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11 March 2013 @ 08:15 am
Fifth Annual WAFF-a-THON Main Thread!  
And if we all could spread a little sunshine
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land


WAFFathon 2013 Official Thread



Welcome, everyone, to the fifth annual WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark around here at times. Not to mention that it rains absolute CRAP on the characters we most love. So to make their not-quite-canon lives a little better, and to increase the per-capita volume of Warm and Fuzzy Feelings (WAFF for short) on these here intertubes, the WAFFathon has arrived!


How to Play:



1)  Comment with a fandom and a prompt. Your prompt can be specific, general, vague, cryptic, silly, goofy, OOC, AU, sexy, anything you like, so long as it brings a little sunshine in the end.

2) Find a prompt you like and make something fluffy and feel-goody out of it. Fanfic, fanart, manips, icons, vids, gifs, fanmixes, motis and macros, and anything else creative are all welcome. Adult content is also welcome, but remember that the goal is to be WAFFy!

3) Post it (or a link to it) in the comments.

4) Watch people's lives light up!

The Rules:



1) Provide lots of encouragement to the creators. Feedback. Compliment. Hug. Friend. Mem. Rec. It's good karma.

2) This meme will be very lightly policed, but policed it will be. So behave. No trashing of others, fandoms, ships, chars, stories, or the meme writ large will be tolerated. Friendly concrit or suggestions are fine, but keep in mind that we are trying to make people happy, not insecure. As your Moddess Goddess(TM), I reserve the right to do what I feel I need to do. Which I hope will be nothing, but which you are hereby forewarned can change depending on my very mercurial mood. So... like I said. Behave.

3) I have no end date in sight for this meme, but I suggest keeping it a weeklong activity.

4) You are more than welcome to crosspost your creative works wherever you like. It should go without saying that taking someone else's work and passing it off as your own elsewhere is unacceptable by any definition. I refer folks to stop_plagiarism   as a good place to follow up on any problems that might occur.

Make the world even happier!



A couple of extra things you can do if you want to make everyone happier:

1) Readers/viewers: If you find an author/creative person you like, go back through their other works and comment on them, or rec their works on your journal. Creative people love feedback and it's especially gratifying when you get feedback on something you thought was lost to time and when someone likes your work enough to recommend it to his or her friends.

2) Creators: be sure to thank readers for their time and energy spent on your work. Friend them if they've friended you or recced you. One of the great things about fan-creative communities is the proximity you can have to the people you admire and respect. We don't get to have conversations with Joss and Kripke and the rest, but we can talk to each other and that's even cooler.

3) Pimp this meme to any friends or communities you think would be interested. You can find banners and code at the Banner Thread. Hotlink your little hearts out!

 
4) If you're feeling really encouraged, please consider making the world a better place on behalf of the fandom community.

CLICK!
The Hunger Site
The Breast Cancer Site
The Child Health Site


DONATE!
ASPCA * Random Acts * International Committee of the Red Cross * UNICEF * American Cancer Society * Amnesty International * National Alliance on Mental Illness * Wings of Peace * St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital * Christian Foundation for Children and Aging * Médecins Sans Frontières

(I know we're all poor in fandom, but we're actually very rich!)

5) Tell someone you love today how much you care for and appreciate them, and remember: Happiness is a completely renewable energy source!

THANKS TO...



...perdiccas   and oxoniensis   for hosting similar memes in the past that I've participated in. You guys set up the model for me to build on.

... jenab, auroramama, peroxidepest17, akadougal, riveroceansea, sycophantastic, embroiderama, darth_firefly, ziarenete13x, shadowvalkyrie, jaune_chat, dref22, bballgirl3022, princess_aleera, nicole_sill, and monteseverus for cheering for the idea and volunteering to leave prompts, fill prompts, and/or pimp.

...YOU! for reading and writing!

Happy happifying!

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Nessa--The Smite Faeriepeppervl on March 11th, 2013 12:50 pm (UTC)
Avengers. Clint/Phil. Taking care of an injured partner. No permanent injury please.
princess_aleera: Life is Randomprincess_aleera on March 12th, 2013 02:28 pm (UTC)
Avengers, Coulson/Clint - angst, h/c, injury, AR - Hidden Depths 1/3
So this started out as angst, and somehow ended up crack. I'm... not sure how that happened, but SUCCESS. (also it's my first Avengers fic ever and I'm sorry for everyone involved. Yeah.)

SPOILERS for part of the Avengers movie; it follows movie canon up until a certain point and deviates from there. I felt the need for fix-it!fic.

Hidden Depths



"Oh," Phil says to no one in particular. "So that's what it does."

