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purple--queen · 29 days
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Just rumors
Note: clint is a bit hurt. Marc cares. The usual. Fluff. Boys in love. just a small thing for in between.
Pairing: Clint Barton/Marc Spector
Warning: mention of injuries.
He finds Clint sleeping on the couch in his office.
An ice pack lies on his forehead. A poorly applied bandage that has reddish spots is in danger of falling off at any moment. Bruises and scratches adorn his skin. Sighing, Marc sits down on the couch and begins to re-wrap the bandage on his upper arm. Although he is careful and tries not to wake Clint, it seems to be enough for Clint to wake up.
“Hey,” Clint murmurs, grinning sleepily at him. “Hey,” Marc replies, pulling the mask off his face. Clint still wears a hearing aid, but it's always better when the piece of cloth isn't there. “What happened to your pretty face?” asks Marc, gently pressing against a bruise on his jaw.
“The usual,” Clint says with a shrug and reaches for his hand so that Marc stops poking at the stain. “For a sniper, you have quite a few fistfights.” “Sometimes a fight requires fists,” Clint says under his breath and Marc makes a disapproving noise.
"You have to be careful-" Clint whispers, sitting up. The ice pack slips from his head. “One would think you would care about me.” "They're nothing but rumors," Marc replies, a slight smile on his lips as he leans in and kisses Clint.
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flowerparrish · 1 year
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Podfic of Your Honesty by @shatteredhourglass // podded for @trashkingtater
Rated: Explicit
Relationship: Marc Spector / Clint Barton
Length: 12 minutes
Summary:
Admitting that this thing is more than fucking around is an idea that Marc can't entertain.
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thesunflowersutra · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Moon Knight (TV 2022), Moon Knight (Comics), Hawkeye (TV 2021), Hawkeye (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton/Marc Spector, Clint Barton/Steven Grant, Clint Barton/Jake Lockley, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop, Kate Bishop & America Chavez, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson Characters: Clint Barton, Maya Lopez, America Chavez, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Steven Grant (Marvel), Layla El-Faouly, Yelena Belova, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Kate Bishop Additional Tags: Fluff, Meet the Family, One Shot, I missed writing my moons and their boyfriend Summary:
The one about the time Moon System met the (new) Avengers.
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cultofthewyrm · 6 months
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by Arik Roper
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veryberryjelly · 7 months
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𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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hawksonfire · 2 years
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Hey! For the ask game could you do Ghost AU/Forgotten First Meeting for wintermoonhawk? Or just MarcClint if you’d rather.
"You're a ghost," the man clad in white says, two crescent moon blades in his hands.
"Yes," Clint says, floating a foot off the ground. "We've been over this, Moon Knight, last time we met."
"I've never met you before in my life," Marc says, his grip on the blades tightening. Honestly, it's like he's forgotten everything about Clint. Doesn't he know that blades can't hurt him? Hardly anything can anymore.
"Sure you have," Clint says, crossing his legs in midair. "We met last year in Tunisia. And I met Steven in London, six months ago, and Jake gave me a ride to the airport last month. We've met since then, Marc, more than once."
Marc's stance goes a little lax, and Clint can just picture the look on his face he gets when he's talking to Steven or Jake, and then it stiffens up again and his mask almost seems to snarl. "None of us have ever seen you before in our lives," he says. "Now tell us how you know who we are, and we'll go easy on you."
"You really don't remember?" Clint says, floating down until he's standing on the ground. "Coffee in Kansas? Drinks in Toronto? None of it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Marc says, advancing on Clint.
Clint's fist clenches and he shoots up into the air, too high for Marc to get to him. "Get out here, you bird skull headed bastard!" He shouts, glaring up at the moon. "I have a bone to pick with you!"
There's nothing, for a while, just Marc pacing underneath him, and then—
"What do you want, bird?"
"You made him forget," Clint accuses. "Give them back. Now."
A sigh. "You have always been insufferable." A wave of a gloved hand, and Khonshu disappears into the moonlight.
"Ass," Clint grumbles. He looks down to see Marc on his knees, clutching at his head, and he floats down quickly. "Back with me, Spector?"
Marc looks up at him, the mask dissolving into a ray of moonlight. "Clint?"
Clint smiles at him, gently thumbing over a bandage across his nose. "There you are."
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shatteredhourglass · 1 year
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1/? - i’m cleaning out the notes app on my old phone, so have some older wips that never made it to getting fleshed out. this was a werewolf!clint marcclint fic with a whole ‘werewolf mating season’-slash-breeding-kink angle. nsfw, mpreg is not a thing but they theorise about it, etc, etc
"Sorry. He's not here," Clint says as Jean-Paul steps into the main room.
