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narcissosbythepool · 3 months

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More of pricegaz Rosie AU, in which Gaz and Price have a baby together. This fic is a companion piece to this wonderful art by Rowan. Price finally gets to meet newborn baby Rosanna !

Tags: established pricegaz, trans pregnancy (Gaz), mentioned c-section, extremely schmoopy parental feelings

John has been in scary situations before – life-threatening ones, truly abhorrent, desperate places.

Nothing so far has prepared him for 6 missed calls from Dorothy.

The moment they’re allowed to make contact with the outside world again, he dials her back immediately, praying the entire time that the dread turning his guts upside down is unwarranted.

“Please, please, please,” he mumbles into the receiver, until the call finally connects.

“John?”

“Is he alright?” are the first words out of his mouth. “Kyle, is he alright?” He sounds frantic even to his own ears.

“More or less,” Dotty says, and she sounds calm enough that John can at least catch his breath a little. “He called me over when he suddenly had strange pain, and we’re at the hospital now.”

Well, there goes his composure.

“And?”

“They’re prepping for an emergency c-section,” Dorothy says. “There is a chance that the baby’s going to end up entangled with the umbilical cord, and she’s a breech too, so we decided that it’s safest to cut her out now.”

John wonders if he’s going to black out. It feels like it.

“Alright,” he manages. “Are you with him?”

“Yeah, he’s here. I’ll give the phone to him.” She pauses. “He’s on some pretty strong painkillers already, though, so he’s a little loopy.”

“Thank you, Dorothy.”

There’s a rustling sound as Dorothy hands the phone to Kyle.

“Sweetheart?” John calls for his love and Kyle chuckles back – the sound is enough to soothe his wildly galloping heartbeat.

“It’s cute when you call me that,” Kyle tells him. The corner of John’s mouth lifts a little.

“You broken?”

“Nah,” Kyle replies. “Not really.”

“You alright then?”

“If an emergency surgery is alright, I guess.” There is a pause, and when Kyle continues he sounds a little slurred: “I wish you were here.”

“I know,” John says, “and I’m sorry. I’ll come as fast as I can, okay? I’ll make Nik break traffic laws.”

“Oh, he’ll like that,” Kyle chuckles again. “Crazy, huh? The baby coming out.”

“That’s one word for it.” John rubs a hand over his eyes. “Dotty is with you, alright? And when you wake up, I’ll be there. You’ll be…” He swallows. “You’ll be fine.”

“Mmh. You better be here then. I’ll kidnap the baby and disappear if you’re not.”

“Ah, threatening me already. I’ll do my best, but you’ll have to blame Nik if I’m late.”

“I’ll shave his head,” Kyle mumbles back and John finally cracks up.

“I’ll tell him to hurry, then.”

“I love you,” Kyle says, and what else can John reply:

“I’ll be there.”

Once he gets to the Gloucester Royal Hospital, he practically runs to the maternity ward nurse station.

“I’m here for Kyle Garrick,” he says, barely catching his breath. The nurse at the station raises her brows and then smiles.

“John Price?” she asks cheerily.

“Yes.”

“You’re the other father, then,” she says. “Good that you could make it. Kyle seems to be out of surgery by now, I’ll get someone to pick you up and take you to him.”

The short wait time while she flags down another nurse feels like standing on hot coals. John checks his phone again – Dotty hasn’t replied anything yet, but she also hasn’t called again so things can’t be going too badly. He walks back and forth, goes to wash his hands in the restroom, and then goes back to pace in front of the station.

“John?” he hears and perks up. A dark-skinned woman walks up to him with a smile. “I’m Najin, come this way.”

“Thank you— is he alright? I tried to get here as soon as I could—” John trails off, feeling vaguely ashamed.

“He did mention you were probably breaking a couple international air traffic laws to get here,” Najin chuckles. “He’s alright. The surgery went well and he’s expected to have a full recovery. Your daughter is also healthy.”

John nods and tries to remember how to breathe.

They walk down the hallway, until Najin slows down in front of one of the doors, which then opens and out steps Dorothy, about to leave the room.

“John!” she exclaims and then John has his arms full of Kyle’s sister as she jumps in his embrace. “You made it!”

“Thank you, Dotty,” is all John is able to choke out, squeezing her closer.

“Of course,” Dorothy says and pats his back, pulling back, and now that John can see her face properly, her eyes are a little bit puffy. “I’m going to get some coffee. Go meet your kid. She’s mad cute.”

“Alright,” John manages.

“Kyle fell asleep a while ago, poor guy’s knackered,” Dorothy addresses Najin, who nods, and she pats her on the shoulder as she walks off – John assumes they probably know each other, perhaps former coworkers or school friends. “See you soon.”

Najin walks him into the room, where John’s eyes first zero in on Kyle’s sleeping form. He wonders if the explosion of affection in his chest will ever go away – he hopes not. Kyle looks exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, and guilt worms its way in his thoughts again.

“Sir,” Najin reminds him, “this way.”

And then John lays his eyes on Rosanna Garrick Price.

He walks slowly to the see-through crib, where the smallest baby he’s ever seen sleeps soundly, snuffling in her sleep.

He can’t quite describe the emotion. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

“She’s…” he whispers, “small.”

