Darcy/Stephen Strange - The Big Kiss that gets interrupted - Speedrun Prompts
for @artemisgarden
1,217 words
Rated T
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“Are you insane?” Stephen sounded sort of upset, if Darcy was going to call it anything at all. She pressed her lips together because while she could definitely understand his query, she sensed he had more to get out than just that one question.
“Do you actually have problems with decision making, Lewis? Your doctorate tells me that no, you don’t, but then again, the fact that you ended up here, in the very place I asked you -- very politely I might add, as per your request for all future communication -- not to visit. Not to come within a mile of. But you took that as invitation to come here? To ground zero of the very… event that you, yourself predicted?” He exhaled.
“Are you finished?” she asked, glancing over to where Ian was standing, arms full of her equipment, wind whipping all around them.
“Well… I…” He flailed his arms for a moment before crossing them in front of his chest. “Yes, I’m finished.”
“Okay, well, as you know, I’m a scientist first, and a heeder of warnings second, I didn’t want to miss any readings that might help with my research. I understand that my being here is some sort of sore spot for you, but there is a storm shelter right over there, Ian and I just needed to put out some of my equipment to measure different levels in the storm, and then we’d be down in that shelter, safe. Now that you’re here, you’ve cost us valuable minutes where we could already be finished.”
“The fact that the general populace has been evacuated didn’t register at all as dangerous? My own warning notwithstanding?” Stephen asked, gesturing to the empty farm behind him.
Darcy sniffed and looked around, noticing for the first time that there were no other cars around other than the one she and Ian had come in. No animals on what was clearly a dairy farm either. “Now that you mention it, that is sort of weird, but--”
“But nothing, we’re leaving.” He drew one of his portals in the air and gestured towards it, the wind picking up considerably.
“Just let me set out my equipment. This is the biggest one of these storms to hit since the blip unblipped. I want to get the readings. It’ll take like… thirty seconds since we don’t have to take time to run for shelter now.” She held her hands out to Ian, who quickly handed off two of her interstellar barometric gauge readers. He had the other two.
She handed one to Stephen, who took it because she left him no choice but to take it or risk breaking the state-of-the-art patent-pending equipment she was utilizing for the first time. She set each of the readers up, synced up with satellites in the upper atmosphere. They’d relay the information to her computer back home.
After they got each one set up and turned on, She allowed Stephen to pull both her and Ian into the portal, dropping them off in his living room. An interesting choice for landing points, but whatever.
She coughed and closed her eyes for a moment to stop her head from spinning.
“You both could have died,” Stephen hissed.
“Excuse me, Dr. Strange, sir…” Ian began. “I know full well the risks involved with Dr. Lewis’s research and I know that the research is paramount to understanding these superstorm cells…”
“So you were aware of the risks involved and still allowed your mentor to walk into certain death?”
Ian swallowed and set his jaw. “No offense meant to Dr. Lewis, but have you met her? What do you think would have happened to me if I’d tried that?”
Darcy snickered, and Stephen rolled his eyes, turning back to her.
“Do you know how worried I was?” he asked.
Her eyebrows went straight up. “I’m sorry, how worried you were? I wasn’t aware I was supposed to take your feelings into consideration when I made life or death decisions. You certainly don’t take mine into consideration.”
He narrowed his eyes, focusing directly on her. “I never made any life or death gambles either.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t think our ‘acquaintanceship necessitates’ that I check in with you for every little thing.” She raised her eyebrows questioningly. Because for someone who very clearly didn’t want to be in a relationship with her, he certainly cared a lot about her knowing how worried he was.
Stephen’s look hardened, his voice lowering to a volume that might not be as noticeable to Ian. “I specifically warned you… would you excuse us, please?” he asked, directing his attention to Ian. “If you’ll walk down that hall there, the kitchen is fully stocked. Help yourself.” Ian lingered, glancing over at Darcy as if he weren’t sure whether to leave her or not.
