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[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

Heartbreaking Lure

“Are you ready, John?” Sherlock shouts from the bedroom.

“Probably not,” John mutters under his breath.

“Sure,” he says out loud.

John must blink several times when his so-called boyfriend appears in the doorway. If he hadn’t been so familiar with Sherlock’s body and demeanour, John wouldn’t have recognised him. Sherlock looks like someone taken out of the hippie era. A golden-haired wig, long and wavy. He has a cerise coloured hairband across his forehead. The shirt is a loose-fitting thing in denim blue embroidered with yellow and red flowers. Low on his hips, a pair of tight white trousers cling to his muscular thighs and widen considerably just below his knees. Worn trainers complete the outfit.

“You don’t do things halfway, do you, love?” John says rhetorically and approaches the figure he almost can’t fathom is Sherlock Holmes.

Before John reaches him, Sherlock puts on a pair of round spectacles with red glasses, which hide those peculiar eyes of his. 

“You know my ways, John,” Sherlock purrs and pulls John in for a languid kiss.

“I do,” John confirms a bit out of breath after the lovely snog. “Now get your gorgeous arse moving, and I’ll see you later.”

John gives Sherlock’s arse cheeks a good squeeze to emphasise his words and Sherlock gives him a wink before bouncing down the stairs.

***

John feels utterly ridiculous when he’s dressed himself. It’s Sherlock who has bought the costume, and of course it reflects one of the many kinks of the detective. However foolish John feels dressed up as a sailor, he knows it’ll be worth it in the end.

The only way John can get Sherlock to attend a carnival, is for a case, like now. They are both undercover trying to catch the jewellery thief red-handed. 

When John arrives at the posh apartment in Mayfair, Sherlock’s nowhere to be seen.

Clueing for looks somewhere, John thinks to himself and chuckles. 

John’s disguise doesn’t stand out at all. There are all sorts of costumes, from the pompous Marie Antoinette figure to something reminiscent of Jean Valjean when he was imprisoned. A few hippies emerge from another room, but none of them is Sherlock.

John wanders around, his hands clasped on his back as if inspecting a regiment. 

Old habits die hard.

A murmur in his ear, startles him.

“As you were, sailor.”

“Git,” John hisses. “We don’t know each other, remember.”

Sherlock’s rumble is low and makes John’s knees weak with desire. The power Sherlock’s voice has over him should be alarming, but the feeling is far too delicious to fight. 

“The library in five minutes. Second door to the right,” Sherlock whispers and gives John’ earlobe a lick before he’s gone.

John takes a deep breath and steels himself for the confrontation that will happen in a few minutes.

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“Stop laughing,” John complains when they’re back at Baker Street.

“But, darling, you look so sweet when you’re like this,” Sherlock explains, his voice filled to the brim with glee.

The confrontation had gone well, until the thief had tried to flee. John had tackled the woman, dressed as Zorro, in some sort of boudoir. She had been like an eel in John’s hands and had gotten a hold of a jar of glitter that she had thrusted at John. Sherlock and Lestrade came to his rescue, but the glitter stuck to John’s face, neck, hair and hands.

“I’m taking a shower!” John exclaims while Sherlock still shakes with laughter.

“Jo…John, don…don’t be upset. You look ador…”

“Shut it, Sherlock! Not funny anymore,” John spits and marches to the bathroom.

It takes forever to get rid of all the twinkly bits, and John’s mood has not improved. When he finally turns off the shower, he hears familiar music being played in the sitting room. It’s something John always describes as a heartbreaking lure. “In the Cluster Blues”. One of his favourites, and Sherlock’s way of apologising.

John smiles, his mood suddenly lightening, something only one person in the world is able to make happen so quickly. His beloved Sherlock Holmes.

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[#FFF243 Glitter and Blues]

There's glitter and there's blues! Is it make-up? Decorations? The remnants of a party? And where's the blues coming from? Are we talking about feeling blue or music? Show us what's glittering, show us the blues! We want to knwo who and where and if your character fell into a box of blue glitter then most importantly we want to know why!

