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nkirukaj · 7 months

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I Want You, Simon

So here’s the deal, I’m in love with Simon Petrikov and I need more content of him existing in a romantic sense, so I’m writing a multi-part fic.

Pairing: Simon Petrikov x Fem! OC

Warnings: implied sexual feelings I guess?

Genre: Angst and Fluff I guess?

Word Count: 1.07k

(Sorry, I’ve never done this before lol)

Simon Petrikov was tired. Traveling the multiverse trying to save the world of his new adopted daughter and looking for the love of his life that had become a cosmic deity, Simon didn’t really know what to do with himself on th regular. He spent all this time being poked and prodded at his work/home, and since having weekly meetings with the Minerva bots, and moving to a more secluded area; he noticed that his restored sense of self didn’t cure his loneliness. Maybe it had something to do with him not leaving the house after moving, and not calling anyone? Eh, probably not, right? Everyone has their own issues to deal with, they didn’t need to be burdened with his.

Sitting on his couch finally watching something other than ‘Cheers’ is where he was when he got a call from his first adopted daughter, Marceline.

“Simon!” she said in that same warm tone she always used when speaking to him, it always made him smile

“Hi Marcy,”

“So I’m performing at the Candy Tavern tonight, you gotta come see me!”

“Of course Marcy, I wouldn’t miss it for anything!

“Great, I’ll have a surprise for you when you get there!”

“A surprise? Wait Marcy hold on-”

“K bye Simon, see you there!”

He slunched down into his couch knowing that whatever she had planned for him was something he was sure would throw him for a loop.

Walking through Ooo was a new experience every time he did it. On this walk, he noticed a butterfly with a happy face on it. It filled him with a sense of comfort, seeing it flutter.

When he arrived, he slipped through the crowd towards the bar and ordered his usual. Of course he was willing to support Marceline in any way that he could, but he wasn’t feeling as social lately. He scans the crowd to see all types of beings, non-humans and humans alike. After all this time, he still felt slightly out of place. Through the busy noise of the packed tavern and the dim lights, Simon was able to focus on the spotlit stage, and the sound of a finger tapping on the mic, center stage.

“Hello Candy people! You all know me! I’m Marceline the Vampire Queen”

Many cheers are heard throughout the venue “But for the first time ever, I will be performing with the wonderful and talented Samira!”

Simon’s eyes darted over to the woman ascending the stage stairs. Short with long, curly, black hair, brown skin and…thick. She wore a neon green crop top, with a slightly longer orange cropt top underneath, jean shorts and a black wired necklace.

“Hi, I’m Samira, you might know me, but I’m here to sing a Pre-Mushroom War song, backed up by the one and only Marceline!” Her voice was rich and smooth, not soft, but with a bit of a raspy quality that made her seem hard, while her words made her feel soft.

Simon’s eyes were wide and fixated on this mystery woman.

“Who is that?”

“Dude, she just said her name,”

Simon did not respond, only kept his eyes on this woman with a thickness he had never experienced.

“So let’s get this started!” Marceline shouted before strumming on her axe bass.

An employee removes the mic stand and Samira presses on her necklace and her voice echoes throughout the venue.

Welcome to your life

There's no turning back

Even while we sleep

We will find you

Acting on your best behaviour

Turn your back on Mother Nature

Everybody wants to rule the world

She sways her body to the music and his eyes can’t help but follow.

It's my own design

It's my own remorse

Help me to decide

Help me make the

Most of freedom and of pleasure

Nothing ever lasts forever

Everybody wants to rule the world

Thick, thick, thick. That’s all that was running through his mind. He felt his face go hot and his throat fill his collar. He tried loosening it with his finger, but it did not help. What is going on?

There's a room where the light won't find you

Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down

When they do, I'll be right behind you

So glad we've almost made it

So sad they had to fade it

Everybody wants to rule the world

I can't stand this indecision

Married with a lack of vision

Everybody wants to rule the—

Say that you'll never, never, never, never need it

One headline, why believe it?

Everybody wants to rule the world

All for freedom and for pleasure

Nothing ever lasts forever

Everybody wants to rule the world

The music fades out slowly and Samira stands center stage with Marceline as they bow together.

“Goodnight y’all!” Marcy shouts at the crowd

with another strum of her ax bass. Samira waves at the crowd and descends the stairs. Marceline plays her out.

“I love you Samira!!” Candy people shout “Samira!!”

Samira navigates the crowd, walking closer towards Simon, and he turns his face to hide the red overtaking it. She walks past him, slightly bumping his shoulder and doing a double take towards him that he doesn’t notice. And exiting the venue. Simon shivered from the touch. He lifts his head slowly reeling from either the performances or the drinks.

“So what’d you think Simon?” Marcy threw her arm around Simon’s shoulders

“Who was that?” He turned toward her and ran his hand through his hair

“Dude,” said the same Candy Person from before, “Is this guy listening?”

