#PolyshipWeek24

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Polyship Week 2024 - Daily Prompts

[ID: Poster for Polyship Week 24, taking place 17–23 November, listing the prompts for each day. /end ID]

The prompts for #PolyshipWeek24 are here! As with last year, the final prompt of each day links to an image — feel free to use the phrase or the image itself for inspiration, and please credit the original creator if you remix their work.

Day One

Team as Polycule

"Is that my hoodie?"

Breakups

Group Hug (smolmoss)

Day Two

"Blorbo Has Two Hands"

Gift-Giving

Thunderstorms

Stair Cuddles (adorkastock)

Day Three

Queerplatonic Partners

Beach

Reverse Tropes

Through the Years (shutterstock)

Day Four

Aro/Ace & Polyam

Promises

Time Travel

Let's Dance (shutterstock)

Day Five

Relationship Anarchy

"You're burning up!"

Arranged Marriage

Only One Bed (House promo image)

Day Six

Queer Disabled Polyam

Parties

Kink Discovery

Tight Squeeze (Sailor Moon, gif by xbuster)

Day Seven

Free Day! Happy Polyamory Day!

Event Guidelines

Works featuring polyamorous characters and relationships of all kind are welcome — any characters, ships, fandoms, and OCs too!

Queerplatonic relationships, as well as asexual and/or aromantic characters are explicitly welcome on ANY day!

Works may be in any medium — fic, art, gifsets, podfic, vids, and more!

Participate in as few or as many days as you like. Choose your favorite prompt each day or mash them up — whatever sparks your imagination!

Please tag us @PolyshipWeek or use the hashtag #PolyshipWeek24 so we can reblog your creations!

Need even more inspo? You can view the entire list of suggested prompts here.

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[markantonys]

POLYSHIP WEEK 2024

→ Day 4: promises “I made a promise, too; I promised to keep the pair of you alive. If Moghedien shows up, she’ll go after you two. Now, here.” [Mat] pushed the medallion at her again. Elayne reached up to pull his hat off and slip the cord over his head. She actually tucked the foxhead into his shirt and patted it before handing him his hat. [...] “You wear it. After all, you can hardly keep your promise if Moghedien kills you.”

[dailyhatchetfield]

day 183 - @polyshipweek day one; "is that my hoodie?"

[fandomworld9728]

Polyship Week - Blitzo/Stolas/Lucifer (Day 5):

Relationship Anarchy/"You're burning up!"/Arranged Marriage/Only One Bed

"Why the fuck do you guys get to go but we can't?!"

"Dad calm down. I don't like it either but you're a human and I'm an angel. We can't just go to Hell whenever we want. Our bodies probably wouldn't be able to handle it." Vaggie set a hand on her father's shoulder to try and calm him down.

"You think I wanna go?"

Messing with their bowtie, Lucifer couldn't help but feel anxious. This was only the second time that they would be seeing their father. The last time had been when they had accidently time traveled into Hell.

The only reason Lucifer had agreed to go was so that Charlie could meet her grandfather and see the unexpected beauty of Hell like they had.

"You can share my room, Charlie."

"Aww~ thank you, Via."

"Oh, oh! Me too! Me too!"

Watching the little girl jump around excitedly, Octavia picked her up with a laugh. "Sure Niffty. You too."

"Girl's night sleepover!"

"Yay!"

"What?! Why does she get to go?!"

"Did you forget that my dear Niffty is half demon?" Taking his little girl, Alastor set her on his head where she usually sat. "Besides, I doubt that you could handle her while I'm gone."

"Can we just get this over with?"

"Come on, Luci darling. At least pretend to be excited. How about showing us that beautiful smile?"

~

"Are you sure this is the room we're supposed to be in?"

"Of course, darling. This is your room after all. Hence the one bed."

Watching the two talk and unpack their bags, Alastor could feel his annoyance growing. This wouldn't be an issue if Stolas stayed in his own room or if Alastor's room hadn't been destroyed by that imbecile Vox in his absence. At least he could take out his frustrations on him later.

"Alastor. Are you going to unpack as well?"

"Uh... Stolas. Alastor isn't going to be all that keen on sharing a bed with the both of us. He isn't that big on touch."

"Oh. Oh dear. What should we do?"