“She is premature,” Najin smiles. “But she’ll start growing before you even notice.” She then touches his arm and says warmly: “Congratulations, you’re a father.”

That finally breaks the dam.

The first sob takes him nearly by surprise. The second less so – soon enough he’s bending over the crib, tears running down his cheeks as he tries to catch his breath. Najin’s smile widens and she rubs his arm in comfort.

“Can I hold her?” John manages between his hiccuping sobs.

“Of course,” Najin says, “do you want me to show you how?”

John nods – he knows how to hold babies, but his brain feels wiped clean as he stares down at his daughter. Najin helps the baby in his arms, making sure he’s supporting her neck, and then John suddenly finds his arms full of his child.

He’s always been good with his hands. They’re calloused from work, used to the weight of a gun or a knife, scarred from ropes and wires. Dependable, fast, swift.

He thought his hands had found their calling holding a weapon.

He’s never been so wrong.

A new purpose opens her eyes in his arms and squints up at him for a moment – and then she sighs and burrows closer to his chest.

This does not help with the tears.

Najin leaves his side to check up on Kyle. John is only vaguely aware of her moving, so fixated on little Rosie. He rocks her a little back and forth, staring at her in awed silence. He’s never really been a crier, he thinks absent-mindedly, but apparently once the tears started falling he can’t stop them now. Every time he looks at her face, his chest constricts with an emotion that he doesn’t know he has ever felt before.

Dear god, he has loved before. He loves Kyle more than he can count the stars in the sky, he loves his team, he’s loved people he has lost. He thought he knew the limits of it, until Kyle came into his life, and when he thought he had felt it all in full, here comes this little wonder and surprises him again.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispers to her, “I can tell already.”

Rosie merely huffs at him. He guesses he deserves it, disturbing her beauty sleep.

And oh, she is a beauty. She’s a bit wrinkly, as newborns are, her little face scrunched up as she concentrates on stealing his heart with every single breath, probably dreaming of her world domination once she wraps him around her tiny pinky finger.

“Sir?” Najin calls out to him.

John hums, acknowledging he’s heard her.

“Kyle will probably be asleep for a while, but nothing seems wrong here, so I’ll leave you two for now. If anything comes up, don’t hesitate to call on us.”

“Thank you,” John says, finally tearing his gaze from Rosanna to meet Najin’s wide grin. “Sorry for, uh…” He lets out a shuddering laugh. “The mess.”

“It’s alright,” Najin laughs. “Best part of the job. Have a nice evening, sir.”

“Thank you, again,” John replies earnestly, and Najin leaves with a friendly wave.

John looks down at Rosie again. Tears well up in his eyes once more and he can’t help but laugh.

“You’re probably the first girl to make me cry like this,” he chuckles and then sniffles, trying to gather himself. “Let’s go wait for your dad to wake up, alright?” He then pauses and frowns as a thought suddenly occurs.

“I didn’t introduce myself to you, did I?” He wipes her tiny cheek with the tip of his finger. “I’m your Da.” A smile breaks on his face again. “Nice to meet you, princess. Let’s hope you get your looks from your Dad and not me.” Another pause. “Don’t tell him I said that, alright?”

Rosanna’s nose twitches in agreement.

John sits on Kyle’s bed, careful not to jostle either him or Rosanna. He looks over to his sleeping partner.

What is he going to say? There is no gratitude, no apology, no atonement or glory great enough. Kyle has given him everything. There is nothing without him. He is nothing without him. How does one express that? How can he ever express how he feels right now, how Kyle has turned his world upside down with this blessing? There are no words for this – perhaps there are poets who could speak it into being, but all John knows is that there is a fire inside him that won’t go out.

So he waits, holds little Rosie in his arms and waits.

At some point the sheets rustle as Kyle shifts, and John gets to watch his lashes flutter as he fights his way to wakefulness.

“Hey,” John whispers. Kyle cracks an eye open.

“Hi,” he replies, voice raspy. “You made it.”

For a moment John wonders how to speak it into being, this feeling that surges inside him like a rising tide.

Before he can come up with a reply, Rosie wiggles in his arms. He looks down at her and—

“Bloody hell, I haven’t stopped crying since I saw her,” John chokes out. “Every time I look at her, I just…”

“Break open all over again? Yeah,” Kyle chuckles, and as John turns back to him with tears streaming down his cheeks, Kyle’s smile has widened to a proud grin.

“I love you,” is what comes out of John’s mouth, and Kyle’s expression slacks to one of surprise – and it is rare that he’s able to drag the words out of his mouth, but there simply is nothing else to say. “I love you, alright? I am nothing without you, and I’m so proud of you.” He leans in carefully to press a soft kiss on Kyle’s forehead, trying not to jostle Rosie too much, and when he pulls back, Kyle brings his hand to John’s cheek to wipe away his tears. John leans into the touch, closing his eyes for just a second.

“You better be,” Kyle says, and his voice is so soothing, as exhausted as he sounds. “I did that all by myself.”

John kisses his palm.

“That you did.”

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thelaisydazy · 1 month

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I wanna hear what are your thoughts on Medieval AU for 141. If you have any. If not it's ok ignore things.

But I wanna see what you got. Because I love that AU. Thank you. Love you lots sending love ✨💕

Rosie. ROSIE!!! You have no idea what you’re doing to me. I’m a DnD nerd who grew up on Ren Faires and the movies Legend and The Last Unicorn. I’m SO here for a medieval AU!!!!

