F*uckYeahDarcyLewis Femslash Week// a Darcyland Special Event
When: Starting April 28th, ending May 4th, 2021.
What: The goal is to write femslash in Darcyland (it means focusing on romantic and/or sexual relationships between female fictional characters, no ‘just’ friendships, no ‘gal pals’ here except ironically). You can write Darcy with whoever you’d like, even use the rule63 ( or ‘Always been a girl” trope for male characters). You can post any kind of fanwork you like - fics, drabbles, graphics, fanarts, cosplay, headcanons, prompts, playlists seriously anything your mind can think about. Each day has a different prompt.
How to submit: fairly simple, you create a fanwork, post it on your blog and tag it with #darcy lewis (if you posted it on AO3, the platform gives you the link to post your work on Tumblr).
Don’t forget any triggers with a warning please and put your work under a cut if necessary.
If you don't see your work reblogged on FYDL after some time, please contact me. Tumblr sometimes is fickle and for some reason, works don't appear on the darcy lewis tag.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: WandaVision (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Monica Rambeau
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Monica Rambeau, Wanda Maximoff
Additional Tags: au for the show, everybody's seen too much death
Summary:
Everything in Westview is perfect, especially Monica's neighbour. At least it is, until it isn't.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: carol danvers/darcy lewis/natasha romanov
Characters: Carol Danvers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Darcy Lewis
Summary:
Darcy is spending the weekend away with the girls. While investigating a noise in the night she makes a pleasant discovery.
"Focus, Rambeau," Monica muttered under her breath as she followed Darcy down another path of the arboretum. With the sun shining brilliantly all morning, Darcy had not taken no for an answer when dragging her to an impromptu walk, ditching Sword work aside--only the walk had been a short drive to the arboretum in Willowwood, and Darcy...she had...
"Did you say something?" Darcy glanced behind at Monica, ponytail swinging over her shoulder.
"Nope!" Monica said quickly, smiling wide. She pointed at a nearby tree and sped toward it. "Wow, is that an oak tree?"
Darcy snorted. "Yeah, like the fifteenth one we've seen so far." She stopped next to Monica, and Monica slowly moved her gaze to look at her again. Darcy squinted up at the lumbering branches overhead, fingers trailing down the tree bark. Monica's eyes slid down, pausing at her lips, painted a ripe-looking red, then to her jaw, then the smooth slope of her neck, a hint of her collarbone, exposed with her hair tied up...
It took Monica a moment to realize Darcy had stopped facing the tree and was now staring at her.
Monica blinked rapidly, a hazy part of her mind noting that Darcy's eyes watched her softly, unmoving, all traces of humor gone. Monica forced a bright smile. "Hey, did you see that--uh--plot of marigolds over there?"
Monica swerved around Darcy, breaking eye contact, and rushed down the path--only in her haste her foot snagged on a root, and gravity chose that moment to betray her utterly, her limbs and stagger reflex absolutely useless, and landed flat on her back.
A few beats passed. Monica stared up miserably at the sky, with the damn sun being so damn cheerful, and the branches just swaying in the wind, mocking her; I see you, you stupid magnolia tree, Monica thought irritatedly, with your stupid leaves and flowers--
Monica's self-imposed exile on the forest floor was cut short when Darcy head came into view, hovering over her. "Not to interrupt a moment," she said wryly, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth, "but want some help?"
Monica sighed. "Yes please."
Darcy grabbed Monica's hand and pulled her up. Monica's face burned as she brushed grass and dirt off her clothes. All while Darcy watched, who did not stop smiling.
"So," Darcy said conversationally. "I have a suggestion."
"What's that?"
"How about, we cut this little field trip short and grab some lunch. There's a neat café nearby. It's nice, all mood lighting and shit."
Monica nodded, smiling back a little. "Yeah, I think that's a great idea. Arboretums and me..."
"Yeah, it's not for everyone," Darcy said sympathetically. "Let's go eat, and then you can work up to asking me out. In your own time, of course," Darcy said quickly, with a teasing curl of her tongue. "But, you know. Whenever you want."
Monica opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again. She couldn't resist the sparkle in Darcy's eyes though, and they both started laughing. "Come on, troublemaker. Look what you've reduced me to today."
Darcy linked an arm with Monica's. "Pfft, we all know you were gonna anyway."
"Did you now?" Monica's eyebrow rose.
Darcy stared back, levelly. "Why do you think I keep wearing my hair up?"
Monica bit her lip, fighting a smile, and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
