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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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There are precious few missions that require both Black Widow and Hawkeye to go conspicuously undercover. These missions are Natasha's favorite. During her time at SHIELD, she comes up with a hundred reasons why. For a long time, she settles on the pleasantry of having someone to watch her back after a lifetime of working alone. When she and Clint spend a memorable few days (and nights) together in the Bahamas, she figures out the rest of the reason: she enjoys showing off her man.

Their first mission post-Avengers asks them to pose as a wealthy couple at a ball, Clint just arches an eyebrow and says, "I'll get my tux re-fitted."

Natasha spends the entire plane ride adjusting her default rich wife identity to fit the specifications of the mission. She narrates the parts relevant to Clint's character aloud. He takes notes and she still doesn't have the heart to tell him that having to take notes means he's already lost. He'll look like trophy husband material in the tuxedo he'll be fidgeting with all night, and that's all that matters.

Dressing for undercover operations takes a little longer now that they do it in the same room. Natasha shivers when Clint zips up her deep green dress and then rests his hands on her hips. She turns around and does up the last of his buttons. "Save it for the ballroom," she says, grinning. She wants to enjoy this, too; they never get to dress up as themselves.

"I'm saving it for the bedroom, which I'm told is the appropriate thing."

Clint always kisses her before she puts on her lipstick. He's courteous like that.

They make it to the ballroom fashionably late. Natasha Romanoff disappears into Black Widow who disappears into Nathalie Richards, heir to a small but comfortable fortune. Her mother was French, hence her name and her command of the language. She met her husband in a bowling alley and married for love rather than money. They hope to have children after spending a year traveling the world. All this happens in a ride in an elevator and a walk down two hallways. Clint's staring for more reasons than the dress.

"You look awfully handsome." The phrasing and smile aren't hers, but all three layers of her means them. Clint relaxes enough to go fetch them some hors d'oeuvres as she wends her way to the target. Andrea Morales is 20 years old, a biology student, and the daughter of Bolivia's most notorious drug lord. She fled the country with her mother two years ago, leaving her father and equally notorious half-sister. SHIELD helped her escape in exchange for information. Now there is rumor that her father is dead and one of his daughters is slated to take over his empire.

In Natasha's opinion, the other daughter is a much better candidate, but it does take a lot of money to maintain the lifestyle to which Andrea and her mother are accustomed. Within five minutes of arriving at the party, Nathalie bumps into Andrea and grills the girl about where she acquired such a lovely pair of shoes. Andrea is happy to show off, happier still to share that she has just been promised a lucrative internship at a lab. Nathalie is suitably impressed and makes some remarks about the importance of women in science that leave Andrea nodding her head.

Natasha will run the information by SHIELD, but she already knows it will check out. Andrea's spending money left and right because she has a job coming, and not one that involves cocaine. It would be smarter to sign a contract first, but she's young and excited. Not drug lord material at all.

"This was a waste of time," Natasha grumbles when Clint finds her in the throng of people. She accepts a flute of champagne but passes on the pâte. The socialites are busy mingling and no one will look twice if she drops the act for a few minutes. "Does Fury think we've gone soft? Every mission after we put away Loki has been easier than the last."

"Maybe Fury is letting us enjoy our honeymoon."

Natasha eyes him. "I don't recall marrying you."

"I've got a ring that proves otherwise." Clint wiggles his left hand at her, smirking. "Don't tell me it was all just for show. You'll break my poor heart."

"Is your delicate heart up for a dance?" Natasha asks, holding out her arms.

Clint takes one of her hands and puts his other hand on her hip. His smile softens as he looks at her. His poker face is awful. Natasha shakes her head and offers him an answering smile. She can't put too much of her heart in it in such a public location, but she knows Clint will see it just the same.

She puts Nathalie back on as they dance, of course. It wouldn't be professional to be herself with so many eyes on them both. Nathalie is the kind of woman who lets her husband dip her back and kiss her in public, though, and that suits Natasha just fine.

yay! i love natasha pov fics.