I’m foaming at the mouth.

Picture it.

You’re a young royal. Your kingdom is on the brink of war and your father, the king, sends you away with his most trusted captain, Sir John Price. Of course, two heads are better than one and Sir Price brings along his newly knighted protege, Sir Kyle Garrick.

The knights take you across the kingdom, meeting a retired knight turned blacksmith who only goes by Ghost and a Highlander from the MacTavish clan along the way.

#call of duty #cod #141 x reader #medieval au #medieval!141 #dazy speaks #cod fanfic

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 9 months

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Star-crossed in the Crosshairs (John Price x Reader)

Chapter 1: It's Bigger Than You

Fic Summary: This mission is the pinnacle of your efforts for the past three years. Your whole team and yourself have worked countless hours, slaughtered hundreds, risked life and limb for scraps of intel, and now it all boiled down to pairing up with another taskforce to get this job done and dusted. An unexpected spanner in the works comes in the form of your best friend, now also a Captain and somehow resurrected from his KIA status, John Price.

You can't afford to let feelings - old and new - get in the way of your purpose. No matter how much you've missed, wished for, loved him, and no matter how much he might feel the same.

Content warnings: Usual COD content (violence, torture, death, guns), mutual pining, back from the dead, friends to allies to lovers

Reader is GN, some use of Y/N.

Masterlist // AO3 Version // Chapter 2

The long term was drawing to a close, ultimately. More and more of the covert ops were starting to bring up more details that bore fruit in the form of puzzle pieces, all the same colour and shape so that putting the fragments together was a near impossible ordeal. But your team had finally made connections, threads of red stabbed into satellite images, maps, and post-its with scribbled intel, ready to be uploaded to the higher ups overseeing your dirty work.

Your team was not the only one to make headway against this new threat. Which is why you were all loaded into a heli, shipped to your new temporary home bordering Russia to pair up with another taskforce.

Taskforce Banshee was eager to work with the 141. You’d been briefed names, not faces, and delivered those to your subordinates who teemed with delight – especially Crash who was eager to meet with someone she’d trained with upon entering the armed forces.

You hid your reluctance well. You weren’t ungrateful for reinforcements, especially from an elite squad of soldiers whose names rang clear with reputations earned in the blood of a thousand. But one of those names conjured an image, and it did not have to travel deep into the archives of your memories, since you had been offered a gentle reprieve between punches from some cocksure wannabe torturer not one month prior. As you spat in your captor’s eye, that image had appeared in your head to comfort you. It was far from your end, but it seemed to rub balm over your mind as it grew dizzy with the wonder that perhaps he’d done the same when he was in this same position: captured whilst assuring their team’s escape. So when you were discharged officially and ready for active duty, and Chief Laswell said the name of the man whose memory had comforted you in your closest interaction with your own death, you were not best pleased. Your ribs were healed enough for you to join your team for this collaboration. But they ached around your sternum with the remembrance of the man you would have laid your life down for.

The heli jolted its passengers, though you all maintained composure besides an exchange of raised brows. Stepping off onto solid tarmac was much appreciated. You were met by a younger man, classic London charm in a baseball cap and tac vest.

“Sergeant Kyle Garrick,” He offered you his hand first, “Call me Gaz.”

You introduced yourself, without an additional nickname - the one you’d been assigned by your squad was lost many years ago, in transfers and promotions. Then came your team who shook hands with the Sergeant as you role-called: Sergeant Rosie “Crash” Simmonds, Sergeant Grant “Bronze” Ray, and Second Lieutenant Lucia “Chance” Halloway. Although Rosie needed no introduction. She and Garrick entered into a brief but elaborate looking handshake before bumping chests with broad grins. You liked that about Rosie. She had a good sense of humour, made you feel a half a decade younger. Not quite the entire decade. Precious few people could bring that version of you out. But she made your life a bit brighter, and it was an honour to mentor her.

“We’re starting briefing in a few. I’ll take you right there.”

He walked with a brisk pace, effectively flushing the stiff joints

As much as you’d rehearsed this in your head, it didn’t stop your ears from feeling like they were stuffed with cotton wool.

Your captured essence of John Price, back when you were both fresh meat with hardly any hairs on his chin worth keeping around, vanished and was replaced by the man he’d become. His body had bulked up beneath the uniform, his features framed by facial hair that finally connected moustache to beard.

He was leaning over the room’s table, one hand to balance his inclined weight and the other pointing at the centre of the paperwork gathered for this mission. At the sound of the door opening, he’d turned his head ninety degrees right to meet the gaze of all who entered. He was looking directly at you, his eyes in the shadow thrown by the brim of his boonie.

You only stared at him for a second. It was long enough for the room to notice, you feared. So you resumed your business-like appearance to the best of your acting ability.

“Captain,” and you reached out to shake his hand.

Blinking three times in quick succession, John Price accepted with a firm grasp in a fingerless glove.

