➸ compass rose ‘verse (series) by sweetwatersong
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: alternate universe, hurt/comfort, romance | Smut: none
Word count: 3303 | Status: work in progress
My comment: A merman!Clint and pirate!Natasha AU! One of my favourites. Beautifully written.
“‘S that way,” Clint managed to say, blinking as he pointed towards a stretch of horizon almost no different from any other. The argument might have held more weight if his finger hadn’t drifted from side to side.
“I’m sure it’s not,” Natasha replied, lips curving in a faint smile despite herself. She let out an ‘oomph’ when he pulled abruptly on her shoulder, sagging down into the cold water.
“It is,” he countered with an annoyed curl of his lip. “‘m a merman, Tasha, I always know which way the poles are, ‘s part of being part shark.“ He tapped his very human nose with his free hand.
"I don’t think the sun sets in the north,” the pirate told him, leaning to the side to get a better grip under his dorsal fin. Clint blinked again, processing that.
“Oh.”
“I think that porpoise hit you harder than you realized. Even your skull has limits.” Curling her fingers around the smooth human skin of his arm, she braced her foot and heaved. The unresisting merman slid out of the ocean into her small craft, his long tail slithering into the bottom and curling around the mast.
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➸ Simple Together by samalander
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: fluff, romance | Smut: yes
Word count: 2056 | Status: complete
My comment: Beautifully written smut and fluff. Read it, you won’t regret it.
So many people look at Natasha and only see what she wants them to. They see the quirk of her hip, the swell of her breasts, the bow of her lips, and they assume that she is perfect. They assume that she is the paradigm she presents; they forget that she’s actually, under all the fight and deadly grace, a human woman.
Clint doesn’t make that mistake.
He knows about her faults; even the ones he hasn’t seen firsthand, because she’s told him about them in great detail. And Clint loves her for them, he loves the way she keeps score, like she has something to atone for.
(She doesn’t, not with him.)
And he loves how real she is, solid and soft under his fingertips in a way that no one else in his life is. Real like a weapon, like his bow, and her knows her cracks and flaws in the same intimate way.
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➸ Perilous Business by SidheRa
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Bucky, Yelena Belova
Genres: alternate universe, romance | Smut: none
Word count: 12018 | Status: indefinite hiatus
My comment: A beautiful Clintasha Pacific Rim AU, I only wish the author finishes the story, at least the last chapter can still be called an ending, sort of.
“Widow, it’s behind us!” James shouted, even though he didn’t need to. He was brash, even for an American, and he’d never quite broken the habit of speaking out loud when they were drifting.
Not like Yelena. Natasha couldn’t remember if they’d ever said anything to each other when they were linked.
She rolled her eyes pointedly at James, knowing he could feel her reaction even if he couldn’t see it. They turned as one, moving the jaeger as smoothly as something the size of a building could move.
“I told you not to call me that, Barnes,” she said, and they raised their arm to grab hold of the kaiju by the neck.
He laughed.
“Just admit it already, Widow.” he said, emphasizing the nickname. “I know you like it. I’m in your head, remember?”
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➸ After The War by ashen_key
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: alternate universe, romance, fluff, family | Smut: none
Word count: 487 | Status: complete
My comment: Clintasha WWII AU, it’s short, cute and fluffy.
Sergeant Clinton Barton had plans now that the war was over. To be honest, he’d been forming these plans since Bastogne, where he had spent far too long sitting in freezing foxholes waiting for the Germans to bomb the shit out of his company.
In no particular order, these plans were:
Move somewhere where it didn’t snow;
Get out the hell of the army, and;
Track down that genius redhead who worked for the British Foreign Office and see if she wanted to walk out again.
There’d been other girls, particularly in Austria once victory had been declared, but Natalia Romanoff? She’d been something, all right. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’d found herself another man, but he’d be disappointed.
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➸ They Will Rock You by SneakyHufflepuff
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Mcu!Avengers, Darcy Lewis, Kate Bishop, Loki, Fury
Genres: alternate universe, romance| Smut: none (brief mention)
Word count: 27081 | Status: complete
My comment: It’s a finished Clintasha medieval AU! How rare!
Sir Nicholas Fury, Slayer of Evil and Defender of the Realm, lay collapsed against a squat tree. Steve knelt in front of the wounded knight, squeezing water from a cloth into Fury’s mouth, but it was of no use. He was fading, and fading fast. A spear wound to his side had become infected. There was nothing either of his squires could do.
“Barton and Rogers. Listen up.” Fury’s voice was gruff and authoritative, even as he approached death. “This land is a shithole, and if you stay here much longer you’ll be the ones at the receiving end of a spear.” He coughed, flecks of blood landing on his armor.
“Tell me something I don’t already know, sir,” Clint said, hiding his grief at his master’s illness behind snark. Fury wouldn’t want tears.
“Shut it, Barton. I don’t have much time left.” Fury took a steadying breath, then winced at the pain. “When I came here I had hope of lands and a wife if I served long enough. You two don’t have that. You do have my armor and my horses. Take them, and go on the tourney. Make your money from the noble bastards and get out.”
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➸ Spare Me Over Another Year by CloudAtlas
Warnings: character death (but not really)
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Bobbi, Pepper
Genres: alternate universe, romance, hurt/comfort | Smut: none
Word count: 9324 | Status: complete
My comment: Clintasha AU, where Natasha is the Angel of Death. It’s heartbreaking, it’s brutal, it’s beautiful.
She remembers very little of her actual, human, life. Only flashes and sensations. She remembers the smell of the animals, and of fur pelts; the cold of the snow and the warmth of the fire.
