“The day we met,” Tony said slowly, tracing a thin finger around the lip of his glass, “you said you could provide for our family.”
“Yes?” Clint said. His milkshake was gone. He had no idea how Tony still had most of his left. Ice cream was awesome
“Does that mean you…” Tony trailed off and made a motion with his hands.
“Do I what?”
“Can you… get… you know. Pregnant?”
Clint blinked at the question. Tony had an earnest look on his face, hands clasped tightly around the base of his glass, brown eyes wide.
“Yes,” Clint said finally, somberly. “You can… what was the phrase Sam used? Knock me up? But only when I’m wearing my pelt.”
Tony’s throat bobbed as he visibly swallowed. “So to have kids, we have to have sex when you’re wearing…”
“That’s right. The gestation period lasts about ten months. I’ll have to stay in my pelt the whole time.” Clint paused to pick up a spoon and swipe some of the foam out of Tony’s glass. “Since you won’t be around to protect me in the ocean, you’ll have to build an aquarium in the tower. Two stories, if you don’t mind. I’ll need the exercise to keep my figure.”
“I… I can do that,” Tony squeaked. He cleared his throat. “Whatever you need.”
Aw shit. Clint’s heart melted. His human was so silly, but sweet down to the bone. “Tony, Baby, I can’t get pregnant. I’m just messing with you.”
“What?!” Tony yelped. “Then what was all that about your pelt?!”
Clint laughed. “I’m a man regardless of whether I have my pelt or not. If we want kids, we’ll need to adopt or find a surrogate.”
“You asshole.” Tony bawled up a napkin and threw it at him. You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
Still laughing, Clint dodged. “I couldn’t help it. You’re adorable.”
“Asshole,” Tony repeated, flushed pink to the tips of his ears. “You know I don’t know much about selkies.” He looked down at his milkshake, embarrassed.
Clint reached across the table and took Tony’s hands in his. “Baby, I’m sorry. You were right; that was mean. But I love that you were ready to do whatever I wanted. You were so ready to provide for me and our pups… I’ve never had that before,” he confessed softly. “It’s amazing.”
Tony sighed. “You’re mean, but good with compliments,” he grumbled.
“Good enough to share the rest of your milkshake?”
“Not even close.”
(They’re still undecided about kids.)
Tag: selkie clint
So for the selkie clint verse, would clint and tony actually get married like right away? or do they go on some dates first? (does clint even know what a date is??) (also you’re amazing and I love your writing)
Clint has no idea what a date is.
“Why are you sitting down?” he asked, truly puzzled, as Tony and the redhead joined them at the table.
“Um… so we can get to know each other?” Tony asked, looking like he wasn’t sure how else to answer.
“But we’re getting married! You can’t get married here. Right?” Clint looked around, hoping for verification. Steve shrugged. So did Bucky. Sam had his head buried in his hands and was slowly shaking, possibly from lack of oxygen, possibly from laughter.
“Do you even know who I am?” Tony asked.
“Of course I do. You’re my mate.”
The redhead actually giggled. “This is adorable,” she said to Natasha.
“An adorable train wreck,” Natasha deadpanned.
“I’m Tony Stark,” Tony said.
Sam choked on his wine. “Oh my god. I knew you two looked familiar. You’re – holy fuck Clint. You proposed to Tony Stark. Oh my god. You’re lucky his bodyguard didn’t take you down in a flying tackle.”
“He’s my mate. Why would a bodyguard want to stop me?” Clint paused. “Wait, do you not care for marriage? Should I not have proposed?”
Tony stared at him.
The redhead leaned across Natasha and held her hand out. “You’ve broken him twice in ten minutes. I like you. I’m Pepper.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Clint said, still confused. “Tony? Are we not getting married?”
Tony was still staring.
Pepper said kindly, “The wedding is still on. Humans just typically move a bit more slowly. How would you like to take Tony out to dinner tomorrow night?”
“Dinner,” Clint said, nodding. He could do that. “Okay. Um, do you have a car? It’s okay if you don’t, we can walk, it’s just that Sam won’t let me drive his car anymore…” He trailed off in bemusement as Sam groaned and Pepper’s smile widened.
