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In which Eames writes (sometimes horrible) horoscopes to woo Arthur, much to the chagrin of everyone (read: Dom), and manages to even mess that up. Go figure.
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SHIELD and the Avengers find out about their very active fandom, including fanfiction. Clint starts trying to manipulate the authors by getting a little snuggly in public with Coulson. And then Coulson gets a little snuggly right back.
(Written for a prompt on avengerkink, details inside.)
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16 Jan 2013
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When he woke up the next morning, there was an email from Coulson.
I can arrange for Jasper to hold your hand the next time you’re injured, if you can’t handle being alone. –Coulson
You know the sight of Jasper holding my hand would make you jealous, sir. –Barton
In your dreams, Agent. –Coulson
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so this is actually one of the best things ever??????????? i'll make a better rec later adslfkjaldsfkjf just read it
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Michael and Lucifer are currently fighting over the peas.
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7 Jan 2013
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Gabriel keeps moving all the food away from Raphael in a way that's so perfectly timed it could be accidental. But Dean knows how much of an irritating little bastard Gabriel can be first hand.
It turns out angels can be pretty damn petty when they're not allowed to openly war with each other.
When Lucifer asks for the vegetables Dean thinks Raphael's actually going to stab him in the eye with a knife.
"Hellspawn can acquire their own vegetables," Raphael says with a glare.
"Raphael, be nice, or I'll send you to your room," Chuck tells him over the mashed potatoes.
Raphael looks ashamed and obediently passes the vegetables to Lucifer.
Anna is refilling Michael’s wine glass...but she's doing it very quietly, when he's not looking. Which Dean's going to take as a bad sign.
It's freakin' surreal, and considering Dean's life to date, that's really saying something.
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ajlsdfkaldfkjaldsfkjasdf;aldfkjalsdfkjaldfskjaldfslfjakd THE ANGELS CENTRIC FIC I WANTED ALS;DFKJASDFLAJSDF will write a better rec soon
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There are so many different ways to save the world...and so many different ways to screw it all up.
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1 Dec 2012
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PETER: [whispering to Mohinder, as Sylar drones on in the background about peace and prosperity] "Look, at least it's not your sister that he's sleeping with."
MOHINDER: "So you're saying I should just accept a world where Sylar and I are lovers?"
PETER: "It's for the good of humanity. Besides, the universe seems determined to make you gay anyway."
MOHINDER: "May I remind you, the universe also seems determined to make you dead?"
PETER: "After reading Sylar's mind about the things he and you have done in bed, I'm frankly looking forward to death."
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don't be fooled by the lack of kudos, people. this has been on lj for quite a long time and honest-to-god my favorite heroes fic to date. hilarious and just perfect.
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Love in the Three-Ninth Kingdom by kalakirya, lavvyan
The Avengers (2012), Marvel Avengers Movies Universe, The Avengers - All Fandoms
1 Sep 2012
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Clint and Coulson are in mutually unrequited love. Natasha has no patience for their drama. And if the world were a nicer place to live in, she wouldn't have to deal with it.
Alas.
Bookmarked by donutsandcoffee
7 Oct 2012
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Budapest is a distraction, and then some. Budapest is bad intel and a compromised safe house. Budapest is losing contact with SHIELD in the middle of a firefight. Budapest is playing dead for two days while they try to get access to a secure line. Budapest is Clint leaning heavily on her because he's got a bullet lodged in his hip and they didn't have the time to get it out.
Budapest is also where Coulson falls in love with Clint.
He's at the extraction point, waiting for them, and Natasha briefly wonders how many things went wrong behind the scenes that Coulson decided to organize their rescue himself. She doesn't have much time to waste on logistics, though. Clint is flagging fast and she herself is running on fumes.
She's so exhausted, she would have missed the moment entirely if it had happened more than a step away from her. Clint stumbles, falls, and she doesn't have the strength to keep him on his feet. Coulson catches him before they both go down, but when she looks up to thank him, the words wither in her throat.
