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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!
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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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Fic: Eye of the Storm (PG)
Natasha dabbed at the cut on his forehead with an antiseptic-soaked cotton ball and arched a skeptical eyebrow. “Baby,” she muttered.
Funny, he could take knife wounds and bullets and falls from buildings without complaint, but it was always the healing that hurt the most. “Be gentle with me,” he pleaded, letting his lower lip jut out. The curve of her lip quirked up into a smirk.
“An infection will hurt worse,” she said before sitting back on her heels. “Done.”
“My hero,” he drawled. He watched as Natasha got up from the bed, carrying the mess of cotton balls and gauze over to the garbage, before picking up her discarded towel and running it through her hair. She looked out the window, where rain pattered arhythmically against the glass. “It’s still coming down out there, huh?”
Her I’m-not-blind,-Barton look got a boost in efficiency from Mother Nature as lightning flashed in the distance, followed quickly by a rumble of thunder. The tropical storm, which had drenched them as they fled the Cuban warehouse they’d decimated, was settling in on top of them.
“Okay,” he teased, “You’re going to have to teach me how to do that.”
“We’re far enough inland that storm surge should not pose a problem. Debris is going to be another matter entirely.” Natasha draped the towel around her shoulders as she crawled back up onto the bed, stretching out next to Clint. The lights flickered before the room was plunged into darkness. She frowned. “S.H.I.E.L.D. needs to start putting us in real hotels with actual generators.”
“Where would the fun be in that?” Clint draped an arm around her shoulder, drawing her into his side. It was a simple routine, lying like this. It meant warmth in shared body heat and security knowing that someone had your back. It meant that, at least for the moment, they could relax. “Did you know that the sky turns green before a tornado?”
“There are no tornadoes in Russia,” Natasha said exhaustedly, closing her eyes.
“It’s like nature’s own warning system,” Clint said, his gaze focused out the window. “They’re pretty amazing, you know. One row of houses can be completely wiped out, but the other side of the street is completely untouched.”
“They can also annihilate an entire town,” Natasha replied. “I am not an idiot, Barton.”
“Never said you were,” he said, holding his free hand up defensively. He rolled onto his side propping himself up on his elbow. “You know, you’re kind of like a tornado.”
She cracked open one eye. “Violent and unpredictable?”
He ran his hand along her side, careful to avoid the blooming bruises on her skin. “Unstoppable, incredible... a force of nature.”
She shrugged and nestled in closer to his body. “I accept your complement.”
Natasha drifted off to sleep with her head pillowed on his arm. In the dim light, her face seemed serene and young and other things she never showed the world. He pushed a damp lock of red hair back from her face and smiled. Maybe, instead of a tornado, she was a hurricane--and this was the eye of her storm.
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Also Mother Nature would totally back Natasha up. They're kindred spirits ;)
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Gorgeous :)
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And the cuteness and fluff are also great. :) Love it!
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fic: like a clock in a thunderstorm
Fandom/Pairing: Avengers, Clint/Natasha
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3520
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Summary: Natasha is a quiet mind raised in silence, Clint a whirlwind raised in chaos. In the early days of their partnership they are drowning under the weight of unanswered questions, and when the heavens open, Natasha breaks, and Clint is a good man after all.
here at my LJ (http://thoughts-to-ink.livejournal.com/1817.html)
Sorry for the wait! This was going to be like 800 words of fluff and turned into 3500 words of smut. I don't even know. Hope you enjoy!
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I'll leave a proper comment on your journal but wanted to express my appreciation over here as well :D
*zooms off to comment over there*