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no because this kudos to hits ratio is insane

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clintasha - here i am alone between the heavens and the embers

summary: natasha didn't want to listen to all the saved and ignored voicemail from clint after his death. but for him, she'd do anything.

she tapped on the small icon on her phone. “would you like to listen to all saved messages?” another tap. another beep. “please enter your pin to access your voicemail.” six precise taps. a gentle beep at the end. “access granted.”

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62394946

tw: death, mentions of suicide

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USED THE WRONG ACCOUNT

ninety-nine rubber ducks

new clintasha fic translation!!!

summary:

Natasha hid ninety-nine rubber ducks in Clint's farm. He spent a long time trying to find all of them.

He checked the fridge after his shower, and was immediately greeted by a rubber duck staring back at him with its black, beady eyes, body slightly larger than the rest he found. "13."

link to translation: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62300941

link to original [chinese]: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58759345

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i'm going to lock in for 2025 istg

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live for me - natasha romanoff fic

summary: if there's one thing Natasha learned from it all, it was that everyone dies alone. but that's okay, because if you truly lived, if you meant something, anything, to someone, if you found the strength to love through the pain, then you're still living in the memories of the people you loved.

chapter one: clint

Budapest was so much emptier without Natasha. 

The streets of Budapest were still bustling with merchants selling their crafts, calling out to the tourists that traversed the city, looking for the best spots for group selfies.

But Clint wasn't here for relaxation. As soon as he got off the plane, he headed straight to the nearby bus stop, where he got in line to buy a shuttle ticket. The line moved fast, and the couple in front of him left without tickets because of some "currency exchange issue."

"One ticket to Keleti Station." 

"One way?" The man in the booth peered at him over his shades. Clint nodded in response. "2200 forints." 

Clint handed him the bills he had prepared beforehand silently. "In five minutes," the man explained as he slid the ticket to him, and Clint murmured a quiet thank you before he left.

The entire bus ride, he looked out the window at the familiar sights he last saw in 2003. 

Keleti train station was big, and hard to navigate. Nothing compared to Grand Central Terminal, but the signs in Hungarian didn't give much information. He weaved through the crowd, trying to locate the ticket counter.

As a solo archer, he wasn't sure why him being alone felt so...off. 

He boarded his train half an hour later, and they arrived at his destination within twenty minutes.

"We have arrived at Budapest Nyugati Station," a bright voice chirped from the speakers. "To transfer to Deli Station, please exit from the right for metro line 3 or M3, or..." Clint tuned out the station broadcast, drawing his jacket more tightly around his body as he walked briskly from the train tracks.

He still knew these paths by heart.

Towards the end of the exit, he spotted the vent cover they escaped into last time. He was tempted to just open it right there and then, but it was broad daylight, and he didn't want to cause a fiasco by climbing into the air duct in front of all these people. 

He slipped into a hall by the main area, where another vent cover sat on the ceiling. Glancing around anxiously, he scaled the wall, hauling himself into the vent.

The vent was smaller than he remembered. He crawled along awkwardly, occasionally glancing upwards at the little drawings Natasha made, next to their sad attempts of tic-tac-toe to amuse themselves.

He eventually stopped at a turning point of the vent, and started digging through the cracks of their old hideout, where candy wrappers and empty bottles remained. His hand caught on something loose, and he pulled it out, stuffing it into his pocket without a glance.

The vent felt weirdly suffocating.

He crawled forward to the next exit of the vent, opened the cover with a slight squeak that made him wince. Making sure no one passed by the empty hallway, he jumped down quietly, closing the cover with his motion.

He stopped before making it out of the hall and back to the main station, retrieving whatever he found from the pocket of his jeans.

It was a photo of him and Natasha in front of Liberty Square, eyes squinting at the camera. He wasn't sure how he got her to agree to the picture in the first place, but he wasn't about to dwell on it. He found the picture, and it was all that mattered. 

He flipped the photo to reveal a date hastily written on in permanent marker: April 24th, 2003.

"We were so young", he muttered to himself. He turned back to the side with their picture, and inspected their faces. He was smiling broadly, stance relaxed, while Natasha only gave a slight grimace. "I hope you're in a better place now." 

He pocketed the photo with a sigh, and left without looking back.

