#Darcy lewis fanfiction

[bekala]

An AU of an AU. Alternate Orders

She’d expected to be dealing with a version of Bucky with three years of life as a prisoner of war under his belt, but this version seemed to think the Howling Commandos were going to come barreling through the door any moment. “What year is it?” Darcy asked slowly, a suspicion starting to form. “What the hell kind of question is that?” Bucky asked. “Worst interrogation I’ve ever been a part of.” “Humor me, soldier,” Darcy said. “1945.” “Shit,” Darcy muttered. “The power surge—” The team doesn’t arrive on time, and Darcy and Bucky go through with the wipe, using the chair to remove all the Hydra programming and Bucky’s memories, but an unexpected power surge mid-process throws a wrench in their plans. Now they’re still on the run, this time with a whole new set of complications. 

Picks up immediately following chapter 21 of Order of Operations

Rated: E mind the tags

First 3 chapters are up.

[thorst]

The End of the World and Junk

Thor Odinson & Darcy Lewis • Earth 616/MCU canon compliant • General: No warnings • Fix-it of sorts, Post Avengers: Infinity War, Pre Avengers: Endgame, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friendship fic • ~1200 words, ongoing

Summary: All work and no play makes Darcy a dull girl. But after the Snap, what else is there to do? Go and help a friend in need, it turns out. One the newspapers are tearing to shreds after the battle that fractured the universe. One who had always seemed so indomitable that even after the end of the world, nobody thought to check in on.

Excerpt:

Nothing had prepared Darcy for how boring the apocalypse would be. Most everything else, she'd expected. Loneliness was a given, the fear came and went, the sadness unavoidable. But all of these things had always seemed a natural part of the end of the world. Not jarring, but expected. This was the third day running she'd knocked off from work, made her way home, and proceeded to spend a full five minutes stood frozen in her doorway, keys in hand, realising she had nothing to do and no one to see. For all that it was Friday night, she may as well have stayed at work. She'd never felt more like Jane. And there was the sadness again.

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[buckybarnesevents]

Happy Valentine's Day, @sadbi-hours!

This is just a small snippet of what your admirer thought of "The Pool"!

Title: The Pool Pairing: Darcy Lewis is a fandom bicycle. It's all fair game. Rating: NSFW Tags/Warnings: N/A Summary: A nice, wet and hot summer

As part of our Valentine's Event, we encourage everyone to come check out this work and also drop some love! 💟

[the-run-verse]

A reminder that the amazing & incredible duo of @10scheherazade01 and @blackestglass have recorded podfics of several works in @themonkeycabal 's Run 'Verse, including the fic that started it all - We'll Run Like We're Awesome.

The amount of time and talent it takes to create this many quality podfics of significate length is greatly appreciated! As is the time and talent it takes to write said fics. All three of them are awesome! 😊

[indynerdgirl]

Fanfic writers of Tumblr, please know that I love you and I want to read your works. But some of y'all make it so damn hard to read your fics!

PLEASE, I AM BEGGING YOU, LINK YOUR CHAPTERS TOGETHER IN SOME WAY!

I can't tell you how many times I've come across the second, third, fourth, or tenth chapter of what I can tell is an amazing fic, only to not be able to read it because I can never freaking find the previous chapters on the writer's blog. YOU HAVE GOT TO LINK YOUR CHAPTERS TOGETHER!!!

There are several ways to do so that will make your fics so much easier for people to read and follow.

1) Create a masterpost A masterpost is one post that you keep updated with links to the newest part of your fic. Most people also usually pin them to the top of their blog so they're easy to find and see if they've been updated recently. They tend to look something like this: An Optional Moodboard/Fic Banner Fic Title Ship(s)/Relationship(s) or Just A List Of Characters Word Count Rating Any Warnings or Tags Summary/Synopsis of Fic Author's Notes Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three ect, with each chapter listed having a direct link to said chapter

2) Linking your chapters together The best way I've seen this done looks like one of these: PREVIOUS CHAPTER | CURRENT CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER or Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three You post that at the top of the current chapter with 'previous chapter' linking back to, obviously, the previous chapter, and 'next chapter' linking to, obviously, the next chapter. So if the first post of your fic that I come across is chapter 6, I can then keep clicking on 'previous chapter' until I get to chapter one! Sometimes I've seen writers do both this one and a masterpost and in each chapter, they also link back to the masterpost as well.

3) Using a dedicated & unique tag This is the quickest and simplest way to make it easier to find the other chapters on your blog. Just create a unique tag just for that particular fic and make sure you use it on every part you post.

Also, while I have your attention, I'm also begging some of y'all to use the 'keep reading' function! Because I can't tell you how frustrating and annoying it can be to be searching through a tag only to have that tag clogged up with long walls of fic. So if your fic is going to be more than say, three or four paragraphs, put the rest of it under a 'keep reading'.

To add this to your post (when using the desktop version of Tumblr), you click on this little thing here when you're ready to add it (ignore the Grammarly thing behind mine):

This is what you'll then see and everything you type after that will be under the 'keep reading' link that people will have to click on to expand your post to read the whole thing.

This is what the readers will see on their end. Clicking the blue words will then expand the post so they can read the whole thing.

Doing this when posting fic on there just keeps all of the tags nice and organized! If you'd like more specific examples of any of these, feel free to send me a message and I'll point you in the direction you need!

I really hope I've made it clear that this post comes from a place of love and not hate when it comes to posting fic here on Tumblr. I know there is so much amazing fanfic on here in so many different fandoms and I just want to help make it as easy as possible for people to find it, read it, and share it!

[showmethesneer]

Everyone shut the fuck up i know this incredibly 2012 Tumblr posting behaviour but i just found out the Darcy Lewis/Loki ship name is TASERTRICKS and i am so obsessed pleeeeaase

[olsenmyolsen]

Chapter Nine: Feelings

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

Master list

Tag list: @xenaizogie

Summary: A drunk Wanda and a confused Natasha get into an argument.

Word Count: 1.5K

Content: Drinking, Jealousy, Feelings, Crying, Throwing Up

"Wanda!"

Natasha caught up to the person she didn't want to admit feelings for. Wanda, who was stopped at a street corner. Crying. She tried to stop the tears from falling but couldn't.

She was drunk and in her confused feelings.