“Captain,” He repeated after you, his voice like dark roasted coffee. He only gave your hand a single shake. Yet it still managed to send shockwaves up through your muscles and reverberated against your bones whilst, in their bulky uniforms, Taskforce Banshee shuffled around into position, chair legs screeching along the floor before they took up their manilla folders. You had your own handed to you by Captain Price. Your head despised how his forefinger reached out to brush against yours, like Hannibal Lector had done in his final meeting with Clarice Starling, against the wills of everyone else in that prison. However your heart leapt into your throat at the accidental touch, and you had to clear it a little harshly to ensure you could talk through it before the briefing started.

Price went first, introducing the other members of his team: Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish and Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley. Your team replied with their own names, probably hoping for this section of the briefing to be over before someone suggested they tell each other a fun fact about themselves to aid bonding. Thankfully, Price took back over and began explaining the intel he and his team had uncovered. You recounted it in your mind from what you’d seen before, trying not to breathe in the cedarwood beard oil that matched an all too familiar aftershave.

You spoke next, after Price smoothly handed the subject to you, briefly about the history of this project. Then you delegated to Bronze who had completed his last mission solo and discovered the info that clinched this entire operation together. He informed everyone about the name that had sporadically popped up in the background noise of missions over the years: Jaromir Čiernik. How, over a period of years and months, he’d built up his terrorist portfolio over in the three countries he’d earned residence: Russia, Belarus, and Odristan (his place of birth and comfort zone). He’d only slipped under the radar due to his many precautions and wide spread net of contacts and aliases. Except last week, he’d grown impatient, tripped on his ego enough for your team to force entry into this new cell.

The meeting looped back to you and the plan to poison this organisation against itself. You’d made with your taskforce in mind but modifications were included to best make use of your new allies in 141. Speaking of which, your gracious hosts were delightful audience participants: Ghost offering a single nod, while Gaz and Soap offered their compliments to the detail without speaking over you.

After a thorough ten minutes, you made it to your closing statement and your offer: “Any questions?”

A few head shakes were sent your way, eyes still on the written details or the map on the big screen.

Price took hold of the two straps of his vest, addressing Taskforce Banshee: “My men will show you to your quarters. Heli leaves at 1800 hours. See you there.”

With the meeting closed, the door to the room was opened. Your team filed out after their hosts, though you noted Chance lingering a few feet behind and watching you shuffle your papers back into its file.

“Something the matter?” You prompted, openly, not interrogatively.

Chance’s eyes flicked over to Captain Price for a split second then returned to you: “Nothing, Cap.”

You nodded, filing this conversation as something to address before leaving at six, and watched the door close behind her. Out your back pocket, you tapped on your work phone an alarm for twenty minutes before launch.

“Y/N?”

Your lungs were still and holding you ramrod straight on your suddenly unsteady feet. If you dared to let even a hint of personal feelings out of its cage, you would be ruined for this mission and you couldn’t let that happen. Not to you, your team, the innocents who would lose everything and not even know your name to blame you for it. So you took the greatest amount of care to face Price with all composure maintained inside and out.

His hat was on the table besides the laptop, his eyes bluer now they were out of the shadow. It was a blow to see him again, but to see him with the full eight years on his face, each grey hair that flecked his strong brown beard, the sparse ones that lined against his temples, and more sprouting along the hairline that had shot back a centimetre. Crow’s feet carved against his eyes, brackets from his nose shielding his mouth beneath the beard. Which meant he still smiled the same, and he had done so often in the gap since you’d seen him.

The freckle, off-centre near the end of his nose, caught your attention, and your geeky younger self’s desire to kiss it reared its ugly and humiliating head, spawning right next to your thundering heart. The sound of which, you hoped, was muted beneath your protective layers, and you hoped that John didn’t realise how much energy you were spending on soaking up his presence again like a lovesick teen.

He cleared his throat, “I think I should explain-”

“It’s good to see you again.”

You didn’t mean to interrupt what was likely a well-rehearsed speech, your eyes wide to take him in in his entirety.

But you meant what you’d said. There was no part of you that felt anger at his sudden resurrection. Only relief that your wishes to see him once more had been granted, and melancholy at all the time you’d lost and would not be able to recapture or resume until this mission was far in the rear view mirror. If only this mission was the kind where everyone walked away.

He was still, watching you, his hand frozen two inches raised from his side and you realised that he had gone to reach for you. You didn’t back away, trusting that he wouldn’t do that to you after all that you’d gone through, his fault or otherwise.

Finally, he replied, “You too.” And his hand lowered cautiously back to his side.

You gave him a quick nod then spun on your heel to leave the office. The echo breadcrumb clues of footsteps and mild chatter led you back to your team who were just entering their respective rooms.

“Yours is up here, Captain,” Gaz said with an arm out to indicate his direction.

The spare quarters were just down the corridor and to the right, your rank allowing you the privacy of a room to yourself – if only for the time you needed to prepare yourself for this mission. You thanked the Sergeant, finding your belongings already dumped in the corner.

The lock twisted in the door handle, darkness collapsing behind you. A breath slid out of your mouth with a whine. Your hand snapped up and pressed your palm to your lips, a silencer to the bullet that burst through your chest, as raw as the day they told you Price was KIA. How you’d wept silently and unknowingly at an empty grave, poured a drink to it and hid in shame from other visitors to the graveyard, as if your grief was an embarrassment. A decade’s worth of recuperation, dashed to pieces like a ship on rocks, and you were taking water fast, sinking down against the weak door. If anyone heard this distress, they could easily kick the door in, and they would see you in your moment of weakness.

