#multiamory may

[urwendii]

as mentioned in my update post previously, I will not have the bandwidth to do the 31 prompts so I'm choosing the ones I feel like doing. This time we're heading post canon and into the Dagor Dagorath. And thanks to Cilil for helping me brainstorming <3

Pairing: Mairon🔥 x Arien☀️ x Eönwë🦅 Rating: a bit angsty?

Day 8: Hurt

“She needs time.” Estë informs him when Eönwë hastily lands in Lórien, breathless from having rushed there as soon as he heard the news. 

“How is she, please I need to know.” He urges her on, the Valië lifts one hand demanding his silence wordlessly until at last Eönwë has to relent, his wings dropping slightly as he sighs, exhaustion and anxiety weighing heavy on his shoulders. 

“She is hurt, Eönwë, but she is receiving all of our care. For now you are needed elsewhere, and Arien needs the rest and peace my husband shall provide.” Unhappy at being denied he still complies, knowing the Valië’s advice to be sensible and bowing in respect Eönwë jumps back in the air, heading his Master’s call to gather all eagles for the oncoming battle. 

But before that, and against his own judgement, he felt the need to see one last person, to warn him too - Arien would want him to do this. And whatever has been between them, once, long ago - golden eyes and red lips -  still Eönwë owes it to Mairon, because he had cared about him, and so does Arien and between them many things had come to pass, away from privy eyes.

And so because Eönwë had once been important to Mairon, and Mairon still is too him - sort of - against his best judgement, weak fool that he is - Eönwë drops to low altitude in direction of the back of Aulë’s Mansion and into the Commons where he knows the Maia had been ordered to remain under supervision.

Emptiness greets him however, with the door slightly ajar - no sign of anyone around, no sign of struggles. The worst suspicion steals the remnant of oxygen from his lungs. Fooling them twice would be a massive privilege, would be the loss of all hope and faith Eönwë has still within him - despite the dark years, despite the betrayals, despite the forced passivity of the long ages. 

“Mairon!” He yells, half despair, half rage. 

[manicpixiefelix]

head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}

Part 4.

Summary: While Oliver may struggle to fit into your group of friends as a whole, he seems to fit perfectly by you and Felix's sides. Farleigh grows more unhappy with this arrangement as the weeks go on, and finally Felix has enough of his attitude towards you, and you accidentally overhear. Upset at both Farleigh's attitude and how Felix had to fight with him on your behalf, Felix spends the rest of the night making sure you know just how much you're worth.

{ masterpost }

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.

Warnings: drinking/intoxication, smut but somehow i managed to still write around the reader's AGAB??? still explicit tho (reader bottoming), and 'dog' being used to demean the reader once.

A/N: 3825 words. it hasn't been even 24 hours since the last chapter. im making good time lol. i promise there will be a lot more oliver in the future (i already have part of chapter 5 that is VERY reader/oliver) but this is an especially Felix/Reader chapter. i know its kind of going slow, we're still only in the first bit of oxford, but it will pick up, i just like really getting into the character interactions. as always, this is unedited, and i'd love any feedback you may have!!

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Oliver, by nature, does not appear to be an incredibly tactile individual. Getting shitfaced at your first proper meeting at the pub aside, and not counting the nights he joins you all at the club, he seems perfectly gentle and demure, always taking up as little space as possible, never really reaching out for another person unless they make the first move.

Except with you.

It's never overt, nothing about Oliver is ever overt, he's not throwing his arms around you every time he sees you like Felix, not tucking himself close to you as you all walk to the pub the way the girls of the group liked to do, nor is he leaning on you and treating you like furniture the way Farleigh liked to expression his familiarity. It was small, constant contact. Sitting too close in a booth, knees knocking under the table, shoulder checking you at the bar and staying that close as you both wait for your drinks, studying together in the library, sitting across from one another and his leg sticks out under the table, his ankle reaching yours.

For you it's normal, honestly it's a little toned-down from what you're used to, but there's always something in his eyes when he first makes contact, like he wants to memorise your reaction. Oliver is always memorising, always watching, always observing. There's something almost voyeuristic about his company in those quiet moments, but you're used to being watched, you're used to putting on a show, so you find yourself matching his energy, giving a coy smile when you meet his unreadable gaze. Underneath the table you'll press your ankle back against his, or knock your knee against his with purpose, or lean against his at the bar, acknowledge the contact, relish in it for the moment.

Felix, however, is the king of overt, and has never in his life waited for someone else to reach out for him. Every chance he has he'll pour his focus and attention onto Oliver. The more he learns about Oliver, the more insistent he seems to have him around, even if the rest of the friend group is less than enthusiastic. None of them would ever say as much to Felix, except of course Farleigh, but Felix grows ever more protective of Oliver, and Farleigh learns to keep his mouth shut in the end.

It takes you a long while to see the difference, actually it takes you a long while to realise there even was one. But there was. For all Oliver would orbit around Felix, looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky, he didn't touch Felix unless Felix touched him first. Call it reverence or respect, you just remember the way he'd shrunk away from Felix's bike when you'd first met him, how he'd shrunk away from your handshake after he'd dropped it, always weighing up every decision, never leaping without calculating the risks. He'd rather be touched than reach out and get rejected.

When you finally realise this, that feeling from the pub hits you again, sharp, bright, and intrigued. Everything's already warm and a bit fuzzy, the two of you sitting on Felix's bed, back to the wall, sharing a bottle of orange juice that's also half vodka, pregaming for a party and waiting for Felix to get out of the shower. If this were anyone else, chatter would be flowing brightly between you both, but you'd found early on that you settle into comfortable silence well beside Oliver. The CD player is playing that pop punk CD Annabel leant Felix last week, and Oliver is focused on playing with the rips in the knees of your jeans. He's always a little more bold, a little more tactile when he's drunk, he'll dance with you, will sit with an arm around you or on your knee, but its taken you until now to realise that you've never seen him really do that by his own choice with anyone else, even while drunk.

"Ollie, Ollie, Ollie~" you practically sing his name softly, affectionately, and when he hums in acknowledgement, looking up from your jeans, you lean your chin on your shoulder with a coy little smile, almost nose to nose with him.

"Sorry should I not be -?" He glances to your knee once more, but you snort a laugh and shift your leg to lay it out across both of his. You take another long swig of the juice, and feel his hand fidgeting once more against your knee.

"You make me feel all special, Ollie," you laughed, tipping your head against his, and he once again goes still, "I don't want to treat you like a horse but you do have to stop being so skittish," comes out without you even properly meaning it to, and suddenly Ollie's half spluttering through apologies and explainations.

"I can't- I can't help it, you just kind of say things that catch me off guard, I don't mean to -" this time his fidgeting has a more nervous energy, and you carefully put your hand on his to settle him.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," taking a deep breath, you try and organise your thoughts, "that was mean of me, I'm too used to people without much of a filter."