Marceline laughs “Who, Samira? She’s a friend of mine from the Human City. Surprised you’ve never seen her. I’ve been teaching her old songs but this is the first time I’ve played with her. She’s a really great singer, right?”

“Well yeah, but she’s so-“ he cuts himself off from not knowing what words to say

Marcy smirks and raises an eyebrow “She’s so what Simon?”

He shakes his head, as though to clear it. “Nevermind. I have to go. Great show.” He later Marcy on the back then scurries out the door.

The cool air greets him like an old friend, he basks in it, cleansing himself of the thoughts he’d had just a minute prior. After his fourth or fifth exhale, he felt a slight weight on his shoulder, and as he glanced at it, saw the same butterfly from earlier.

Chapter 2

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voidedleylines · 8 months

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FFXIV Write 2023 Day 14: Clear

Well i got the prompt and this *immediately* came to me like a gut punch so uh. Here it is lol.

In which the WoL accepts Emet-Selch's offer.

Enjoy!

Rating: T+ || no real CWs || AU: Canon-Divergence/ShB plot discussions.

It’s not at all what she expected as she stares into the vast, but still somehow homely, room. The bed is inviting, the shackles that hang from them, not so much.

There's a coldness that runs up her spine and Freyalin feels a burst of light burn up her throat. “Oh don't be so sensitive, you can ignore those,” he says. “For now anyway,” he adds after a pause.

She’s silent as she doesn't trust her voice right now. Her mind's racing and full of thoughts of guilt and grief and anger and pain. It's the right choice. This has to be the right choice. She’s too dangerous, too damaged to be around the ones she cares for. So she left in the middle of the night and found him here, taking his offer of solitude while she transforms from the inside out. Without invitation she sits at the edge of the bed and takes stock of how soft the blankets are.

She stares at him as he slunches at her. Arms crossed as they always are and face still locked in that disinterested way about him. His eyes though are what she catches, and for the first time since they've met, they've let their guard down and she can see it, see him - clear as day.

Something deep inside her bubbles, below her core and below the light making a mess of things. Her hand twitches involuntarily and she has to clench it before it reaches towards him.

He spots the movement and his eyebrows furrow deeper. He lets out a scoff and begins to move about the room, “Here is where you are to stay,” he goes into explaining, “Don't get bold and go exploring or whatever else it is you want to do. I don't want you exploding all over my home.”

Her face is set as she clenches her jaw. She's never met anyone as frustratingly confusing as him. She's only half listening as he begins to prattle on about more ‘rules’ he has for her when she finally snaps.

“What is the point of all of this, Emet-Selch,” she says. His name feels slightly wrong on her tongue. She swallows and feels the sizzle of it travel down her throat.

He pauses but says nothing.

Her chest is so hot it makes her head pound, her resolve slips as she continues, “why not just kill me now. Why go through all of this,” she gestures around the room, “I’m the monster you say I am, why not kill me before…” she hesitates, he seems to know her intentions anyway, “before I kill you.”

He laughs and it's wrong. It's bitter and it's infuriating. He walks closer to her and stands so he's directly above. He leans his head all the way down until they're inches apart. Again she sees his eyes. They're piercing into her, almost looking into her soul.

Something inside her lurches as the words out of her mouth before she stops it, “Hades.”

He lets out a choked gasp and leaps back, as if burned by her fire. His face twists into something mean, unhinged. “No,” he spits out, “you…what did you say,”

She shakes her head, “I-I don't know. It wasn’t. I didn’t-”

He walks up and grabs her wrist, digging into it with all his will. She cries out and that then makes her begin to cough. Light making its way out of her, the excess burns her hand as it falls into it.

When she comes too she notices the shackle around her wrist. For the first time panic sets in and if she's not careful she’ll throw up more light. “You can't do this,” she says. Wrist wiggling frantically against the metal.

“You no longer have a say of things. You…you monster, wretched thing,” he says. “You don't deserve to-” he cuts himself off, “you will stay here and rot like you deserve.”

His eyes shine with a rage that wasn't there at the start of this. The emotion deep down cries out and then dies, leaving a spot of cold surrounded by the acidic heat of light.

Emet-Selch turns and leaves her there, slamming the door as he does. She can no longer fight it as light pushes out of her and onto the floor. She groans as she again tries to break the chain, she lets out a yelp as the metal heats and burns her.

Defeated she moves until she's properly laying down, arm outstretched uncomfortably. There's a passing thought that she deserves this. All of it.

A coward. A monster. A naive girl who thought she could trust someone like whoever Emet-Selch was. She's paying for it now, and she will be until this poisoning overtakes her.

She thinks of Ryne of Thancred…of Minfilia. How disappointed they would be.

She thinks of Hien, who maybe always deserved better than she could give.