Coulson stands there, Clint hanging in his arms like... well, like a man who's mostly unconscious, and the expression on Coulson's face can only be described as shock. He looks down at Clint, swallows hard, and actually tightens his grip around Clint for a second when the medics try to tug him away.
All Natasha can think is, oh, good.
Because naturally, she assumes that Coulson will ask Clint to dinner because Coulson is a sensible man. Clint will be unbearably smug for a few days. There'll be a lot of eye-rolling in Natasha's future.
She should have remembered that assuming is a foolish, foolish thing to do.
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She's not wrong about the eye-rolling, though.
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a;lskdfjal;sdfkjaslfd;kjaf;dlskjafl;dkjasdf will put a better review later.
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The Hunter of Waverly, Iowa by NezumiPi
The Avengers (2012), Avengers (Comic), Marvel (Movies), Marvel
15 Jul 2012
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This is how Clint Barton came to be Hawkeye and how Hawkeye came to be a hero. Flashes back and forth between his childhood and his early days at SHIELD. With just a dash of Pinky and the Brain. Can be read as Clint/Coulson if you so choose. Cannot be read as Hawkeye/Deadpool, no matter how hard you try.
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- Part 2 of Clint Barton, Agent of SHIELD
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9 Sep 2012
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"You mean what would Jefferson say if he was alive today?"
The instructor nodded.
"Probably, 'get me out of this coffin'." Barton shrugged, before adding, "Or maybe," he switched into a low, echoing voice, "BRAAAINS!"
The other initiates laughed. The instructor gave a thin smile, then stared down Barton with the clear intention that he give a real answer.
"I don't know," said Barton. "Probably, 'Get the cuffs off me! She told me she was eighteen! I don't know any Sally Hemmings! Don't taze me bro!'" Barton smirked. "And then if he saw SHIELD – 'cause that was the real question, right? Whether he would approve of the work y'all are doing? – he would probably say, 'Holy shit! They put a Negro in charge!'" The pencil finally stopped spinning. "My point is, who the hell cares what dead guys think? If something's wrong thing to do, it's still wrong even if they were for it, so why even bother with a bunch of ancient assholes?"
Phil Coulson was smiling despite himself, mentally replaying Barton's little speech. It was like outsider art, in a way – the wisdom of the uneducated mind. They were just going to have to find a way to keep him.
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probably one of the best backstory of clint ever. the characterization is pitch-perfect, and everything will come in full circle at the end. it's just so wonderfully-written, and I simply love the interpretation of why clint decided to take in natasha (I won't spoil anything, but just. read.), and the clint/coulson is just a wonderful bonus.
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Mr. & Mrs. Barton (Or: Why Natasha Sends Jennifer Aniston an Annual Apologetic Fruit Basket) by shellybelle
The Avengers (2012)
29 Jul 2012
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Five years before they meet as Hawkeye and the Black Widow, they meet as Clint and Natasha. There is a romance, a marriage, and then, predictably, everything goes absolutely to hell, and Clint still thinks they should be getting royalty money from the DVD sales of Mr. & Mrs. Smith. (Or: boy meets girl. Boy and girl fall in love. Boy and girl get married. Boy and girl neglect to do background checks.)
Bookmarked by donutsandcoffee
9 Sep 2012
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This is true: Natasha does not remember her blood family. Sometimes there are snippets: a lullaby, a soft perfume, a piano just slightly out of tune.
This is true: Natasha thinks that once, maybe, she did remember her family—that she had real memories, solid memories, memories she could reach out and touch. But she has been made and unmade and reconstructed so many times that any memories she might have had are gone, far away, there only in the faintest flickers of scent and sound.
This is true: Clint remembers his family too well.
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I don't ship clint/natasha and I WAS TURNED INTO A PUDDLE OF EMOTIONS AND FEELS SO READ THIS THING, OKAY.
