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drgrlfriend · 2 months
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Selkie!Bucky Art Extravaganza!
The amazing @ghostcwtch drew some FABULOUS art of Selkie!Bucky waaaaaaaay back when I first started writing The Storm Shall Not Wake Thee. In honor of the fic being fully posted today (and with their permission, of course) I wanted to repost this wonderful art so more people get a chance to see it! I'll be embedding it in the fic, but since most of it shows Bucky in Full Seal form it had to wait until the relevant chapter!
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justlous-art · 8 months
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@marveltrumpshate 2022 auction prize for @ishipallthings, @nostalgicatsea and @avengersnewb. it was a pleasure to work on it with you three! ♡
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spagbol99 · 6 months
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Hawkeye (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Steve Rogers, Avengers Team Members & Clint Barton, Clint Barton & Tony Stark Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tracksuit Mafia (Marvel), Clint Barton's Tenants (Hawkeye), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Lucky (Hawkeye) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Captain America: The Winter Soldier Compliant, Kidnapping, Human Disaster Clint Barton, Deaf Clint Barton, Hurt Clint Barton, Sexual Tension, Vomiting Summary:
The only thing Clint Barton hates more than being benched is being the damsel in distress. But he's willing to tolerate a daring rescue when it comes from a tall, dark and handsome not-really stranger. And if he gets to spend some time with that smoking hot assassin whilst convincing him to reunite with Steve, then that’s just a bonus.
One year free from Hydra’s clutches and staying on the run has kept Bucky Barnes pretty busy. Coming back to New York, he'd intended to keep his head down and out of trouble. But here he is, keeping an eye on Clint Barton. But maybe this job is one that's worth the risk.
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We Made It
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Fanart made for the very kind @t0nystark1er​, who bid for me in the Marvel Trumps Hate 2022. She wanted a Cherik fanart. We decided on a wallpaper and during our conversation as we decided what to make it about, at some point she said about it showing that they made it together... I loved that idea, and this is what came out (I like how it came out): 
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ruquas · 2 months
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The burdens I took to change the ones you have - MCU
Fandom; Marvel Cinematic Universe Title; The burdens I took to change the ones you have Pairing; Brock Rumlow / Jack Rollins Rating; T Summary; Everything was normal. Jack was deployed and Brock tried his best to avoid paper work. Just their normal life - until Brock almost got knocked out from the pain over the soulbond and Jack didn't come home. AO3 can be found here
Written for @kalika999 during the @marveltrumpshate
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aimmyarrowshigh · 1 year
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Hi, Aim! ❤ I hope you don't mind me asking about two of your WIPS for the game you've got going on, but I couldn't possibly decide if I wanted to hear more about ' MCU - Bishlova MTH' and/or ' TOG - GODDAMMIT ' so I'm hoping that you might indulge me.
I don't mind at all, bb! :D
MCU - Bishlova MTH.docx is currently an empty placeholder with just the numbers for 15,000 words' worth of drabbles written in it, because I know that my @marveltrumpshate winner wants a Bishlova fic and donated enough to get 15,000 words, but they haven't specified any specific plot elements that they want and I don't have any big ideas yet for it. If you've got any ideas for a mid-length Bishlova fic, hit me with them! They want it to be qp (queerplatonic) or BFF fic rather than explicitly romantic or smutty, since in the comics Yelena is specifically aro-ace, but other than that I've been given free reign! And that's hard for me because my ideas are never mid-length lol. They're either "I'M GONNA REWRITE THE ENTIRE MCU" or they're drabble-length lololol.
TOG - GODDAMMIT.docx is.
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...Booker/Nile daddykink fic? LISTEN, I BLAME @bebeocho BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THEY DARED ME TO WRITE IT AND THEN I STARTED AND THEY WERE LIKE "OH NO, NEVER MIND". I don't even remember if that Actually Happened but I know it's how I remember it. Also, my former podcast host really hated how it was coming across and the vibe of it, so I stopped writing it. Also daddykink is KINKTOMATO for me? Severely? But I wanted to take on the Challenge of writing something that I find to be KINKTOMATO and if there's ANY pairing where daddykink makes sense, it's "man with child loss issues/woman with dad loss issues."