None of it matters now, if it ever did. She tries to drift off to sleep, with light boiling in her stomach and laughter of an old friend in her head.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #freya writes #shadowbringers #emet selch #canon divergent au #we're all FINE here don't WORRY #also first time writing the garbage man hope it all wrks out

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faerieismm · 2 years

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hello hello friends, today i am writing a request 🫡🫡 woohoo first request YIPPIE!! (well technically i kind of initiated it myself but-) THANK YOU @adrianasunderworld ehem, i give you:

levi cosplaying for you!!

tw: none oui oui

genre: fluff mostly, slightly suggestive??

sat at his desk, both you and levi were hunched over his computer.

levi was looking for some wigs for his cosplays, and what levi did, you did too.

“WOAH! this is a really good ruri chan wig!” he suddenly shouted, little twinkles in his eyes. as he started to rant about ruri chan and the details of her hair, you interrupted him.

“you already have three of them though..” it took him a second to process what you said.

“mmmgh, yeah..” he slunched back down (in my head slunched was a word, autocorrect doesn’t approve tho-) he scrolled some more, your eyes following every row that went by.

“how abooout.. - you started - you cosplay one of my favorite characters!” this surely peaked his interest, his eyes lightening up.

“uh yeah!” levi stuttered.

he now realized he didn’t even know who your favorite character was. sure you had talked about some of your favorite anime and mangas but as you know, levi could ramble on and on, and you always listened. he appreciated it from the bottom of his heart but he felt so embarrassed!

with a hand in front of his mouth, he said “who is your favorite character actually?” embarrassed he didn’t know.

“oh! right.” you grabbed your phone. “mitsuri kanroji!” you beamed.

“she’s cute!” levi stuttered.

now it was your turn to ramble about your favorite character, and levi happily listened to all you had to say.

it was pretty obvious you were simping hard for mitsuri, and the demon started to feel a little envious. nevertheless, he typed out some details as you went on about how much you loved her, and made a sketch of her.

suddenly realization hit you, and your words faded out. how long had you been talking for? surely long enough.

“i’m - you lowered your head - i’m sorry, been talking for awhile huh?” a soft chuckle followed.

“i don’t mind.” levi smiled at you and shoved the sketch in your face before you could say anything else. “this right?”

“oh yes, absolutely, that looks just like her!” and back to your excited state you were. “your art is so good!”

levi blushed at the compliment and put the sketch back on his desk, immediately starting on some more sketching and pattern making.

you were with levi through the entire process, sometimes you helped him, but you mostly watched, wanting to learn from him.

a few weeks passed, but you were actually having alot of fun! levi taught you alot about where to take measurements, how to process them, and a little bit of sowing. at some point you had even started to call him sensei, which made him blush profusely.

and after a filled 5 weeks, it was all complete. as soon as levi got the wig, he texted you to come over.

jumping up and almost literally sprinting to levi’s room, you swear you almost broke your ankle, but this you had to see.

you opened the door to a blushing leviathan, looking at his feet.

a loud gasp left your mouth and you ran up to him, taking in every piece of the cosplay.

“levi this is so good!” you practically shouted. you studied all of the fabrics, in awe at how well this was made.

“i’m glad you like it..” he stuttered.

you let your hand slowly slide down his arm. “i don’t know which mitsuri i like better now.” you said with a wink, and pressed a small peck to his shoulder.

levi couldn’t stop blushing for atleast the whole month.

alriiiiighttttt! hope that was alright, i tried hehe :} thank you for this opportunity @adrianasunderworld !

yours truly,

#obey me x reader #obey me levi #obey me shall we date #leviathan x mc #shall we date leviathan #obey me levi x reader #leviathan avatar of envy #leviathan x reader #levi fluff

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lazywriterkylie · 2 years

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DAY 13: Write a story about a character who is terrible at keeping secrets who gets told to keep a vital secret

I had so much fun with this one, even though I left it till the last second because I had no clue what to write. It might be my favorite piece I've done so far in this challenge lol.

The tall blad hitman leveled his pistol, pulling back the hammer with a metal click for dramatic effect.

"Codes. Now. Or I'll blow your brains all over the floor," he growled.

"Ha!" I laughed, feeling a rush of adrenaline and fear course through my body as i glared down the barrel of the gun. This wasn't my first rodeo, and it would take more than eight hours of merciless beating and the threat of death to break me.

"Go ahead! I'm the only one with the code! you kill me and your plan is as good as done!"

"That's not true Sam,"

I froze mid taunt, trying to keep the shock I felt from showing on my mangled face at the grating voice droneing from beside me.

I turned my head in slow disbelief and saw to my horror, Maverick tied to a similar chair a few feet away, looking bored- and completely unharmed. His wrists and ankles were bound, but he was still slunched over, glasses on askew, looking like he was sitting through a boring debrief.

I felt my blood boil at just the sight of his stupid face.

"YES it is Maverick, I'm the only ones with the codes, the director trusted me with them-"

"No Sam. You're not the only one who knows the code,"

"Shut up yes I am!"

