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Promptathon is heeeeeeeeeeeeeere!

The Good Ship C/N Promptathon
of Magic and Joy: Aka, The Promptathon of All Wonderful Things Involving Two Certain Badass Assassin People Doing Badass Things and Being Awesome. And Badass. And Pretty. And Stuff.

NOTE: The promptathon has now closed, but please enjoy all the lovely fic and fanworks. in our Masterposts below.

Master List of all Promptathon fanworks.

Master List, Part 2 now with more delicious everything!

**Many thanks to rayruzfor the beautiful graphic.

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NOTE: PROMPTING HAS NOW CLOSED, BUT FICS AND FANWORKS MAY STILL BE SUBMITTED THROUGH AUGUST 31ST. THANKS!

Welcome!!!! The time is now upon us. This will kick off a month's worth of prompting and fanworking and all the good things. Not sure what to do? Click below for our handy-dandy Promptathon Guide!

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 I ask is that you keep it tasteful and warn for anything explicit or triggery. 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.
Tailgate and chitchat and keep leaving prompts. And mull over the epic fanworks you are creating.

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. The nitty gritty details of posting your stuff can be found HERE. Please read before you post

Timeframe:
Prompts will be accepted starting today, Friday, July 13th (!!!) and will remain open until Friday, August 10th. Submissions may be submitted beginning on Friday, July 20th and may continue to be submitted until August 10th.

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. Because srsly, I love everyone in this bar. It's a good damn bar. Don't be afraid to say hello
Ship like you’ve never shipped before.
Tailgate when appropriate. My motto is, if something ain’t a cocktail party, you just aren’t trying hard enough. In that spirit, aurora_0811and I are hosting the tailgate section (which I think at this point just includes random chatter and ridiculousness, cheerleading and tomfoolery, because I doubt our comm’s talkative nature will be suppressed even during the prompting/waiting period.) So pull up a helicarrier-shaped lawnchair, crack open a cold one and settle in for the festivities. And leave prompts.

And most of all, have fun. :)

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Some days are better than others for that sort of story. :) Glad you liked them!

"Tired," she whispered as she fell.

He caught her before she landed.

Skin against skin, they found warmth.

Sheesh, this is fiction and I'm scared of her. I liked this a lot. Poor guy had no idea what he was stepping into.

Okay, there are so many parts of this that I loved. Clint as a stay home dad is cute and Steve giving John the puppy is adorable. I also loves that she speaks to him in Russian, kickass. This is made of awesome.

:DDD *hugs comment* Thank you so much! I am -- kind of bad at responding to reviews, to be honest, but this made me grin a lot!! I'm really glad it worked for you.

this is something like routine (natasha's pov, pre-movie based on clint's 'back to square one' reaction (http://everythingismusical.tumblr.com/post/28032509763) to 'i'd like to wipe it clean') how many times has he asked her to go somewhere she's just not ready for? he has no choice but to concede with resignation; if she doesn't voice it (whatever this is) silence will keep their ledger. it has somehow become their creed. she hopes the levy doesn't break.

aw, dido! it's so fluffy i may puke.

Yes! Gah--sorry. I've been travelling but I'll be home later today. Can you send me a quick reminder email and let me know where we left off and what I need to be doing? This week has been crazy. But omg so ready to get back into slayerland.... :D

No worries at all. I can handle dark!fic with purpose any day. ;)

**huggles it**

i love when roles are turned away from traditional portrayals. there's nothing more expressive of love than being an awesome caregiver.

Red hair. Thigh holster. A knockout.

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"Because I believe in second chances."

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"Sweetheart." THUNK. "Noted. No pet-names."

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"What do you want?!" "A puppy."

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Explosion. Fight scene. Explosion. Happy ending.

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"What do you want?" "You. Always."

80's & 90's Rock Music
ex. Night Rangers, Twisted Sisters, Creed, Guns and Roses, Placebo, The Clash, Def Leppard, etc.

Rock of Ages Avenger Style

All of the jealous Clint fic is great but I want to see a fic where Clint accepts that seduction is just part of the job for Natasha and just admires how good she is as a spy and even finds it kind of hot how easily she can seduce marks. I'd like to see Clint observe Nat at work from his perch, satisfied knowing that it's just an act and he's the only one who knows what she's really like in bed. Bonus points if he likes to help her pick out dresses before missions or if they have an open relationship.