The room was shrinking against your efforts to see the corners of it. Boots stiff and dusty, you planted them down with your knees bent for ease. You began forcing yourself to breath slow by blocking your airways for set amounts of seconds, counting down each second as accurate as a timer.

Using the door to support yourself, you pushed up into standing and closed your eyes. Your mind brought forth a picture of your posture, your position, and everything that hung from you. It began to adjust itself. Your shaking hands steadied out from wrist to fingertip. Spine aligned, hips adjusted, ready to carry half your weight in gear, you stopped timing your breathing and went on with your pre-mission routine: brushing your teeth, flossing, final deodorant checks, quick piss.

Then your phone buzzed with the alarm. You silenced it fast then turned it off completely. You knocked at the doors of your subordinates, all waiting for your go-ahead, then you made your way back to the tarmac.

Drawing up to the heli, you found Soap with a large crate that he was just crow-barring open. Brimming with the weapons necessary for your future, and he was letting your team take their pick first.

“Cheers,” Bronze said, and the rest of the team – yourself included – echoed the sentiment as you loaded up.

The M13 found itself in your gloved hands, taking it apart and putting it back together like pieces in a Lego set. If you’d allowed it to become a coping mechanism, rather than a day-to-day task, it might’ve allowed you to ignore the rest of 141 joining you for their canisters of tear gas and grenades.

“How’d you know what the Captain likes?” Crash cracked, and Soap seemed to glow under the wit.

Then, for the first time, Ghost spoke: “Price organised it.”

Anyone could tell the portion of silence that followed was the awkward kind, but you just continued loading your weapons, not lurking on what Ghost had said (and implied).

“Chance?” Your head tilted back once you caught her eye. Checking the chamber of her M21, she followed you back into the hanger, though you kept in sight so that the others would know you weren’t late.

“What did you want to ask me earlier?” You asked, loud enough to be heard over the propellors but not so that anyone else could hear.

Shifting her weight onto her left hip, Chance glanced back at the teams assembling before the belly of the heli before turning back to you: “You met Captain Price before, right?”

As calmly and nonchalantly as you could muster, you answered: “Yes, why?”

“Just seemed like you knew each other. No introductions, you know?”

“Hmmm,” You tried not to avoid eye contact nor stare for too long, “We worked together in the army. Briefly.”

That last word caused Chance’s right brow to quirk up. Too much effort to seem effortless on your part. But she accepted this and no other follow-ups when you asked if there were any. She wasn’t questioning you or your authority or your judgement. In fact, you were happy she asked. It kept almost kept you in check, ensured your team understood your rationale and trusted your decisions as their leader. Still you had no clue why your cortisol levels were rising at the idea of your team knowing the answer to that question.

It'd have to be filed with the other doubts you had about your role as a Captain, the ones you kept to yourself, only to be challenged with your therapist on the other end of the phone once or twice a month.

You wondered when you would speak with them, but you knew you would definitely discuss seeing Price again.

The other had loaded themselves onto the heli during that private chat, so you went and found yourself your seat beside Crash. She didn’t acknowledge you, too busy engaging eagerly with Gaz, and you didn’t hide the fond smile that sight caused.

At five to six, the heli closed itself up and the propellers kicked into high gear, the lift off causing your stomach to drop an inch despite knowing full well what was happening. You rubbed a fingertip beneath your watch, swiping the sweat from the inked skin underneath. One of these days, you’d pull that watch off and your tattoo would be distorted by the impression left behind – now as permanent as each other.

“Good?” Bronze said on your right.

As you turned your head, you tried not to focus on the boonie hat that tempted in your sightlines opposite you. This was the culmination of countless efforts. It was your responsibility to get your team through this, to give your lives to keep the world spinning for a few minutes longer. Not some retreat to reconnect with your risen-from-the-dead best friend. He would not be a distraction. He would be an ally, and nothing more.

You tapped your fist to Bronze’s, “Solid.”

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AN: Hello and welcome to another series I'm writing. But I have this one half finished so I'm dead set on getting this one completed, especially since it's one near and dear to my heart.

Thank you to @mockerycrow for your permission to use your post/now a fic as inspiration! I'm running away with it, and I'll come back to see what you do with it too! Make sure you send them some love for their updates <3

Final note, if you wanna be tagged, talk to me about this fic or any others, or even request a fic/update on this, inbox me! I'd love to talk more COD content, and the more you talk to me, the more likely I'll post sooner!

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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A/n: All Call Of Duty fics.

Key:

-💋:Smut

Russel Adler:

::Fics::

✨: A welcomed Mistake.

✨: A welcomed Mistake || Pt2 ||-💋

✨: Would you like to put the star on the very top of the tree?

Ronald Daniels:

✨: tall buff characters that are actually gentle giants

Joseph Turner:

✨: Be The One You Need-💋

William Pierson:

✨:Just being a dad

Alejandro Vargas:

::Fics::

✨: Too Cold

✨:Cabin Sex-💋

✨:Five Times Kissed

✨: Jealousy.

✨:Not Jealous-💋

✨:You ride my face,or you don’t get off-💋

✨: Short + Tall

✨:Snow ball fight

✨:You look good in that suite- 💋

✨:I would die for her

✨:Secret Santa- 💋

✨:

:Headcanons:

💕:Alejandro as a protective girl dad and his daughter wanting to be in the Mexican special forces.

