#FFF250

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

Zealous Movement

John hates it, Sherlock loves it. 

“Too many people. Crowded. Hateful,” John grumbles.

“Yes, to the amount, no to latter. It’s fascinating,” Sherlock tells him.

John huffs and holds on to the sleeve of Sherlock’s coat when the train comes rushing into the Embankment station.

“Don’t even try to get rid of me,” John hisses when Sherlock tries to wrestle his arm free from John’s iron grip.

Sherlock looks at John and realises that perspiration is coating John’s forehead, and his eyes have something reminiscent of panic about them. He moves closer to John, interlacing their fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” Sherlock murmurs in John’s ear. 

John relaxes and exhales shakily when they walk through the doors to the carriage. Ever since Sherlock came back from the dead, John’s been dreading being apart from him, particularly when they’re taking the tube. In a flash, Sherlock may vanish again, deliberately or not, but John has a hard time coping. He tries, but today is not a good day for it.

“Come here,” Sherlock says, manhandling John to stand beside the opposite doors.

He crowds in on John, shielding him from the other passengers with the Belstaff, creating a cocoon for the two of them. John holds on to the lapels of the great coat and takes steadying breaths to calm himself. Sherlock’s low murmurings help too.

“I’m here, John. Safe. Home. With you. Always. I love you.”

John’s on the brink of tears and leans his forehead against Sherlock’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeats.

“Alive. Safe. Home,” John whispers to himself.

The train is loud and fast, racing through the tunnels of London’s underground. Steady, like heartbeats. Reliable when there’s no strikes or other obstacles. 

John understands why Sherlock loves it. After all, he’s always on the move himself. Even when he’s lying on the sofa at Baker Street, his brain is running the halls of his mind palace. 

Before the Fall, John thought nothing of taking the tube. He did it all the time, though he did prefer a proper train. The speed felt slower, and there wasn’t a rush to get off and change lines. And you were mostly overground. Things to look at. Less crowded.

Screeching brakes bring John back from his reverie. He’s still enveloped in Sherlock’s embrace, his smell, his even breathing, his reassuring heartbeats.

“This is our stop,” Sherlock says softly. “Ready?”

John looks up into cerulean eyes that are concerned, worried. He cradles Sherlock’s cheek and nods.

“Let’s do this,” John says confidently. “How hard can it be?”

“Well, if anyone would know, it’d be you, John. You did after all invade Afghanistan,” Sherlock quips and kisses John’s palm.

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[starkraivennemad]

What You Ask For

"I'm SO BORED John. I need something!" Sherlock whined.

“I know luv, headed for the Tube now. Maybe I'll find a murder to entertain you.” John chuckled at the drama. It had been a few of very quiet weeks at home, he knew his husband was at wit's end. 

"Promise?" Sherlock almost sounded hopeful that he would.

"Promise!" John grinned and rang out as he beelined for the train.

As if rush hours on the line are not bad enough, John left his headphones on his desk and of course, he’s now sardined against the doors. Any chance of feeling the air conditioning is close to nil against the crush of bodies at this point and he just prays he’s not a soggy mess when he  finally disembarks.

Because naturally it's rush hour, but the train is crawling...

To the side is an older woman with enough Aquanet in her hair, that if they actually wanted to hive there, he seriously doubted bees could have penetrated the hirsute turban.

And oh, bloody hell already!!!!

Did this guy next to him pour every ounce of cologne in existence in a tub and immerse his entire body in it?

Gee-shush!!

Pinching the bridge of his nose while trying hard to keep his eyes from watering from both toxic scents, he faced the door to stare down into the long expansive blackness of the tunnel before the next stop.  The immense dark was very fitting to his mood indeed.

It's rush hour - RUSH already!

Looking for any distraction to try to pull his mind out of its funk, he notices a tall, dark-curly haired woman in shades in the glass' reflection. He could just barely make out the shape of her eyes behind the dark lenses, but couldn't really see them. She made up for it by having beautiful lush lips, emphasized the more with whatever gloss she was wearing.  They looked as though she drank water not even seconds ago and I all but expected an errant liquid drop to fall. He couldn't tell if his sudden thirst was for this unseen water implied or for the lips themselves reminding him of the cupid bow lips of his love waiting for him at home, providing that implication.

Nope, definitely reminding me of your lips.