The hitman removed his black sunglasses and glared between the two of us, his eyes bulging.

"Are you two seriously arguing while I have you tied up? I have a gun," he waved his weapon around as if offended we hadn't been paying attention.

"Yes-no sorry," I huffed, completely thrown off my groove. I wasn't used to being tortured for information with company. But I had to roll with it. That was my job.

"What I was trying to say is, You can't kill me, I am far too valuable. And almost no amount of torture could get those missile codes out of me."

"He doesn't seem to think that's true." The thug said, gesturing to Maverick with his gun.

"He's new- the boss's kid actually- doesn't know what he's talking about. In fact, I am pretty sure he's wildly confused!"

I glared at my new assistant through my puffy beaten eyes, hoping he'd get the clue and shut his mouth before he got us killed.

"I am actually not confused," Maverick said raising a finger from where his wrists were tied to the arms of his plastic yard chair.

"You said you were the only one who knows the code. You're not."

"YES I AM! The director told me himself that I was the only one he could trust!"

Maverick blew air through his lips and smirked, "that dude was lieing to you. Cuz I also know the code."

It felt like he'd just popped a balloon in my chest.

"W-wait seriously?"

"Yeah," he said, as if this was obvious knowledge and I was the stupid one for not knowing, "I learned the codes like four weeks ago."

"HOW ON EARTH-"

"Watch it, volume," the hitman warned.

"Sorry sorry. How on earth did you get the codes before I did??"

Maverick shrugged.

"You don't know???"

I let loose a growling sigh. I would have grabbed my head in exasperation if I could have.

"So let me get this straight... I spent six years clawing my way to the top of this cutthroat organization, doing grunt work, kissing ass, running coffee, taking the missions nobody else would, I did that for six years to get promoted to where I am now, and you're telling me that THE BOSS JUST GAVE YOU THE CLEARANCE LEVEL EIGHT CODES ON YOUR FIRST DAY?"

"Pretty much dude, I don't know what to tell ya."

The hitman shook his head, "that's pretty shity."

"RIGHT?"

"Sounds like you wasted a lot of time to me," Maverick said matter-of-factky in his stupid dumb wormy voice.

I shook my head as a lump began to form in my throat and I sniffed.

"I'm sorry," I croaked as a tear slid down my cheek, "I- I dont usually fall to pieces like this but it's been a long day."

"Oh here," The hitman stepped forward, producing a hanky from his pocket. He pressed it to my nose and I blew into it with a loud moist honk of blood and snot, "It's okay, let it out."

"It's just," i sighed, tears falling freely down my face as I pulled away and blinked up at the ceiling.

"Those were his last words to me! You know? I held the dieing director in my arms... he told me he was proud of me... that I had grown into a fine young agent... he said that he finally trusted me with the most important information he had! And then he died! I loved that man like a father!"

The hitman shook his head and placed a caring hand on my back, his pistol still aimed at my skull.

"Sounds to me like you worked really really hard." He said, his gruff and gravely voice a soft, reassuring whisper.

"I did!"

"Did you learn a lot? Did the hard work turn you into a stronger agent?"

I sniffeled as my nose ran with tears, nodding my head.

"Then it sounds to me like you became someone your agency can be proud of! Who cares what the director thinks!"

"You're right!" I said in defiance of my emotions, "I-I solved the unwanted and cold cases! I did what nobody wanted to do! I defeated Dr. Lymphnode and captured the out-house bomber! Me! I did that!"

"Gross," Maverick droned.

"I did hard things and I clawed my up from the bottom with nothing but hard work! Who cares if the only person who ever meant anything to me in a paternal capacity actually cared or acknowledged my efforts!"

"Yeah! That's the spirit!"

"The fact still remains that I achieved those things! Nobody else! Who cares if he told some air-headed doofus the clearance codes to the missile launch program!"

"It wasn't just me."

"I- Wait what?"

"Yah he told us all at that lunch meeting before bridgets birthday party- The one you missed because you were undercover as a prisoner at the Gulag? He wrote them on the whiteboard, tolus us to take pictures so we wouldn't forget. Said that it is safer to make sure more than just one person knew, so if that person died they wouldn't have to jump through hoops to reset the password... you know.. administrative stuff. It's a hastle."

I stared at him, my mouth open wide.

"WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME??"

"Uh, they're secret codes dude. You can't just go around telling them to people."

The hitman swiveled his gun to Maverick.

"WAIT WAIT STOP THE NUMBERS ARE 83670-"

"SHUT UP SHUT UP STOP MAVERIC!"

"You spineless little shit!" The hitman barked.

"74523405-"

I started a high-pitched screeching, hoping to block out mavericks frantic shouting of the missile codes punctuated with "STOP"

The hitman had his glasses back on, but big tears slid from underneith them as he jabbed the gun against Maverick's forehead, shouting.