💕: Alejandro as a father.

💕: Being over Stimulated.

💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s

💕: How would the COD boys react to Y/N having nipple piercings?

💕:

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

::Fics::

✨: Rosy Cheeks

✨:Alone

✨:Wrapped in a soft blanket.

✨:Helping with a sickness.

✨: Did you spike the eggnog again?

✨:I’m not sick.

✨:I’ll be better than my father.

✨: Bedroom Cuddles.

✨: The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today -💋

✨: Christmas shenanigans under the tree- 💋

✨:Off Limits.

✨:

:Headcanons:

💕: chase me through the woods and if you catch me you can have me -💋

💕:Being over Stimulated.-💋

💕:First Christmas with the 141 boys.

💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s

💕:

Rodolfo Parra:

::Fics::

✨: Leaves

✨: dance of the sugar plum fairy

✨:I’ll take care of you.

✨:

:Headcanons:

💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s

💕: How would the COD boys react to Y/N having nipple piercings?

💕:

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

::Fics::

✨: Flannel Season

✨: The best kind of hugs

✨:Breasts are my favorite things to nibble on-💋

✨:141 x reader where they cheat? And the reader moves on and they regret it?

✨: It’s time for hand turkey’s everyone.” “FUCK YES!!”

✨:

:Headcanons:

💕: Being over Stimulated. 💋

💕:First Christmas with the 141 boys.

💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s

💕:Johnny with a breeding Kink.

💕:

Philip Graves:

::Fics::

✨: Saved From a Shitty Date

✨:Thanksgiving Dinner-💋

✨:Hero

✨:141 x reader where they cheat? And the reader moves on and they regret it?

✨:Very Naughty- 💋

✨: Gonna be a dad

✨:

:Headcanons:

💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s

💕:

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

::Fics::

✨: You’re safe

✨:141 x reader where they cheat? And the reader moves on and they regret it?

✨:

:Headcanons:

💕:First Christmas with the 141 boys.

💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s

💕:

John Price

::Fics::

✨: hanging up the Christmas lights

✨: Risky Business

✨:Warmth bath.

✨: He’s a silver fox.

✨:

:Headcanons:

💕:First Christmas with the 141 boys.

💕:Kisses under the mistletoe with the 141 boy’s

💕: How would the COD boys react to Y/N having nipple piercings?

💕:

Alex Keller

::Fics::

✨: Walking in the dark to see festive light displays

✨:Injured Confession.

✨:

:Headcanons:

💕:

König

::Fics::

✨: Helping with a sickness.

✨:Doctor! Doctor

✨:König where it’s his s/o’s birthday?

✨:

:Headcanons:

💕: chase me through the woods and if you catch me you can have me- 💋

💕:As a father.

💕: König with have a praise kink and size kink.- 💋

💕: How would the COD boys react to Y/N having nipple piercings?

💕:

#drabbles #drabble #imagines #hc #smut #call of duty x you #call of duty x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty cold war #call of duty ww2 #call of duty wwii

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Masterlist

Headcanons:

•Random Headcanons #1 (König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Gary "Roach" Sanderson)

•Random Headcanons #2 (Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Phillip Graves)

•Random Headcanons #3 (John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley)

•Teacher AU Headcanons #1 (John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach" Sanderson)

•Teacher AU extra

•Teacher AU Headcanons #2 (Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, König)

Incorrect Quotes:

•Incorrect Quote #1 — Favourites (John “Soap“ MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz“ Garrick, Gary “Roach“ Sanderson)

•Incorrect Quote #2 — Bugs (John Price, Gary “Roach” Sanderson)

•Incorrect Quote #3 — A peaceful morning (Simon “Ghost” Riley, Gary “Roach” Sanderson, Rookies)

•Incorrect Quote #4 — Gaz's death (John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick)

•Incorrect Quote #5 — Good Morning (Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Shepherd)

•Incorrect Quote #6 — A different Morning (Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin, König)

•Incorrect Quote #7 — Pokémon (Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin, König, Recruits)

Art:

•Hazbin Hotel Doodles (Alastor, Husk, Angel Dust, Rosie, Niffty, Lucifer)

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angelltheninth · 3 years

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Fandom and Character Masterlist

I get a lot of questions asking what fandoms and characters I write for, and while these aren't all of them these are the ones I'm in the most right now

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Cherry Bomb, Valentino, Vox, Velvet, Rosie, Lucifer, Blitzo, Stolas, Striker

Arcane

Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Ekko, Sevika, Silco, Marcus, Finn, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Ambessa Medarda, Cassandra Kiramman, Enforcer Grayson

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Yuuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugusaki, Maki Zenin, Gojo Satoru, Yuta Okkotsu, Geto Suguru, Haruta Shigemo, Mahito, Junpei Yoshino, Choso, Toji Fushiguro

Tokyo Revengers

Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano, Shinichirou Sano, Ken "Draken" Ryuuguuji, Tetta Kisaki, Baji Keisuke, Kazutora Hanemiya, Takashi "Taka" Mitsuya, Chifuyu Matsuno, Seishuu "Inupi" Inui, Rindou Haitani, Hajime "Koko" Kokonoi