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[baubeautyandthegeek]

The world was on fire and no-one could save me but you//It's strange what desire will make foolish people do – Verna/Morella Usher

A/N: So it's time for another @flashfictionfridayofficial . Glitter and Blues. GIF made for me by the bae @whoreofthecottage

Blue dress, soft, silk. Verna’s eyes scan the club for it before she moves closer, her whisper fails, the woman’s glittery bunny mask glints in the blue lights of the club and Verna catches her hand inches from losing her, dragging her back, away, through the doors of the club.

“What the f…”

Morella’s curse breaks off as Verna kisses her, the woman’s red cape and hood hide her eyes even as she shoves the death mask back out of sight. It’s a long, lingering, kiss, long enough that the screams from the club seem to fade as Morella’s focus closes in only on the woman in her arms. It's only later she’ll realize the stranger saved her life.

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[tamiveldura]

My first of hopefully many @flashfictionfridayofficial short fiction pieces!

Details: Fantasy, dragons?

Warnings: blood and implied violence

Glitter and Blues

Ka'le scrambled on their bloody hands and knees, the sharp stone unforgiving of their raw palms. Broken shale caught on their torn pants and sliced new, elaborate scars into their shins. The unstable rock slid into glass pieces under their weight--clattering like broken pottery, the glaze sparkling behind them--leaving a glossy trail as easy to follow as the migration of white-faced elk across the plains.

They hoped this unstable hole in a mountainside of scree was small enough to hide them from the Watcher.

The shale snapped as Ka'le ducked low. They squirmed between the suspended rock above and the crisp bed of black shards below, bits of sharp rock dust puffing into the air with every breath. Only a few meters in, the light faded to a grey and murky gloom.

But the heat of the sun also abated. It was cooler here, wedged between the foot of the mountain and the top of the talus. Ka'le paused long enough to let out a wavering, exhausted breath.

They had run. For that alone the Watchers would chase, and when the Watchers chased, they played with what they caught. Ka'le had nightmares about those hooked claws and crisscrossed teeth. They didn't need personal experience with them.

But worse, Ka'le had run because they'd been caught. They'd abandoned Se'let without a single thought and bolted for the rim of the valley. It was a miracle Ka'le lasted long enough to regret that. Hopefully Se'let.... Ka'le just hoped. For something unnameable and impossible. Something they couldn't put words to exactly because that meant considering things they didn't hope. If they didn't think about it too much, didn't define the hope, it couldn't be torn from their heart and tendered to gristle and fat beneath the Watcher's teeth.

With a miasma of possible hope, Ka'le slid unexpectedly into a wider cavern. The shale sparkled like glitter in the slanted glimpse of a light beam, tinkling like bells to the base of what was clearly a curated pile of rocks.

They were all quite round. Almost perfectly so. And they'd been arranged in a cluster eight in a circle around a larger one in the center. They were mottled in darker shades. Possibly gray. But maybe blue, it was hard to tell in the gloom.

Ka'le slid to their feet and used the nearest round rock as a hand-hold. It stood up to their waist. The big one up to their head.

And below Ka'le hand something monstrously large moved in the rock.

Not a rock. An egg.

The not-a-rock deformed under Ka'le's hand and split with the tearing sound of wet fabric. Like a pair of shears through woven tapestry. Fluid spilled, splashing, making the unsteady rock even more slick.

A dark creature peeped helplessly, then collapsed out of the shell, its wall integrity failing in a long, tearing RIIIIIIIP.

It was darker than its shell, nearly as dark as the shale. And its body glistened with fluid as it struggled to stand on four legs, chirping oddly like a bird for something so large. As big as Ka'le at least. The shaft of light caught it across the face and Ka'le saw shimmering blue eyes before the creature flinched into deeper darkness--and right into Ka'le.

They both tumbled to the rock. The animal's head landed roughly on Ka'le's chest and all the wind went out of them in a rush.

Shale moved above and behind him. Slowly. Something large stepped closer to the eggs, the shadow of it alone enough to tense Ka'le from head to toe.

They gasped, their throat closing over a scream. Even as the baby lifted its head and chirped. The hatchling didn't have much in the way of claws. Or teeth.

But its Watcher mother had plenty of both.

She growled low, and every unsteady rock in the cave rattled like the tail of a dimond snake.

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[mundanemoongirl]

For this week’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt

I’ve been waiting for an excuse to write something like this even though I don’t know how it’ll fit into my wip

Daron, who was normally very punctual, had completely lost track of time. She felt as though she had been in the dressing room for ages, sitting still as the maids brush glitter over her eyelids and cheeks. As they braided the hair she grew down to her knees to display the white streak—the mark of her clan—so it couldn’t be seen. As they did their best to make her look like a human.

