be_compromised | Promptathon 2014

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Promptathon 2014

The Good Ship C/N Promptathon
of Magic and Joy: Round 3

Break out the confetti canons!!

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 WILD. 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. As this is a Clint/Natasha promptathon, your prompts and fanworks can include other characters, but the central focus must be on Clint and/or Natasha. If you’re posting large images, please be mindful of members with slower Internet connections and place the image under a cut or link.

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. Work hard, shippers.

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, August 2^nd and will remain open until August 9^th. Submissions will start on August 16^th, and will remain open until August 31^st. It is, in fact, A WHOLE MONTH OF PROMPTATHON.

If you can’t complete your fanwork by August 31^st, that’s okay. You’re still welcome to post your fanwork to the community! However, the promptathon masterlist will only include fanworks from August 16-31.

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. If all you want to do is post prompts and share in the squee, that’s fine too!

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. Now fly, my pretties, fly!

SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW CLOSED.

Thanks to everyone who participated!

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Awww!!!! I love protective Kate.

Me too! I headcanon her as getting along with Natasha, but she's had cause to be protective of Clint in both of the fics I've written with her in them.

Also, I LOVE your icon. Bby!Natasha for the win.

Natasha woke to the muffled sounds of the city starting its day. Calloused fingers stroked feather-light along her side, over her hip, tracing patterns on her skin. Stretching, she snuggled closer to the muscled body spooned behind her. “Good morning,” she hummed.

“Morning,” Clint replied, voice husky in her ear. His hand slid across her belly, pressing her tighter against him. The morning sun was warm; Clint’s lips on her neck were warmer. “Breakfast?”

“Later,” she said, turning over and kissing him deeply.

“Much later,” Clint agreed, rolling her beneath him into the bright patch of sunshine across the bed.

Lovely and snuggly and perfect. :warm fuzzies:

Mmmmm.

Replying to my own prompt, because I'm classy like that. :D

Warnings: Minor violence, and characters confronting phobias. References to past physical and sexual child abuse, rape, and religious indoctrination.

When a redheaded stranger convinces Clint to apply to the Amazing Race as her partner, he doesn't think anything will come of it. It turns out pretending to be an engaged couple and getting into the Race is easy. Staying alive, and dealing with past enemies? That might take more work.

On Ao3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2156802/chapters/4714350)

Edited 2014-08-19 03:09 (UTC)

yesss......

Ohhh boy. Natasha, just WHAT have you gotten yourself (and Clint!) into?

Only time will tell :)

The title credits to World War Z began to play, meaning that the no-talking-during-movies-rule had expired.

Tony, predictably, was the first to talk.

“That wasn’t as bad as people said it was going to be,” he said.

He turned to Bruce, then grinned.

“Can you imagine zombie Hulk?” he asked. “That would be amazing.”

Bruce looked nauseous at the thought.

Clint and Natasha shared a horrified look, and shuddered, simultaneously.

“What would we do in the face of zombie invasion?” Steve asked. “One bite, and it’s all over.”

Clint and Natasha exchanged another look, this time smirking.

“The assassins over there have a plan, don’t they?” Tony asked, throwing a cushion that whizzed past Clint’s ear.

“Maybe,” Natasha said.

Clint snorted. “Of course we do. Send you and Rhodey out to deal with it.”

“That’s not much of a plan.” Tony pouted.

“It’s not the only part of their plan, it’s just the part they’re willing to tell you,” Bruce said, ever perceptive.
He paused, thinking.

“In the event of zombie apocalypse they plan to kill me to prevent zombie Hulk from ever happening. I bet Natasha has already thought of three different ways to kill me soon enough to not activate the Hulk.”

Natasha maintained a poker face while Clint shrugged. They both liked Bruce, but in a zombie invasion he was uniquely vulnerable, and uniquely dangerous.

Steve got into the game. “Then you send Tony and Rhodey out to stem the flow. You probably steal one of his helicopters and leave New England. You wait out the zombie apocalypse in an isolated safe house somewhere.”

There was silence, as Clint and Natasha neither confirmed nor denied their teammate’s guesses.

“You forgot the part where we’re drinking champagne,” Natasha told them, voice calm.

Clint winked at Steve.

“Play your cards right, and you can come along.”

The gloves come off. (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2155566/chapters/4729209)

Natasha adjusted her belt, for the hundredth time. It felt weird wearing it with nothing dangerous attached. It was a shame Maria had refused her request to switch out her fake gadgets for the real deal.

Clint, on the other hand, seemed to love his garish purple outfit. He posed shamelessly in front of an eight year old girl with a bow.

“Do you know Katniss?” the eight year old asked.