Sighing, Alastor couldn't find it in him to stay upset at the situation. It wasn't their fault. Besides, they could still make this work.

"As long as you do not touch me Stolas, I shall be alright."

"Yay! I get to be in the middle!"

Laughing at his goofy and adorable partner, Stolas guided them to the bathroom with him so that Alastor could have some privacy to get ready for bed.

"Let us get changed so we can turn in for the night."

~

Flopping down in the middle of the bed, Lucifer had to admit that this visit wasn't as bad as they had been dreading. Especially since now, they were gonna be sleeping next to Alastor. It was a rare occasion since he didn't want anyone besides, Lucifer, Niffty, or Adam to touch him while he slept.

As Stolas settled in next to them, they tossed his book away. Lucifer knew that he would stay up all night reading if no one stopped him. Plus, they were feeling a little selfish tonight...

"Could you not throw my book please?" Amused by his partner's childish behavior, Stolas positioned them, so they were laying on their sides with his arms around them. "Better?"

"Much. Now we just need Alastor and we can go to sleep."

"I am just setting up my radio. Or are you going to throw that as well?"

"Oh, ha ha. Hurry up~"

"So demanding. Do not worry your highness I have finished."

Smooth and relaxing jazz music filled the room as Alastor got settled besides Lucifer on their other side. Hooking one of his fingers with Lucifer's, Alastor thought that he could get used to this sort of arrangement.

{1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7}

[pommedepersephone]

so we're not written in the stars

Sixth and final chapter of my Polyship Week 2024 fic, Shameful Company, is now up!

(Yes, a bit late, but life happened)

Words: 11.9K

Rating: chapter is General, but fic is Explicit

Relationships: James Bond/Q/OMC, Q & Madeleine Swann, James Bond & Madeleine Swann

"James, MI6 did its damnedest to intentionally, systematically strip you of your ability to form lasting attachments to other people. You adapted to the conditioning, which is how you survived. But now, you have to decide if you want to undo that conditioning.”

[adhdzagreus]

One Big Bed

Pairing: Cassandra/Rapunzel/Eugene Fandom: Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure Length: 900 words Prompt: Day 5 "Only one bed" for @polyshipweek

Zhan Tiri may have blasted a hole through the wall, but Rapunzel’s bed is still intact. Her murals weathered the final battle with minimal damage too. 

Most importantly, Cassandra and Eugene emerged from the ordeal unscathed. Rapunzel has not left their sides since Zhan Tiri was defeated and the Sundrop and Moonstone were returned to the heavens. 

Night fell fast after the dust settled and everyone was accounted for, and the three of them ended up in Rapunzel’s room. She can’t stop staring at Cassandra’s black hair. Cass looks pale and tired, but her dark eyes are focused and clear. 

Eugene has been talking a mile a minute since their victory, trying to defuse any lingering tension, and Cass has told him to shut up three times already, and that’s how Rapunzel knows they’re going to be okay. 

“You sure you want to sleep in here, sunshine?” Eugene asks, looking at the debris from the hole in the wall. 

“It’s not so bad, Eugene,” she says. “Some fresh air will be nice, and we just spent the afternoon getting the guard back in order, so there’s no danger.” 

“Yeah, I mean, what are the odds we get attacked twice in one day?” Eugene agrees. 

“Pretty high now that you’ve said it,” Cass puts in. 

Rapunzel laughs and sets Pascal on his perch before flopping down on her bed on her back. “This was a good day.” 

“Sunshine, we almost got stomped by a giant demon sorcerer lady,” Eugene says. 

“The key word is almost,” she says with a sigh. Her body feels liquid against her silk bedding. 

“It’s certainly been a day to remember,” Cass says dryly. “I guess I’ll head back to my room. It’s still there, right?” 

Rapunzel sits up on her bed. “What? I mean, yeah, it’s still there, but you’re gonna leave? You just got back, Cass.”

“Well, yeah,” she says, but she hesitates. 

“Well, I’m not going anywhere,” Eugene says, throwing himself on the bed next to Rapunzel. “Pretty sure Zhan Tiri trashed my room anyway.” 

Rapunzel laughs. “You’re welcome here anytime.” She takes his hand, and he squeezes it. “Cass?” Rapunzel says. 

