#promptkinspice

[amusewithaview]

For the Darcyland Promptkin Spice - allspice TaserBones or WinterShock?

“Why is 200-something pounds of protection detail trying to smother me into a wall?” Darcy asked around a face full of tactical gear.

The aforementioned protection detail made a soft, rumbly sort of sound and seemed to condense around her like a muscly cloud. She wasn’t in any kind of pain, just pressed between a wall and a man who apparently had less impulse control than her two year old nephew.

“The man currently trying to become one with your hair is one of Fury’s Agents,” Natasha answered, voice smooth and calm.

Mr. Protection Detail Agent stiffened at her words and the rumbly sound got a little growly: a little less happy hum/cat noise and more annoyed dog. He didn’t move but Darcy got the feeling that he was paying a little more attention to his surroundings now than he had a moment ago.

“The triple agents? The Hydra mole types?” Darcy clarified.

“Yes, Brock was one of their success stories.”

“So...serum?” Darcy ventured, patting Mr. Protection Detail on the side. The gesture was meant as half ‘we’re all good here, buddy’ and half ‘but please let me up soon,’ and she wasn’t sure if that had been properly communicated because when he let her go and stepped back he had the strangest look on his face.

“Their experiment was a bit more...crude... then Erskine’s. With the loss of their scientists, they turned more towards the occult.”

Mr. Protection Detail’s eyes flickered for a moment between warm brown and brilliant gold. “You smell like home,” he said hoarsely.

“Uhhh... translation please?” Darcy asked Natasha. The Agent wasn’t fidgeting, per se, but his fingers were flexing a bit at the tips and he was leaning in towards her in a way that made her think she was going to be getting hugged again, and soon.

“Congratulations, I think you will be very happy together,” Natasha said.

“Nat? Wait, EXPLAIN, NAT. Fine, yes, you can hug me again but only if SHE EXPLAINS-”

[leftennant]

Hi all!  Here’s a round-up of all the awesome fic written for the Promptkin Spice Challenge so far!

On AO3

@gyoroandururun - Practice Makes Perfect, Tasertricks, Rated E

@zephrbabe - Rosy Cheeks, Steve x Darcy x Peggy (abo dynamics) Rated G

@zephrbabe - Not What Maintenance Closets Are For, Taserbones, Rated E

@leftennant - Rainbows Over Jersey, Wintershock, Rated E

@dresupi - Howl, Quicktaser, (werewolf dynamics) Rated E

@tasers-and-mischief - Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice, various Darcyland ships including Taserticks, Shieldshock, Wintershock, Quicktaser, Taserwings, and Darcy x Wanda, Rated M

@grimeysociety - Fuck It I Love You, Shieldshock, Rated E

On Tumblr

@amusewithaview - Wintershock + Allspice and werewolf dynamics, Darcy x Johnny Storm + Garam Masala, Taserwings + Coriander, Darcy x Imhotep, Wintershock + Cloves, Taserbones + Allspice, Darcy with the OG Avengers if AOU never happened + Coriander with a Hint of Cayenne, Darcy x Valkyrie + Ginger

Now for the Good Stuff

Everyone who participated so far will get a custom graphic pertaining to their fic.  You may choose either a banner, a giftset, or a photoset/collage. Please contact @anniemar, @amidtheflowers, or @leftennant to request your graphic.  If you wrote for the event and it somehow got missed on this list please let us know.  We’ll correct it immediately. :)

This event will continue until October 1st, so if you haven’t posted a fic yet, you still have time.  All participants will get a choice of graphic custom-made for their fic.  Here’s a link to the collection on ao3.  Happy writing!!!

[zephrbabe]

peggy/darcy/steve with cardamom

Cardamom was "flushed & complex"

A/B/O, modern!Peggy (modern AU, I guess? But two of the characters are already modern, so), pregnancy, fluff, fluffier than an alpaca in a blow dryer factory

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"We're back, Peg."

Peggy looked up from her briefing files with a smile. She logged out of her secure server and set aside her tablet; these two rated all her attention.

With one hand, she reached out for the coffee tray Steve carried; with the other, she tugged Darcy off Steve's arm and into her lap. Darcy's cheeks were rosy from the crisp autumn air and the return to a warm building.

Peggy passed Darcy what smelled like hot apple cider, and set her own black Americano on her desk. Steve, she noted, already had whipped cream on his upper lip from whatever frappa-disaster he was drinking today. He was beaming between sips, already bouncing from the sugar.

Peggy couldn't help her hand dropping to Darcy's gently rounded belly, or leaning forward to press an intimate kiss behind her ear. She smelled lush and full of life, even under all the warm, omega-soft clothing Steve liked to bundle her in.

"How is our wee one today?" Peggy's palm rubbed over Darcy's burgundy coat, absently feeling for movement even though the books said it was too early. "Dr. Subramanian give a good report?"

Thanks to Steve's serum, SHIELD had provided (insisted on) a doctor for Darcy's pregnancy. Darcy, however, had insisted on her own obstetrician and midwife. She'd made a few SHIELD bureaucrats' ears bleed before she got her way.