Clint’s smile dimmed. “No sweetie, Katniss doesn’t belong to Disney.”

Natasha held her face in one hand. They were never going to be able to search the park properly if Clint was fired on the first day.

“You make a great Hawkeye,” the girl’s mother said, giggling.

Natasha restrained the urge to glare.

“Thanks, ma’am,” Clint replied, all carnie charm.

“Why, you could practically be an action figure, come to life,” the mom said, eyeing Clint predatorily.

The little girl looked between her mom and Clint, thoroughly bored. Natasha made a small coughing sound. Clint looked at her, and she tilted her head at the kid.

Clint bent down to talk to her face to face. “I can teach you how to shoot a bow properly.”

“Awesome!” the kid said, bouncing back from her boredom instantly.

The mother watched her child fondly, and sidled over to Natasha.

“You look like you’d make a better Cinderella than a Black Widow,” the mother whispered to Natasha. “She should be more Russian. And it’s obvious your hair is a wig. What is the park’s costume department doing? I used to be a theatre major, you know.”

Natasha nodded politely as the woman prattled on. She resolved to find the agent who had dropped a USB drive in the middle of DisneyWorld and hack into SHIELD to give them extra sparring sessions.

The little girl drew her toy bow to Clint’s satisfaction.

“Great job!” Clint exclaimed.

The mother joined them, cooing.

Natasha mentally added three more sparring sessions to the mysterious agent’s calendar. With Melinda May.

I just stumbled across this and laughed out loud (but actually).

Clint walked across the living room, started his morning pot of coffee, and turned on Natasha's electric kettle for her morning cup of tea. He was walking back to the bedroom when he noticed something was different. Three boxes were piled against the wall, and there was a painting hanging on a wall that had previously held no painting. He moved closer to it, blinking sleep from his eyes. It was a classy watercolor; one that Clint dimly remembered seeing at Natasha’s apartment.

He headed back to his bedroom, perplexed. Natasha was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, sprawled so she took up the warm space he had just vacated.

“Tasha,” he called.

“Mmmmm,” she answered.

"I need to ask you about something," he said.

She opened her eyes and sat up, the sheets falling from her naked form.

Clint sucked in a breath. What was he going to ask her again? He closed his eyes. Right, the watercolor.

“Why is your watercolor on my wall?” he asked, and opened his eyes again.

Natasha looked like a goddess in the morning light, one that could dispense either divine retribution or blessing. He felt like an unkempt slob in comparison.

“Oh, that. My landlord kicked me out because of Liho. I figured I’d store my stuff here until I find a new place,” she said.

“All of your stuff is three boxes and a watercolor?” Clint asked.

“The rest of my stuff was already here.” She shrugged, drawing his eyes to her chest.

“Oh,” Clint said, walking towards the bed.

She speeded his journey by pulling him forward, until he fell on top of her.

“Too much talking,” she declared, and kissed him until all thoughts of watercolors and boxes disappeared.

It wasn’t until he woke up, much later, that he realized Natasha had practically been living with him for the last several months. The boxes just made it official. He should probably ask her for rent at some point.

Adorable!

Hah! Of COURSE they have a plan!

Oooooohhhhhhhhh boy. Definitely going to get SUPER ugly before it gets any better, huh?

*SPORFLE* Poor Natasha. And again, circusboy!Clint strikes again. XD

Awww!!!

(or on AO3)

If you have to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man....A good man will kill you with hardly a word.

There were no good men in her business. Natasha always had time to talk, seduce, fight, or squirm her way out from anyone who tried to kill her because all of them took at least the tiniest moment to relish that they had the Black Widow in their power.

Then Clint Barton shot an arrow through her shoulder, and the only reason she had time to say a word was because he chose to ask her if she wanted a deal.

"If I say no?" she asked, chin high.

He drew the arrow fractionally tauter, and she knew his answer plainly. Natasha wouldn't talk him out of this or seduce, fight, or squirm her way out of trouble. He stated the terms and she accepted or she refused.

Natasha Romanoff had a healthy sense of self-preservation. She accepted the deal.

Barton neatly switched his arrow out for another and shot her other shoulder. Tranq. "I might not be there when you wake up," he told her as the sedative took effect.

"And how can I trust you?" she slurred out thickly.

"Because if I wanted you dead," he said softly, "you would be."

And perhaps it was her imagination, but his touch seemed gentle as he picked her up before the world faded to black.

Glad you liked!

Mission accomplished. I think they both deserve a hug.

I don't often visit the "Natasha was not raised to be her own person" thread, but it fit with the prompt and I have officially dipped my toes there. And I'm okay with that just knowing they'll be okay in the long run.

Lovely.

Whoot! Yes, take Steve along... *sighs dreamily*

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