Cass huffs as she sits on the edge of the bed. “Someone needs to look after you two.” 

“Yay!” Rapunzel squeals. She leans over to kiss Cass on the cheek before she stands up and darts behind her dressing screen to change into her nightclothes. 

When she gets back, Eugene has taken off his jacket and boots, and he smiles when he sees her. “I’m gonna have to get used to not calling you blondie anymore.” 

“You’ve always been slow on the uptake,” Cass says. She’s still wearing her black and gray bodysuit with the hole where the Moonstone used to be. 

Rapunzel digs around in her drawers until she finds what she’s looking for—a white blouse and brown leggings, leftover from a long ago sleepover with Cass. She hands them to her without a word, and if Eugene is surprised that Rapunzel still has some of Cassandra’s clothes in her room, he doesn’t show it. 

“Thanks, Raps,” Cass says. She stands and ducks behind the screen. 

Rapunzel lays down in bed and rests her head on Eugene’s chest. He plays with the ends of her new haircut. 

Cass returns in soft white and brown fabric, and Rapunzel beams at her. She rolls her eyes as she climbs into bed on the other side of Rapunzel. 

The princess’s bed is big enough for the three of them, and Rapunzel curls up between Cassandra and Eugene. Eugene drapes an arm over her, and Rapunzel wraps an arm around Cass with a sigh. 

“The last time we did this, we were all on the way to the Dark Kingdom,” she says. 

“Feels like just yesterday,” Eugene says. 

Cass huffs a laugh. “Feels like a lifetime ago to me.” 

Internally, Rapunzel agrees with both of them. “Are you still going to leave tomorrow, Cass?’ 

The former lady-in-waiting is quiet for a moment. “Yes,” she answers. “There’s a big world out there beyond Corona, and we only saw a bit of it.” 

“Okay,” Rapunzel says. She knows what Cass means. She knows Cass has to leave for the same reason she did, and for the same reason that she turned down Eugene’s first proposal and floundered at his second. “Will you be coming back?”

“Of course. Just don’t ask me when,” she says. 

“We’ll hold you to that,” Eugene says. “So don’t take too long, or Sunshine’ll send the Royal Guard after you.” 

“Eugene! I wouldn’t do that!” 

“You would,” Cass and Eugene say in unison. 

“Only if I was really worried,” she concedes. 

The trio falls silent for a moment. Eugene’s arm is warm and comforting around Rapunzel’s waist. She can feel Cass’s steady breathing as her chest rises and falls under Rapunzel’s arm. Eugene lets out a sleepy sigh. 

“Will you still be here in the morning?” Rapunzel whispers. 

“Yes, Raps,” Cass says, fond and exasperated. “I won’t leave without saying goodbye.” 

“Okay.” 

“Now get some sleep.” 

“Okay. I love you,” Rapunzel says. 

She can practically feel Cass rolling her eyes through their connection. “I love you too.” 

“That’s great, but can we have this discussion in the morning?” Eugene says with a yawn. 

“Can it, Fitzherbert.” 

“Love you too, Cass.” 

Rapunzel falls asleep with a smile on her face.

[dandelion-wings]

Diluc/Jean/Kaeya (with background Eula/Jean/Lisa. I'm out here giving my girl a harem) for @polyshipweek's free day. This is a sequel to last year's Group Composition!

When Jean and Kaeya appear battered on his doorstep, Diluc lets them both in out of the cold to rest. Out of the cold, and into his bed, where keeping Jean warm leads him to reminisce about past such slumbers.

Is it cheating to post only for the free day? Probably! But I promised myself a good year ago that I was going to finish this one in time for Polyship Week '24, and I'd like to for once in my fic-posting life hit a deadline. XD

[howdoyoudothedew]

Rated: G

Pairing: Maggie/Sophie/Nate/Sterling

Word Count: ~500

A/N: Day one for @polyshipweek using prompt 'thunderstorms' and 'caught in the rain' from the proposed prompts list

“I’ve always liked thunderstorms,” Sterling says, apropos to the rain they’ve all just come in from.

