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Witches - Darcy Lewis/Sabretooth

for @artemisgarden​ 392 words Rated T Maybe we can help each other. What do you ask for in return?

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Victor reached up and tugged at the collar of his shirt. He despised wearing button downs, but he’d figured it was appropriate attire for a Lewis Family gathering. Boy, was he ever wrong.

While everyone else stood around in shorts and faded sports team t-shirts, Victor stood out like a sore thumb wearing what could only be described as work-casual. Not to mention he was baking in this getup.

Darcy slid in beside him and hooked her arm through his. “Hey, can I borrow you for a second?”

“Yes,” he said, probably too quickly, but he really didn’t care. He didn’t plan on ever seeing these people again if he could help it.

Once she pulled him out toward the car, she leaned up to give him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. “We can leave in five minutes.”

“Oh thank the gods,” he said, exhaling. “Does this pay off my debt?”

Darcy shrugged. “I mean... I guess. You technically fulfilled your duties. Even if you do smell like sweat and shirt starch.”

“You didn’t tell me the dress code.”

“I said casual!” she protested.

“Your dad’s shirt is covered in paint.”

“Well lah-dee-dah, Mr. Creed. I had no idea you had such high standards.”

He rolled his eyes, and reached for the top button of his shirt. “Well, now you know,” he teased.

“Thanks though. For doing this. My family might think I’m mostly normal, even if my ‘boyfriend’ has a big stick up his ass’.”

“Is that what they’re saying?” he asked, reaching for and unbuttoning his cuffs before rolling them up his forearms.

“Bless the goddess, put those things away, there’s a playground with children right over there,” she gasped, grabbing his wrist and pushing his arm down. She glanced around furtively to make sure no one saw.

“You wouldn’t let me undo them for the whole damn cookout,” he said. “Not sure why it would have mattered.”

“Because while it would have definitely ensured that I was attracted to you. I’m saying, that’s indecent,” she glanced down again. “I was about to cast a cooling spell on you, but I don’t think you deserve it now. I gotta say bye to my mom, I’ll be right back, kay?”

“I deserve it,” he called after her. “I deserve it, Darcy!” He reached to to roll up the other sleeve.

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Zombie Apocalypse - Darcy Lewis/Sabretooth

for @aliitvodeson​ 275 words Rated T My family has a cabin in the mountains. We’ll be safe there.

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“My family has a cabin in the mountains. We’ll be safe there.”

The place was deserted. But it looked relatively untouched. Darcy tried not to think about why none of her family members were here, and instead went out back to turn on the solar generator.

Victor was closing off entrances to the wrap around deck when she came back, hammering boards up to keep walkers from crawling up to them when they invariably showed up.

“Any sign of---“ he began, but Darcy cut him off with a shake of her head.

“I’m sure they’re on their way.”

She shot him a wan smile and went to help him nail spare board up on the sides of the deck.

Tears were burning her eyes by the time they finished and Victor wasn’t buying that it was allergies,  so when they finished up, he pulled her into his arms for a hug.

It was weird at first. She didn’t know Victor did this.  He’d never hugged her before.

But it was nice and she sank into it, letting her tears fall on his shoulder for a few minutes before sniffling and looking up at him. “Thanks. I needed that.”

He smiled and reached down to wipe the tears from her cheek. “Looked like it. Let me know if you need another one. I’m not the best at reading emotions, but I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

“Let’s eat first,” Darcy replied, turning to gaze out over the mountain. All she heard were crickets. That was a good sign. Maybe they’d have a few days before the hoard arrived.

“Sounds good,” he said. “I’m starving.”

“Me too.”

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Vampires - Darcy Lewis/Sabretooth

for @artemisgarden​ 171 words Rated T First bite

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Darcy ran her tongue along his jawline, pausing over his pulse to feel it thud over her tongue.

“You’re hotter than most,” she whispered.

“Thank you,” Victor said, grinning as she sighed.

“Temperature-wise, I mean...”

“Oh, I suppose you’ve seen more attractive men in your many centuries of life?” He teased.

“I’ve seen many men. You are one of the more attractive,” she whispered, closing her eyes as the thud of his pulse resonated throughout her body like it was hers. Like she was a part of him and he of her. “You’re certain you want me to---“

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Pretty sure you’re not gonna drain me.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“I think you could. But you won’t, is what I’m sayin’,” he explained.

He had her there. She didn’t like to drain her conquests. Where was the fun in that? Her fangs clicked down. “You’re right, I won’t.”

He tilted his head and she sank her fangs deep into his flesh, groaning as her mouth was suddenly flooded with life.

