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Poignant Invocation
It wasnât until the little girl they raised together was six years old, the two men realised they had experienced something quite similar, numerous times, in their childhoods. The girl, Rosamund Mary Watson-Holmes, only her uncle Myc addressed her that way, everyone else, even her teachers, called her Rosie. Her fathers also called her Bee, sweetheart, darling, precious girl, and sometimes, Watson. It was she, who asked the question, that lead to this revelation from Sherlock and Johnâs past.
âWhat were your grandmothers like?â Rosie asked one Sunday after theyâd come back from visiting Sherlockâs parents. They were the only grandparents she had.
âEccentric,â her papa rumbled.
âThought she was clairvoyant,â her dad said, earning him a raised eyebrow from his husband.
âReally?â the detective asked. âYouâve never said.â
âI guess I havenât. Never seemed to be an appropriate occasion for it,â John shrugged. âHow eccentric was yours, then? The normal Holmes quirkiness, or something spectacular?
âSame as yours, actually,â Sherlock replied slowly.
âNo way!â John exclaimed.
âWay,â the other man assured him.
âWhat is clair â that thing?â Rosie asked a bit affronted, feeling left out of the ongoing conversation.
âClairvoyant,â Sherlock said patiently, making his daughter repeat it until she pronounced it perfectly.
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Neither John, nor Rosie, was the least bit surprised when they came home the next Friday afternoon, finding their home redecorated.
âAt least it smells nice,â was Johnâs response.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, before kissing his husband and kneeling in front of Rosie to give her a welcome home hug.
Five scented candles were placed on the mantlepiece, purple in colour, the scent something citrusy with a touch of lavender. The curtains were drawn, and all the lamps were covered in black fabric adorned with silver stars and golden moons.Â
John half expected a crystal ball or a Ouija board on their coffee table, but instead, a large book rested there; a book John had never seen before.Â
Rosie stood, mouth agape, then moved around the room, carefully.
âWhatâs all this, love?â John inquired silently.
âA tribute to our grandmothers, John. To Annabelle andâŠâ
He waited for John to fill in the blank.
âHester. Her name was Hester,â John murmured.
Sherlock repeated the name, then gestured for them to take a seat.Â
Large oriental-like cushions were placed around the table, all in different colours, reminiscent of gemstones. Ruby-read, emerald-green, sapphire-blue, topaz-pink, tourmaline-yellow.
With his usual agility, Sherlock seated himself closest to the book, while John and Rosie sat down on either side of him.
âThis book is one I remember from my childhood. Annabelle, my grandmother, used to read it to Mycroft, and later to me. The legends are from Japan, where she grew up,â Sherlock began.
John cried out, horrified that he knew nothing about this.
âShe was Japanese?â he asked, searching his husbands face for Asian features.
âNo, John,â Sherlock smiled. âHer father worked there. As a chemist. They moved to England when she was twelve.â
John looked at the book, realising it was written in Japanese.
âDo you? â â
âYes, me and Mycroft both. She taught us.â
âWow!â Rosie exclaimed. âThatâs amazing, papa.â
âQuite extraordinary,â John said and reached out a hand to squeeze Sherlockâs arm.
âCan you teach me too? Please,â Rosie asked.
âOf course, Bee,â Sherlock said.
The little girl rose quickly and threw her arms around her papaâs neck and murmured her thanks into his cheek.Â
John looked fondly at them, his eyes a bit blurry.
Once Rosie was seated on her green cushion again, Sherlock started to read, translating effortlessly, as if he read an English book.
âThis is a bit sad, but the moral can easily be transferred to our everyday lives. It is called The Legend of the Grateful Crane.â
Rosie curled up in Johnâs lap as Sherlock got the end of the story, but she didnât cry. She was as resilient as one would expect a daughter of the infamous Baker Street boys to be.
âOne more, please,â she begged once Sherlock had finished reading.
âAfter dinner,â John said sternly, and she knew it was futile to protest.
She sighed dramatically, not unlike how her papa used to indicate his disapproval.Â
***
âThis was a brilliant idea, love,â John said after theyâd put Rosie to bed.
âYou think so?â Sherlock asked.
âOf course, Sherlock. Couldnât you tell how enchanted she was? Me too, for that matter. God, weâre so lucky to have you.â
Sherlock sighed contentedly and made himself comfortable on the sofa, his head placed in his husbandâs lap. As John carded his fingers through his curls, Sherlock purred like a big cat. When they made love some hours later, the sounds escaping Sherlockâs throat reminded John of those made by dragons of the legends.
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Until their dying day
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt FFF291 - stuff of legends and @fluffbruary Feb 7 using hand as the prompt. Thank you once again for these prompts. Also, with my head canon in mind Iâd like to tackle Ron Kamonohashiâs ancestor, Sherlock Holmes.
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Fandom(s): Kamonohashi Ron kindan no suiri / Sir ACDâs Sherlock Holmes
Characters: Ron Kamonohashi, Totomaru âTotoâ Isshiki, Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson
Pairings: RonToto, Johnlock
Word count: 1099

âAHHH! Now I must clean up my dadâs messes. Imagine, Toto, having a father like him leaving dirt on his trail?â
âYou have been going on about that all day longâŠâ But Toto shut up his mouth at once when he saw Ron looked admiringly at the picture of his father. Next to it was a rare photo of his parents together, which he alternately paid attention to.