While Oliver is quiet, doesn't quite feel the need to speak, he does flip his hand around and lace his fingers with yours. Both of you look at your joined hands for a long moment.

"I like being next to you," you tell him with quiet sincerity, "and I like that you want to be next to me."

"Everyone wants to be next to you," Oliver says softly, and out of the corner of your eye you see him turn to look at you, "I just feel lucky that you keep saving space for me here." You give his hand a squeeze, terrified to meet his gaze, terrified of what you might see in the way he looks at you.

This moment overwhelms you, thrills you, makes your chest hurt in a way that's so unfamiliar. The idea of Oliver looking at you, seeing you for all you are outside of Felix's shadow, for wanting to be close despite that - you take another drink.

The shower turns off, and the two of you fall back into silence, sharing the drink as you hear Felix scuffle about the bathroom getting dressed. When he emerges only wearing jeans, towel drying his hair, you wolf whistle at him with the biggest grin just to see him blush. Lobbing the towel at you both, he leans across the bed to take the bottle of juice from Oliver, taking a few long chugs before passing it back.

For a moment, his eyes linger on your still-joined hands, and he smirks as he turns to his wardrobe.

"You two look cute."

"I'm stealing your new best friend," you announce with a shit-eating grin, bringing your joined hands up to your chest, and Felix throws an amused look at you over his shoulder as Oliver ducks his head, unable to his hide own abashed smile.

"Oh it's like that, is it? You'd let yourself be stolen so easily, Ollie?" Felix teased, pulling out a flattering button-down for himself to wear, turning back expectantly. Oliver flushes, looking back and forth for a long moment between yourself and Felix, who was slowly sauntering over to the bed. There's something in his eyes, that look he got when he was carefully evaluating what to say next without trying to look like he was thinking too hard, but it was gone once he settled on Felix.

"It's Y/N, can you really blame me?"

Oh, he's good. Something lights up in Felix's eyes as his gaze darts back and forth between the two of you, something adoring and amused in equal measure. Felix has always held a very high opinion of you, and just as you found joy in his happiness, so did he find joy in yours; he had never been shy about how he loved when others truly adored you, since he thought everyone should. Still, it wasn't something he tended to broadcast the way you wore your loyalty to him on your sleeve. Oliver was very good.

"I actually can't even argue with that," Felix's voice has a kind of softness to it that most people will never hear, but you know it, and there's something about how he's letting Oliver hear it to that warms your heart.

There moment breaks as the CD finishes and Felix starts hunting for his socks, declaring that he should be ready to go in only a few more minutes.

The change after that is less gradual. Of course you're still social and integrating yourself with the whole group, still playing your role in the group dynamic, offering affection and yourself without hesitation, just as Felix did too, but the two of you always make room for Oliver too. He's easing into it more, talking, laughing, reacting and seeming to live more outside of his head. Still, there's a divide in the group, there's something that makes the others hold back, something that means they can't quite understand the affection you and Felix have for the newcomer. Farleigh is a lost cause.

Farleigh can only seem to bring himself to be condescending and bitchy to you when he's sober, and outright won't speak to you while intoxicated.

"The fuck is your problem with Y/N?" You're pretty sure you weren't mean to hear Felix confront Farleigh by the bathroom of the club.

"Don't know what you're talking about," Farleigh snaps, but then you hear a scuffle and thud, and ducking your head quickly around the corner you see Felix holding Farleigh to the wall by his collar. There's a strange sensation in your gut at the sight, knowing his anger was on your behalf, but you didn't want to get caught, and pressed yourself back to the wall.

"My problem is with Oliver," Farleigh hisses, "you both know that, but you don't fucking care."

"Then treat me like dirt, not them."

"Nothing I could say would ever stop you from doing what you want, or who you want, cousin," you hear the sneer in Farleigh's voice, and feel your stomach sink, "but -"

"But what? You expected- expected what? Better from Y/N?"

Farleigh's silence speaks volumes. Once more you peak around the corner and see Felix shove himself away from Farleigh, who simply straightens his shirt, standing tall.

"The fuck do you want me to say?" Finally, Farleigh snaps, "congrats, Felix, you got your dog a dog, and now I can't look at either of you without that freak hanging around like a fruit fly."

"Fuck off," Felix sounds like he's about to be sick. Farleigh obligingly fucks off, and you have to take a long moment, head tipped back against the wall as you fight back tears in your heightened, intoxicated state. While you know you should leave, shouldn't be caught eavesdropping, you can't bring yourself to move fast enough, and Felix rounds the corner, walking almost directly into you.

"Y/N -!" He's clearly forcing a smile for the half second that it takes him to register that it's you, but then he sees your expression, the tears in your eyes, and his face falls, "you okay? What- what's-?" While you press your lips into a thin line, trying not to give anything away, he glances over his shoulders and he's quick to connect the dots, "you heard?"

"I'm sorry, Fi," your voice trembles, and immediately he's wrapping you up in a tight hug, "I don't like making Farleigh mad at you," you sniffle, clutching his sweater tightly.

"Farleigh's being an asshole, that's not on you," Felix's voice leaves no room for disagreement, but still he rubs circles into your back, "that's never your fault."

Its Felix who suggests the two of you head home for the night, but you're glad he knows you well enough to intuit that was what you'd wanted anyways. The two of you say your goodbyes for the night, putting on a happy face, thankfully obscured by the haze and neon lights and highs of your various friends. Farleigh seems to be avoiding you both, so it's only Oliver who seems to want to cling, just a little, as you say goodbye.

Somehow you know he's the only one who can see the truth of your mood in your eyes. He hugs a little longer than usual, still holding you tightly when Felix reminds him about lunch between the two of them the following day. Oliver nods before he steps back, but he doesn't entirely let go. For a moment he looks between you and Felix, you already reaching back for Felix, who takes a hold of your wrist, and then Oliver quickly takes your face and kisses your forehead quickly.

"Get back safe, alright?" He insists with a resolute nod. Both you and Felix manage a genuine smile at that, and finally head from the club.

At first, the walk back to the dorms is quiet; your own mood is low, but there's something about Felix that you don't realise until he starts to fume.

"Can you believe he'd talk about you like that?"

"What?"

"Farleigh; where the fuck does he get off talking like that? Fucking entitled." It's fury, radiating off of him in waves. His intensity surprises you, but your heart's not beating faster out of any kind of fear, "he should know better."

"Felix -"

"I don't care if he's my cousin, he -" and he stops dead, finally turning to look at you. In an instant, seeing the wide-eyed, almost awed love you were looking at him with, all his fury seemed to disappear. Still, there was intensity as he stepped up to you, wrapped one arm around your waist as he cupped your jaw, "he made you cry," the anger was faint but still audible, his thumb running gently over your cheek, where you had wiped the tears away not ten minutes ago, "I never want anyone to do that ever again."