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Witches - Darcy Lewis/Sabretooth

for @invisibleismyname​ 150 words Rated T What exactly was in that tea you gave me?

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Victor rolled his shoulders as they made their way to the customs counter. “What was in that tea you gave me?”

Darcy sighed. “A mutation suppressant so we can get through this without you having to assert your authority over all the customs agents.”

“Are you serious? I’ve never held us up before.”

“If this was a TV show, now would be the montage of you holding us up with your alpha male personality...” she replied drolly.

“Ha, ha. It’s not that many times.”

“I’m a witch who specializes in fire spells, but I freaking created an herbal tea like a damn hedge witch, so what does that tell you?”

Victor mumbled something under his breath and she linked her arm through his. “Not that I don’t love that alpha male personality at other times...”

He preened a little, allowing her to scratch his head as they approached the counter.

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Werewolves - Darcy Lewis/Sabretooth

for @littlemrscookie​ 253 words Rated T I can’t resist you

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The wolf sniffed him, Victor was somewhat amused, because this thing had approached him in the forest and acted like it was going to defend its territory, but then all it did was sniff him.

Sniff him and then shift into a nude woman who had her head buried against his chest. “You smell... glorious,” she whispered, looking up into his eyes. “What is that?”

He shook his head. “CK Ine?”

She gave him a very unamused look and shook her head. “It’s clearly an imitation. Under that, wise-ass.”

“Wise-ass? You’re the one who came upon me in the forest and started smelling me.”

“You’re complaining about a naked woman smelling you?”

“Not if she’s gonna do more than sniff,” he said with a smirk.

“Tell me what you are, and we’ll talk,” she murmured. “Because you sure as fuck aren’t human.”

“X-Gene,” he answered, leveling his gaze with hers. “You still want a bite?”

“I want more than a bite,” she grinned. “I’d like the whole damn thing.”

Victor had done some pretty crazy things, but he’d never slept with a woman without knowing her name. Werewolf or not. “What’s your name?” he murmured.

“Darcy,” she replied. “Why?”

“I like to know a name. Just in case I need to use it.”

“I won’t heel or anything like that, so don’t get any bright ideas, dude.”

“Victor,” he corrected her. “Might like it if you used it too.”

Victor,” she purred, her hand sliding down his abs towards his belt.

“That’s better.”

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Rue - Darcy Lewis/Victor Creed

for @nefariousinkblot​ 460 words Rated T Rue - An (almost) missed connection

a/n: Yes I made a fake tweet for this ficlet.

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Darcy had tweeted in the hopes that he’d see it and message her.

And he had.

Victor, his name was. Victor Creed.

And he hated coffee, but he’d enjoyed talking to her so much that he was going to meet her at Common Ground. That wasn’t a turn of phrase, it was the name of the coffee place she’d chosen for their meet-up. She was fairly certain he wasn’t going to show up. Because in no real word was Darcy Lewis’s life reminiscent of a romance novel.

She’d told him that she’d be the hottie in a black skirt and a purple face mask. He’d told her he remembered. And he’d be wearing a black face mask and a gray t-shirt.

And she’d hella remembered what he was wearing.

So now she was nearing the end of her pumpkin spice iced coffee and he was nowhere to be found.

It figured, but at least she’d just consumed like seven hundred calories of pure caffeine and sugar and would now be jumping off the walls instead of moping. Thor only knew where she’d be if she hadn’t done that.

“Darcy?” a voice sounded from behind her.

She stood and turned at the same time, making some weird reverse corkscrew move, and came face to face with that same man-candy that had been sitting beside her on the metro. Well, as close as social distancing dictated anyway.

“Victor,” she said, grinning and realizing that he couldn’t see that behind her mask. “So glad you made it.”

“Sorry I’m late, I...” he trailed off. “Had myself convinced you wouldn’t come but then I thought what if you did and I wasn’t here... and so now I am and...” He trailed off again.

“You wanna sit down?” she asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Great. I’m gonna go... but you have fun, kay?” She winked and he laughed.

“Wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

“Nah. I wouldn’t. Not after all the typing I did to compose that masterpiece of a tweet,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Wouldn’t be able to tell that I do that for a living.”

“You tweet for a living?” he asked.

“Yup, but before I get into it... are you going to get a cup of coffee to stare at or did you just want to stare at the bare table?”

His eyes looked brighter and she figured he might be smiling. “I’ll go do that. You’re gonna be here when I get back?”

“Not going anywhere,” she replied.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Darcy watched him go stand in line and took a deep breath to calm down. He was here. This was happening.

