocky, but that man…he was something else entirely.

After recovering from the surprise, you let out a chuckle and pointed to the chair in front of you.

“Please, take a seat.”

Simon did as you asked, still staring at you. You looked so fragile and cute. And your smile. If Simon were to die and he could pick one image to see before he leaves this world, it would be that smile of yours.

You swiveled back again, grabbing a capri sun from a table behind you before you turned back to face him. As you ripped off the straw, you started to go through your standard introduction.

“Hi I'm your medic and I'll be drawing your blood today.”

You straightened the straw and aimed at the small hole on the top, jamming the straw down, but missing it. If this display wouldn’t have scared Simon as much as it did, he would’ve found the way, your face pulled into a frown, adorable.

You try again, missing once more, making you grow incredibly frustrated.

“Ahm, so…are you sober?”

You weren’t even looking at Simon while asking him the question, still focused on the capri sun and the way you kept missing the hole.

“Uh-hu.”

You glance at him, a smile on your face, before you glance back down at the juice pack in your hands, the smile gone.

“And have you ever fainted before, during, or after a blood draw?”

Simon’s muscles tensed and his eyes grew wide while he watched you jabbing at the poor juice pouch, a thin layer of sweat starting to cover his skin. His hands had started to claw at the armrests of the chair. But you were oblivious to his panic.

He muttered a quick ‘no’, wanting to save face in front of you, but in his mind, he completed it with a ‘but I think I’m about to’.

“Good. Let me just…ugh.”

Another missed attempt and you clearly had enough. You balled up the pouch, turned it on its side, and jabbed the straw into it with as much force as possible, a triumphant ‘ah-ha!’ leaving your lips as you took a sip.

Your display of aggression was enough for the poor man and with a voice you never expected from someone like him, he called out.

“Price!”

You looked up, confused as to what was going on. Your confusion only grew when another big and burly soldier, even if not as big and burly as the one sat in front of you, came running up to the door.

“What’s going on?”

You looked between him and the man sitting in front of you, not knowing what to say. And Simon didn’t say anything either, instead just reaching out his hand towards the Captain.

Price let out an understanding chuckle and closed the door for some privacy, before grabbing Simon’s hand and giving him an assuring squeeze.

“He doesn’t like getting his blood drawn.”

The way Price whispered that to you, seemed as if he was sharing an important secret with you. You nodded in understanding and sat down the juice pouch, which caught Price’s attention, earning you a confused look.

“I couldn’t hit the hole with the straw, so…”

You explained it so nonchalantly, but in that moment, everything started to make sense in Price’s head and he had to use all of his self-restraint to not just burst out laughing.

Now that you knew that your patient was afraid of the procedure ahead of him, you decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. And you did it without a hitch, placing a small bandaid over the puncture wound.

“Do keep some pressure on that, okay? You don’t want a bruise to form there.”

Simon nodded and with the help of Price got to his feet. The Captain quickly thanked you, before leaving the room, but Simon hesitated. He glanced at you and you again smiled at him, making his heart melt.

“W-Would you l-like to go out s-somtime?”

He talked so quietly, it took your brain a second to catch up, and when it did, a heavy blush covered your cheeks. Was he really asking you out?

“Y-Yeah. I’d love to. I’m done at six tonight.”

Simon nodded, not looking at you, way too embarrassed.

“I’ll pick you up then.”

You nodded and smiled at him, waving as he left the room.

Let’s just say, from that moment on, you were the only medic that would draw his blood. And let’s just say that with him, the procedure required a lot longer than normal and would only happen behind a locked door. Yeah, he’d practically have you sitting in his lap while drawing his blood, grinding up into you, the only way to get his mind off of what was happening that moment. At least Price no longer had to accompany him to those appointments.

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Drawn to you | Pt. 3 (Warnings!)

(A/N) Another part! Wohooo! This one is a lot heavier than the others, so please read the warnings and do take care of yourself.

Pairing: Alastor x bunny demon!Reader (no Y/N)

Warnings: talk of deals, punishments, beatings, lots of really bad stuff, like srsly, the V's are the bad guys

Synopsis: The one you were running from has found you.

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Your body froze and your breath got caught in your throat.

He found you.