"Hey.. Hey... Wanda." Natasha's sad eyes looked over the red face of Wanda. Slowly, she lifted her hands to wipe the tears away, but Wanda backed up. "Don't touch me!" She yelled, slapping the redhead's hands away.

Passbyers walked down the sidewalk with curious eyes.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Natasha's voice was gentle. "What can I do for you?" Natasha asked as she stepped closer to Wanda again.

She was drunk, and Natasha wanted to- needed to be there for her.

Wanda scoffed as she brushed her palm up against her runny nose. "So what..." She sniffled. "Now you want to pay attention to me!? Now I'm important enough for Natasha Romanoff!?" Wanda couldn't stop the words from falling out of her mouth.

Her heart, mind, and mouth were all fighting for control.

She rolled her eyes as she waited for Natasha to answer. Natasha wasn't sure where to even start. "Wanda... I have been I- we were having a nice night with your friends.."

Wanda swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. "No, you're right." She said. "Sorry, we were having a nice night. I was having a nice night with you until-" Wanda stopped herself as she shook her head and wiped her tears. "Forget it." She choked out as she started walking away—no particular destination.

Natasha was right behind her. "Wanda!" She called out as her hand grabbed Wanda's, spinning her around. Even in Wanda's drunk state, she could see the hurt in Natasha's eyes. Figuratively and physically. There was a crinkle in the corner of her eyes that was otherwise smooth when she was happy, like when she laughed or smiled for Wanda.

"Talk to me..." Natasha pleaded before letting her fingers run down the side of Wanda's hand until they fell into the open air. "Please..." She begged of Wanda.

"Kate," Wanda said. "You missed her, didn't you?!" Wanda began yelling words she didn't even believe.  "Seeing her tonight probably reminded you of a better time, right? A time when you could actually say what you fucking mean. Do what you fucking want!"

Wanda was now screaming, and Natasha was taking it. The military taught her well.

But this was different. "Wanda-"

"Stop!" Wanda was shaking as she cried. "Just stop, Natasha." Natasha shook her head and brought her body closer. "What are you saying, Wanda..?" Natasha sounded small in this moment.

Wanda shouldn't have stuck to her guns, but she did.

"I'm saying she's more age-appropriate for you than I am! She's cute! Probably could make you happier." Wanda hiccuped. "I mean fuck Natasha would it kill you to even touch me or realize what you do to me!" Wandas shook her head again. "Just forget it. Leave me the fuck alone. Go back to Kate."

Wanda hiccuped again as she turned away from Natasha, who just stared at Wanda as she digested every word Wanda threw her way.

Natasha finally took a step back.

She knew words could kill, and Wanda wasn't trying to do that. But she sure as hell was sharpening the knife.

"Is that what you think I want!?" Natasha remained calm, but anger was overtaking her tone. Wanda tilted her head back. "You don't know what you're talking about, Wanda." Natasha shook her head as she spoke. "You don't get to tell me anything about Kate. You have no idea who she is to me!"

"Enlighten me then! What was she your fuck buddy? Your girlfriend?" Wanda puffed out her chest and called on the truth.

"She's my dead sister's fiancee!" Natasha yelled back as she pointed her finger at Wanda, who was left shocked in the face. "She was our war photographer!" Natasha's exterior was cracking and fast. "God." Natasha breathed as she lifted her head before the backside of her right hand rested on her forehead.

Her eyes returned to Wanda's. Full of sadness and guilt.

Natasha exhaled. "Be honest with me," Natasha spoke, her hands falling. She didn't wait for an answer. "Do you really think Kate would make me happier than someone else? Do you really think I don't realize my actions when I'm around you? I mean Jeuss Wanda.." Natasha sniffled and exhaled. "Do you want me to leave you alone? If you say yes, I'll walk away. Right here. Right now."

Natasha stared at Wanda. Tears were ready to fall from both their eyes.

As Wanda's bottom lip quivered as she shook her head no.

Natasha let out a breath. One of relief. Her hurt eyes then looked at Wanda. She was hurting, too. "Wanda..." Natasha sighed. "What are we doing here?" She swallowed the soreness in her throat. "What are we?" She asked, even if neither of the two knew the answer. Especially in this moment.

"Don't leave."

Those two words harmed Natasha's heart. Natasha quickly took steps forward and found Wanda's arms wrapping around her in a hug.

No, not everything was better, but if there's one thing for certain, Natasha realized she had strong feelings for Wanda.

To Wanda, those feelings only grew.

"Natasha..." Wanda whispered into Natasha's shoulder. "Yes?" Natasha whispered back. Wanda swallowed. She was trying to find the right words. "I.." She started. Natasha leaned back from the hug to watch Wanda. "I.. really-"

It happened fast. Wanda pushed Natasha away as she turned and started throwing up the events of tonight.

Natasha quickly bunched Wanda's hair so none of it got puked on. "It's okay. You're okay." Natasha spoke to Wanda as the brunette threw up again.

Wanda's mind was officially tired, and Natasha could see that as she held Wanda close. Practically holding her upright as she led them both back to the beer garden.

"Oh, Wanda, babes!" Darcy said as she ran to her friend's side after the bouncer escorted her and Kate out of the beer garden to help Natasha. "Here!" Kate handed Natasha a handful of napkins that Natasha had no issue using on the corner of Wanda's mouth.

Darcy's looked from Wanda to Natasha. "What happened?" She asked, trying to get all the gossip she could. "We were talking, and then she threw up," Natasha answered, leaving Kate and Darcy wanting more. "Just talking?" Kate raised an eyebrow.

Natasha looked from one friend to the other.

She sighed.

"Look, I just want to get her home. Okay?" Natasha sounded tired, and both friends could see the water in the corner of Natasha's eyes.

After throwing up, it was as if Wanda's life moved in pictures until her head hit a pillow and fell asleep.

She remembers Natasha's hands on her side. The way she moved carefully around from her hip up to below her side boob as they walked. She remembers Darcy holding her up as Kate went inside the beer garden with Natasha for a brief moment. She remembers Natasha helping her into the passenger seat of someone's car and how Natasha buckled her in. She remembers Natasha's eyes looking from the road to Wanda and how she finally placed her hand on Wanda's thigh as she drove.

She also remembers a chorus of "I'm sorry." but she honestly doesn't know if they came from her or Natasha.