*insert flaily gif of choice here*

eta a more coherent review: clint you rebel prince! i LOVE this! had a serious big fat grin on my face as i was reading. now i have to dig out my pern guide to refresh my memory if ther eer was a history of a brown being successful in a flight. this is ace. thanks for filling the prompt and thanks to

for the prompt. i love everyone in this bar!

Edited 2012-07-28 18:03 (UTC)

"Come in with me," Hawkeye offers.

Natasha looks at him. Steady hands on the bow he's got pointed at her, honest eyes, open face, no hint of a lie in his voice. She doesn't know what awaits her if she goes with him, but at least she's aware of that from the start, and can plan accordingly.

"Alright," she agrees.

She's the Black Widow, she can leave the moment she changes her mind, but for now she chooses to join Hawkeye on the path he walks.

--

As much as she respects Hawkeye, she doesn't expect to like Clint. Personality traits that are mere bullet points of information on paper turn out to mean so much more in person though. Clint is reliable, ridiculous, smart and a smart-ass, respectful, watchful. He treats her like a person, not an agent, and seems to like her, too.

This is friendship, she assumes. It is not something she anticipated. For as long as it is harmless though, she will let it continue.

--

A year later, she realises that, no, that wasn't friendship. Those early days and weeks were the tentative beginnings, the barest scratches on the surface, when neither of them truly knew nor trusted the other for all that they wanted to. Now they have talked and laughed and cried and suffered together; they have fought and argued and annoyed each other; they have backed each other up and faced each other down.

Now they are friends. What they had a year ago was merely the beginnings of the journey they have since been on together.

--

Drug lords capture Natasha in Cuba. They're good at what they do but nowhere near the best, and she is waiting for the right time to make her escape when Clint comes to rescue her. There are thumps outside and then the door of her cell swings open to reveal him, hands tense around his bow, body grimy and sweaty, his face tight, angry, relieved.

"I had it under control," Natasha tells him, releasing herself from her restraints.

"I know," he replies, and leads her out of the complex.

There is an arrow in the heart of every corpse they pass along the way. Clint looks dangerously satisfied as he strides over the bodies and between pools of blood. Natasha looks at their terrified faces frozen in death, the spill and spray of crimson in the dust, and approves. She would do the same for him if he were taken.

On the journey back, side-by-side with Clint in the back of the jeep, Natasha wonders why she ever thought that friendship was harmless for either one of them. They are bound together now, and while she could still destroy what they have with a few choice words and deeds, she would emerge from the wreckage as damaged as Clint would be.

--

The kiss takes Natasha by surprise.

Or rather, the urge to kiss Clint takes Natasha by surprise. By the time she actually does it, she's spent a week considering the pros and cons of pursuing a sexual relationship with him, analysed why it is Clint she is attracted to, thought about how to end it if necessary. Preserving their friendship is not an issue that requires thought. She knows Clint, knows that now he's with her he's not going anywhere; this is an unexpected bend in the road they're on, but they'll travel it together no matter where it takes them.

Best to take it slowly though, Natasha decides. That way if either one of them changes their mind, they can back out and steer things in a safer direction.

"I wondered when you were going to get around to doing that," Clint says after Natasha kisses him in a quiet bar on a Thursday night.

Natasha smiles, and lets him kiss her again. Two beers and one taxi ride later, they tumble into Clint's bed in a tangle of wild limbs and desperate hands, collapsing sometime after midnight in a hot, sticky, exhausted mess.

In the morning, Natasha wakes first. Clint is sprawled out on his back next to her, loose-limbed, messy-haired, a work of art in the early morning sunlight that plays over tanned skin and the purple bruises she'd put there last night. So much for going slowly, Natasha thinks, and wakes him up so she can take him for a spin again before they have to leave.

--

Clint is spread out on his bed, rope criss-crossing the length and breadth of his arms up to where he's tied to the headboard, muscles flexing, body trembling slightly, hot and flushed as he strains against the ropes and waits for her to move. Natasha wants to hold him and mark him, trace his scars and soothe his pains, be the one to do this for him and with him, have him do the same for her, for as long as they're both together and need each other.