~*~


Clint is in the bathroom, checking his bandage in the mirror (even though he doesn't need to; this is Nat's doing, after all) when he hears a faint buzz. He spins around, recognising the noise instantly. The tinny, almost inaudible sound of someone talking into an ear piece. Nat's eyes, usually so sharp, blanks out for a moment as she listens to the message - presumably from Fury. She doesn't raise her hand to press the ear piece closer, but her left hand twitches like she wants to.

Then her eyes shift to Clint, for a fraction of a moment, before her gaze shuts down. It's like someone pulled the drapes behind her eyes, Nat, who even so reserved and on guard usually lets Clint in - and Clint knows it's bad news.

"Who?" He asks, and she shakes her head. It's barely a shake; more like a tic. "Nat." And she still doesn't look him directly in the eyes. He doesn't get it. Even if Tony or Steve or - or any of the people they know here were really bad off, she'd still tell him. They can't afford to be senitmental and weepy, not with their background. (A voice inside his mind asks if whoever's dead is so because of him, and Clint clamps down on it.)

Nat doesn't spare anyone, not even him, the truth. Ever. Unless - and everything whitens. "Phil?" Clint asks, and his voice sounds unused and crackly. He doesn't notice he's cluthing his watch until the glass breaks in his hand.

Finally, Nat dares to look him head-on. "Fury doesn't know," she says, her tone matter-of-fact like always, but her eyes says I'm so sorry, Clint. "We don't - he was taken by the paramedics."

It feels like she's reached in and pulled out the majority of his intestines. "Sick bay?" Clint grits out.

Nat nods once. "ER." She takes one step to the side so he doesn't barrel into her on his way out of the door.

~*~


Nat shows up before they're done operating. Clint realizes, belatedly, that he's still considered a threat among most of SHIELD and could technically have been shot down out here. But apart from the medics, nobody's waiting outside this door. He wonders why - Phil isn't just important to Clint, he's important to everyone. (But not as important as to Clint.)

"Fury's holding a meeting," Nat says. He didn't hear her coming, but he's used to that. She keeps her distance, staring at the operating room through the tiny window in the door. It's impossible to understand much of what goes on in there, but the frantic bustling tells Clint that Phil is still alive.

That's all he needs.

"You weren't invited?" he asks without looking away from the steel door.

"I told him there was a more pressing matter I needed to handle," Nat says levelly, and like usual, there are about five layers to that sentence.

"I'm not causing trouble," Clint says. He's not, he's just standing here. Nobody has even told him to leave, or asked him "hey, weren't you shooting us down just an hour ago?"

"I know," Nat says. "I wasn't talking about you, Clint."

That's when he glances to his side and sees that she isn't looking at him; hasn't been looking at him at all since she got here. She's staring at that door so hard that if she had superpowers, like most of the people in Fury's special meeting, it would melt.

He feels a pang of gratitude at that. "He'll be okay, Nat."

She nods jerkily.

~*~
princess_aleera: Life is Randomprincess_aleera on March 12th, 2013 02:29 pm (UTC)
Avengers, Coulson/Clint - angst, h/c, injury, AR - Hidden Depths 2/3

"Sir," a tired-looking doctor says to him, her words more like a sigh. "You need to go back to your room."

"I'm waiting here," Clint says and doesn't move from his spot, faux-casually leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He's not trying to be hostile or threatening or anything bullshitty like that, but the doctor's eyes are still wary.

"You cannot see special agent Coulson until tomorrow morning the earliest," she says. Leave me the fuck alone and bother me again later is what she really says, and Clint hears it loud and clear.

He's just choosing to ignore it. "I know. And I'm waiting here."

The doctor sends Nat an imploring glance; an unspoken please help me get rid of this asshole.

"Are there any chairs around?" Nat asks, sweet as poison. "It's gonna be a long night for us."

The doctor throws her hands in the air and stalks off, muttering to herself. "Abusing my staff, Barton?" comes a dark, rich - amused? - voice from the end of the hallway, and Clint turns to his boss.

"Not at all, sir," he says a little stiffly. All he wants is to wait here until he can see Phil. Clint needs to see - feel - that Phil's still alive.

Fury doesn't seem overly bothered to have him there, which means Nat must have told everyone that Clint's back on their side. "How's your head?" the commander asks, and Clint's suspicions are confirmed.

"Clear as water, sir."

Fury nods and glances at the door between them and Phil's unconscious, but alive, body. "I thought as much." It's a well-held secret, this thing between Clint and Phil. So naturally, Fury and Nat both know. Fury turns his attention to Nat, who doesn't move, but inclines her head slightly to show him she's listening. "Romanoff, I've placed you and Barton on security tonight. Nobody's getting through those doors. Is that clear?"

"Sir," she says and gives him a feline, but not fake, smile. Fury gives Clint a glance, and can clearly see Clint's relief and gratitude on his face, because their commander leaves without another word.

