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Sherlock fandom.

Mind the Gap

He has an ambivalent relationship with the Tube. The invention is genius, of course, but sometimes there are too many people who can’t seem to comprehend how to behave. Especially when embarking or disembarking the carriages. Grown ups suddenly seem to have left their common sense behind on the platform or inside the train.

“Mind the gap,” the familiar voice tells them all.

At least, this announcement seems to register in everyone. To this day, Sherlock has never encountered anyone who has seriously miscalculated entering or leaving the train. He knows it occurs obviously; people are idiots after all.

What he has experienced in abundance, however, are morons trying to get on the train while others are trying to get off. Simultaneously. It’s evident than neither of these human beings have any clue about logistics. Or physics for that matter.

Because of this, he avoids the Tube like the plague in the rush hours, not to mention in the summer when hordes of dim-witted tourists are invading the city.

Sherlock is aware that not every place on the planet have underground transportation systems like London has, which the forementioned tourists prove on an hourly basis, but surely one should expect people to do their research before travelling to a large city. They don’t even know how to place themselves on the escalators, for goodness’ sake! There are signs which inform them to stand on the right so that people like Sherlock, who’s always in a hurry, can leap up the moving device on the left side. Sometimes, he wonders if they’re all illiterate.

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[#FFF361 Watch Your Step ]

Where are your characters going? What are they watching out for? Are they avoiding people in a crowd? Carefully traversing a dangerous path? Or simply trying to not get wet from all the puddles? And if they do misstep...how bad are the consequences? It's time for you to go write and let us know! Let your ideas flow!!

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#FFF361 Watch Your Step

Fandom: Avatar, the Legend of Korra

1064 words

“Aunt Kya! You’re early!”

Meelo vaulted across the dining hall to slam into her for a hug. It took all of her combat training to keep from falling backwards and breaking her back over the duffle bag slung over her shoulder.

“Meelo, we’ve talked about this. I’m getting too old to catch you like that.”

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Prompt: #361 Watch Your Step

“Whoa, hey, watch your step!” 

You felt strong fingers grip your bicep, firm but not hard enough to bruise. The hand pulled you to the side, fast enough that you nearly tripped over your own feet.

“What the hell, Dean?”

The hunter said nothing, just tipped his chin towards where you’d been walking, where you’d just been about to step.

There, in the dirt path, was a pile of steaming–

“Horse shit,” Dean said concisely, a scowl on his face. He looked around, making sure no more piles were in the vicinity. “This place is disgusting.”

“It’s authentic,” you said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Authentic? That guy over there’s on a cell phone. That woman in the candle tent is paying for her fifteen new candles with a credit card!” The crease in his brow deepened. “And who the hell buys fifteen candles at one time? There’s something suspicious about her…”

“Dean,” Sam hissed from the other side of his brother, watching as Dean’s other hand inched toward his belt, toward the gun. “Do not pull your gun on that woman.”

“Lighten up, Dean,” you said. “Try to enjoy yourself.”

“Enjoy myself?” Dean repeated. “We’re out here, baking in the sun, almost stepping in shit, watching people flounce around in medieval clothing, acting as if that time period was really better than what we have today. I mean, come on, half these people would’ve bit it during the Black Plague, and they know it!”

Sam gave a pained smile to an aghast family that passed by, the mother covering her young child’s ears with her hands. “Dean, tone it down.”

“No, Sammy, I will not. I’m tired of being strung along by you two to these ridiculous places all in the name of ‘fun’. This isn’t ‘fun’-- this is a history lesson in the middle of nowhere. And–” Dean’s eyes widened, his rant halting. He sniffed once, twice. “Is that…” He turned, his eyes landing on the source of the smell. “Oh, hell yeah. Now that’s what I’m talking about!”

You and Sam watched as Dean trotted over to the stall selling smoked turkey legs.

“Remind me why we brought him with us?” Sam said quietly to you.

“Because you and I both know he’s secretly a nerd.”

“And a glutton,” Sam added, grimacing slightly at the two oversized turkey legs in his brother’s hands. “Is that… bacon-wrapped?”

