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08 July 2013 @ 10:29 am
Promptathon 2013  
Hello, lovely patrons of the bar! It is now the month of July. Do you know what that means? It’s time for:

The Good Ship C/N Promptathon
of Magic and Joy: Round 2

Are you excited? I know I am!

RULES ON POSTING SUBMISSIONS
(please read before you post! <3)


The Rules. Just follow these three easy steps!

1. Leave a Prompt.
Prompts can be anything--simple or elaborate, words or pictures, songs or poems, lyrics or phrases. Anything that, to you, inspires a C/N fanwork. Use your imagination. Go crazy. All we ask is that you place anything NSFW under a cut or link, use trigger warnings when appropriate, and place anything spoiler-y under a cut with a warning. If you’re posting large images, please be mindful of members with slower Internet connections and place the image under a cut or link. Also, try to be as specific as you can with your prompts--this is often very helpful to those creating the fanwork.

And leave as many prompts as you want. I’m serious. Keep coming back, y’all. We want all the prompts we can possibly get Also, be sure to leave each prompt as a separate comment.

2. Wait a week.
Keep leaving prompts and plan your fanworks! This is a time for celebration and creating all of the things.

3. Submit C/N fanwork like there is no tomorrow.
All submissions should either be posted here or linked to this post via a comment. We will make an official post about rules in the time leading up to submissions. Please read it before posting, as responsible partying is to be encouraged at all times.

Timeline

Prompting starts today, July 7th (or 8th if you’re in my part of the world ;) ), and will remain open until July 17th. Submissions will start on July 17th, and will remain open until August 1.

What we hope to accomplish with all this promptathon-iness:

  • A chance to get in the game. Been wanting to jump into the C/N fanwork scene but not sure where to start? Now’s the time. There’s no length requirement on the works submitted, you can focus on drabbles and vidlets and short and sweet projects (or do longer more epic stuff if that strikes your fancy as well).  It’s really entirely up to you. We’re just hoping to provide a fun, no-pressure environment.


  • Meet new and awesome people. Newbie or lurker? Here is the perfect opportunity to say hello!

  • Ship like you’ve never shipped before.

If you have any questions, feel free to contact the mod team.

Have fun, everyone!
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[identity profile] alphaflyer.livejournal.com on July 18th, 2013 01:43 pm (UTC)
FIC: AfterMath
Title: AfterMath
Author: alphaflyer
Rating: Teen
Characters/Pairings: Clint/Natasha
Disclaimer: All I own is a stack of unreimbursed travel receipts (not to mention the bill for the antibiotics)
Warnings: None, except for a bit of swearing and assassin-level violence
Summary: Paperwork sucks, especially when you're having to calculate the cost of things you'd rather not tally.

____________

“I fucking hate paperwork.”

“It gets done more quickly if you don’t waste energy whining about it, Clint.”

He glares at her across their respective desks, which are pushed together in true S.H.I.E.L.D. space-saving fashion. It’s only Strike Team Delta’s “seniority” -- and perhaps Barton’s way with impromptu projectiles when forced to sit at a desk -- that has resulted in them having an actual, if tiny, office, rather than being stuck in Dilbert World on the lower decks.

His side of the double desk is currently covered in paper. Meal receipts, boarding passes, those CCTV tapes he removed from the hotel in Berlin. Plus several blank claims forms, because he always messes something up and has to start over again.

Horizontal filing, he calls his approach. Everything within easy reach. Of course, the way he tends to go about things, the system morphs into geological stratification pretty quickly. (Until Natasha started riding herd on her partner – and Accounting insisted they file their expenses together -- he used to pile up receipts until they required carbon dating, not to mention give Finance conniptions when they eventually had to issue five-figure reimbursement cheques.)

“Whining helps me focus,” he says, and runs his hand through his spiky hair, causing it to stand up even more than usual. Natasha suppresses the urge to lean across and smooth it down. (It actually looks quite soft, despite those spikes.)

“Then focus. Are you claiming for dinner for that evening we had hors d’oeuvres at the reception?”

Accounting values consistency, and has been known to check up on them. They still don’t trust her. Or him. Them.>/i>

“You mean that thing at the Japanese ambassador’s? All they had was raw fucking fish, in fancy little shapes. Had to order room service pizza afterwards so I wouldn’t starve. I’m sure as hell claiming that.”

Natasha rolls her eyes. Clint will happily eat Chinese takeout three times a day and won’t blink at a paint-stripper caliber Vindaloo, but nice, healthy sushi? Philistine.

“I’m resubmitting the claim for my t-shirt, by the way,” he says, à propos of nothing. Her pen pauses in midair as she ponders the implications.

“That was three missions ago, Clint. Odessa. Plus, they’ve rejected it three times already.”

“Point of principle,” he shrugs. “Bullet hole in the line of duty. And the blood didn’t come out, either. My favourite Springsteen shirt, from the Born In The USA tour, 1985. A fucking antique, up there with Coulson’s trading cards. D’you know how much I paid for that thing on e-Bay…?”

He’s on a rant now; there’s no way to stop him, and so she doesn’t even bother to try.

“… and all they want to give me is the standard $14.99 for, Quote, personal t-shirt lost on mission, End Quote. I figure I’ll wear them down eventually, if they have to recalculate my claims every time they insist on taking it out.”

Really, what is there to say? He has a point, even if his stubbornness will probably hold up settlement of both their claims until beyond the due date for the S.H.I.E.L.D. AmEx bill; they’ll both get snippy e-mails from Accounting if they don’t pay it off.

Clint scrunches up his nose and studies a red-stained piece of paper.

“What’d we take a taxi from or to on the thirteenth? Involving blood?”

.............................


Rea the full story here:

AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/888359)

or here:

FFN (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9503894/1/)

Edited for two small fixes in the quoted text.


Edited 2013-07-18 03:30 pm (UTC)