Daron held back a sigh. She had always given everything she could for her clan, but now she was responsible for more than them. Going through with this ball—and further down the line, marriage—would end the centuries-long silence between humans and witches.

Just as the maid finished tucking away the last strand of her hair, someone rapped at the door.

“The prince ordered these be delivered to Lady Daron,” said the servant on the other side.

Daron saw her glimpse into the room, then quickly skirt away as their eyes met. Daron turned her gaze back to the chest being brought into the room, unaffected. It made perfect sense to her that the humans in the palace were eager to catch a glimpse of their soon-to-be witch princess before her introduction ball. It was simpler to judge if she was a threat to their kingdom or not when she was nearly alone and not yet done up in jewels and smiles.

Speaking of jewels, that was what was in the chest her betrothed sent to her. Necklaces, bracelets, and brooches, all stacked on one another. They glittered and glinted and were completely useless.

Daron rolled her eyes. She had told Prince James months ago when he first gave her a chest of jewels that she didn’t want nor need them. She disliked the way they had no real purpose other than to obscure a person’s beauty, unlike the jewels witches created to work magic. But she did not want to come off as ungrateful, so she sorted through them.

“Take any you want,” one of the maids said. “They’re all for you.”

As Daron trifled through the box, she figured that Prince James must have picked these jewels out with her in mind. They were much more toned down than his first gift, and came in colors she was more likely to wear. At least there was one light in this situation. Against her will, Daron had ended up adoring her human prince.

Daron’s gloved hands came upon a single sapphire, as large as her thumb, hanging on a chain. This one. She always wore some sort of blue on her as it was one of her clan colors, but she had no say when the maids dressed her in white—James had told her it was tradition. Daron clasped the accessory around her neck, admiring in a mirror how it stood out so much against the white.

If the humans needed comfort, then fine, she would let them tie her hair up in a way that hid her heritage and flaunt her around in “pure” colors. She would do what it took to unite humans and witches, but that didn’t mean she would completely forsake her clan. They would always come first.

Daron shut the lid to the chest and stood. She had been pampered in this room for far too long.

“Nothing else?” the maid asked, eyebrows raised.

“No, nothing else.”

Daron picked up her skirts and left the room. She was going to make a grand entrance, charm the courtiers, and dance waltz after waltz with her betrothed the way the queen taught her. And she was going to do it all perfectly.

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[mtnikolle]

Brilliant in the Sunlight

Summary: Tobirama's not sure who it was or how they did it, but when he figures it out, there'll be hell to pay!

WC: 821

Rating: G

Tobirama actually grimaced when he saw his armour. There was no help for it, though, he needed it for team training this morning. He indulged in a hefty sigh. When he found out who was responsible…

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Hizuren, Koharu, and Homura were all already at the training ground when he arrived. He hoped they were working on their situational awareness, but it seemed equally likely that they were simply lying in wait for his arrival. There was a moment of (hopefully shocked) silence, then all three children burst into giggles. At least Koharu had the decency to try and hide her giggles behind her hand…

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Tobirama was undecided whether he prefered to think his prankster knew about the council meeting right after team training this morning or not. As soon as the children disappeared towards their homes, he indulged in his second grimace of the day—he would not have time to go home and change. Even if he left the armour in his office, it had surely already infected the clothing underneath. He shored up his mental defences and decided that Hiraishin was definitely the best way to get to his office in the administration building. At least he would be able to bypass the general public, and his state would be a rumour only. With his reputation, such was likely to be dismissed by the public at large…

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All eyes were fixed on him the instant he walked through the meeting room door. He kept his face carefully blank even as Hashirama turned red from laughter. He feet the distinctive spike of chakra that came from Madara activating his sharingan. The Nara clan head merely raised an eyebrow. The Hyuga head keeps his face as blank as Tobirama's own, but his chakra took on a tone of judgement and disapproval.

Tobirama took his seat and didn't bother waiting for his anija to calm down, or begin the meeting in his own time as was proper. He just wanted out of here as soon as possible. He glanced at the first item on the agenda.

“Nara-sama, would you please update us on the plans for the village mission ranking system…?”

