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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!
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Prompts may have multiple fills, please give love to your fellow creators!
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FIC: A Box of Valentine's Cheer, Rated: T, No Warnings
He glares at the next helpful sales lady to give him a pitying smile and takes another look down the aisle. Nope. Nothing else here by the name of bath bomb that smells like something remotely Natasha when she's not on a job (she smells like cotton and guns and tastes like strawberry lip gloss), and nothing that does even the slightest justice to the name of bomb.
He turns on his heel and heads back the way he came.
"You want what?" Mack looks at him like he's gone crazy.
"Bombs. For when the target's in the bathtub," Clint repeats patiently. "I think she has something like this already. It'd have to be small impact, underwater detonation okay, the works. You got that?"
The only place he can figure Maria would be referring to for this sort of weaponry would be the SHIELD R&D department. It's not like this is standard Department of Defense stuff he's asking after.
Mack opens his mouth and looks around befuddled before snapping his mouth shut and smiling. "Sure. I'll have it to you by Sunday."
"Friday if you can." Clint shoves his clearance forward for the expedite. "Saturday's Valentine's Day."
"He wants a box of these?" Mack's partner demands. She glares at Mack for not telling Hawkeye to go find his own toys if he wants them done in a week.
Natasha's known for about a week that something's off with Barton. He looks entirely too pleased with himself and always answers, "Nothing," when she demands what's going on. After deciding he was useless as an interrogation subject (without getting more creative than Phil would be okay with right now), she researches all possible causes of brave stupidity in a partner and quickly determines he's likely planning something for Valentine's Day.
Heaven preserve her from sentimental assassins.
She changes her mind when he gleefully dumps the black box in her lap like a kid at Christmas and grins until she gets the idea she's supposed to open it.
"It's a box," she says, suspiciously. Black boxes not the size and shape for earrings or necklaces deserve suspicion.
Clint just rolls his eyes and motions for her to get on with opening it.
"What is it?" she demands. It's not even wrapped. How is she supposed to trust this?
"Come on, Nat. It's me. Just open the box."
She opens it. The contents are unfamiliar. She pulls out one of the dozen small, clear balls nestled inside and examines it thoughtfully. It's a bomb, she thinks. It can't be. She goes to work on the first one, pulling it apart.
"Hey!" Clint protests. "I spent a lot of favors getting those made."
Natasha doesn't dignify that with a response. She finishes dismantling it, evaluating the mechanism, then reassembling it. She smiles. "I love it."
Maria Hill does not love it.
"You built her a bomb?" Maria demands after the messiest after-report she's read from the two of them in thirteen months. She should have known the relative peace wouldn't last so long without the next disaster being spectacular. "A bath bomb?"
Clint just stares at her blankly. "It was your idea."
Maria groans. Never, ever will she ever give Clint gift-giving advice ever again.
Re: FIC: A Box of Valentine's Cheer, Rated: T, No Warnings
Re: FIC: A Box of Valentine's Cheer, Rated: T, No Warnings
Re: FIC: A Box of Valentine's Cheer, Rated: T, No Warnings
Re: FIC: A Box of Valentine's Cheer, Rated: T, No Warnings
Re: FIC: A Box of Valentine's Cheer, Rated: T, No Warnings
That being said, at least Natasha appreciates his interpretation fail. XD
Re: FIC: A Box of Valentine's Cheer, Rated: T, No Warnings
I'm a big fan of "frou frou stuff" myself!
Re: FIC: A Box of Valentine's Cheer, Rated: T, No Warnings
Re: Re: FIC: A Box of Valentine's Cheer, Rated: T, No Warnings