for @mindfullostitinerant
554 words
Rated T
Fae AU
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Thor’s eyes flitted around this unknown realm. It wasn’t everyday that he stumbled into a new place. In fact, he’d been hard pressed to go much farther than Midgard. And he’d been trying to go there, using a trinket he’d given Darcy the last time he’d been here as a honing beacon of sorts.
So when he’d stumbled into a forest that was just a little too green, surrounded by beings that weren’t quite human, well... to say he was confused was an understatement.
“Why are you here?” One of them hissed.
“I was simply looking for my friend, Darcy Lewis, and I--“
“Who?” the being asked, eyes narrowing.’
“Darcy Lewis.”
“How are you acquainted with her?”
“We’re quite close, if I do say so myself,” Thor said with a knowing chuckle.
His would-be captors gave each other a look. “Come.”
“Fine. Do you know how I can leave this realm for Midgard? Because I’d very much like to---“
“Silence, mortal,” the being to his left commanded.
“Mortal?” he mouthed, wrinkling his nose as he was dragged into another clearing. This one with a throne at the far end. One that was carved from an old tree trunk.
And seated upon it was...someone who look a lot like Darcy. She had her mannerisms, and as they drew closer, he recognized her voice as well. But she didn’t look like Darcy looked. She had pointed ears. Dark blue eyes. And she was naked.
So okay, yes... he did recognize those.
But that couldn’t be. Darcy was a Midgardian. Unless... this was part of Midgard?
“Darcy?”
Her blue eyes widened. “Thor! I... I can explain...” she said, looking around at the others gathering around. “I took a consort,” she explained to them
That answer seemed to placate them and Thor stumbled when they let him go.
“He’s not human,” one of them said. “I smelled stardust on him. Is he a god?”
“Don’t even think about it,” she said preemptively, pointing at Thor and shaking her head.
He’d been about to agree with them, but something told him he should listen to Darcy.
“He’s from Asgard. He’s a celestial being.”
That seemed to impress them, even if it was technically wrong. He wasn’t a Celestial. He liked to think he was nicer than that race anyway.
She rose and walked over to him, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind her. “We have to talk.”
“You’re not kidding,” he said as he allowed himself to be pulled into yet another clearing. This one blissfully empty. “You’re not human.”
“I’m Fae,” she said. “I’m technically their queen.”
“And you din’t find it prudent to inform me?”
“I wasn’t queen when I met you. My dad passed and then I became queen by default.”
“I’m sorry about your father.”
“I’m not, he was a dick. But now I’m sort of splitting my time between here and you know... what you know as Midgard.”
“Does this change anything between us?” Thor asked.
“Not really. I can pretty much do what I want. Just don’t eat anything here.”
He pursed his lips and nodded. “Alright. I can abide by that.”
“Can you?” Darcy teased.
“Yes,” he replied impatiently, even as his stomach began to rumble. “But just in case I need to know for later, where’s the nearest IHOP?”
Zombie Apocalypse - Brock Rumlow/Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis
for @mindfullostitinerant
362 words
Rated T
Whatever you do, don’t make a sound. They’ll hear you.
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Her footsteps echoed in the hallway and the zombies chasing her knew that. Fuck, this was the worst.
Darcy wished like hell she had caught the last bus out of the city. She wasn’t entirely certain what she was going to do in Stark Tower. There had been no sign of the Avengers in New York. They were fighting the big hoards down south.
But she knew that if she could get into Bruce’s containment chamber, she’d be safe until they got back at least.
Which was why she was running up the stairs, up to each floor until she got to the lab floor.
But she’d also brought a shit ton of zombies with her, and it was not looking so good. But she figured she had to try, right?
She was past the point where she could be choosy.
When someone grabbed her arm, she started to yell, but a hand clamped down over her mouth and dragged her into one of the empty offices.
“Shhh, Darcy, it’s us. It’s us.”
She started shaking at the familiar voice., She turned in Brock’s arms and threw hers around him. “I’m so fucking happy to see you, oh my god.”
“How many were after you?” Bucky asked.
“Three for sure, but there are more coming. I can tell. They were doing that screechy call thing.”
“Civilians know about that?” Brock asked, seemingly impressed.
“We’ve all played Left 4 Dead. We know a witch’s call when we hear one,” Darcy retorted.
Bucky jumped out into the corridor and dispatched the three zombies that were after her, tossing them out the broken window in the hall and coming back into the office. They barricaded the door with a desk and hunkered down behind it.
“Whatever you do, don’t make a sound. They’ll hear you.”
She knew that, of course. But she was also so much more relieved than she had been a few minutes ago.
“I know you know that, doll... I just...” Bucky shrugged and reached for her hand. She leaned her head against Brock’s chest and listened to his heartbeat instead of the inhuman groaning that came from the hallway behind them.
for @mindfullostitinerant
260 words
Rated T
I know somewhere we can hide. Do you trust me?