"...it's okay," Jean-Paul says. "I did not want to talk to him. I came to check on you."
"Oh," Clint says. "That's, uh. Nice."
Nice.
Marc's friends have actually been very nice to him – he's pretty sure they're nicer to him than they are to Marc himself, and it's been. Yeah. It's a little weird, especially after the whole 'accidentally turned into a werewolf on a mission gone wrong' thing.
The mangled scars of the bite mark on his shoulder still tingle.
That's not his biggest problem right now, though. It's not even close to the full moon. His biggest problem is sitting under a bag of frozen peas, achingly hard the same way it's been for the last three hours since he woke up.
Clint lets out a sigh.
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"Have you talked to Marc about this?"
"What? Why would I?"
Jean-Paul makes a face before he speaks again, looking reluctant. "Heat tends to turn werewolves into-"
"I'm home," Marc says, opening the door.
Clint inhales, and then-
Lunges.
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He needs to be inside Marc, needs to fill him up and set his too-sharp teeth against that pale throat, needs to bite down and fuck him, and-
"Breathe," Marc orders.
"I," Clint inhales again, blinks. "Sorry. I don't..."
"First time," Marc says, completely at ease with being pinned to the floor. If Clint was anyone else, he'd probably be dead for that move. He's shocked at Marc's lack of retaliation as it is. "I know. It's okay. Did it just start hitting you?"
"Since yesterday," Clint says. He can't quite make himself get off of Marc.
"I am leaving," Jean-Paul announces, and the door slams shut a moment later. Fair enough. He's going to have to send apology chocolates or something once he's over this thing. If he gets over this thing.
Clint still hasn't stopped leaning over Marc. Looming, even.
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"You're humping my leg," Marc says.
"I'm not humping your leg," Clint says, but he has to look down to check and make sure.
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Did Marc always smell this fucking good? It's orgasmic. Clint wants to lick him. He does lick him, drags his tongue over the knobs of Marc's spine and inhales deeply, rolls his hips again.
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"You can come in me," Marc says, and his voice isn't quite as unaffected as it usually is.
"I shouldn't," Clint says. "It's- I-"
"Clint," Marc says sharply. "Come."
Clint comes. ------
"Is this- normal?"
"Werewolves aren't that good at having children," Marc says. "And if they're not biting others, they need to reproduce naturally. It's just biology."
"Biology that doesn't work if no one has a uterus," Clint says.
"Mm."
"I just- my whole body is tingly," he says, and he thinks he might be hard again. He rolls his hips into Marc again, an experimental thrust that feels good but nowhere as good as the way Marc's cock twitches under his hand. ------
Clint blinks up at the ceiling, his vision blurring slightly. "Are we going to die because I can't stop being horny?"
"Maybe," Marc says. "It's fine. I've died for less."
"Yeah," Clint says with a sigh, rolling onto his side so he can hook one thigh over Marc's legs. "Me too."
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Marc gives him a sideways look. "What are you thinking about?"
"If we had a kid – if we could have a kid, what d'you would it be like?" Clint says, and then. "Shit. I didn't mean- I'm- fuck, I didn't-"
"It'd talk a lot," Marc says without missing a beat, blinking slow. "Wouldn't listen to a word anyone said. Always getting hurt. Sassy, probably. Pushover parents who spoil it too much."
Clint lets out a sigh, rests his cheek against Marc's shoulder. "We're not fit to raise kids."
"We're not," Marc agrees.
It's a nice dream, though.
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louiemutton · 2 years
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it's me. you know what i'm gonna say. vampire au, your clintship of choice >:)
Im giving you vampire moonhawks angst because I can
cws: vampire bites, blood, newly turned vampire, frenzied bloodlust
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Marc can feel the sweat drip, drip, dripping down the side of his neck. His breathing is labored, knowing he’s trapped in a situation he can’t get out of. There’s several sharp things digging into his belly, claws most likely, and he knows there’s too many vital organs there to chance it. No way out, his brain rudely reminds him.
Steven’s going to kill him if he manages to escape, either way.
Too much of a close call.
He hasn’t felt teeth yet, but he knows they’re coming, knows that the claws belong to a vampire. Marc’s going to be bled dry and left to die. His guts being torn out are almost worth it in comparison. Maybe Khonshu would have mercy on him for being stupid enough to get into this mess, bringing him back to life.
Maybe, but unlikely.
“Marc?” the voice behind him says softly, almost too softly, and Marc’s blood goes cold.
