AU where Natasha's runs a personals column and decides she really likes Clint's

Clint as cupid, he didn't mean to shoot her

His aim has always been the best. Clint could shoot an arrow through the eye of a needle and still hit his target. But somehow this time he'd gotten a little distracted, mostly by the flash of red hair, but his arrow had embedded itself into her shoulder. Just two inches over and he would've hit the target but now this redhead was staring right at him and oh god she might actually see him? She raised one perfect eyebrow and Clint was smitten, despite trying his best to get another arrow out of his quiver for the actual target. He let it be for now, and sauntered over. "The name's Cupid," he said, sticking his hand out. "Well, that's the title anyway. And you're gorgeous."

turns out, in the right hands, chocolate candies make great small weapons

A required Black Tie Affair with tux and slinky dress.

Ha. I think I already wrote that one. Pre-emptive prompt fill! :-)

Mission: Wedding

(Can be Clint/Natasha, a teammate or two, or someone else completely)

Author: alphaflyer
Title: "Red Wedding"
Words: App 5-6,000 when finished
Rated: Teen and up
Warnings: Movie level violence

Summary: Clint has a mission. Someone else does, too.

Author's Note: Alas, this story got away from me a bit lengthwise, and hence isn't quite finished -- but I wanted to post it before the promptathon turns into a pumpkin! (Hope the mods allow it to count...) Parts 3 and 4 should be done tomorrow, at which point I will also edit this baby and post it on AO3. Unfinished and unbeta'd because time constraints, RL and nasty cold.


Read it here (http://alphaflyer.livejournal.com/105606.html)

No one told Clint what happens to chocolates when you leave them in the car. In Abu Dhabi in July.

Aww, chocolates. LOL

"If you want to live happily ever after, hold hands and jump over the sword, that old lady said." Clint stares morosely into his beer. "We thought we'd be polite."

Omg!!!

AU where Natasha is the shop/café owner instead of Clint, and she's intrigued by him (platonic or romantic)

On Valentine's Day, the worlds most deadly assassins become the worlds most mushy assassins. And all of SHIELD/tower/whatever has to suffer.

Give me either:

1) Clint at home helping Copper and Lila with school Valentine's Day stuff. Making card boxes and/or filling out envelopes. Or maybe Cooper has a school dance or something. And then later in the day give me Clint and Laura having a night out. Maybe Natasha is babysitting. I just want happy Barton family.

Or:

2) Clint not home for Valentine's Day. Maybe lamending not being home or somehow managing to get in contact even if just briefly. Maybe Natasha asking "politely" to get his head in the game so he doesn't get them killed with his lamenting. Basically unhappy Barton family because Dad is not home.

Victorian times AU Valentines Day

A Valentine's Day card-making contest.

every valentine's day, Clint gets the same shit: wings somehow sewn onto his only clean uniform, his practice bow is replaced by a sparkly one in virulent red or pink, a kissogram or flowers or some publicly mortifying thing just as he's leaving his debriefing with Coulson.

One year he decides to actually play along, which of course, is why he's in a weird toga underwear thing when he first meets Natasha.

LET'S ANGST IT UP

5 times Clint and Natasha broke each other's hearts and one time someone else did

Ouch. Me likey...

Turns out for a secret agent/assassin/Red Room graduate, Natasha knows an awful lot of people

(5 times Clint met Natasha's exes and one time.....dealer's choice)

... she met his. \0/

Bringing this from my Secret Santa prompts:

Clint and Natasha have a habit of taking in strays, fixing them up and letting them go. One time they even took one to bed.

(STEVE. STEVE MAKE IT STEVE. Or whoever, I'm not picky)

Title: Belonging
Rating: NC17, Explicit
Characters: Natasha/Clint/Steve
Notes: Steve, Steve! I made it Steve! Because I like to follow instructions. *g* Also, to be completely honest, he's the only one I see seriously swinging either way. Besides our heroes, who I view as very sexually flexible.

Link to Ao3 posting for those not into PWP and NSFW stuff (http://archiveofourown.org/works/5956164)

Bubblefic: anything that takes place in or around a bubblebath or other body of water.

Apart for Valentine's Day

So...this is basically unbetaed and hastily written, but the deadline was approaching. I might continue this later, but for now this is what I got.

P.S. This is my first attempt at anything Avengers.

P.P.S. This ficlet was largely inspired by the song "Home" by Blake Shelton

Home

“Why the fuck do you even bother with that shit?”

Clint doesn’t bother to look up at Miller; he just folds the piece of paper with its three and a half sentences, slides it into the unmarked envelope, and seals it.

“Seriously, Barton, you must have written a hundred of those. And every one is sitting in the bottom of your footlocker. What’s the point if you’re never going to send them?” Miller punctuates the question by tossing himself on his rack.

Clint remains silent as he squats down in front of his open footlocker. He hesitates for a brief moment, before deciding that Miller knows fuck-all and tucks the unmarked envelope next to the others. He kisses his fingers, presses them to her picture, and then closes the locker and stands back up, shaking his head as he does. “She doesn’t want to hear about this shit.”

“Wow, that’s the biggest load of bullshit if I’ve ever heard it. ‘Course she does, man. She is your wife. Even if I haven’t read them, I’ve seen the letters she sends you. The woman obviously wants to hear from you, despite the fact that your lame ass isn’t anywhere near her fine one.”

“The hell you know about her ass?”

Miller responds with a knowing smirk. “Like it’d be anything else, but that’s beside the point. Point is, and I never thought I’d have to say this to a fellow Marine, but you’re being a pussy. Man the fuck up and send the goddamn letters. Or better yet, join us in the 20th century and call the girl. Or don’t they have phones out in Bumfuck, Iowa?”

“What the hell am I supposed to say? You expect me to tell her about all the shit going on here?”

“Fuck no; leave this shit storm out of it. Just tell her that you love her and miss her; that you’re alive and in one piece. Hell, Barton, its February, call her your Valentine. Just stop forcing it to be so fucking difficult.”

*~*
For their second Valentine’s Day as a married couple, the first one in which Clint was deployed, Laura received one letter, twenty pages long, with each page containing two to four sentences each. Some only half finished.

Edited 2016-02-16 08:40 pm (UTC)

Somebody forgot Valentine's Day. Are we going to have a problem?

Edited 2016-02-03 09:27 pm (UTC)

First Valentine's Day as a committed triad, any

Oh crap. You had to, didn't you? I don't think I can resist this one.

Natasha and Clint try to wrap up their missions without their usual tact and grace. All so they can be back in time for valentine's. Can either feature overkill (i.e. you say Intel gathering I say be proactive) or sheer lack of finesse (the louvre needed a remodel). Whump! compatible but not necessary

Aka 5 times Clint and Natasha gave a rush job and 1 time they didn't.

Edited 2016-02-04 01:40 am (UTC)

"What grand f--ery is this?!"

In the shadows, the mastermind laughs silently in amusement, eyes tearing.

I need to tell you that your icon amuses me greatly :D

Chocolate body paint is not as romantic as it might sound.

Apparently I can no longer ficlet (nor read instructions and dates), but have a snapshot <3


"No," she'd said.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeee-"
"I'm not wearing that. If you want to try it so much, you can wear it."
And that was how Natasha ended up sitting on the windowsill, her excessive amusement only visible in the form of a small smirk, while a brown-streaked Clint pouted on their bed and a pile of chocolate-stained wet wipes slowly grew beside him.

The first time Natasha sleeps over, the morning after is infinitely better than the panic attack she expected to have.

Edited 2016-02-04 05:39 pm (UTC)