"THIS AGENT JUST POURED THEIR HEART OUT TO YOU! THEY WORKED THEIR ASS OFF CIMDERELLA STYLE, AND YOU JUST TOOK A DISRESPECTFUL DUMP ON THEIR ACCOMPLISHMENTS!"

I kept screeching and rocking back and forth violently in my lawn chair, trying to break free and cause a ruckus.

Maverick was sobbing now, still blubbering out the numbers to the missile codes, which I was infuriated to learn were correct.

#writing #daily prompt #writing challenge #author #fiction #fic prompt #writing prompt #fic writing #creative writing #creative writers #comedy

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infinitegalahad · 3 years

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SO IST ES IMMER

Request: “Hi😊 can I request "come lay down with me" or "can I count your freckles?" with Malarkey? Thank you❤️ love your writing” @tvserie-s-world

Prompts: “come lady down with me” & “can i count your freckles?”

Summary: Malarkey and you drink and sing when the fighting is done, and it's always so.

Word-count: 1.1k

A/N: FRANNY! first of all, thank you for this request. i love my boy malarkey, and i wish to see him happy. your ask got lost in another draft, i’m so sorry about the wait! “so ist es immer” means “it is always like that” in german. this is once again, a shameful song fic. i wanted to write some fluffly malarkey, with a tint of sadness. oh, and a scenic lake view ft skinny dipping and malarkey’s arms, because who doesn’t love that?

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world @liebgotttme @50svibes @ricksmorty @pennyllanne @capsparkyspeirs

Masterlist | Send In A Prompt!

“What’s the matter Malark, are you scared of a little water?” You peaked your head from the water with only your eyes showing. The rest of your nude body was covered by the dark water, illuminated by the crescent moon.

Malarkey was slunched against a rock with a few empty bottles. It was the first time in a while we’re you had seen his smile that could light up a whole room. His sheer prescene would boost someone’s mood with his goofy smile and kind words.

He let out a chuckle that lingered with a snort, “I ain’t scared. It just looks...cold. Aren’t you freezing?”

Your body floated to the top of the water as you looked up at the sky with it’s thousands of crushed stats and moon, “ You get use to it. It’s a little lonely, I would like some company...someone who’s irish with nice, big arms would sound nice...”

You turned your head and made eye contact with Malarkey as the two of you burst into laughter like careless children without a worry in the world. He was the first person who noticed your laugh, and the snorts that would trickle along. It was a quirk that you grew to hate, but Malarkey made you learn to love it.

When you were around him, the weight of the world would disappear and the dreary clouds of war would depart, letting in a warmth and light that you had craved.

Malarkey patted an empty spot right next to him. His face looked soft, his finger hair a shade lighter in the light of the moon.

“Come lay down with me,” Malarkey professed, patting the grassy spot next to him.

You turned over in the water and pushed yourself out. You wore a simple slip that stuck to your body. If you were around the others, you’d be as red as a tomato. But around Malarkey, you never had to worry.

Malarkey wasn’t wrong about Austria being beautiful, but deathly cold at night. Once you had crawled next to him, he had taken off his jacket and threw it over your shoulders. For extra protection, he made sure you were snug and warm.

You put a hand on your chest and acted overdramatic, “Why Malarkey! I never took you for a gentlemen, good sir! Thank you for this act, good sir.”

Malarkey titled his head as if he had a real hat, like a gentleman would do, in which he was. “Anytime, milady.”

Malarkey and you, wrapped in his jacket that was too big for you, leaned against a rock and looked up at the starry sky. It was silent, but it was just what the two of you needed. Peace and quiet. Your shoulders would occasionally brush, and it felt like hours had been going by. Your eyes had taken a break from the flashing stars to look down. Yours hand casually laid on the ground, and Malarkey’s hand was trickling forward.

Shit. Shit. Mega Shit.

Unable to react, you blurted out a sentence that would hopefully have you from the awkwardness.

“Can I Count your freckles?”

Malarkey looked over, and his hand stopped moving towards yours. He shrugged his shoulder and nodded,

“Yeah, why not. Should I…” Malarkey looked down, “Um...lay…?”

“In my lap?” You looked down, “It’s wet, I hope you like the feeling of a wet slip.”

Malarkey let out a goosey laugh, laying his head down on your lap and clasping his hands on his chest.

“Honestly Miss Y/n, I would feel honored to lay in your lap.”

Your finger started at the top of Malarkey’s forehead, counting every brown dot you saw. The tip of your finger slided from his eyes to the bridge of his nose to the tip. His cheeks were the hardest, and you muttered under your breath. Once you got your counting in control, Malarkey spoke.

“Do you have any plans after all this?”

Focused on the counting, you could easily multitask and you responded, “I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. You?”

“Yeah, I don’t know eithier,” Malarkey casually stated. Your finger reached his lip, and counted the freckles around it. It was accidental, but your finger brushed against the smooth skin of his lips, and it made your cheeks burn. Atleast your’s wasn’t as obvious as Malarkey’s, who looked like a damn tomato.