“Clint?” He wants to be wrong about this, praying that perhaps Clint is there with his bow to save him from this monstrosity. Instead, Marc turns slowly to see his worst fears confirmed; Clint’s been converted.
In the light of the moon, his hair looks almost ethereal. In contrast, his bright red eyes look demonic. It’s harrowing, and Marc doesn’t know how to stomach this. Clint’s always been beautiful, but now he’s otherworldly, breathtaking in a way that he doesn’t have words for.
“What happened?” Marc asks, dreading the answer.
“I was turned yesterday.” Clint’s voice breaks as he says it. “I don’t know how to control this, I don’t know how to stop. I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t want this, Marc.”
“But you’re in control now?” Marc asks very carefully, seeing how much restraint Clint’s shown. A surprise for a newly turned vampire.
“Not for long.” Clint murmurs.
Marc calculates for a moment. There’s no way to turn him back, not fast enough at least. If Clint doesn’t feed, he’ll die. If Clint feeds from anyone else, he’s likely to rip their throats out, and he’d never forgive himself.
He makes a decision.
“Drink from me.” Marc says it more like a command than a question, domineering because he sees no options. This is his life-long friend, he can’t leave him like this, and Marc certainly won’t kill him. He should, Khonshu would demand it even, but Marc’s been soft for Clint since the day they met. He already knows it’s not feasible.
“Are you sure?” Clint sounds hesitant, but Marc isn’t here to be shy or play games.
“Yes.”
When the teeth slide into his neck, he’s surprised to find they don’t hurt. If anything, he feels slightly lightheaded from the blood loss, but that’s the worst of it. Clint laps at his skin with little kitten licks rather than sucking, and it softens Marc’s anger at the situation. Clint’s trying his best not to hurt him, despite the fact that the man can barely think straight. Marc singlehandedly pulled Clint out of a frenzied bloodlust, which…
Marc doesn’t know what it means, but he knows it means something.
After Clint’s gotten his fill, his eyes revert back to blue. Marc breaths a breath of relief, comforted by the sight. Clint's mouth is covered in blood, his own blood, but it doesn't turn his stomach the way that it should. He's as beautiful as ever, Marc thinks.
He sees Clint sniffling, and lifts his hand to cup Clint’s cheek. Their eyes meet, and it feels more intimate than he wants to admit. They stare at each other for what feels like forever, until Marc ruins the moment by clearing his throat.
“We’re going to find a way through this, Clint.” Marc says, wiping away one of Clint’s tears. “I promise you.”
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Does Luna/Astoria have a ship name?
I was think maybe Lunoria?
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moonlueart · 16 days
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Let me introduce a new character: Garyth the Spellweaver! A future character for my fan story Moonhawk.
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manfrommars2049 · 2 years
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U.E.S.F Moonhawk by Toni Justamante Jacobs via ImaginaryStarships
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purple--queen · 18 hours
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Clint: Did you feel the bullet or did you just feel pain?
Marc: I feel pain now because you won't stop talking.
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moindre · 1 year
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Another set just this morning. 1974 Bruckell Moonhawk V8 Sport #beamngdrive #papercraft #backinthedays #generalmotors #sunrise #sportcar #classiccars #musclecar #blue #buickregal #chevroletchevelle #pontiac https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck4t76sqPJF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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thesunflowersutra · 2 years
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
I'M EXCITED!!!!
okay so
a winterbaron Beat Generation AU that still has my heart! It was one of my first stories in English and i'm proud of it! you can find it here!
moonhawk where Clint takes his boyfriends to meet the new Avengers! you can find it here!
moonhawk with clint and his boyfriends just being adorable together! you can find it here!
i just posted this one! hahaah it's steddie and it's cute and i love them! you can find it here!
this one is very niche. it's written in portuguese and the fandom is a brazilian webseries that i no longer watch but at the time i wrote this story about two side characters, simone and amanda, and I am really proud of this story. I didn't write anything since 2014 when I wrote this one (in 2018!) and it came to me during a shower hahaah it's called luzes do semáforo and it translates to traffic lights and there's a whole metaphore about the traffic lights and their meanings + the evolution of their relationship. you can find the here!
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cultofthewyrm · 6 months
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by Arik Roper
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veryberryjelly · 7 months
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i am officially adding cobra kai characters to the list of who i write for !!
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right now i am comfortable writing for ;
robby keene
moon
eli moskowitz ( hawk )
poly!moonhawk
miguel diaz
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if you have any other characters you want me to try and write for i am open to it !!
just ask !!
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