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"So," Joe says, at the top of his fucking lungs on their next peaceful day, right in the middle of a rinkydink fiber arts & crafts fair, "You call him 'Daddy' now?"
Nile's hands clench around the skein of handspun angora she's holding. Thank God she had to give back the angora bunny a minute before Joe opened his big mouth.
"I will kill you," she says with a deadly calm. "In your sleep tonight, I will murder you."
"You'll have to get past Nicky," Joe says cheerfully. "And it's not like killing me will do you much good."
"I will kill Nicky," Nile says. "Just to get to you."
Joe looks deeply affronted. He holds the angora bunny closer to his chest. "You would never kill Nicky."
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ao3feed-stevebucky · 1 year
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Santas Lap
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/dZOsIvx
by Ruquas
Steve doubted it will be fun. Whoever decided that Christmas this way should be fun needed to die. Bucky doesn't care.
Words: 387, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 16 of Marvel Trumps Hate
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen, M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, mth2022
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/dZOsIvx
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drgrlfriend · 3 months
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Chapter Sixteen!: Ah Weary Wee Flipperling
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Chapter Sixteen of my Winterhawk Marvel Trumps Hate 2022 Selkie!Bucky fic is posted!
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It’s hard to concentrate when James is looking at him like that, but Clint tries his best.  “I didn’t have the kind of life that — well, let’s just say that it wasn’t too conducive to stickin’ around.  So, I’ve only felt this way twice before, and only one of those turned into a relationship, and even that didn’t last long.  I guess — I can be a lot, when I feel this way about someone.  Too much, maybe.”    
“Too much what?” James says, voice so gentle the reproof doesn’t even sting.  He lifts Clint’s hand up where their fingers are still tangled together, and presses a warm kiss against Clint’s scarred, knobbly knuckles.  “Too much heart?  Too much affection?”  He shakes his head.  “Whoever told you that was a damned fool.”
Clint swallows thickly.  “I just don’t want to scare you off.”
James hums.  He leans in, slow enough that Clint could back off if he wanted to, but that’s the last thing Clint wants.  He presses into the kiss, lips parting.  It’s short, and sweet, and leaves Clint wanting more, as James pulls back and smiles again.“I don’t scare easy,” he says.  “And I’m not so overstocked on affection as to be turning up my nose at any, sayin’ it’s too much for me.  I like how much you are.  I like everythin’ about the way that you are.”
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drgrlfriend · 8 months
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Chrome Plated Heart
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It's here! My first-bidder auction winners in the Marvel Trumps Hate 2022 auction graciously allowed me to put their (35k and counting) fic on hold so I could write my second-bidder auction, and here it is -- a Marvel Pacific Rim AU featuring Winterhawk! I've posted the prologue and chapter 1 together, and will be updating one chapter per week until I post the last chapter and epilogue together. Enjoy!
Chrome Plated Heart by dr_girlfriend
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“Hey.”  Steve nudges Bucky’s shoulder and tilts his head toward the door of the canteen.  “New blood.”
Riley and Sam turn all the way around to look, not in the least bit subtle as the newcomers follow Coulson in and grab trays.
They are an odd match to be drift compatible — the man as tall and broad-shouldered as the woman is small and slender.  Similar in age, so probably siblings or romantic partners.  Or just new recruits from the Pan Pacific Defense Corps, maybe.  There’s not a jaeger in the assembly line anywhere near to done, but having a backup team on hand is never a bad idea with how high the casualty count has been lately.  Fewer minutes on the war clock after every event, and he heard Pietro Maximoff took a hard hit in Scarlet Sentry the other day — enough to put him out of commission for at least a few weeks.