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Tobirama had hoped to escape to home immediately after the meeting so he could Hiraishin home to change, and possibly disappear into his lab for the rest of forever. His luck, however, was still against him, and lzuna was waiting right outside the meeting room door when they finally adjourned.

“Tobirama! Just who I wanted to see! Let's go for a spar!”

It wasn't their usual time to spar, and lzuna's voice held the edge of mockery that told Tobirama that a) he'd heard about Tobirama's predicament somewhere already, and b) he wanted to make sure as many people witnessed it as possible.

“Unfortunately, I have a previous engagement.”

“Nonsense! I stopped by your office to find you first! This meeting was the last thing on your agenda!”

Tobirama was going to fire his assistant for letting lzuna anywhere near his desk…

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The spar with Izuna was good for two things: lzuna made an excellent target for today's frustrations, and his armour was actually <i>cleaner</i> by the end of it.

“Let's head to that new Akimichi barbeque place for lunch! I know you haven't had a chance to eat yet,” Izuna suggested.

The condition of Tobirama's armour was actually of benefit here because Izuna wouldn't throw his arm over Tobirama's shoulders to force the issue. Not that there would usually be anything to force. Which meant there was opportunity here.

Tobirama’s mouth tilted into a smirk, “I'll meet you there.”

He hiraishined home before Izuna could react.

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Safety was not yet to be had—Mito and Tōka were having tea on the engawa when he arrived. Clearly, trying to keep any more mess out of his personal rooms was a mistake.

“Tobi-chan! You're looking swanky today!” Tōka teased before he could storm off into his rooms, mess be damned.

He chose not to say anything, just flipped her off as he stomped passed. Mito remained blessedly silent…

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One advantage to living in the clan head's home was the addition of a private bathroom within his own suite of rooms. Tobirama slipped silently through the corridors, all mercifully empty, straight there and disposed of all his clothing into the tub.

It didn't matter how careful he was, all the shinobi skills in the world couldn't keep the glitter someone had covered his armour with from cascading all over the floor, the sink, the towels, his brush…

When he found out who had managed to cover his armour in bright blue glitter, there would be hell to pay. He smirked—a larger, more evil smirk than the one he'd given Izuna. This would be an excellent chance to test his self-replicating seals. His target would determine if they'd be filled with glitter… or paperwork.

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[renee-writer]

Long Days, Short Years

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial 243 prompt

Glitter spills across the floor. Her daddy sighs while her mom just smiles.

“She is only two, once.” She remains him.

Four years later, the glitter and chaos multiplied with her two sisters. Hands work to keep the shiny stuff away from the baby.

“No, no, you can't eat that.” a toy is handed to her instead. With a six year old, a four year old, and the baby, one, glitter becomes a fact of life.

“It won't always be this way,” this time it is him reminding her, “they will be grown soon enough.”

He doesn't realize how right he is.

Ten years later.

“Mom, please zip me up.” She is ready for her first formal. Her parents aren't. They are full of pride mixed with bittersweetness. Her sisters look on with longing. 

“That will be me in two years.”

“Lucky you. It will be forever for me.” The other laments.

“Don't wish this time away.” Their dad says as he looks at his oldest. She is stunning in her gown. The beads sparkle like the long gone glitter.

Ten years later

She swallows back tears at seeing her in her wedding gown. Her dad weeps unashamedly. 

As they watch her dance with her new husband under the blue tinted dance floor, he says, “You were right. I shouldn't have complained about the glitter and enjoyed their childhood more.”

“God gives second chances. We will let our grandkids spill glitter everywhere.”

Remember, the days are long but the years are so short.

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[lucigoo]

#FFF243 - "Bring Your Older Gays To Play" at Club Erebor

#FFF243 - @flashfictionfridayofficial

Pairing - Bilbo/Thorin

Warnings - Implied smut

Word Count - 1050

Summary - Frodo had covinced Bilbo to go the event night at his favourite queer club. All Bilbo wated to do was go home, back to his books and cup of tea. Well, that was until Mr tall, dark and sexy was pushed into him.