“Malark?” You cooed, looking down with raised eyebrows, “You okay?”

“Comebackhomewithandiloveyouandyourtheonlypersonihavelefthaticantrust-“

“Wow there cowboy,” You let out a laugh not to make fun of Malarkey, but to calm him. Putting a hand on his chest, you gave it a reassuring pat, “A little slower, please.”

“Curse of the Irish,” Malarkey took a deep breath and exhaled. He put his hand over yours and gave it a tight squeeze, resting it on top of yours. “Do you like hiking?”

“What do you think, silly goose? We’ve hiked ever trail that they have here. Of course I love hiking!”

“What about being surrounded by large bodies of water? What do you think of those?”

“I love water, and I don’t mind it one bit. So yeah, guess I do.”

“Can I ask you one last question?”

You gave Malarkey your full attention and nodded, “Of course you can.”

“Do you like me?” Malarkey confessed, his cheeks going red again as he muttered under his breath.

You looked up at the stars and laughed to yourself. The question he was asking already gave it away, and you found it too adorable. Finally, he had made a move. It was about time.

“Well, that’s a good question,” You pondered. Malarkey looked worried, but you gave him a reassuring smile, “Like is a strong word, but I like love is more suitable. So yeah, I love you, Donald Malarkey.”

“I love you too, (y/n) (l/n),” Malarkey confessed back. He moved his head up, which was a few inches away from yours.

“Um, how do I say this…” Malarkey stuttered, “May I kiss you, please?”

Without responding, you pecked your lips onto Malakrey’s, leaving a faint tint of your lipstick on his lips. His eyes were widened as his mouth hung open, his cheeks getting even darker.

“Thank you so much,” He thanked, and gave you another kiss and a few others around your cheeks. “I love you, I love you, I love you-“

Malarkey repeated those words, and you let him cover your body with thousands of little kisses, just like you had counted the freckles, or you considered stars, all over his face and body.

Malakrey stopped to take a breather and looked at your face with total awe. You turned to him and put a hand on his cheek, simply looking at him. He was finally happy again, and you wanted to see him like this more.

“So, how does Astoria sound to you, Mrs. Malarkey?”

Malarkey was himself around you, and you were yourself around him. The two of you benefactores from each other's kindness and love.

“Astoria sounds great, Mister Malarkey.”

#band of brothers #donald malarkey #donald malarkey x reader #donald malarkey imagine #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers masterlist #carrie writes

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lovlydovlyjaycie · 3 years

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Ævi - Crumple

Hii! It's been a minute, but here is the new part of the Ævi series! I had been trying to find the time to write it and now I finally have time!

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Summary: Over the years Y/n has been trying to cope with all the things that have happened in WWII. Her best way of dealing with it is revange and her friends are helping her out to get her just that. But will it lead to the satisfaction that Y/n wants or will it cause more problems..

Characters in Ævi series: Y/n, Loki, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Odin, Heimdall, Thor, Frigga, Sif, Howard Stark, Armin Zola, Nick Fury, OC Vera, OC Johnny, OC Daniel, OC Hilde, Bjorn Ironside, Lagertha, Ragnar Lodbrok, Floki, Ubba, Ivar, Hvitserk, Rollo, Sigurd

Word count: 2610

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Part 1

1944

This is all my fault. I failed. How could I have gotten so distracted? How could I have failed this badly. I disappointed everyone. I failed everyone. I couldn't safe Bucky. I couldn't safe Steve. And countless more that I don't even know the name of. I was supposed to protect them. And I failed. I failed Peggy, the Howling Commandos, America, this damn war, this damn world. I lost the Tesserect. I lost the fight.

"Y/n!" I heard someone yelling in the distance. "Y/n!" Again. I turned around. It was Peggy slowly approaching me. "Y/n?" She said more carefully now as she slowly came closer and closer. I looked down at my hands, I was glowing all over. From my toes to what I'm assuming, the top of my head. I felt a power I haven't felt in a long, long time, or maybe even ever. Then I looked at Peggy again. She wasn't scared, but cautios. She slowly inched closer and closer, but the closer she came dust started to surround her. It was her, she was turning to dust the closer she came.

“Y/N! STOP THIS!” She yelled.

But I couldn’t stop it, it was out of my control. Then before I knew it rainbows surrounded me. The Bifrost.

I woke up with a jump. My heart was pounding heavily in my chest and I felt myself being drenched in sweat.

“Same one?” Asked Johnny. Johnny came from Kattegat and had decided to leave the island behind in 1968 to help me track down every hydra agent that was involved in WWII. Over the years I had already found a handful of them, but it was hard to find people that do not want to be found. Especially if some of them are being helped to stay hidden.

“Yes, the same one.” I answered Johnny tiredly from the couch where I had dozed off.