She waved him on, and he went, her gaze not breaking from where it was currently boring into Stephen’s. “You specifically warned me…” She gestured for him to go on.
“I warned you it was dangerous,” he continued. “I did that out of worry for your safety... “
“And that’s it?”
“Yes, that’s why I warned you. Believe it or not, I think the world’s better with you in it.”
“Oh,” she chuckled, breaking his gaze to wander over to fiddle with something on an end table. It looked expensive. But everything in Stephen’s place did. “The world’s better with me in it? Why is that, pray-tell? My exceptional brain? My research? My connections with Thor and New Asgard?”
“Of course your brain and research are important,” Stephen insisted. “But that isn’t why… I can also visit New Asgard whenever I please, with or without your connections...”
She snorted derisively.
“Are you going to make me say it?” he asked.
Darcy smirked. “Absolutely I am.”
“I... “ he began, trailing off.
Darcy laughed and started to walk down the hall in the same direction Ian had gone. He was probably lost. She’d show him the way to the kitchen.
“May I show you instead?” Stephen ventured, and she stopped walking, turning back.
“I’m intrigued by how you’d do that… considering you could never engage in an intimate sort of relationship with--”
He moved closer to her, cutting her off and reaching for her hand. “May I show you?” he repeated, his voice low and his eyes impossibly dark as he peered into hers.
Her belly swooped and she nodded, hoping like hell she wasn’t just wishful thinking again.
Stephen leaned down to press his lips to hers, and they did, for a tantalizing second before someone cleared their throat.
They both turned towards the sound to see Ian again. “Sorry, but I got lost… which way is the kitchen?”
“Here,” Stephen drew another portal, this one to the kitchen. “Just through there.”
“Right, thanks…” Ian ducked back inside, the portal closing after him.
“Sorry, he’s kind of…”
“Gone,” Stephen finished for her, leaning down once more, his hands cupping her face.
Darcy rose up on her toes and moved into the kiss, her hands gripping his forearms to keep herself steady. Tilting her head to deepen the kiss she let her eyes flutter closed when his tongue swept briefly into her mouth.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Thor (Movies), Doctor Strange (2016), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Stephen Strange
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster, Stephen Strange
Additional Tags: they met in quarantine, Zoom calls, the butterbean, Darcy Lewis is the Lucy Ricardo of the MCU
Summary:
Stuck in quarantine and recently dumped, Darcy Lewis really doesn't want this assignment. But Jane has promised her extra Reese's minis if she'll just be the one who zoom calls Dr. Stephen Strange to discuss their SHIELD portal project.
Which is fine. Darcy can handle a second terrible British dude, no problem.
Things just get complicated after Darcy omits one, tiny, tiny life detail: she's six months pregnant.
Wrapping up her 31st trip around the sun, Emily finds herself awash in blessings and gifts from the universe in the form of new Taylor Swift music, one less corrupt billionaire in the world, and best of all: the return of her favorite character to the MCU. That's right, Shipper City. Darcy Lewis Rides Again and will be back in Disney+'s show, WandaVision. Better make room in the budget, Jer.
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--Widowshock - because I love you baby that’s no lie by TardisIsTheOnlyWaytoTravel
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My Stephen/Darcy fic finally has a plot. I admit it, I wrote the first two chapters without knowing where I wanted the story to go but now I have a plot in hand. It’s probably Hallmark Channel-levels of cheesy, but it’s something at least.