“Really?” Nate asks, looking at his old friend. His now lover. And isn’t that a strange thought to be had? All those years working together and they’d never been more than drinking buddies, rivals, and friends. But put them on different sides of the law and suddenly they’re swapping spit like teenagers. Sophie would probably say something about pigtails or repressed sexual tension. Honestly, Nate isn’t even sure he’d disagree. To himself, at least. Outloud he’d disagree plenty.

Outside, the rain is coming down in sheets. There’s a flash which lights up the sky and Nate counts in his head– one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi, five Mississippi, six Mississippi– then a clap of thunder, loud and rattling. Maggie jumps, just slightly, as she takes off her soaked jacket.

“I hate it,” Sophie says, bent over slightly as she wrings out her hair. “All those years in London, I can’t believe you still enjoy this.”

“What can I say? I like the simple pleasures in life,” Sterling says. Nate laughs.

“Sterling, you never agreed to go drinking with me unless we went somewhere with the ‘good scotch’,” Nate says.

“Our first date, you took us to the Louvre,” Maggie adds with her own amused smile.

“Yes, well,” Sterling straightens his suit jacket as if it’s not soaked. “I can enjoy simple things and have standards.”

“That, at least, I can agree on,” Sophie says, fluffing her hair now she’s done wringing it out. She walks over to Sterling, taking the jacket from his shoulders instead of letting him bother with it even more. “I say we start a cozy fire and watch the rain, if you like it so much.”

The suggestion surprises Nate, at least slightly, and it seems to surprise Sterling as well, given the wide-eyed look he gives Sophie. It quickly turns into a narrowed one. “Really? You’re suggesting we, what, cuddle to the flashes of lightning?”

“Sounds like it could be nice,” Maggie says, moving to drape herself over Sterling. Sometimes, Nate thinks the other man might be right and Sophie and he are a bad influence on his wife. But to be fair, Maggie has always been able to get her way. The two of them wouldn’t have lasted long, even before Sophie and Sterling, if Maggie couldn’t stir up at least a little of her own trouble. “All of us getting out of our wet clothes, curling together under a blanket with a fire to keep us toasty while the storm rages outside under our careful watch.”

Sterling rolls his eyes like he’s annoyed. Nate doesn’t miss the pink flush on his cheeks. Given the look Sophie gives him, neither does she. “If we must.”

“Oh, we must,” Sophie says and Nate laughs, following behind the three of them with his hands in the pockets of his partly-soaked pants, watching as Sterling bats away Sophie and Maggie’s hands. Outside, another bolt of lighting flashes.

The room lights up.

Nate counts five seconds.

A boom.

And four people crowd together under a blanket on a too-small couch to watch, skin pressing against skin.

[butterflydm]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock/Nyota Uhura Characters: James T. Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Spock (Star Trek), Winona Kirk Additional Tags: Post-Movie: Star Trek Beyond (2016), polyshipweek's Polyship Week 2024, polyshipweek 2024 day 2: gift-giving Summary:

After the events of Star Trek Beyond, Spock gives a gift to Kirk that leads to discussions about life, love and the Enterprise.

“One last question before I let you go, Jimmy,” his mom said.

Winona had aged well, by anyone's standards – her gaze was more commanding than it had been when he'd been a child, the crow's feet by her eyes only adding to the sense that she could see right through him. Her close-cropped hair was more silver than blonde these days, lending her a dignity that he knew she'd felt the lack of when she'd been a grieving widow trying to figure out how to handle a kid and a newborn all on her own.

“No,” Jim said, not needing her to actually ask to know what the question would be. “There are no grandkids on the horizon. There isn't even a partner on the horizon. Still flying solo and happy about it.”

For day 2 of Polyshipweek 2024: gift-giving.

[polyshipweek]

Polyship Week Interest Survey!

Hello polyshippers and multiamorous fandom pals, we're getting ready for Polyship Week 2024, and we want to hear what sort of things YOU want to make this year!

This quick six question survey will help us build the prompt list for this year's event. All questions are optional, and you can take it more than once, so don't be shy!

The survey will be open through the end of July for your suggestions and questions:

Shares and reblogs are appreciated! 💙🤎🖤

[markantonys]

POLYSHIP WEEK 2024

→ Day 7: free day → toxic hero/villain/villain polyeroticism Rand al’Thor, Lanfear, & Ishamael (THE WHEEL OF TIME) Galadriel, Sauron, & Adar (RINGS OF POWER)

[theredshirtsarecoming]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jazz Fenton/Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson Characters: Dick Grayson, Jazz Fenton, Barbara Gordon Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Domestic, Sharing Clothes Series: Part 1 of Polyship Week 2024 Summary:

Dick comes home from a very long week of having to be a superhero.