You thought you were safe, but he found you.

He found you.

You really thought you could escape him. How foolish of you.

You shook your head and turned around to face the overlord you had been running from for some time now. As soon as your eyes met his, a shiver ran through you. Behind those heart-shaped glasses, a fire was burning. A fire that promised punishment. That promised pain. So much pain.

Before either you or Alastor could say anything, a red chain formed in his hand, which connected to a collar around your neck. With one sharp tuck, you stumbled towards the moth demon, a cry leaving your lips as you landed on your knees in front of him.

“Valentino…”

You glared up at him, ignoring the burn coming from your scraped and bleeding knees.

“Ah, my favorite little toy. I have missed you, my dear.”

A smirk pulled at his lips as he leaned down until his face was only millimeters away from yours. You winced as his breath fanned across your face, the stench of his breath invading your nostrils.

“Now, what do we have here?”

Alastor! You quickly turned around and watched the radio demon saunter towards you and the overlord, his grin turned sinister.

“I suggest you let her go. After all, I was about to enter a deal with the lady, can’t let you ruin that, I do apologize.”

Valentino barked out a laugh as he straightened to his full height, looking down at the deer demon.

“Well, you see, that isn’t possible. As you can see, she has already entered a deal with me. A deal-”

Valentino gave the chain another sharp tug as if to emphasize what he was about to say, causing a pained whimper to fall from your lips.

“- she broke. She ran away. And now, she has to be punished. So, you’ll have to excuse u-”

Before he finished the sentence, he suddenly gripped you by your throat and held you up in front of his body. A gasp left your lips as his fingers closed off your airways, both your hands coming up to grab at the wrist holding you in the air.

Only then did you notice the black tentacles heading straight toward you. You closed your eyes, preparing for the impact and the pain, but nothing happened. Slowly, you blinked your eyes open, only to see that tentacles stopped right in front of you, slowly retracting toward Alastor.

Just as suddenly as you were lifted into the air, you were let go and fell back to the ground. You could hear a deep chuckle from behind you, just as a growl left Alastor’s lips, his sinister grin still there.

“Just as I thought…well, let’s get going, shall we, Valerie?”

“My name isn’t Valerie.”

While saying those words, your eyes never left Alastor’s, who slowly nodded in acknowledgment, as if saying that he believed you. You were about to nod back when another tug on the chain brought you back to reality. An arm suddenly wrapped around your waist and you were lifted into the air, but not just because you were picked up, but because Valentino used his wings to lift the two of you up into the air, flying towards the V tower.

“See you later, radio jerk!”

“So, you got the bitch back, huh?”

Velvette’s clawed fingers roughly grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her. She grinned at your broken form, lying on the floor of the common room, covered in blood. Your eyes had long since glossed over as you dissociated to bear the pain.

She let go of your chin, your head hitting the floor hard, making her giggle. Velvette had always been the one who reveled the most in torturing sinners. Vox and Valentino enjoyed it as well, but she loved it.

“I did. Who would’ve thought she’d hide out in the same hotel Angel is spending all of his time at? Almost grabbed him as well, while I was already there. Ugh and that damn radio demon, almost ruined everything.”

The mention of Alastor registered in your mind, bringing you back to reality. The pain hit you all at once and you could barely hide a pained whimper, not wanting them to know.

Vox interrupted Valentino’s rambling, asking him if he was really talking about the Alastor and when Valentino confirmed, the TV demon went into a heated rant about his competitor. When he started to broadcast all of that, you saw your chance at revenge. Especially, when suddenly Alastor’s radio broadcast seemed to answer Vox’s TV broadcast.

While the two of them were arguing back and forth, you slowly reached out with your power and started to kill Vox’s connection, before eventually killing it off completely. You knew that they’d eventually figure out that that embarrassing moment was your fault, but you promised Alastor you’d help him with his comeback. At least you kept that promise and got to have some fun with the V’s as well.

And you were right. After only a few minutes, the three demons gathered around you and started another round of punishments. By the time they got tired, you weren’t sure if you’d survive the night. Still, after one more kick from Velvette, all three of them left the common room, leaving you on the floor.

At first, you were afraid that you’d actually die. But it didn’t take long for you to beg for death. So when suddenly you heard slow steps coming closer, you couldn’t help but beg.

