ShieldShockFanfic
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Six Days preview.
a mini sequel to The Melody of a Fallen Tree, written for @freyaswolf ❤️
“Shit! I slept through my alarm! Shit!”
Darcy bolted upright, taking half the bed covers with her. Steve instinctively clung to his share, his eyes snapping open as she darted around their bedroom to find her clothes. She had thirty minutes tops to get ready, leave, and then open the store. This was exactly why she had troubling sleeping last night. She’d tossed and turned for hours until Steve took hold of her and pulled her flush to his chest, kissing her.
Which is why she was trying to find her underwear. She got a new pair from her chest of drawers and shoved them on, grabbing her bra from the tangle of pyjamas at the foot of the bed.
“How did that even happen?” she groused, rubbing her eyes. “How?”
She knew how, she just couldn’t quite believe it. Steve watched as she gathered up her hair in a haphazard bun, sitting up in bed.
“Can you walk Riley to school?” she asked. “I don’t think I’ve got the time now, I’m so sorry…”
“Sure, baby,” he murmured. He put up a hand. “It’s okay, don’t apologize.”
She flew back to him, pressing a kiss to his lips. She attempted to pull back just as fast but his hand caught her jaw and he kissed her longer, deepening it. She gave a little groan, hating that she couldn’t linger.
“I have to go!”
She tore away, picking up her phone along the way, thankful that at least she’d remembered to charge it during the night. She collided with Riley, whose hair still looked slept-on and tangled. Her brown eyes widened up at Darcy as they steadied themselves.
“Jesus!”
“Why are you late?” Riley asked.
She chewed a piece of toast, and Darcy noticed she managed to get a little smear of peanut butter on her arm when they ran into each other. She lifted her limb to her mouth, sucking.
Riley followed her down the hall to the kitchen, where Darcy grabbed her apron from the back of a chair. Milk was spilt on the kitchen table, beside a bowl of half eaten cereal.
“I poured my own breakfast!”
“I can see that,” Darcy said. Steve tended to watch his seven year-old daughter tackle things by herself with a wince, and she could picture him walking in soon to find the kitchen in disarray. “Can you get the cloth from the sink and wipe this up, honey?”
“You’re not walking me to school?” Riley said, pouting.
Darcy shook her head, heart sinking a little at that little face. She leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“I’m late, like you said. I didn’t hear my alarm.”
“I did,” Riley said, scrunching her nose.
“Uh-huh.”
As Darcy was about to leave, she glanced down at Riley again, frowning. The girl’s red t-shirt was damp in several spots.
“I spilt milk on me, too,” Riley explained. “But it’s still good.”
Darcy shook her head. “Go change, after you wipe up. It’s why we do laundry.”
Riley let out an extravagant sigh, throwing her head back. Darcy tried not to encourage her dramatic streak, pressing her lips together so she didn’t laugh. She got as far as the front door before she heard:
“Baby!”
She froze, seeing Steve jog into the room, wearing his boxer briefs, Riley trailing behind. He held up a set of keys, and Darcy deflated.
“You can’t open the store without ‘em,” he whispered, handing them to her.
She grabbed him by the chin and kissed him, making him chuckle. She moved away, aware of Riley as their audience. Steve’s fond smirk had her remembering last night, how she’d been put to sleep finally with their legs tangled together.
For a second, she considered calling Jane and lying that she was sick, just to go back to bed with him. He was almost too cute, all rumpled and warm, his hair sticking up like Riley’s, his tattoos all on display.
“Love you,” she whispered, heart squeezing.
“Love you, too,” he whispered back.
ShieldShock Fanfic Preview from @grimeysociety
(via mcgregorswench)
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Natasha Lends A Hand (Shieldshock)
“I thought you’d turned your accounts private,” Steve said, looking concerned and placing her phone on the end table out of her reach.
“I did, but thought it would be safe to check Tumblr. There’s people threatening to unalive themselves or burn all their Captain America gear if you marry me. They all hate me,” she sniffled. “I shouldn’t let it get to me, but it does.”
Steve sighed and repositioned himself so she was snuggled against him and wrapped his arm around her. Darcy sighed and laid her head on his shoulder.
ShieldShock FLUFF from @janeykath318
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Knights and Ladies… chapter 20 is up now!!!
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The next part of the Darcy’s Knight In Shining Armor series, A Typical Morning In The Rogers Household, is up now!
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you say you want (me) (part eight of ?)
title: you say you want (me) (part eight of ?)
author: Aenaria
rating: G
Weekly prompt: Happy Birthday Steve week at @darcylewisbingohq
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers
tags/warnings: Darcy/Steve, soulmate AU
Summary: In a world where having a soulmate mark is the norm for most people, Darcy Lewis is one of the rare few unmarked people. Of course, this doesn’t stop her from finding the right partner.