Ao3 Here

Bilbo sighed into his odd looking cocktail. He was almost 65 years old. He felt much too old for this nonsense. Why did Frodo have to go to the one gay club that had a “Bring Your Older Gay To Play” night? He didn’t want to play. He was much too old and cantankerous for this. All these older men dressed up like spring chickens. Well, Bilbo was glad they were having a good night, he however was not. He wanted to be back home with his books and a nice cup of tea. He looked around at the surrounding people, the fast-paced music that was giving him a headache and all the grinding. All the touching and flesh on display. He spotted Frodo smushed between two much older men and couldn’t help but frown. He knew they would just be dancing, that Frodo had Sam waiting at home for him, but still, those older gents should know better than to dance with twinks like his lad. Bilbo was watching where their hands were on his boy like a hawk, when he watched Frodo’s head turn before he left the older men to join two younger ones. Lads that were beautiful, even if Bilbo said so himself, trying not to be a lecher. They were both in leather. The dark-haired one was dancing with a stunning woman who was wearing a trans flag as a cape. He was wearing a leather corset and Bilbo could see why Frodo was drawn to them. The blonde one was also in leather, just as tight, but much less revealing. Bilbo couldn’t see who he was dancing with, but he could see the blonde ogling his Frodo. He watched as Frodo bent forward and the blonde pulled back, a much friendlier rather than a predatory smile on his face now. Well, that was all right then, Bilbo thought as he turned back around for another of these vile concoctions. What he wouldn’t give for a decent ale or cider. Talk about stereotypical queer drinks, he thought with a frown. Because he had turned around, he didn’t see Frodo pointing at him excitedly, explaining he was his Uncle Bilbo, but may as well have been his da. It also meant he didn’t see the blond and brunette look at him and get mischievous smiles on his face. In fact, he was there, happily minding his own business, wishing it was 1am already, when he heard a slight commotion behind him and a solid body thud into him from behind. “I beg your pardon!” He said angrily as he turned. The person who had bumped him was facing the other way and was honest to goodness growling. It lit a fire in Bilbo that he hadn’t felt in years. “Fili, Kili, apologise,” the other man demanded of two unseen people. Blob heard a chorus of “Sorry Uncle Thorin” before there were giggles and quiet where they had been. “I swear you would think they were toddlers again,” the other man, Thorin, Bilbo assumed, said as he turned around towards Bilbo. Bilbo felt his mouth go dry at the sight in front of him. Thorin was tall, easily 6ft and dwarfing Bilbo’s 5ft 4 frame. He had long black and silver hair in intricate braids and a beautifully sculptured face. Bilbo almost thought he was looking at a god.

 A god with a frown, well that wouldn’t do. It had been a long time since he had seriously flirted and he was a bit out of practice, but still, he was cute, even on the other side of 60, even if he was even plumber then he had ever been before, and well, if this god of a man wanted to throw him about a bit he wouldn’t complain, moaning, well, that would be an entirely different story. “Hi,” he all but purred as he got closer. “Im Bilbo,” he said as he placed a gentle hand on the extremely muscular chest before him. He watched as the other man’s throat bobbed and he gave Bilbo a quick once over, a soft smirk gracing his face. Very nice, Bilbo thought as he pressed in closer. “Im Thorin,” the other man said in a deep, soothing voice. Bilbo closed his eyes, imagining what that voice could do to him on his plush bed. “Your sons?” he asked as he heard whispering behind them, peeking his head round Thorin’s deliciously bulky body and spotting Frodo, who was giggling like a faunt with the three people from before. “My nephews and my niece in law, menaces the lot of them.” Thorin said with a shake of his head that caused his hair to brush on Bilbo’s hand, making him shiver. “My nephew, my lad is with them. He is probably a bigger menace than yours.” Bilbo said with a laugh. “The little one with the curls?” Thorin asked. When Bilbo nodded, Thorin smiled. “Does he look like you did at his age?” “Similar, but I’m like a fine wine. I got much better, at everything, with age,” Bilbo said as he walked his fingers up Thorin’s neck and to his check, wiping some glitter that was under his eye. “Kili, the brown-haired menace,” Thorn said in exasperation. “It suits you, glitter and blue, very sexy,” Bilbo said as he put his arms around Thorin’s neck. “Do you ... Do you wanna get out of here? It’s not really my idea of a good time,” Thorin said, surprising Bilbo with his nervousness. “Mine either. Did yours do puppy dog eyes, too?” Bilbo asked and laughed at the sheepish expression and d from Thorin. “Well, I will not enjoy his smug smile tomorrow, but I’m glad Frodo dragged me here.” Bilbo said with a soft smile. “You are?” Thorin asked, smiling back. “Oh yes, come on Mr tall, dark and sinfully sexy, my bed is big enough for us both,” Bilbo said as he linked his hand with Thorin’s. Both of them ignoring the quartet of cheers from their little audience. Yes, Bilbo thought to himself as he walked out with Thorin’s hand warm in his. Considering he had despised the place, he was glad he had come and knew he was going to have a night to remember. Hopefully more than one. 