âMay I?â Curious, Toto pointed at the picture Ron next to Ronâs head. The forbidden detective was smiling at his newly christened lover.
After the two had a lay-in caused by the gruelling events of the Plateau Auberge incident, Toto went back shortly to his flat in Asakusa to get some fresh clothes, reported to Amamiya and returned to Ronâs place immediately. It made him anxious leaving Ron alone even though he knew that the younger man could cope with it better than Lily-san, Mia and Sakai.
Toto traced the two figures entwined on the picture frame.


âYour life is so extraordinary, Ron. You have these two great people who have cared for youâŠâ He let out a sigh, he and Ron were ready to die together.
âI love the way you think about me⊠I truly cherish it,â Ron sat behind Toto, encircled his arms around the police officer and went to tell the story of his parents and the ancestor he wanted to emulate, who was the stuff of legends in the family.
âCome to think of it. Milo mentioned that I reminded him of your ancestorâs trusty companion. Who could that be? Do you know him?â
Ron looked at Toto, slowly got up and walked toward the shelves where one of the boxes contained several photographs.
He handed him an old picture of a man in a British uniform. The man sported a slight moustache with blonde hair underneath the helm. His eyes could be blue with the looks of it. He seemed to be a very handsome man.
âIt was him why half of the reason my ancestor could and would never leave London. The other was the cases. His name was John Watson, an army doctor for Her Majesty, the Queen Victoria,â Ron said with a naughty smile on his lips.
âHuh? What do you mean? Were your ancestor and this man more than acquaintances?â Toto was surprised.
âYes.â Ron responded with pride, his eyes were glowing. âYou could say they were my ârealâ great-great-great grandparents!â


âHow long has it been going on?â Sherlock lighted up his pipe, white hair threatened to overwhelm his once dark brown hair. Across him was his partner, Dr. John Watson glaring at him, there was also sadness etched on his face, tears threatened to fall. The consulting detective was holding a telegram.
âYou are gravely mistaken, my dear doctor. Thereâs no more understanding between us. The child I left behind only longs to see his father,â the detective was looking at the luggage in the living room. John Watson was going to leave him. If he did not play his cards well, he would do so permanently.
âI only wish for your honesty, Holmes. To me,â the doctor bent his head. âOnly to me. After all that weâve been through. After all the lost three years I have wasted for you.â Frustrated, he believed this was the last straw. The three years in which the doctor thought that his partner had died broke him apart. He likened himself to those bereaved wives who lost their husbands in the wars. As a former soldier, he beat himself up for being pathetic.
On the table there was an ukiyo-e painting of a woman clad in cobalt blue kimono with white plum blossoms all over it. Her face was hidden on the spectator by her fan. It was sent to the flat a few weeks ago. Next to it was a picture of a healthy beautiful boy smiling seated on a wooden floor. Not even two years old. His hair stood up and his cheeks were round like a bun. One could see that he was loved and adored by his family. Below was a note in English, âYori-kun says Dada for the first time, Chiyo,â with two shaped hearts drawn on it.
âAre they the reason you left for a few months this year?â
Holmes nodded. He took another puff from his pipe but he smoked it too fast that he experienced a tongue bite. There was a burning sensation on his tongue.
âI understand that you deem it as a betrayal, but she is the closest thing I had when I was far away from you,â the detective said. His eyes pleaded, praying that the doctor somehow would understand.
âYou didnât have to go anywhere, Sherlock! You could have asked for my help! But you told me there were assassins following me ready to kill me if you established your connection to me again after your fall at the Reichenbach,â John put his hand on his face suppressing his anger, the need to hit someone or something.
âNow there is nothing we can do. You have your son. And IâŠâ trailed John, who did not know what to say.
Holmes put down his pipe, walked to him, and without saying a word placed his arms around his partner.
âI understand that you hate me. But I never forgot you, John, during the three years of my absence. I always thought of you, asked Mycroft about you, told him to fast-track the process and eliminate the problem as soon as possible so I could come back to you,â the detective assured his best friend one more time.
The doctor shook his head, slowly pushed Sherlock back and said, âNo, you could have told me everything. But you have many secrets and I am not even privy to them! Am I an outsider to you?!â
The question rattled Holmes as he had never seen his partner so angry like this.
âNo! No, John!â Sherlock put down his hands. He knew when he was beaten.
âI canât do this. Please give me time. I have to sort this out first.â
With heavy footsteps, the doctor took his luggage and headed to the door.
Upon hearing the door slammed, Sherlock sat on the floor and closed his eyes.

âThey got back together again, didnât they?â Toto held Ronâs face. He was seated on the forbidden detectiveâs lap. How did it happen?
âOf course! Until the army doctorâs dying day!â Ron replied.
âThank god!â
And the two laughed together as they held hands.