~

ao3 link if y'all wanna leave some kudos <3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/61978525/chapters/158489269

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omgg i see that you've left a kudos already hahaha

but here's the link for the rest of y'all!!!

hey guys, want yall's opinion but I found this interesting clintasha fic on ao3 that talks about clint (failing to) cope after natasha's death, but it's in CHINESE. being the resident chinese girlie here would you guys be interested in a potential translation? it has mentions of alcohol, medication, and overdose

if yall find fics in chinese that you want translated, feel free to hit me up as well i'd totally consider it!!

also dropping ao3 link here

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this was a life worth living - clintasha fic

"Have you ever thought about stopping time?" Clint asked. "So that you'd live in this moment forever and ever?" Natasha shook her head. "I think the future still has some things in store for me. I want to live it all fully." She smiled up at him, and he returned the gesture. "Then let's go together." ~ The universe was vast and empty, and they were the bloodiness of a gunshot, the melancholy of a cry. And the future? The future was just ahead.

The unwritten stories of love, loss, and so much more that came with the life they chose.

link here

new fic I'm translating from chinese to english!! was just really excited so I posted this xDD currently writing the first chapter, and it's stuff like this that makes writing so fun <33 it's also my first attempt at writing smut soooo slightly scared??

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Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

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mcu fic!!

Clint sincerely hoped Sam was wrong, because there is no way in hell this girl could be a Widow. Based on what Natasha had told him before she sacrificed herself, the Red Room was a fucked up place that got the end it deserved when Nat and Yelena lit it up. And it would definitely fuck everything up if it really was back.

~

"And Clint?" Sam asked.

Clint hummed in reply. "Yeah?"

"Regardless of whether this girl is a widow, I think Natasha would've wanted us to help her."

~

basically a Clint based fic that's about the reappearance of the Red Room. Mentions of heavy topics, check tags please <3

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of love and sweet treats

[part 3 of my pjo drabbles series "of love and..."]

♡ solangelo one-shot!!

♡ ao3 link here

♡ summary: Will buys a box of chocolate for Halloween, and decides to hide it in a cabinet so Nico doesn't find it...except the plan fails spectacularly. Nico ends up impulsively eating the entire box at midnight, and then proceeds to try and pretend he knows nothing about it when Will asks questions.

♡ as always, open to any ship/prompt requests!!

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part of me lost hope (and part of me just can't let go)

NEW MCU FIC OUT ON AO3 AND FFNET!!!

SUMMARY: It started with faint noises. Doctors told him that it was normal for patients with acquired hearing impairment to develop audio hallucination.

And then he started hearing Natasha's voice.

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"Are you an illusion?"

Natasha only smiled, leaning onto his shoulder. I can't be real anymore.

~

OR: Clint struggles to cope after Natasha's death.

...

TW: substance abuse, alcohol, medication, and slight mentions of self harm.

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Reblog if you want a shitty summary of your blog in your inbox.

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hey guys, want yall's opinion but I found this interesting clintasha fic on ao3 that talks about clint (failing to) cope after natasha's death, but it's in CHINESE. being the resident chinese girlie here would you guys be interested in a potential translation? it has mentions of alcohol, medication, and overdose

if yall find fics in chinese that you want translated, feel free to hit me up as well i'd totally consider it!!

also dropping ao3 link here

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i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping

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totally did not scream when i saw your comments <3

♡ part two of my new pjo ships series: of love and... ♡

Of Love and Burnt Cookies: Sally and Paul go on vacation for a month, and Percy misses his mom's infamous blue cookies. Naturally, being the amazing girlfriend she is, Annabeth tries to recreate them, but Percy is pretty sure they're biohazards.

extremely short fluffy one-shot on my ao3 here :)

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♡ part two of my new pjo ships series: of love and... ♡

Of Love and Burnt Cookies: Sally and Paul go on vacation for a month, and Percy misses his mom's infamous blue cookies. Naturally, being the amazing girlfriend she is, Annabeth tries to recreate them, but Percy is pretty sure they're biohazards.

extremely short fluffy one-shot on my ao3 here :)

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♡ part one of my new pjo shipping series: of love and... ♡

Of Love and Oversized Hoodies Annabeth keeps stealing Percy's clothes, and he lets her, because she looks "so cute" in them. Problem? Percy is steadily running out of clothes.

extremely short fluffy one-shot on my ao3 here and my ffnet here :)