*parks and rec flower shower gif* as someone who's employment involves customer service i appreciate this fic like woah. because how many times have i wanted to jump over the counter and strangle someone for their stupidity? like woah.

i love that her first thought to any kind of physical proximity immediately following this mission is kill then kiss. an inversion of how she takes life on this mission. like somehow it would balance the scale. oh, natasha. i love you. and of course, caregiver!clint is also my favourite. there needs to be more fic of him doing that. he's the only one who could cos he's the only one she allows (in their weird fucked up non-traditional way).

also, ALL THE BIKE RIDING PLEASE. freaking renner and all his muchness, hnng.

eta: oh! also forgot to say how much i loved the rebirthed from a watery grave imagery. it's one way to shed a persona. mission: accomplished (?) *shrug* this 'verse is just beautiful with all its subtlety and permission to read deeper than most fic. win!

Edited 2012-08-12 10:40 (UTC)

Awesome fic. I love how they got scars for "normal" reasons as well as mission related ones. The dialogue here really worked for me as well :)

“D'you want to come swing dancing?”

It was not, precisely, a question Natasha ever thought she'd hear Clint ask, and she slowly lowered her book to peer at him.

His expression appeared sincere.

“Swing dancing.”

“...yeah.”

“You swing dance?”

“Yep.”

She felt her brows furrowing. “You do?”

“Since the army, yeah.”

Now she just felt lost. “Swing dancing is an army thing?”

“Uh-huh. The chicks are hot,” he added with a quick grin. “And it's pretty fun.”

She'd spent the last month as a secretary in Switzerland, being quiet and wide-eyed and adding bugs (both cyber and electronic) as even as her boss called her a gift; some honest flirty fun sounded good.

“I don't know how,” Natasha said, carefully. She knew she was talented dancer, but that style hadn't exactly been on the Red Room's curriculum (her teachers, it should be said, had been snobs when they wanted to be.)

“There are usually classes just before it starts,” he replied, and raised his eyebrows at her. “What you say?”

“Dress code?”

“Hot dresses are popular, mostly among the ladies. Also jeans are fairly common.”

She shut her book. “Okay. I'm buying a hot dress, and we're going to go dancing.”

Clint gave her another quick grin.

Natasha stood up, and left her book on his couch. “And you can start teaching me now.” She arched her brows and held out her hand, graceful and imperious. This time, his smile was slow, answering the challenge in her gesture. He took her hand in his and twirled her in close with as much easy confidence as she'd seen him do everything else.

“Be my genuine pleasure,” he said, and she grinned.

YOU!! THIS! THIS IS!!! AH OMG WHERE IS MY BRAIN?!!

I love it, the light and teasy atmosphere and I love them doing something ordinary and "normal". I love his confidence, BUT MOST OF ALL I LOVE THAT THEY'RE GOING TO DANCE (as I'm writing a fic about dancing right now).

And I feel so so SO SPOILED. *twirls*

*BEAMS* YAY YOU LIKE! I literally just wrote it then (and am going to crawl into bed, omg), so YAY YOU LIKE!

And damn straight they are going to go dancing. And Nat's going to find a pretty dress with a skirt that flares out, and they are going to be awesome and have fun and flirt across the dance floor because Nat might be new to swing but she's an old hand at dancing, and he's been doing it for over two decades, and it'll be FUN.

(Also I wrote it while watching a fair amount of swing videos on youtube, and they all seem to just have FUN with it, it's awesome. Wrote it mostly to this if you were curious)

<333333

So do I! Thank you. :)

Thank you so much! The closer they get, the more they know about each other's "normal" scars. :)

"Your soul?" she asks with just the slightest upward turn to her mouth.
"All yours," he replies. "But you knew that."
"Yes."

Lovely!

Thank you! :D

I hope this is a satisfying fill for your gorgeous prompt. :)

*

He unnerves her. Not because she's scared – she doesn't just get scared. It's different. It's hearing someone else breathing two meters away while she's trying to hack the computer system and extract information. Her hands type too fast, she makes a mistake and curses. To her left Clint glances at her, but says nothing. He's like that, he notices things, stores them for later use, finds a way to make an important point out of it.