~fin~
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Stuff of Legends
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#FFF291 Stuff of Legends
Avatar: The Legend of Korra
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Bolin rolled the stem of the wine glass between his fingers, not quite sure whether he should be drinking at this event. Zhu Li had told him that he was off duty about an hour ago, just as she and Iknik had begged off from the hosts, insisting they needed to see to the baby.
He took a little sip, then tried not to gag on it. It wasnât any better this time than the other handful of times he had tried it at other fundraisers or galas. He wondered if he was missing something, or maybe he still hadnât really grown up, after all.
He sighed, but decided to hold onto the glass just to give himself something to do.Â

Korra and Asami were holding onto each otherâs hand in a way that made him think they were trying to find a way to get out of the conversation they were having with the knot of representatives from the Green Meadows borough.
Mako had growled at him about being on duty the last time Bolin had tried to even say hello.
He scanned the room again, but realized there wasnât anyone here he wanted to talk to. A waiter with an empty tray walked by, and accepted Bolinâs barely-touched glass of wine. The directions to the water closet were easy to follow.
As he re-emerged into the broad corridor that surrounded the ballroom, he decided to take a turn to his left and see what there was to see.
The dim lights inside helped the city shine out over the water. He spread his hand out against the glass and touched his forehead to it, still taking in the view. A small light crossed in the water below, and he watched the little boat head out into the bay. He followed its slow progress out to find the catch that would be tomorrow nightâs dinner for an awful lot of people.
When the lights dwindled away in the distance, he sighed again and straightened himself. He tugged at his jacket and slid his hands down his chest. He turned and continued down the corridor.
The section he was in was dimmer and seemed to have more office-type doors and spaces. He didnât feel like trying to make out all of the names beside the doors.
He kept walking.
He began to take the curve at the far end of the arena, back to where the main entrance would be. The lights were bright where the crowd was milling about, some still arriving at this late hour, some already departing for other events in other venues.
Still reluctant to rejoin the bustling crowd, Bolin slowed down and drifted to the interior side of the corridor. A few steps later, he noticed an older gentleman, bent forward as if to read a caption at a museum.
Bolin made a few polite brushing noises with his feet so as not to startle the man. The fellow glanced at him, smiled, and waved him over.
âCome over here, young man! Have you seen this display case before? They have some excellent items here!â
Something about the manâs voice tickled Bolinâs ears, but he couldnât quite place it.
He approached, and saw that the case was full of pro-bending items. There was an earthbenderâs uniform with a team logo he didnât recognize. A few earthen discs were propped up against the back of the display. He leaned in, and was able to see what looked like a few variations on the rules for the game, from a napkin with nearly illegible scribbles to a fully-bound volume with gold lettering.
âYou see that?â the man asked, pointing out a large photograph that was as long as his own arm, but only about a handspan tall. It looked like there were a hundred people in it, standing on stairs of some kind. They were all too small for him to make out much detail, but something about it made him think it was about twenty years old.
âThatâs the picture of the entire pro-bending league from the second season. The first season only had four teams, I think. But those first games were so popular that they had to make an entire league the very next year!â
The old manâs voice was so excited. When Bolin looked down, the man had raised his hand, and was using a finger to help him look through the newspaper clippings and photos tacked up at the back of the display.
His face lit up when he saw something, and he pressed his hand flat against the glass, his fingers splayed in excitement. âThere I am!â
It took a minute for Bolin to see what he had seen.
Just at the crease between the back and right-hand panels was an âaction shotâ that was labeled Shiro Shinobi Announces First Championship.
âShiro Shinobi?â Bolin gasped.
The manâs voice shifted, and Bolin knew he was right. âWelcome to the Republic City Pro-Bending Arena, folks!âÂ
Shinobi smiled and turned to face him, only to gasp, himself. âBolin? Of the Fire Ferrets? Iâm sorry I didnât recognize you!â He laughed and clapped Bolin on the shoulder.
âYou need to give us your uniform, young man! Do you still have that shirt you wore the night you protected Raiko from the terrorists?â
He paused, but Bolin was too flabbergasted to say anything.
âCome on, man! This display is incomplete without you! We have Lin Beifongâs uniform, we need yours!â
He backed up and rubbed his hands together.
âThis history of the league is incomplete without the Fire Ferrets! You kids are the stuff of legends!â
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An Interesting Conversation
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Warnings: alcohol and some tension?
Summary: John runs into an unexpected figure at a lack luster party.
You were quite difficult to track down you know.â
John set down his wine, uninterested in the sparkling liquid after an initial testing. So far, this event had been a waste of his time, and speaking to another elite wasnât going to improve his souring mood.Â
âI keep to myself⊠Politics no longer hold any interest to me.â
Watching the many debutantes fluttering across the dimly lit ballroom with their sparkling capes and glistening helms had only contributed to the perpetual headache that had recently been plaguing him. He thought he might at least get to meet with someone interesting, but the older participants who might have been good for a story or two were all focused on the dance floor, assessing potential seeds to develop with even less subtlety than a child in a candy store. After two hours of this nonsense, he had little hope that any conversation here would be worth his time.Â
âYet you always hold such sway over the tides of history⊠I remember reading about your exploits on Teris 7, the carnage that you wrecked⊠It was inspiring.â
John turned his head slowly, his eyes fixed on the towering figure just to his left. A simple red cape held in place by two golden fasteners caught his attention before the coiling cables draping past her ceremonial helmet snaked into view. She was quite the figure to be appearing here.