He smiles thinking of his husband as she seemingly stares straight ahead, but can't tell if she's really staring ahead or doing the non-dance, all commuters without personal diversions do of looking at anything, but seeing nothing. It's a lovely few minutes of I'm looking at you, but I'm not looking at you to while away the time as he thinks all the things we wants to do with his husband to entertain him.

Come on train!

As if hearing his plea, the train is speeding at its normal pace after the next station.

Yes! Nothing but one more stop between me and kissing you.

As the train is pulling into the station, she slowly lifts her shades and stares up quizzically. It was her, at first what the...? rapidly increasing to OH MY GOD, expression that finally made him stop looking at the reflection in the glass and actually through the glass itself. Her confusion then shock is rapidly matched by passengers waiting on the platform as the train starts to slow. Mesmerized by their expressions, his  mind does not fully register the crimson streaks snaking their way down the panes. 

As the train jerks to its stop, the bloody body that suddenly slides from the curved roof of the train, and is caught on God only knows what to now dangle hideously in front of John just as the doors open. It sets off screams inside and out of the train get his full attention.

The front of the skull was slowly turning towards him and with a slow sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, that had nothing to door with the bloody horror dangling before me, he realized he recognized what was left of the face attached to it.

You've got to be bloody kidding me!

John suddenly understood why Sherlock grinned as his phone is in his hand dialing without a thought.

Universe is rarely so lazy - careful what you ask for, indeed.

His husband’s melliferous voice teases as he answers “You better not be…..”

“Sherlock!” John speaks over him. “Our former client is dead. Get to Baker Street station NOW.”

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[renee-writer]

The Train of Life

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial #250 prompt: Rushing Train

Rushing

Hurry

Without a pause

Get there

Hurry

Beat the train

Get that education

Get that job

Find your person

Have those babies

Stay firmly on the

Treadmill

Rush

Hurry

Do what you

Must do

The train won't stop

You must stay on it

Until you die

That is what they say

But

You can take a moment

Take a breath

So what if you

Miss a stop on the line

You can catch the next one

Go back to school

When you are older

Or

Not at all

Work with your hands

Work with your art

Have kids early

Or late

Take a pause

Take a break

Another train will come

You needn't rush all the time.

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[minervas-hand]

It's a-Getting Closer

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: "Rushing Train"

Fandom: Good Omens

AO3 link

He'd thought, when he allowed himself the blessed business of thinking at all, that it would be some sort of big deal. If Aziraphale came back.

There's be some drama to it. Some flair at least. Heavenly fanfare. The door swinging open on a gust of wind, an angel shape outlined in it.

But he was just, suddenly, standing there. Staring at some point on the far floor.

"Az-Aziraphale?" was the best he could force out around the shock. Then he furiously tried to untwist his tongue from all the words he'd wanted to scream, fling, pour over him. They fell out strangled, dissolved in dull eyes.

The angel stared into space, one heartbeat, another, too many, then turned his gaze slowly.

"I am here," he assayed, like he might need that checked for accuracy.

"Uh. Yeah. You. Are here." Crowley was helpless to do more than supply it.

The smallest nod. "Good."

More beats. He hazarded a step closer. "Angel?" Was that a flicker of response?

Someone's brain had to start working here, and it was Someone's joke it had to be his. "What are you doing here?" All the venom and rage he's imagined for this very question had detached, slid off somewhere.

"I can't stay there."

"All right. Yeah, no. Right." His feet sent him in a restless circle. "You did it then. The next go-round, Armageddon 2.0, the one Gabriel got the sack for, you fixed it. Yeah? That's why you left - "

Tiniest shake of the head. "I can't do it anymore."

Something was moving toward them. Bearing down on the small space they stood in.

"But. What. You didn't do it? It's not fixed?"

"I can't - "

He couldn't believe it had come to this, that he had to say it. "What about the world!? Gorillas, whales. Wine. Music! Everything we said. Last time." He wanted to reach out, grab him, shake him a little. But made fists instead, terrified he'd shatter.

"I can't be without you."

His feet froze in place. It was everything he wanted to hear and nothing he should be hearing. He threw out his hands. "Nonono no you can't do that, you can't, they'll do you just like Gabriel - "

"It's done."

It was a rushing train, now.

Empty eyes laid on his, a sad echo of another time, another grace. Just as everything changed, Aziraphale whispered: "Nothing lasts forever."

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[orion-lacroix]

Unto a new adventure

Words: 972

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A direct continuation of the last fff I did, because it just worked so great together.