“Please…kill…me.”

“Now, why would I do that, my dear?”

Alastor appeared from the shadows and kneeled down in front of you, his grin almost replaced by a frown, but not quiet. Still, you could see the concern in his eyes.

Avoiding major injuries, Alastor carefully picked you up, whimpers spilling from your lips in protest.

“Sssh, it’s okay. I’ll get you all fixed up. I got you, cher.”

A sudden pulling sensation all over your body made you wince, but it was over quickly and you had to close your eyes as you suddenly found yourself in the brightly lit hotel lobby. Chaos erupted around you and you could hear Charlie asking Alastor what happened, moments before everything went black.

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I really want to write something based on this…

Y/N: Hi I'm your medic and I'll be drawing your blood today, as soon as I finish this capri sun Y/N: *misses the hole four times then finally punches the straw through the side* Ghost, sweating: PRICE

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Found you

(A/N) My thought process writing this: Gets request: Fuck yeah! A Chishiya request! Thinks about it: Fuck, what do I write. Opens new page: Whatever, I'll just start. Reaches apartment: No smut, no smut, no smut. Reaches kitchen scene: Fuck it! Smut!

Also, this is eight word pages long, I might've went a bit overboard.

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: AiB stuff, smut

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”

If anyone had been watching you for the past few minutes, they’d say that you were running for your life. Not that that’s not true. Your visa ran out today and you may have forgotten to keep an eye on time when you found yourself in your favorite bookshop, close to where you used to live. To be honest, who’s to blame you? Books? For free? As many as you want? Now that’s heaven.

Were your boyfriend there with you, he’d have laughed at your childish excitement when you realized that you could read as much as you wanted. But he would’ve also reminded you of the time and that you had somewhere to be. Damn, this… apocalypse or whatever was going on.

You followed the light through the streets until an apartment building became visible. You pushed yourself to run quicker and managed to cross the border of the game at what felt like the last second, almost crashing into two men. Thankfully, the short-haired one managed to catch you, before you either knocked both of them off their feet or faceplanted. Either one could have happened to be honest.

“Woah, you okay there?”

You looked up at the other man and tried to smile through the pain that was encompassing your lungs.

“Yeah…yeah. I-I don’t do…cardio.”

Your answer was interrupted by your panting, but at least it made the man smile.

“Me neither.”

The short-haired man agreed with his friend while chuckling. He kept his hand on your shoulder while you recovered from the exhaustion. The other man meanwhile, went and grabbed one of the phones off the table and handed it to you. The usual jingle came from its speakers while the camera scanned your face.

“Registration has closed. There is a total of 13 participants. The game will now commence.”

Another man approached your little group. He seemed confused and asked about the game and the world in general. As the long-haired man was about to explain it to the new man, his friend stopped him.

As your breathing had finally calmed down, you were about to speak up and explain the situation, but the familiar female voice, introducing the game, stopped you and the third man walked away.

“Difficulty, Five of Spades.”

The duo you’d met just now looked at each other confused.

“Spades means that it will be a physical game. You know, running, strength, all that jazz. The suit decided what kind of game it would be. Clubs means teamwork, Diamond means intelligence, and Spades means physical. Hearts is the worst one, all about betrayal. Better hope you never join one with your friends. Hearts games never end well.”

The two nodded, but before they could say anything, the female voice rang out again.

“Game is ‘Tag’. Rule. Avoid whoever is ‘it’.”

Confusion broke out among the participants, but you kept your focus on your phone, knowing that every information you’d get was important.

“Clear condition. Discover and touch the symbol hidden in one of the building’s rooms within the time limit. You clear the game when this objective is fulfilled. Time limit 20 minutes.”

You huff. That’s not a lot of time for a building with that many rooms. You glanced at some of your co-players. Many of them young, young enough at least to be of help. Or so you hoped.

“After twenty minutes, the time bomb hidden in the building will explode.”

Well, if that doesn’t motivate someone, then you don’t know what would.

Now that the rules and conditions were stated, everyone started to disperse. For a moment you considered staying with the two men, but ultimately decided against it. The group had to spread out to win this. So that’s what you did.

