Prompt Bingo, player me
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harcourt| Hostile climate | Fuck or die | Corporal punishment | Crossover/ Fusion | Exposure |
| Zombie apocalypse | Wing!fic | Prison AU | Different historical period | Vampires |
| Fantasy creature | Oral sex | WILD CARD | Trapped | Isolation |
| Friends with benefits | Torture | Tentacles | A/B/O | Illness |
| Bondage | Gunshot wound | Organised crime | On the run (2) |
D/s |
I'm still plugging away at longfic bingo, even though the comm seems dead, but you guys, longfic takes so long. But I like their prompt list, and I like kinkmeme style prompts, so I made myself a bingo card, and if anyone is up for this game:
You prompt/request according to a bingo box, I write a prompt fic style fic. I'll x-post to tumblr, but anon is on here. Wild card is free-for-prompter, go nuts.
Filled:
A/B/O:
Clint/Logan, On the Run
D/s:
Bucky/Clint
Fantasy Creature:
Bucky & Clint
Fuck or Die:
Clint/Tony
Gunshot Wound:
Clint & Steve
On the Run:
Clint/Tony
Clint/Logan, A/B/O
Torture:
Clint/Steve
Vampires:
Clint/Steve
Wing!fic:
Bruce & Clint
no subject
Date: 2017-03-22 05:10 pm (UTC)He finds out that Clint is not what he seems either.
Fantasy Creature - Clint & Bucky
Date: 2017-04-07 03:45 pm (UTC)"So what?" Clint asked, shouting because it just seemed like he should, with Bucky under water and everything. "Steve had your skin all this time and SHIELD just unboxed the time capsule?" A thought occurred to him. "Did you steal stuff from the museum?"
Bucky slowed, coasting slowly past Clint on his side, fixing him with one eye. It was dark and kind of small, but very round and blank. Like staring down a shark. Clint wasn't sure if Bucky just looked that threatening, transformed into a big killer seal, or if he was intentionally fucking with Clint. Just in case, he refused to step back from the edge of the pool and instead asked, "Do you eat penguin?"
The seal's head broke the surface of the water, just barely and still turned sideways, so that one dark eye was out of the water, giving Clint a definite look, but Clint wasn't sure if he was supposed to read it as obviously yes, or, what the fuck is wrong with you.
"I bet Tony can find you penguins," Clint added, in case it was the first. And to screw with Bucky if it was the second. "But it's probably better if we don't tell him what for."
The seal's mouth opened, just enough to show a row of conical teeth, then snapped shut, creating a little fountain of water, not nearly big or well aimed enough to splash Clint even though the intent was clear.
"Out of practice, huh?" Clint asked, then snickered when Bucky responded by diving and sliding away like he didn't know what Clint was talking about.
Steve knew, Clint thought. Steve had known the whole time what Bucky was, and probably knew how Bucky had ended up in New York, doing not only human things, but dedicated human things, like going to war when he could have just gone to sea and let what happened on the land sort itself out without him. Clint might have done it, given the option. Sometimes entertained daydreams along that vein, if he was on a mission that sucked enough.
"Steve didn't steal you from the ocean, did he?" Steve wouldn't. Clint was pretty sure, anyway. He did wonder a little what else Steve might know or know about, since he wasn't the type Clint would have pegged for being into the less straight-forward parts of things. It was hard to imagine how Steve could wind up just stumbling on Bucky.
On the other hand, Steve had managed to just stumble onto a secret military program, so it was possible Clint just wasn't giving him enough credit.
Bucky continued to swim, doing lazy but efficient circuits that made Clint feel claustrophobic to watch. It would have reminded him of pacing in a cell, except that Bucky could get out of the water any time he wanted and let Clint have a chance to get a few laps of his own in.
"I'm starting to think you're just doing this to hog the pool," Clint said, after he had waited another twenty minutes with Bucky showing no sign of getting tired or bored.
Bucky broke the surface of the water, smooth as a torpedo, then dove and came up again, dark haired and splashing kind of gracelessly, which made Clint laugh even though it was obviously because Bucky was dragging something behind him.
"You got used to the idea of me fast," Bucky commented, when he got to the edge and was pushing his skin out of the water and onto the tile by Clint's feet. Clint got down into a crouch to touch it, then didn't and pulled his hand back before making contact.
"It looks heavier than I thought," he said. The skin was mottled in white and dark gray, lying in thick folds like leather. It probably weighed as much as Fury's coat, if not more.
"You wanna try it on?"
