31 July 2023 @ 11:46 pm
Summer Promptathon 2023  



Hi All, welcome to this year’s summer promptathon!

Been wanting to jump into the fandom but not sure where to start? Now’s the time. Newbie or a lurker? Here’s the perfect opportunity to say hello! Not been active in the fandom for a while? Welcome back. Promptathon is a fun, no-pressure environment where you can post zero to as many prompts as you like, zero to as many fills as you like, and join in the squee or just quietly enjoy the fun.

We’re a Clintasha (Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff) community that welcomes ALL THINGS MARVEL. We’d like Clint and/or Natasha to show up in prompt fills somewhere, but what that means is up to you - individually or as friends, lovers, spouses, partners, gen fic, ANYTHING. Yes, that means we also welcome other characters and pairings (and threesomes or moresomes.)

If that sounds like the kind of party you’d like to join, please read on for the event timeline, how to leave prompts and fills, and a few rules to make sure everyone has a fun time.


TIMELINE

TODAY: Prompting starts! GO, GO, GO
SUNDAY 7 AUGUST: We open for fills! (You can also keep prompting)
MIDNIGHT SUNDAY 25 SEPTEMBER: Promptathon, both prompts and fills, ends at midnight in whatever your timezone is. (A masterlist will be posted shortly after.)

PROMPTATHON IS NOW CLOSED FOR 2023


HOW PROMPTATHON 2023 WORKS

LEAVING PROMPTS

Please post each prompt in a separate comment.

Prompts can be anything – simple or elaborate, words or pictures, songs or poems, lyrics or phrases, anything that could inspire a fanwork. Use your imagination. Go wild! You can also re-use prompts from previous events, whether they were filled or not.

You can leave as many prompts as you want. We’re serious. Keep coming back. We want as many prompts as we can possibly get.

Please put a spoiler warning at the start of your prompt if it contains spoilers/speculation relating to any Marvel films/tv shows released in the last six months.


SUBMITTING FILLS

Respond by commenting in a reply to the prompt that you are filling.

The subject line of your comment should be: FILL: title, rating.

The content of your comment should start with:
> Title
> Rating (ie film ratings or AO3 style ratings)
> Any warnings OR you can say ‘choose not to warn’ (think about the AO3 warnings or take a look at our comm guidance if you’re stuck)
> A spoiler warning if your fill contains spoilers/speculation relating to any Marvel films/tv shows released in the last six months. (Not everyone has Disney+/can get to the cinema.)

You can then post your entire fanwork in the comment if it’s short enough OR you can post your fanwork anywhere else on the internet and post a link to it in your comment.

Following these guidelines 1) makes it easier for people to find your fills during the event as a one-stop shop, and know what they’re clicking on and 2) makes it a LOT easier for your mods to create a masterlist at the end, without missing any of your fills. Thank you!

Consider including a teaser to catch people’s attention! If you’re posting on AO3, we have a ‘Community: be_compromised’ tag and a promptathon collection available if you like those sorts of things. If you’re posting on tumblr, let us know and we’ll reblog on the be_comprised tumblr. We want people to be able to find and appreciate your fills <3

There’s no length requirement on fanworks submitted. You can create drabbles or epics, vids, art, fanmixes, anything at all; it’s just all about getting creative! Fills do not have to be complete or completed during the promptathon. You can fill as many prompts as you want, and prompts can be filled multiple times by whoever wants to fill them. Zero pressure; all fun.


SQUEE

We have a generic thread for comments, questions, and chat as the first comment thread in this post. We welcome chatting and cheerleading in replies to prompts and fills. (This is where posting each prompt separately and labelling the subject line of fills helps to keep things organised.) We also have a be_compromised discord server for promptathon and all kinds of discussion if you prefer a chatroom-style space. (Although as above, all prompts and fills will be in this post as a one-stop shop.)

Commenting, cheerleading, and enthusiasm is a huge part of fandom and you are very welcome to join in! Yes, even if you don’t post any prompts or fills.