While most of the players decided to go to one of the upper floors, you thought you’d try your luck on one of the lower ones. You walked as quickly as you could without running until you hit a dead end. Good, that’s where you’d start. And all the while, you felt eyes on you.

“The game will now commence. The time limit is twenty minutes. Commence now.”

Without hesitation, you started, turning one doorknob after the other, hoping to end this game as quickly as possible. But it didn’t and before you knew it, shots rang through the night air. Out of instinct, you ducked, falling to your knees, before looking around.

“What the actual fuck.”

As soon as you were sure that you were not in immediate danger, you continued until you were done with your floor. But as you stood in front of the stairs leading up and down, you weren’t sure which direction to go.

That was until you heard the voice of the long-haired man.

“Everyone! He’s up here! Over here, he’s on the second level! He can’t see properly because of his mask! Tell us where he is if you see him, and let’s all look for the symbol!”

Fuck, second level. You hesitated again while you considered what to do next. But then a woman’s voice rang out, letting you know that it was safe to head to the second level since the killer was on the fourth one.

You continued, searching, letting the others know where the killer was, all while avoiding him. From time to time, you glanced at the phone, checking how much time was left. And it didn’t look good.

At that moment, you heard the long-haired man yell out that he needed help and that he found the symbol. You checked and realized you were on the other side of the apartment building and would never make it in time. Still, you started to run. You were one level above where the symbol was, when a jingle sounded from the phone, making you stop.

“Game cleared. Congratulations.”

A relieved sigh left your lips and you slumped against the nearest wall. You lived for another day.

While you were resting, you noticed the short-haired man walking up the stairs, and he was hurt.

“Hey, are you okay?”

He waved your concern off with a smile.

“Nothing I can’t handle. Have you seen my friend?”

You nod and tell him where you assume the man still is.

“Thanks.”

He hesitated before speaking again.

“Do you have somewhere to stay? If not, you could come with us.”

You shake your head with a smile and thank him, explaining that you have somewhere to stay. He nodded before taking his leave and searching for his friend. You decided to do the same. Take your leave, not search for his friend.

As you were walking down the front steps of the apartment building, a familiar voice stopped you.

“Found you.”

A quiet gasp escaped you as you realized who was standing behind you. You turned around, tears already gathering in your eyes.

“Chishiya.”

He smirked at you before opening his arms. You immediately rushed to him and threw your arms around his neck. He chuckled at your enthusiasm while pulling you closer to him.

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

You pulled away slightly, grinning up at your boyfriend. He smiled back before leaning down to press his lips against yours. You melted against him, reciprocating the kiss. Too soon, Chishiya pulls back before cradling your face in his hands.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

You shake your head, smiling at him.

“I’m fine. What about you?”

He shakes his head as well, his eyes scanning your body for any kind of injury before sighing in relief and pressing his forehead against yours.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, love.”

You grinned and closed your eyes.

“Me too, Chi.”

The two of you stay like that for a few moments, before Chishiya pulls back and takes your hand.

“Where are you staying?”

“In our apartment. Felt wrong to go anywhere else.”

Chishiya nodded, thinking for a moment.

“Let’s go there for tonight, okay?”

You nodded and together you made your way through the city until you reached your apartment complex. Once there, you climbed the few floors until you reached the door to the apartment you shared before everything went to hell. You used your keys to open the door and let Chishiya in before closing and locking the door.

He took a few moments to look at the changes you’d made since everything happened. You’d moved the heavy couch that used to be in the living room, to the door, so that you could block it whenever you entered the apartment. You’d also used blankets and pillows to make a bed on the living room carpet. Chishiya frowned when he noticed that and turned to look at you.

“The…the bed felt too empty without you there.”

Your boyfriend immediately pulled you into a hug, apologizing.

“I should’ve looked for you again, every day, I am so sorry. I just…after I couldn’t find you the first day I’d been here, I hoped and convinced myself that you were not here. That you were safe.”

You were stunned.

“Chishiya…how long have you been here?”

He tensed under your touch before relaxing again.

“Too long. But I swear I checked if you were here. That’s the first thing I did when I arrived.”

You squeezed him tighter, burying your face in his neck.

“It’s okay, Chi. I believe you. And I only got here two weeks ago, there’s no way you could’ve known that.”