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Clint Barton knows where his loyalties lie, and they have more to do with his handler than his employer. Phil Coulson takes his responsibilities seriously, and a big part of his job is protecting the agent in his care from any threat to his well-being.
At this rate, neither of them is going to get a date. Natasha Romanov has other ideas, and the only side she's on is her own.
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17 Aug 2012
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Coulson shifted his hip on the edge of the table, drawing Clint's attention back to the present. As well as the line of Coulson's leg in his impeccably tailored slacks. “Did you wear Dolce to kidnap me?” Clint asked, arching an eyebrow. “I feel special. Or I would if you didn't dress up for a trip to the 7-11.”
“Yes, but I did put on your favorite tie. And since you are in sweatpants and a t-shirt, I'm not taking fashion advice from you.”
“You kidnapped me. From bed. And you're insulting my fashion sense? Next time, give me time to change. And, I don't know, put on shoes?”
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my actual favorite parts of this fic would spoil the enjoyment out of it, I'll just give you an example of the wonderful, in character snark between the two that this fic is littered with. a very entertaining clint/coulson get-together that you really don't want to miss. including jealous!coulson, if that still hasn't convinced you to read it.
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Arthur wakes up and realizes the last ten years of his life have been a dream. He is nineteen, and he can barely remember where he is. What he can remember is the ghost of Eames’ hands pressed down on his chest trying frantically to stop the blood flooding up around his fingers as Arthur died (as he woke up).
Bookmarked by donutsandcoffee
5 Aug 2012
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“I am…surprised,” Ramirez said. “Really. I guess, I should say it’s very nice to meet you, Arthur. Fucking hell, you can put up a fight, huh? I mean, the bit where you flipped the trees upside down – that was something.”
Arthur smiled thin lipped and with a tiny thrill of pleased satisfaction. He’d forgotten how good it felt to work in a dream. Two and half months was a long time without it. He dropped the gun he was holding and it melted into water as it touched the ground. He accepted Ramirez’s hand for a shake.
“I have to ask,” Ramirez said, “why make yourself so much older in the dream? It’s only a simulation, and only me after all.”
“What?” Arthur said.
“You look about thirty,” Ramirez explained. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you looked like a teenager before, either.”
Arthur looked down at his hands. The scars on his hands were back. He recognized the marks on his left hand from the time he was tortured by the Russian Mafia and also the almost invisible glass cut from when Eames set Arthur on the kitchen counter and Arthur stuck his hand through a wine glass when Eames unzipped Arthur’s trousers with his teeth.
“Oh,” Arthur murmured, surprised. “Well,” he said, seeing no reason to lie completely. “Have you ever met someone who fell into limbo?” he asked.
“Jesus Christ,” Ramirez whispered at the implication. “Are you saying you’ve been stuck down there?”
“No,” Arthur replied, hand in his pocket and slipping the black poker chip through his fingers, feeling for the place where the ‘E’ carved into the surface wasn’t. “I’m saying what happened to me was worse.”
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best world-building ever. I'm not even kidding. this is an essential and satisfying read, and it's a believable take on 'mal-was-right' scenario.
don't be deceived by the number of kudos/bookmarks. it had actually been on lj for a long time, and I believe considered as one of the best this fandom has to offer.
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These humans have their uses, Loki thinks.
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21 Jul 2012
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“Tell me,” Loki says, watching his fingers as he strokes, ever so slowly and gently, all the way in, then out until only the tip of his middle finger remains inside. Barton makes a strangled sound as Loki adds another finger and slides them in deep. “What do you want? Beg for it, like a good little whore.”
“Please,” Barton says, voice shaking so much his words are slurred. “Please let me. Let me come.”
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orgasm denial and clint's perfect body appreciation story. If you only want to read one clint/loki PWP, this is it--because I appreciate a good porn when I see one.
