darce is the best

So I wrote a thing...

I don’t know what this is. I just had a wintershock scene in my head that wouldn’t stop and I just had to get it out. I kind of want to make it a multi chapter thing, but seeing as the only fan fiction I’ve ever written has been a OUAT one shot and now this, the task seems daunting. But anyway, hope y’all like it. God, this is nerve wracking. Unbeta’d, any hot messes are mine. 

UPDATE!!! This is now a multi chapter fic on AO3!

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There were exactly three things Darcy Lewis was prepared to cheerfully wake up for: homemade French toast, Christmas morning, and sex of the mind-blowing variety (subpar sex was met with her usual post-slumber grumpiness.) Loud, insistent knocking on her apartment door at 3am was decidedly not on that list, so it should come as no surprise that she let loose a rather feral growl as she rolled from her bed to seek out the source of the knocking. Darcy grumbled and stumbled her way to the front door, a hint of murder flashing in her eyes, before ripping the door open with a startling amount of violence from someone who could be solidly categorized as “civilian”.

“What. Do. You. Want,” she spit out, her eyes slowly focusing on the two blurry figures crowding the hallway outside her door.

“Uh…Darcy?”

Oh great. Of course. Who else would be here to see her in all her grumpy, rumpled glory but Captain Gloriously Handsome and…was that? Yep. Yep. Captain Glorious and his equally attractive, if utterly terrifying, bff superassassin, the Winter Beefcake.

Jesus, whyyyyy?

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Family

Request: Hey, could you make one where Harry has a two year old daughter from his ex and she left him and the daughter, and Harry is dating you and his daughter(Darcy) calls her momma, and then the girl is from a rich family and she was told to leave him b/c of her parents didn’t like the fact he had a daughter without marriage, sorry if this is too specific, anyways thank u so much.


I changed the age to five.(:


Harry was hesitant at first to start a relationship with someone new. All he wants is what’s best for his daughter Darcy.

She’s his whole universe.

So when Harry met Y/N at a market in the cookies aisle, with a pout and furrowed eyebrows, oreos in one hand and chips ahoy in the other, he was hesitant to go talk to her.

But he did and now they’re standing in their kitchen, drinking coffee and a kale smoothie while Darcy is still sleeping in her room.

“I think we’re doing this backwards, love. ”

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First Date (Part 2)

Part 1
Part 2

Well here it finally is. I did say I would write a part 2 and I finally got round to it! Super smutty and all. I haven’t done this much smut in a while so please let me know what you think! It has been a while so I hope you remember the first part! Enjoy! xox

(also sorry if I have started re-using gifs on my fics, this one is just very appropriate) 

You reach your front door, and pause.

“Everything ok?” Steve asks, standing behind you and kissing your neck gently.

“Urm…sure.” You say, knowing what was coming when you opened the door.

“Please tell me you brought food back from the cinema.” You hear Darcy shout from your couch as soon as you walk through the door. You wince and turn to Steve, smiling apologetically.

“Darce.”

“You best not have been too busy eating Star Boy’s dick to buy me milk duds.”

“DARCY.” You say again, walking in front of the couch and blocking her view of the TV.

“Bitch where are my snacks.” She says, looking at your empty hands.

“Bitch you probably already ate all the food in my kitchen.” You say, raising an eyebrow accusingly.

“Touché.” She says, standing and brushing tell-tale crumbs off her legs. “So real talk. Did his pretty lips touch your face?”

“Maybe we should talk about this later.” You say quietly, glancing over at Steve who is lingering behind the couch, grinning broadly.

“No I want to talk about this now. Just thinking about his body gets me excited and you got all close and personal.” She says eagerly.

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Prompts for Pie 10: Darcy and Harris

“Did you- Did you just steal my scone?”

Darcy gave him a wide eyed look. “No,” she said, and then slowly, deliberately, she took another bite of the scone. Harris stared at her, caught between laughing and throwing something at her head. He was getting used to the sensation.

It worried him.

“Have you ever considered growing a sense of shame?” he asked her. “And give me back my scone.”

She took another huge bite, huddled down over the pastry, her arms up and her shoulders hunched forward. “Sorry,” she mumbled, her mouth full. “Can’t hear you. Eating my scone.”

“You look like a psychotic chipmunk,” Harris told her.

“Nothin’ but scone right now, buddy.”

