im so curious about your thoughts on charleshawk!!!! i have not heard much of their ship, so if you're willing to share i would love 2 hear!
Idk if I can really justify it. There aren’t many instances where Hawkeye and Charles get to really have a good one-on-one, but when they do Alan Alda and DOS really have good chemistry together (Sons and Bowlers comes to mind, obviously). But also Charles is genuinely pretty funny, and he is kindhearted when he wants to be, and I feel like Hawkeye would find those short peeks under the hood alluring. I can imagine a world where Hawkeye finds out about him helping that boy with a stutter or getting the special sheet music for the piano player who lost the use of his hand, and deciding that he’s gotta find out what makes a man like that tick…BY WHATEVER MEANS NECESSARY……..
All of that being said, I have to admit that for me Charles x Hawkeye is mostly vibes based. Like I could put together a very long presentation justifying BJ x Hawkeye and it would actually make some level of sense but Charhawk to me is like…I kinda feel like Hawkeye should fuck his republican roommate. And that’s the whole thing.
Traphawk - to pretend, or Charhawk - to gain something?
ooo, I've been doing a lot of traphawk ones (and have a couple more after this), so here's some swamp rat shenanigans :3 I think it floated a little off from the original prompt but we ball
charhawk, to gain something
“Ah, Pierce, could I borrow your pen for a moment? I seem to have misplaced mine.”
This, in fact, had been the goal. It had been BJ’s idea to hide all Charles’ pens. They were carefully tucked away at the bottom of BJ’s locked foot locker.
Hawkeye twirled the pen he was using to write a letter home to his dad about the very prank.
“Oh, Charles, a favor like that requires one in return, don’t you think?” BJ drawled.
Charles sighed. “And what, precisely, would you do in return for five minutes of your time and an amount of ink so small it cannot even be measured in half-cents?”
BJ glanced over at Hawkeye, yielding the floor back to him.
As it turned out, it was a lot harder to come up with something good on the fly than he thought it would be. “Kiss me.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Hawkeye leaned back and pillowed his hand behind his head, tilting the clipboard with his in-progress letter down against his lap so Charles wouldn’t be able to read it. He twirled the pen again, said “Right on the kisser,” and pursed his lips.
BJ was grinning like a maniac. If nothing else came of it, at least that was successful.
Charles stalked over to Hawkeye and looked disgusted with him.
Hawkeye pointed to his lips and made the most obnoxious kissing noises he possibly could.
The kiss was barely enough to register. A brush against his lips more than anything. Charles plucked the pen out of Hawkeye’s hand, sneered at him, and went back over to his corner of the room.
“I didn’t get drafted for this!” BJ complained, still grinning. “I expected dinner and a show.”
Charles returned his attention to his letter. “I refuse to indulge your desire for a scene,” he said.
Hawkeye glanced over at BJ. They could hide something else. Up the ante. Maybe he’d see how far Charles would go.
NGL it was very hard to think of an insecurity for either of them, so Hawkeye's canonical ED coming in clutch here
charhawk, on a place of insecurity
It had started happening again. Hawkeye would have sworn on his life that he left the goddamn impotency behind in Korea, but lately…
Maybe he was just getting old. Maybe he was just anxious. They were naming the next Chief of Surgery in just a few days. As little as he’d enjoyed being chief surgeon at the 4077th, that had been more to do with the working conditions rather than not enjoying the practicalities of the job at a stateside hospital. He could improve things, if he was Chief of Surgery. He could make sure everyone got what they needed.
God damnit. He needed to stop thinking about it if he ever wanted his dick to get hard.
Charles’ hand faltered on his thigh. “If you aren’t amenable–“
“Just– give me a second,” Hawkeye said. “Sorry, I shouldn’t– I don’t have this problem.”
“You’ve had it plenty of times before.”
“I’m fine. I’m fine. Just– do something sexy, we’ll get back on track.”
Charles scoffed, but he slid his hands up to Hawkeye’s waist anyway. “You are never frustrated with me when I can’t find an interest.”
“I am interested. That’s different, you’re not– you’ve got the sex drive of a starfish. On this auspicious occasion where you actually want something, you called me, you asked, and I can’t–“
Hawkeye’s breath caught when Charles leaned in, pressed a gentle kiss to the very top of his pubic mound, and dug his palms further into his hips. “I shall keep,” he promised. “Perhaps dinner? The finest steakhouse in Boston might… ease your anxiety.”
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Imagine my surprise and delight when I learned charhawk qualified as a rare pair!! I got to write some hurt/comfort and injury/surgery one of my favorite things to do!