Felix knows how to make you feel good, has had years of practice, but tonight he dedicates every ounce of focus he still has to that cause. It's been a long time since he's properly taken his time with you like this; there's been a lot of quickies, or drunk, sloppy sex when neither of you want to hook up with someone else, messy handjobs in janitor's closets between classes simply because you were bored and liked the thrill of it, or giving each other head in the bathroom of the club or pub when the other loses an arbitrary bet. But the way he worships you is something that only happens when he's feeling especially sappy.

When his mouth isn't on you - kissing, sucking, biting - he's lavishing you with praise until it almost becomes righteous, and his nails dig in and he's losing himself in you and babbling about how anyone who even got to fucking look at you should be grateful.

"Fi -" you gasp, hand coming up to muffle yourself as he's got you to the point of speechless. But he stops, cock deep inside of you, hips pressed flush to yours as you have your legs wrapped around his waist. You groan and whimper and try rolling your hips to create more friction, but his grin is wide as he leans down over you.

"Come on, no, don't do that," he practically purrs, taking your hand, pinning your wrist to the bed next to your head, pinning the other in just the same way so he was braced over you, "I want everyone to hear how you sound when someone's making you feel good." He starts to move again now, slow this time, while this new angle has your thighs splayed somehow further open, all new moans of pleasure escaping you now. Felix looks pleased, face close enough to yours that you're practically panting and moaning into his mouth as he delights at the way he's making you feel.

One of your favourite things about fucking Felix is that he is consistently Felix, which is that he very rarely shuts up, which is fantastic because you love hearing his voice. The praise and love he lays on you this night is interspersed with the way he always is during sex, chatty, always checking in, somehow making casual and curious sound like the hottest things in the world. Even when you're past the point of words and his head is between your thighs, he'll have two fingers inside of you and -

"This alright?" He knows the answer because he knows you, but you've always been endeared by it. Still, you make a breathy noise of confirmation, and you hear his voice drop to something low and firmer, "words, Y/N." God, fuck, the things that voice does to you when he uses it.

"Yes, oh god, Fi, it's good, it's good, it's good -"

You can feel his pleased chuckle as his mouth is back on your tender skin.

Dawn is breaking beyond his window, through the curtains neither of you had bothered to close all night, when you both finally concede, feeling thoroughly satisfied and spent.

"I know you don't like me getting into scraps on your behalf -" Felix, laying out on his back, easy smile on his face as he looks to you, begins.

"Or ever," you roll your eyes, but turn to lay on your side, facing him, unable to stop smiling yourself. Felix chuckles.

"Fine, sure, but," and he wets his lips, his gaze softening for a moment as his eyes meet yours, "I'm never going to sit by and let someone chat shit about you, you know that, right?"

After a long moment of deliberation, you finally admitted -

"I got a girl expelled because of how she was talking about you," you blurted out. Immediately Felix's eyes went wide. He shot up, sitting dead straight and looking back at you.

"You what?!"

"I don't get into scraps like you, but what she was saying was fucking vulgar, and I asked her to stop but she started making these awful, gross comments about how she was going to baby trap you and you'd be too stupid to know, and- and-" you flipped to lay on your back, fidgeting as you recounted the details. Felix was watching you, but you couldn't quite figure out what the look on his face meant, though perhaps he was simply processing it all, "and so I paid someone to plant a whole load of illegal shit in her room and called campus authorities."

Quiet suddenly filled the room, and slowly Felix looked away, choosing to simply stare at his hands.

"The only reason I don't like you getting into scraps is because I just don't want you to get hurt; it actually means so much to me that you care enough to defend me, you know? I'm not a hypocrite, I just worry about you," you tried to laugh, but it sounded lame in the quiet.

"You got a girl expelled for me," surprisingly, you can hear the grin in Felix's words. When he turns back with an incredulous laugh, relief floods through you. In an instant he's pitched himself practically on top of you, peppering your face, neck, and chest with kisses, "you're fucking diabolical, I'm so glad you're on my side!"

Eventually the two of you manage to get to sleep, though it's not nearly enough, as a knock comes at the door at around eleven. Both you and Felix groan, but he insists that you stay in bed.

"Be there in a sec," he calls to the door. After sourcing some boxers, he opens the door just a crack, and you can hear Farleigh on the other side.

"I was a dick."

"You were," Felix agrees.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said all that."

"No you shouldn't have."

"So are we good?"

"I don't know why you're apologising to me," you can hear the passive-aggressive lightness in Felix's tone, and Farleigh sounds confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Of course you know what I mean, Farleigh."

Then, a long sigh from Farleigh, and quietly, almost too quiet to hear it, you hear him ask if Felix knows where you are. You can almost picture the smug smile on your best friend's face as he steps aside and opens the door wide enough to reveal you, in his bed, still mostly asleep.

"Morning..." Farleigh says awkwardly.

"Morning, Farleigh," you yawned loudly.

"I..." he started, looking deeply uncomfortable; Felix had to prompt him to continue, "am sorry for treating you like shit these past few weeks. I don't like Oliver, that's," he sighed, unable to look you in the eyes, "not your fault."

"It's not my fault but you're making it my problem," you tell him bluntly, to which he scowls, "I love you, I have loved you for years, I do not love you less because of Oliver; your jealousy is childish."

"Fine," Farleigh rolls his eyes, "I'll temper my urge to vomit at the sight of him and his poor attempts to fit in whenever you're around- either of you are around."

"We appreciate the sacrifice," Felix rolls his eyes, sarcasm all but dripping from his words. Still, you accept the apology and tension between the three of you seem to ease as the conversation comes to an end. Felix throws himself back down on the bed with a grunt, half laying on you.

"What time is it?" He voice is muffled against the mattress, so you glance at his alarm clock.

"Eleven fifteen."

Another groan from Felix, but he still doesn't move. Slowly, he crawls to a more dignified position, and back under the covers beside you. He wraps am arm around you, pulling you in close so your back was flush against him, his breath warm on the back of your neck.

"Fifteen minutes and I'll leap out of bed with enthusiasm," he says in the absolutely least convincing manner, tucking himself as close to you as possible, "I got lunch with Ollie at the pub."

"That should be nice," you yawn, and rest your hand on his where it's warm against your bare stomach.

"Gotta have a shower, get dressed, figure out if I'm biking or walking," he's mumbling mostly to himself, voice drifting off.

"I'd join your shower but I plan to sleep here until Monday."

"I'll probably join you when I get back."

It's a comforting thought, and you let out a contented hum, before finally adding before you drift off.