Peggy had negotiated the balancing act between the three medical professionals, and Steve had smothered them both in a nest twice as big as anything he'd built their omega before.

"Well..." Darcy tugged one fingerless glove off, fiddling with the cup in her hand. Fiddling was Darcy's tell.

Darcy bit her lip on a grin, but Steve burst out- "It's twins! We're having wee ones!"

"What?!" Peggy collapsed back in her office chair, managing to keep a hand on Darcy's back for balance. Her mind raced, and her lungs threatened to boil into pure light.

With a scandalized look, Darcy whapped Steve on the thigh with her glove, further throwing off her balance. "You thunder-stealer! I was going to tell her."

Peggy laughed, half out of Darcy's banter and half because she was so full of affection it was about to start spilling from her eyes. She wrapped both arms around their omega's waist just as Steve bent down to press a kiss to her lips.

"Sorry, doll. I'm just so happy."

With an mollified grin, Darcy snagged the back of his neck to coax him into a deeper kiss. When she let him loose, Peggy took her moment to kiss Darcy with all the surprise and joy roiling inside her. Darcy's mouth tasted of Steve's pumpkin spice drink.

"So," Darcy hedged, cheeks now pink from excitement and the attention of her two alphas, "good news?"

Peggy blinked against the grateful tears brimming in her eyes. Love and gratitude for this sweet woman, the mother of their children, their omega. "The best."

Darcy pecked her lips one last time and tucked herself under Peggy's chin, holding her close, and letting Peggy's tears drip into her hair.

Next to them, but letting them be just two for a moment, Steve sipped his drink, thoughtful.

"We're gonna need a bigger nest."

[sachertortes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis Characters: Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Smut, PWP, Romance, not even plot adjacent tbh, only the barest whiff of a plot, plot-flavored LaCroix if you will, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dom/sub Undertones, Praise Kink, Creampie, Knotting Summary:

Darcy's current situation is as follows -

Being on the run: bad

Being on the run without suppressants: worse

Having to proposition the Alpha supersoldier she’s on the run with: The Worst.

(Written for the 2019 Darcyland PromptkinSpice Challenge)

[dresupi]

Pietro has a mission with some of the Avengers. One where they have to tackle and capture some kind of feral wolf-creature. He comes back from said mission with some decidedly different tendencies than the ones he left with. He growls. He bites. He... holds himself back because he's worried. Darcy's got her own mission, and she's totally accepting it: Make her boyfriend feel comfortable in his new normal. Super simple, all things considered.

Hey guys! This is my first offering for Promptkin Spice! I'm using the prompt: Ginger - biting and impassioned.

I saw biting, and I immediately went to werewolves. As you do. ;)

This chapter is the mission that leads to the werewolf stuff. I promise more bitey/growly things will happen in chapters 2 and 3. <3

Special thanks to @lady-pascal for betaing/cleaning this up to post! <3

[grimeysociety]

Fuck it I love you (1/3)

Content Creator(s): grimeysociety

Squares Filled: M1 "I never loved someone the way that I love you"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers

Warning(s)/Trigger(s): Smut, Referenced Blood and Grief, Avengers: Endgame Spoilers, Relationship Breakdowns, Angst

Summary: She didn’t think she and Steve were compatible at all. It wasn’t so much that they were from totally different eras. It was more what she perceived his personality to be when she met him and how it wouldn’t work with her.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20514911/chapters/48687965

[tasers-and-mischief-blog]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The first ship chapter has been posted, for those interested :D Wintershock Cinnamon!

[amusewithaview]

am i allowed to prompt even though i'm helping to run the event? because if so, cloves and bucky would be amazing. ;)

Bucky traced the words just below his right collarbone absently. He wasn’t sure when they first appeared, but he knew he hadn’t met them yet. Hydra had never been able to entirely remove his first meetings with Steve or Natasha, just blur them a bit. Steve’s words had been on his arm originally, but had migrated to the bottom of his foot when he lost it: I had ‘em on the ropes. Natasha’s words weren’t visible to him without a mirror, curved as they were just underneath his left ear: Готов к обучению.

He wasn’t sure what to think of the newest words. He wasn’t sure what tone they would be said in, or under what circumstances. Dwelling on it was stupid but he couldn’t help it, really. He’d exchanged words with Steve right after a fight, and with Natasha right before one - he couldn’t help but worry that the third time would be the same.

It wouldn’t be the first time he was wrong.

(”Not the last, either.”“Shut up, Sam.”)

He’d heard all sorts of stories about Thor’s ladylove and her best friend. The shit they got into was all kinds of weird. Then he met Jane and she was like all the most troublesome bits of Steve and Tony mixed into some unholy cocktail. Bucky couldn’t help but shake his head and marvel.

The best friend was a knockout, and he smiled his most charming smile at her when he took her hand and told her, “Rumor has it you get into more trouble than a fox in a hen house, Ms. Lewis.”

Her face wiped clean of all expression for a microsecond before a devious smirk appeared. It set his pulse thrumming and he followed gamely when she used his grip on her hand to tug him closer and whisper in his ear-

“Big talk from the world’s most famous sheepdog.”

Bucky gulped. “May I have this dance?”