#winterironhawk

Tony: [runs into the room] What’s wrong, Buckster?!

Clint: Wait, why are you asking him when I’m screaming too?

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This is full of plotholes and nonsense, but have some random Winterironhawk mission fic:

Sometimes Clint really hates his job.

“Remind me again why I’m on this rooftop freezing my balls off while you seduce the billionaire,” Clint mutters, looking down the sight into the window of the ballroom.

“Because you see better from a distance,” Bucky’s voice says in his ear. 

“Don’t you like the view?” asks Tony.

Clint drops the scope down a little bit, just far enough to get a good long look at Bucky’s assets - and, as he spins round on the dance floor, Tony’s assets as well. Tony puts an extra swing in his step that Clint knows is on purpose.

“The view’s great, but I’m not sure it’s worth the cost,” Clint tells him. “I’m pretty sure I’m getting frostbite on parts of my body I have it on reasonable authority that you’re both pretty fond of.”

“We’ll still love you if your balls fall off,” Bucky says and Clint can hear Tony stifling a laugh in an attempt to appear sensible and high society on the dancefloor.

“I was talking about my fingers, asshole,” Clint says.

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“Why aren’t you wearing gloves?” Bucky asks.

“Have you tried shooting arrows with gloves on?”

“Well that’s stupid,” Tony says. “What are you supposed to do if it’s snowing? Wear mittens? As adorable as that would be - and I am buying you both mittens - I for one am very fond of both your balls and your fingers. I’m sure it can’t be too difficult to make you some thermal gloves that are thin and flexible enough to allow you near full sensitivity and range of motion. And in the meantime… I can come up with a few ideas to warm them back up.”

“It’s April,” Bucky says. “You’re fine. The temperature hasn’t dropped below eight degrees all night.”

“That’s not including the wind chill factor,” Clint mutters, but he swings his scope back to the upstairs windows, exactly where the object of their mission is. The blueprints for AIM’s new weapon. Bucky and Tony should be able to sneak away to get to the computer in the next few minutes. Clint is their backup plan.

A movement catches his eye. Two people, a man and a woman, pushing into the room, wrapped in what seems to be a passionate embrace. Clint raises an eyebrow.

“What are the odds that some happy-go-lucky couple just happened to pick the room with the hard drive in to go and have some fun?” he asks casually.

“Given they’d have to go up two flights of stairs and get through two locked doors, I’m going with unlikely,” Bucky comments.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Clint says. “I hate to move straight to the big finale, but we might have to skip the foreplay, gentlemen.” He watches the couple as they separate and the woman stabs her companion in the neck with a syringe. “But it looks like we have a gatecrasher at this party and her date is sleeping like a baby.”

“We’re on our way,” Bucky says, the background noise on the comms has lessened.

“One day maybe we should have a date that doesn’t involve theft and murder,” Tony says, though he doesn’t sound too annoyed. “I’m not complaining, who doesn’t like a bit of excitement, but it would be a refreshing change of pace.”

“I’m not dressing up in one of those monkey suits,” Clint says, tracking the woman through his sight. He can’t shoot her without breaking the window and breaking the window would set off the alarms, which they really don’t want to happen before Bucky and Tony have got what they came for.

“And you asked why you were the one sitting on the roof,” Bucky says. “This is why we can’t have nice things, Clint.”

“No, we can’t have nice things because the world is full of supervillains hell bent on destroying us and taking over the world,” Tony corrects. “Clint’s aversion to formal wear is why I don’t get to live out my fantasy of being double-teamed by James Bond.”

“Aw… now I want to wear a monkey suit,” Clint says. “Looks like she’s into the computer, guys. She’s good.”

“We’re better,” Tony says.

“Arrogance will get you killed,” Bucky tells them both.

“It’s nice to know you care, honeypie,” Tony tells him and Clint hears the sound of a kiss. His shoulders sag a bit. He’s missing out on kissing. They are so going to have to make this up to him.

“Are you close? Because I think she is,” Clint tells them.

“That’s what she said,” Tony says, but his voice has lowered to a whisper.

“We’re close,” Bucky says. “And I have an idea. Tony, get in here.”

There are the sounds of muffled protests and Clint frowns, trying to work out what the hell is going on.