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Darcy shrieked as a pair of strong arms yanked her backwards and a door slammed in front of her, effectively closing her off from the shambling hoard that was hellbent on eating her.
She turned and came face to face with her neighbor.
A man who introduced himself as Pete, but whom she knew to be Frank Castle, AKA the Punisher.
Her bosses at SHIELD had her looking after him, but it appeared old Pete/Frank was doing the same for her.
“I know you know who I am,” he breathed, turning around and stalking to a closet nearby. He pulled out what looked like a shotgun and turned back to face her. “And I know who you are. So can we trust each other now?”
“Yeah,” Darcy said, nodding slowly. He tossed the shotgun towards her.
“I know a place we can hide,” he informed her, while pulling an entire fucking arsenal out of the closet. “It’ll take us a couple days on foot, but if we can hot wire a car, we’re golden.”
“I have a car,” she said. “I have keys. No hot wiring necessary.”
“Okay then.” He scooped up a bag and looked over at her. “I don’t think I have anything that will fit you, and your apartment is...”
“I’m a SHIELD agent. There’s a go bag in my car, no worries.”
“Okay, so are we good?”
“For now,” Darcy said cryptically.
“Good enough for me.” Frank cocked his own shotgun. “You ready?”
“Ready,” she nodded, and he kicked open the door and started shooting.
“Oh god, I said I wasn’t going to do this,” Darcy moaned into his mouth.
“Why not?” Dean asked. “It’s so much fun.” His hand was warm as he slid it under her shirt and up to her bra, where he had turned down the cup to thumb over her nipple.
“Because you always leave and then it’s not fun anymore.”
He groaned and ended the kiss. “Yeah... I do... it’s not fun for me either, does that make it better?”
“It’s not?” Darcy asked, hooking her fingers in the neck of his t-shirt.
“No... don’t you think I’d rather stay between your legs than chasing demons?”
“No?” she offered, kissing him again.
“I mean, I would miss that life, but it’s real nice down there,” he murmured.
“I guess that does help a little,” she acquiesced.
“Want me to tell you when I miss you the most?” he caught her lips and she unzipped his jeans, reaching inside.
“When?” she asked.
“When I wake up in the morning. I miss your hair in my face.”
Darcy laughed out loud. “Lies. You complain about that all the damn time.” But she had her hand wrapped around his cock, so she wasn’t too upset.
He rasped out the next little bit. “I complain because I love it.”
“Love it, huh?”
“Yep,” he said, glancing down at her hand, watching it move up and down. “Love it.”
“You’re a mess,” she said, rolling her eyes and gathering her hair in one hand. He took it from her as she lowered her head in his lap.
“For you, I am...” He hissed when her lips touched him.
Hermione took a preliminary sip of her Gigglewater, stifling the resulting laugh in a vain attempt to hide from Bill and Charlie that she was drinking it early.
It didn’t work.
“Can’t drink it early,” Charlie chastised. “Your New Year’s wish won’t come true!”
“That’s not accurate,” she said, smirking. “That’s just something parents told children when they didn’t have enough money to make their children’s wishes come true.”
“You’ve got a jaded view of wishes, then,” Bill said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “It’s not a wish if you tell someone. It’s just a resolution then.”
Hermione laughed. “Right. When I was a child, I resolved to go to EuroDisney every year...”
“Just because you didn’t have the money to make it happen didn’t mean you didn’t try,” Charlie countered. “Even if I don’t know what that is.”
“I mean... you’re not wrong, I guess,” Hermione said, taking another sip from her glass and giggling.
“Stop it,” Bill said, grabbing her glass and holding it out of her reach. “Not till midnight.”
“I already know what I’m wishing for,” Hermione replied haughtily.
“Don’t tell me.”
“It involves you,” she teased. “And you,” she directed to Charlie.
“Oh really?” Charlie leaned in to kiss her neck. “Is it a naughty wish?”
She rolled her eyes and kissed the tip of his nose. Not especially.”
“Aww,” Bill slipped an arm around her waist. “Love you, Mione. You know that, right?”
“Yes, I do.” She nuzzled her nose against his and then Charlie gripped her shoulder and pointed at the clock.
“Ten seconds to go!”
And as they counted down, Hermione thought about her wish. Her resolution. Whichever.
She wanted to make this year just like the last, and keep both Charlie and Bill close. So she wished... resolved... whichever... to be more open and honest with both of them. Because whatever she’d done this year... she’d pleased someone, if one believed in a higher power. And she wanted to continue on that path because she was so happy, it almost hurt.
“Happy New Year!” Charlie bellowed, taking a sip from Hermione’s Gigglewater and forcing her to wrench his pint out of his hand to toast with.
Bill tried to snatch her glass from Charlie, but it didn’t really work and ended up with both of them wearing the rest of her drink.
She smiled. Her new year was off to a wonderful start.
