As voted for on the comm discord, we’re back with a mini promptathon!
What is this? It’s like the big summer promptathon, only a shorter version. It's a fun, no-pressure event 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.
Why ‘love and joy’? Originally this annual mini event was Valentine’s themed, but it’s grown to include International Fanworks day, celebrating various new years, and getting back into the swing of things. We welcome themes in prompts and/or fills of romance, valentines, galentines, friendship, supporting each other, celebrations - but mostly, the point is that this is a little celebration of fandom love and joy.
Banner art by @mx-loar-tev
TIMELINE
Now: we're open for prompts
Friday 20 February: you can start leaving fills (and continuing prompting)
Midnight (whatever your timezone) Sunday 15 March: promptathon is finished and we make a masterlist
HOW TO PLAY
1. Leave your prompt in a comment to this Dreamwidth post. Please post each prompt in its own separate comment. Prompts can be anything. You can re-use prompts from past events if you like, whether they were filled or not. You can leave as many prompts as you like. (Yes, seriously.)
You don’t need a Dreamwidth account - anonymous comments are enabled. If you comment anonymously please consider including your online handle(s) in your comment so we can credit you for prompts and gift fills to you.
2. You can post fills for prompts at any time from Friday 20 February by replying in a comment to the prompt. The subject line of your comment should be: FILL: title, rating.
At the start of your comment please include:
> Title
> Your online handle(s) (if you don't have a dreamwidth account)
> 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)
You can post your entire fanwork in the comment if it’s short enough AND/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!
There’s no length requirement on fanworks submitted and you can create any type of fanwork. You can fill as many prompts as you want, and prompts can be filled multiple times by whoever wants to fill them. If you don't manage to finish your fill during the event, please do still share, it just won't be counted in the masterlist.
3. Sharing the joy! If you post your fill on tumblr, tag #be_compromised or #clintasha, or @ the comm tumblr and we'll reblog. If you’re posting on AO3, we have a ‘Community: be_compromised’ tag. And we'll post a masterlist of all fills on dreamwidth and tumblr after the event.
RULES
1) Our community rules apply to this event and everyone taking part in it. You do not need to be a member of our community or have a dreamwidth account (or any other specific account) to be involved.
2) As in the community rules, all fills must have a rating and a warning/'no warning applies'/'choose not to warn'. Consider including a warning for spoilers of any media that's been released in the last 6 months or so; not everyone has Disney+ or can get to the cinema.
3) We ask for fills to contain at least a mention of Clint and/or Natasha in some way because we love them, but the whole, wide Marvel Universe is yours to play in. We welcome other characters and pairings (and threesomes or moresomes).
Thank you!
If you have any questions please comment in the 'Questions' thread at the top of this post or contact a mod - inkvoices, CloudAltas aka franztastisch, and gsparkle. You're also very welcome to join us on discord and tumblr.
"How do you want to handle this?" Clint asked Natasha as he eyed the old barn and then took a quick inventory of the arrows in his quiver. "I take the front and you ambush them from the back?"
Natasha's lips quirked up in a small smile. "Do you think my bites will be enough, or should I grab one or two of my pistols?"
"Laugh all you want, but that rooster is a menace," Clint said, staring hard at the barn.
"Mmm-hmm. Or maybe you're starting to feel your age and want to feel that little zing of excitement from a good fight again?"
He grumbled, but she noticed he didn't say she was wrong.
"If it helps, I found a grey hair the other day," Natasha volunteered.
He shot her a look. "Exactly one grey hair?
She shrugged delicately. "Its a start. Next week I could have a whole dozen."
Clint chuckled. "Yeah, not likely. I'm aging by the day and you still look the same as you did that day we met in the alley in Belgrade."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, even if its a blatant lie," she said, leaning into his side and giving him a half-hug. "But if you want, instead of fighting roosters on the farm, we could always go to NY and hook up with Yelena and Alexei's new team. They're bound to have some sort of action we can get in on."
"Nothing like working with a bunch of twenty-somethings to make me feel even older," he said with a snort.
"Alexei's not twenty-something," Natasha observed with a smirk.
Clint shot her a look. "Not helping. Besides, do you really think Alexei's doing all that much heavy lifting in NY? Or any lifting at all?"
That got a small small chuckle out of her. "Probably not. But why not go up for a visit anyway?"
He thought about it. "It's a good idea. I want to check in on how Kate's making out. And maybe if I'm lucky, Bucky and I can kick Walker's ass in their training gym."
"That's the spirit!" Natasha said, stretching up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "So NY?"
Well hello, let’s do this. A recap post is for sure an interesting way to start this page.
I’m ScenicLola on AO3, write fic for MCU and Marvel comics. Pretty much exclusively Clintasha, though I plan to branch out soon.
This year I started writing again after a big break and for the first time I decided to be intentional about my writing. I wrote 7 fics ranking up 30,447 words all together. Most of it due to joining @be-compromised 💜 a very motivating and positive community!
Now for the fics
First my two WIP:
I see palm trees and chipped tiles
An no-powers AU, where Nat is a digital nomad and Clint travels for work. Developing romance with the background of hiking, Spanish flair, small town dramas, and tourists versus natives conflicts. Mostly fluff with a social commentary on over tourism.
Different time and different place
A third part of my Endgame fix-it series. Clint and Natasha settle into a slow, familiar routine, finding comfort in small-town life. An unexpected mystery forces them to confront shadows they thought were buried.
The rest of the fics are one-shots and were written for various @be-compromised events:
Vodka is not water, but try telling it to your Father
My first attempt at humor 😁 Yelena convinces Natasha to go to visit Alexei and Melina for Orthodox Christmas. Clint comes with.