âSuch high praise, Admiral Krom, but you seem to have me confused with someone, donât you? I may seem tarnished, but my time does not span further than your fatherâs.â
He noticed the flinch, turning his body towards the drink heâd laid aside. It seemed more palatable now that the conversation had shifted to such a useless topic.Â
Before he could reach for it, his hand was intercepted, the music beginning to swell as bachelors flooded the dancefloor to have their promised turn with a rising star.Â
âHumor me?â
With another half hour before the doors would reopen, he accepted her advance, swaying along to the tune until her moves began to shift, turning to a much older step that his body instinctively fell into.Â
âThe Dying Constellation⊠banned by the mad emperor after the death of his beloved wife, and nearly lost to time⊠not the type of thing oneâs body forgets, is it?â
Johnâs shoulders hunched. She was a persistent pup. One who seemed to have done her research.
âWhat do you want?â
His words were flat, and he wasnât sold on the conversation, but for her to have learned that dance at such a young age⊠she deserved a modicum of engagement at least. At the height of the echoing music, Krom dipped him back, pulling his waist towards her with a tense grip and closing the distance between them in an instant.Â
âThe empire is rotting John. I just want you to do what you do best and remind everyone just how small our bluster is in the face of real monsters.â
Her words rang out like music, causing the husk to stir with excitement in a way he hadnât felt since encountering the first emperor. Her ambition was palpable, and borderline, desperate, hidden behind a thin facade of calm that was threatening to break with every word she spoke.Â
âHe was already proud of you, Elodie, and revenge canât revive the dead.â
He pulled away from her gently, the strength gone from her hands as he picked up his wine, downing the liquid in an attempt to quiet the beating of their hearts. What use would there be in getting excited now?Â
âNo⊠But you can, or at least the husk could manage it, right?â
He froze, a spark of interest finally starting to unravel the ball of apathy packed tightly in his chest. Perhaps this party wouldnât be a total waste of an evening after all.

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Never Meet Your Heroes
Once I figured out what to do with this prompt, I was super excited to write! so thank you @flashfictionfridayofficial for the awesome prompt! :D
Daughter, like her classmates murmuring excitedly beneath Them, knew the legend well. The story of how They started with nothing and, against everyone's beliefs, worked their way up and out. And was, for some reason, back to bestow their wisdom. Or so they had professed.
So daughter listened with yawning ears and a starved heart, hoping to deign on the roadmap They so graciously wanted to provide. Keenly at first, before doubt whispered on her shoulder, quickly followed by unsettling disbelief.
By the end of the sermon, while others asked for further guidance, daughter had only really learnt one thing.
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Family Traditions
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial #291 prompt: Stuff of Legends
They become the
Stuff of Legends
Family Traditions
What we pass down
To our children
To our grandchildren
Simple things
Like when the Christmas tree
Goes up
Comes down
Game night
Bowling on the weekends
Church on Sunday
They aren't Aurthian
They won't be ready about
A thousand years from now
Still they matter
The stuff that makes family
Family
Don't discount them to easy
For your grandchild' grandchild
May just teach them to her child
Family Traditions.
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Rice Cake Picasso (#fffef2 to #fff291)
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Boomeranged
This is a fill for todayâs @flashfictionfridayofficial [#FFF291 Stuff of Legends] as well as my  @character-a-character-b  Rair Pair bingo C1 square: A&B pulling a prank on someone together.Â
Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Scott Lang/Clint Barton Rating: General Tags:Â Avengers Compound, Avengers as Family, Pranks, Pining,, Love Confessions Summary:Â Clint and Scott plan a prank to get their teammates to confess their attraction to one another - but things donât quite go according to plan. Word Count: 974 wordsÂ
 âThis would be a lot easier if we were tiny,â Scott muttered, following Clint through the air ducts of the Compound. They were in the process of setting up what Clint claimed would be the most epic Avengers prank ever. âYou know, stuff of legends-level!âÂ
Scott wasnât sure about that, or whether the bruises and dust-bunnies were worth it. And then there was the dubious morality of the prank itself - but getting to spend time with Clint? That was worth all the hassle. Besides, Scott knew he had a habit of doing weird stuff to impress a crush.
âI thought you had to be wearing a suit in order to shrink,â Clint replied over his shoulder, âand I donât think Hopeâs would fit me.â
âTheoretically, the Pym particles donât require the use of a suit. After all, An-tonio got sized up with no ill effects, as best we can tell.âÂ
âYeah - Iâd rather not take my chances,â Clint shot back, a grin in his voice. âHere we go!â He taped a speaker and a can of house blessing spray to the back of the living room air vent, then attached the remote controlled gadget Scott had designed that would trigger the spray, along with the recording theyâd made earlier in the day.  Once everything was set up, they wriggled their way as quickly as possible back to Clintâs room.Â
âMake sure to clean up a bit before dinner,â Clint warned him with a wink. âWouldnât want them to suspect anything.â Â
âWill do - see you in a bit!â Scott made a mock-salute while trying not to fantasize about getting naked and wet with Clint.  He ambled back to his own room and took a quick and unfortunately solitary shower before joining the rest of the team for their weekly pizza and a movie night.  Â
It was Tonyâs turn to choose the movie, so theyâd probably be watching some sci fi action film that he would snark his way through, at least until Steve or Bucky asked him to stop. It was clear that there was some serious UST between the three of them, and hopefully their prank would help clear the air, so to speak.