Cw: mentioned blood and past death of the characters

He was warm and he could feel the sun shining on his face like it was mid-spring, with a little bit of wind blowing in his hair. He smelled the lavender and hyacinth flowers and a quiet peace washed over him.

“This is where our path diverges, this journey needs to be done by your own merit, warrior Ry. Safe travel.” For the first time since setting foot on the battlefield, and maybe a long time before, he wasn’t scared at all. He noticed that the presence of Death was not there anymore, and Ry opened his eyes to the sight that displayed in front of him. He was standing the middle of a field of flower, purples hyacinths on his right and lavender on his left. He just stood there in the peace soaking it in, soaking in the simple feeling of having to worry about nothing.

When he turned around, he could see there was train tracks starting from as far as Ry could see, going between the mountains on his left and into the dark forest on his right and Ry wondered where the train would come from. There must have been a train, because he didn’t know where to go from here for, as he had said, his next adventure.

He heard the train first before he saw it, coming from the mountains, with rushing wheels and the crazy whistling from the horn of the train. He watched intently as the train came into, an old beat-up train that seemed to reflect the light of the sun that was shining above his head and Ry squinted trying to get a clearer image of the train.  When the train was closer, he could see it was silver and white, it had dents all on the driver wagon and Ry wondered how it was still working with all the damage done to it. It came to an immediate stop where Ry was standing, screeching as it did, sparkles coming from the wheels. When it was completely stopped there was a door directly in front of Ry, stairs falling outward to allow him to walk in as the door slammed open and a person waited for him.   

The man was tall, towering above Ry, even more from the top of the train, where Ry was at the bottom on the stairs. The man had a dark purple, almost black, cloak that wrapped around his shoulders and his head and it casted a shadow over all his features. He extended a hand toward Ry expectantly. After a moment of silence, with his hand hanging between the both of them, he cleared his throat.

“Ticket please, young Ry.” He said, almost shaking his head at the look Ry gave him. Ry looked in his pockets, looking for something he knew wasn’t there. When his fingertips suddenly brushed against a piece of thick paper in his right pocket. He got it out and stared at it. It was indeed a ticket. It could read Ry’s ticket to unknown; he tried flipping it around, but the back simply said that it was a three hour train drive. Nevertheless, he handed it to the man, who promptly grabbed his wrist and pulled him in the train as the whistle blew again, and the train started to rush forward.

“I am Charon, I will be your guide to the afterlife, wherever you all go.” As it seemed that he was addressing many people Ry stared around himself, realising that there were about half a dozen of passenger in the train.  He looked at the train itself and, if he was honest, it looked much better inside than outside. Where the outside was old and beat-up, the inside was filed with bright colors and soft seats, two on each side of the alley.

Ry sat in the nearest spot, on the left, facing the end of the train, so he could easily get up from his seat and run to the door. He didn’t feel threatened, he just didn’t know what to expect. Actually, he could barely feel anything, he glanced at his stomach and, while the clothes looked torn and bloody, he was uninjured.  There was an old woman in the seat in front of him and she introduced herself as Amandrine and she smiled sadly at Ry when staring at him, staring at the bloody clothes he was wearing.

Ry watched the outside change rapidly as the train continued to rush forward and a knot tied itself in his stomach. What if he was not ready for this new adventure? He had just died; he was now in a train to nowhere in particular and that wasn’t ominous in the context in itself.

The dark forest turned into more fields of flowers, then in some green land that looked too green to be real. Then, before he knew it, after listening to the incessant arguing of all the other passenger, some who seemed to know each other and were arguing over who’s fault their death was, the train pulled into a train station. It screeched loudly as it stopped and Ry wondered if the breaks would hold for a second, before it did stop.

“All passengers must get of the train now and look for the gate meant to them.”  Said Charon as he incited everyone to promptly get off. Ry caught up to him before he left to the driver area and called out to him.

“How will I know where to go?” he asked and before he knew it his answer was accompanied by a sharp smile that seemed to be the only thing not covered in shadows. A shiver went down his spine at the smile, it was like a predator looking down on a prey, right before the final moment.

“You’ll know.”

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[darkhorse-javert]

The First Goodbye

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January 1918 Hastings

The train smoke hangs in the cold air, a bitter fog fugging the edges of shapes, enclosing the world. Already by this statio the train is a sea of heads, thick with khaki uniforms. Another world it seems belongs to the sunshine, the house, smiles and laughter. The kisses...