It wasn't until halfway through the morning when Wanda woke up that every memory came flooding back.

Wanda groaned and pulled the blanket up over her head. That's when she blinked her eyes open more and realized that she didn't dream this.

She really was in Natasha's bed.

Wanda quickly threw off the cover and sprung up, making her headache pound harder. Wanda looked around the room, and sure enough, it was the tiny house. Wanda's eyes landed on the floor, where she saw a pillow and a small blanket.

That's where Natasha slept.

She brought her eyes to her body and saw that she was wearing a pair of Natasha's bike shorts and one of her old shirts she gave to the redhead.

Wanda sighed. She felt terrible.

A text tone filled the room, making Wanda look to her right. On Natasha's end table was Wanda's phone, charging next to a plate of toast, water, toothbrush and toothpaste, and two Advils.

A handwritten note sat on her phone.

⭐︎ To make you feel better ⭐︎

Five words surrounded by stars. Wanda scooted herself closer and pulled the paper into her hands. Wanda smiled at the poorly hand-drawn stars.

She then carefully placed the paper back down before taking the pills with a sip of water. Her phone went off again, forcing her to pull it off the charger as she took a bite of toast.

It was Darcy.

D: okay this is probably my hundredth text and I swear to good if you don't respond I'm assuming you're dead!

Wanda coughed on her toast as she laughed. She wanted to call Darcy and talk about everything from last night, but at the same time, she didn't even know what to say.

She didn't even know where to start.

So, instead, she texted her that she was alive and put her phone on do not disturb mode as she finished her toast.

The sooner Wanda got up, the sooner she could talk to Natasha.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[wheredafandomat]

Shrink | P4 - The heart wants what it wants

Avenger! Loki x Therapist! Reader

18+ | same warnings. Please don’t take this too seriously, it’s just a little fun 😁

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The following day, Loki was beyond excited for his date with Darcy considering that she was down to fun. He had a couple of small errands to run first including chasing up the forensic team who still hadn’t found any matches with the bullet. After speaking with Jane who was picking up Thor, she confirmed that Darcy would be meeting Loki at the compound and that she was excited. This excitement made Loki excited, barely able to contain his grin as he left the compound to pick up a bouquet of flowers for Darcy but not before asking if you wanted to go with him for the walk.

“Loki I-I don’t think that’d be appropriate.” You answered, almost frowning at him from your door.

“Of course not,” he tried to laugh, “my apologies.”

“No, don’t be sorry” you quickly spoke, not wanting him to feel guilty over the fact that his boyish charm and musky cologne were driving you insane and you were definitely not ovulating “the sooner I’m gone, the sooner we can return to our usual routine.” You smiled, knowing that things would return to normal once you weren’t practically living with him. This was just a temporary glitch, the chemicals in your body reacting positively to the man that saved your life.

“Yes.” He agreed, turning to leave.

“Loki wait” you called him back “enjoy your date.”

Loki replied with a curt nod and a small smile before continuing on his way to the florist where he picked up some flowers before heading back to the compound to wait for Darcy. Surprisingly, she was early.

“Loki.” She greeted sultrily, practically pushing him into his room.

“Hello Darcy” he replied, handing her the flowers “for you.”

“Thanks.” She answered, narrowing her gaze suspiciously at them for a moment before placing them on his dressing table and stepping towards him, a primal look in her eye as Loki stepped backwards, his demeanor nervous.

“There’s something I need you to know” he stopped, pausing her movements too “I’m down to fun as well.” He grinned, her brows knitting.

“What?”

“Message received, I’m down to fun too. I like fun.” He spoke gleefully.

“Loki, what do you mean? What message about fun?” She queried.

“You told Jane who told Thor you were DTF.” Loki explained.

“Thanks Jane, making me look like a damn whore” she spoke to herself, rolling her eyes “down to fuck Loki, yeah, I was, but only because Thor told Jane who told me you were too.”

“Oh.” Loki gulped, he wasn’t expecting this to be so straightforward. He was nearing the end of the road to recovery.

“Well, are you?” She asked, her sultry voice returning. Eyes wide like a deer in headlights, Loki nodded before Darcy pounced, pushing him down onto the bed as she straddled him. She pressed her lips to his, claiming them in a messy kiss that Loki returned. Grabbing his hands, she placed them against her hips as they continued to kiss before she lifted her top off. Pushing him further down so that he was laying now, she stood up, pulling her skirt down causing Loki to swallow thickly as she walked towards the door, ensuring it was locked. He watched her as she walked, it felt wrong. She was sexy, he couldn’t deny that but there was something missing. He found himself realising that he didn’t feel the same now, watching her walk as he felt before, before when he watched—you?

Almost choking at the realisation, Loki sat up as Darcy approached him again.

“What’s the matter baby?” She spoke against his lips.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I” he cleared his throat, searching for the words to say “I don’t want this with you.”

“What?” She gasped, covering her chest.

“I’m sorry Darcy” he apologised, grabbing her top and handing it to her “it’s not you it’s me, you’re perfect” he rambled causing Darcy to scoff, same old excuses “I just—I’m going through something right now.” He finished causing realisation to flood Darcy as she turned to Loki.

“Loki” she began, placing her hand against his cheek “it’s okay.” She smiled.

“I’m so glad you understand—” he began happily before he was cut off.

“Want me to set you up with some hot guy friends?” She offered.

“Would they be interested in fun?”

“Ye—”

“Preferably poker or pranks.”

“GOODBYE LOKI!” Darcy yelled before storming out of Loki’s bedroom and bumping into you as you made your way to Natasha’s room after hearing she was back.

“Oh my god hunny, I heard what happened to you.” Natasha exclaimed, wrapping her arms around you as soon as you stepped into her room.

“Natasha” you spoke into the crook of her neck as she continued to squeeze you “there’s something strange happening to me.”

“What do you mean?” She asked worriedly, letting you go.

“Loki, he—he removed a spider from my office.” You answered anxiously.

“What do you mean?” Natasha snorted, confused before her eyes rounded, remembering the conversation you both previously had “OMG!”