"He's out of his mind with worry, isn't he?" Clint asks, lips curling upwards.

Nat lets out a tired chuckle and nods.

It's nice to get these periodic drips of proof that Nick Fury is, in fact, human.

~*~
princess_aleera: Life is Randomprincess_aleera on March 12th, 2013 02:30 pm (UTC)
Avengers, Coulson/Clint - angst, h/c, injury, AR - Hidden Depths 3/3
"You're a fucking idiot." It's not what Clint had planned to say, and it's not very eloquently put, but it sums up the circumstances nicely.

Phil looks at him from the bed, those blue-grey eyes lidded and tired and dilated with the pain meds he's on, and smiles a little. "You just swore."

Clint rolls his eyes and dumps down in the chair next to the hospital bed. "So I did." Without any further ado, he grabs Phil's nearest hand, careful of the wires attached to it. Phil seems so small like this, here. Clint can't see the stab wound - it and its bandage is hidden under the thick quilt covering most of the bed and the guy he's so desperate to keep around - but when Phil shifts, pain washes over his face for a second before he relaxes again.

"I'm glad you're back," Phil says, a lot more feeling in those few words than Clint could probably manage in a lifetime's worth of sentences. "I wasn't sure if - if Loki's influence was reversible."

"Natasha almost broke my skull," Clint says easily. "Did the trick." He tries to manage a smile, but can't. At least I'm not the one who did this to you. "Why did you go after him alone?"

"Somebody had to," Phil saas quietly and it's so ridiculously Phil that Clint wants to punch him. He settles for scowling instead.

"I'm not sorry," Phil says and smiles. It softens every aspect of him, not only his face.

"I know you're not," Clint mutters. "You're Phil Coulson, the most super of any of the goodamn heroes in this place." It's meant as a sharp remark, but his voice softens by the end of it. Phil's smile brightens by a fraction, as if Clint just told him a huge compliment. Clint scowls a little more.

"I got to try the new weapon," Phil says, voice weak but bright. He squeezes Clint's hand - as close to an I'm sorry I almost died and left you alone here as Clint knows he'll ever get.

He can't help the indulging smile that breaks on his own face. "Now you're just showing off." Closing the distance is easy and natural. Phil tastes like stale water and pain meds, but he also tastes like Phil. Like he always tastes, and smells. Another fraction of Clint relaxes at that.

"So you're the cellist?" comes Tony Stark's loud voice from behind Clint's back, and Clint almost chokes on his own tongue. Phil's cheeks tint and he looks innocently up at the ceiling, like a dog that's crapped on the carpet and doesn't want their owner to suspect them.

"You told Stark about the cello?" Clint booms. Stark, when he comes into the room followed by Steve, who looks awkward and Nat, who just looks amused (the witch), snickers obnoxiously.

"Never knew you had such hidden depths, Barton," Stark says in a tone that's meant to sound impressed, but his eyes are laughing themselves to death. Clint sends Phil a murderous glare.

"Pepper knew I was seeing someone," Phil says, still with that small smile like he's proud everyone knows that Clint's his guy. Clint can't fathom why. "It was easier to tell her that particular truth instead of a lie. She's very interested in meeting you."

"So, um," Steve coughs awkwardly in the doorway. "Are you feeling okay, boss?"

"He's just been stabbed, poster boy," Stark says, but it's more of a gentle insult than a scathing remark. "I don't think he's about to limbo."

"He can't limbo," Clint hears himself say. "Bad back." Phil's smile is the goddamn sun.

"Barton, you are the cutest thing," Stark says seriously.

Clint wonders if Nat would kill the billionaire for him if he asked her nicely.

~*~FINIS~*~
Nessa--The Smite Faeriepeppervl on March 13th, 2013 05:55 am (UTC)
Re: Avengers, Coulson/Clint - angst, h/c, injury, AR - Hidden Depths 3/3
&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;&heart;

This was wonderful. Thank you. I love all the interactions between the characters and the care between Clint and Phil.
princess_aleeraprincess_aleera on March 13th, 2013 07:01 am (UTC)
Re: Avengers, Coulson/Clint - angst, h/c, injury, AR - Hidden Depths 3/3
Heh, glad you liked it! I've never written Avengers fic before and I never really understood Clint/Phil, and then suddenly I was writng it and now my inner shipper is confused. :3

<3
esgee not sgslytheringurrl on March 14th, 2013 08:36 pm (UTC)
Do they have to be in a relationship?
Nessa--The Smite Faeriepeppervl on March 16th, 2013 05:11 am (UTC)
Nope! I'm happy with a coworker/friends kind of relationship. I'm looking for fond interaction & caring. I would prefer that they not be in relationships with other people for this prompt since it is the Clint/Phil interaction I'm looking for. :D

(Also, sorry! That was me before too. Logged in with the wrong account.)