Christopher is utterly silent and still, stiff at her side. When she looks at His face is fixed to a stiff calmness, eyes already focusing on the train, the men on it. And what lays beyond, no doubt.

"Kit..."

He stirs and turns to her, eyes warming, a tiny effort of a smile appearing on his face. He says nothing, but reaches out with a hand resting it in her hair, drawing her into a kiss. Not a chaste peck on the cheek which might be a socially acceptable in a public setting. A deep kiss.

A desperate kiss, she senses, One thing for us to remember and hold onto, whatever else.

His hand rests on her shoulder, even when he breaks the kiss.

Feet beat harder on the platform as more soldiers hurry towards the train, springing on.

"All Aboard, All Aboard." The guard hollers down the smokey channel. Kit turns away, shifts his weight towards the train.

"Keep your head down." She says softly "Stay safe. For me."

Kit doesn't need to say a word. Even through the mask of a soldier, the eyes are still those of her new husband, just, as he nods to her, squeezes her hand.

Then he strides to the train.

#foyle's war #foyle's war fanfiction #christopher foyle #rosalind foyle #fff250 #rushing train #flashfictionfriday

[polizwrites]

An Attractive Concept

This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial  [#FFF250 Rushing Train] as well as my  @steverogersbingo  E3- Steampunk square.   

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing:  Steve Rogers & Tony Stark  (Stony if you squint)  Rating: General Tags:  No Powers AU, Steampunk AU, Trains,  tech nerdery Summary:  Steven listens to his partner explain his latest idea to improve the world.   Word Count: 380

“What do you mean you’ve found another way to power a locomotive?” While he was quite fond of his handsome, clever companion, Steven couldn’t disguise his skepticism regarding Anthony’s latest claim. 

“Don’t sound so dubious, my dear Captain,” Anthony grinned, his whiskey brown  eyes dancing.  “After all, I am a certified genius.” 

This was true; one of the many things Steven admired about his dear friend was his vast, free-ranging intellect. But sometimes Anthony’s flights of fancy roamed too far.  “Steam engines are  a tried and true technology,” he protested.  “Making them faster or more efficient would surely be a better use of your time and energy.” 

“You sound like my father,” Anthony scoffed.  “As for ‘faster and more efficient’ - this technology is both, by a goodly margin. For example, instead of having to transport its own fuel,  my design will be  powered by the rails it runs upon.  You are familiar with the concept of magnetic attraction and repulsion, are you not?”

“Yes, somewhat.”  Science and engineering weren’t Steven’s strong points;  his training was in military tactics and strategy.  It was part of what made the two of them such a good team: Anthony’s ideas supported by Steven’s military connections.   

“Then consider this,” Anthony posited, ”if one were to place a strong enough magnet under a train car and an equally strong magnet of reverse polarity between the rails, the train car would, for lack of a better word, levitate due to the power of magnetic repulsion.” 

“In theory, I suppose,” Steven replied, trying to envision the scenario.   “But then how would the train car move?” 

Anthony’s eyes lit up.  “Electro-magnets!  When one wraps  wire around a core of iron and supplies it with electricity - it becomes a magnet.  If we lay down a series of electromagnets, alternating their polarity, and turning them on and off in sequence - it would in essence pull - or push, depending on your point of view - the car down the tracks.  The rails would only be needed to keep the car in position. Without friction - we could move freight at speeds nearing fifty, perhaps sixty miles an hour!” 

“And you know how to create magnets strong enough to make an entire train car levitate?”       

“That, my friend,” Anthony sighed, suddenly deflated,  “is the trick.” 

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[starlightfireflies]

flares of red

written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: FFF250; rushing train warnings: light smoking, implied death word count: 926

“Only a little further!” 

The cry came from a girl with a high voice, blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun, smoke curling off a cigarette clutched between black lacquered fingernails and a plastic cup in a pale hand. She was staring at another girl a few feet away.  

Cloaked in darkness, that girl turned. “I don’t see you doing this, Cora,” she said balefully. She took a step forward, then added, “In fact, I doubt you’d have the guts.” 

A smile flickered across Cora’s lips. “I don’t. Which is why you’re the one doing it.” 

“Willow has a point,” said a boy, standing just behind Cora. His voice was amused yet weary, confident in the words but worried all the same. “This does seem dangerous.” 

Cora threw a languid glance over to him. “Lighten up.” 

