be_compromised | 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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Every time she got hurt in the line of duty, the concern leapt into his throat, threatening to choke his voice and overwhelm his reason. Every time, he throttled it back. His voice was always clear when he said a brisk, "Need a hand, Nat?" and -- provided she was well enough to speak -- her response was invariably, "I'm fine. Keep your eyes on your target, Barton."

They were the only two ordinary humans on their team, and he worried about her. It was obviously the height of sexism to think of her as being more delicate than himself solely by virtue of being female, and if he ever voiced such a sentiment, he was extremely confident that she could and would put him in the hospital to show him exactly how misplaced his concern was. She was no weakling, and she had no pity, and her close-quarters combat skills outclassed his own.

But even knowing that she was no mere human, every time, without fail.

Maybe it was because he had seen that force of nature when she was small and hopeless, with tears clinging to her eyelashes, lost.

So when she took a heat laser to the thigh and he was sick of 'fine', Clint decided to pay her a visit after-hours.

He made his presence as appealing as possible. He brought a box of pizza and one of his favorite buddy-cop movies, which had at least as much cheese as the pizza. He wasn't going to ask even indirectly about her injury or about how she was feeling. All friend, all reassurance, no underestimation. Not Clint Barton, not of Natasha Romanoff, no sir.

But she threw him off immediately when she answered the door, obviously prepared for a salesman or someone similarly impersonal, and then said with surprise, "Clint," and opened it wide enough for him to see her: wearing tiny cropped jean shorts, and a sleeveless tanktop under a hooded sweater.

His sweater.

Clint stood there for a moment with his lips parted, and then he shook his head, holding up the pizza box. "Special delivery?" he said, offering it.

((The rest is on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/478265)!))

Oh this is fantastic! It's lovely and cute and comforting, in that subtle way which works so well for the two of them who are so used to keeping to themselves. Your descriptions of Natasha in the sweater are adorable, and I can totally see her looking lost and finding comfort in Clint's hoody. Love the remembrance of when he'd given it to her, as well, and why he did so.

Very nice!

Promptathon is heeeeeeeeeeeeeere!

FIC: "Pick-Me-Up", rated: everyone, no warnings

Re: FIC: "Pick-Me-Up", rated: everyone, no warnings