Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics)
09 Mar 2021
“The Wheel of Fortune: Great forces are at work. Cycles that were set into motion years before will speed up, leading you closer and closer to your inevitable fate.” She picked up the card, and placed it on the photo of Bucky.
“He is the center of the wheel, Clint. He is your fate.”
It's 1943, there's a war on in Europe, and the only thing The Amazing Hawkeye is shooting is a purple target inside a circus tent.
Clint Barton has always known how to draw a crowd, and during one of the Carnival's New York shows he manages to catch the eye of a local soldier. Bucky Barnes is unlike anyone Clint has ever met -- funny, warm, accepting. Clint hardly thinks twice about going behind his brother's back to get drinks with Bucky.
It should have been a one night stand; Clint means for it to be a one night stand. But Clint Barton is a fuck up, and with one panicked decision manages to lose everything he holds dear and somehow set into motion a chain of events that will link him and Bucky together for decades.
The last thing Clint sees before he's thrown into 1939 is Steve Rogers fucking smiling. Out of spite, he befriends him so that he can't hate him as much when he comes back to the future, if that ever happens. He doesn't expect to also fall in love with the guy's best friend, nor to fight in the war, but shit happens.
Title from Halsey's "Clementine", not sure how well it fits but it's pretty.
Soft Spot by ClaraxBarton for Kangofu_CB
Fandoms: Hawkeye (Comics), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Winter Soldier (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Black Widow (Comics), Captain America - All Media Types
24 May 2021
Clint knew what to do with his body. He might not be able to trust anything else- not his dumb brain or his questionable feelings or, hell anyone or anything in his life- but he could trust his body. And, okay, he could trust Natasha.
So he’d told her. About his… thing. Not about his dick, since she was fairly well versed in that as both a user of and occasional bystander to Clint’s dick.
But about the thing. The thing he’d never considered, never realized, never even…
Clint would go so far as to say that it was actually Natasha’s fault that this thing was even a thing at all.
Billy started shifting blankets, finding Steve’s face. “Talk to me.” One of Steve’s eyes opened, big and round and full of something Billy couldn’t place. “You okay?”
“I went to the doctor today. I was up all night throwing up.” Billy kissed his forehead.
“What’s the verdict? You alright?” Steve shifted, sitting up, holding a soft pillow to his chest. “Flu? Step? Hand-foot-and-mouth disease?” Steve didn’t laugh. Didn’t even smile.
Nilly was fucking worried.
“I, um, I’m, I’m pregnant.”
Billy’s heart fucking stopped.
The A/B/O mpreg request ficlet nightmare from a year ago on tumblr gets a much-needed rewrite.
22 Jul 2021
A Mandalorian and a Jedi... and lots of sex. A series of interconnected one-shots following along with Jango and Obi-Wan as they work around being what they are and finding a bit of something in each other.