Fifteen minutes later she's done; and the sneak out of the rich business man's mansion and slip into the night.

Clint whistles. She clenches her teeth and tells herself to calm down.

*

“This is ridiculous,” she says. Coulson doesn't say anything.

“It's not, actually,” Clint replies. “It's called rehearsing.”

“I don't do rehearsals,” she says and folds her arms. Coulson looks thoroughly amused, but there's an edge to his expression.

“We do things a bit differently,” he says.

Clint nears her. He's close enough for her to strike and knock him down in several different ways, and he knows this pretty well. Still he comes close and then closer.

“I need the rehearsal,” he says. “I never danced with you, and obviously, we need to look like people who have done it together quite a few times,” he says.

She doesn't like it, but she agrees.

Rest at AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/484599)

leaving stuff here cos i don't have an ao3 account.

oh! THIS. right in the pheels with all the coulson and the way she mourns him. gah! favourite part right there. but then you have to go and make the rest of it all metaphory that alludes to the quiet steady build up of trust. i loved the vignette quality of this. the sneak peeks into their various missions hold up great with how the movie implies more than explains. the solidarity of clint at her extraction (and seriously, i want to know more about that because who and how did someone get the drop on her fast enough for a capture and torture scenario?) was a great insight to her thought process. gah! iCANT. i love natasha pov fic. my favourite.

Hai! Thaaankyoooouuuuu! I was hoping you'd enjoy it! YAY!

I aimed at what you (I think it was you! My brain is so tired right now) said in other comments here - a fic where she learns to dance to a new song, with a new partner. They just fascinate me, because of their obvious trust and mutual comfort. The way the movie does it - things are implied, not shown, is gorgeous and brilliant.

I haven't worked out all the details of their missions. Someone either aims to harm entire SHIELD, or someone wants to kill her, but make her suffer first, anyway she had false information, her mark drugged her, and she spent several hours hanging by her wrists before she was rescued. (Bones, first season, Brennan hanging by her wrists in the same way, actually that gave me the idea. There's just something incredible about the way Booth slipped himself under her arms and lifted her). But, yes, it's about trust. The more she trusts him, the easier the dancing. (Two of them + dancing = OT3. I love when they dance. It just fits somehow. Maybe it's because I like both dancing and music :)

I love her. I totally and utterly ADORE her and love writing through her eyes. THANK YOU. I enjoyed writing this!

Catching up on my e-mails! :-) What did you teach??? I teach high school drama and also have middle school drama, 6th grade language arts and Gifted Research. Yay, public servants! \o/

Well, I have half of it figured out in my head. Now if only I could figure out the next half. LOL

Fantastic, thank you so much for the prompt fill, and for the excellently in-keeping comic-style fix it. Brilliant all round

They go to a bar, of course.

They pull up in a cloud of Midwest dust that clears to blazing blue skies and scruffy brown bushes. The bar is far enough in the middle of nowhere that it doesn't even have a name, just a sign so chipped that more wood than paint is visible. Clint's sweating the instant they get out of the car. Natasha looks too glamorous for the place for about half a second before her posture shifts and she's just a pretty woman looking for a cold beer. She catches Clint looking and smiles, looping her arm through his.

They take strange vacations.

Inside, the bar hosts a handful of denim-clad locals who look to be celebrating the end of the workday. The bartender takes a look at Natasha and starts to smile, then meets her eyes and says "ma'am" as he slides them both their drink orders. Clint's glass is already sweating and his first gulp drains half the glass. She watches the line of his throat as he swallows; he catches her looking on the way to watching her mouth on her beer bottle. Natasha likes drinks that come in containers that double as weapons.

They'll be on their way to a motel soon.

"Take a picture," Clint tells her, and winks. Natasha rolls her eyes. She never flirts much on vacation, says it reminds her too much of work. She shifts closer to him, though, pressing her arm against his despite the heat. He wraps an arm around her waist; she slides a hand into his back pocket. She has her hair in a ponytail and sweat-damp tendrils of hair are stuck to the back of her neck.