Inspiration from @dresupi‘s Holiday Cocktail Prompts, originally posted in November 2018 :)
Choose a drink and a ship from one of the fandoms below and I’ll write you a drabble (guaranteed 400-800 words, if I write more it’s my gift to you :D) based on the flavor and spirit, if you will, of the drink :) Drabbles will tentatively be posted twice a week from the beginning of June to the end of August, depending on the volume of the requests. If you are so inclined, I also have my ko-fi open for donations, but that’s totally not required <3
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I will write a ship of your choice from the following fandoms:
Marvel (Darcyland, MCU, Netflix, Fox, Sony, and Comics - no AoS, Cloak and Dagger, or Runaways at this time)
Harry Potter (no Fantastic Beasts at this time)
Red Dead Redemption 2
DC (Wondertrev, Raven/BB, or Harlivy only)
Star Wars (OT and Sequels, no incest or Reylo)
Drinks list goes under the cut :) thanks for your consideration! <3
March 22 - Tongue-tied, Darcy Lewis/Stephen Strange for @meilan-firaga
“This one?” Darcy put a book down on the table in front of Strange. He definitely lived up to the name, she thought. An odd sort indeed, even if he was sexy as all get-out. She’d had more than a few dreams about that facial hair of his since Jane loaned her out to help Strange with his research.
“That’s the one.” He flipped it open, started rapidly scanning the pages written in a language she couldn’t read - she thought it might be Sanskrit. As usual he completely forgot her existence when he was deep in the books, so she quietly started picking up the ones he’d already discarded and putting them back on her cart to re-shelve. Thank goodness she’d taken those library science classes, even if Wong had a completely different way of shelving things than the Dewey classification.
“That’s it!” Strange startled her by jumping to his feet. “This is the enchantment I’ve been searching for! I know what to do now.”
“Let’s go!” Darcy said enthusiastically. She’d been ready for DAYS. The Avengers were out there fighting for time, along with every other hero Earth had managed to dredge up, and she’d been trapped in this library quite long enough sneezing over dusty old books.
“Not you. You’re not coming.”
“Oh, yes I am!” There was no way he was leaving her behind. No. Freaking. Way. Darcy’s eyes narrowed. She would use every tactic at her disposal to get her way. Even the really dirty ones.
Stephen drew himself up, narrowing his annoyingly deep blue eyes at her and gazing down over the nearly-a-foot distance in their heights. “Do you know who I am, girl?”
“An arrogant asshat with the common sense of a gnat?”
Stephen’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times with sheer shock, but he was damned fast, Darcy had to give him that. He recovered quickly and raised his finger to waggle it at her. She deliberately folded his arms under her breasts and watched his eyes drop.
“I am the Sorcewer Supweme!” Stephen would forever afterwards swear that Darcy had used some sort of enchantment to make the words mangle in his mouth. She would just smile and agree that her boobs were magical all by themselves.
Darcy’s eyes lit up.
“Sorcerer Supreme,” he repeated the words slowly and carefully.
Darcy opened her mouth.
“Mawwiage!” she declaimed. “Mawwiage is what bwings us togethaw today. Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam within a dweam. And wuvv, twue wuvv...”
“If I say you can come with me, please will you stop quoting The Princess Bride?” Stephen said desperately.
Darcy smiled and tucked her hand into his arm. “I knew you’d come to see things my way. Let’s go save the world. Wuvv.”
Darcy Lewis arrives at the doorstep of the New York Sanctum and manages to befriend a reluctant Dr. Strange.
Rated G
Also available on AO3 and FFnet
It has only been a few weeks since the chaos, since Doctor Stephen Strange died repeatedly to stop the world from being sucked into a timeless void. He is just getting his feet back under him and the Sanctums rebuilt when the doorbell rang on the New York Sanctum. He had not been aware he had a doorbell, given that his only visitors had been sorcerers themselves, who had a bad habit of showing up unannounced and letting themselves in.
A woman a bit younger than him with long wavy brown hair and rather attractive curves was standing on his doorstep.
“Hi,” she said.
“Um… Hello,” Strange said. It came out almost as a question.
She cleared her throat and started speaking in a rush. “Hi. I already said that. Never mind. Stephen Strange? I’m Darcy Lewis. You probably don’t remember me, I mean, how would you. You were in a coma at the time. Which really sucks. I’m Darcy and I was the other driver.”
After everything he has seen in the last few months, Strange is not an easy man to surprise. This managed to stun him into silence.