Harris propped his elbow on his desk and leaned his chin on his fist. He waited for her to finish chewing because if she choked to death he’d probably feel bad about that. Probably. “I got you your own scone. Without even being asked. I was just like, ‘hey, maybe I should grab Darcy a scone while I’m in the cafeteria, because they sell out pretty quick.’ I got you one. Why would you possibly take mine, Darcy?”

She shrugged. “How was I supposed to know that other one was mine?”

Harris turned his head towards the scone. There was a toothpick in it, and stuck to the toothpick, like a flag, was a Post-It note that said, “Darcy’s scone.” He looked back at Darcy.

Her lips pursed up tight. “That’s pretty easy to misconstrue. I mean, it might be another Darcy that you’re talking about.”

“There is only one of you, to my eternal relief,” Harris said.

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On Darcy and accusations of Mary Sue-ism

Let’s say this flat out.  I’m going to describe a character that could be defined as a Mary Sue.  Are you ready?

-Character is obscenely wealthy, attractive, and priviledged
-Character possesses extrodinary skills and abilities. 
-Character is supernaturally intelligent
-Character ROUTINELY beats/outthinks/outfights people the character should not logically be able to defeat. 
-Character has a tragic backstory
-Character engages in noble sacrifice, to the point of death, to save friends/allies/the world, and is mourned publicly and widely.  Everyone grieves.
-Character is the object of lust/love from numerous sources.  Characters fall over themselves to throw themselves at this character. 

If I wrote a character with these traits, it would be the biggest goddamn self-insert ever, woudln’t it?  Man, how annoying.

When Bob Kane did it, they called him Batman.  When Stan Lee did it, they called him Iron Man.  Both of these canon male characters are extreme examples of self-insert, or Mary Sue characters.

They’re still fascinating characters to read.  There’s nothing wrong with a self-insert or Mary Sue defined character.  One of my FAVORITE Star Trek characters is from Peter David’s New Frontier books.  The guy is actually and truly a teenage warlord who freed his planet from slavery.  Jean-Luc Picard sponsered him for the academy, despite the fact that he had next to no formal training, and that makes no goddamn sense.  He’s brilliant, unprincipaled, wild, he gets away with EVERYTHING, his ex is his first officer, and he gets an awesome ship that he can steer around like a crazy person and Starfleet Command seems to have no issues with this.

THE DUDE HAS PURPLE EYES.

And he is an awesome, fun, rollicking, joyous character.  He’s a character I prize, one I loved spending time with.  One I could embrace as a part of a canon I love.  But damn, he is like a checklist of self-insert traits.

And if he was a female he’d be called a Mary Sue so fast it would make your head spin.

The same character, with a different gender, becomes a different matter.  Why?  Because we expect our male characters to be awesome.  We’re trained by media to expect that male characters will appear, be awesome, be sympathetic, be amazing, be world changing, and that is how they are supposed to be.  But if a female character is introduced that does not ‘know her place,’ then that means that she’s a stand in for the author.

Because we expect something different from our female characters.  They are not supposed to equal to the male characters.  They are supposed to be desired by the male characters, but not compete with them. 

So when I create a male character, he gets a by.  He gets to fall under the catagory of 'normal’ for the fictionalized world, which is automatically several steps above the 'normal’ for female characters.  The same words, coming from Hill’s mouth should be just as badass as when they come from Coulson’s mouth, because they are BOTH SHIELD agents, and BOTH of them have clearance and BOTH of them are close to Fury.

So when I can write Coulson drop kicking bad guys and no one even raises an eyebrow, but I can’t write Maria having a discussion about how to handle the bad guy without getting mail about how “that’s not realistic,” well, then, we gotta take a look at why.

I write Darcy as an intelligent, self-assured, confident young woman with style and an awareness of the fact that she’s pretty and has a nice chest and a good head on her shoulders.  I write her as thinking, “I’m only here because they want Jane and Jane wants me, but I can make something of this.  I can prove that I can do something here, and use my polysci training to do something with this chance I’ve been given.  AND I WILL MAKE THE MOST OF IT, because I’m not going to get another one.”

She’s not taking over the world.  She’s not smarter than Tony or better than Natasha or stronger than Steve.  She’s not hooking up with any of them, but she likes people and she likes these people and she’s going to treat them as friends.

And that does not make her a Mary Sue.  That makes her a canon character that is fun to play with, and even more fun to develop.  And I will be at Thor 2, cheering not for the fact that Jane got her man, or that Thor got his way, or that Loki got his revenge, but…

That Darcy got a chance.