The boy shrugged. “Just voicing my thoughts here.” 

They lapsed into a steady silence as the girl – Willow – continued her trek, up a small slope and to a flat plain above. Night had fallen several hours before, bringing with it shades of gray and white. It was a gloomy night – shadows eddying around dark corners, crickets chirping, the trees just behind the three looming oppressively – and many would call it a witching night, for bad omens came about under new moon skies. The only spots of color not muted were Cora’s cigarette and the blinking red light of a glow seemingly not attached to anything.  

“Got your camera ready, James?” Cora asked, as Willow’s silhouette made it to the top of the rise. “We need to capture this.” At the shake of his head, she gestured vaguely.  

James left Cora’s side to run to a white van parked off to the side – though, with the mud splattered all over it, it barely qualified as white. Bumper stickers covered the entire backside, from Cowboys stars to a faded ‘Hiking is Fun!’ patch Willow had picked up from some national park somewhere. The windows were dirty and smudged. It spoke of years driving its occupants across the East Coast, through music festivals and camping trips, tailgating and running away from anyone unwise enough to question. 

Throwing open the doors, James rummaged through a lopsided duffel bag. Things clinked as he stuffed everything into other containers, but finally he pulled out a beat-up Polaroid and rushed out to Cora once more. 

“Found it.” 

“Good.” 

“Are there supposed to be railroad tracks up here?” Willow called. She twisted around until she was facing the other two, her confused expression barely visible in the shifting darkness. 

Something flashed in Cora’s eyes, too quick to catch.  

“Of course,” she said, tone the perfect mix of condescending and patronizing. “They’ve always been here. No trains have traveled on them for decades, though, so you should be safe to cross.” 

Willow’s eye roll was hard to miss. “Should,” she muttered, but still she stepped tentatively onto the rocky path that bordered the tracks themselves. The gravel was rough after the softness of the grass. The red light was now right across from her. 

“It’s not that hard!” Cora called from the bottom of the slope. 

Willow took one step, then another. The red light blinked faster, faster, until it was so rapid it looked as if there was no movement at all. 

James lowered the camera. “I don’t like this.” 

“She only has to reach the old shack,” Cora said dismissively. “It’s not like she’s killing a bear. Now quickly, you must get the perfect picture!” 

Her hand grasped blindly for the camera as James, once again, focused the lens on Willow. She had reached the tracks themselves now, steel and gleaming, reflecting what little light came from the clouds. They stood starkly against the dull rock below. Oddly, for tracks that had not seen use for years, not a single speck of rust marred the pristine surface.  

 The red light was still blinking. 

“This looks far,” Willow grumbled.  

Cora sighed and put her cigarette to her lips. “Darling, please.” 

James shot Cora a confused look.  

“Camera,” she said in response. James complied.  

The three of them fell into quiet as Willow delicately picked her way over the tracks. However, right as she was about to take the final step, Willow paused. She tilted her head, as if listening for something other than the humidity of the night. 

Cora and James copied her.  

And indeed, there was the faintest sound. A rushing, like the waves before a shore, the ruffle of bird wings before flight. Rising over the crickets chirping and the frogs croaking. 

Willow glanced over at Cora and James, but they only had shrugs to offer. The same fleeting look was back in Cora’s eyes. 

“Is the red light supposed to mean something?” James asked. The noise was getting louder now, fast and steady. Familiar but just out of reach. “It’s blinking. I thought…” 

He trailed off as light illuminated Willow. Bright and brilliant and so painful it hurt. In that singular moment of clarity, the source of the red was instantly visible: a warning flare. A warning flare to any unlucky traveler who happened to be caught on the tracks right as something was crossing it.  

A warning flare to Willow. 

“Run!” James screamed. 

Willow screamed too.  

She tried to move, tried to pull her feet away from the steel. She was frozen. The train too fast. The light of its headlights still lit her face, sharp, angular, perfect, as James screamed and she sobbed and everything became a simple blur. 

Cora just smiled. 

#apologies for the quality i barely have any time lol #my stuff #my writing #prompt writing #flash fiction friday #not fandom

[polizwrites]

PoliZ's WIP Update - 8 May 2024

Keeping the  2k+ words/week streak going with the  Alpha!Bucky WIPs still getting nearly all my attention!  I touched  3 fics (1 new work & 2 WIPs) for a total of  2239  words.   