"This isn't just sex," she murmurs. Before Clint can answer she leans down to press their mouths together, sweep her tongue across his and swallow his words, so that she doesn't have to hear his reply just yet.

When she lets them both up for air, Clint shakes his head. "No," he agrees.

Now Natasha trembles, because she knows how far out of control this has got, how far down an untravelled road she's gone, and it scares her.

"Was it ever meant to be just sex?" Clint asks later, when she's untied him so she can feel his arms strong and safe around her.

"No." She tangles their legs together and rests her head over his heart. "But it wasn't supposed to be this, either."

"What is this?"

Natasha has no answer so gives none. Instead she lifts her head and presses a kiss to his jaw.

"Well, let me know when you figure it out," Clint says.

Dryly, Natasha informs him, "That might be a while."

Clint chuckles and hugs her. "I'll wait."

--

Edited 2012-07-28 18:00 (UTC)

Early on in Natasha's career, with her escape plans unachievable, the only way to complete the mission and tie up loose ends had been to steal her target's car and drive it off a cliff and into the ocean with herself still in it. Even today she can remember the rush of adrenaline as she sped towards the drop, the way her sweaty hands could barely grip the wheel on the approach, the sickening roll of her stomach as she'd gone over the edge, the chill as the water had closed around her. Nothing to hold on to, no firm footing, everything swaying underneath her and pressing down above her. She escaped, barely, but the experience still ranks as one of the most terrifying in her life.

Loki takes Clint, and Natasha still doesn't know what name to give to the complex tangle of everything that's between them, but she knows exactly what it feels like right now.

--

In amongst everything else that's going on as they try to save the world, Natasha can't help wondering if she and Clint were going too far too fast before, if now is the time for her to jump out before they crash and burn. Perhaps when they get him back, she should end it, because even if they both survive she's got no hold on the steering wheel any more and certainly can't get to the brakes.

Then they get Clint back, and it's like being back on solid ground again. She's weak-kneed with relief to be there but she's had the breath knocked out of her by the ordeal, and so has he. Even as Natasha grips him close, she wonders if either of them can survive a near-miss like this again.

--

The battle is over, the doctors and psychiatrists have cleared them for rest and relaxation, Fury has given everyone three weeks official leave and as much as they want unofficially. Tony has taken Bruce and given everyone else the use of his tower and his transport in exchange, which works well for all concerned.

"Wanna go on a roadtrip?" Clint asks Natasha, when they're the only ones left in the garage.

"Where to?" she asks.

He shrugs. "Anywhere."

"Alright."

The car speeds down the highway, top down, road stretching away from the city and into the horizon far ahead where it's obscured by the orange glow of the setting sun. Clint's got his sunglasses on and he's watching the road as he drives, but he smiles when Natasha reaches over to put a hand on his thigh.

"You OK?" he asks, glancing over at her briefly.

"Not really," she replies.

Clint drops one hand off the wheel to cover hers. "Anything I can do?"

A small smile graces Natasha's lips. Clint's battered and bruised on the inside, and she's the same on the outside, and they should probably be slowing down or pulling over to recover. That's not what she wants though, and not what they need. She can put the brakes on whenever she wants to, but now is not that time.

"Does this thing go any faster?" she asks instead.

Clint grins. "Sure." He presses on the accelerator, and suddenly the roar of the engines and the rush of the wind drown out anything else they could say. Natasha squeezes Clint's hand before he puts it back on the wheel, and then leans back in her seat to watch the world race by around the two of them. Neither of them are in great shape, but he's got his eyes on the road and she's got her eyes on him, which means as long as they're together they can navigate the tough times ahead.

OMG! Epic levels of cuteness and fluff. Lovely way to brighten up my Saturday afternoon :)

While she sleeps, he whispers "love".

Edited 2012-07-28 18:12 (UTC)

You are brilliant at these! *loves them all*

Eagerly, apprehensively, Budapest awaits their return.

NY calls Budapest. "Have them back."

"A grandpa?!"

"Yup," Clint tells Fury.

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