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Tony is tired of Steve treating him like he's breakable just because he's not a demigod or a super soldier; he's Tony Fucking Stark. He calls it quits and finds an unexpected connection with another teammate. (Humans ought to stick together, after all.)
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21 May 2012
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It’s easy to be friends, because Clint’s an asshole - which Tony rather likes, and because they’re the only fully-human members on the team. (Natasha comes pretty close, but she’s a cyborg and is therefore ineligible for membership in their little club, despite her many fine qualities). And while neither of them is looking, that implicit understanding anchors somewhere deep inside, forging an imperceptible bond between them. They gravitate to one another - bickering and arguing, sure, but everyone else is just grateful they’re focusing their energy on insulting each other.
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finally. a very well-written clint/tony that shows why their relationship can work so well--how they understand one another, how clint accepts instead of tolerates and tony, for once, can give instead of just receiving. Just. READ. please. and consider this pairing an option.
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This time there are shitty dogeared paperbacks Arthur wouldn't be caught dead reading piled on the coffee table, and half-finished crosswords tucked into the bookshelves, and the far wall is hung with that tapestry they'd bought in a shit part of London on a whim. This time they've spent all day fixing their sink and there's a mug of yesterday's tea sitting on top of the television and it's not just Arthur's living room at all.
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1 May 2012
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Eames is standing in the middle of the living room. The news is on, playing low, and there must have been a story on that he wanted to watch; he's staring at the television, his head slightly cocked. He's still in the stupid soccer shorts, but he's put on a cleaner tank top, and there's an eight inch santoku knife hanging almost idly from his hand. He's dirty--his hair is sticking up everywhere and there's a streak of grease across his cheek, right above the scar he'd brought home with him from Poland.
And, see, this isn't the first time Arthur has been stopped dead by the sight of Eames standing in the middle of the living room. He does actually remember coming home soaking wet and staring at him like this, tracing the contours of his arms as he stared down at an M-24. But the thing is, that had been years ago, and…
And it had been Arthur's living room then, Arthur's house that Eames had quietly moved into while neither of them was paying much attention. It had been Eames in the middle of Arthur's things, Eames in the middle of Arthur's life, and the staring had been as much about realizing how much he fucking wanted that as anything else. But this time--this time there are shitty dogeared paperbacks Arthur wouldn't be caught dead reading piled on the coffee table, and half-finished crosswords tucked into the bookshelves, and the far wall is hung with that tapestry they'd bought in a shit part of London on a whim. This time they've spent all day fixing their sink and there's a mug of yesterday's tea sitting on top of the television and it's not just Arthur's living room at all.
Eames hasn't seen Arthur, possibly because Arthur is standing stock-still in the doorframe. He taps the knife against his leg absently and mutters "Bloody Americans," under his breath, and Arthur can't even move. He knows the pattern of every tattoo and he knows every fucking line of Eames' body, still thinner than it should be, and he never, ever wants to be anywhere else.
Eames shakes his head at the television and wanders back into the kitchen. Arthur follows, transfixed, dropping the towel to the floor, and arrives just in time to see Eames toss a lemon up in the air. He follows the trajectory of it with his eyes, and in the process he catches sight of Arthur, and smiles.
"Hello, love," he says, grabbing the lemon as it falls and driving the knife into the rind, "that was fast. I didn't even hear the shower go off."
"Eames," Arthur chokes out, "Eames, Jesus Christ, I am so fucking in love with you."
Eames' jaw drops, and he slices his damn hand open.
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If you're an arthur/eames shipper, your life will never be complete before reading this.
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“He’s not telling us everything,” Fury reached out and shut the projection off, “I’m not comfortable with this.” Coulson didn’t respond, didn’t need to. “Let Rogers know I want Barton watched; he doesn’t go anywhere alone until we understand exactly what’s going on. I’m not losing him to some egotistical mind-f***ing blade-dancer who has mentor issues and wants to take it out on our asset.”
Phil nodded efficiently. He couldn’t agree more.
