➸ Colours of My World by thiswilldrivemecrazy

Warnings: none 
Characters: Clint, Natasha 
Genres: romance, alternate universe | Smut: none 
Word count: 2428 | Status: work in progress

My comment: AU where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate. My favourite AU tbh, pity this story isn’t finished, I really hope the author intends to continue writing it!

Clint lives in a black and white world. It makes things easier, really. Targets are sharper, and he knows how things work. Stuck on a mission in the depths of Russia in winter, he knows everything is pretty much black and white anyway, until he glances down his binoculars at his target. He’s memorized her face, so he knows it’s the right person, but no-one had thought to mention her hair colour, or the brilliant green of her eyes, standing out starkly against the black and white of the terrain. He’s mesmerized by the colours and knows that he cannot take the shot. He won’t be the one to put her down. Instead, he stows his weapon, and starts to move towards her. He knows she’s dangerous, and he just has to hope she’s not going to see him as a target.
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➸ Cupid by AlphaKantSpell

Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, suicidal thoughts 
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Phil Coulson, Barney Barton
Genres: alternate universe (ish), hurt/comfort, romance | Smut: yes 
Word count: 46088 | Status: work in progress

My comment: What if Clint was actually a cupid? A cute (yet at times heartbreaking) Clintasha fic.

“Well Fuck.”
The capital F was important. It stood for “Frankly Ulcers Can Kill,” as in he felt a lethal ulcer forming because of the given circumstances. Those weren’t things a person said upon meeting the love of their life, with a capital F or otherwise. However, Clint had never been a normal person. Not even in the unusual fellow sort of sense – he was literally not a person. To be more precise he was a Cupid. ‘Match Maker, Match Maker make me a match’. That kind. He had wings and everything (though they were tiny – no bigger than a quail’s wings, not even restaurant quality). Clint even had an inexhaustible set of magic love sparking arrows, though that’s getting ahead of things.
More important than all the menial tidbits about Cupids and their duties was the fact that Clint could see the love strings that connected any random person to any other random person. They came in a multitude of colors from platonic friendly yellow to Roxanthin Red for romantic love, invisible and intangible to non Cupids. He once followed a rosebud pink line from a quiet girl on a city bus to a farm hand several miles away. The string connected the two by their ring fingers over the long distance without snagging. Clint pricked the woman with an arrow (just as invisible to her as her own love line) with an urge to stop by the farm one day soon. As far as he knew the couple was still happily married.
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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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➸ Maps by CloudAtlas

Warnings: gender dysphoria 
Characters: Clint, Natasha, Jarvis
Genres: hurt/comfort, romance | Smut: none 
Word count: 5104 | Status: complete

My comment: Is this an AU fic? No, not exactly. Natasha and Clint are soulmates here, as they should always have been. It’s a heart-warming story of how Natasha makes Clint believe in her and I’m sure it won’t cease to amuse you.

This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for, she had said, and as Natasha walks through the streets of Bed-Stuy to Clint’s apartment she thinks; maybe this time he will believe her.
Natalia Alianova Romanova was, according to SHIELD records, born sometime in the late seventies or early eighties, though they cannot confirm it as there is no birth certificate. But Natalia Alianova Romanova is not the only person Natasha has been.
She tries this every now and again. He is never the easiest person to convince, as he relies so much on his own perception and knowledge and rarely goes just on belief. However, Natasha has to admit that this is not the easiest thing to believe. Hell, even she didn’t believe it for the longest time.
But… monsters and magic. Perhaps this is the right time.
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