Bucky was naked in the water. Clint tried to gauge his expression while not looking like he was making a point of not looking South of Bucky's face, but it felt like a failure, because Bucky sniggered and swam a couple of strokes back, like he was giving Clint a better viewing opportunity.
Re: Fantasy Creature - Clint & Bucky
Date: 2017-04-07 03:46 pm (UTC)"It's warm, though," Bucky offered, even though Clint had been hanging out waiting for swimming space in his trunks and was obviously perfectly fine, in the eternal summer of Tony's temperature controlled pool room. "If you ever fall in the ocean."
"Oh my god, that's how you met Steve, isn't it?"
Clint tried to work out if he thought Steve had slipped or been thrown in and couldn't decide. There were times he'd have liked to toss Steve in the drink himself, if he had half a fighting chance and maybe if Steve had weighed a solid two thirds less than he did.
Bucky grinned and didn't confirm or deny, which was obnoxious but loyal, and Clint couldn't help but grin back. "Okay fine. Don't tell. But for the record, I'm going to go with the best story I can come up with, then insist you told it to me and swore by it."
"Sure."
That was good. Bucky's willingness to mess with Steve won him a lot of points in Clint's book, and so did the conspiratorial smile he shared with Clint, like needling Steve was as much a sport to Bucky as it was to Clint.
"I mean," Clint added, because he was a lot less loyal than Bucky, "it was that or he lured you in with fish from a bucket."
Bucky gave him a dirty look and Clint laughed again, as he sat down to dangle his legs in the water. The skin was next to him, close to his hand, gleaming wetly, and this time Clint lifted a hand and did touch it. Lightly and with just his fingertips at first, and then more firmly. It was smooth and covered in short, dense fur, a little rubbery underneath that if he pressed down, and nothing like Fury's coat at all. Something about it was a little creepy. Too alive to be clothing or even just a tanned hide.
"You can jump in, you know," Bucky told him, without answering the comment. "I wasn't going to bite you or drown you or anything."
"Just bump me like a whole damn submarine?"
Bucky considered that, then allowed, "Maybe slap you with my tail."
"Nice."
"Not on obvious purpose."
Clint splashed water at him with a foot. "Funny."
"Well. You do lure sailors to their death, so consider it a break I'm cutting you."
Clint froze.
"I knew it as soon as you touched the water."
Clint pulled his feet back out, and Bucky laughed again and came back to the side of the pool to grab him by the ankle and pull. "Too late now, Barton," he said, and dove, taking Clint clean off the ledge and into the water so fast that water rushed up his nose.
Clint flailed, fighting to regain the surface, then swam for it as hard as he could, even as Bucky went for the floor of the deep end, where there was enough clearance to dive, before releasing Clint, letting him shoot for the mirrored wall above them, then thrash for the edge as soon as he broke through, to where he could cling while he coughed and sputtered. Hacking a lung up until he could get enough breath to try to haul himself out.
"What happened to not drowning me, you asshole?" Clint wheezed, when Bucky swam up again, but then stopped to tread water well out of arm's reach. Clint considered trying to climb out again, but decided he was safer where he was, with a good hold, fingers jammed hard into the drainage gutter.
"Really?" Bucky asked, but mostly sounded curious. "Come on. I showed you mine."
"Fuck off."
Bucky sighed, then swam to the edge a couple yard away from Clint and pushed himself up on his arms, enough that he could slide half out of the water, then twist into a sitting position and pull the skin over his lap, which was a weird enough bid for decency that Clint relaxed a little and loosened his death grip on the gutter.
"What if I stay way over here and promise not to come any closer?" He drew a cross over his heart. Clint bet Steve bought that act every damn time.
"No dice."
"But I'm not wrong," Bucky concluded, sounding smug if not triumphant. "Am I? You won't do it, but I'm not wrong."
"I thought you knew as soon as I touched the water?"
"Eh. Sort of. I like confirmation."
Re: Fantasy Creature - Clint & Bucky
Date: 2017-04-07 03:47 pm (UTC)"Nah. And I could have revived you if I'd messed it up."
"This better end in a story about how you gave Steve mouth-to-mouth on a beach."
"Naked and in front of a sunset," Bucky said, blandly enough that Clint couldn't tell if that was the ridiculous truth or Bucky playing along. "After a dramatic rescue. Come on, Barton. Let go of the edge. No biting, no drowning, I promise."
"I never drowned any sailors," Clint told him, not letting go. "So if that was some kind of retaliation, you're barking up the wrong tree."
"It wasn't. I just wanted to see your tail." Bucky said it slyly, but it didn't really work. Tony could have made a way better piece of tail joke and made it dirtier with much less effort.