“You good to do some work today?” Jonny asked me as he stood up from the chair he was sitting in. He was not really asking me if I was ready apparently, cause he was already going for the door.

“I guess I’m ready.” I muttered under my breath. And there I followed him still kinda drenched in my own sweat.

Camp Leheigh April 7th 1970

Johnny and I were standing right outside of the Camp.

“And you are sure he is here? I mean.. you are sure he is here.. working with them? I know they forced Zola to work for them back in the day.. but.. are you sure? I don’t think they want a pathetic man like that who worked with hydra, work with SHIELD.” I was half wondering out loud, but it was a real question. After all that Zola has done. The pain he has caused. He should be in prison if they really have him. If they do not have him.. he should be dead. And I wanted to make sure of that.

"My resources say so, yes." Johnny responded and I slightly laughed. "Your resources?" I said as I gave him a side eye. "Well do you wanna find out or not?" He said as he staerted walking towards the gate.

"You gonna boost us up or what?!" Johnny said with a smile. I rolled my eyes and walked towards him. I sighed and held on to his jacket firmly. "You ready?" I asked. "I always aaahhhmmm!" He started as I jumped over the gate while holding him tightly.

"You could've given me a bit more of a warning."He said as he slunched over a bit out of breath.

"You were ready." I smirked at him. "Now lets try and fit in a bit more."

We had found some clothes to blend in a bit more. Or mostly Johnny. He was wearing full on army clothes. Me, I just stole someone's badge and called it a day. I made sure to dress a bit nicer today anyway, so I am wearing a pretty nice pantsuit if I may say so myself.

"Alright.. Where do we go?" Johnny asked looking around him.

"Right there." I pointed to a bunker. Everyone seemed to go into that one. This would be our best guess.

"If you find him, you know what to do." I told Johnny as I gave him a seringe. He nodded and we both headed towards the bunker.

As we walked in some people gave us some looks, maybe trying to recognise us. But I just kept my head down. As we got in the elevator there were two military men with us. One was a tall African American man that held a lot athority with him. He might be higher up in the ranks. The other seemed to look around every now and then. Probably new.

I tried to quickly look on their badges for their names. The tall mans name was Fury and as I tried to look at the other man the elevator stopped. The man named Fury got out and the other man followed him. But then they stopped.

"You commin' soldier?" Fury more ordered than asked. Johnny jumped up in place and stood up straight.

"Yes sir!" He said as he followed him, but before he left my eyesight he quickly nodded at me to show me that he remembered the plan.

As the elevator doors closed I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Alright.. If I was a pathetic little man where would I hide." I muttered to myself. As the elevator doors opened again I got out. Let's see where your hiding.

Johnny POV

I was looking around quickly everywhere I went while still trying to keep up with the colonel. Fury. Funny man. Very stern. He was making it hard to really take my time and find Zola. If I had to I had to somehow ditch these losers. Not sure how they would react if I did do that. But that's a worry for later.

"You paying attention?" Colonel Fury asked. When nobody was answering he stopped and turned around and looked at me with a stern look on his face.

"Oh.. You were talking to me! No sir. I was not paying attention to anything you were saying. Sir. Colonel Fury sir." I'm getting in trouble. He's gonna know I'm not a actual soldier and then I'll be in deep shit. Maybe I can still safe it somehow.

"I'm just trying to pay attention where I'm going and meanwhile I'm not paying attention to anything that your saying. Colonel sir." I slightly stammered.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Start paying attention to what I'm saying... And just say sir." Colonel Fury ordered. I nodded my head and swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Yes sir." I said as I quickly started following him again. I might have just saved me.

"Where were you stationed before here?" Colonel Fury started.

Or not.. I didn't save shit and now I'm in deep shit.

Y/n POV

I was looking around the halls for anything that would give away Zola working there.. but nothing. I decided to go one level lower to see if there was anything there.

As I got, to what I'm assuming was the lowest level, I came in some sort of lab. It was very dark here. So I'm assuming that whoever worked here already called it a day. But it could still leave me with some sort of clue.

I started going through desks, looking in files for anything, but nothing. As I went to the next desk to look through it I found a file that sparked my interest.

It read 'Steven Grant Rogers'. I traced my fingers over the file and opened it. In it was a picture of hime before he got all beefy and tall. I smiled at that. He was so brave, kind and strong.

As I started reading through his file I saw that this was the camp where he had trained all those years ago. When I wanted to read the next page I saw a slight glimpse of a picture of the Tesserect.

"Armin are you in there?! Armin?!" I heard a man call. I immediatly hid behind the desk making sure I was not seen. This did answer my question if Zola was here working for them. He is definitley not here, but he might be somewhere else in the building. The man was looking around for Zola and came closer. Stark.

He got old. Still looks pretty good. As he came closer I tried to hide more behind the desk. He looked around a bit more. "Armin?!" He yelled one more time before he left for the elevator.

