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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Oh, my heart! So lovely.

Gamora flipped through a paper magazine, her fascination with the primitive technology having disappeared long ago. Peter had parked at an airport, using the ship’s shields so they could be in and out quickly. She was reduced to heavy clothing and makeup to hide her alien appearance from the denizens of this laughably backwards planet.

A human woman slid into the seat next to her. Her hair was the color of fire and her movements were smooth. Gamora could not tell if the woman was a warrior or a dancer, which troubled her.

“Good evening,” the human woman said.

Her expression gave nothing away. She was a warrior, Gamora decided.

“Hello, how are you?” Gamora responded, the words Peter had told her to use in response to all inquiries.

“Just wondering what you’re doing in this area of space,” the woman replied, casually, as if she dealt with aliens everyday.

Gamora reached for the stiletto knife inside her boot, only to find it missing.

“There doesn’t need to be any trouble,” the warrior woman told Gamora.

Gamora never should have let Peter convince her they needed to come to this rock. She sighed, and decided for honesty. If necessary, she could fight her way back to the ship.

“My friend is illegally downloading your world’s music. We will be leaving shortly,” she told the warrior woman.

The woman gave her back her stiletto, using the magazine to hide it from the ancient cameras that this planet used as an almost omnipresent security device.

“Enjoy your stay.” The warrior woman left with what was either a smile or a smirk.

Humans were more interesting than their magazines, Gamora decided.

Utterly, utterly priceless. THANK YOU!

Love the idea of Natasha as the WIB, guarding the Earth against alien intruders.

And "illegally downloading your world's music." Quill isn't even there, and he's in character! :-)

:sporfle:

*SPORFLE* OF COURSE HE IS. XDXD

When Natalia Romanova first arrived at SHIELD (this is a euphemism, and all is not as the stories are told), she didn't really eat.

"Natasha Romanoff," she corrected brusquely across the table from Coulson.

Coulson was doing an admirable job of being patient and understanding and treating her like a valued new recruit rather than a dangerous threat who had probably determined twelve different ways to dispatch him using nothing more than her sandwich and plate, but Clint could see the faint frustration in the lines around Coulson's mouth. Natasha was being polite but uncooperative.

Clint watched the food move around and around on her plate. She had carefully picked the lettuce out of her sandwich, shredded it into tiny pieces, and replaced it again. She had cut it into eight pieces with her butter knife and spread the mustard more. She'd even chopped her sliced tomatoes, but she had yet to eat more than the tiniest nibble, and he suspected she hadn't swallowed it.

It was another point of her declining to cooperate. It wasn't just a quirk.

(rest on AO3)

Love!! The kitchen fire fiasco was probably my favorite bit - I would LOVE to know how that happened... XD

So glad you liked!

Thank you! I did poke at Natasha to spill and got a tight-lipped refusal with the sidenote that officially, it was all Maria's fault.

Bwahahaha, perfect! And I haven't even seen Guardians of the Galaxy yet ;)

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"Clint!" Natasha hovered menacingly over her coworker's cubicle. "That's not a bug. Stop kicking it back to me."

Clint grinned up at the IT programmer. "The indents are off."

He had to be the most stubborn SQA Natasha had to deal with.

She narrowed her eyes and reminded him again, "Our site doesn't have indents and we're not doing a workaround, so no. I'm not going to make it look like a list."

Grudgingly Clint sighed. "Then put a note on the bug that you're deferring it instead of saying you fixed it."

"We're not deferring it, Clint!" Natasha growled. "It's not a bug."

"Fine, fine." He added a 'not an error' tag to the bug and closed it. "You happy?"

She crossed her arms. "Now about that other bug…"

"Nope. Not listening. Don't care," Clint steamrollered right over her protest. "You only get one rescinded bug a day. And yes, whoever designed that navigation menu did a—"

She put a hand over his mouth and raised an eyebrow. The boss didn't exactly like It when anyone cussed.

"Lousy job then," Clint groused. "Ship it to whoever's responsible, but it's a problem and it needs to be fixed."

"It's not my job. It's Pepper's job."

"Email her then." He clicked around and added another bug to the queue. "We are using AP style, right?"

"Nitpicker."

"You love it."

Natasha sighed, cut her losses, and headed back to her desk. She opened the new bug notification and stared at the comment. She was going to kill him—impale him with his own 'lucky' arrow. She picked up the phone and dialed his extension.

"You rang?" She could hear his smug grin.

"No, I will not go on a date with you if you ever ask me via Bugherd ever, ever again." She slammed down the phone.

An email popped up in her box.

Movie night still on?

She groaned and resisted the urge to bang her head on her desk. Fine.