“I knowww” you exasperated “I can’t stop thinking about him, I’m driving myself insane and I’m the one who told him he needs to get laid to try and relieve some of that tension he’s got and I’ve just seen a beautiful half naked woman leaving his room and I’m not sure howI feel. Half of me is proud, the professional side of me but the other side, the other fifty percent is burning Nat.” You sighed.

“When did this start?” She asked, sitting on her bed.

“I thought it was that day he saved me. He took out the spider and it instantly reminded me of our conversation and then he was on top of me and—”

“Spare me the details.” She interrupted.

“I think I’ve liked him for a while Nat” you exhaled hopelessly “which is awful because he’s my patient and I’m supposed to be helping him and—” you began to rant.

“Y/n, you can’t beat yourself up, the heart wants what it wants.” Natasha assured.

“Why does it have to want himmm?” You complained.

“Maybe it doesn’t want him, maybe it just wants a man and he’s the closest you’ve got to—”

“Do not therapize me, I’m the therapist.” You cut in playfully.

“Yeah, not a very good one.” She giggled.

“Nattt.”

“I’m telling you y/n, you can’t beat yourself up. You’re both two adults, maybe you should just tell him.” She suggested.

“WHAT?” You almost wheezed “casually tell my client that I want to sleep with him? Yeah Nat, not happening.”

“Then what are you going to do?” She sighed.

“I’m going to have to end this” you decided “but first, let me patch up that gash on your forehead.”

Who even knows what’s going on at this point 😂 at least this mess is drawing to a close

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[thatsolacegirl]

What If...? S2 E3 was a fever dream, a fanfiction because who would've thought of Darcy working in the Avengers Tower and saving Christmas with Happy and Maria.

What If...? really made use of Darcy as the fandom bicycle.

AND DARCY BEING THE PERENNIAL INTERN IS SO ME.

Also, the post-credit song was hilarious!

Now I want more Darcy interaction.

[freckled-words]

Animal Transformation

This took way too long, but that tends to happen when you don't have a really strong idea for the plot. I'm also super rusty, but I think I got my swing back towards the end.

Hope you enjoy the read, and let me know if you spot any spelling mistakes.

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Turns out even frost giants have allergies, and it has the funniest effects on a certain trickster’s shapeshifting control.

Or

Darcy watches as Loki loses control of his shapeshifting magic, and she just can't resist a furry face.

“Community service” was the polite term used to describe Loki’s return to Earth.

“Doing whatever the Hell we say” is the more accurate description, as coined by Director Fury during the initial meeting.

Thanks to a curse/spell from Odin, Loki’s magic and strength was moderated by whichever task Loki was assigned to at the time.

When he was sent out to clean up trash in Central Park (disguised and under Natasha’s supervision) he was as strong as an average citizen.

If he went out with the Avengers to deal with a threat, he was allowed just enough magic and strength as was needed to defend himself.

In-between his assignments, and back in the Tower, he was set to about mid-level Godly might (just in case a Hulk suddenly appeared or an accidental arrow went flying his way.) 

The combination of ‘cursed weakness’ and menial labor, unsurprisingly, lead to a consistently pissy Loki. The closest thing Darcy had seen to a smile on him was the trademark smirk, right before he said something snarky.

Even though Darcy hated Loki’s guts for all the death and destruction he’d brought to New York, she also couldn’t stop herself from adding him onto her ‘Take Care List.’ Much to most everyone’s surprise (Jane had long since accepted that Darcy couldn’t help herself.)

She didn’t go out of her way to kneel and curtsey around him or anything, but she did make sure he got a mug of tea or coffee when she was doing the rounds in the morning. As well as a decent portion of food like the other bottomless pits that had to be fed (with Thor back on Earth, the grocery bills knocked up another couple hundred.)

Anytime Loki bothered to acknowledge Darcy, it was never in a polite fashion, and Darcy made sure to give just as good as she got.

“I see Midgardian cuisine is just as lacking as the people.”

“I see your manners didn’t make the trip from Asgard.”

“If you’re going to offer me food, at least make certain it's cooked.”

“Gee why didn’t I think of that? Oh right, dumpster fires don’t get a say in what they get.”

It became something of a routine for them to exchange barbs at least once or twice a day, and by Loki’s second month in residence, the other members in the Tower stopped bracing for Loki to lash out at Darcy.

Darcy just came to accept this as part of her new normal, and rolled with whatever weirdness that came along with it.

Right up until the weirdness took a detour into ‘omg wtf’ territory.

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“...Avengers were seen fighting against what was described as a hoard of mutated bi-pedal flowers.”

Anytime the Avengers were called out for a mission Darcy kept the TV on in the background so she could get updates on what kind of mess she might be helping to clean up later. JARVIS was great for giving her updates on everyone’s physical well being, but he couldn’t necessarily predict how the team’s mood was going to be once they got home.(When there was a HYDRA mission, it was home-made pizza night. Apparently slamming around a massive ball of dough was very therapeutic for Bucky.)

The news being a bit slower than actual events, Darcy wasn’t surprised when JARVIS announced the team was returning in the next 10 minutes, along with a cryptic note of, “No major injuries to report, however Dr.Banner does advise no immediate physical contact.”

The last time JARVIS passed on this kind of note, the Avengers had gone up against a T-Rex made of enchanted septic waste (sometimes D&D nerds manage to get their hands on blackmarket magic, and it never ends well for anyone.)

Having (barely) survived Death-By-Foul-Poo-Stank, Darcy figured her nose could handle some overly strong floral perfume coming from the team’s gear. With Jane’s blessing, she was ready and waiting for them in the kitchen 20 minutes later. She’d brought out multiple boxes of kleenex, a handful of neti pots, and every brand of allergy medication in existence.

The first waft of thick flowery perfume drifted in with Steve, and nearly had her choking as her eyes watered, “Cripes Steve, how is this almost worse than the Fecal-Rex?!” Grabbing a handful of kleenex she blew her nose and dabbed at her eyes.

“Just be lucky you’re getting this, and not the full bouquet. There was every kind of flower there, and everyone but me, Bucky, and Bruce nearly dropped from an immediate allergic reaction.” Steve grabbed one of the neti pots and looked over the instruction card that came with it.

Darcy could just imagine Tony having to flip up his face visor to keep from coating it with his sneezes, while Clint cursed trying to zero in on his target with his eyes burning and watering.

“Wait so even Thor -”

What had to be the loudest sneeze in existence went off, followed by the lights flickering erratically throughout the room.