On Ao3, I posted: 

Chapter Eight of  My Love is Vengeance - young!Tony/recovering!Bucky adventure - now with sexytimes. 

A Shining Example - established WinterHawk emotional hurt/comfort 

On Tumblr I posted: 

 Just To Live One Day Out There -  Winter Soldier internal monologue. 

I’m juggling  17 active/semi-active WIPs with my current  deadlines being the Post July Break Bingo and Bucky Barnes Connect Four - Alt Jun-iverse which both end in May.  

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!

Alpha Bucky April - [BBE_ABA] - (Ends 30 April) 

Masterpost coming, hopefully later this week! 

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

Four fills and on my  2x3 non-fandom-specific card - not sure I’m going to get the remaining two squares filled ...

* 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! Need to see if an BaBB or WIB prompt will work here. 

*  C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) - again - need to work on crossfills (Warm & Fluffy?) 

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:  Alpha!Bucky as a prince in name only who gets talked into joining a reality show that is supposed to match him up with an omega… but there’s a twist!  

Chapter Two of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong  will post this coming Friday - currently coming in at 1541 words and kinda-sorta fills my SRB  Comic Artist Steve  square.  Chapter Three is another longer chapter - currently coming in at 1830 words and will belatedly fill the Build a Bucky Bingo April prompt Laser Tag.  The plan is to post Chapter Three on the 17th and the final (???) chapter on the 24th - since I believe the fic has to be finished by the end of May. 

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

Fifteen fills, one bingo (finally!)  and no WIPs at the moment  - need to ponder other possible crossovers with my non-fandom cards & BaBB.  

* A4 - Dystopian -  I squished this square a bit to match it with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt  [#FFF248 Watching Birds]  for  The Thing with Feathers - where Steve is making his way through a post-apocalyptic world. It came in at 260 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event is over.  

* C1 - Comic Artist Steve - kinda-sorta filling this with the upcoming Chapter Two of  Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong. 

* C5 - Exes to Lovers -   Have an idea I’m playing with that will also fill the  BaBB May prompt: Wrong Number. 

* E3 - Steampunk -  Squished this square to combine it with  the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF250 Rushing Train] for An Attractive Concept -  a vaguely steampunk mostly-platonic Stony ficlet where Tony tells Steve about his newest invention.  It came in at 380 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event is over.  

* E5 - Oversensitivity/Enhanced Senses - paired this up with the  Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF246 Pinprick] for  Amplification. A Steve POV ficlet where he reflects on the effects of Project Rebirth, it came in at 334 words and will post to Ao3 before the event  is over. 

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] (Ends TBD) 

Working on this  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!    

* 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 1 Sep 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!  At sixteen fills and three WIPs with five months to go, I seem to be going a bit overboard …. 😁

* 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 -  DONE

* March: Wrong Luggage -  DONE  

* March: Rimming  - DONE 

* April: Roleplay -  DONE     

*April: Pet Names - DONE

* April: Sleepy Sex -  DONE

* April: Domestic - DONE

* April: Laser Tag - belatedly filling this with Chapter Three of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong - see BBB_C4 above. 

* May:  Bucky’s Trigger Words -  combined this with last week’s  Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF251 Out There] for Just To Live One Day Out There - a Winter Soldier self-reflective ficlet. It came in at 312 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the end of the month. 

* May:  Praise Kink - planning to fill this with Chapter Six of A Bit Carried Away where Alpha!Bucky and omega!Tony get to live out their fantasies.  It’s sitting at 388 words and will probably post in mid-June.  

* May: Backyard Cookout - planning to fill this with Chapter Four of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong, where a cookout is one of the reality show challenges.  

* May: Wrong Number - see SRB  Exes to Lovers above. 

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

Signups are still open for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event! I have eleven  fills and zero WIPs at the moment.  

* 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! 

*I4 - SHIELD HQ - combined this with the 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 came in at 407 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.  

* N1 - Hair Pulling Kink -  thanks to a fun prompt from @scottxlogan  - 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. 

* N5 - "I'm here for you."  - Possibly the next chapter of  Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ?  

* O4 - Hotel Room - Filled this with Chapter 8 of My Love is Vengeance which posted last Friday. It came in at 1060 words and finally upped  the rating to Explicit.  

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

Six  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 Sally Brown (Peanuts) figure  for a commission as well as Jack Russell & Elsa Bloodstone from Werewolf by Night  for a commission, along with a Bucky Barnes.  

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!

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