“Did you honestly just shut me in a cupboard?” Tony asks, sounding offended.

“Wait for the cue, then come out and go and complete the mission,” Bucky says. “I’m going to take care of our cuckoo.”

“What’s the cue?” Tony asks.

“Magnolia.”

Clint watches the woman through the window as she pulls the drive from the computer and stands up, slipping it into her cleavage, which is kind of cliche.

“It’s down her top,” Clint says.

“Got it,” Bucky says.

“You’d better not be about to grope catwoman,” Tony says. Bucky doesn’t reply - well, not to Tony.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Bucky says. “This area is off limits to the public.” Clint can’t make out what the woman says in response. “Sorry, ma’am, but I’m going to have to ask you to come with me. Security reasons, you understand. There are some very sensitive and expensive items in this area.” There’s another pause, presumably while the nice lady tries to charm Bucky into letting her go, Clint almost laughs. “Be that as it may, ma’am, I’m afraid I have a job to do, and I’ve got very specific orders. If you can come with me, into the Magnolia room, we’ll see about sorting this misunderstanding out.”

“About time,” Tony mutters. “Next time you want to shove me in a closet Barnes, make sure it doesn’t smell like damp cloth - I’m never going to get the smell out of this jacket.”

Clint sees the door to the room open again and Tony walk in, heading for the computer.

“OK, so time to get the plans, wipe the hard drive and leave a nice little surprise for whoever looks at them next,” Tony says, before starting to mutter to himself about the computer security.

Meanwhile, he can still hear Bucky going through the role of tired and dedicated, but not too bright security guard. He’s asking the basic questions, glossing over things that don’t make sense and being very apologetic about it all.

“Of course, ma’am, I just have a few more-” Bucky’s voice chokes off and Clint starts. He swings his sight round to try to find him, but the curtains of the next room over are drawn, because of course they are. He can make out a shadow, but he can’t tell whether they’re facing towards him or away from him. All he can tell is that the lady thief is definitely trying to choke Bucky out. If he shoots, he’ll hit both of them.

“You fucker,” Clint mutters at him. He swings back and sees that Tony has frozen.

“What’s happening?” Tony asks.

“Bucky’s having a little trouble,” Clint says. “Keep going. I’ve got it. Bucky, I need you to make sure that she’s between you and the window, okay?”

There is a grunt from the other end of the comms.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes,” Clint tells him. “Next time you decide to play hapless security guard, make sure the curtains are open, okay?”

“The curtains are closed?” Tony asks. “You can’t see them? Even you can’t shoot blind!”

“I never miss,” Clint says. “I’ve got this. You do your thing, I’ll do mine. And be ready, as soon as I break that window, all hell’s going to break loose.”

“Fuck, she stabbed me with something,” Bucky says.

“Probably the same thing she used on the guy in here,” Tony says. “I should check whether he’s alive.”

“No,” Clint says. “Keep going.” Tony turns to glare right at him out the window. “Trust us, Tony, it’s going to be fine.” Clint hopes he’s telling the truth. He reaches up to tap his ear, switching onto the private comms. “Bucky, private line. How’s it going?”

“Paralytic,” Bucky says, his voice tight.

“Fuck… okay. Well, plan b it is.”

“Thnk wr on pln ee nw,” Bucky says, the paralytic clearly taking effect.

“The guy in here with me,” Tony says. “I don’t think he’s breathing. Clint. He’s not breathing. Bucky, say something.”

“Tony. I’ve got a plan,” Clint says.

And then he does the really stupid thing.

In general, people don’t expect to be attacked by a six foot three man ziplining through a window with a bow. And the element of surprise is surprisingly effective.

By some fluke of fate, he even manages to time it so he kicks the woman right in the face, with both feet. Ha! He’s totally going to claim that was on purpose.

“Get the fuck away from my boyfriend,” he says and she blinks at him, clearly woozy from his boots hitting her head. She actually has a footprint on her face. The alarms kick in then and she looks between him and Bucky lying on the floor, rigid, but his eyes bright with anger, and she shrugs, turning to run out the door.

