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Still trying to get that Adam skin on rivals so,, have some strangenamor !!

Day 20: Stephen Strange/Namor

"You're being childish." Stephen sighs. "Let me see."

Namor jerks away from his outstretched hand, hissing as he slips into Stephen's claw-footed bathtub.

"Get away from me, you brute." He grits. "Go fuss over your new lady-love."

Brute? That's a bit much. Stephen rolls the sleeves of his undershirt to his elbows, huffing. Of course he's still pouting about that.

"I told you, Dagger needed my help." He kneels next to the tub, dipping a cloth into the water and dabbing at a nasty cut on Namor's cheek. Namor glares.

"As did I! You made a choice, Stephen."

The water works to knit his flesh together quickly, bruises fading in a matter of minutes.

"You have a bubble of invulnerability, my love." Stephen reasons. "I trusted you to take care of yourself and you did."

It's a valiant, but futile effort that Namor makes, to maintain his anger. But eventually he relents.

He leans up to press a deep kiss to Stephen's lips. "Do that again and I'll castrate you myself."

Stephen chuckles, tipping their foreheads together.

"No. You're far too fond of me for that."

Words: 186

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More MR stuff,,, be prepared for a while of this,,, there’s just so many juicy dynamics (for now: warloki !!)

Day 21: Adam Warlock/Loki Laufeyson

It’s a mite disingenuous, Loki thinks, that The Perfect Human is able to be injured. Not really “perfect” then, is he?

There’s a commotion to his left, and when he looks over, Adam is struggling against Psylocke’s double as she darts around, slashing deep gashes into his golden skin.

Loki sighs.

With a flick of the wrist, he appears next to Adam and drops a rune down, which quickly works to remedy the worst of the damage.

Adam, rejuvenated, makes quick work of the not-Psylocke, then smiles.

“Thank you, my friend.” He says. He’s very. Shiny. Up close. Loki waves him off.

“Well, I can’t heal these imbeciles on my own, can I?”

Adam leans up, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “You could. But now you do not have to.”

He leaves, then, striding powerfully to stand next to where Loki had left his clone, slinging shimmering magic and bathed in a golden light. Loki presses a finger against his cheek.

This is going to be a problem.

Words: 170

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Happy valentine’s i am a little schwasted :)

Day 22: Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes

Thwip. Thwip. Thwip.

Clint is having the time of his life playing cupid, ferrying messages forged in his friends’ hands.

My heart may be iron, but it’ll melt for you.

In Tony’s handwriting, lodged just beside Cap’s ear.

I want YOU to be mine.

In Cap’s looping script, in the middle of Tony’s desk, piercing through several blueprints.

Let’s smash!!

In Banner’s chickenscratch, lodging in one of the loops of Thor’s chainmail.

And You are the one Thor me. In carefully copied Asguardian runes, which Banner will have a ball decoding.

He’s only a little out of breath when he settles on the roof of the tower, satisfied with the day’s work. It’s not easy, making perfect matches.

Just as he’s unslinging his bow, an arrow whizzes by his head, and by reflex, he catches it.

Be mine? The paper attached reads, in a script he can’t parse. Clint’s head swivels, looking for the culprit.

Bucky emerges from the shadows, grinning sheepishly. He holds a single red rose out for Clint to take.

“Sorry, not used to using one of those.”

Words: 181

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Been on a marvel kick (marvel rivals rocks !!) so have some winterhawk!!

Day 19: Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes

“We’re kind of like two halves of a whole, if you think about it.”

Bucky is trying very, very hard not to turn around and smack Clint for pasting hello kitty stickers on his arm. It’s like he thinks he can’t feel it.

“How’s that?” Bucky asks. He and Alpine are busy right now. Napping. But, well, Clint can’t ever not be the center of attention. Alpine nudges her nose into his neck. Bucky kisses her head. For a moment, he can almost forget the way Keroppi is bleeding adhesive into sensitive metal joints.

“My ears, your arm…” Clint trails off. Bucky cracks an eye open to give him a look.

“You crazy? In what world are two ears and one arm a whole anything?”

Clint pouts. He reaches up and sticks a blue bow to Bucky’s nose.

“Shut up. I’m trying to be romantic!”

Bucky sighs, but can’t fight the smile creeping onto his lips. He reaches up and pulls Clint in, careful of Alpine’s curled form.

“Let’s leave the poetry to Thor.”

Words: 174

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Jayvik I wrote after finishing s2, I wanted to give my take on their disabilities and also how they love each other so softly,,, enjoy!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Back on the 100 words 100 days bs!! Im exciteddd!!! Have some soft sambucky 🦾🦅

Day 18: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

“What’s it like, flying?” Bucky asks, he’s chewing slowly on some ration jerky while they wait for extraction.

It’s a cold, hellish place they’re in, the kind that wreaks havoc on his arm. Another Hydra cell crushed beneath his fist—and Sam’s steel-toed boots. You’d think, after decades, they’d’ve given up on the mountains. Evidently not.

He’s trying to keep his head on straight, though. Hence, the questions.

Sam shrugs, he keeps glancing at the sky, like looking at it will make the S.H.I.E.L.D. copter show up faster.

“It’s a little like falling. Ground swept up beneath you and suddenly you’re in open air.”

He always looks dynamite in his suit. Like a leading man ripped straight from a comic book, muscles highlighted by the sleek fibre metal, cheekbones framed by the headpiece.

Bucky coughs.

“I know that feeling.”

Words: 138

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Ok I know I’ve been MIA but I’m about to plug all the ff I’ve published since I last posted here :) also toying with restarting the 100 days since I finished grad apps !! Here’s a sonic piece I wrote after seeing the movie, Shadow my baby 🥺

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Little taste of the vibe of my current winterhawk wip—have clint and barney brothers in a western au!! 🤠

Day 27: Clint Barton & Barney Barton

“Jig’s up, eagle eyes. Get the fuck on!”

Barney yelled, flailing in his saddle as he trampled past Clint.

Behind him was a thick cloud of kicked up dust and the ballooning shadows of about six mounted men. Clint cursed and jumped into Lucky’s saddle, whipping the reins and steering him off to bite at Barney’s heels.

“T’hell’d you do this time?”

Clint spat off to the side, lip curling.

“Nothin’. I ain’t ever do nothin’ to ‘em, Clint. You know that.”

Right. Clint sighed.

“Well what’d you do to their shit, then?”

Barney grinned, reached into his saddlebag, and produced a handful of shiny jewelry. A few thousand dollars at least.

“Confiscated it.” He scoffed. “You know as well as I do ain’t none of them boys wearin’ this.”

Clint eyed the jewelry, then chanced a look over his shoulder. Yup. Still an angry mob.

“Don’t suppose we’ll be returning it?” He asked. He already knew the answer.

Barney just laughed.

Words: 162