Dystopian future AU. GIMME.

...stop leaving prompts that I can't un-see! *wimpers*

lar_laughs left this prompt at last year's Valentine's day promptathon and I just really love it :) So there:

I'm sorry... How she hated those words in his mouth. (http://nami64.tumblr.com/post/25028634089/im-sorry-how-she-hated-those-words-in-his/) Everything was her fault: her sources double-crossed them and the simple meeting in a car park ended up in gunfight and -his- blood all over the ground, the mark disappearing with the briefcase.

But it was Clint. He has always felt responsible for her since the day he brought back an ex-KGB spy to the SHIELD and Fury said: “Fine, but she is under your responsibility Agent Barton.” Things have changed since then, except him.
She silently swore to rip the heart (and probably some other useless organs) out of this mark.


Edited 2014-02-04 08:38 pm (UTC)

Scarlet Pimpernel AU.

My god, YES.

Clint felt a surge of ... something ancient and primeval, the moment [Igor Ilyich Berdenko's/Steve Rogers' -- take your pick] lips touched Natasha's collar bone. Of course, the timing could have been better.

Edited 2014-02-04 10:12 pm (UTC)

And she wants you to steal and get caught. For she loves you for all that you're not [Falling Down, Tom Waits]

Wah I love this one. LOOOVE.

How does their lovemaking change when Clint loses his hearing? Or does it change at all? Maybe he has been deaf all along but Natasha didn't know. How does it affect their affections when she finds out?

Author Note: um, I also kind of filled my own prompt of He likes to look (to see that it’s her). She likes to be touched (to know that it’s him). Oops.


Eyes Wide


He likes to see her, and that doesn’t just mean watching. As hot as it is when she fucks herself on her fingers, eyes hooded and wearing nothing but a wicked, wicked smile while he sits there with broken ribs or drugged up to his eyeballs or otherwise incapable of joining in… Yeah, it’s hot (and mean, and you’d think he’d learn to avoid being injured more often by now with that kind of incentive), but he likes to see, needs to, and there’s a difference.

When she breathes damp against his neck, tightens her thighs around his waist, and shakes beneath his hands, he can feel that her body appreciates the attention, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s enjoying herself.

It’s rare that Natasha slips away into bad memories during sex, but it can happen. Less rare, but still unusual, are the times that she falls into work mode; sex as rote, as a means to an end, as part of someone else’s life that she’s pretending to live. More common are the days when she forgets herself because she’s concentrating on him, because she finds it more natural to give pleasure than to receive it, because it’s taken her a long time to see sex as something that can be fun, as something that she can want.

And when it comes to wanting, none of that is on Clint’s list. He likes the people he loves to be safe. He likes his partners to enjoy themselves. He likes it when he gets to make them feel so much that they can’t think about reciprocating.

His sight has always been his sharpest sense, but when he had his hearing it was easier to read people, especially when blood headed south and brain functions became somewhat difficult. Now, with his hearing imperfect even when he wears his aids and with touch unreliable, Clint needs to see. He needs to see her.

After the incident (and it isn’t an accident, because accidents are things that aren’t self-inflicted and Clint is a SHIELD Agent and an Avenger, so he can’t really be said to have accidents anymore, but he doesn’t regret it, he won’t) Natasha grows her hair long and starts tying it back before they have sex. She makes sure that she’s always facing him. Sometimes, when he hasn’t managed to pleasure her enough to make her forget, she’s deliberately louder.

For her part, Natasha likes to be touched, needs to be. She says it’s grounding and she doesn’t say much else about it but Clint always makes sure that nakedness involves touching. Even when he can’t join in, when he’s wearing comfy clothes and bandages and she’s wearing that wicked smile, even then he reaches out a hand and rests it on the bare skin of her knee.

After she places her hand, still wet and he can smell her (and he really needs to work on the not being injured thing), on top of his. He taps Morse code messages against her skin (want and not fair and love you), his eyes fixed on their fingers as she laces them together.

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries AU, aka 1920s Lady Detective and her trusty police detective sidekick, tons of UST...

AAAHHHH!!!
Someone else who's awesome enough to love this show!

(currently switching between two MFMM fics for bigbangs and one BlackHawk - and trying to work out what to fill for this promptathon. My life is filled with suffering)

i'll sink us to swim :)

The problem with watching movies together is that Clint falls asleep. Every freaking time.

I laughed. Then I thought about it and...what if Clint's spent so much time watching things that are far more engaging, because he has a stake in them? Like a live circus show (got to please the audience), the parents are fighting again show (got to know when to duck), watching through a sniper's scope (to know if and when to act)...that movies, tv, well stuff that's not real not like news or what hae you,it's just not something he can pay attention to, it's things happening that he can do nothing about, so why pay attention? And his brain just switches off... Hmmm.

Fantasy AU. PLEASE.

Hmm... would gaslight fantasy do? (think steampunk with magic instead) Because I'm working on something on those lines already, and I could do an extract, maybe...

Crossover or fusion with Legend of the Seeker.

Clint and Natasha (and other Avengers/MCU characters) live in percy jackson world, aka they're half gods. I would love to see this one - if nothing else, then to see who everyone's parents are.

I read one of these once, but I don't think it was Clint/Natasha, it was just Avengers (but it was so long ago, I don't remember). I remember that Clint was a son of Apollo and I think(?) Natasha was a daughter of Hades. Tony was a son of Hephaestus...Thor was son of Zeus (because who else could be be??)... I really can't remember Steve or Bruce. Argh. I think I don't remember it well because even though it was good, it was an abandoned WIP.

Let's see...I think I would make Bruce a son of Ares (temper, temper!) and Steve a son of Athena (strategy).

I have wanted to see a full story ever since I read that first, unfinished one. Someone write this! (I would really love to, but I have negative time right now. Ack!) Wonderful prompt!!

Edited 2014-02-07 03:37 am (UTC)

Ancient Rome AU?

books are love

steampunk AU

would you accept gaslight fantasy as well? 'cause I've got something in the works in that line already.

"Home is where the hurt is." Or, you know, that whole internal monologue from Black Widow #3.

(Ow, my heart.)

Black Widow #3 is out already??? *plans trip to comic store when back in North America*

Clint and Natasha play videogames in their downtime.

I am all about the comics inspired prompts today.

Comics day for me today. I now see what you did there:D

Star Trek AU

His Dark Materials AU. Their daemons know long before they do.

Oh, I like this!

(Also reminds me that I want to reread the books :))

The first time they shared a bed.

Those last few minutes of the day, miles apart, texting/talking/emailing/communicating.

Mutual masturbation

home is the sailor, home from the sea, and the hunter home from the hill

(possibly a supernatural AU?)

Love is...writing up someone else's after mission report(s).

He likes to look (to see that it's her). She likes to be touched (to know that it's him).