#shockingdarcy

[ahawkinthevents]

[text] I got you a thing. Mostly I can't tell you bc lol christmas but I am too excited to not tell you that I got the thing!

[text] You got me a thing?

[text] Should I be concerned?

[text] Is it a good thing?

[text] Will I like the thing?

[levoleurcinetique-blog]

Winter baby - for Darcy

They’ve had too much eggnog. And peppermint vodka. And Drambuie, because Remy never goes on a drinking binge without whiskey. There’s been generous measures of Kahlua Gingerbread poured into the hot chocolate with the marshmallows as well as St. Remy à la Crème because they both think it’s hilarious and all too fitting that he has booze named after him. Remy and Darcy are sprawled together on the couch in front of the bottles and mountains of food, swathed in pillows and blankets with the kittens curled up and purring at their feet while It’s A Wonderful Life plays in the background.

“Oh c’mon,” Darcy argues, rolling her eyes. “I can totally outcheese you.”

“No, you can’t,” Remy objects, taking a gulp of eggnog. “You haven’t met who I work wit’. Hank an’ Bobby can kill a football field of people wit’ bad jokes.”

"But you’re too cool for that, aren’t you, Mister I Wear Sunglasses At Night?” She knows it’s to hide his mutation, but that doesn’t stop her from poking his side when he doesn’t reply victoriously. “Too cool and too old. Eat my dust, old man; I’ll show you cheesy." Giving him a sugar sweet smile, she puts a hand on his knee. "Hey angel, shouldn’t you be sitting on top of the tree?”

“Pffft," he snorted. "You’re de reason Santa even has a naughty list.”

"I’d let you join in my reindeer games any day.” Darcy leans forward precariously, swaying slightly and her hand slides down to his crotch. It’s an accident, but Remy isn’t one not to take advantage of an opportunity like that. Quickly, he shifts so that she’s between his legs and on top of him. “Mais oui, chère, dat ain’t no candy cane in my pocket. An’ while I don’t know what a nice girl like you’s doin’ on a naughty list like dis, I am so very happy t’see you," he purrs with a grin that could melt butter with a glance.

“I don’t wanna see Santa’s little helper!" she exclaims and flops on his chest, giggling helplessly as he chuckles along with her. Not seeming to mind all that much, he rests his forehead against hers. "Hey. Hold still fo’ me, okay? I’m gettin’ a real good look at what I really want fo’ Christmas.”

Darcy doesn’t say anything before pulling him into a sloppy, drunken, but passionately charged kiss.

[levoleurcinetique-blog]

Ey, daddio, momma says you taught her how to play poker, when you gonna teach me? (darcyxremy)

"When you stop callin’ me daddio.”

"You take after your mama so much, le Seigneur t’aide.”

[lxgnr-blog]

             "You must be one of Jane's harpies companions."

[levoleurcinetique-blog]

◎ how do you feel about me right this moment in our relationship?

"I’m honestly surprised you haven’t left yet, though I’ve been pretty good about keepin’ you out of th’ crazier parts of my life."

"Considerin’ pretty soon shit’s gon’ hit th’ fan real fast, I’m not sure how much longer it’ll last. If you go, I won’t blame you.”

[askagentsitwell]

First thought: "I can see myself in his glasses. And in the shine of his head."

[dxrcylewis]

broken tag dag yo

[fortunefavorsthebravedude-blog]

Penny for your thoughts.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."