"Give Ollie my love when you see him, won't you?" And as your asking, Felix presses a kiss to your shoulder.

"Of course."

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Haunted Houses And Haunted People – Hugh Crain/Olivia Crain/Leigh Crain/Poppy Hill

A/N: Day 4 of @polyamships Multiamory March.

^ GIF made for me by @whoreofthecottage

“Sometimes I wonder if the house is finished with us…” Olivia’s voice is a murmur and Leigh glances up with a look close to panic. Hugh and Olivia, her sweet sweet loves, had taken her in after she lost Steve to the house, the thought of either or both going back spiked fear in her heart. “You can’t possibly mean to go back!” “No… no she doesn’t… she doesn’t mean that. It’s only… it’s only that we may have brought one of the ghosts home with us.” Hugh speaks quickly, smoothing a hand against Leigh’s back even as he watches Poppy coo something to Olivia, kissing her hairline tenderly before cupping the woman’s face in her hands where Olivia had been close to fleeing the room. “The… redhead?” Hugh sounds unsure of the woman’s name. “Poppy.” Olivia speaks the name softly. “Is that her name then, Poppy?” Leigh asks, inspecting the photo Hugh points out, her smile soft, voice softer. “She looks… lovely.” “She is.” Olivia’s smile is soft, her touch resting so gently on Poppy’s back that the woman flickers into view, Hugh frowning even as he watches Leigh move to cup a soft cheek in her hand, finally seeing Poppy himself, watching with interest as Leigh smooths a thumb over a cheekbone. “Hello Poppy.” “So… just to be clear… I have my wife…. My younger lover and now… a ghost?” “A beauty.” Leigh speaks softly, firmly. “You have two beautiful women… and… me, I guess.” “Aw sugar, you are a beauty too.” Poppy coos and Leigh smiles, leaning to kiss her gently. “Thank you.” Later, much later, Hugh will come back from checking on his family, Shirley and Theo, the last of their children who live. Nell had, as they all expected, moved away, far away, with Arthur. Finally finding peace. Shirley and Theo stuck close. They felt their missing pieces keenly but Hugh smiles as he watches Olivia rest, Poppy curled around her on one side, Leigh on the other. This, he thinks, he could learn to love the sight of, even if he’s unsure how best to hug a ghost. He will learn, he thinks, he will learn as he had learnt to love Leigh’s brightly sweet nature, as he had learnt to love Olivia and her wilder side. He will learn, he will love and he will live.

[nonmonogamy-culture-is]

Rules vs Agreements vs Boundaries

I see these confused a lot, so here’s a simple guide to them!

Rules:

Rules are things put in place to control someone else’s behavior, whether that be a partner, a metamour, or anyone else. (Yes, it’s still a rule if you have to follow it too). Rules are strict and breaking them always has some kind of punishment involved. The punishment can be anything, maybe something decided in advance (If you do X, I’ll do Y), or even just the fight you’ll get into when it’s broken. Some examples of rules in non-monogamous relationships are:

1. You can only be with people as long as I approve, and you have to dump them if I say so (veto power)

2. We can only date cis women (one-penis-policy)

3. We have to spend at least 4 nights a week together

4. No sleeping with someone else unless I’ve met them first

5. Always be home by 11:00 PM

Now, it is possible to have healthy rules in a relationship, don’t get me wrong. However, it’s also common for rules to cause resentment and mistrust in relationships. Before making a rule, please consider where you are coming from with the rule. Most rules come from places of fear, mistrust, or insecurity. You may be making assumptions about how your partner will treat you without the rule in place, assuming the worst. Once you identify the feeling behind a proposed rule, you can attack the problem at its source instead of using a rule to cover it up. It’s similar to jealousy, in that respect. If you and your partner agree the rule comes from a good and constructive place, then you have a good rule.

Agreements:

Agreements are the hardest to pin down and describe, in my opinion. Agreements are trusting each other and acknowledging each other’s needs and your commitment to meeting those to the best of your abilities. Multiamory describes the difference between the philosophy of agreements and rules as, “A philosophy of communication and trust, as opposed to a philosophy of restriction and requirement”. Please remember that the philosophy and intent behind what you and your partner agree to is more important than the language used. Regardless of whether you call it a rule or an agreement, it’s the intent that makes it healthy or unhealthy. Possible agreement alternatives to the rule examples are:

1. We will trust each other’s judgment in our other relationships, and we’ll be aware of and work through any jealousy they cause

2. We will work together to unpack the insecurities the one who set the rule had, and take agreed upon baby steps towards dating other men and/or people with penises to help ease them into the change while we work through this insecurity

3. We will spend deliberate time together each week and not take our living together for granted

4. We will stay safe during sex and be open and transparent with each other about our sex practices, and we will communicate about and work through our jealousy and insecurities together

5. We will trust each other to be safe and responsible while out, and we will keep each other updated about when we will get home and if we’ll be late so not to cause worry

Boundaries:

Boundaries are things that you can enforce all on your own. They are self-empowering, unlike rules, which give all of the power to the other person. Boundaries are a healthy way to protect yourself and a staple in all relationships. Some examples of boundaries in relationships are:

1. I will not stay in a relationship with someone who is abusive

2. I will not have unprotected sex with someone who is having unprotected sex with other people 

3. I will not stay in a relationship with someone who smokes

4. I will not stay in a relationship with someone who is deceptive

5. I will not share intimate details about my other relationships with my other partners unless it directly affects them and/or our sexual safety

The only issue with boundaries is how easy it is to turn them into threats. Going back to example number three, this can be turned into a threat by saying “If you don’t stop smoking, I will leave you”. This manipulative and controlling behavior, and it puts the power back into the partners hands, so it is no longer self-empowering. It stops being a boundary entirely, both because of the power shift, the intent behind it, and the fact that you’re still in the relationship. Boundaries are the final defense. If your boundary is broken and you don’t enforce it, and instead choose to turn it into a threat to control your partner, it loses everything that makes it a boundary and becomes another way to take control. You can avoid this by making sure the focus stays on you, what you’re comfortable with, and what you’ll do to take care of yourself. Always be honest with yourself about your intentions, and never be afraid to enforce a boundary. Keeping yourself safe is more important than the relationship and/or action that is compromising that.

For more information, I highly suggest the Multiamory podcast episode “Rules vs. Agreements feat. Boundaries”. It goes a little more in-depth than I did, and it was my main resource when writing this post.

[softranswolves]

Multiamory May (with ships from a generator):

The Chimera, the Human, and their Wolves (aka the ones who got away while they could)

[polyamships]

Hi! Are there content restrictions?

