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👀 - from the MCU, a ship that i’m curious about is probably Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau.  Or Carol/anyone, really.  Because I need more of Carol and her interesting life in mine.  For Darcyland?  Hmmm...I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a multishipper for Darcy, but I’m definitely curious about stories with wlw Darcy and some more of the female characters in the MCU.

“Steve?” Darcy clung to him tightly. Her nose was pressed firmly into the crook of his neck, pulling him so close he could hardly hear her words.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“If you ever scare me like that again…”

He closed his eyes against the shakiness of her voice, suppressing a wince at the way her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades.

“Darce—”

“No, listen. You ever do that to me again, and there won’t be enough of you left for anyone to find. You hear me?” Steve didn’t dare point out the ridiculousness of her threatening to murder him for putting himself in life-threatening situations.

Smoothing his hands around her ribcage and down to the small of her back, he pressed her into his body. A soft kiss to her temple had his girlfriend’s body slowly relaxing, and he waited until her pulse was no longer beating a frantic rhythm to say, “I’m sorry I worried you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” A pause, then, “Promise you’ll always come back to me, Steve.”

“I promise.”

It was a lie, but a comforting one. Her fingers spasmed against the cloth of his shirt, and she pulled him closer. Closer and closer, until there was no space between them. Until his face was buried in her hair and all he could feel and breathe was her. Until the world existed solely of them, here and now. Together, not torn apart.

Hello lovely, 

Thank you so much for your lovely feedback, as you are probably aware it has been a (bloody) long time since I updated that fic (or any others) I am hoping to have an update soon, the next chapter is coming along - all be it very slowly. 

Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers For:  @bloomsoftly Prompt:  #25.  Fall Festival

Darcy plopped down on the stool in front of him and when Steve turned, he almost laughed aloud.  "Aren't you a little old for this?"  

She shrugged.  "You're never too old for face painting, Rogers.  Now, glitz me up good, I wanna be a fairy."  

When she'd gotten him to volunteer for this job, he'd been a little wary, but all of these inner city kids were really having a blast at the fall festival Tony had set up.  And apparently getting one's face painted by Captain America was super cool and really fun.  

Even if most of it involved having to be still, which as far as Steve could recall, wasn't something kids generally liked.  

He'd been ready to close up shop, most of the kids were on their way home and the clean up crews were starting.  

But when Darcy appeared in front of him, setting her Stark tablet and headset on the table beside him, he wanted to stay there for as long as she was.  And painting her face like a fairy certainly fulfilled that desire.

He wasn't really prepared for how intimate something as innocuous as face painting could be.  There was a lot of him having to cradle her face.  To stroke against her cheek.  To gaze into her eyes.  

Okay, so the last part wasn't really necessary, but it still happened.  A lot.  

"What kind of fairy are you, Darcy?" he asked, his hand hovering over the different paints.  

"Whatever kind you think I am, Steve."  

WELL.

See, although John Thornton is more emotionally stable than Bucky, he is a Victorian industrialist with anti-union tendencies and probably the unfortunate habit of voting for the Liberals* (in today’s money, he’d be a neo-liberal). We would have a fundamental difference of opinion about how the world should work I don’t think I’d be able to get over it. Not even with a train station kiss of my very own.

So although Bucky might spend most of our time together on the run, I think we’d not end up coming to blows over political opinions?

ShieldShock Image Set from @shieldshockfanfic inspired by

ShieldShock Fanfiction- touched by magic written by bloomsoftly at Ao3 / @bloomsoftly

Summary: For the longest time, Darcy was happy to fly under the radar, using little charms to keep her friends safe. She didn't want things to change.Then Steve started to get suspicious.Then Wanda Maximoff showed up.

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Fluff

Falling In Love

Witch!Darcy

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Part 15 of the K I S S I N G series

As Cassian moves up through the ranks of the rebellion, he earns a bigger living space. The quarters are still small by most standards, but there’s enough room for a small dining area—a slab table that juts out of the wall at the push of a button—and a bed large enough for two.

“Are you going to sleep in the middle?” asks Jyn when she sees it. “You could spread out all your limbs and not fall off.”

"Oh,” says Cassian, taken aback. “I mean, I figured you’d be sleeping in it with me.”

“I meant on nights when I’m not here,” she clarifies. “When I’m in my quarters.”

“Well,” says Casian, figuring he might as well be honest. “I was figuring...maybe these could be your quarters.”

Jyn scrunches her lip, the way she does when she’s trying to force back a smile. “Huh. Well, there’s an idea.”

His hand finds hers.