Louder than sound
Clint and Natasha go undercover at a rave, or so Clint believes.
One step at a time
How do kids know precisely where you’re doubting yourself - and then drag it into the open in a way you’d never expect? She’d never know it. Or Lila asks Natasha for advice.
I Can Still Hear You Saying
Melina POV fic during the Ohio Mission, 1993. A quiet night in a fake family that stops feeling fake.
All The Ways We Run
A Secret Santa fic for @iriel3000
Natasha hasn’t slept in months. Clint hasn’t stopped killing.
In the quiet hours before dawn, they meet in the middle. Or our favorite disregulated assassins loosing their mind during the blip.
My plans for next year is to finish my 2 WIP’s. And start writing other fics i have out lines for.
Also want to get back into art, want to challenge myself to make a fan art for each fic i write, but this is ambitious so we will see 😁
For now here is a art for my Louder than Sound fic 😍
Summary: Before Steve leaves to return the Infinity Stones, he, Bruce, Bucky, and Sam discover that one of the stones is missing.
for the be_compromised Summer Promptathon 2023
TAGS: fix-it fic, happy ending
excerpt:
"Remember you have to return the stones at the exact same moment we got 'em or you're gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities." Professor Banner placed the case of stones on a small work station table.
He, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes were deep in the forest of Tony and Pepper Stark’s property to see Steve Rogers off.
"Don't worry Bruce, I'll clip all of the branches." Steve said.
"That's odd," Banner mumbled, "the coordinates for Vormir are already entered. That's supposed to be your last destination."
Steve and Bruce exchanged glances. It felt like a betrayal to say the planet's name.
"You know I tried, when I had the gauntlet, the stones, I really tried to bring her back." Bruce exhaled. "I miss her, man."
"Me, too." Steve nodded.
Bucky and Sam walked up as Banner made preparations. Steve opened the case.
"What? No, no...oh no."
"What's wrong, Cap?" Sam asked.
Bruce glanced over, jaw dropping. Sam and Bucky peered around the side.
"Umm. They're supposed to be six, right?" Sam asked with big eyes.
Bucky pointed at each stone.
"Power, reality, time, space, mind..."
"Soul stone." Steve finished, exchanging a knowing look with Bucky.
Prompt fill for the @be-compromised summer promptathon for @cloud--atlas (I hope) who promoted:
just because I’m losing, doesn’t mean I’m lost
no one can ever save you
if no one can ever find you
- lost girls // tilly and the wall
“Stop trying to save me!” she shouts, pain pulling her chest as he looks at her, hurt.
“No.”
His voice is quiet, determined.
It’s not the response that Natasha expects.
“You’re not supposed to love me,” she stares, hard eyes looking at him.
He holds her gaze, more intent now.
Lightning makes her face visible, he can see the tears.
“I will love you in any world, but you’re not allowed to leave this one,” he stipulates.
Thunder claps and he knows she’s going to make a run for it.
But she should know.
He’s always going to come after her.
The turn of her body and pause at the door makes him try again.
“No matter where you go, I will always be yours.”
Clint can’t stop his voice breaking. He doesn’t know what to say to make her stay.
He wants to say the right words, do the right thing, help; but he’s failing. Failing at making her stay with him.
“You can’t save me,” she mutters, swinging the door open and stalking into the storm.
He hears the rain now, but it might just be the roaring in his head.
He doesn’t accept her words.
Clint knows, she’s not a lost cause.
He’s chased her to Belfast, to Perth, to Auckland and back to the States. He’s found her in hotels, motels and holiday inns and even though it’s only been two weeks, he still doesn’t know what’s happened to make her run, to trigger her flight.
He does know that she’s not as lost as what she thinks she is, because there’s always some clue about where she’s been.
Natasha is not the enigma she thinks she is, and he’s not sure what that says about either of them. That he knows her so well, that he knows her next move, or that she inadvertently drops clues without realising it.
Or perhaps it’s more a clue into her state of mind. That, even her subconscious is trying to help.
He walks out into the rain, the biting wind making it feel like sharp pins against his face.
“Why?” she shouts from the car.
“Why do you keep trying?”
Frustration bubbles.
“Because I love you, you idiot. And I will not stop trying. So you can think that no one is going to save you, that no one will find you, but you’ll always know it’s wrong.”
He’s getting soaked as he moves closer to the car.
There’s tears on his face now.
Her pain, her anguish, hitting him as he watches her hesitate.
“Why?” she asks again, softer this time.
“Come inside,” he asks, shouting against the wind.
“Come inside and I will tell you all the ways I love you. I will tell you everything,” he pauses.
“Just don’t run again?”
There’s hesitation.
He doesn’t doubt he’s getting through to her, because he hasn’t seen her gun yet, not like in Belfast. And she hasn’t hit him yet, like in Perth. Progress.
“Come inside,” he pleads.
The car turns off, but still neither move.
Clint can feel his shoes squashing into the ground as it turns to mud.
“Please?”
She must see the anguish on his face.
There’s movement. He backs up as she moves forward.
The walk is slow, like she’s trying to use it as a cleansing; rain soaking them both.
He walks in parallel. She has to enter the door first, she needs to choose this, otherwise she’s going to run again.
natasha has this garden that is dedicated entirely to plants that are deadly and can kill you and its the most dangerous garden in the world and holds over 100 killing plants (its apparently a real garden in England)
clint is her gardener and everyone is scared of her but clint and hes falls in love with her
*these are just our ideas to help you guys write them if you want! put your own spin to them! we would love love love to read them and give you all the support! and feel free to leave me, or Alice, a message or an ask about your au ideas, if you have any, or to send us your work! tag us (@scarlettjohanssones & @alicebecketts) and use our tag #clintnAUt*