Bwahahahahahaha, fabulous! My dad is a software engineer, so this just cracks me up SO MUCH (don't know all that much about computers other than the usual stuff, though. If I ever have problems, dad is the first person I call XD).

I figure there are a few randoms visiting Earth every once in a while that don't require the full Avengers mobilization, and Natasha is a pretty good representative of Earth to send in those circumstances :)

Thanks :) And I hope you enjoy it!

So, uhm. The bad news is, I so totally won't get this done in time for the promptathon deadline. The good news is, since it muscled my originally planned Marvel Bang fic straight out of the way this past month and right now stands at 11k anyway, I basically went 'ah, fuck it' and submitted it for the bang instead. Which means it'll get posted later, but it will, definitely, get posted. I don't really have a choice on the matter anymore now, lol.

You know. In case it's of interest. XD

Edited 2014-08-27 21:17 (UTC)

Quite pleased anyway. :grins:

Happy to hear that. XD

So glad you liked. I've been knee-deep in getting bugs kicked back to me as "not an error", so I decided to take it out on them.

(because your prompt was so great you get two fills! this time it's Nat reading Clint's will!)

It’s cruelly, irritatingly sunny when Natasha wakes. It’s spring in New York and beautiful, and she’s been staying at Clint’s Brooklyn apartment for the past few weeks waiting for him to come home from an undercover mission, half because she doesn’t have anywhere else to go, half because there’s a slight dip in the mattress where Clint likes to sleep and Natasha gets lonely sometimes. Natasha was thinking of asking, when he got back, if she could stay for a while, maybe forever, but now, she thinks bitterly as she curls herself as small as she can on Clint’s side of the bed, now she won’t have to.

It’s been a little over a week since the notice from what’s left of SHIELD came in the mail, dated two weeks ago, stapled shut in a manila envelope with a large, red CONFIDENTIAL stamp on it, and Natasha took one look at the death certificate enclosed and threw the envelope across the room, feeling like she was going to vomit.

Read @ AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2212029)

Oh, my heart!!! Torn to itty-bitty shreds by this.

I admit nothing... (Except that I liked this -- which is pretty much how my Kidlet and I watch Firefly.)

Second Mouse. Seriously. That story is the reason I went and checked out Firefly.

Glad you liked the story. :grins:

Natasha shook her head at Clint as he shot her a grin of pure enthusiastic enjoyment. She curled under his arm on Thor's couch and leaned into him. She was wearing specimen #28 of her infamous t-shirt collection, a black number with a red hourglass on the front. He was wearing his matching purple bullseye t-shirt, and they were both wearing kilts in honor of their friend Moira's birthday.

"You're frighteningly adorable," Charles told them as he eyed Moira across the room over his bottle of root beer. He'd been pining after Moira all semester.

"Just ask her out," Clint told him for the umpteenth time.

"Preferably for dinner on Valentine's Day," Natasha added. "I have a bet in the pool."

Charles flushed red and sputtered.

Tony Stark bumped up behind him before Charles could say anything. "And it's the lovebirds, wearing…" He blinked at the pair of them. He liked taking loud note of Natasha's t-shirts, but this was new. "Katniss, you're wearing a skirt?"

Clint rolled his eyes. "It's called a kilt."

"That, man, is a skirt," Tony disagreed.

"He looks good in anything," Natasha deadpanned.

"Ha!" Tony prided himself on looking good in anything, and it was a calculated shot. He shook a finger at Clint. "I dare you to wear a real skirt. You know, miniskirt out of your girlfriend's closet type skirt."

Everyone in hearing range groaned because it was no great secret that Clint Barton, archery captain and part-time carnie, had not an ounce of shame in his body.

He grinned sharply and answered, "When?"

(rest on AO3)

In the field, nothing had changed. Clint covered Natasha with thorough precision; Natasha fought beside him seamlessly in hand-to-hand. If the other Avengers only saw them on the field together, heard the way they interacted while working, they would never think that anything was different.

But off the field, sliding out of gear and breaking down, even passing each other in the halls of the Avengers Tower or sitting on the couch during movie nights, something painful and nameless stuttered between them. Their silence seemed less of a bridge and more of real distance.

Polite, sideways inquiries yielded no useful answers. Direct questioning—"Hey, what's wrong, you two? Did you fight?"—earned only unreadable expressions and continued silence. They didn't avoid each other, but neither did they seek each other out.

"And let's face it, cap," Tony added after his latest failed attempt to draw them out, "that means something's the matter, and for the sake of the team, we shouldn't let it lie."

While it didn't affect the team, Steve told him to let it lie.

(rest on AO3)

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