GENERAL RULES

Our Community Rules apply to this event. To summarise:
> No character or ship bashing. This is a positive fandom space.
> No plagiarism or use of AI.
> Please no RPF (Real Person Fanfiction) or any gossip/speculation about actors’ off-screen non-work lives, as the primary focus of this community is fictional characters.
> Please including a rating for fanworks and a warning OR choose not to warn.
> Be kind and have fun!


If you have any questions about anything please feel free to ask! The easiest way is to use the questions thread, which is in the first comment to this post, or ask on the Discord server.

OKAY THEN BEST BAR EVER, LET’S GET PROMPTING!
 
 
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poppypickle[personal profile] poppypickle on September 8th, 2023 12:19 am (UTC)
FILL: Let Me Tell You a Story About War (PG-13, No warnings)
Summary: Natasha goes to Clint right after the Snap. Some things change. Some things stay the same.

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Two and a half years after the Snap

As far as injuries go, this one doesn’t even make the top ten.

Okay sure, Natasha can feel the bruise blooming on her shoulder and she maybe — maybe — has a cracked rib. And, fine, she’s got a bit of a gash just above her eyebrow. But it’s barely bleeding. She wasn’t even planning on stopping by the compound infirmary until morning, for Chrissakes.

So for the life of her, Natasha can’t figure out why Clint is currently looking at her like that. Like she’s standing at death’s door and one false move will send her tumbling through the exit. But here he is, slamming the door to her quarters angrily before throwing his bow onto the bed and stepping toward her with two quick strides.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Nat?”

She blinks at him. “What are you talking about?”

“You should have called for backup.” He’s skimming his hands over her frantically, checking for injuries. Natasha bites the inside of her cheek to keep from wincing when he brushes against the left side of her ribcage. She rolls her eyes instead.

“It was three guys, Clint –”

“Who had you cornered –”

“They were amateurs –”

“It doesn’t fucking matter –”

“So I’m the amateur now?”

“That’s not – I’m not…” he sputters. His face is only inches from hers and Natasha can suddenly see the wild, frantic fear in his eyes.

Oh, she thinks. Oh.

So she bites back the retort she had on the tip of her tongue and instead reaches up slowly to press her palm against his chest. Natasha can feel his heart beating a rapid, staccato rhythm underneath his vest.

“Hey,” she says, her voice dropping into a low, soothing whisper. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

Clint sucks in a labored breath. His hands are shaking where he’s left them on her shoulders.

You’re okay,” she continues, lifting her free hand up to cup his face. He leans into her touch ever so slightly, but shifts his gaze up to the ceiling. Then down to the floor. Anywhere but right at her.

“I can’t…I can’t lose you,” he finally rasps.

The too at the end of the sentence is unspoken, but they both hear it anyway. And now he’s looking right at her — worry, pain, conflict, and something else Natasha can’t quite place, all swirling in his expression. And for a split second, she wonders if maybe that goddamn Time Stone actually had survived. Because everything suddenly feels like it’s moving fast and slow all at once. Clint is tipping his chin down and stepping in toward her, his calloused hands coming up from her shoulders to coast gently over her cheeks and sink into her hair.

No no no, she thinks.

Then, soft but persistent, finally.

Clint closes the distance between them and suddenly his lips are on hers, equal parts tentative and starved in a way that feels impossible and inevitable at the same time. Natasha is used to assessing every angle — being prepared for all contingencies — so she feels momentarily dumbstruck that she didn’t see this coming.

Stupid girl, the voice in her head whispers. You did see this coming. You just buried it.

She pushes the thought away roughly and opens her mouth to deepen the kiss. Clint is trembling against her, so Natasha slips her arms around his back to pull him close.

She doesn’t do much thinking after that.


Read the rest on AO3

Huge thank you to AlphaFlyer for the beta!


Edited (Added summary) 2023-09-08 12:31 am (UTC)
cassie[personal profile] kiss_me_cassie on September 25th, 2023 12:28 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Let Me Tell You a Story About War (PG-13, No warnings)
OHHHHHH! I love the OH. :D :D :D