Thor entered a moment later blowing his nose into a wad of paper towels. The skin around his nose and eyes were bright red, evidence that he’d been rubbing at them for a while already.

“I didn’t think anything on Earth would be able to infect your whole Godly-Alien-Race?” She asked while pushing a box of lotioned kleenex towards him. 

Thor accepted the softer tissues and yanked out ten to hold in his hand, ready for the next sneeze, his voice was congested when he answered, “Nor did we. Banner believes their mutated state amplified their pollen’s properties.” He blew his nose again, and Darcy winced at the sound of his tortured sinuses.

“What about Loki? He’s not human or Asgardian, how is he faring?” Thor had explained his brother’s origins to everyone over drinks the night before Loki had been brought to the tower. A couple members of the team concluded that Loki’s destructive behavior must have been a kind of psychotic break, what with his whole life being flipped upside down and dipped in ice water.

Thor and Steve exchanged a look, one that nearly had them both coughing back a round of laughter.

Squinting Darcy pressed, “What happened to Frosty the Snow Giant? It was something good wasn’t it? Give me the deets ~” She crept closer to Thor, wiggling her fingers towards the box of kleenex as though she were going to snatch it back.

Thor grabbed the box and turned away, his smile spreading, “During the fray, Loki was met with the misfortune of having his entire head swallowed by one of the flowers.”

Steve’s smile curled towards ‘I enjoy trouble’ and added on, “Turns out getting a nose of the stuff is worse than just breathing it in.”

“So Loki is…?” She prompted already knowing the answer had to be good.

“Hiding in his room.” Natasha supplied, slipping around Thor to grab a box of lotioned kleenex herself. Unlike Steve and Thor, she’d gone straight to her room to shower and change into clean clothes.

Images of Loki with a purple rash all over his face, or icicle snot hanging out of his nose popped into Darcy’s mind. 

“Well if he’s feeling that rough, then I’m sure he’d appreciate some tissues and allergy meds. I’m just gonna…” Darcy grabbed the extra strength Benadryl, the last box of lotioned Kleenex and one of the Neti pots.

Her arms full she made a beeline for the elevator, and chose to ignore Steve’s question of, “Is she still safe?”

One quick elevator ride, and a hop-skip down the hallway had Darcy standing in front of Loki’s door. 

Since her hands were full, Darcy called out,“Loki, you in and decent? I’ve got a sniffles care package for you.”

“Go away, Serf.” 

Darcy rolled her eyes. ‘Serf’ was Loki’s default nickname when he couldn’t be bothered to think of a better insulting name. 

Even through the door she could hear the rapid fire sneezes that followed, as well as a muffled cough. 

“You can either let me in, and choose what state of dress you’re in, or JARVIS opens the door and I get to see just how much of a rash you have on your ass right now.” It was a shallow bluff at best, but she couldn’t just walk away without trying first.

The annoyed noise that traveled through the door sounded an awful lot like a growl, more so than the usual one she was able to get out of him when she pushed his buttons.

A second later the door opened.

Biting down on her lips to try and not smile too smugly Darcy marched in, “Good choice Frosty. You’ll thank me later when you’re not missing three layers of ski…nnnnyah?” 

With all the apartments in the tower having the same layout Darcy had gone straight for Loki’s small living room to place her bundle on the coffee table. 

She’d glimpsed Loki from the corner of her eye as she’d breezed into the room, and hadn’t spotted any bright red or pink on him. When she straightened and faced him properly, her brain and mouth had a disconnect. 

Loki still stood by the door, which he was still holding open, his battle gear was gone and his hair was damp from his shower. Like Thor the skin around his nose was chaffed from blowing, and his eyes slightly puffy, and for reasons that Darcy’s brain couldn’t fathom there were two black, white tipped fuzzy ears on his head and a twitching, fluffy, black, white tipped fox tail peeking out from his back. 

“Uhhhhhh….” 

“Make your jokes, then leave.” Even congested Loki’s tone was clear in his frustration.

Darcy held her hands up, “Hey there’s no shaming here, just confusion. Last time I checked, allergies didn’t turn people into furries.”

“I am not…” He broke into a fit of sneezes, “Whatever nonsense term that is. I’ve simply…” More sneezing, “Been struggling with my Seidr.”

Darcy hummed and nodded, not really understanding but didn’t think it smart to push him into a more in-depth explanation. His sneezes were so close together and harsh, she was getting worried about the amount of air he was getting into his lungs.

“Regardless, maybe some meds will help. I suggest taking like, 4 of the Benadryl. If it works it’ll knock you on your ass, but it’ll also stop the sneezing and congestion.” She was making her way towards the door as she spoke and stopped just by the opening, “Any chance I can-” She reached towards his twitching tail.

“Leave.”