“Well, so much for subtle,” he says, heading over to Bucky. “You okay? Right. You can’t talk. Or walk… and you weigh like 240. Huh…”

“Wrng ff,” Bucky says through a jaw that doesn’t move. Clint looks down and sees his index finger twitch. “Ll be light ‘n foo uhnuts”

“You’ll be alright in a few minutes?” Clint translates. “Too bad we’ve only got a few seconds before the real security guys get in here, and she got away with the files.

“No, she didn’t,” Tony says, stepping through the doors, adjusting his cuffs, and Clint sees the hint of one of his Iron Man gauntlets disappearing back up his sleeve. He looks down at Bucky and the fear is evident on his face.

“‘M f’n,” Bucky says.

“You don’t look fine, Buttercup,” Tony says. He turns as they hear the sounds of thudding footsteps in the corridor. “So how do we play this?”

Clint grins.

“Well, there’s not much point trying to be subtle now,” he points out. Tony looks at him and grins.

“You make a good point.”

Clint will never get tired of the way the nanotechnology suit glides over Tony’s body. It’s like… the opposite of a striptease, but it’s just as damn sexy. 

The door bursts open and five security guards find themselves face to face with Iron Man.

Requested by @justsomeoneunordinary for a Winterironhawk AU!

Also on ao3 here

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Bucky checks his phone as he staggers down the hallway, Clint’s arm wrapped around his waist. Performing always takes a lot out of him and tonight’s show in New York was particularly hard since he and Steve are homeboys and Clint always likes to play that up.

“You doing okay?” Clint asks and then nearly walks right into a trashcan.

Bucky rolls his eyes. For all of Clint’s grace on the stage, he’s far more clumsy off of it. “Maybe I should be asking you that.”

“Hey, that trashcan jumped right out in front of me,” Clint snarks.

“Oh sure and I’ll bet a big green monster even pushed it, right?”

“Boys, boys, settle down,” Nat says idly, twirling her drumsticks like she’s going to hit one of them with it. Bucky wouldn’t put it past her; she’s done so before.

Clint maturely sticks his tongue out at her, eliciting a sigh from Steve, walking a few steps behind them, and a laugh from Sam. Nat just whacks Clint over the head with one of the drumsticks.

Bucky rolls his eyes again and goes back to his phone. Children, he works with children. He’s got one notification, a text from Tony. He grins, unable to resist smiling at the notification. Tony always sends them something during the show. He calls it his good luck selfie. Bucky calls it incentive to hurry back to the hotel room. He opens the text, expecting to see Tony in whatever god-awful city-themed lingerie he’s picked up for this leg of the tour, and instead sees a brief reminder that he and Clint have that interview with Everhart before they’re done for the night.

“Did Tony text us?” Clint asks, hooking his chin over Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky tilts his phone so he can read the message and Clint frowns. “That’s not his usual message.”

“More of those lingerie photos?” Sam asks. Bucky scowls at him. It’s bad enough that Sam accidentally saw one of Tony’s pictures but now he teases them about it after every show like Tony isn’t still the hottest thing they ever saw even when he’s wearing Big Ben panties.

“No,” Clint pouts. “Just some dumb message about that interview we’ve got.”

Sam catches up to them and glances over the message. “Hmm maybe he’s finally wised up and dumped your sorry asses so he can go out with me instead.”

Bucky growls, thrusts his phone into Clint’s chest, and takes off after a cackling Sam all the way down the hall to the room the venue set aside for the interview where he finally catches up to him. He’s giving Sam a noogie when the rest of the band joins them.

“Buck, let Sam go,” Steve orders. The bassist shouldn’t be allowed to give him directions, he laments in his mind but everyone knows that you don’t disobey a Steve order so he drops his arms, holding his hands up in surrender. Sam scrambles away from him to duck behind Nat, who takes one step to the side so she’s no longer hiding him.

“So we’ll see you back at the green room?” Nat asks him and Clint.

“Sure you don’t want to do this interview with us?” Clint asks.

She laughs. “Not on your life.” Fair enough. Everhart always gives them hardball questions so most of the band doesn’t do interviews with her if she doesn’t specifically ask for them and this time she’d only asked for him and Clint.

He passes his guitar off to Steve and then shoulders through the door, Clint right on his heels. Everhart is waiting for them just inside, looking as perfectly polished as ever for someone who just came from a rock concert.

“Ma’am,” he says politely because his ma raised a nice boy and also because it irritates the hell out of Everhart to be referred to like an old lady.