“Interesting,” Steve says.  “They could almost pass for —” He stops, the forkful of macaroni arrested halfway to his mouth.  “Holy geez,” he says reverently.  “That’s —”
“Lucky Striker,” Bucky finishes.  “Sonuvabitch!”
Romanoff and Barton.  They’re legends, the very first team to establish a neural handshake once Stark nearly blew out his heart trying to pilot a jaeger alone and realized it only works with a shared neural and physical load.
They have more kills than any other team out there.  Hong Kong, Vladivostok, Lima — Lucky Striker has held the line at almost every ‘dome on the rim.  Steve and Bucky have pored over the footage of every single one of their kills, marveling at the way their jaeger moves.  Fluid, seamless, graceful.  And most of all, of course, deadly.
“Think they’re just visiting or they’re here to fight?” Steve asks.
“Either way, we’ll probably at least get to see them in the kwoon,” Riley drawls.  “Shee-it, won’t that be sweet?  Whaddaya think they’ll use?  Staffs?  Nunchaku?  Or just hand-to-hand?”
“Whatever it is, it’s gonna be fuckin’ beautiful,” Bucky says.  
He can’t take his eyes off of Barton.  In the recruitment posters and news clips he’s handsome, sure — tall and blond with an easy smile.  In person though, he’s not nearly as polished.  His hair is all mussed up like he just tumbled out of bed, his faded t-shirt has a hole near the collar, and he’s got about four days’ worth of stubble shadowing his jaw.  There are bright purple hearing aids looped behind each ear, a Wonder Woman bandaid across the bridge of his nose, and a scrape along his cheekbone.  Bucky thinks this scuffed up and scruffy version of Barton is about a million times more appealing than the airbrushed PanPac posterboy.
As Bucky watches, Barton reaches out to snag a piece of lemon meringue pie.  He puts his thumb right into it as he tries to fit it onto his already-full tray.
“Aw, pie, no,” Bucky hears him say mournfully over the background hum of conversation.  He balances the overfull tray on one forearm, bicep threatening to split the seams of that threadbare t-shirt, and sticks his thumb in his mouth, sucking off the smudge of lemon and meringue.
Bucky feels his heart stutter as he watches that thumb going into Barton’s lush mouth and coming back out, leaving both it and Barton’s lips pink and wet and shiny.  “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathes.
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drgrlfriend · 2 months
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Now Complete!: The Storm Shall Not Wake Thee
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That's right, folks, Chapter 21 and Chapter 22 are both posted today (I posted both together since Chapter 22 is a very short Epilogue), and that makes my Marvel Trumps Hate 2022 Winterhawk Selkie!Bucky Barnes fic COMPLETE!
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“You can still think and everything like that?” Clint had asked, and seal-James had made an offended-sounding arp and shoulder-checked Clint behind the knees, knocking him into the surf.
So seal-James is fully sentient, and also fucking hilarious.  In the water, he’s just as graceful and sleek and swift as person-James was, but on land … well.  On land, seal-James is an ungainly, ponderous blob, rolling around in the sand — head bobbing, bright eyes glimmering, and whiskers trembling.  In addition to the recurrent ‘arp,’ he snuffles and snorts, squeaks and growls, moving across the sand with a comical, galumphing, flopping motion.  When he gets excited, he honks in delight and smacks his flipper against his side repeatedly, sending shock waves rippling through his spherical body.  
“You’re so round! ” Clint can’t help exclaiming.  He worries for a moment afterwards that James might be offended, but James seems to consider it a compliment, preening and flopping over to show off his podgy belly, squirming his back in the sand gleefully when Clint scritches his fingers through the silvery pelt.
With a thunderous wet slap, he flops back over to present the mottled skin of his back for more scritches, wallowing happily in the cool sand until apparently it’s time to swim again.  He disappears into the ocean, and Clint lies on the beach, half-dozing and half just trying to wrap his mind around the fact that selkies actually fucking exist, and his boyfriend is one of them.