"Ok, so not here, but maybe in the building." I muttered to myself before I stood up and also went for the elevator.

I decided to look again on all the floor and in the offices, but still nothing. As I got out of an office I saw Johnny run towards me.

"I blew my cover we have to hide!" He whisper yelled at me before grabbing me and going in an office I hadn't searched yet.

I slightly opened the door to see what we were dealing with and saw the man named Fury and four other soldiers walk by quickly. I shut the door and turned around.

"What did you do!" I said as I poked his chest in annoyance. He put his hands up.

"I'm not a soldier! Just be happy I was able to keep my cover for as long as I did, cause now we're in deep shit if we get caught." He said as he waved his arms around.

"All you had to do was keep quiet!" I said as I poked his chest again.

"Well.. you should've known by now that that is not something I am good at.. So that's not really my fault." He said as he shrugged.

"So it's MY fault now that YOU got caught?! Zola is here somewhere and now we cant find him because of YOU!" Johnny started taking a step back.

"Eventhough it's pretty hot and scary at the same time.. I would like for you to stop making your eyes glow gold right about now." He said as he bumped in a desk that was behind him, making a picture almost fall over. Steve. It was the same picture I saw earlier in his file.

Johnny stepped away from the desk as I came closer now calmed down. I picked up the photo of him and turned around towards the door. Carter it said. Peggy Carter.

Then I heard her voice from the other side of the room behind a window. I walked towards the window to catch a glimpse of her. She was ok. After all this time I didn't really know or got the chance to check on her. She looks like she was doing good. That made me smile, I was proud of her.

I looked down at the photo of Steve again. His life shouldn't have ended the way it did. Crashing somewhere in ice. His life was too short. Before I knew it I felt a tear falling down my cheek and I quickly whiped it away. I let out a shaky breath and trailed my fingers down my neck looking for something. Then I felt it under my clothes and made it appear.

The dogtags from Bucky. Both of their lives ended too soon and nobody even knew about it. Maybe the people here in this building, but beyond that.. Nobody. Nobody knows what they did. Nobody knows how their lives came to such a quick end. All because of HYDRA.

1944

I landed on my knees at the Bifrost. I looked around and saw Heimdall and Loki standing behind Odin.

"What do you think you are doing?! Exposing yourself to those mortals! Almost killing them with your powers! You have put a greater target on your back than you could ever understand!" The all father yelled at me.

I looked at my hands and noticed my golden and white glow slowly disapearing.

"Frigga and Loki will take you to put another shield spell on you." He demanded as he slammed his speer on the ground.

I slowly stood up to face him.

"No." He raised an eyebrow at me and looked very angry.

"No?!" He bemanded it to be answered.

"No! I am done hiding my powers. How I have been doing it for the past thousand year I have never been able to really understand and control them. Only small bits and pieces. But there is a war going on down there and I could help. I will no longer watch and let it happen from the shadows." I explained. I was tired of this. Being helpless. Knowing what was going to happen and not do anything about it.

"You will do no such thing. And you know why. Things have supposed to go a certain way and you are not in it. Just like we are not. Frigga and Loki will put a spell on you. A stronger one. Not one that will break when you get a temper tantrum." Odin demanded again. But I shook my head no again.

"No. They need help!" I demanded again.

"You cannot even control your own power and you want to help them? You will just be killing them." He walked towards me, but I took a step back.

"You will not get to dictate my life anymore. No spells are happening! Heimdall turn the Bifrost on." I told him.

"This will be for your protection Y/n. Listen to him. We are trying to help you" Heimdall said calmly trying to reason with me.

"Just like you helped me when I called for you a couple of days ago? I KNOW you heard me I KNOW you saw me, but yet you did nothing! What? To 'help' me?" I said as I was pointing at Heimdall.

"Faith will have different plans child. You will understand one day." Heimdall said calmly.

"I trusted you. I trusted you to help me and you did nothing." I said and it hurt to say it out loud. Heimdall had been like my father over all these years. He was always there for me, but now when I needed him.. Nothing.

I walked towards him to try and grab his sword out of his hands to start the bifrost up again. But he didn't even put up a fight. He let me have his sword. Then I walked up to the stand past him.

"Y/n, Love, think about this. We are trying to help." Loki said as he came closer. But I quickly put up the sword towards him, making him stop in his tracks.

"You all have done enough." I said in anger as I tuned around and put the sword in the stand and turning it. The Bifrost started to glow.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Odin demanded.

"Where ever you are not." I said as I started running towards the Bifrost.

"Stop her!" Odin yelled.

Both Odin and Loki tried to stop me, but Heimdall stood to the side. Before they got to me I was able to leap forward in the Bifrost.

But Odin was right. Things are supposed to go a certain way. But I remember nothing about HYDRA from my life before. So they will not have a impact. I know what I am going to do.

Kill every last person that ever worked for HYDRA.

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