*Now accompanied with a PODFIC by the wonderful crinklysolutions!!! link found in Notes*
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18 Apr 2012
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"All I'm saying," the voice continued smartly, "is that he has to miss sometimes, he just never admits it."
Barton's blue gaze turned grey, not noticing (or ignoring) that many of the agents in the room had stopped talking at this point and were instead watching Steve's group of three intensely. Of course before Steve had a chance to even think about saying anything Barton had already made his move. Sometimes Steve forgot how quick the man could be, especially considering that during many missions Hawkeye was out of sight. Between one moment and the next Barton 'twitched' and there was a startled yelp on the far end of the room. Steve looked across to find the loudmouth agent looking in shock at the wall he was sat beside, the remains of the sandwich he had been taking a bite out of now pinned in place.
When the tomato slipped out from between the bread and landed with a squelch on the floor Barton moved. The unknown agent looked up, took in the number of people the knife must have slipped past on the way to his lunch, the way Barton was steadily getting closer, and visibly swallowed down his nerves. Steve wondered if he should do something. Natasha's hand gently touching his own in warning kept him in place.
Barton walked behind the agent and plucked his deeply imbedded knife from the drywall, letting the sandwich fall to the ground, before turning to loom behind the agent.
"Something you might want to consider remembering," Barton announced with a wide smile that, for once, nobody saw any humour in. "I," he picked up the agents napkin and with an efficient wipe cleaned his blade, "never," he slipped the blade somewhere on his leg Steve couldn't see from across the room, "miss." He leaned over and stared hard at the agent, loosing the smile, and waited until he saw something in the junior's gaze before stepping back and smacking him good-naturedly on his shoulder. "Got that?"
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"Jesus Christ! Do you not even care?" Tony still wasn't used having people so willingly put his life before their own, and he took it out on Coulson
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Team Fic with focus on clint, with best characterization of clint, fury, natasha, TONY OH TONY DEAR LORD, and pretty much everyone, really. a lot of tony/clint/steve bromances and natasha/clint/phil bromances, it's pretty much BROVENGERS all around.
must. read.
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Clint's dating some girl named Katie except not really. Or, the Story of How Steve and Tony are Clueless.
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- Part 1 of Say Katie
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14 Apr 2012
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Wanting the Avengers to seem more human apparently meant that SHIELD had told them to ask the most intrusive personal questions they could, like they were some celebutante with a sex tape.
“No, I am not engaged in a polyamorous relationship with Captain America and Pepper Potts. You really think Cap would go for that?” Tony said for the umpteenth time.
“Yes, I have been in contact with Peggy’s family. They are wonderful people who have been nothing but kind,” Steve said, thankful for once it wasn’t a question about how close he and Bucky really were.
“No,” Clint said, grinning like the cocky bastard he is, “not single. Happily married.”
And really, it’s a good thing that the Avengers had been so highly trained, because they all were this close to flipping a shit.
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filled with funny one-liners and wonderful premise, definitely a must-read.
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every dong has its day by zarathuse
The Avengers (2012), Captain America (2011), Thor (2011), Iron Man (Movies)
7 Apr 2012
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it’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion of the ocean.
-ancient chinese proverb(aka that time zara wrote 8k worth of dick jokes.)
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8 Apr 2012
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But seriously, Tony is a goddamn genius. Steve should realize by now that:
1. Tony is smart enough to know that a giant dong is not a prerequisite for awesome sex.
2. Even if Tony did have some stupid hang-up about the size of his partner’s equipment, it still wouldn’t be an issue. Creative problem-solving is kind of Tony’s thing. He built the first Iron Man prototype in a cave. With a box of scraps. He’s pretty sure he could handle whipping up a few sex toys.)The upshot is: Now that Tony knows exactly what’s been thwarting all of his previous attempts at seduction (namely, Steve’s extra-mini mini-Steve), he can adapt his battle plan to ensure victory.