Boku no Hero Academia

Keigo Takami, Bakugo Katsuki, Izuku Midoriya, Dabi, Shoto Todoroki, Eijirou Kirishima, Aizawa Shouta, Tomura Shigaraki, Hitoshi Shinsou, Mirio Toogata

Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra

Aang, Katara, Sokka, Zuko, Suki, Azula, Ty Lee, Mei, Jet, Korra, Asami Sato, Mako, Bolin, Kya II, Lin, Kuvira

Haikyuu

Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Daichi Sawamura, Yu Nishinoya, Koshi Sugawara, Ittetsu Takeda, Keishin Ukai, Tetsuro Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Morisuke Yaku, Toru Oikawa, Shigeru Yahaba, Kaname Moniwa, Takanobu Aone, Kanji Koganegawa, Kenji Futakuchi, Kotaro Bokuto, Akinori Konoha, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Eita Semi, Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Shinsuke Kita, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Rintaro Suna, Aran Ojiro

Blue Lock

Bachira Meguru, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Chigiri Hyoma, Rensuke Kunigami, Reo Mikage, Yoichi Isagi, Nagi Seishirou, Michael Kaiser, Tabito Karasu

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Rey, Kylo Ren, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Darth Maul, Poe Dameron, Finn, Cassian Andor, Rex, Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, Cody, Shin Hati

Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas

Valorant

Yoru, Phoenix, Harbor, Reyna, Jett, Fade, Chamber, Viper, Skye, Deadlock, Iso

Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Leona Kingscholar, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt, Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel

Obey Me

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Raphael, Simeon, Mephistopheles, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon

Honkai Star Rail

Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Himeko, Sampo, Caelus, Gepard, Bronya, Serval, Welt, Kafka, Stelle, Luocha, Yukong, Fe Xuan, Luka, Argenti, Veritas Ratio, Gallagher, Aventurine

Tears of Themis

Luke Pearce, Artem Wing, Vyn Richter, Marius von Hagen

Genshin Impact

Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Gorou, Thoma, Ayato, Xiao, Al-Haitham, Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari, Scaramouche, Dottore, Pantalone, Pierro, Childe, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Zhongli

Avatar Movies

Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'Tey, Miles Quaritch, Aonung, Tonowari

Trigun

Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Millions Knives

A Song of Ice and Fire

Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Harwin Strong, Larys Strong, Jon Snow

Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Connor Kent, Hal Jordan, Oliver Queen, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Diana Prince, Selina Kyle, Harley Quinn, Tim Drake, Wally West, Garfield Logan, John Constantine

Marvel

Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Namor, Shuri, Bruce Banner, Thor, Loki, Druig, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, James "Logan" Howlett, Scott Summers, Remy Lebeau, Kurt Wagner, Stephen Strange, Carol Danvers, M'Baku, Peter Parker, Venom, King Valkyrie, Shang-Chi, Matt Murdock, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Peter Quill, Adam Warlock

Spiderverse

Miguel O'Hara, Peter B. Parker, Spider-man Noir, Gwen Stacy, Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar

#fandom masterlist #character masterlist #masterlist

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Simon-Anthony Rhoden takes on the role of Lola and Emmerdale star Verity Rushworth joins the cast as Lauren in West End hit KINKY BOOTS, which extends until Saturday 24th March 2018

Kinky Boots, the winner of every major Best Musical award, is pleased to announce that Simon-Anthony Rhoden will take on the role of Lola and Verity Rushworth, popular with TV viewers for her role as Donna Windsor in ITV’s Emmerdale, will star as Lauren from Monday 10 July 2017. Kinky Boots, which recently played its 700th performance at London’s Adelphi Theatre, today also announces the opening of a new booking period until Saturday 24 March 2018, with tickets on sale from Friday 5 May 2017.

Also joining Kinky Boots from Monday 10 July 2017 will be Jed Berry, Momar Diagne, Lauren Drew, Dale Evans, Jordan Fox, Rosie Glossop, Keith Higham, Ben Jennings, Georgia Louise, Emma Odell, Antony Reed and Tom Scanlon.

Continuing with the show are current cast members David Hunter (Charlie Price), Alan Mehdizadeh (Don), Cordelia Farnworth (Nicola), Michael Hobbs (George), Suzie McAdam, Jemal Felix, George Grayson, Robert Grose, Melissa Jacques, Robert Jones, Jane Milligan, Robin Mills, Sean Needham, Jon Reynolds and Dominic Tribuzio.

Matt Henry (Lola) and Elena Skye (Lauren) will play their final performances on Saturday 8 July 2017. Kinky Boots at the Adelphi Theatre has become a favourite with UK theatregoers having won three Olivier Awards for Best New Musical, Best Costume Design and Best Actor in a Musical for Matt Henry who plays Lola. Kinky Boots also won the London Evening Standard BBC Radio 2 Audience Award for Best Musical as well as three WhatsOnStage Awards for Best New Musical, Best Actor in a Musical and Best Choreography.

With a book by Broadway legend and four-time Tony® Award-winner Harvey Fierstein (La Cage aux Folles), and songs by Grammy® and Tony® winning pop icon Cyndi Lauper, this joyous musical celebration is about the friendships we discover, and the belief that you can change the world when you change your mind.