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drgrlfriend · 5 months
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The Storm Shall Not Wake Thee: Chapter 2
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Chapter 2 of my MTH2022 Selkie!Bucky Winterhawk fic is posted! Excerpt:
By the time he’s made it to the coordinates he’s amped up for a fight, and is almost disappointed to meet with minimal resistance on the way into the bank-building-turned-Hydra-stronghold.  He eliminates a few lackeys, tries to interrogate one scientist who offs himself with “Hail Hydra” and a cyanide tooth like they’re in a fucking James Bond novel, and then he’s got the place to himself.
He starts the computer databases downloading and heads off to explore a little.
There’s something in the basement, in a room with safety deposit boxes on every wall.  Some kind of abomination, half dentist’s chair and half torture device.  There’s a halo that comes down from the top and a chewed-up rubber bite guard discarded on the floor.  The whole thing smells like ozone and fear-sweat and blood, and Clint feels his stomach turn over uncomfortably.
He takes great pleasure in placing a charge directly in the command module for that thing, as well as one in whatever this iron maiden-looking tube is next door, frosty air billowing from it as he opens it and then slams it shut again with the charge inside.
The last room is almost empty — it looks like a medical exam room, maybe.  There’s a table with metal restraints but no files or anything, and Clint is about to leave when something catches his eye.
It’s a glass case with a fancy lock, and what the hell is the point of that?   Who locks something up that securely only to have it visible, almost like a trophy?
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drgrlfriend · 3 months
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Chapter 18: The Storm Shall Not Wake Thee
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Chapter Eighteen of my Marvel Trumps Hate 2022 Winterhawk Selkie!Bucky fic is posted! Excerpt:
Clint wakes first again.  James seems to be sleeping longer and deeper, and Clint hopes that’s a good sign for his continued recovery.  
And he can’t deny that he loves it, these quiet moments in the morning, where he can loop his hearing aids in but stay in bed, just enjoying the warm weight of James up against his side.
James snuffles a little at Clint’s shoulder, clinging even tighter for a moment as he starts to wake.
When James finally opens drowsy eyes, Clint presses a kiss to his temple.  “Mornin’,” he says.
“Arp,” James says.
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drgrlfriend · 3 months
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Chapter Twelve!
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Chapter Twelve of my Winterhawk Marvel Trumps Hate 2022 Selkie!Bucky fic is here! And it's (the start of) the part you've all been waiting for! ;-) Excerpt:
“Hi,” James says.  His voice is a little sleep-rough.  A shy smile quirks the corner of his mouth, just enough to show that dimple that has been driving Clint fucking crazy the last few days.  He tilts his head a little and his hair tumbles down, brushing Clint’s cheek.
Clint can’t help himself, he really can’t.  Before he even knows it his fingers are tracing through that fall of hair, tucking it back behind James’ ear.  It’s just as soft and silky as Clint expected it to be.
“Hi,” Clint says back a beat too late, his own voice sounding a little strangled.  He feels frozen, mesmerized by how James looks in the pastel morning light, eyes bright and expression soft and pleased. 
James probably doesn’t even realize what he’s doing to Clint.  There’s no way he could possibly feel the same way.  But something in his expression shifts and he tilts his head a little more, leaning down —
I don’t have to tell you what having that kind of complete control over someone does, do I?
“Uh.” 
Clint makes some kind of undignified wiggle, squirming his way out from under James until he tumbles off the couch. 
“Shit,” he says as he bangs his elbow hard on the coffee table.  He pulls himself up to find James staring at him, brow furrowed.
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drgrlfriend · 3 months
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Chapter 17: Curl At Thy Ease
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Chapter Seventeen of my Winterhawk Marvel Trumps Hate 2022 Selkie!Bucky fic is now posted (and by that, I mean I posted in the middle of the night and only got back to my computer now to make the tumblr post!). Excerpt:
They spend a fantastic half hour just kissing, or as James calls it, “necking.”  Clint lets James set the pace, and he’s glad of it when James pulls back and Clint realizes he’s trembling a little.