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[invisible-storyteller]

The werewolf, the human, and the hunter

For the @twpbingo prompt "Good, Bad, I'm the one with the gun". Also, for the prompt "team-up" in @polyamships' Multiamory March. (AO3 link) Relationship: Chris Argent x Peter Hale x Papa Hale (Richard) 1300 words (teen and up) Tags: established relationship, team-up, a tiny bit of violence, slightly suggestive language at the end, background Talia/Papa Hale, outsider POV

He recognized the scent curling in through the crack at the door, and knew he wouldn't get away with hiding from his visitor's senses. He plastered on an amiable smile when he opened the entrance and the three newcomers spilt into his home without further ado. The only reason he didn't fight the intrusion was that he didn't know the reason for their visit yet, and if he injured someone, it would be three's word against one.

"Peter! What may I do for you this evening?" He tried to keep his question light-hearted since the beta was pushing him into the living room with a firm hand against his chest, and the contact didn't seem all that friendly. As the door shut closed, he warily eyed the two accomplices in Peter's shadow.

"We're gonna have a nice chat, Reynard," The beta answered with an unsettling smirk and placed both hands atop the older man's shoulders.

Within Peter's hold, he couldn't stop the scruffed man - an Argent, undoubtedly - from pouring a jar of mountain ash around them in the perfect shape of a circle. It was a cage for him and the beta only as the two men at Peter's side were completely human and could escape at any point if Rey was to defend himself. They seemed adamant, though, to stay with Peter despite the danger of being in the proximity of an alpha's fangs.

"You're trying to put your own dirt on my sister's name," Peter accused with faux casualness, his claws extending to dig sharply into Rey's shoulders, "And the funniest part is that you thought you would get away with it."

"What are you talking about?" Rey peeled the beta's hands off of him and Peter didn't resist him. He was wiser than to instigate a fight with an alpha. "And what's with the backup?"

He didn't think he would have to actually engage in a physical fight with the three - their ingress into an alpha's home was enough of a bold move as it was - but that made the encounter all the more intriguing.

The Argent rose to his feet, having finished the circle, and levelled Rey with a disdainful, yet bored look.

"Bad cop," He nodded at Peter, "Good cop," He jutted his chin at the other human, "And I'm the one with the gun."

He then pulled out the weapon from his holster as if Rey couldn't already smell it or the wolfsbane bullets stored in the magazine.

"You're threatening me," Ray voiced calmly, mostly to deter the three from doing something rash, "I should report this to the council."

"You won't," The third man stated with conviction, and Ray could recognize him as Talia Hale's husband, Richard.

"Why not? Do tell me."

"I'll explain," Richard replied placatively and brought a chair into the circle for Rey to sit.

When Rey refused to take a seat, Peter promptly punched him in the stomach and forced his hunched body onto the chair. The beta then took a stance behind him, claws ready at his neck.

"You've been afflicting fatal wounds on innocents and turning them with the bite as a loophole for defying the quota," Richard recounted with a measured voice as if he were stating facts.

"Really?" Rey challenged with a flash of his eyes, "So now I'm the one violating our council's rules? You know, Talia should have assembled a more intimidating unit than her own brother and two helpless humans."

"Oh, my sister doesn't know we're here," Peter said, amused, "You know what that means? It means we can do anything we want to you-"

"Peter," The Argent cautioned from the side.

"Christopher."

The hunter rolled his eyes.

"Members of the council are on their way to interrogate your recently turned betas," Richard continued while ignoring the other two's silent bickering, "If they deem our charges justified, which they will, then you're going to be put on a trial. And if they find evidence for your crimes, which they will, you know what your punishment is going to be?"

The alpha didn't speak, but his silence was telling. "What do you want?"

"Justice," Peter snarled into his ear, claws grazing his throat, "So better get comfortable because we're gonna wait here until all your betas get collected."

"This is against our laws."

"This action was sanctioned by the council so you can't manipulate your pack into defending you," Richard corrected, still so infuriatingly peaceful.

"I saved those people!"

"You almost killed them first," The Argent snapped, gun pointed straight at the alpha's head, "The code dictates that I have every right to blast your face off."

He didn't have much time to contemplate his options. The alpha grabbed Peter's arm and pushed the chair back, knocking Peter's legs out and twisting out of the beta's hold in one smooth motion. As soon as Rey was on his feet, searing pain bloomed in his leg and spread over the injured limb with every new wolfsbane bullet that pierced his skin. Three, to be exact.

"If you admit to your crimes now, Talia will vouch for you personally, and will attempt to convince the council to soften your punishment," Richard negotiated while Rey was on the ground, groaning in pain.

"I didn't do anything worse than what she did!" Rey growled at the men, "She's the one who distributes the gift left and right with no consideration to other packs."

"Her gift saves people without trying to kill them first," Talia's husband argued, and this was the first time his tone wavered from its pacific cadence.

"She's just building a goddamn army," Rey spat as he began to mentally devise a plan to break free, "If she can do it, then why can't I?"

Richard let out a long-suffering sigh and turned away from the alpha in resignation. "We tried to do this the peaceful way."

"You broke into my home!"

"You let us in," Richard reasoned complacently.

"You can't take my betas away!"

"Talia will protect them from you," The Argent reassured with scathing self-satisfaction.

"And if she finds out about this? What would she say about her husband and brother teaming up with a hunter behind her back?"

Peter walked up to Richard's side so the human was now between the werewolf and the hunter, a smug grin on the wolf's face.

"Oh, she knows about our… trio."

With a languid motion, Peter turned Richard's chin towards him and kissed the man passionately and with more tongue than appropriate. After their drawn-out liplock, Richard turned to his other side so the hunter could place an equally long, but less obscene kiss on his lips. The alpha, meanwhile, had enough sense not to say anything to the revelation.

"Richard might be her husband, but he's also ours," Peter declared proudly, just as his phone notified him of an incoming message, "That was fast!" He read through the text while grinning wolfishly, "Bad news for you, old man, one of your betas has just confessed. Guess we aren't needed here anymore."

"I would take those bullets out before the council drags you away," The hunter suggested as he broke the ash circle with his foot and the trio exited Rey's home as suddenly as they came.

Rey was still withering on the floor, terror slowing down his healing process, when he heard the men's cheery voice filter in from outside.

"It made me so wet when you shot him, Christopher."

"Well, I liked your claws around his neck."

"Ooh, I always knew you had a werewolf kink! All hunters secretly do."

"Let's go to my place," Richard proposed, voice dripping with fondness and mischief, "We ought to celebrate."

"All night," The hunter added huskily.

"I like the way you two think."

[mrfippstuff]

I may be a few days later, but I want to put a link for my Asadenreze Multiamory drabble set.

[fezwearingjellybananas]

talk shop tuesday - what made you write Once Upon a Timeline?

To bully Eobard Thawne.