Dean nodded as he took a huge bite from one. “You know it.” He took another bite before even swallowing the first. “Guy said there’s a jousting tournament in five minutes. Come on!”

He turned and headed to the left at a quick pace.

“Weaponry and meat,” you said with a small shake of your head. “And Dean thought this wouldn’t be up his alley.” 

You and Sam followed the elder hunter. Your eyes noticed the mess just a split-second before disaster. “Dean, look–!”

Written (late) for @flashfictionfridayofficial FFF361: Watch Your Step Fandom: Arcane Ship: Marvika (Pre-canon Margot X Sevika) Word Count: 728 CW: Recreational drug use (mentioned), sex work (implied)

Summary: Sevika picks Margot up from work, even though they've been fighting. (They're around 21 here)

Though some would claim otherwise, Margot hated topside as much as the next undercity resident. Probably more on nights when hands wandered and tips ran low. But the fact was that a solid one-night gig dancing in Lower Piltover could cover her rent for a month. Three if she smuggled some of Renni’s powder over the bridge and let the factory foremen and mine supervisors snort bumps off the divets above her collarbones. 

And a job like the one old man Chross set up tonight—a gentleman’s club way up in the Academy District, the type littered with doctors and judges with wandering eyes and full pockets—could be enough to get her and Sevika a place of their own out in Bilgewater. Away from the mines and the grey and the enforcers. Away from the self-styled revolutionaries who hardly knew their asses from their elbows, much less how to run a fully autonomous city-state. 

She and Sevika got into it every time Margot found work topside—just like they did whenever Sev pulled a risky job for Vander and Silco and didn’t charge for it—but tonight’s argument had felt more dramatic than usual. Maybe permanent. But at least bad enough that Margot stormed out of their shitty apartment in her costume, all tight leather and stiletto heels, completely forgetting the bag with her clothes to change into after. 

Margot sighed as she stepped out onto the quiet Piltie cobblestones a few hours before dawn. The walk home at this hour was unpleasant at the best of times, but now—half-naked and largely unarmed, carrying more cash than most fissure folk touched in half a year—it was sure to become a full-fledged safety hazard. 

She had just turned onto the main road, wondering if her nails were sharp enough to dig an eye out if she were pressed, when one of her heels caught on the cobbles and threw her off balance. She would have landed face first if not for a familiar arm grabbing her around the waist. 

“Watch your step,” Sevika said, the hand moving away once Margot regained her balance.

“What the hell are you doing here, Sev?” Margot asked, her voice coming out more tired than acidic. 

Her girlfriend—ex-girlfriend?—shrugged. 

“You left your shit.” Without another word, Sevika handed over the bag Margot had forgotten by their bedroom door. “Figured you wouldn’t wanna walk home in those stilts.” 

“What’s it to you now, anyway?” Margot crossed her hands over her chest, pouting despite herself. “I’m just some sellout who’d do anything for a quick buck, right?”

Sevika sighed. “I never said that.” 

Margot rolled her eyes. “Sev, I was your first,” she said. “I can make you squirt rivers for me without even touching you. Since when have you ever had to say a word for me to know what you’re thinking, what you want?”

Sevika let her gaze trail languidly over Margot’s entire body, sending a rush of wanting through her that had been absent while she danced all night. “What am I thinking now, doll, since you know everything?”

Margot grinned despite herself. “That I’m too good a lay to walk away from, even if I’m never gonna be one of your protest broads.” 

“Close enough,” Sev said, and kissed her, all smoke and bottom shelf whiskey, and something faintly sweet. Margot melted into it, her head tilting back as Sevika licked the length of her neck and then nibbled on her collarbone. “You’re perfect for me, doll.”

“We’re in the middle of the street,” Margot warned when her girlfriend’s hand found its way between her thighs. “I’m not trying to spend another night in Stillwater for indecent exposure.” 

One more kiss and Sevika released her.  “Change your shoes and let me take you home.”

Margot used Sev’s forearm for balance as she stepped out of her heels and into a pair of well worn black boots. She hissed a little as the heel brushed against a fresh blister, and Sev’s eyes clouded over with concern. 

“Need me to carry you, doll?”

“Need is a strong word,” Margot told her. “But if you insist…”