“I’ll come check on ya in a couple hours!” As badly as Darcy wanted to touch the fluffy tail, she was not ready to die for the attempt.

~~~~ THREE HOURS LATER ~~~~~~~~

Darcy juggled the three tupperware containers of food in one arm while she did her best to knock with the other, “Loki you good? I’ve got food.”

She didn’t hear any approaching footsteps, and was startled when the door was opened.

Darcy barely got clear of the door before Loki shut it. Turning to face him, she just about dropped the food.

“I can’t tell if this means the Benadryl helped or not.” She offered as an opening for him to explain.

Loki still had the ears and tail, but now there was fur around the edges of his face, covering his hands and feet, his nails had blackened into claws, and there were definitely whiskers growing out of his cheeks.

Loki blinked down at her, his nose twitched (was he about to sneeze or was he testing her scent?) and she saw something shift in his mind as his pupils widened then shrank, he blinked and his usual scowl returned to his face, “How did you get in here?”

Darcy cocked her head to the side, “You let me in, just now, and almost hit me with the door. Did fur grow inside your brain too? Do I need to call Bruce?”

Her concern crossed from surface level to genuine as she watched Loki look down at his hands and wiggle his clawed fingers, his expression was hard to read with his eyebrows blending into his new furry hairline but she was certain he was looking confused himself. “Damn.” The word was uttered so quietly Darcy might have missed it if she weren’t standing so close.

“Loki, you’re seriously worrying me dude.” Again his ears twitched in her direction.

“I’m touched.” Darcy took the dry sarcasm as a good sign, “The only thing you should be concerned about is keeping your blithering trap shut. It was bad enough when it was just the ears and tail. If The Oaf hears of this, there will be no end to his ridicule.”

The more Loki said, the more Darcy relaxed. It was a sad reflection on her life when she was happy to have the mass murdering alien give her a hard time.

Opting to ignore his bluff (she’d long since realized that he could bark all he wanted, if he ever hurt her he’d immediately be kicked back to Asgard) Darcy went to his kitchen and put down the tupperware containers, “Don’t worry your fuzzy little head, I won’t tell anyone…” Faster than Loki could anticipate, she whipped up her phone and snapped a picture, “I will show everyone though, unless you let me touch your ears or tail.” She shoved her phone down the front of her shirt and between her boobs, uncaring of the extra cleavage she was flashing him in the process.

Loki’s upper lip drew back revealing some rather pointy canines, “Impudent wench.”

Darcy smirked as she rocked on her heels, “Oh come on Fuzz Butt, you can’t tell me no one’s ever wanted to see what your transformed fur feels like.”

“None have ever been so brazen or foolish to try.” Loki bit back. He was becoming so agitated his tail was swishing, and his ears had flattened on his head.

‘Dammit, now he’s just looking cute.’ 

He was also looking a little unsteady. With each swish of his tail, Loki wobbled the slightest bit, and his eyelids seemed to be struggling to stay open.

“How many of those Benadryl did you end up taking?” She hadn’t heard him sneeze once since she came in, and the skin around his nose and eyes had returned to normal.

“The four you recommended had no effect, so I added another five. The sneezing stopped just before…” Loki caught himself before he could finish outing himself. Shaking his head he staggered off towards the couch, “Leave Serf. I require rest.”

She really, really wanted to push her luck and remind him about the whole Fuzzy Picture threat, but it wasn’t as much fun if the other member of the party was spiraling towards a crash. Cause damn, NINE?! If one Benadryl was enough to turn a regular human into a zombie, then nine must be bordering on a coma.

“Fine, but don’t think this isn’t over. I’ll come back in an hour and make sure you’re still breathing.” 

She saw a feeble, black fuzzy hand lift up to acknowledge he’d heard her.

Darcy left but made sure to leave the door unlocked. Quietly she called out, “JARVIS keep an eye on his vitals and let Bruce or Thor know if his heart stops or something.”

“Of course Ms.Lewis…Shall I let you know when it’s been an hour?” 

Unsurprised that JARVIS had been listening in on the conversation in Loki’s room, Darcy gave a thumbs up to the nearest camera she could see, “That’d be great J.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 45 MINS LATER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ms.Lewis, I thought I should inform you that there has been a change in Prince Loki’s condition.” Darcy tried not to cringe too much from having JARVIS say this directly into her bluetooth headphones (a welcoming gift from Tony.)

Glancing over to where she could see Bruce working at his station she figured this wasn’t a life threatening change to Loki’s condition. Not many realized just how much intelligence Tony’s AI had, but Darcy was no fool. She grew up worshiping the internet, and treating ‘The Matrix’ and ‘The Terminator’ like prophecies. 

If JARVIS thought this was something only she needed to know about then she’d take it as the gift that it was.

A quick elevator ride later and she was back at his door.

She knocked lightly and let herself in, “Loki? JARVIS says you might need help.”

There came a slight whimper (or was that a whine?) from the living room.

This late in the afternoon the sunlight had moved away from Loki’s windows, and none of the lights had been turned on. Everything was cast in shadows and patches of darkness, making it hard to see anything.

“Loki?” 

Darcy hit the switch for the kitchen light so she didn’t accidentally blind/enrage the half-transformed frost giant.

Able to see Darcy watched as what she had initially thought to be a deep pocket of shadows uncurled from the bottom of the coffee table. 

A black fox the size of a St.Bernard stretched out like a cat as unfocused green eyes blinked in her direction.

“Oh my Gods.” 

She wanted to take all the pictures, but she also wanted to try touching him. When he was still humanoid the fur had looked silky, as a full fox it looked absolutely luxurious and Darcy just had to get her fingers into it.

She had never interacted with foxes before though, and didn’t know how unhinged Loki’s brain was going to be with all that Benadryl in his system.

Finished stretching he ventured a couple steps closer, his nose to the air to scent the new presence in his home. Some of Loki’s consciousness must have been working, cause the fox’ ears went down and it spun around to hop onto the couch.

‘I’ve just been brushed off by a fox.’ Loki could brush her off a million times and she wouldn’t bat an eye, but Fox-Loki showing her such little interest just felt like a bitch slap.

“Rude.” 

Going over to the couch she watched as Loki laid down with his head resting between his two front paws. His eyes closed and a rather un-fox like sigh came out through his nose. 

Darcy crouched down to eye level and told him, “You know you make a very pretty fox.” Other than his ear twitching Loki didn’t acknowledge her.

“May I please pet you, your Foxiness?” Murderous Asshole or not, Darcy wasn’t going to touch without consent. 