Inspired by true events, Kinky Boots takes you from a gentlemen’s shoe factory in Northampton to the glamorous catwalks of Milan. Charlie Price is struggling to live up to his father’s expectations and continue the family business of Price & Son. With the factory’s future hanging in the balance, help arrives in the unlikely but spectacular form of Lola, a fabulous performer in need of some sturdy new stilettos.

Ensemble in Kinky Boots – credit Helen Maybanks

With direction and choreography by two-time Tony® Award-winner Jerry Mitchell (Legally Blonde, Hairspray), Kinky Boots is the winner of every major Best Musical award including three Olivier Awards, three WhatsOnStage Awards as well as six Broadway Tony® Awards.

Simon-Anthony Rhoden (Lola) is currently the understudy for Lola in Kinky Boots (Adelphi Theatre). His theatre credits include Ash in Marianne (New Wimbledon Theatre); Devon in Married to the Game (Theatre 503); Man in If I Should Stay (Soho); Lance in Beauty’s Legacy (The Keeper’s Daughter); Jim Conley in Parade (Edinburgh Fringe). Television credits include Let it Snow, and Simon-Anthony has also appeared on film in 2 Birds and a Wrench and Blue.

David Hunter (Charlie Price) has numerous theatre credits including Guy in Once (Phoenix Theatre); One Man, Two Guvnors (National Theatre, Adelphi and UK tour); Tommy (Prince Edward), Seussical (Arts); The Hired Man (Leicester Curve and Colchester Mercury); Pub (The Royal Exchange); Spinach (The Royal Exchange) and The Mayor of Zalamea (Liverpool Everyman). In 2012 David reached the semi-finals of ITV’s Superstar, competing to play the role of Jesus in Jesus Christ Superstar. As the front man of Pop/Rock band Reemer, he has earned huge support slots playing alongside The Feeling, Scouting for Girls and McFly on their UK arena tour.

Verity Rushworth (Lauren) has multiple theatre credits which include Vera Claythorne in And Then There Were None (UK tour); Velma Kelly in Chicago (Leicester Curve); Penny Lane in Carnaby Street the Musical (UK tour); Beth and Meg in Merrily We Roll Along (Theatr Clwyd); The Girl in The Seven Year Itch (Salisbury Playhouse); Grace Farrell in Annie (West Yorkshire Playhouse); Maria Rainer in The Sound of Music (UK tour); Sophie in Departure Lounge (Waterloo East); and her West End debut as Penny Pingleton in Hairspray (Shaftesbury). At the age of 12, Verity landed the role of Donna Windsor in Emmerdale (ITV), a role which she played for over 11 years. Verity recently returned to reprise her role as Donna for a dramatic and final award-winning five month stint.

Alan Mehdizadeh (Don) has appeared on stage in Billy Elliot the Musical (Victoria Palace, including the live cinema broadcast, DVD release, and 10th-anniversary gala performance); Swap! (UK tour); The Incredible Book Eating Boy (The MAC Belfast and Cahoots NI); Robin Hood (Marlowe Theatre, Canterbury); Jack and the Beanstalk (Theatre Royal, Bury St Edmunds); Watership Down (Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre); Much Ado About Nothing (UK tour) and Reg in Table Manners (What Was That Productions). Alan has also appeared on television in Grange Hill (BBC).

Cordelia Farnworth (Nicola) has extensive theatre credits including Sunset Boulevard (London Coliseum); Ultimate Broadway Shanghai (GWB Entertainment); Rock of Ages (UK tour, Shaftesbury Theatre and Garrick Theatre); Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (Cliffs Pavillion); The Wizard of Oz (Larnaka Patticion Ampitheatre) and Mamma Mia! (Prince of Wales and international tour). Credits whilst training: Copacabana and Hot Mikado. Her film credits include Beauty and the Beast (Mandeville Films).

Michael Hobbs (George) has appeared on stage in Darling of the Day (Union Theatre); Radio Times (Watermill Theatre); Aladdin (Salisbury Playhouse); Who Ate all the Pies (Ladida Productions) and Johnny Johnson (Lost Musicals). Michael has also appeared on screen in A Fairytale of London Town (Mutt & Jeff Pictures) and My Week With Marilyn (Trademark Films).

Kinky Boots is produced by Daryl Roth and Hal Luftig, James L. Nederlander, Terry Allen Kramer, Playful Productions, CJ E&M, Jayne Baron Sherman, Just for Laughs Theatricals/Judith Ann Abrams, Yasuhiro Kawana, Jane Bergère, Allan S. Gordon & Adam S. Gordon, Ken Davenport, Hunter Arnold, Lucy and Phil Suarez, Bryan Bantry, Ron Fierstein & Dorsey Regal, Independent Presenters Network, Jim Kierstead/Gregory Rae, BB Group/Christina Papagjika, Brian Smith/Tom & Connie Walsh, Warren Trepp, and Jujamcyn Theaters, in association with Cameron Mackintosh.

Book: Harvey Fierstein Composer & Lyricist: Cyndi Lauper Director & Choreographer: Jerry Mitchell Musical Supervision, Arranger & Orchestrator: Stephen Oremus Scenic Design: David Rockwell Costume Design: Gregg Barnes Lighting Design: Kenneth Posner Sound Design: John Shivers Hair Design: Josh Marquette Make-up Design: Randy Houston Mercer

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