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An Unfortunate Incident (Regarding Dragons and Hoarding Behaviours)
Rated: General audiences
Fandom: Marvel
Relationship: WinterHawk
Tags: Dragon Clint, Fluff, Bucky Barnes is So Done, Idiots in Love, Established Relationship.
Words: 577
Betas: @o-kaythislooksbad and @blubblesandink - Thank you both so much for the help! Y'all are great 💛
Summary:
Clint is a dragon. Bucky is so done with his boyfriend's hoarding instincts (but still very much in love with him). They're both disasters.
OR
Wherein Clint hides on the roof with his stolen hoard of coffee mugs, and Bucky has to make him put them back so he can wash them. (But they're still idiots in love.)
Read on Ao3
Bucky looks up at the roof from where he's standing on his lawn and sighs deeply.
"Clint," he calls, resignation clear in his tone, "I know you can hear me."
A long, serpentine head peeks over the edge of the roof and somehow, despite not having facial features conducive to, you know, making expressions, manages to scowl at him.
"Clint!"
A whine, and then silence.
Bucky rolls his eyes, somehow managing not to facepalm.
"Clinton Francis Barton, get down here right now before I skin you and turn your scales into a necklace for my sister."
Bucky pauses, listens, and then rolls his eyes again at the conspicuous lack of noise and-or motion from the roof.
"Now, Clint."
There's a whoosh of air and then Bucky looks up and sees his blond idiot boyfriend standing in front of him — in his human skin now, thankfully - smiling sheepishly.
Bucky glares.
Clint pouts.
"Give it." Bucky's voice is firm.
"Aw, Bucky!" Clint whines.
"No. Give it," Bucky says again, leaving no room for argument.
Clint pouts but eventually rolls his eyes and acquiesces.
He reaches into a place that isn't really a place so much as a pocket-fold of space, and pulls out what Bucky had chased him out here for in the first place, with a little pop as reality shifts to accommodate Clint.
He drops the collection in front of Bucky, careful not to break any, visibly grumpy, and despite himself Bucky feels the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smile.
"Come on, babe," he says, warm affection bleeding through the exasperation. He shakes his head in bewilderment. "All of our coffee mugs? Really? Again?"
"I wanted them!" Clint protests in indignation. "They were so pretty..." he trails off, pouting. Bucky knows they've had this conversation multiple times before, but he also knows that they're going to have this conversation many times in the future as well - it was just his luck that he'd fallen in love with a coffee-addicted, mug-hoarding, dumbass dragon.
"You're such a disaster, babe," he says drily, smirking at his boyfriend's pout. "Go take them inside so I can wash them, and then I'll order pizza for dinner. And yes," he adds, foreseeing Clint's question with the ease of long practice, "I'll make sure to get enough for Lucky."
"Oh hell yeah!" Clint cheers and runs into the house with his collection in his arms, looking more graceful than a man that gawky has any right to be.
Immediately after the door closes, there's a loud crash from inside.
A pause.
"Nobody died!" Clint's yell comes from inside the house, sounding chagrined even without Bucky there to give him a look of exasperated disbelief at whatever mess he'd managed to make this time. At this point, Bucky can't even be surprised that his boyfriend has managed to cause a household catastrophe in the five or so seconds he'd been in the house without him.
Bucky sighs and shakes his head. "I don't know what he'd do without me," he says to no one in particular, turning his head up to the sky to look at the stars for a second. He pauses, and smiles softly, warmth suffusing his heart.
"But then again," he says, "I don't know what I'd do without him. Disaster he may be, but at least he's mine."
He smiles again and turns to head back inside. There are worse things to spend his life doing.
~End~
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The Bucket List
by im95notdead on ao3
Pairing: Bucky Barnes / Clint Barton
Word Count: 3.8k
Event: @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer 2023
Week 5: fireworks
Part 5 of the series "It's Bucky Time" on ao3
“Come on, it’ll be fun. And if it’s not fun, I won’t bother you about it ever again. I swear.”
“You swear?” Bucky asked, raising a doubtful eyebrow.
Clint raised a hand and rested it on his chest over his heart. “I swear on Barney’s li—”
Bucky cleared his throat pointedly.
“Fine. I swear on… Steve’s life that I’ll leave it alone.”
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