His eye cracked open, regarding her for a moment then closed and another long sigh was released. Darcy took it as one of resignation and beamed. Finally she could get this out of her system!

As gently as she could she placed her hand on his head; he didn’t move away or twist around to snap at her, confirming that he had given in. 

She stroked down along his spine, marveling at the feel of his thick, silky fur. Bringing her hand back to his head she lightly scratched around the base of his ears, the fur there was much softer and she had to bite her lip to keep from gushing out more praises to him. 

Her petting was kept strictly to his back and the top of his head, areas that most animals considered to be safe zones. As much as she wanted to touch his tail she didn’t know how sensitive it was and didn’t want to push it. 

Darcy cut herself off after about five minutes, plus her legs were screaming in protest from holding that crouched position so long. 

A woman of her word Darcy dug out her phone and deleted the picture of Loki the Were-Fox. Satisfied she whispered to Loki, “There now no one but me and JARVIS knows what a half fox, half Frost Giant looks like. I also won’t tell anyone that you totally lost control due to overdosing on allergy medicine. You’ll be back to your entitled asshole self by tomorrow morning.”

This got her a small indignant huff. 

Darcy let herself out and made sure the door locked behind her. 

It was only after the door’s lock had clicked that Loki released his animal shape. It took a bit slower than usual, but he wasn’t quite back in focus just yet. 

Back in his usual form he resettled on the couch. With not a single piece of clothing on his body, the material didn’t feel quite as comfortable as it had in his fox shape. 

The Midgardian medicine had thrown his control off balance, just not as much as he’d let Lewis believe. He could have reverted back to his proper state a half hour ago, and gone back to his bed for a proper rest. 

Instead he couldn’t resist seeing what the woman would do when faced with the full transformation. He’d been somewhat hoping she would startle or scream and flee, calling for Thor’s protection. Instead she’d looked at him like he was the most beautiful animal in existence. It was a delicious boost to his ego.

Loki chuckled to himself, picturing her face when she might learn that her ‘petting’ along his fur had translated to the feeling of a lover’s touch on his skin. 

There would be sputtering, possibly some shrieking and all the threats and profanities. 

The image was so entertaining he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face. 

[bekala]

Art by @noxnthea

[thorst]

The End of the World and Junk • Earth 616 • Darcy Lewis & Thor Odinson (platonic) • Gen • Post Infinity War Canon Compliant • Hurt/Comfort • Darcy POV

Summary: All work and no play makes Darcy a dull girl. But after the Snap, what else is there to do? Go and help a friend in need, it turns out. One the newspapers are tearing to shreds after the battle that fractured the universe. One who had always seemed so indomitable that even after the end of the world, nobody thought to check in on.

Excerpt: Nothing had prepared Darcy for how boring the apocalypse would be. Most everything else, she'd expected. Loneliness was a given, the fear came and went, the sadness unavoidable. But all of these things had always seemed a natural part of the end of the world. Not jarring, but expected.

This was the third day running she'd knocked off from work, made her way home, and proceeded to spend a full five minutes stood frozen in her doorway, keys in hand, realising she had nothing to do and no one to see. For all that it was Friday night, she may as well have stayed at work.

She'd never felt more like Jane. And there was the sadness again.

( READ THE FULL WORK ON AO3 )

[r3volutionary-queen]

Hello tumblr world. I still lurk! I still read your asks! I still read your messages! I still struggle with work-life balance and anxiety/depression in a draining capitalist society when I would rather hide in the woods and write until the sun explodes (which might be soon)!

That being said, I received the most lovely notification this morning of the most incredible fanvid that was made of Ignition. One of my incredible readers (alicewinter_ao3) has been taking on the immense task of translating the entire story into Russian and this video came as a result of their efforts! The edits and the attention to tiny details from the fic are so insanely well done, I had to share it here.

SERIOUSLY. GO WATCH IT. IDK HOW THEY MADE THIS BUT I’M SCREAMING.

Funny story: I had actually opened up ignition last night and wrote about a thousand words. First time in forever. Then, this morning, I wake up to this.

Maybe it’s a sign.

Also, I really, really miss all of you.

[the-run-verse]

So I've been going through and rereading the Run 'Verse lately, as one does, when I noticed something. I was finishing up my reread of A Cup of Cheer while on my lunch break when I noticed this line:

A Cup of Cheer was published December 31, 2015.

Avengers: Endgame, where we meet one Miss Morgan Stark, came out April 2019.

Was that a prediction, @themonkeycabal ? Or just a hilariously coincidental throwaway line? 😆

[pollydoodles]

Baby Mama

What to do when your best friend has the world's cutest baby, and your biological clock suddenly starts ticking loud enough for the whole Avengers tower to hear?

-"Oh god," Darcy said suddenly.

"What?" Jane's head popped up over the desk, instantly alert in that way she managed only when either Thomas was about to stick one chubby finger into an electrical socket, or one of her machines was ready to explode. "What have you done to my son?"

"Nothing," Darcy protested in an injured tone. "He's absolutely fine." She paused. "I mean, he's covered in chocolate, but from the point of view of him still having all four limbs attached and the usual amount of eyeballs, he's fine." Jane visibly relaxed, resting her chin on the edge of the desk as she knelt behind it, pulling faces at Thomas who giggled wildly and shook his fists at her.

"I just..." Darcy said carefully, hands squeezing into Thomas and putting her head behind his so that her face was obscured from Jane as she continued. "I just realised I want one."

[adobedragon]

The Collected Works of sitehound

All my stories, in one place, listed by fandom—which means, mostly Voltron: Legendary Defender—and by romantic ship (if applicable). Ratings vary from G to E.

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Darcy/Loki

A Morbid Taste for Ice (Complete at 200K words | Rated M | Mystery | Romance | Contemporary | Eventual Sex | Mental Health Issues)

My magnum opus! More than a decade after I started posting it, it still, IMO, holds up well.

Following the events of Loki’s attack on New York, Thor, Loki, Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster find themselves unwilling roommates, living in a crappy trailer home in the New Mexico desert.

Original Work

Elrekki Chaosbringer/Kelly Marquez

Lost in Paradise (Ongoing story | Rated M | Space Opera | Romance | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Eventual Sex | Inspired by MCU's Thor & Loki)

A bookstore owner’s life is turned upside down by a mysterious young man who turns out to be a criminal from an alternate universe.