Chishiya nodded but continued to hold you tight for some time. You did the same, resting your head against his shoulder, relaxing in his hold. The two of you started gently swaying, making you giggle and Chishiya chuckle. It felt like back when everything was okay and he would come home after a long day at the hospital and sweep you off your feet to dance around the living room before you could object. Many dishes were burnt that way and many times you had to order takeout instead. But you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

After a few minutes, you pulled back to look at him, before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Now, what are you in the mood for? Instant noodles, or…instant noodles?”

You pulled out of his embrace and walked to the kitchen, where you had set up a small gas stove, as well as canisters full of water and a few pots. Chishiya followed you chuckling, pressing his chest against your back and trapping you against the kitchen counter.

“Hm…I think I’m in the mood for something else completely.”

He started to trail kisses from your cheek to your shoulder and back up again. A shiver ran through you and you couldn’t help but press back against him. His breath ghosted your skin as he chuckled, his hands on your hips.

You turned to look at him and without hesitation, he hoisted you up and sat you down on the counter, standing between your open legs. You instantly leaned in and pressed your lips against his, pulling at the white jacket he was wearing, until it landed on the floor. His hands, which were placed on your hips, moved up and grabbed the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and pulled it over your head, discarding it on the floor, somewhere behind himself.

Goosebumps erupted on your skin, as Chishiya’s finger trailed along your sides until they reached your bra. Instinctually, he reached back, but when he didn’t find a clasp, he broke the kiss for a second.

“Sport’s bra.”

Those two words were all you said, before pulling it over your head and throwing it behind Chishiya.

“Jesus fucking…”

His remark was broken by a low moan escaping his lips before he dove forward, lips wrapping around your left nipple. Your breath got caught in your throat at the sensation. Chishiya’s left hand left your hip and started playing with your right nipple as your fingers started to thread through and pull at his hair.

“Chishiya…”

Your pussy squeezed around nothing, making you whine. Chishiya pulled away from your chest and grinned at you.

“What do you need, love?”

You glared at his teasing, but when he thrust forward, giving you just a little bit of friction, another whine left your lips.

“You. Need you Shiya.”

He chuckled and dove in for another kiss. While his lips moved against yours, his hands found their way to your thighs and hoisted you up again. You squealed into the kiss in surprise and pulled away as you tightly wrapped your arms around Chishiya’s neck while he just chuckled and walked.

“Don’t worry, I won’t drop you.”

Right when he said that he loosened his grip on you and you squealed again as for a second it felt like he was indeed dropping you. Chishiya laughed at your reaction and continued walking towards your bedroom.

“Asshole.”

A slap on your ass forced a surprised yelp from your lips, but before you could say anything, you were flying through the air, before landing on your mattress. You bounced a few times, while Chishiya watched from the foot end, an adoring smile on his lips.

“You know, I love you, right?”

You finally stopped bouncing and looked up at your boyfriend, a soft smile on your lips.

“Come here, you idiot.”

His smile turned into a grin as he quickly crawled over you and reconnected your lips. While using one hand to keep his weight off of you, the other wandered down and started to pull at the hem of your sweatpants and panties. You quickly assisted him in getting rid of the offensive pieces of clothing, before you started pulling at his swim trunks, making him chuckle.

“Eager.”

You were about to insult him again, but his thumb rubbing small circles on your clit stopped you and instead, a moan escaped your lips, which were quickly sealed by your boyfriend’s. A few moments later two of his fingers started gently probing at your entrance before pushing inside. Your pussy squeezed down around them, bringing out the smug side of your boyfriend, who pulled away and smirked at you.

“Someone’s fucking nee-.”

You interrupted him.

“Shut up and fuck me already!”

You didn’t need to tell him twice, as he quickly got rid of the trunks and gave his cock a few lazy strokes, before positioning himself at your entrance.

“I don’t have a condom. Are you su-?”

“Chishiya!”

He took the queue and carefully started to ease his cock into your pulsing pussy, moaning at the feeling of you around him. He quickly started thrusting into you, hoisting your right leg up and over his shoulder to reach deeper. The new position caused his dick to drag over that soft spot inside you with every thrust, making you see stars.