They finish their drinks and leave a twenty on the table.

After ten minutes on the road, Natasha pulls over on a deserted stretch of road. She rolls down the windows, kills the engine, and asks, "Want to do something stupid?" Clint's already reaching for her, kissing her hard enough that it hurts. She climbs into the passenger seat to straddle him; he reclines the seat so she doesn't bang her head on the roof. He's hard already, with his hands under her shirt and his pants half-off. She pulls her mouth of his with a red smile and tears open the condom wrapper she must have filched from his wallet.

They fuck in the front seat of their rental car like idiot teenagers.

Clint swears when he comes, fingers digging into her hips. Natasha is still riding him, making soft, guttural sounds. He traces a line across her abdomen, fingernail scraping lightly against soft skin, before he presses a finger against her clit. She arches against him, greedy for more, her hair spilling out of its ponytail. He cants his hips and he tilts his hand. She gasps and slams her fist against the window so hard it cracks.

They start laughing and don't stop until a cell phone starts ringing.

Natasha gets to his phone first. "Romanoff," she says, then clears her throat and pitches her voice lower. "Barton," she corrects herself. Clint bites his knuckles to keep from outright guffawing. "Uh-huh. Stark did what? Understood." She hangs up. "We're wanted back at HQ. Our new HQ. Vacation's over." She smiles and Clint has to kiss her again.

They head home, kicking up dust as they go.

Enjoy your angsty fic here (http://daxcat79.livejournal.com/77983.html). Hope you like it!

So, um, it might take me a little while, but I am totally on this one.

I absolutely love this.

Thank you! :)

Yay!

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Promptathon is heeeeeeeeeeeeeere!

FIC: you are a fever 1/2

FIC: you are a fever 2/2

Re: FIC: you are a fever 2/2

Re: FIC: How Can I Help You Today (PG-13, some language)

Re: FIC: Ophelia Drowns (PG)

Re: FIC: a love story in five scars; 2117 words

FIC: Swing (G)

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Re: FIC: a love story in five scars; 2117 words

Re: Fic: It's the Wrong Word (love) Rating: PG (3/3)

Re: Fic: It's the Wrong Word (love) Rating: PG (3/3)

Fill: FIC "Can you teach me how to dance real slow", pg-13, no warnings

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Re: Fic: Old things, AU, PG - 13, warnings: child abuse

Re: FIC: The Elevator, PG, Warnings: none

Re: FIC: Through the Good and Through the Bad (PG-13, depression?)

FIC: the next tornado home; 564 words

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Promptathon is heeeeeeeeeeeeeere!

FIC: you are a fever 1/2

FIC: you are a fever 2/2

Re: FIC: you are a fever 2/2

Re: FIC: How Can I Help You Today (PG-13, some language)

Re: FIC: Ophelia Drowns (PG)

Re: FIC: a love story in five scars; 2117 words

FIC: Swing (G)

Re: FIC: Swing (G)

Re: FIC: Swing (G)

Re: FIC: you are a fever 2/2

Re: FIC: a love story in five scars; 2117 words

Re: Fic: It's the Wrong Word (love) Rating: PG (3/3)

Re: Fic: It&#39;s the Wrong Word (love) Rating: PG (3/3)

Fill: FIC "Can you teach me how to dance real slow", pg-13, no warnings

Re: Fill: FIC "Can you teach me how to dance real slow", pg-13, no warnings

Re: Fill: FIC "Can you teach me how to dance real slow", pg-13, no warnings

Re: Fic: Old things, AU, PG - 13, warnings: child abuse

Re: FIC: The Elevator, PG, Warnings: none

Re: FIC: Through the Good and Through the Bad (PG-13, depression?)

FIC: the next tornado home; 564 words

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no subject

Re: FIC: the next tornado home; 564 words

Re: FIC: the next tornado home; 564 words

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Re: Fic: It's the Wrong Word (love) Rating: PG (3/3)