#devilhawk

Okay okay so

As a physically disabled person, I’m curious to know other disabled people’s ideas on this ship

I don’t think it was created out of ableism or a “hey look they are both disabled let’s make them kiss” kinda way but I’m curious if others agree or not

Like I don’t think shipping them is inherently bad or ableist and I’m pretty sure they’ve had a few comics together

Stu / Billy - Scream 1996

Bucky / Steve - Marvel

Clint / Bucky - Marvel

Clint / Matt - Marvel

Abe / Henry - Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter and The Last American Vampire (books)

Wesley / Fisk - Dare Devil

Open to fic requests! These are my OTPs. It’s been a minute since I wrote them, but I’m at the airport for a bit. My inbox is open; in the meantime, I’m going to work on chapter 18, Red Lines and Bruises.

If you make a request they will probably be ficlets or drabbles. Feel free to put in the rating you would like me to stay around, however if it’s Fisk / Wesley or Stu / Billy there will probably be blood of some kind (Depending on the prompt of course)

(soft) dumpster boyfriends.

Late for the party, but Happy Birthday @alistrawrites! Thank you for being such a supportive and thoughtful friend <3

“We’re here,” Clint said and killed the engine. Matt sat beside him and was unusually quiet while Clint drove. They usually talked but Matt became quiet when it started to snow. 

“You okay?” Clint asked and Matt could hear the rustling of his clothes. He knew he looked at him right now. 

“Yeah,” Matt lied and then - imagining Clint’s raised eyebrow - he took a deep breath. “No,” he admitted. 

“What’s wrong?” Clint asked gently and Matt could hear the worry in his voice. 

“It’s… the snow, the ice,” Matt said quietly. “Somehow it… I don’t know how to describe it… it dulls my senses.” 

Clint was quiet for a long moment but then Matt heard him open the driver’s door. Fuck, he thought. But just when he wanted to open the passenger’s door, Clint was there to open it. It was really cold outside Matt realized. 

Usually he could sense his surroundings, almost as if he could see, but the snow was really thick here and it was icy and right now he really felt helpless. He just searched for his cane when he felt Clint’s hand on his shoulder. 

“Give me your hand,” he said softly and Matt looked up. He couldn’t see Clint, but he could feel his hand. He had removed his gloves and his hands were cold. “Careful, it’s very slippery.” 

Matt held both of Clint’s hands when he rose and yes, he was right. It was really slippery. Snow fell on them, he could feel the cold wetness on his gloveless hands and his face. 

“My cane,” he said and wanted to open the device but Clint just squeezed his hand a bit. 

“Follow me,” he said and tugged gently. “Three steps straight on, okay?” 

Matt couldn’t hold back the smile but he followed Clint’s orders and made three steps. 

“Difficult to walk straight,” he murmured and when he heard Clint’s confused ‘Huh?’ he added, “I mean, as queer as I am.” 

Clint huffed a laugh. 

“You did good, though,” he said then. “Okay, we’re in front of six stairs. They are broad, so one step up, one step ahead.” 

Again he tugged gently and Matt followed him. It was awful how dependent on his senses he was and now that the damn snow dulled them…

“Doing good,” Clint interrupted his train of thoughts. “We’re almost there.” 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea anymore,” Matt huffed frustrated. “It’s…” 

“Don’t worry, honey,” Clint said. “It will be fun, believe me. And the Avengers don’t expect us back for a whole week.” 

“But I can’t do anything when it continues to snow like that,” he said.

“Really?” Clint asked, the sarcasm almost palpable. “Because I have quite a few ideas on how to spend this week. We’re at the door. Wait a sec, I’ll unlock it.” 

Matt heard the keys, he heard the door and then felt the warmth from inside of the cabin Tony had offered them for their holiday. 

“Welcome, sirs,” a familiar voice greeted them. 

“Hello, FRIDAY,” Clint said. “Nice to have you here, too.” 

“Hello, FRIDAY,” Matt said, too. 

Clint led him to a couch and they both flopped down. 

“I’ll get our stuff later,” he said and wrapped his arm around Matt’s shoulders. “And then I’ll show you the house. But for now…” he leaned in and kissed him and Matt moaned a bit. “Believe me,” Clint whispered. “This is going to be fun.” 

He could literally hear his grin right now. And maybe he was right. A whole week only the two of them far away from civilization?

Surprising nobody that knows them, Clint and Matt meet in a dumpster. 

When Matt finds out Clint is mostly deaf, he sends him a music appreciation CD boxed set. Tony has a lot of things to say about people who still buy CDs, but Clint just sends Matt one of those giant illustrated books of renaissance art. 

It becomes something of a competition after that. Clint gets a meditation soundscape cassette tape that he’s not entirely sure where Matt managed purchase, and Matt gets a paint by numbers kit of a happy looking cow wearing a flower garland. Clint gets a white noise maker, and Matt gets an Avengers novelty night light. Matt doesn’t tell Clint how much Foggy loves the night light, and Clint doesn’t tell Matt how calm Lucky is after he starts using the white noise maker. 

They step it up when Matt buys a pair of tickets to the symphony and drags Clint along. Clint gets a Groupon for paint night, and Matt ends up sticking the paintbrush in his wine glass by accident.

So does Clint. 

Clint takes Matt to the new photography exhibition at MoMA and the two of them get burgers after and laugh hysterically over the reactions of the other patrons when they noticed the blind guy “looking” at the artwork. 

Matt takes Clint to a poetry slam. “I don’t get this,” Clint whispers to Matt halfway through. “Neither do I,” Matt responds. They end up leaving at intermission to get ice cream sandwiches from the food truck on the corner. 

A few months later, a rumor gets out that Hawkeye is dating a blind lawyer from Hell’s Kitchen. Clint frames the article in a garish purple frame and gifts it to Matt. The next time he comes over, it’s mounted on the wall in the living room. It clashes horribly with the rest of the decor. 

The next month Matt sends Clint a podcast about infidelity among the Avengers that includes a bit about Hawkeye cheating on his lawyer boyfriend with the vigilante called Daredevil. Clint saves it to his phone before sending it to Nat. Apparently she’s cheating on Steve with Bruce, Clint, and Bucky. 

The first time Clint tells Matt he loves him, he does it in a “get well” card he picks up after Matt has an altercation with a bunch of street thugs that ends particularly poorly. “You know they make cards in braille,” Matt tells him, running his hands over the flat paper. “Where’s the fun in that?” Clint asks.

The first time Matt tells Clint he loves him, he whispers it in his ear over breakfast before Clint’s put his hearing aids in for the day. “Hand over the coffee,” Clint tells him, reaching a sleepy hand towards the coffee pot. 

They’ve having dinner at their favorite pizza joint when Matt notices a spike in Clint’s heart rate. When Clint kneels on the floor, pulling a small box out of his pocket with sweaty hands, Matt’s does too. 

“Did you lose something?” Matt asks, sliding off his chair to pat the floor under the table. “I don’t see anything.” 

Clint snorts, reaching over to hold Matt’s hand in his. “No, but I think I found something.” He puts the now-open ring box in Matt’s hand and scoots closer. “Will you marry me, Matt Murdock?” 

Matt touches the ring with a shaking finger. “Of course I will, Clint Barton.” 

When Clint slips the ring on his finger, Matt holds his hand up to his face. “It’s beautiful.” 

and she called it