It didn’t take long before you started to feel that familiar coil in your stomach and you reached up towards your boyfriend, not able to say anything.

“You close, love?”

You nooded vigourously.

“Yea, me too.”

He leaned down, pressing your right leg up to your chest, but you didn’t care as his lips connected with yours at the same time, his thumb returned to your clit. Within seconds you felt that coil snap as you came around your boyfriend.

A moan left Chishiya’s lips as your pussy kept squeezing him, until he came inside you, spilling his seed as deep as he could reach.

After a few steadying breaths, Chishiya wrapped an arm around your waist and rolled over, so that you were now laying on top of him. You were still panting, your eyes slowly closing. Feeling the sweat covered skin of your boyfriend underneath you and hearing his beating heart slowly coaxed you into a deep sleep.

As soon as Chishiya was sure you were asleep, he carefully pulled out of you and laid you down next to him. He rolled onto his side and watched you for a few moments, before pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. With that, got to his feet and grabbed a towel, wetting it with the water from the kitchen, before he returned to you and carefully cleaned you up. After that, he quickly gathered all the pillows and blankets you had laid out on the living room and returned them to the bed, where he made sure you were comfortable, laying down beside you and gathering you in his arms.

He smiled as you instinctually moved closer to him, until you were practically laying on top of him again. A smile graced his lips as he pressed one more kiss to your forehead, before relaxing and closing his eyes, slowly falling asleep, three words leaving his lips before he was pulled under by sleep.

“I found you.”

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Hey there! If your request is open, can you write anything for chishiya? I love that man also it's 2024 and no Chishiya content is making me sad 😿. Hope you do tho.

Hey there, request is almost done and will be posted later today! I may have escalated a bit, but I hope you like it either way!

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Oneshots:

Nightmare - Percy and Reader cuddle after Reader has a nightmare

Guard Duty - While playing 'capture the flag' the Reader and Percy are on guard duty

Draw me! - Percy discovers your talent

Luke Castellan:

Oneshots:

Last Chance - Luke promised the Reader that he would leave the camp alone if she went with him, but as Percy, Annabeth and Tyson suddenly appeared on the ship, it was clear to her, that Luke broke his promise.

Better Times - Luke and the Reader have a fluffy day, which ends with a big surprise

Before it’s too late - Luke and Reader have a secret wedding before Luke gets taken over

Sadie Kane:

Headcanons:

HC - Being Sadie Kane’s girlfriend

Carter Kane:

Headcanons:

HC - Carter x clumsy!Reader

HC - Carter being jealous

Jason Grace:

Headcanons:

HC - Being in a relationship with Jason

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Drawn to you | Pt. 2

(A/N) Part two! Lessgoooo! I'm curious to hear your suspicions on who is hunting our sweet bunny.

Pairing: Alastor x bunny demon!Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: fluff, nightmare

Synopsis: Alastor had never felt the need for friends, or something even deeper. But now that you're here...what is that feeling in his chest?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

“Oh Valerie…you know you can’t hide from me. Can’t run. I’ll find you, this stupid hotel won’t stop me. And when I do find you…you’ll pay!”

You startle awake in a panic. Where are you? Is he here? No. No, he can’t be. You are safe. He can’t get to you. Or can he?

You shake your head, trying to get rid of the brain fog left behind by the nightmare. Nightmare, that’s all that was. It has to be…he doesn’t have the power to invade one’s dreams…does he? A shiver runs down your skin and you're sure, that if it had been able to, your skin would’ve erupted into goosebumps.

While you were still lost in thought, a sharp knock came from your door, making you jump. Was it him?

“Good morning, dear! Are you awake yet?”

Alastor. It’s just Alastor. With a sigh, you place your palms over your heart, trying to calm it down.

Without responding, you quickly shuffled to the door, not caring about how you looked at that moment. You opened it a crack and peered into the deer demon’s face. His signature smile, at first wide, faltered slightly when he saw you.

“Are you alright? You look…”

“Shitty?”

A forced chuckle left the demon’s lips as he shook his head before he hesitated and nodded. You sighed and opened the door wider, gesturing for him to come inside. He hesitated for a second, before walking into your room. As soon as he was inside, you closed the door and followed behind him, as he stopped in the middle of the room and looked around.

