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be_compromised2015-01-31 03:47 pm
VALENTINE'S MINI-PROMPTATHON 2015
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Timeline
Now (Saturday, January 31st) - February 6th 12 midnight eastern: Prompt! Prompt ALL THE THINGS!
February 7th - February 15th (midnight eastern): Fill those prompts like you've never filled prompts before!
Theme
Prompts: All things Valentine's Day or love (romantic or otherwise!) related. Friendship? UST? Developing romantic feelings? Badass mission that just so happens to involve obnoxious heart-shaped candies? All are welcome here!
Prompting
Prompts go in the comments to this post. List each prompt as its own separate comment.
Fills
Fills: Post your fill, or a link to your fill - be it fic, art, a video of you preforming an interpretive dance, etc - as a reply to the prompt comment. Please don't post your fanwork separately to the comm, otherwise b_c might explode from the squee. We'll also create a masterlist post updated as fills come in, so rest assured that everyone will see your work!
Please include title, rating, and appropriate warnings in the subject line of your fill.
Prompts may have multiple fills, please give love to your fellow creators!
Okay, best bar! Go wild!
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FIC: Lost Bet, Rated: T, No Warnings (drabble)
Natasha just smirked. "This is revenge for the purple teddy."
"I said something purple, not a teddy," he reminded her for the nth time.
She snorted, uninterested. "You said something purple from that particular store."
Clint griped but let her snap one handcuff around his wrist and the other to the bed. She had clearly modified them a bit so he couldn't slip them.
"Nice."
She ignored the complaint and straddled him. "I told you Steve already had a girlfriend."
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FIC: Never Needed To Know [PG, language]
"What is what?"
"That."
Natasha points to the perp.
"That's the scumbag you told me to take down, stat." Clint says slowly. "What the fuck does it look like?"
"No, Clint. What is that around his wrists?"
Natasha points to the handcuffs he'd managed to find on short notice. What self-respecting place doesn't have a good length of rope lying around? I mean, really.
"Oh yeah, had to improvise. I know they're not really all that strong but this guy," Clint pokes the unconscious guy with his toe, "isn't going anywhere any time soon."
Natasha is looking at the handcuffs like they're going to grow fangs and bite her.
"What?" Clint says defensively. "So they're pink and furry? So what? They work."
"Clint," Natasha says slowly, just as Coulson, May and Morse sweep into the room, "Do you know who this safe house belongs to?"
"No?" Clint draws out his answer, confused.
The pink, furry handcuffs are very prominent against the perps black tac gear and very easy to spot as people enter the room.
"It's Fury's," Natasha says quietly.
The five agents stare at the cuffs for a beat, dawning horror on their faces.
"Fuck," says Clint, quiet and forceful, and the room explodes into movement as they try and find something, anything, else to secure their prisoner with.
"Oh my God," moans Clint, as he scrabbles through kitchen drawers downstairs, "I'm gonna have to bleach my brain."
May throws him an unimpressed look.
"Look faster," she snaps.
Re: FIC: Never Needed To Know [PG, language]
And this? Pure, perfect, snicker-worthy Barton.
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