Tony continued to stare.
There’s this post that’s been going around about a person picking up someone’s coat for them, only surprise! It was a selkie! and now they’re married! Cue besotted selkie going after and proposing to their clueless new mate because, hey, they’re married by selkie standards but what about human standards? I saw it and the first thing that came to mind was Tony accidentally marrying a selkie from just being nice, and being all adorably flustered when he has an admirer attempting to woo him :D
“Um, excuse me? You dropped your coat?”
Clint twisted around immediately. The conversation at the table hushed, Natasha, Bucky, Steve and Sam all going quiet as they all looked up. The speaker was a short, very attractive guy dressed in a well-cut suit. He was holding out Clint’s pelt.
Clint stared.
The guy’s smile slipped under the face of all the scrutiny. He dusted nervously at the pelt. “I, um, sorry? I think it slipped off your chair when the waitress walked by? And someone almost stepped on it?”
“Thank you,” Natasha said, jabbing Clint in the side. Hard. He grunted.
“Thanks,” he echoed, taking his pelt. He hadn’t even noticed it slipping off the chair. His friends were going to mock him forever.
“You’re welcome,” the guy said with another, shyer smile. It made his brown eyes sparkle. He turned to walk away. Clint’s eyes immediately dropped to admire his ass, because hot damn.
“Clint!” Steve hissed. “Stop drooling. Your mate is walking away and you don’t even know his name!”
Shit. Right. Clint jolted upright and caught a whiff of the guy’s scent. Human. His brain clicked into gear, reviewing what he knew of humans. Thank god for Sam. Otherwise, Clint would’ve assumed that the human knew they were mates. He knew exactly what to do.
He strutted up behind the guy, who was waiting for the hostess to bring him his jacket, and said, “Hey.”
The guy turned, looking startled and slightly afraid. “Hey?”
Smoothly, Clint knelt, draping his pelt across his knee, and took the guy’s hand. “Will you marry me?”
“What?” the guy said.
“What?” said the attractive redhead standing beside him.
“What?!” Sam yelled somewhere behind them.
“I know you’re human,” Clint said earnestly. “It’s okay. I don’t mind going through the human ceremony as well. I hear it involves good food.”
The guy looked frozen, mouth hanging open.
“Oh my god,” the redhead said. “You’re a selkie.”
“I am,” Clint said, with some pride. His pelt still wasn’t in very good shape. It had taken lots of beatings. But he stroked it gently and beamed up at his new mate. Maybe his mate would be willing to help him gloss his pelt in the evening.
“Tony, you picked up a selkie’s pelt,” the redhead said. “You picked up a selkie’s pelt.” She sounded like she was torn between laughing and yelling. It was a tone Clint was intimate with; Natasha often sounded the same way when she thought they’d done something stupid.
“I… I didn’t…” Tony actually squeaked. It was adorable. His cheeks had gone pink. “I… what?”
“We’re mates now because you picked up my pelt,” Clint explained. If Tony didnt know much about selkies, that meant Clint got to teach him! He squeezed Tony’s hand gently. “But Sam explained that humans have their own ceremonies. You can teach me about them.” He smiled.
Tony squeaked again, seemingly unable to look away or respond. Clint liked that. He’d always hoped to find a mate that found him attractive, and who was attractive in turn. He shifted and deliberately bulged one of his biceps, just so that Tony could see he was muscular.
“I can provide for our family,” he added, just in case that was an issue. “I teach kids how to shoot bows.”
The redhead now looked more like she wanted to laugh than yell. “That’s very commendable,” she said, covering her mouth with one hand to hide her smile. “Well, Tony? You didn’t answer…?”
“Clint,” Clint said quickly. “Clint Barton.”
“Clint. You didn’t answer Clint.”
Clint nodded and smiled. “So, Tony, will you marry me?”
Tony opened his mouth and then closed it. He blinked slowly, eyelashes long and dark, before finally whispering an uncertain, “Uh, sure?”
Oh my gosh this is the bestest thing ever!!!!
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