“So…are you alright?”

He looked at you, concern visible in his eyes. You shrugged again before you sat down at the foot of your bed.

“Just a nightmare.”

His smile faltered once again and it almost looked like he frowning…while still smiling.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Cher. How about you go freshen up and then I’ll take you out for breakfast, does that sound like a deal?”

You smiled at the offer and nodded. His smile turned into a grin as he turned towards the door.

“Fantastic! I will wait for you in the lobby, but do take all the time you need.”

You quickly thanked him on his way out, before grabbing a change of clothes and heading to the en-suite bathroom. One, very hot, shower later, you felt like new as you checked your outfit in the mirror, before leaving your room.

True to his word, Alastor was sitting on one of the couches in the lobby, reading a book when you entered. As soon as he heard you approach, he lowered the tome and smiled at you.

“You look wonderful, dear. Shall we go?”

He elegantly got to his feet and placed the book on a side table, before offering you his arm. With a grin matching his own, you linked your arm with his.

“We shall.”

It didn’t take long for you to reach Cannibal Town and with that Rosie’s Emporium. You had heard of it before, but you never went since it mainly catered to cannibals. As you stood in front of it, you turned to look at Alastor. He was, of course, wearing his ever-present grin, but when he looked at you, his eyes softened slightly. With a wink, he led you into the store, where you were quickly greeted by an excited voice.

“Alastor! How good to see you. And you brought company. Now, who is this lovely lady?”

Alastor almost looked proud as he introduced you to Rosie, the store’s owner and one of the most famous overlords. You shook her hand with a smile but couldn’t hide the nervous twitch of your hand.

“Oh, please sweetie. No reason to be nervous. If you’re a friend of Alastor, you’re a friend of mine. Now, you’re here for breakfast, correct? Follow me, follow me. I already got it prepared!”

You shot Alastor a confused look, but he just gently nudged you to follow Rosie, while his hand rested on the small of your back. Together, you walked through the store, following Rosie and dodging other customers. The overlord led you to one of the backrooms, which contained a table filled with plates with fruits, eggs, bacon, and other breakfast specialties. Your eyes widened at the deliciousness in front of you and you had to stop yourself from just stuffing your face before even sitting down.

As if he read your thoughts, Alastor walked to the table and pulled out a chair before gesturing for you to sit down. You did and Alastor pushed your chair in before he sat down on the other side of the table.

“Well, I’ll leave you two kids to it. Just call if you need anything.”

With those words, Rosie left the room and you turned towards Alastor.

“Dig in, dear.”

Alastor grinned at you before he grabbed some meat that looked almost…raw? But he didn’t have to tell you twice.

You grabbed a little bit of everything and started to eat. And it was just as delicious as it looked. You had to stop yourself from moaning in delight a few times, not that your enthusiasm escaped Alastor’s keen senses.

The two of you ate in silence, Alastor only speaking up, once you leaned back in your chair with a satisfied huff.

“I hope you enjoyed the food. It certainly looked like it.”

You chuckled, warmth spreading to your cheeks.

“It was delicious, Alastor. Thank you for bringing me here.”

The demon let out a satisfied hum, his head turning to look outside the window. You followed his gaze, curious as to what he was looking at, but before you could find the something that got his attention, he turned back to you.

“You know, ever since our talk yesterday, my mind has been racing. As you know, I’m planning my comeback for my radio broadcast and I think you’d be a good addition to my team. I think, together, we can take hell by storm.”

He looked at you, excitement burning in his eyes. Excitement, that quickly spread to you.

“I’d love to help you, Alastor.”

He quickly jumped to his feet and pulled you out of your chair before spinning you around the room. Giggles escaped your lips, something that barely happened. When Alastor sat you back down, you had to hold onto him for a few moments, before you felt steady enough to let go.

“Let’s go back to the hotel, Cher. And start planning!”

You nodded, expecting him to lead you out of the room, but instead, Alastor pulled you closer to himself, before you were being covered in shadows. And a second later, you popped out, right in front of the hotel.

“Wow…ahm…that was…something.”

Alastor chuckled and went to respond, but he was cut off by a sultry voice.

“There you are, Valerie. I told you, you couldn’t hide from me.”

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