Sure enough she purses her lips and he bites back a grin. He sits down in the seat she waves him into, Clint sitting beside him so he can throw his legs over Bucky’s lap, and asks, “So what did you want to ask us?”

As they expected, Everhart starts them out with small questions and twenty minutes later, they’ve covered just about everything under the sun, from their upcoming album to this tour to their fanbase on Twitter and Bucky’s starting to think that maybe they’re going to get out of this easily when she asks, “So rumors are building again that your relationship is in trouble. What do you have to say to those allegations?”

Bucky scowls and Clint tenses beside him. The problem is, after an entire childhood spent in the spotlight, Tony denounced his claim to his father’s empire, disappeared into the shadows, and declared to his friends that he never wanted to be famous again. Bucky and Clint had never had a problem with it but that had been before the band took off. Afterwards, things had gotten a little more tricky. They still didn’t really have a problem with it and they certainly weren’t going to push Tony to do something he didn’t want to do but it was difficult having to pretend to the world that Bucky and Clint were the couple and Tony was just a friend who tagged along on tour sometimes but otherwise spent most of his time at a Montessori school in Manhattan teaching small children how to read.

They don’t want to push—they don’t—but the distance means that it’s hard sometimes to keep their hands off their other boyfriend in public.

And sometimes they forget that they’re not nobodies anymore and somebody takes a picture of Bucky’s hand lingering on the small of Tony’s back and posts it to Twitter because heaven forbid celebrities have any sort of private life.

“They’re just rumors,” Clint says easily. “We’re touchy feely kind of people.”

“Maybe you’re touchy feely,” Bucky says with a laugh that he doesn’t feel. “I’ve been told I exude fuck off vibes.”

Everhart smiles thinly. “So that’s all it is. Just three friends having a good time?”

“Ma’am, you’ve seen the way Clint and I interact on stage. You really think we could hide another relationship for so long?” Bucky deadpans, challenging her to say something.

She frowns again but doesn’t dispute his claim. Instead she packs up and says, “As always, a pleasure getting to interview you.” As she’s leaving, she pauses in the door to tell them, “You’re not nearly as slick as you think you are. One of you is going to mess up and then your whole faked-for-the-cameras relationship will be over.”

Bucky snarls and lunges at the door, stopped only by Clint grabbing onto him. He hates it when people insinuate that somehow, because he and Clint are happy, they’re faking their relationship for publicity. He and Clint spent enough of their childhoods unhappy because of Bucky’s dad and Clint’s brother; why would they want to spent their adulthood just as miserable?

“It doesn’t matter,” Clint soothes though he has to be irritated as Bucky is. “Come on, we’re going to go back to the rest of the band. We’re going to get drunk on whatever shitty vodka Nat’s brought this time and then we’re going to go back to the hotel and fuck Tony through the mattress.”

It startles a laugh out of Bucky but he’s still not in a great mood by the time they reach the green room. “I just don’t see why she has to say things like that,” he complains as he pushes open the door. “It’s—”

He stops as his gaze falls on the person draped over Nat’s lap. Clint runs into him with an “Oof” and a “Bucky, what the fuck?”

“Tony, doll?” Bucky asks.

Clint exclaims, “Tony?”

Tony launches himself out of Nat’s chair and at Bucky, who immediately catches him up in a kiss. “Hey, my turn, my turn,” Clint protests, pawing at the two of them. “I haven’t seen Tony in six hours either.”

He thinks he hears Nat say, “Disgustingly cute,” but he’s too busy watching Clint and Tony kiss to really care.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, pressing another kiss to Tony’s earlobe. Tony doesn’t usually come to their shows. He tried once not long after their first album came out but he’d been kidnapped one (or twenty) too many times at a big event to really feel comfortable. He had left less than half an hour in and when Bucky and Clint had come back to the hotel that night, they’d found Tony in one of the worst anxiety attacks they’d ever seen him in. They never asked him to come to another show.

“Wanted to support you two since I know how much you hate Everhart,” Tony replies.

“He got here only a few minutes before the show ended,” Steve says. “Sharon drove him.”

Bucky gives a quick nod to Steve’s girlfriend, silently thanking her. “You didn’t have to do that, doll,” he murmurs.