So, Thallen and Westhallen are nice ships, they are sweet, I adore @kitkatt0430's Westhallen fics and that is meant as a fic rec for every single one of them, but there is at least part of liking them that is I think it is funny if Eobard has gone back in time to erase his nemesis Barry from existence and now not only does he have to ensure the Flash exists, instead of finding his great-something-grandma Eddie is going and making out with Eobard's nemesis (who he may or may not be in love with, he would rather die than admit he has feelings) and erasing Eobard from existence instead. This is his Worst Case Scenario, why is this happening to him, what could he have done to deserve this (you know what you did, Eobard)

(Which is why I often headcanon Patty Spivot would have been Eobard's great-something-grandma in the TV show universe, Eobard now has to live with instead of them getting together his grandfather dated Iris West and his grandmother dated Barry Allen and that's not fair, why did he never get to do that)

And Once Upon a Timeline is mostly how do I take that and make this even worse for Eobard Thawne. Who is the person Eobard would hate most of all if Barry went and fell for them instead of him.

Originally I was going to just giggle away to myself at the idea and keep writing Gone in a Flash, but that I was heading towards writing myself into a corner and I like doing Writer's Month, it's a fun challenge, and because I've already written the Milk and Sugar 'verse I don't want to do any more full series rewrites, so having prompts to tell just the changed parts of the story seemed like a good idea, and with it being prompts for an event there was a deadline so it couldn't grow that wildly, having a few chapters for Writer's Month would get the idea out of my head and then I could go and focus on what I was writing originally after a break and I could figure out where that needed to change to make the plot flow again. So I wrote Once Upon a Timeline. Which is not a silly fic at all given its origins, but it is one I enjoyed writing very much.

And it had to be Westhallen. I get to write Iris and Eddie being in love and also both pining after Barry, Eddie gets a comic inspired storyline (while at first glance it looks like he's taking Malcolm Thawne's, he's actually borrowing an origin story from Iris), and know in the background Eobard Thawne is having the worst day of his life, where's the downside.

(Also, as an extra, Once Upon a Timeline originally had a different ending, but that would have meant a much longer fic that wouldn't have fit with limited prompts so the choice was either leave it on Chapter 9 and write a sequel later or scrap that, and I went with scrapping that in favour of what is now Chapter 10. But it's Multiamory March next month, and I won't fill all of those prompts, but I have a few, and one I have already written is the original alternative ending to Once Upon a Timeline)

Thank you!

[Talk Shop Tuesday]

[theoreticalconstruct]

FF Kiss Battle fic - Bending the Rules

The Final Fantasy Kiss Battle is happening again for 2024 and this so far is the only fill I've been able to come up with. Please feel free to stop by and leave (or fill) some prompts.

(Appropriately enough, the Multiamory March day 1 prompt was Kiss, so...)

Title: Bending the Rules Fandom: Final Fantasy X Characters: Auron/Braska/Jecht Rating: M?

A game of spin the bottle doesn't go as Jecht or Auron expected. (Braska, on the other hand...)

"When will this thing stop?"

Auron's gruffness usually would've prompted a few choice words from Jecht. In this case, though, he just shook his head. "Good question."

That bottle had been spinning longer than any bottle had a right to spin, Jecht though. He knew he had a good arm, obviously, but he didn't think he was that strong. Had Rin given them a trick bottle? But why would anyone make a bottle that wouldn't stop spinning?

Auron was staring at it, eyes narrowed, as if he could force physics into working the way it ought to work. Braska, on the other hand, just looked between the two of them as he patiently waited. His smile was all innocence, and that probably fooled Auron pretty damn well, but Jecht could see the amusement in his eyes.

After a few seconds Auron shook his head, started to pull himself away from the little circle. "I don't know how you talked me into this," he said, glancing up at Jecht.

"Just a moment, Sir Auron," Braska said, and Auron paused, the wind taken out of his sails. "The lounge owner said that we were supposed to kiss whoever the bottle pointed to when it stopped, yes?"

"Yep, that's how it's played." Jecht had done something very similar back home; Abe team parties could get pretty damn wild, especially when they were on a winning streak.

"Well, if it won't stop, then I suppose he will have to kiss us both at the same time."

"Um, what?" It was not Jecht's finest comeback.

Auron didn't notice; his eyes were widening with shock at Braska's suggestion, and his face was going red. "That's… I…"

"Oh, come now," Braska said, standing himself. "You did agree to this, so we may as well follow the rules."

Jecht blinked as he saw Braska pull Auron to his feet and next to him, close enough that he might actually be able to get at both of their faces at the same time if they leaned in a bit more. Braska then turned back to Jecht, giving him an expectant look.

As he pushed himself up and walked over to where the two were standing, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the bottle had finally started to slow.

Much later, when the three were lying in bed with considerably less clothing between them and Auron's quiet snores filled the air, Jecht lightly prodded Braska in the ribs. "You're gonna have to show me how you did that trick later," he whispered, having figured it out about halfway through the tryst.

"A simple application of black magic," he whispered back, smile still all kindness and innocence, perhaps even more so now after their exertions.

"You just keep surprising me, Braska. I love that." Jecht chuckled as he stretched and settled back down. It was about damn time they all got some proper sleep.

[fang-and-feather]

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: G

Category: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationship: Arthur Conan Doyle/Vincent van Gogh/OC

Prompt(s): Multiamory March Day 2 - Supernatural from @polyamships and Year of the OTP March - acceptance from @yearoftheotpevent

Summary: When strange things start to happen, Arthur is convinced the mansion is haunted. While he tries to capture the ghost, Vincent finds out the true nature of the playful "spirit".

I was going for all of my fics for this fandom to take place in the same alternative universe, but this one takes place in a different one, because I decided to go with an alternate ship. In fact, I decided to use my IkeVamp writings this month to try out new characters and some of the ships I was suggested (in the polyship format I am more comfortable with for now) and learn them by trial.

One more for my list of: this prompt was more fitting of a longer fic but i don't have time to write all of it right now so I wasted a lot of time trying to shorten it

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Vincent had been worried about his boyfriend’s sleeping habits for the last few days.

He understood when Arthur was writing. Vincent himself had nights when he would paint, no matter the time. Their works had to be done when they were inspired to do so.

In the past week, all the males in the mansion had been reporting strange events, from the others acting strange, to illusions. Vincent was the only one who had never seen anything.

Dazai had roped Arthur into hunting down what he was convinced to be a kitsune. And Arthur was both a good detective and very curious, so he had gone along, which meant long hours into the night hunting.

Vincent tried to help, although their girlfriend, Reina, insisted they were wasting their time.

In the end, she had been right. All of their efforts had been unfruitful. The closest they got to seeing the kitsune was that morning, when Arthur had convinced another of the mansion’s girls, Amy, to help him make some inari sushi as bait but, in the end, the spirit cast an illusion to distract them and stole the food.