Long ago, when she was a young woman, she was accused of practicing magic; a child she had been tending had fallen ill and died. It was not her fault, she had tried to save the girl, but she could not and she was cast out of her village.
She died in the snow in the forest where she grew up.
The Elders of her village told stories then, about the woman in the forest who killed and ate children. The lone woman became three, who became sisters, who became old and deformed, living in a walking house and flying through the sky in a bowl, helping or waylaying travellers depending on their whim. And eventually those three sisters were given a name – Baba Yaga.
The stories were never true, not really, but they became true in a way. She shifts – changes with the telling, because she was never really dead, see? She woke up in that same snow the next day. She dug herself out of the snow knowing that she could never go back, could never again show her face in the village in the forest where she grew up, because she was dead.
But not really.
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➸ La Belle et La Bête by ShaiWinchester
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Mcu!Avengers
Genres: alternate universe, romance, fluff (?) | Smut: none
Word count: 21469 | Status: indefinite hiatus
My comment: I can only hope that this fic ruins you just as much as it ruined me.
“I like to live away from others, so in my search for a home I was much selected. I needed solitude and a place to sleep, that was it,” Clint told her as they entered the door. He held onto her hand tightly and brought her inside with him. Her long white dress dragged on the floor and the pearls around her neck felt like ice.
Natasha’s eyes wandered around with curiosity. The floors were polished wood and the walls were stone, but decorated. There was the most lavish of furniture, but none of it looked very comfortable. It was very dark, except for candles and torches selectively placed. The castle seemed as if no one lived in it, but yet he did… all alone, until now.
“Don’t you freeze to death, Lord Barton?” she wondered aloud. A chill came through her body and she shivered. He chuckled and pulled her closer to him as they walked.
“I like the cold, but you shall be fine here,” he responded.
“What does that mean?” Her brow furrowed in confusion.
“You’ll see, my love,” Clint mused and kissed her on the forehead before they moved forward again. His affection for her seemed to heighten as they moved further into his home. At their wedding he barely touched her, but now he practically cradled her to him.
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➸ 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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➸ To Fall Asleep, and Wake (series) by scribblemyname
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Bucky, Steve
Genres: angst, romance | Smut: none
Word count: 4656 | Status: work in progress
My comment: A beautifully written fic where Clint and Natasha shares a life bond.
Clint nodded to his partner when she appeared on the SHIELD gym floor. The gym bordered on empty this time of morning (before dawn, four a.m.), but he liked to come in early for his other training and get it out of the way so he could spend his best hours at the range practicing archery. Natasha on the other hand seemed to be built for early hours, and some days he had watched her spend more than six hours training before breakfast. Today was the first day training together since… Well, after.
He watched her idly while he ran through basic exercises before moving to weights.
She pulled on her boxing gloves and attacked a punching bag with fists, kicks, and twisting moves he was fairly certain would throw his joints out of whack before causing any harm to his opponents. It was a well-known fact that Natasha was far better than Clint at close combat, and he was staring at the reason why.
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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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➸ Cocktails on the Balcony by Artemis_Day
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: fluff, romance | Smut: none
Word count: 1263 | Status: complete
My comment: If you’re a bit down and looking for cute fluff, this will be the one for you, because who doesn’t like to see them flirt in an undercover mission?
It’s a calm summer night in Tuscany, but Clint can’t really enjoy himself. It would be one thing if he was spending the night alone, sitting in the tallest tree he could find with the wind in his hair and the leaves under his boots. It’s no coincidence that his codename is Hawkeye. He’s always felt the most alive in a makeshift nest with the world at his feet.
The real problem is that Italy has never agreed with him. Too warm all the time. He’s more partial to Sweden and other Scandinavian countries.
There is one very good reason that he’s standing out on this balcony in the middle of the dreariest cocktail party in the history of dreary cocktail parties, dressed to the nines in his finest monkey suit, and trying to forget that his wine is of the wrong label and far too dry. It’s not the bomber who’s sent a dozen anonymous threats to blow this whole place sky high tonight, and it’s definitely not to sample the high class Hors d'oeuvres (which all taste like stale balloons to Clint’s low class American tastes). The real reason is in a curve hugging red dress, swaying her hips for the balding old man she’s been charming information out of for ten minutes.
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➸ Intimacy by eiluned
Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: angst, hurt/comfort, romance | Smut: yes, explicit
Word count: 8696 | Status: complete
My comment: Beautiful story on Clint and Natasha’s developing trust and relationship.
Natasha likes sex very much. She just doesn’t like intimacy.
Intimacy means opening herself up to another person, letting them get close enough to her that they could hurt her, and that’s the complete opposite of everything she’s ever been trained for.
She likes the feel of a cock inside of her, and she likes the way a man moans when she makes him lose control. She enjoys it, enjoys the power she has over him, the control over his pleasure, but she always kicks him out afterward and takes care of herself. She needs all of that control in her own hands, and she’s never wanted to come during sex itself. She just stores away the sensations, the faceless pleasure of pinning a man down, the dominant surge of arousal, and saves her own release for the quiet dark of her own room.
But then Clint insinuates himself into her life.
It’s a few years before they have sex. He’s gentlemanly with her, which amuses her to no end. He hits on anyone attractive, but with her, he keeps a polite distance. That isn’t to say he doesn’t flirt with her, tease her, make her actually like him as opposed to just tolerating his presence in her life, because he does all of that and more. She knows he wants her because she’s trained to know things like that. But he respects her, which is a refreshing change.
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