They waited until everyone had finished eating - no reason to ruin perfectly good pizza, Clint had reasoned - and had settled into their accustomed spots around the room.  As usual, Steve, Bucky and Tony claimed the largest sofa, conveniently located under the air vent Clint and Scott had booby-trapped.  Â
Once the opening credits rolled, Clint glanced over at Scott and gave him a nod. Scott pressed the button of the small remote hidden in his pocket.  Mere moments later, a cloud of mist billowed out from the vent, and a booming voice (actually Scottâs own, with a fake foreign accent and run through a modulator) announced.  âFoolish Avengers - did you think I could be so easily vanquished?  Nay- and now I wreak my revenge - casting a spell that forces you to confess that which you have hidden from one another!â Â
Steve and Bucky had leapt to their feet at the sound of the first word, which meant they both got a face full of the vapor. âWhat theâŠâ Bucky exclaimed, before a coughing fit overtook him. Steve was gagging and hacking as well; apparently super-soldiers were super-sensitive to aerosol sprays.Â
âFriday? Whatâs going on?â Â Tony asked, pulling the collar of his Black Sabbath t-shirt up over his mouth and nose as he pulled his companions back down to the couch.Â
âIâm not sure, Boss.â  Scott was both immensely proud and a little ashamed of having hacked Tonyâs AI so his and Clintâs venture into the HVAC ducts wasnât observed and recorded. âIâm having trouble identifying the makeup of the spray.â  Â
Time to roll out the next part of the prank. Clint took the lead, scrambling to his feet, dramatically placing one hand over his chest. âNatasha - Iâm so sorry! Budapest - that was all my fault!âÂ
âWhat?â Scott didnât know what any of that meant, but he couldnât tell whether the shocked expression on her face meant Natasha was playing along or not. His own declaration hit a little close to home, but Scott figured it might encourage their targets to bare their souls a little as well.Â
âClint - Iâm head over heels in love with you!â Scott announced, throwing his arms wide. The expression of happy surprise that crossed Clintâs face looked almost real, and Scottâs traitorous heart skipped a beat in return. Â
âYou are, huh?â Clint pulled him into an embrace.  âTurns out Iâve kinda been carrying a torch for you as well, handsome.â Â
The blood rushed to Scottâs cheeks even as he reminded himself that this was just part of the prank.  âAnybody else have something they feel compelled to confess?â Â
âUhâŠ.â Steve rubbed the back of his neck. âBucky and Tony and me have been stepping out for awhile.âÂ
âAnd by âstepping outâ,â Tony added, with a hint of a smirk, âhe means screwing like bunnies. Iâm surprised no oneâs asked why Iâve been walking funny lately.â
âI didnât need the sordid details,â Natasha shrugged. Â
Bruce sighed. âAt least youâve kept your amorous activities out of the labâŠ.. right?âÂ
âI can neither confirm or deny.â Tony shrugged apologetically before turning to face Clint and Scott, who were still standing with their arms around each other as they absorbed the results of their prank. âItâs about time you two âfessed up to your feelings - we were ready to lock you in a closet!âÂ
âWhat?â Scott and Clint said practically in unison. Â
âBozhe moyâ Natasha muttered, shaking her head. Â
âItâs like a forestâs worth of pining between you two,â Bucky groaned. âJust go ahead and kiss already.âÂ
âThatâs an order,â Steve added in his Captain America voice.Â
âSir, yes sir!â Scott shot back, just before Clint took his breath away.. Â
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celestial love triangle
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fandom: original work rating: t cw: mythological murder mention? wc: 406 prompt: #fff291 stuff of legends for @flashfictionfridayofficial

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"Oh, did you hear the newest department gossip?" Fia made herself comfortable on Helena's couch, sipping from her coffee cup. "Nancy broke up with Doug."
Helena raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. Not that she cared too much about the love life of their coworkers, but of course she wanted to be at least vaguely in the loop. "And do we know why?"
Fia gave her a mischievous grin. "We do know indeed - and it's not pretty." Even though they were alone in Helenaâs office, she lowered her voice and leaned in closer. "Apparently, he's sleeping with her daughter. The one in college?"
Helena made a face. "Oh yeah, that's probably a good reason to break up."
"Yep."
"Well, as long as she doesn't start chopping him up."
Fia laughed, perplexed by that seemingly random statement. "What?"
