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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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"Not like this," Clint says, and she assumes at first he meant when they are drunk, because for an assassin he can be one hell of a Good Boy. But he picks her hand from where it’s resting against his thigh and drawing little circles with the tip of her finger. “I’m not one of your marks.”

Natasha draws her hand back, dropping it into her lap. She hadn’t noticed. She catches Clint’s gaze, dark with lust, right before he leans in and kisses her with his hands tangled in her hair.

“I want to sleep with you.” His voice strikes a chord low in her belly and vibrates through her deliciously. “Not Natalie Rushman, not Nadine Roman, not Natsuka or Laura Matthers... I want you, Natasha.”

It’s just a body, but it’s her body. And she’s naked before he even undresses her. It’s not graceful or romantic, just his body and her body on old shag carpeting, and she isn’t even sure she realizes what’s happening until he pauses and whispers in her ear.

“Tell me what you want.”

And suddenly she cannot breathe. The walls are too close--he is too close--and she’s suffocating under it all. “Off,” she murmurs, pressing at his shoulders and not looking at his face. “Off. Stop.”

He’s a hell of a Good Boy and he does what he’s told, and she leaves him aching and bewildered and the floor and closes herself in the bathroom. She slides down the tiled wall, curling her knees to her chest; and she isn’t crying because Natasha Romanoff does not cry. She presses the heels of her palms against her closed eyes just in case.

She’s no blushing virgin, though she’s played one more times than she can count on one hand. She’s played everything from the seductress to the debutante to the dominatrix to the victim, each one to a different person, and each time a different person than herself. But it’s her body and her body is her tool and this time she doesn’t know how to use it.

“Come in,” she says, when he knocks on the door. He’s in his boxers with her panties in his hand. She takes them from him but does not look at him. She asks him, “Are you okay?”

“Aside from the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had?” But his tone is light and maybe he’s taken care of things himself. He slides down to the floor, sitting next to her. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“This was stupid,” she says, wringing the scrap of cloth in her hands.

Clint scratches the back of his neck. “People get stupid when they’re drunk.”

“I’m Russian. I don’t get drunk.”

“I won’t tell anyone, if you don’t,” he laughs. “Look, it... it doesn’t have to mean anything. We can wake up tomorrow and pretend it didn’t happen. Just go back to the way things were.”

For an assassin, Clint is one hell of a Good Boy, but Natasha’s not a particularly Good Girl. She isn’t much sure who Natasha is, because she isn’t Natalie Rushman or Nadine Roman or even Natalia Romanova.

Maybe when she does, she’ll know what Natasha wants in bed.

For now, she thinks as she leans her head on Clint’s shoulder, she just wants him by her side.

Edited 2012-07-21 22:46 (UTC)

Oh, Natasha. I can see this all happening, and yes to her confusion about what she-as-Natasha wants and <3 thank you.

:3 no, thank YOU! :D

Loving your Nat today Ray! I'm sorry if this comment appears twice it seems to not have worked first time around... anyway...

This is so great (and also so ouchy). I'm so on board the 'sex just wouldn't be that straightforward for Nat given her history' bandwagon and I love your take on that here. Poor Nat, all those people rattling around her jumbled head. Love it. (And just quietly, I really can't get enough of Clint being the most patient, chivalrous good guy in history. It's a real problem but there's no saving me now. In an effort to justify my blatant crushing I could say it's also because I feel like given her jumbled head, no LESS than the best bloke in history will do... but mainly it is the crushing...)

Nope, it only came through once.

AND YES. Clint's a good boy, made of patience. Though, I don't think Nat would stand much for chivalry since it's a sexist concept and she's more than capable... but Clint sees her as more than something to be claimed, which not most people have treated her like that.

Yeah, it's a fair point you make re: chivalry. Wrong word maybe. What I love about *this* dynamic is that, for me, no matter how tough and capable and in control you are, I reckon everyone needs someone who wants to have their back. Not in a pushing-in, 'heeeeere I come to save the daaaaaaay!!' kind of way, just in a quiet, 'I know you got this, but, y'know, I'm on your side and I'm here' kind of way. She's never had anyone on her side before, and it makes me happy that she does now. And I love his quiet way of being her person.

Ohhh this was lovely.

Thank you!

Fantastic! I really love this! :D

Thanks!

Oh my God, Ray. Just... oh my God. All the feels.

Please write more of this. I want Nat to figure it out (and I want Clint to be there every step of the way.)

**tackleglomps you for this**

Awww *is glomped*

I'm trying to add some more to it. Not sure how it will go.

YES YES YES. THIS FIC. Ray, this is brilliant and gorgeous. It's exactly how I would picture Nat's confusion and emotions in this moment. I would really love to see this continued too and get to see how you evolve Natasha's feelings and discovering exactly what she wants from Clint and him being there to watch it happen and give it to her. So lovely bb <3

I'm working on continuing it. I hope I can do it as much justice as this original snippet. I'm glad you like it.

*sniffles and hugs Nat and gives Clint one of those gold star buttons that says YOU TRIED*

*puts the star on Clint's penis*
lol

LMAO

Awwww, I love it, love it, love it. There's something so tender in this and it's really impact-full. Her vulnerability is especially well done because even vulnerable, she isn't powerless or weak in anyway.

Any chance it can be a longer fic? *Puppy dog eyes*

Iiiii'm working on that >.>

Natasha is never weak or powerless. Confused, perhaps. In need of comfort, yes. But she's always got control.

Re: Fic: Not a Particularly Good Girl; PG-13

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Re: Fic: Not a Particularly Good Girl; PG-13

andacus.livejournal.com - 2012-07-27 23:54 (UTC) - Expand

*sniffles and hugs them both*

This is so lovely and utterly believeable. Wonderful sense of why it's all too much for Natasha and why she feels so exposed. And it ends with such a tender moment <3

Natasha is so used to using sex as a tool to attain an objective and not having one... just having sex to be close or to enjoy it is... foreign to her. Poor bb.

yes. this. super sexy spy complex. identity problems are so delicious. ugh.

Especially for poor Nat. *cuddles her*

SO MANY FEELINGS.

Aww. I love this fic, and I love this Clint. It's the essential part of the dynamic between them that they are so many other people all the time and only truly themselves with each other.

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