For @polyshipweek day one!

[dailyhatchetfield]

day 184 - @polyshipweek day two; stair cuddles

[pommedepersephone]

It's WIP Wednesday over at the @mi6-cafe! I have got my black coffee, and I am sitting in the back corner working on my little series for @polyshipweek - which is a follow up to make it count from LDWS! So if you wanted to know more about Q, Jyoti and James... Follow along starting 17 Nov!

Q grew up with no model for what a loving partnership should look like. His grandparents, who raised him, had married young out of social necessity. They were more resigned to one another, in a tired sort of way.

His parents, well, his parents had married for love, but no one would ever know if their youthful passion would have lasted. An early death in an automobile accident with no one to blame other than bad weather and worse luck had reduced their presence in his life to this - a box of fading mementoes.

Jyoti knows about the box because Q told him. James knows because he’s a nosy bastard.

[i-used-to-be-a-spy]

This was so fun to write!

For PolyshipWeek24 Prompt: You're burning up!

[howdoyoudothedew]

Rated: G

Pairing: Ernest/Peter and Peter/Hook

Word Count: ~600

A/N: Day four for @polyshipweek using prompt 'promises'

There’s always been a special bond between Hook and Peter. It’s one Ernest isn’t a part of and he doesn’t mind.

He swears he doesn’t.

(He might be lying, just a little.)

See, he doesn’t mind sharing Peter. But Peter has such a rich history with Hook and Hook has always understood him in a way Ernest simply can’t. It’s not a bad thing at all, and Ernest is grateful he has Hook. But… sometimes Ernest has some fears. Because Hook and Peter fit so cleanly, Ernest just can’t see how he can fit, too.

But when they leave Neverland– and they know he still needs more time– they promise to find him again. Peter promises to find him again. It’s a promise which keeps Ernest up that first night and many, many nights after. Especially when he does finally return to America. It doesn’t escape him Peter and Hook are far less likely to find him in America, when both of them had british accents.

For a few years, Ernest stays in America, fighting on whether or not he should take a trip to England. To see if he can’t find them himself. Can’t find Peter, at least. While he struggles with the thought, is haunted by the promise, he starts to write short stories. They’re surprisingly popular when his sister finally convinces him to publish them. Well. “Convinces”. It was more forced.

He can’t be mad about it, though, when those short stories and the ones after them get him invited to England. It’s to an international writer’s conference and the second he’s in England, Ernest can’t help looking around every corner for Peter or even Hook. Of course he doesn’t see either of them, England is a big country and it’s not like either of them have Tinkerbell anymore to lead them to him. The promises in Neverland were long ago, probably forgotten, and Ernest is okay with it.

It doesn’t stop him from pausing every time he sees Peter’s name.

(He’s not as okay with them forgetting about him as he wants to pretend.)

There’s a voice behind him, forming words Ernest can’t quite hear but thinks might be his name. A few times, during the conference, Ernest has been approached and each has felt just as weird as the last. It’s not as if he’s famous– though, he supposes, to be brought here he has to have some form of fame even if it’s never felt like it, he’s always written more for his sister than anyone else– but plenty of people want to make connections here. Or are simply curious about the different writers here. The styles, the experiences. Though this approach feels the oddest, something about the excited voice followed by a calmer baritone niggling at the back of Ernest’s mind.

Ernest turns and registers first short, choppy dirty blonde hair on a skinny man close to his height and a hawkish nose on a broader man several inches taller than him. His eyes widen, breath stealing from his throat. The dirty blonde gives a familiar impish grin, like he knew all along and Ernest turning simply confirmed his thoughts. Maybe Peter never needed Tinkerbell to be oddly observant, nor needed Neverland to appear more fae than human. The conference goes silent around him.

Hook smiles at him, holds out a hand Ernest takes without thinking. It feels like electricity. “James Harrington.”

Peter does the same. His hand feels like home. “Peter Darling.”