Helena waved her off. "Oh, it's this old folk tale my grandma used to tell me before bedtimeâŠ" She put on her 'professor voice', as Fia liked to call it. "Back in the day, the sun is living happily with her husband, the moon, crossing the skies, doing whatever celestial bodies do all day. Until he falls in love with her beautiful daughter, the morning star - Venus. And when the sun finds out, she chops him up with a big sword as punishment. But he doesn't learn from his mistake, cheats on her again, and the cycle repeats - that's why the moon has phases."
"Ahh, I see. I did not know that," Fia chuckled.
"My grandma used to tell me that one all the time, and she went really into unnecessary detail about the chopping up part. I had so many nightmares from that as a child," Helena reminisced, shaking her head. "And to this day I have no idea why this tale specifically, like - what the moral of this story was supposed to be for me. Don't cheat? Don't get caught?" She raised an eyebrow. "Don't get married?"
"Always have a big sword?"
"Maybe," she laughed.
They both sat in silence for a few moments, then Fia emptied her coffee. "Anyway, I'm sure that celestial love triangle could have been solved some other way. Non-violently."
"Oh, what would you suggest, my dear Sofiya?"
"I don't know, I'm not a marriage counselor," she shrugged. "Polyamory?"
"Maybe you should recommend that one to Nancy," Helena snorted.
"Pretty sure then I'm the one who's getting chopped into little piecesâŠ" Fia grimaced.
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Legendary
written for: @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: FFF291; stuff of legends warnings: brief mention of an execution square word count: 415
She walks with the grace of queens, a silver cloak settled around her shoulders, the lightly falling snow dusting her hair with white.Â
She makes her way to the castle slowly. Each step is carefully placed. Every look is calculated. Even the slow curling of her hands is deliberate. I do not think she could perform impulsive actions; she seems too careful for that.Â
But not delicate. Never delicate.Â
Wherever she goes, the snow melts, creating a path forward. Grass and flowers spring up behind her: roses in full bloom, violets opening their petals to the winter sun.Â
I am on the castle battlements, miles above her, third in a row of equally transfixed guards, yet I think I feel the warmth she radiates. She is not glowing, but she may as well be. What she is doing is a miracle enough.Â
Beside me, the kingâs white-knuckled hands grip the stone wall. His expression is furious, dark eyes staring into the girl below.Â
She doesnât notice.Â
No. She does notice. She just doesnât care. Â
Itâs a thought I can scarcely fathom. For the last twenty years I have served under a tyrannical king, driven mad with power. One wrong move, one narrowing of those eyes, and you are another gruesome body decorating the already gore-splattered execution square. It is how the king kept his throne.Â
And here is this girl. Not yet eighteen, and she is already defying the will of the king.Â
Rumors have flown through the castle. It started with the stableboys, overhearing from the nobles. Then came the maids, the servants, and finally, the guards. Â
She is coming, they whispered. The kingâs daughter is coming home.Â
It is a dream I have hoped for since I joined the palace military, but freedom from the reign of our monarch seemed desperate. Even treacherous at times. Only the tattered scrolls and weather-worn books kept the seed of my hope alive.Â
She continues her slow advance. The clouds begin to part. More flowers spring up behind her footsteps. Though she came alone, a crowd is beginning to gather.Â
A girl with the power to create life. A magic not seen for centuries. If I were not wide awake, my armor heavy, I would have thought I were living a dream. A story. A tale for the darkest of hours, when children need a powerful tale to encourage them.Â
But the girl striding towards the castleâtowards her destinyâis no fairytale.Â
She is a legend.Â
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What an emotional way to remember those who were part of their past! Love it! â€ïž
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Poignant Invocation
It wasnât until the little girl they raised together was six years old, the two men realised they had experienced something quite similar, numerous times, in their childhoods. The girl, Rosamund Mary Watson-Holmes, only her uncle Myc addressed her that way, everyone else, even her teachers, called her Rosie. Her fathers also called her Bee, sweetheart, darling, precious girl, and sometimes, Watson. It was she, who asked the question, that lead to this revelation from Sherlock and Johnâs past.
âWhat were your grandmothers like?â Rosie asked one Sunday after theyâd come back from visiting Sherlockâs parents. They were the only grandparents she had.
âEccentric,â her papa rumbled.
âThought she was clairvoyant,â her dad said, earning him a raised eyebrow from his husband.
âReally?â the detective asked. âYouâve never said.â
âI guess I havenât. Never seemed to be an appropriate occasion for it,â John shrugged. âHow eccentric was yours, then? The normal Holmes quirkiness, or something spectacular?
âSame as yours, actually,â Sherlock replied slowly.
âNo way!â John exclaimed.
âWay,â the other man assured him.
âWhat is clair â that thing?â Rosie asked a bit affronted, feeling left out of the ongoing conversation.
âClairvoyant,â Sherlock said patiently, making his daughter repeat it until she pronounced it perfectly.
***
Neither John, nor Rosie, was the least bit surprised when they came home the next Friday afternoon, finding their home redecorated.
âAt least it smells nice,â was Johnâs response.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, before kissing his husband and kneeling in front of Rosie to give her a welcome home hug.
Five scented candles were placed on the mantlepiece, purple in colour, the scent something citrusy with a touch of lavender. The curtains were drawn, and all the lamps were covered in black fabric adorned with silver stars and golden moons.Â
John half expected a crystal ball or a Ouija board on their coffee table, but instead, a large book rested there; a book John had never seen before.Â
Rosie stood, mouth agape, then moved around the room, carefully.