All he has to do is figure out how to let Steve know, subtly and tactfully, that Tony doesn’t care about the angle of a dude’s dangle, the size of his prize, the measure of his treasure, the make of his snake, the cubage of his tubage, etc etc.
. . .Possibly Tony should call for reinforcements.
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it's very rare that I rec a fic with very small dose of clint in it, but DAMN if I'm not reccing this. ONE OF THE FUNNIEST THINGS EVER, I lost it during the scene above. are you really not going to read a fic that has the line "the cubage of his tubage"? seriously?
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The Valley (of your heart) by ForeverFalling86
Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol (2011), The Avengers (2012)
26 Oct 2012
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It was like Fury had said: William Brandt was dead. And Clint Barton had risen from his ashes.
A story about love. Whether forgotten, lost, found, or remembered. Everyone's got their own fairytale ending. It's just that they can't all come true.
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3 Apr 2012
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Unlike most things in Ethan’s life, falling in love with William Brandt had been easy and slow. He’d been in over his head before he’d even realized it and hadn’t felt the need to come up for air. Theirs was not a whirlwind romance. It’d been filled with late nights in corner cafes in London, or sitting together in front of the fire watching an old movie in Germany. It’d been easy smiles, even easier kisses, and dancing in the kitchen as the fridge hummed along with the old radio that liked to turn on all on its own. It’d been going for jogs on the boardwalk or joining basketball games in the park.
Ethan might’ve even called it an average sort of love story if not for the missions to Albania, Czech or some Middle Eastern nation and all the firefights, IEDs, episodes of PTSD and deadly weapons hidden under pillows, tables, couches and everything in between. And Ethan had loved every minute of it.
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“Thought I’d find you in here doing work, not listening to music,” Clint laughed and he hesitated for a moment before offering his hand. “Can’t say I’m disappointed though.”
Phil stared at the proffered hand, not sure what Clint was up to.
“Come on,” the other man whined, waving his hand in front of his face. Phil finally sighed and grabbed hold, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. When he’s standing Clint doesn’t relinquish his hand, instead he entwines their fingers, and before he knew what was happening they were swaying.
“Dance with me,” Clint smiled, his teeth flashing in the half light. Phil couldn’t help but tense as he carefully wrapped an arm around archer’s waist and suddenly they were so close that he could feel the warmth of Clint’s skin through his shirt. He forced himself to relax as a forehead pressed into his shoulder and he heard a mumbling, “I’ve missed you” along with a drawn out sigh.
“It’s been awhile,” he nodded, tipping his head so that his cheek was resting on dirty-blonde hair. If he were in the mood to be critical, Phil would’ve wondered what exactly this was, seeing as even though he knew that on some level Clint returned his feelings, they’d never really talked about it, never mind gone on an official date. But after months of not even having the time to be in the same room as him, all Phil could think to do was hold Clint close and continue to sway along to the music.
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people, read this. now. mo excuses. It exemplifies the best of both ethan/will and clint/coulson relationships it doesn't matter which fandom or pairing you prefer; you'll end up rooting both of them and be a little bit broken inside, knowing that not everyone will have their happily ever after.
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Clint's got a secret love, and it's spelled b-a-n-j-o.
Bookmarked by donutsandcoffee
3 Apr 2012
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Clint's always been the type to find family where other people might see a sideshow act.
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I know that this is more of a quote than a scene, but it's such a powerful quote I feel that it's enough to show how beautifully written this story is--so much characterization packed into so little words. and that's what this story is: a love story, told in mere 10,000 words while you get a glimpse of something that lasts forever after. this is one of my favorite verses of all clint fics, and it's definitely a MUST READ, even if you're not a clint/darcy shipper.
(this fic is also the first fic that managed to convince me that no, this is not a crack pairing and yes, they can work, and they can work motherfucking well.)
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Clint was pretty sure he'd seen this movie. Like a lot of things since he'd joined the Avengers, it had been a lot funnier when it wasn't his life.