“Hmm missed you too much,” Tony replies. “This tour is too long.”

“Alright, come on, we’re blocking the door,” Clint tells the two of them, walking them backward to one of the couches. He trips over his own feet and practically falls onto the couch, catching Tony before he can fall too. Bucky lands next to them, curling up into Clint’s side.

He catches Nat taking a picture of the three of them and frowns at her. She should know better than to post it. A moment later, his phone chimes with a text from her. Don’t worry, I’m not that stupid, her text reads and he flashes her an apologetic grin. Maybe he’s just little on edge from Everhart.

It chimes again, this time with the picture she’d taken of them. He smiles down at it and makes it his phone’s home screen. It’s a cute picture of them and no one can get into his phone anyway so he’s not worried about someone seeing that.

“You should be paying attention to me,” Tony pouts. “What are you doing?”

He leans over and shows him the picture, brushing a kiss over Tony’s cheek as he does. Tony takes the phone and stares at it before saying, “We’re cute in that. Send it to me.”

But the conditions of the sharpshooters' bets means they start losing all the rest of their clothes as well - until it comes down to Tony to raise the stakes and declare a winner.

Word Count: 3.2K AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28204809

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“Sir, we have a situation on the range.”

The words took a moment to penetrate Tony’s brain, but he paused his attempt to rewire the Iron Man gauntlet. “What?”

JARVIS displayed the camera feeds of the shooting range. Bucky and Clint were there, which was no surprise. It seemed like half of their date nights included their weapons and shooting stuff in increasingly crazier ways. But JARVIS knew that, so Tony looked closer. 

Bucky had Clint’s bow and arrows, while Clint had Bucky’s guns. 

Tony rolled his eyes at the drama. “What? You’re worried that Winter Archer and Hawkgun won’t roll off the tongue as well?”

“They aren’t wearing proper foot gear.”

“Really? Of all things you’ve seen -” Tony couldn’t have rolled his eyes any harder. He flipped on the audio and the microphone. “Hey boys! Sorry to interrupt, but you’re giving JARVIS an apoplexy over the lack of shoes.”

“Better tell him to look away then, because Buckster just lost his pants!” Clint cackled, doing a little jig.

Soo I am much starting this new blog because I am bored and as I like to Write I thought why not listen to prompts of people??

So I am here!

I please ask you to give me prompts!

I write most any ship with tony but Rhodey+tony

I don't write for Stucky, I am sorry :(

The ships I Love most is anyone with Tony and I don't care if you like a couple or more than one so let's be clear

•Any Tony ship but Rodhey+Tony(I don't write them romanticly but friendship we are here)

•3way, 4way, 5way.. you can give me all!

•I don't write stucky,Steve+Nat, Thorki, Starker

•My first language is not English so I apologize for anything wrong

•The first ones won't be so long but I swear that I will answer you as fast as I can so you can always ask more!

•I don't write smut because as I said, English is not my first language so I am not good at this yet, sorry again.

•If you don't know if I write what you want you can always ask you won't offend me :)

•I love some Domestic Avengers and they all being in love so you can always hit me with this.

•I write almost any genre, some I am not good at because of English, but it's most Smut.

So pleaaasseeee, give me prompts

Rudearrow’s WTF Creator Post (Auction #1001, #1002)

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Likes:  fantasy au, sci-fi au, plotfic/casefic, found family, Redemption Arc With Hard Work, Demonstrating Contrition, and Learning to Love Yourself(tm), wingfic, lesser known pairings and characters, crossovers, whacky ideas taken seriously, whacky ideas taken whackily, bdsm

Do Not Wants: no non-con, torture, incest, or underage. no harder kinks, ie: scat, waterworks, gore, etc.

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Auction #1

Type of fanwork: fanfiction

Fandom: Marvel, DC, Stranger Things, Game of Thrones, Supernatural, Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed, (honestly, just email me if you like my writing... if I know your canon, I'm probably down)

Pairing(s): I'm a multi-shipper who loves underdog/rarepairs, existing WIPs are for Winterhawk, Winteriron, Winterironhawk, Robb/Theon, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Dean Winchester. Platonic/grey-ace pairings welcome!