“You okay, Jamie?” he asks, and James nods, pulling Clint in close to just hug for awhile.  Clint thinks that might be the end of it, but long moments later James clears his throat and tries for some words.  
“It’s good.  But it’s just — almost too good sometimes.  A little overwhelming.  Like.”  He swallows thickly.  “Like wakin’ up from cryo.  When you’ve been dead and numb for so long that even a little warmth can feel painful.  I just want to make sure I can handle it.”
“Hey.”  Clint squeezes James tight.  “Whatever you need.  I never wanna cause you pain, even if it’s from too much good.”
James nods against Clint’s chest.  “I know.  And thanks.”  They are quiet for a few moments, just enjoying the closeness.
“Can I touch your hair?” Clint asks.  
“Yeah.  Please.”  
Clint traces his fingers through James’ hair and James sighs, pushing into the touch a little, going lax against Clint’s chest.
“You’re like sunshine,” James finally says, his voice sounding a little drowsy.  “Comin’ out from the cold and dark and into that warmth, I just gotta make sure I don’t get burned.”
Clint smiles.  Nat used to tell him he grew on her like a fungus.  He likes the sunshine analogy better.
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drgrlfriend · 3 months
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Chapter Thirteen!
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Chapter Thirteen of my Winterhawk Marvel Trumps Hate 2022 Selkie!Bucky fic is now posted! This is an exciting one, folks!
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“You said — you said my pelt,” James says, and he’s sounding a little less dazed.  Clint presses his shoulder to James’, trying to communicate his support.
“It was in the Hydra base.  In a glass case. Clint took it.”  Steve has that steely look in his eyes again but Clint can hardly clock it, too focused on the pieces coming together.
“That piece of fur,” Clint murmurs, mostly to himself.  “I totally forgot about it.  It’s — it’s in my pack.  It’s been in my pack this whole time.”  He suddenly remembers how he had dropped it carelessly to the ground, prepared to let it burn with the Hydra base, and feels a little sick.  “That’s — part of James?  Important to him?  I almost —”  He swallows, his throat clicking dryly.  “I almost let it burn.”
“It —” Steve hesitates, looking from James to Clint.  “It controls him.”
Clint thought he was feeling sick already but that’s nothing compared to the impact of those words.  His head fills with static for a moment and then a wave of bile rushes up, hitting the back of his throat before he can swallow it down.  He jerks away from James’ side, stumbling on unsteady legs.  Shit, he’s dropped his bow — his hands have gone numb.
“Controls?” he repeats numbly.  His face is really hot but his skin feels clammy.  He’s going to be sick, or pass out, or punch something, or fucking start crying or something, he doesn’t even know.  
“Bullshit,” James is saying.  “Steve, that’s bullshit —” 
But Clint can’t stand it a moment longer.  He runs.
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drgrlfriend · 4 months
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Chapter Eleven!
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Chapter Eleven of my Marvel Trumps Hate 2022 Winterhawk Selkie!Bucky Barnes fic is now posted. We're halfway there!
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They are just finishing up the last of the dishes when the wind picks up.  Rain hits the window in sheets, and the lights flicker and then go out.
“Fuck,” Clint says.  He clatters the plate he’s holding onto the counter.  “James?”
“Yeah,” James says.  He’s closer than Clint expected, pulling the dishtowel from Clint’s hands.  
Clint fumbles his phone out of his pocket and turns the flashlight on, but James is already making for the drawer with the candles and matches.
James leans into the drawer, sniffs, and makes a face.  “They’re all scented,” he says.  “This place is gonna smell like a whorehouse in the summer.”
That startles a laugh out of Clint.  He moves closer, running the flashlight over the glass holders.  “Well, we can pick a theme,” he suggests.  “Ocean Breeze, or … Autumn Harvest?  God knows we don’t want this place smellin’ like salty pumpkins.”
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