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1 Apr 2012
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enjoyable read. the writing flows so well, and the story is just so wonderful. it really keeps you on the edge of your seat, wondering what will happen next, and sometimes makes you think you have cracked the code before revealing all the well-placed red herrings.
I can't possibly give a favorite scene because what I like from this story is itself as a whole, its premise and flow and characterization, so JUST. READ.
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Arthur grins, lazy and relaxed, and Eames thinks that maybe this is how people get through these things, tethered to one another when they can't hold on anywhere else.
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Bookmarked by donutsandcoffee
13 Mar 2012
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"I apologize," he snarls, throwing back the whole glass of wine at once and slamming it back down. "You're right, I shouldn't be here, I'll just go."
He pushes back from the table and he's drunk enough that he gets up unsteadily, and Eames hates everything, because Arthur's face flashes again when he stumbles. It's the lack of dignity that gets him this time, and Eames wishes he could lend it, somehow--Eames wishes Arthur would trust him enough to let himself be caught. He steadies himself on the table instead and stalks out, leaving Eames blinking behind him.
And Eames is so angry he can't even move for a minute, just sits there, trying to remember how to breathe for long enough to get up and follow. Because Arthur will not appreciate it in the morning, if Eames reams these people out--it will not make Arthur's life any easier, and that's really all Eames wants.
But then Sharon says, "I'm sorry you had to see that," her mouth a thin, set line, and Eames can't help himself.
"Christ, I'm not," he snaps, standing. "Do you honestly wonder why he doesn't come home? Bloody hell, I wouldn't either, if I had to deal with you lot."
"This really isn't any of your business," Sarah sniffs, looking at him disdainfully.
"No," Eames growls, vicious and biting. "In fact, Arthur is my business, and I really couldn't be buggered about the rest of you, and if you think I give a flying fuck about your--family politics or whatever that was, you can, quite frankly, shove it up your arse."
His hands are balled to fists in his pockets as he exits the room, because fucking hell, he can't imagine it. His own childhood hadn't been any bloody picnic, and there had been days, certainly, when he'd tried to disappoint his parents just to see if he could. But this was worse--because god, what would it be like to have grown up like this, surrounded by love that was visibly conditional? How long had Arthur known he wasn't the person they were expecting, the person he'd been obligated to be, and lived with that?
And suddenly, a thousand things slot into place, a tangle of dangling threads he's never quite unraveled. Arthur, who has made all of four mistakes on the job in the entire time Eames has known him, and has looked stunned and sick at every one. Arthur, who built a career on knowing everything; Arthur, who followed Cobb across the world without a second thought. Arthur who never asks for what he wants, Arthur who said "just tell me I'm not doing it wrong," Arthur whose first defense is a strong offense. Arthur, who never trusts anyone. Arthur, who plays it close to the chest.
Arthur, who was supposed to be one person and grew into someone else.
"Bloody hell," Eames says, and runs.
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my most favorite story from the series/verse, though the entire verse is really worth reading. this is the story that made (and still makes) me think, "God, this story is really /perfect/ and I can never, ever write something like this."
this verse is perfection, to be honest.
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Written for this prompt: Eames has a secret twitter called, "Shit Arthur Says." Well, secret to Arthur, that is.
Bookmarked by donutsandcoffee
11 Mar 2012
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shitarthursays: "If you don't remove that shirt immediately the clashing colors are actually going to make me sick. Oh my god, Eames, don't make that face, I didn't mean it like that."
One month ago via webshitarthursays: "SOMEONE IS GOING TO BE DISEMBOWELED WITH A RUSTY SPOON FOR THIS"
29 days ago via webshitarthursays: "Asshole. Stop looking at me like that before I gouge your eyes out--don't tweet that, Eames!"
Yesterday via Tweetie-
this is one of the gems from the beauty that is Inception fandom. quality humor with creative format; definitely worth your try.