âWhatâs all this, love?â John inquired silently.
âA tribute to our grandmothers, John. To Annabelle andâŠâ
He waited for John to fill in the blank.
âHester. Her name was Hester,â John murmured.
Sherlock repeated the name, then gestured for them to take a seat.Â
Large oriental-like cushions were placed around the table, all in different colours, reminiscent of gemstones. Ruby-read, emerald-green, sapphire-blue, topaz-pink, tourmaline-yellow.
With his usual agility, Sherlock seated himself closest to the book, while John and Rosie sat down on either side of him.
âThis book is one I remember from my childhood. Annabelle, my grandmother, used to read it to Mycroft, and later to me. The legends are from Japan, where she grew up,â Sherlock began.
John cried out, horrified that he knew nothing about this.
âShe was Japanese?â he asked, searching his husbands face for Asian features.
âNo, John,â Sherlock smiled. âHer father worked there. As a chemist. They moved to England when she was twelve.â
John looked at the book, realising it was written in Japanese.
âDo you? â â
âYes, me and Mycroft both. She taught us.â
âWow!â Rosie exclaimed. âThatâs amazing, papa.â
âQuite extraordinary,â John said and reached out a hand to squeeze Sherlockâs arm.
âCan you teach me too? Please,â Rosie asked.
âOf course, Bee,â Sherlock said.
The little girl rose quickly and threw her arms around her papaâs neck and murmured her thanks into his cheek.Â
John looked fondly at them, his eyes a bit blurry.
Once Rosie was seated on her green cushion again, Sherlock started to read, translating effortlessly, as if he read an English book.
âThis is a bit sad, but the moral can easily be transferred to our everyday lives. It is called The Legend of the Grateful Crane.â
Rosie curled up in Johnâs lap as Sherlock got the end of the story, but she didnât cry. She was as resilient as one would expect a daughter of the infamous Baker Street boys to be.
âOne more, please,â she begged once Sherlock had finished reading.
âAfter dinner,â John said sternly, and she knew it was futile to protest.
She sighed dramatically, not unlike how her papa used to indicate his disapproval.Â
***
âThis was a brilliant idea, love,â John said after theyâd put Rosie to bed.
âYou think so?â Sherlock asked.
âOf course, Sherlock. Couldnât you tell how enchanted she was? Me too, for that matter. God, weâre so lucky to have you.â
Sherlock sighed contentedly and made himself comfortable on the sofa, his head placed in his husbandâs lap. As John carded his fingers through his curls, Sherlock purred like a big cat. When they made love some hours later, the sounds escaping Sherlockâs throat reminded John of those made by dragons of the legends.
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Just a Letter
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial #292 prompt: Paper Promises
Just a letter
That is what they thought
Written by a Roman prisoner
What harm could it do?
No way it could help change the world,
Right?
Just another letter
Written to a small congregation
In a small Roman province
It wouldn't go any farther
Would it?
Just a letter
The promise of an eternity
Spent with God
Written on parchment
A promise on paper
A series of letters that would help change the world.
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PoliZ's WIP Update - 12 Feb 2025
Despite Real Life being stressful, I got a bit of a burst of creativity and exceeded my goal for the week. Â Â I touched 2 fics (1 new and 1 WIPs) for a total of 1705Â words.Â
On Ao3, I posted:Â
Chapter Three of Carrying Things Forward - WinterIron No Powers omegaverseÂ
Pussyfooting Around - Â WinterIron magical shenanigans ficletÂ
Love Potion Number Ï - another WinterIron magical shenanigans ficlet
On Tumblr I posted:Â
Boomeranged - HawkAnt prankfic leading to love confessions
Iâm juggling 14-ish active/semi-active WIPs with my current deadlines being the Character A/Character B, Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark bingos. Â
See below cut for what Iâm 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 Iâve got out there.  Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!
Character A/Character B Bingo [CACBB] (February Card)
The Character A/Character B blog & Discord server run a bingo where you get monthly 3x3 themed cards - February is Rare Pair Bingo - Iâm hoping to get two or three fills done by the end of the month.Â
* A3 - A & B going on a spontaneous road trip - Working on an IronAnt (Tony/Scott) one shot that is kind of a follow up to Piece of the Action . Iâve got 969 words so far and will pull in my BB A1 - First Night square, and brand new FFB Feb - B1 - Nobody took the couch square, probably as fade to black sex.  Â
* C1 - A&B pulling a prank on someone together - combined this with the Flash Fic Friday prompt [#FFF291 Stuff of Legends] Â for Boomeranged - a HawkAnt (Clint Barton/Scott Lang) prankfic leading to love confessions. It came in at 974 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.
Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round Six [BBB - R6]Â (Ends 31 Mar)
This amazing bingo event from the folks over at @buckybarnesbingo is still in progress. I have twenty-four fills and six bingoes with one WIP at the moment, and a couple more crossovers planned to hopefully get a blackout. Â
* U3 - Yelena Belova - Magica and I are circling back around to PeresmeĆĄnik, (aka Three Avengers and a Baby) - with the next chapter featuring Tonyâs interactions with Mirriam, and a revelation about her parentage. Iâve written 313 of the 560 words in this chapter so far - it needs about 500 more words before weâll be ready to post - maybe sometime next month?  Â
* Adoptable Nov - Canon: Animated Series - I picked this up intending to do something with the What If ⊠Captain Carter were the First Avenger? episode from Season One, but Season 3âs What If⊠The Red Guardian Stopped the Winter Soldier?  is the perfect fanfic fodder. I plan on keeping my fic platonic between Alexie and the Soldier, but there will be some shenanigans - Iâve got 366 words towards the fic after re-watching the episode, but am debating how far I want to take the story. Â
Beginnings Bingo [BB_24]  (Ends 30 Apr 2025)
This new all-fandoms bingo event (courtesy of @sweetspicybingo) celebrates beginnings - signups run thru 20 Feb so join in the fun! Â
* A1 - First Night - see CACBB - * A3 - A & B going on a spontaneous road trip aboveÂ
* A2 - first impression - Combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF289 Blinding Gaze] for Close Encounters of the Blue-Eyed Kind - a Stony College AU meet cute/meet ugly with Tony literally running into Steve. It came in as a double drabble (200 words) and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.
Tony Stark Bingo - Mark VIII [TSB_R8]Â (Ends 31 May)
This amazing bingo event from the folks over at @tonystarkbingo is still open for pre-made card signups, I believe. I have twenty-seven squares filled, and one WIP at the moment.
* S1 - Bodyguard - filled this with A Dark and Stormy Knight - a vaguely medieval AU WinterIron AU double drabble which crossed over with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF276 Dark and Stormy Night]. It came in at 200 words and will get posted on Ao3 before the bingo is over.Â
* T3 - KINK: praise kink Combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF290 Midnight Distractions] Sweet (Tech) Talk where a pining!Steve visits Tonyâs workshop late at night and the way heâs sweet-talking his tech sends Steveâs mind right into the gutter. It came in at 456 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event is over.Â
* Oct Adoptable: Facial Hair Bros - Filled this with New Kid in Town- a double drabble that crossed over with the Flash Fic Friday prompt [#FFF287 I Canât Stand It]. Tony is complaining to Pepper about that so-called wizard stealing his look - she thinks Tony doth protest too much. It came in at 200 words and will get posted to Ao3 before this event ends.Â
* A1 - Evil Exes - ended up squishing this into Chapter Three  of Carrying Things Forward, which I posted Friday, Itâs a followup to my omegaverse fic A Little Bit Carried Away where Alpha!Bucky has moved in with omega!Tony and theyâre figuring out their relationship, including some difficult parts of their pasts. It came in at 1268 words. Â
Post July Break Bingo 2024Â [pJBB_24] (Ends 30 Jun 2025)
I requested two 2x3 cards for this Discord-server only event from @julybreakbingo â so if you want to join in the fun, let me know and Iâll try to get you an invite! I have four fics posted & 0 WIPs - need to figure out some more crossovers.
Fandom Free Bingo - FFB
The @fandom-free-bingo blog offers up themed cards on a monthly basis - either 3x3 or 5x5 - you have a year to create your fanworks if you want them reblogged.Â
Gingerbread Edition - Ends 30 Nov 2025Â
Two fills completed - need to strategize on the others.Â
Half-Baked Edition - Ends 31 Jan 2026
* B1 - Nobody took the couch - see CACBB - A3 - A & B going on a spontaneous road trip aboveÂ
Year of the OTP [YOTP_25] Â (Ends Dec 31 2025)
Decided to jump in on this challenge where you create (at least) twelve works for a specific pairing by using the monthly prompts provided.Â
* January - Stockholm Syndrome - used this prompt in combination with last weekâs Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF288 Loud Lie, Quiet Truth] for Redirected Aim . The Soldierâs mission had been to retrieve the serum Howard Stark had reformulated, leaving no witnesses. He chose a different target. Itâs a WinterIron fic that came in at 687 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.Â
February - Bed Sharing - planning on using this for Chapter 4 of Carrying Things Forward - itâs going to be tricky to get this finished and posted by the end of the month, since Iâm going on a vacation where after the 27th, I wonât have internet access for several days.  Â
Warm and Fluffy  Bingo [WFB]  (no end date)
Nine fills on my card, courtesy of  @warmandfluffybingocards - need to try for another crossover or two!
* G1 - Kiss on the Forehead - Filled this with A Damper on Dinner - a domestic Stony ficlet where a power outage threatens their romantic dinner. It came in at 151 words and will get posted to Ao3 at some point.  Â
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On other creative fronts: Iâm working on a Duck (HBO Family I Spy) figure for a custom commission, with my final Marvel Trumps Hate 2024 auction being next up: Steven Grant in his asylum outfit.  Iâve also signed up with @fandomTrumpsHate for the craft bazaar - so keep an eye out for that! Â
If youâre 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! Iâm currently booked through the next couple of months, but should have commissions opening up this spring. Â
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