February 7th, 2013

circus:shake some dust

Fic: Dust to Dust

My prompt for be_compromised’s Secret Santa 2012 was this gorgeous thing from sugar_fey: 1930s dustbowl AU. Clint and Natasha are members of a travelling circus. Dark/supernatural elements a la Carnivale optional but very welcome. The bones of this fic was what I started to write before my eventual gift, The Nature Of Dust, took over my brain.

Title: Dust to Dust
Rating/Warnings: PG13 for language and adult themes; highlight to view: *a burial, cootch show, 1930s sexist thinking, implied/off-screen selling of sex (consensual), reference to past domestic violence*
Length: 1,360 words
Summary: The carnival stops for a stick of a lad, nothing but bones and bones are what he’s burying. Natasha doesn’t care what his story is. She’s not a goddamn fortune-teller. Clint is a farm boy that the carnival picks up and Natasha is one of the carnival’s dancers. Avengers/Carnivàle fusion.
Author Note:I’ve only watched half of Season One of Carnivàle so far, so if there are any spoilers they’ll only be for that :)

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