Darcy started speaking again. “I don’t know why I came here, especially after all this while. I mean, I checked on you a bit after the accident but it was all ‘family and close friends only’ and I mean, the police report didn’t blame me but I still felt bad about it, especially since I knew you were hurt so bad. And then when I tried to check on you no one seemed to know where you had gone, just that you had left the country. And I moved to London for a little while for my internship and life went kind of insane. And now I’m graduated and figured I should try to look you up again. I’m sure it’s probably really selfish tracking you down like this just to assuage my own… What the hell are you wearing?” she demanded, cutting herself off.
“It’s a tunic,” he said. “And a cloak.”
Then it was Darcy’s turn to be stunned into silence. Finally, she managed “And why are you wearing a tunic and cloak?”
“Because I’m a sorcerer, the Sorcerer Supreme, actually.” He said it as though it were a relatively normal thing, being a sorcerer. “Would you like to come in?” The truth was, he felt suddenly guilty with her here. He had been so caught up in his own pain that the fate of the other driver had never crossed his mind.
He stepped out of the doorway to let her in.
“You’re a sorcerer? Like Loki?” she asked, as though being a sorcerer was only slightly odd.
“Not exactly. I protect earth from magical and extradimensional threats.”
“Cool. Was this a recent career change, or are you allowed to be a sorcerer and a doctor?”
“I am a doctor,” he said, a little sharply. “I’m not practicing medicine at the moment, but I earned a medical degree and the title that goes with it.”
“Oh. Right. Sorry,” she said, looking remorseful.
“And yes,” he said, changing the subject back. “Sorcerer is a relatively new career path for me, within the last year.”
“Is the magic house of magic new, too?”
“The New York Sanctum is at least several hundred years old. I am still learning the details of its history. But it is new to me.”
“So what made you decide on sorcery?”
“I didn’t,” he said honestly. “I think sorcery chose me. Would you like some tea, or something? I don’t have guests here very often. Ever, actually.”
“Yeah, thanks. That would be great.”
He makes the tea but the kettle won’t stop shaking in his hand when he tries to pour. She must have noticed, but doesn’t say anything, and he transitions almost smoothly into using magic and showing off. It’s frustrating that, after everything, he still can’t get his hands to do something as simple as pouring tea.
“I never did find out how you were after the crash,” he said.
She shrugged. “Probably because there wasn’t much to find out. I was lucky. I walked away with two broken bones, which healed back stronger, and a scar.” She rolled up her sleeve to reveal a jagged scar. “Which I’m pretty proud of, by the way, because I hang out with some kinda badass people and it’s nice to have a tough looking scar. Besides, you had your own crap to deal with at the time, being comatose for example.” She took a sip of the tea and accepted his offer of sugar.
“I’m glad you’re alright,” he said.
“You too. I mean, sure, I wasn’t hurt as bad, but you turned into a wizard, which is awesome. Anyway, I won’t bug you anymore, I just… I’m still not even sure, just wanted to check in, I guess. It was nice to meet you, Doctor Strange.”
“You too, Miss Lewis.”
He never expected to see her again, but there she was two days later, standing on his doorstep with a box of cookies.
“Hi,” she said brightly. “I was in the area and thought ‘hey, why not bring some cookies to the good doctor.’”
“I don’t need your pity,” he said, but it was said with weariness rather than heat.
“Pity? Who’s got pity? You’re a wizard. You practically live in Hogwarts. I may have not told you the full truth. What I really thought was ‘hey, maybe if I bring the good doctor some cookies, he’ll give me a tour of his awesome magical house,’ but it would seem less planned if I just gave you the cookies and let you taste them and then decided to give me a tour out of the goodness of your heart.”
“A tour? Of the house?” Strange asked.
“Yes. It’s awesome and the closest thing to Hogwarts that I know where it is.”
He glanced back at the book he was reading. He almost sent her away but decided against it. There was something contagious about her enthusiasm. He flashed her a smile.
