➸ Broken Crown by Sassanova
Warnings: mentions of rape/non-con, child abuse
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Ivan Petrovitch
Genres: hurt/comfort, romance, alternate universe | Smut: none
Word count: 17863 | Status: indefinite hiatus
My comment: Honestly one of my favourite Clintasha medieval/fantasy AUs that will probably forever stay unfinished.
“Clint!” His mother’s impatient voice snapped the boy out of his thoughts, dragging him back to the day’s current events. “Meet Lord and Lady Romanov.”
They didn’t look any different than the usual stuffy nobles who visited his parents’ lands. With a huff, Clint sank lower into his father’s throne. Mother had promised this would be a special occasion when she’d refused to let him go with his brother and father yesterday to visit the Starks to the north. Why did Barney get to have all the fun? He was the oldest; he should be stuck at home, entertaining prissy lords and ladies and making alliances. It wasn’t like Clint ever had to worry about ruling.
A small movement from behind the extravagant couple caught the boy’s attention.
“This,” Lady Barton continued, “is their daughter, Natalia.”
He felt his mother watching him as he studied the girl. She was young, younger than he, scarlet curls cascading haphazardly down her back, fitted in a green velvet dress to match the hue of her eyes. And she looked just as happy to be here as the boy staring back at her.
Both Lord and Lady Romanov bowed courteously, but their daughter only crossed her arms, hardening her gaze stubbornly.
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➸ We Were Emergencies by gyzym
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Loki
Genres: angst, hurt/comfort, romance | Smut: yes
Word count: 37154 | Status: complete
My comment: Aside from some names wrongly spelt, you’re going to love the plot, the idea, the story and the everything.
Clint leaves it for two days, three days, a week, drowns himself in good vodka and bad calls, does his best not to think about it. He’s watched Natasha play this game before, post-apocalypse patch jobs—because that’s what this is, really, whether he’ll say it out loud or not. The end of the world can land hard even if the world’s still spinning; nothing quite like a good bout of mind control to remind you that you’re not in control at all.
He leaves it for a week, seven aching days where he doesn’t speak to anyone, doesn’t read the news, hides his phone underneath the hotel mattress and doesn’t go outside. He leaves it for a week, because it’s supposed to be his turn, damn it; he leaves it for a week because he knows the truth, if he’s honest, suspected it the moment he woke up and knew it for certain when she let him walk away. A week is as long as he can let himself live in limbo, can play at excuses and drown it in drink. On the eighth day, he picks up his phone.
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➸ Silver Bells by AlphaFlyer
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Fury, Coulson, Hill, OC
Genres: romance, fluff, family | Smut: none
Word count: 12061 | Status: complete
My comment: It’s not even near Christmas, but this fic brings back all the beautiful Clintasha Christmas feels :’) Lots of cute fluff to satisfy all your immense fluff-needs. It isn’t one of those ‘cute family fics’, if you’re wondering.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Clint stares at Fury as if the good Director has suddenly sprouted a second eye – on a stalk. “S.H.I.E.L.D. actually expects us to take a live baby on a mission? An immobile, inarticulate, defenseless miniature civilian…”
“… who isn’t even toilet trained?” Natasha finishes his sentence, but her partner isn’t done.
“And you want us to take that same baby into a situation where they’re not only exposed to dangerous criminal activity, but are actually the featured bait? Can’t you get R&D to give us a – what’s that term they throw around down there – live model decoy? Seems appropriate enough, under the circumstances.”
Natasha invokes the final trump card.
“Have you talked to Legal, whether S.H.I.E.L.D.’s third-party liability insurance covers cases of gross negligence by senior management? Imagine the law suit.”
“I’m confident that you two can make sure that the kid is not actually in danger,” Fury growls, unmoved. (The bit about the insurance, Natasha notices, is left unaddressed.)
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