Character(s): there isn't a character from any of the canons listed that I won't write

Rating: General, Teen, Mature

Marvel WIPs:

Crimson & Clover: Urban Fantasy AU; 616 Clint & Bucky, endgame Winterhawk. Clint Barton has finally done the Right Thing(tm) and left his life of petty crime with Cirque du Nuit behind him. He’s got a GED, a bow, and coffee- and not much else. In the process of rebuilding his life, he runs into a not-so-tall, dark, and handsome stranger. Literally. He thinks a spilled latte and a bump on the head will be the end of his encounter, but with each successive run-in, he realizes that maybe luck just isn’t on his side and outrunning his past might not be in the cards after all. Current WC: 15k.

Half-splitting the Problem: Winteriron canon reversal! Feared dead after an attack on his convoy in Afghanistan nearly three months ago, the CEO of Barnes Industries has once again defied expectations. Having survived the attack and his subsequent captivity by the terrorist organization, The Ten Rings, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes has returned to American soil and turned his company upside down. Tony Stark, a young man from humble means with few options, has been working his internship with SI R&D for nearly a year now. He’s noticed activities that can only be described as ‘iffy’ at best, but with a boatload of student debt and a work history peppered with reprimands and missed deadlines he’s decided to keep his head down for the almighty dollar and hope for the best... Until he stumbles across Obadiah Stane’s personal project. Current WC: 1.5k

Seraphic (Hallowed Incorporeal Entities) Liaison Division, AKA: S.H.I.E.L.D.: Winterironhawk wingfic! Bucky Barnes has been assigned a new Seraph partner and he’s not happy about it. Tony Stark is that  Seraph and while he’s not thrilled either, it really is a lot of fun to push Barnes’s buttons. Clinton Francis Barton, unbeknownst to him, is their first assigned charge. And honestly? He could use all the help S.H.I.E.L.D. can spare. Current WC: 3k

Misadventures in Solitude: Clint Barton-centric, fwb Winterhawk, open to endgame romantic Winterhawk, alternative Clint pairing (except Nat. Sorry, for me they are always platonic soul mates), and/or poly. Just a day in the life of Clint Barton, coffee-riddled, exhausted corporate cog. He did all the “right” things- went to school, got a decent white-collar job, moved to the big city- so why is he so unhappy? And lost. Except, shit... he’s actually lost. Where the futz is he? Current WC: 1.5k

Part I:  The Space Between Us: 616 Winterhawk; Space! Kidnapped Clint! BDSM. This is technically part one to the fic I finished a few months ago on my linked Ao3, Show Me the Miles. Bucky has been chosen for the “away team”, as Stark likes to call it. While Bucky is bored almost to tears watching Stark and Rogers schmooze with extraterrestrial royalty, Clint is snatched while on a milk run mission back on Earth. Bucky, suffice it to say, doesn’t exactly take the news well. Current WC: 5.5k

Marvel HC:

Fairytale Winteriron AU: Bucky/Tony Bucky is a sprite with moth wings. Tony is a sprite with butterfly wings. Their peoples have centuries of animosity and sharp words for each other. Then ‘the fire(fly) nation attacked’ and [choose which one here] is injured, only to be saved by the other! Begrudging friendship and appreciation turn into more. Endgame is sprites in love. \o/ 

Completion WC Estimates:

Crimson & Clover, Estimated 40k+ upon completion. 

Half-splitting the Problem, Estimated 15-20k upon completion. 

Seraphic (Hallowed Incorporeal Entities) Liaison Division, AKA: S.H.I.E.L.D., Estimated 20k+ upon completion. 

Misadventures in Solitude, Estimated 10k+ upon completion.

Part I: The Space Between Us, Estimated 15-20k upon completion.

Fairytale Winteriron AU HC, Estimated 15-20k upon completion.

GOT WIP:

Manual for Spaceship Westeros: Robb/Theon; Space Colony Au! There is tension between the loose planetary alliance that calls itself Westeros. Robb Stark, as the only full-blood Stark son of age, is sent to negotiate a stronger alliance with Iron Born, a terrifying clan who has made a small water planet habitable through the genetic modification of its ancestors, sweat, and blood. Robb arrives to seek an audience with The Greyjoy and make his offer- the hand of his sister Sansa. But The Greyjoy deems this insufficient and Robb quickly finds himself on the offering plate. Current WC 2k.