She’d gone out on a limb and it had worked.

Maybe things were finally looking up.

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My scarf’s stuck - Darcy/Sabretooth

for @reptilianrenegade​ Darcy Lewis/Victor Creed My scarf’s stuck in the door of my apartment building and I can’t reach the keypad to unlock the door to the lobby, can you help me out, neighbor-I’ve-never-spoken-to-before?

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Victor swore under his breath.

He shouldn’t have worn the damn scarf. True, it was bitterly cold outside, but it didn’t warrant a damn scarf.

He wasn’t used to wearing them, so it ended up trailing by the time he reached the outer door of the building.

And now he was stuck until someone came along.

The door beeped behind him and opened. The sudden freedom caused him to stumble forward and a hand reached out to grab his to steady him.

“Whoa, dude.”

He turned, unwinding the scarf and taking in the slight form of the woman standing before him. His neighbor, he knew that much.

“Thanks,” he replied.

“Don’t mention it. I don’t think I could have stopped you if you’d actually fallen, but I could have landed on top of you, so there’s that.” She smirked and held out her hand once more.  “I’m Darcy Lewis. I live on the floor beneath yours, I think?”

Victor nodded once. “Victor Creed.” He knew he should just go on his way, not draw attention to his creepy fascination with what it would have been like to have her fall on top of him.

She was so slight, it probably wouldn’t have hurt.

He was so far off base, that’s what would hurt.

“Are you busy right now?” she asked, adjusting her bag’s shoulder strap.

“No,” he answered. “Just headed out to run a few errands. Nothing time-sensitive.”

“Cool, you wanna go grab a coffee, then?”

He paused before nodding. “I would like that.”

“Cool,” she repeated, smiling again and walking down the steps to the sidewalk. “C’mon, I know a place nearby.”

She looked back at him, her eyes considerably darker. She blushed when he matched her gaze.

Maybe he wasn’t as far off base as he thought.

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Werewolves of London - Darcy/Victor

@juniperfizz​ Darcy Lewis/Victor Creed Werewolves of London - Warren Zevon (1978) 529 Words Rated E (Under the cut)

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Darcy slid in behind a tree, her heart racing and beating in her chest.  He had to be gaining on her, but she hadn’t heard anything in a long while.  Nothing but her heart beating hard in her chest and her blood rushing through her ears.

She could chance a look around the tree, but if she did and he was waiting for her, she was as good as caught.

Bringing her hand up to her chest, she could feel the beats of her heart fast against it, and in time with the thudding in her ears.

She licked her lips and chanced it, turning to peer around the tree and seeing nothing when she did. Darcy sighed in relief and turned back, only to see Victor’s dark eyes boring into hers directly in front of her. He was fully nude like he usually was after a transformation, but the only energy she could feel radiating from him was pure unadulterated desire.

Squealing, she half-heartedly started to run, but he grabbed her up in his arms, laughing. “Caught you.”

Darcy grinned and wrapped both arms around his shoulders. “You caught me… now whatever will you do with me?”

His grin was wicked as he pulled her effortlessly off the ground and pressed her back against the tree. She helped by wrapping her bare legs around his waist while his hand snuck under the skirt she was wearing, eyes widening when he reached no other barrier.

“Now where are your panties, sweetheart?” he growled, his white teeth shining in the moonlight as he rucked the fabric up around her hips, leaving her bare in the dappled moonlight as it showed down through the treetops.

He licked his lips and Darcy was so fucking glad they were on private property because she didn’t want anything to interrupt what he had planned.

“Figured I’d help you out…” she whimpered as he rutted against her, his hot skin and hard cock hitting in all the right places.

“Much obliged,” he purred, nuzzling against her throat before pressing her back against the tree with unwavering strength that was nothing short of supernatural. He slid his hands one at a time beneath her ass and stepped away from her, kneeling and bringing his face even with her sex.

He inhaled deeply and nuzzled against her heat, lips searching, and finding her center with practiced dexterity.

As his hot tongue began to lap at her, Darcy shivered the contrast in the cool air and his body temperature making her shake. “Fuck yes, don’t stop.”

In response, his hands tightened where he was holding her against the tree and he circled her clit with tight, tiny circles, working a moan from her lips while her hands tangled in his hair so tightly it probably would have hurt someone who wasn’t part-wolf.

He hummed whenever she moaned, increasing his speed until she had no choice but to howl her pleasure into the darkness. She could practically feel him grinning against her. Toes curling, she found release and panted his name over and over again.

But she knew her Victor, and she also knew he was just getting started.