#margtraphawk

[remyfire]

Looks that say a thousand words

[mxmorel]

Has anyone explained to you the philosophy of Hawktober?

It’s an intimate little month where a person’s only obligation is to ship Hawkeye with absolutely everyone!

Participate however you want, fic, art, memes, what have you! There are no rules — participate every day, only some days, with ships not on the list or using the list entirely ‘out of order’ (they aren’t really in any particular order to begin with) — I don’t care! This is very low pressure/low stakes

ID: a square graphic promoting ‘Hawktober.’ On the right side is a drawing of Hawkeye looking exhausted with a speech bubble that says “So how ‘bout it? You wanna be a patriot and love me back?” On the left hand side is a list in two columns of 31 Hawkeye centric ships, which are as follows:

Tommyhawk

Klinghawk

Punnihawk

Margtraphawk

Beejhawk

Olliehawk

Ingahawk

Hawnk

Margietraphawk

Lylehawk

Hawkellye

Ollietraphawk

Sidhawk

Traphawkahy

Henhawk

Margiehawk

Chardonnahawk

Hawkelow

Charhawk

Houlihawk

Paik/Chohawk

Beejtraphawk

Radarhawk

Charbeejhawk

Marinahawk

Hawkahy

Margtraphawnk

Moodyhawk

Traphawk

Margbeejhawk

Lalhawk

Would love for folks to join in! Have fun! 💖

[remyfire]

I love when they make a face that really drives the World's Biggest Scamps home

[remyfire]

Collection: Smut 4 Smut 2024

Ship: Margaret Houlihan/Trapper John McIntyre/Hawkeye Pierce

Note: Now that the collection's been revealed, happy to say this is my fic! Thanks to everyone who was so kind about it :)

"I was thinking you and me flip the script on Trapper." When Margaret stiffens, Hawkeye speaks even softer. "Give him a new reason for his nickname, huh?" The concept is so perplexing that she struggles to reconcile it. "McIntyre?" Margaret breathes. The one who is always utterly in control, who is perhaps the only person capable of wrangling Pierce when he's at his most manic, who moves his hands through a chest cavity like it's as simple as playing with building blocks? "Don't tell me you think he wouldn't come in his pants if a woman like you put him to good use." "But..." She shakes her head like she's trying to clear a fog. "No, that can't be possible, he's, he's a man, Pierce, they don't..." "Margaret." When she snaps his gaze back to his, she can see the truth radiating from him intensely. "Yeah. Yeah, they fucking do."

The stage is already set. There are less than twenty-four hours before Margaret is due to meet Hawkeye and Trapper for their roughest scene yet. But when Hawkeye gives her an enticing proposition—to pull the rug out from under Trapper's feet and make him the center of it rather than Margaret—it's an offer she can't possibly refuse.