Completion WC Estimate: 20-25k

Stranger Things & Supernatural: 

Billy Dean Was My Lover (working tongue in cheek title): main pairing Steve/Billy (possibly Steve/Billy/Dean?); Billy/Dean; crossover plot-ish fic! When his dad called and ordered Dean to pack up Sam then head for the Midwest, he didn’t ask questions. Apparently, strange things were happening in small town Indiana; which was usually a Winchester’s bread and butter. Yet even Dean and Sam aren’t quite prepared for the kind of strange Hawkins has, especially with John failing to meet them at the town’s motel. But there was something even more surprising than the super-powered teenage girl and a whole new world of monsters... 

Hearing the name of Dean’s tape-swap penpal out of some preppy, polo-wearing guy’s mouth. Current WC 1k.

WILDCARD, AKA: ANY HC/PROMPT FOR THE ABOVE PAIRINGS AND FANDOMS LISTED.

If you like my writing but aren’t into the WIPs here, I will write a fic that is a minimum of 10k for any character, ship, platonic pair, for any of the fandoms listed above. I’m also happy to write for material/canon I know but that isn’t listed above. If I know it well enough, I’ll write it for you! (Exception being RPS.) Just message me if you’re curious and I’ll confirm that I’m familiar with the source material. :)

Starting Bid: $10

Creator Notes:

Like my fellow mod, Mei, I am willing to work my winner's likes into my stories and am open to brainstorming sessions!

Feel free to email me to learn more about any of the WIPs stories and if you like, I will give you my Discord handle. I am willing to work with my winner's pairings as long as they don't fall into my DNWs. For Marvel the only two pairings (of the ones I am most familiar) that I just cannot see romantically/sexually are Clint/Natasha and Bucky/Steve.

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Auction #2

Type of fanwork: fanfiction

Fandom: Marvel, DC, Stranger Things, Game of Thrones, Supernatural, Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed, (honestly, just email me if you like my writing... if I know your canon, I'm probably down)

Pairing(s): I'm a multi-shipper who loves underdog/rarepairs, existing WIPs are for Winterhawk, Winteriron, Winterironhawk, Robb/Theon, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Dean Winchester. Platonic/grey-ace pairings welcome!

Character(s): there isn't a character from any of the canons listed that I won't write

Rating: General, Teen, Mature

WIPs/Prompt:

Literally the same as Auction #1!

Staring Bid: $10

Creator Notes:

Like my fellow mod, Mei, I am willing to work my winner's likes into my stories and am open to brainstorming sessions!

Feel free to email me to learn more about any of the WIPs stories and if you like, I will give you my Discord handle. I am willing to work with my winner's pairings as long as they don't fall into my DNWs. For Marvel the only two pairings (of the ones I am most familiar) that I just cannot see romantically/sexually are Clint/Natasha and Bucky/Steve.

**In the unlikely event that both winning bidders want the same fic and you don’t want any of the other WIPs listed, I will offer up a fic of equal or greater length for whatever HC you desire. Within, of course, the same DNW parameters listed above. This includes the Wild Card option!**

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Written for @marvelpolyshipbingo​

Rating: Gen

Warnings/Triggers: None

Pairings: Tony Stark/Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes

Summary: Tony loses the knife that Bucky gave him, and Clint refuses to help him look. 

Square Filled: B5-Lost Knife

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"Hey, have you seen my knife?" Tony asked Clint when he walked in. He didn't stop looking for it where he was on the couch though, tossing another cushion on the floor. 

"You have a knife?" 

"Of course I have a knife." He hadn't had one until Bucky had given it to him, but he wasn't about to admit that to Clint. He only carried this one around because Bucky insisted on it. Apparently it was bad enough that Clint preferred a bow to a gun, so Bucky kept checking that they had knives. Tony would make fun of him more if he didn't think it was a remnant from his Hydra days. 

"I thought your whole thing was repulsors." 

"Do you carry a knife?" Tony asked him. 

"Of course I carry a knife." 

"Right, and your whole thing is arrows. We can have our signature weapon as well as a knife. Shit's wild. Or at least it would be if I could find it." 

"How often do you even use it?" Clint asked, walking forward. He wasn't even trying to help, the ass.