"Could've been retaliation for the bucket of fish remark," Bucky allowed after a minute, and after he'd considered it a bit. "But now I'm thinking that might have been your story. You swim into a fish trap, Barton?"
"Crab pot," Clint snapped. "Fuck off."
Bucky laughed again, maybe picturing that, so Clint admitted, "Got harpooned. Couldn't swim, SHIELD didn't know what to do with me." He shrugged. "So Fury had a whole motel locked down and they kept me in the pool for like three months."
"Holy crap." Bucky sounded really entertained by the idea. "Literally harpooned?"
"Literally. Some newbie. I don't know what he thought he was aiming at." He shot Bucky a look. "And no, I wasn't about to drag him into the deep, if that's what you're thinking."
"I was thinking, 'so there is a bucket of fish involved'."
Clint kicked off from the side of the pool, and swam out a few strokes on his back. "Steak," he corrected. "We sat on the diving board and ate steak. There wasn't much else around there, but it beat the hell out of tuna, so here I am."
It was obvious Clint was shitting him, but Bucky smiled and said, "Funny. That's how Steve won me over too, except with movies and dancing thrown in."
"Hey. I was harpooned. The dancing came later."
Later, after he'd learned legs, and about getting drunk, and he and Fury had had the whole empty hotel lobby to themselves, with its garish carpet and a radio turned to music from what Fury called, 'the old days' and Clint was still tripping over himself about every fifth step, which the alcohol hadn't helped.
"He was going to throw me back," Clint said, in case Bucky got the wrong idea. "But things happened."
Bucky kicked a foot, splashing. "Okay," he said.
"I'm not a fan of chlorine. After that fucking motel, it burns like hell when I'm not human."
Bucky hummed agreement, not pushing, but after a minute, Clint wiggled out of his swim trunks, let a tail form, and dove, flipping it at Bucky, and slapping the water as he went down, to re-emerge across the pool, then do a fast lap around the edge, not trying anything fancier than a small jump or two. Just letting Bucky get a look at him, human skin giving way to gray scales, a trace of iridescence to them and down Clint's back. Along the sides of his neck where gill slits curved down from his ears towards his clavicle, tucked along the line of the muscle. In the water, his hair reflected the same mother of pearl sheen, fading to normal human dry-world tones when Clint willed the change away and went diving for his shorts, pulling them on in the water before making his way back to Bucky.
"Knew it as soon as you touched the water," Bucky said, and reached a hand down to pull Clint out.
Re: Fantasy Creature - Clint & Bucky
Date: 2017-04-07 04:06 pm (UTC):D
so adorable!
Splashy splashy!
Re: Fantasy Creature - Clint & Bucky
Date: 2017-04-07 04:34 pm (UTC)Re: Fantasy Creature - Clint & Bucky
Date: 2017-04-07 04:37 pm (UTC)HEeeeeeeeEEEEE
i loved that Bucky was playing coy (loyal!) to steve as to how he ended up being Bucky Barnes.
And how Clint, of COURSE, would get harpooned.
.... then proceeds to get drunk and wobble all over an empty hotel while Fury fails to teach him how to dance.
OF COURSE.
So they should go make out in a nice seawater beach somewhere far away from idiot humans.
Maybe a nice isolated bit of sea like off the coast in New Zealand during the winter seasons.
Re: Fantasy Creature - Clint & Bucky
Date: 2017-04-07 04:46 pm (UTC)(On a team vacation, they end up going someplace warm, because Steve doesn't like cold icy water either, and Bucky is a softy. Or maybe a sucker.)
Re: Fantasy Creature - Clint & Bucky
Date: 2017-04-07 04:47 pm (UTC)Re: Fantasy Creature - Clint & Bucky
Date: 2017-04-07 04:52 pm (UTC)the water is still pretty cool even in the tropics (because water!) so they might compromise and go somewhere when it's spring, and when it gets too cold Clint might sun himself on a rock while Bucky flops around like a GIANT TORPEDO OF FURRY DEATH.
then they cuddle.
Well first they splash tony till he's soaked for making fun of them, THEN they cuddle
Re: Fantasy Creature - Clint & Bucky
Date: 2017-04-07 04:58 pm (UTC)Tony does not think it's hilarious.
Re: Fantasy Creature - Clint & Bucky
Date: 2017-04-07 05:00 pm (UTC)TROLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
poor tony.
he just wants to get in on the cuddles okay.
But no, no cuddles for you, because Bucky has claimed the Siren.