Voltron: Legendary Defender (VLD)

GEN (No, or minimal romance, although Plance does sneak in…)

How to Impress Your Pidgeon (14K words, Complete | Rated T | Mild Violence | Dragons | Dragonriders of Pern crossover)

Pidge, an apprentice in the MasterSmith Crafthall, meets a very opinionated young dragon.

I’ll Stand by You (3K words | Rated T | Bullying | Friendship | Pre-Canon)

In which Pidge, aka Katie Holt, finds that impersonating a male cadet presents challenges she never thought of.

Three (Would-be) Paladins and a DeLorean (5.7K words | Rated T | Garrison Trio | Pre-Canon | AU | Humor | Reckless Driving | Back to the Future DeLorean)

Pidge, Lance and Hunk sneak out of Galaxy Garrison for some unauthorized R&R in the nearby town of Torre Siena. When the inevitable happens—they get kicked out of a bar—they wander the streets and encounter a very strange car.

Lance/Female Reader

A Little Artistic Nudity (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-Canon | Second Person POV | No use of Y/N)

On a planet zillions of light years away, you meet a cute guy in a café and instantly strike up a rapport.

Shiro/Keith

The Color of Joy is Brown? (7.8K words | Rated T | Mild Violence | Dragons | Dragonriders of Pern crossover | Meet-Cute)

An unwanted orphan bounced from Hold to Hold, now a murderer consigned to hard labor in the mines of Crom, Keith is grimly resigned to a short, miserable life. But when a chance encounter leads to him standing on the sands of Benden Weyr's hatching grounds, a Candidate for Impression, he dares to hope for something better.

Keith/Lance

The Scarecrow (19K words, Complete | Rated T | Mild Violence | Pre-canon | AU | Happy Ending | Queerplatonic Relationships)

In the wake of crushing loss, Keith, Pidge and Hunk, once Galaxy Garrison cadets, now conscripts in the Galra war efforts, plan a desperate escape from Sendak’s estate in the New Mexico desert.

No Good Deed… (2400 words | Rated T | Fantasy AU | Urban Fantasy | Wolf-boy Keith | Fey Lance | Ambiguous Ending)

Lance has an encounter in the woods with a wolf-boy.

Pidge/Lance/Keith

Well, There Goes Our Security Deposit (2.1K words | Rated T | Fluff)

Keith comes home one day to find that his partners in love and life have wrecked the apartment.

How I Met Your Chabbit (1.7K words | Rated T | Drunk Pidge | Fluff | Pet Adoption | Domestic Bliss)

Everyone has an origin story. This is Rogelio the chabbit’s.

Centaur’s Rising (Ongoing story | Rated M | Mild Violence | Grief Mourning | Eventual Sex | Pacific Rim Crossover)

The last place Lance wants to be is in a Conn-Pod, but it may be his best chance at a new beginning, provided he can move on from the past. A retelling, of sorts, of Pacific Rim, featuring Pidge, Lance and Keith.

Keith/Pidge

Stop Thinking (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-canon | First Times)

On a dark and stormy night, after years of waiting, Pidge Holt gets what she wants.

Pidge/Lance (Plance, Pidgance, FlirtyRobot, my OTP)

St. Elmo’s Fire (150K words, Complete | Rated M | Post-Canon | Eventual Sex | Grief/Mourning | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Eventual Happy Ending)

More than a decade before, Lance ghosted Pidge. But a chance encounter leads to a journey together in a small spaceship across the Earth’s solar system, offering the opportunity to repair a friendships and fall in love.

Mind the Hardwood (4.5K words, Rated E | Post-Canon | Cut scene from St. Elmo’s Fire)

In which Pidge and Lance get busy on in the cockpit of Pidge’s small spaceship.

Us, Only Us (5.2K words | Rated M | Post-Canon | Angst | First Fight | Makeup Sex | Romance | Cut scene from St. Elmo's Fire)

Lance stumbles upon Pidge’s attempt to comprehend and model their relationship using math.

Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (11K words, Complete | Rated E | Canon | Canon Divergent | First Times)

Pidge successfully seduces Lance.

A Rain of Terror (3.6K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Angst | Grief/Mourning)

Pidge Holt can repair anything. Except a broken heart. In the gathering fury of a dangerous Altean oort storm, she struggles with her terrible people skills, needing to get a depressed and nearly catatonic Lance out of the storm’s path.

If a Door Slams in Outer Space, Can You Hear It? (2.9K | Canon | Canon Divergent | Story in a Story)

Lance makes like a bard and courts Pidge with a good story.

To Find a Princess, You Gotta Kiss a Green Paladin (7.6 words | Rated T | AU | Actor AU)

In which Katie Holt, girl genius, finds herself cast in a movie playing an Altean princess to Lance’s Paladin of Voltron.

Turn Over a New Leaf (8.8K words, Complete | Rated T | Fix-it | S8E1 rewrite | Romance | Allura and Lance friendship)

All his life, Lance has craved attention. To be seen as more than the farm boy from Cuba. On the eve of the Galactic Coalition’s final offensive against the Galra, Lance finally learns, with a little help from his friends, that growing up means letting go of what you want and accepting what you need.

In Deep Space Where the Wallflowers Grow (2.4K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Pidge Salsa Dances)

Pidge Holt is so done with being paraded about the universe, expected to mingle and meet and greet the Galactic Coalition's bigwigs. During a brunch on a Galra cruiser, she retreats to a quiet spot in the stateroom by a vast window to do some stargazing, but her solitude is interrupted by a certain social butterfly.

A Pidge in a Dress is Still a Pidge (5.6K words | Rated T | 1950s AU | Science Fiction)

“Just one dance,” Pidge’s mom had stated. One dance with anyone and Pidge can leave the gala at the Altean embassy, go home, take off this beautiful but totally not-Pidge ballgown and go back to being a tomboy girl genius. Alas, the only available dance partners are creeps who are trying to suck-up to Admiral Sam Holt through his daughter. It's gonna be a long evening

Shapeshifter, Shapeshifter, Shape Me a Match (6.1K words | Rated G | Fantasy AU | Shapeshifter Lance)

On a quiet little farm, a mischievous shapeshifter meets his match in a studious girl.

It Is You I Have Loved (A Collection of Plance Fanart and Short Fiction) (Ongoing project)

What it says in the title: drabble plus fanart.

The Tithe (Ongoing story | Rated T | Teen Romance | Pre-Canon | Garrison Trio | Inspired by Tam Lin | Sex Magic)

Katie Holt, masquerading as Galaxy Garrison cadet Pidge Gunderson, is on a mission: to find the truth about her family’s disappearance. But an unlikely romance leads to the startling discovery that otherworldly forces are at work in the Garrison.

I Crave None of Your Blood (Ongoing story | Rated M | Post-Canon | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Character Turned in a Vampire | Grief/Mourning | Eventual Sex | Rough Sex)

Lance, Pidge and Keith, three Paladins of Voltron, each carrying a permanent legacy of their Voltron experience, and now pawns of forces that might save or destroy the universe.

Centaur’s Rising (Ongoing story | Rated M | Mild Violence | Grief Mourning | Eventual Sex | Pacific Rim Crossover)

The last place Lance wants to be is in a Conn-Pod, but it may be his best chance at a new beginning, provided he can move on from the past. A retelling, of sorts, of Pacific Rim, featuring Pidge, Lance and Keith.