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[fourohfourrealitynotfound]

the mug

for @flashfictionfridayofficial #FFF243 - Glitter and Blues

[376 words]

"Good morning, Luce," Lockwood said when she padded into the kitchen. He already had the kettle on and was standing in front of the stove. He was clearly trying to look nonchalant, but he kept shifting his weight hovering his spatula like he didn't quite know what to do with it. "George had to go to the library early, so I'm afraid you're stuck with my cooking this morning." 

"I could have cooked," she said, leaning forward to try to peer over his shoulder into the pan. The contents looked suspiciously like eggs. 

Lockwood shooed her away with his spatula. "No, I've got this! Sit down! Eggs can't be that hard, they're one ingredient." 

Lucy frowned. "They're at least three ingredients. Eggs and salt and pepper." 

"Right," he said, but his smile looked a bit panicked. "But those are seasoning, not ingredients." He turned back to the stove and immediately reached for the salt and pepper shakers. 

"Uh-huh." She checked the toaster and saw that it already had bread toasting, so at least there was a backup ready. Reassured, Lucy took her seat at the table. 

The kettle whistled a few moments later. Lockwood jumped and rushed to pour the water over the tea bags. He set the mugs down at the table, one in his spot and one right in front of Lucy. She blinked in surprise at the design, as it wasn't one of the normal mugs from the Lockwoods' collection of world-trip souveneirs. This one was midnight blue with a large cursive 'L' done in silver glitter.  

She turned back to look up at Lockwood for explanation, but he was already back at the stove. "New mug?" she asked. 

"Uh—" Lockwood stammered. He turned to glance back at her, the tips of his ears going pink. "Oh, yeah, that. It's for you. You know, for your birthday." 

Lucy hadn't told anyone in London when her birthday was, so she wasn't expecting him or George to do anything. She supposed he had seen it somewhere on her employee paperwork. Lockwood looked nervous about her silence, so she gave him half a smile. "Right. Uh, thanks."  

"You're welcome." He turned back to the eggs and promptly swore. 

 "Do you need help?" 

"Nope! I've got it!" 

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[polizwrites]

A Shining Example

This is a fill for today’s  @flashfictionfridayofficial  prompt: [#FFF243 Glitter and Blues]  as well as my @thehawkeyesbingo  square  C3 - "I've never been so humiliated in my life."

Fandom:  MCU/Marvel Pairing:  Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes Rating: General Tags:  Avenger Tower,  Avengers as Family,  Mistake, Hurt Feelings Summary: When a live-streamed demonstration goes wrong,  Clint has to reassure Bucky things aren’t as bad as they seem.

"I've never been so humiliated in my life."  Bucky groaned,  shaking his head vigorously to send a shower of shiny particles flying every which way.    “No one’s ever going to take me seriously again.” 

“I said I was sorry!” Clint apologized, backing slowly away.   “I swear that was supposed to be a grappling arrow!”   It had been Kate’s idea to live-stream an Avengers training session,  which meant that instead of seeing a demonstration of how to use a line to scale the side of a building, thousands of people watched as a blast of rainbow   sparkles covered the former Hydra’s Fist head to toe. 

“Now you’re the Glitter Soldier!”  Yelena crowed,  nearly bent double with laughter.    “So much for fading into the shadows!”  

Bucky muttered something in Russian that Clint was thankful most of their audience wouldn’t understand before  stalking out the door.   Clint bit back a curse of his own.  “Okay you two - your turn.   Give our audience their money’s worth.” Kate started to explain that the livestream was free, but Clint was already out the door in search of his boyfriend.  

Bucky wouldn't be that hard to find; after all, he was leaving a twinkling trail behind him.   The fleet of cleaning ‘bots in residence at the Tower were going to have their work cut out for them. 