Previous parts can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/aenariasbookshelf/719853958960742400
A/n: I had a revelation about where I pulled the title of this fic from today as I was writing this, thanks to something my best friend sent me. All coincidentally, mind you - she has no idea of this story as far as I know (she’s not in the fandom). It’s a good and amazing revelation, one that will make this fic even better. I can’t wait to get to working that into this story. *bounces in happiness*
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Exposure therapy. Or that’s what it’s allegedly called. To put himself in situations where he’s uncomfortable to try and figure out how to cope with them instead of being wholly disabled.
Whatever. He’s not even sure if that’s the right term for what’s going through his head.
No matter what, Steve still doesn’t like the sound of fireworks and is working to actively avoid them, even if they’re a major part of the combined birthday/4th of July party happening at the Compound right then.
Besides, it’s his birthday, and if he wants to spend the last half of his party relaxing on a giant float that’s been engineered to handle his weight in the Compound’s indoor pool avoiding raucous partygoers, so be it. It’s calm, and the gentle rocking of the water makes him drowsy, head tilting back against the inflatable pillow.
Oh that was perfect. Especially the line about the fair folk, but you know I’m a sucker for such things.
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you say you want (me) (part seven of ?)
title: you say you want (me) (part seven of ?)
author: Aenaria
rating: G
Weekly prompt: Cherry week at the @darcylewisbingohq
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers
tags/warnings: Darcy/Steve, soulmate AU
Summary: In a world where having a soulmate mark is the norm for most people, Darcy Lewis is one of the rare few unmarked people. Of course, this doesn’t stop her from finding the right partner.
Previous parts can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/aenariasbookshelf/719213889614708736
I really should put these ficlets into some sort of order and get them posted to AO3, shouldn’t I?
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“I can’t believe you’re taking me to Staten fucking Island for a date.”
“No, I took you to Brooklyn for a date, we’re making a quick stop for dessert before heading back to the compound. Besides, you said you liked Italian ice; this place supposedly has some of the best around.”
Darcy just rolls her eyes bemusedly as she hops out of the passenger seat of the inconspicuous black SUV. Steve shuts the door behind her and they begin to walk down the street to where the Italian ice place of legend is. He slings an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close, providing a little bit of extra warmth in the chill of the fall evening.
The place is surprisingly crowded, people waiting on various lines inching towards the ordering counter. Steve tugs his baseball cap just a little bit lower and makes sure that the lensless glasses are still on his face. Darcy privately thinks it’s the dumbest disguise ever, but it seems to work better than imagined. But also, maybe it’s because people don’t expect to see someone as famous and well known as Captain America doing something as normal as going out to dinner or getting some ice cream. Which is both a curse and a blessing in itself.
Still, Darcy notices a couple of sly glances tossed their way that she’s not quite sure what to make of. So she just stays curled into Steve’s side as they wait their turn.
This being New York (even if they are in a part that Darcy would barely consider a part of the city) however, no one says anything and soon enough they’re walking back to the car, icy cold treats in hand. She licks at the ice, orange creamsicle flavors melting on her tongue, cold and creamy and a nice little kick of nostalgia. For just a moment, she’s a child on the boardwalk with her parents, tucking into some Italian ice after spending a long day baking on the beach, getting sand in every crevice and her hair tangled from salt water.
Maybe next summer she can take Steve to the beach also. He needs a vacation more than anyone she knows.
There’s a soft noise next to her, and she sees Steve looking down at her, a soft smile on his face, pink lips made even redder from the cherry ice he’s been eating. “What are you thinking?” he asks.
“I’m thinking I want to, when it’s warmer out, show you the beach where I grew up. And we can just spend a day there being lazy and warm and there’s nothing more important than the water in front of us and the sun in the sky.” Fanciful, yes, but that’s her deepest secret, after all.
That for all her feelings about soulmates being an entire and utter racket, Darcy Lewis is still a romantic at heart.
“In the summer then,” Steve nods. “We’ll make a tradition out of it.” There’s a little flush on his cheeks, just barely visible under the yellow glow of a street light, but it’s the same shade as the cherry on his lips.
“In the summer,” Darcy agrees, grinning. “In the meantime - it’s a Friday night. Neither one of us is working tomorrow. We don’t really need to rush back to the compound, do we?”
Steve shakes his head slowly. “No, no rush at all,” he smirks.
When he bends down to kiss her, he tastes like cherries.
ShieldShock Fanfic from @aenariasbookshelf
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And I never saw you coming | vi.
She ignores the way her stomach flips. She opens his text at least twice a day, always closing it. One night, she’s tempted enough to write out a reply, but she can’t think of what to say.
What she wants to know is how full of shit he truly is, and how well he could have played her.
Oh. Yeah. More wonderful ShieldShock Fanfic from @grimeysociety
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you say you want (me) (part six of ?)
title: you say you want (me) (part six of ?)
author: Aenaria
rating: G
Weekly prompt: Catch up week for the @darcylewisbingohq - Ancient Times and Antiquities Week
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, Thor, Jane
tags/warnings: Darcy/Steve, soulmate AU
Summary: In a world where having a soulmate mark is the norm for most people, Darcy Lewis is one of the rare few unmarked people. Of course, this doesn’t stop her from finding the right partner.