That afternoon, they had allowed themselves a break, at least. Vincent was sitting in his bed, with Arthur laying beside him, head on his lap, while Vincent ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair.

Arthur looked so relaxed and content, and Vincent was happy to at least support his partner like that. He just wished the peace would last longer.

“Do you want to continue searching?”

“Of course. A detective never gives up until the case is solved. But you don’t have to accompany me if you don’t want to, luv. Rei must be quite lonely by herself.”

Maybe Arthur was right. They had only briefly seen Reina at breakfast, but as soon as Arthur asked about the kitsune she wished them good luck and left them to their hunt. But what Vincent wanted at the moment was more time for the three of them, but Arthur was so determined to solve the mystery of the spirit haunting the mansion.

Vincent couldn’t deny he was curious too, though, so helping Arthur wasn’t just about to spend time with his boyfriend.

Sometimes it was complicated having two partners with different needs. But Vincent wouldn’t trade any of them for a simpler relationship.

“It’s okay. I promised to be your assistant in this case.”

“Thank you, Vincy.” Arthur tugged at his hand and kissed the back of it. “I’ve been thinking about something that happened this morning. Amy was laughing whenever she thought I wasn’t looking. When I asked, she said I was wasting my time, just like Rei. I thought she might be the kitsune.”

“But she wouldn’t have scared Jean that day.”

“True. You are the only one who hasn’t been tricked by her, except for this morning. So I was thinking of Mai, instead.”

Mai was Theo’s girlfriend and was a little too serious to go around pranking people, in Vincent’s opinion, but he could see where his boyfriend’s conclusion came from, except for one thing.

“She wouldn’t have tried to trick Theo, either.”

“Maybe after that argument they had the other day. It was the only time Theo complained about the kitsune. All the other girls know, and they must have some sort of promise not to tell anyone.”

Why? Vincent was about to ask when someone knocked on the door and they had to leave it for later.

A little after Arthur left, Vincent found himself approaching the window to observe the garden, still thinking about the interrupted conversation.

Arthur never said things he didn’t have a good base logic to support, and he was good at catching details most people would miss. Vincent had to agree that the kitsune being someone in the house made sense. Or the other theory Arthur had before, that it had followed the girls through the door. What didn’t make sense was for it to take so long to manifest.

Observing the garden, he saw Amy working there. As if noticing him, she spun around and looked up, waving with a smile as she saw him. He waved back, and she laughed before returning to watering the plants.

Then Vincent saw Jean entering the garden, but his attention didn’t fall on his girlfriend, and he looked surprised and confused. Vincent followed the man’s gaze, to see another Amy on the other side of the garden, who winked at Jean.

The first Amy, which Vincent was convinced was the real one, finished her job and looked at her boyfriend, then at her double. She only frowned and marched to where Jean was, practically dragging her boyfriend away.

The fake Amy pouted as she watched them leave, shaking her head, before transforming into Reina.

But she couldn’t be the real Reina, either. She might have noticed he was watching and was teasing him.

Then she looked surprised at whatever she was staring at and looked up to see him. She jumped in surprise and dashed away.

Arthur was right. The kitsune lived in the mansion, hiding in plain sight. But, unless he got an undeniable lead, Arthur would investigate every other girl in the house before ever suspecting his own girlfriend.

Vincent himself was stunned for a moment. Why would their girlfriend be hiding from them? And why would she take so long to even use her powers?

Maybe Arthur was also right and all the girls agreed to hide it for a reason. She wouldn’t hide it just to mess with Arthur and the other guys.

Both the possibility of Reina being afraid to trust them with her secret, or of her and probably Amy hiding it for their safety worried Vincent. He loved her and wanted her safe, but he couldn’t help when she hid from him.

Now that she knew he saw her, maybe they could talk about it. But when he went looking, he couldn’t find her anywhere.

Only when he returned to his room later was that he found Reina sitting on his bed.

Although he knew it was his girlfriend, she looked more like a female version of Arthur. The more he looked over, the more he could see traits of both of his lovers in her, blended together in a curious harmony.

“Rei? Why do you look like that?”

She laughed, voice sounding like her own, and stood up to approach him.

“Hi, prince. Just a little surprise. And kind of showing off my powers since you found out. Did I do a good job?”

Vincent blushed when she wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling quite seductively at him from very close, but he touched her cheek.

“You look perfect, but I would rather have my beautiful girlfriend back and my boyfriend actually here.” He chuckled, smiling at her.

He wanted to ask about the whole kitsune thing, but assumed she would only talk when Arthur found her out and she could explain things to both of them at once.

“Really? What about after Arthur comes back? Should we wait in his room?”

Vincent could practically hear the hidden suggestion in her words, and it was rare for Reina to be so forward with these things. He was tempted to just accept it.

“Like this?” It was the only thing that made him hesitate.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course, but I did have something in mind while we wait. Or we could go meet Arthur, but I would rather not see Amy again today.”

“She got angry because of what I saw early?”

“She’s been more protective this week than usual, and I realized a little too late. It has been a hectic week. I missed spending quality time with you and Arthur.”

Vincent didn’t resist when his girlfriend kissed him, despite her not returning to her true form. He had missed Reina too and would totally indulge her if it made her happy.

Arthur never imagined this ending for the great mystery that he’d been trying to solve the past week. He didn’t feel like sharing his findings with anyone but his boyfriend, either. It would be fun to see the others trying to figure it out themselves.

Although he might just tell Comte, who had ‘hired’ him for this, and Vincent would likely tell Theo. But it would be fun to just tell Dazai he had solved the case and not what he found out.

It had been quite the chase. A nice challenging game. Maybe because his personal interpretation of the clues got in the way of what could have been a simple solution otherwise? Arthur didn’t know, and it didn’t matter.

He had figured it out in the end. Of course he did. Now all that was left was the why it happened. Was it just a game? Because he hadn’t been able to find a cause.

But he had decided to simply ask that from Reina. He had figured her out, and she owed him an explanation. And maybe some other sort of prize, especially if it was really just a game on her part.

First he would talk to Vincent, then the two could talk to Reina together.

But Arthur couldn’t find Vincent anywhere in the mansion at first. He found him in the last place he expected, his own room, with a woman that looked like him.

He immediately knew what was happening, and it was such a cheap trick that no one would have fallen for it, but Reina had just come out and told Vincent everything?

“Having fun in my room without me?” He teased. “And they say I am the naughty one.”

Reina laughed and Vincent just smiled at him, gesturing for him to join them.

“We were waiting for you.” Vincent told Arthur.

“I was just showing Vincent something I can do. I don’t think you would have liked this one, anyway.”

With someone who looked like him, even if Arthur knew it was his girlfriend? Likely not.