Clint finally tracked Bucky down to one of their favorite hideouts - the ledge behind the giant Avengers symbol that shone out across the city.   He sat down beside Bucky who was staring out at the skyline.   “Sweetheart?” 

“Go ‘way,”  Bucky mumbled in reply,  “before you get covered in these damn sparkles, too.”   

“Would it help if I said the glitter is water soluble?  Kate’s very eco-conscious.”    That got a snort in reply, which Clint took as a good sign.    “I’m sorry I screwed up and embarrassed you.”  

“Not your fault.  Well, mostly not. It’s just…”  Bucky sighed heavily. “I’ve spent so long being seen as a villain. I was hoping these videos would let people see who I really am.  How I’m trying to make up for all the terrible things I did. And instead, I looked like a fool.” 

“Welcome to my world,” Clint replied.   “Remember the photos of me climbing out of a dumpster?  And all the memes they generated?”  

“Yeah - Natasha sent me a couple - still got them saved on my phone.  What’s your point?” 

“That we’re not perfect.  Not any of us.  Ask Tony about the birthday party where he and Rhodes trashed his mansion.  Then there’s the cringe-worthy Captain America PSAs  and Darcy’s stories about Thor’s first few days on Earth.” Clint paused for a moment.    “But when push comes to shove, everyone knows that we’ll step up and be the heroes the world needs.  And you’ll be right there with us.” 

Bucky nodded thoughtfully.  “You go around giving everyone pep talks like this?” 

“Only people I care about.”  Clint leaned over and pressed a kiss against Bucky’s glitter-sprinkled cheek.   

#writing stuff #flash fic friday #WinterHawk #Bucky x Clint #Clint x Bucky #shameless self promo

[mtnikolle]

Sun sits just below

Snow tinted in blue shadows

Glitters in the light

@flashfictionfridayofficial

#FFF243 Glitter and Blues #haiku #walking outside in the winter #winter #snow #sunrise #sunset #poetry

[polizwrites]

PoliZ's WIP Update - 27 Mar 2024

Another slow week, but am generally pleased with my progress.  I touched  4 fics (2 new works & 2 WIPs) for a total of  1833  words.  

On Ao3, I posted: 

Chapter Seven of  My Love is Vengeance - ongoing WIP with young!Tony/bodyguard!Bucky vs Hydra.  

Treading a Rocky Road - platonic/pre-slash WinterIron ficlet.

On Tumblr I posted: 

 Fathers Don’t Know Best  - A No Powers AU meet-ugly-ish ficlet featuring angsty!drunk!Tony and SHIELD analyst!Bucky 

Untangling Their Attraction - a flirty, kinda sexy getting together WinterIron ficlet 

I’m juggling  17 😬 active/semi-active WIPs with my current  deadline being the Post July Break Bingo, which ends in April. 

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Stony AUniverse Bingo  [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Final count - twenty-one fills for five bingos - hoping this event comes back so I can carry over a couple of squares!   Masterpost STILL forthcoming….   

Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)

Finally got my Masterpost done!  

Post July Break Bingo  [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)

Two fill on my  2x3 non-fandom-specific card - still working on  potential crossovers.

* A2 - "You knew?"  - matched this up with Chapter Three  of my Stony spyfic WIP -  Keeping All My Secrets Safe Tonight -  it’s coming in at 1079 words and after a bit more editing, should be posting this week or next.    

* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on one of my open cards.

*  C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint).

* C2 - “What are we?”  Pair up with  SRB C5 - Exes to Lovers ? 

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends  15 Jun 2024)

Thirteen fills and one WIP at the moment  - need to ponder other possible crossovers with my non-fandom cards & BaBB.  

* C5 - Exes to Lovers   see JBB “What are we?” above 

Bucky Barnes Connect Four - Alt Jun-iverse [BBC4_R2]  {Ends May 31 2024}

Another fun event from the good folks over at  @buckybarnesevents! You sign up for a single row card of four squares and the challenge is to see if you can combine any/all into a single Bucky-centric AU fanwork - although you can also create fanworks that are based on a single or combo of 2-3 squares if you want.  