Previous parts can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/aenariasbookshelf/717951969679032320
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“Jane, come on, you have to go!”
“Nope.” Jane can’t meet her eyes as she speaks, so Darcy’s unsure if she’s just offering up an excuse to get out of the Stark sponsored fundraiser or is actually so entrenched in science that nothing else matters. “There’s a celestial event that night that I’ll need to get readings on.”
“A celestial event? Really?”
“Yes.” Jane waves a hand. “You go, represent us. Go as Thor’s date for the night.”
“I hate fancy fundraisers.”
“So do I, but one of us has to go, and it’s not going to be me.”
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The fundraiser’s down in the city, at a museum filled with antiquities and people who are rich enough to probably be able to keep all of these artifacts hidden away in private collections, which serves to make Darcy feel supremely uncomfortable. Still, it is fun to arrive at the party on Thor’s arm while wearing a slinky evening gown.
(Steve gives her an appreciative look and a wink from across the room. They’re not ready for their relationship to be that public yet, exposed to the critical eyes of the paparazzi and the rest of the world, so for tonight they’ll have to be content with longing glances. Until later, at least, when he’ll be stripping this slinky gown off of her.)
Still though…this isn’t Darcy’s world, and she feels it in every bone of her body. It’s a fight to not mouth off to the people that Thor’s trying to schmooze for charitable donations - they should use their excessive money to help people without needing to be hardcore convinced to do so by a goddamn alien prince she firmly believes. So eventually, she wanders off into the halls of antiquities, preferring the quiet of the objects to soothe the grumpiness that’s taken up in her mind.
The one object that really catches her eye is a decoration that was from atop a shared tomb, possibly Mesopotamian or Sumerian although the curators make a specific note to say that they are unclear of exactly which culture it came from, a stone plaque showing entwined hands, and each hand has half of a stylized sun design on it. The hands are joined together so that the halves of the sun become a seamless whole.
“‘Believed to be one of the oldest depictions of shared soulmate marks’,” Darcy reads off of the card attached to the plinth. She gives the plaque a pursed lip, unamused look, because it seems like everything in her life these days leads back to soulmate issues and just how much importance civilization seems to put on them.
“It is a funny thing, is it not?” Thor says from somewhere behind her, “this whole importance of finding your one and only.”
“You’re telling me,” Darcy concedes with a tilt of her head, as Thor comes up to stand next to her, joining her in staring at the stone plaque.
Thor sips at the cut crystal tumbler in his hand, which is no doubt enhanced with Asgardian liquor from the flask that he always carries to these events. Darcy can’t blame him for that, because she could use some enhancement herself right now. “It seems to be a very Earthbound conceit as well. I can’t think of any other realm that has the concept of soulmates.”
“So I’d fit in perfectly on Vanaheim then.” She nods, crossing her arms over her chest. “Maybe I can say I’m an alien next time anyone asks why I don’t have a soulmate.”
“That is an option. Or you could just say that the relationship you choose and put the effort into making work is just as valid as being predestined to have a soulmate. I think your Captain would agree with that too,” Thor finishes with a flourish, raising his glass to his lips as he gives Darcy a smirk.
She grins back. “Yeah, he would.”
A thought flashes across Darcy’s mind, and she turns to Thor with confusion in her eyes. “Hold up a second though - you were born with a soulmark too, the one you share with Jane. But earthlings are the only ones who believe in soulmates?”
Thor flushes slightly, the blush coloring his cheeks right above his beard. “Yes, well…until I met Jane everyone thought I just had a rather amusing birthmark.”
Darcy bursts out laughing, the joyful sound echoing throughout the gallery.
Fun ShieldShock Fanfic Update from @aenariasbookshelf
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ICYMI, there was fear that companies were scraping public AO3 fics to train their AI without the consent of AO3 or its users. That fear has been confirmed.
AO3 has written about what they’re doing (and what they’re not able to do), and they recommend restricting your work to AO3 registered users only. [Instructions here]
This gross misuse of the archive by techbros is why I’ve locked down my fics for the foreseeable future. I recommend the rest of you do the same.
@lordoftherazzles made a quick guide for ao3 authors to lock all their works at once for registered users only here!
Someone recently messaged me worried I’d deleted all my fic - it’s all still there, it’s just locked to A03 because of this and other skimming instances.
Please note that many fanfic authors are locking their stories so that they are only accessible to registered Ao3 users.
They’re still there at Ao3. The authors have made this choice to protect their work from misuse/AI scanning.
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Kinktober 2022 | Day 10: Darcy/Steve - “Beard”
Oh. My. Oh, my. OH MY.
ShieldShock Fanfic from @grimeysociety