The combo of prompts on my first card [Reality Show,  Omegaverse, Talent/Manager, Royalty] sparked an idea that I’m about 230 words + misc notes into already -  Alpha!Bucky as a technical prince   who gets talked into joining a reality show that is supposed to match him up with an omega… but there’s a twist!  Planning to pick this back up in the next week or so.  

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] {Ends TBD} 

Just signed up for this fun Tumblr event - got a 3x3 card and and am looking forward to creating more  Clint-centric content and trying my hand at a bit of  Kate Bishop fic as well!    

*A1 - Werewolf AU -  wrote Shooting for the Moon -  Werewolf!Bucky’s POV on the  second half of A Hairy Situation. It came in at 811 words and will get posted to Ao3 sometime in the next couple weeks. 

* A3 - Awkward Flirting – this might be a good entry into my first femslash fic with Kate/Yelena?    

C3 - "I've never been so humiliated in my life."  - filled this on Tumblr last Friday with A Shining Example.  Established WinterHawk where a training session goes embarrassingly wrong and  Clint gives Bucky a pep talk.   It crossed over with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF243 Glitter and Blues] and will get posted on Ao3 before this event ends.  

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1] {Ends Oct 2024}

Another fun year-long  event from the folks at  @buckybarnesevents!  Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one  each month for your card!

* November:  Crackfic - DONE  

* December: Wingman  - DONE

* January: Wingfic  - DONE

*January: Polyamory - DONE

* February: Fingering -  DONE

* February: Morning Sex - DONE

* March: Marriage of Convenience  - DONE

* March: Mutual Pining  -  DONE

* March: Bad Coping Mechanisms -  Posted Treading a Rocky Road to Ao3 this morning.  It’s a bit of platonic/pre-slash WinterIron bonding over a sweet treat as a crossover with a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF244 Critical Ice Cream]   It came in at 437 words.

* March: Wrong Luggage - was also inspired to combine this with my WIB - I5 - A/B/O: Scent Bonding square to come up with a meet-cute/meet-ugly WinterIron one shot.  A Little Carried Away is coming in at 1200 words and will post this Friday.  

WinterIron Bingo Round 2  [WIB_R2] {Ends 16 Dec 2024}

Signups are still open for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event! I got my card  and already have four fills and three WIPs! 

* Iron Soldier (One Bingo, One Fill) - looking at combining my Column B prompts: Matchmaker, Bucky Riding Tony, Stark Gala, Inside Joke and Threesome.  Still working on a plot - if you have any suggestions/want-to-sees - let me know! 

* I2 - Hydra  - filled this with chapter Seven of My Love is Vengeance - ongoing WIP with young!Tony/bodyguard!Bucky vs Hydra.  It came in at 1106 words and posted last Friday.

*I4 - SHIELD HQ - combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF245 You Never Cared] and wrote Fathers Don’t Know Best  -  No Power AU with Bucky working as an analyst at SHIELD who stumbles across a late night visitor to the lobby.  It’s coming on at 407 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.  

* I5 - A/B/O: Scent Bonding - See BaBB March: Wrong Luggage above. 

* N1 - Hair Pulling Kink -  thanks to a fun prompt from @scottx  - I filled this square with Untangling Their Attraction - where Tony’s offer of assistance leads to mutual kink discovery (not as racy as it might sound).  It’s coming in at 544 words and will post to Ao3 before this event is over. 

* G3 - Surprise Phone Call  - Posted Chapter Seven of  A Sugar-Coated Pill  last Friday.  Alpha!Bucky/omega!Tony Sugar Baby AU where Tony got some consequential  news. It came in at 1339 words. 

* O2 - Couch Cuddles - planning to fill this with Chapter 8 of A Sugar-Coated Pill which is currently sitting at  177 words.  Hoping to crossfill with an Alpha Bucky April prompt! 

* O4 - Hotel Room - filling this with Chapter 8 of My Love is Vengeance which is currently sitting at 907 words and will up the rating to Explicit.  (Looking forward to April’s BaBB prompts for potential crossfilling!) 

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  [WFB]   (no end date)

Four  fills on my card, courtesy of   @warmandfluffybingocards  - need to try for another crossover or two!

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On  other creative fronts:  I am working on a Frankenstein  figure for  an upcoming con.  I’ve finished all my  Marvel Trumps Hate  figures, but still need to create posts (and mail one set). 

If  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!

#writing stuff #wip wednesday #wip update #shameless self promo