“Why don’t you turn back and show me something different then, luv?”

As if she was just waiting for him to ask, Reina shifted to sit on the bed. The details of her transformation that Arthur got a glimpse of were surprising. Would be fun if she could do that without looking like him.

Vincent also sat up, and Arthur stood by the other side of the bed.

When she turned back to the form they were used to, it wasn’t without showing the traits of her true nature. The pairs of ears and tails had fur the same color as her hair, unlike the depictions of kitsunes in old tales they had been told. Reina stared down and bit her lip.

Arthur ruffled her hair and sat on her other side, while Vincent caressed her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips until she stopped biting it.

“Why were you hiding from us, luv?”

By the way she was acting, Reina wasn’t doing it just for fun.

“When the girls and I were younger, someone sealed our powers and memories because of an accident I barely remember. I only recovered them about a week ago and Amy wanted to figure out why, first. And…” Reina sighed, her ears dropping. “I wasn’t sure how you would react. When we met, you thought I was human, but now… I wasn’t sure how things would change.”

“Nothing will change, Rei.” Vincent hugged her closer. “Neither of us fell in love with you just because you were human. You are the one who taught us how to love again, after all.”

Maybe that would change their relationship, but they could only grow closer from facing these changes.

“You are perfect the way you are. Still our beautiful girl.” Arthur kissed her cheek. “Beautiful and naughty. You had me running in circles for a week and Vincy quite worried.”

“Sorry. It was an accident at first, but I thought it was fun. Although you were never a target, just happened to be in the wrong place. So I found it interesting to see if you could catch me.”

“And I did. What do I get for it?”

Reina laughed.

“Actually, Vincent found me first. It was carelessness on my part, but he is the one with rights to the prize.”

“I don’t mind letting Arthur choose.” Vincent told her. “I just want to spend more time with my partners.”

Smiling, Reina warped one arm around each of her boyfriends’ shoulders and a tail around their middle.

“Both worked hard, and you both accepted me, so I should reward both of you, then, right? I’ll make up for this last week.”

They still had many questions, but getting these answers could wait. The moment felt like a long waited reunion, like they hadn’t seen each other all week instead of just having separate schedules. For now, they only wanted a little of each other’s time.

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[urwendii]

TOLKIEN TAGS - UPDATED VERSION:

Misc:

Worldbuilding + tolkien related ramblings: cassy.tolkien

worldbuilding related to Maiar in my verse: the maiar club

Valarin wordbuilding: lang: valarin

General The Silm tag: the silmarillion

Silm meta: the silm meta

Global writing tag: cassy.write

Top Tagged Characters:

Mairon: mairon | sauron | 《《mairon》》

Melkor: melkor

Ossë: ossë

Arien: arien

Eönwë: eönwë

Maedhros: maedhros

Pairings:

Mairon x Arien: otp: fire on fire

Eönwë x Arien: otp: he of the sun

Mairon x Eönwë x Arien: ot3: on flaming wings

Melkor x Mairon: angbang

Maedhros x Fingon: russingon

Ossë x Uinen: otp: the calm to my tempest

Ongoing writing:

Serie Airă'nár: serie: airă'nár [ mairon x arien / eönwë x arien / (past)angbang / mairon x eönwë]

-> All The Fire Bright : story: all the fire bright [ot3 - in complete rewriting]

The Silly Mairon Maedhros Ossë Roadtrip AU: mai mae & ossë roadtrip in middle earth

Istar!Mairon AU: istar mairon shenanigans

misc prompts: prompt: tolkien lgdrm [various]

Lost Tale of the Qorinómi: story: lost tale of the qorinomi [Eönwë x Arien ]

Challenges:

Silm Smut Week

Ainur Week

Seven Deadly Sins of Angbang

Tolkien Family Week

Ainur Secret Santa

Lotr SeSa

MSV

Multiamory March

B2MEM

Feast of Horns

Russingon Week (coming)

TRSB (coming)

Eönwë Week (coming)

[avatarskywalker78]

What events do you like to write for? And how easy is it for you to write for the prompt(s)?

Honestly I only really write for flufftober. I'd like to do more fandom events - last year I wrote one (1) fic for Polyam Shipping Day with the intent to write more, but they...haven't materialised yet (though in fairness part of last year was hijacked by the Cobra Kai Mini Rewrites), and this year I tried to go for Multiamory March but struggled because ultimately I don't have a lot of poly ships (you may be wondering 'why didn't you just write for the ones you have then?' to which my answer would be 'good question. still trying to work that one out.') Also I intended to do something for Gen Work June this year but straight up forgot about that until July. It's a work in progress.

Prompt wise, that really deoends on the prompts themselves and what mood (and circumstances) I'm in. Flufftober 2021 mostly went well (though some fics ended up a lot longer than intended), Flufftober 2022 was more of a struggle because I had (and have) a lot more on my plate, and I struggled to even be inspired by some of the prompts (same with Multiamory March), and honestly I was close to not doing Flufftober 2023 at all because of this, but this year's look very very good. Polyam Shipping Day also has good ones, which is why I'd like to write more for them.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Lover’s Care – Ziggy Berman/Tamerlane Usher/Callie

A/N: Day 21 for @polyamships Multiamory March. All 3 GIFs made for me by @whoreofthecottage

Callie can’t help smiling at the sight of Ziggy Berman, her older lover of the two, someone she had met just after losing her sister, settled with Tamerlane Usher’s head on her lap, the girl’s eyes closed. Tamerlane may have been her newer lover but she had become important to both Callie and Ziggy within days of meeting her.  Both Callie and Ziggy had found reasons to worry about Tamerlane recently but, as they took care of her between them they found that it was easy to keep her steady, as long as they loved her openly, just as much as they loved each other.

[iammyownsaviour]

As some of you may know, this month will be happening the fanfiction event Multiamory March (hosted by @polyamships), which is similar to Femslash February - but instead of fanfics centered on femslash ships, it's fanfics centered on polyamorous ships. So just like I did last month with Femslash February, I'll be taking prompts through all this month for Multiamory March and posting them in my account on AO3 iammyownsaviour (ant1hero). Here's the list of all the fandoms and ships I want to write on march, you can send me an anonymous or non anonymous inbox with your prompts which can be more than one (I'd actually love if people send multiple prompts 'cause it helps a lot) and you can even say in the inbox, in case you have an AO3 account, if you want me to gift the fanfic to you!

*I'll accept prompts from any prompt list you find, you can even create them if you want. I have a preference for AU's, Tropes and Taylor Swift lyrics but any kind of prompts is fine!

MULTIAMORY MARCH 2023

FANDOMS & SHIPS

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Wednesday

Xavier & Wednesday & Bianca

Bianca & Wednesday & Enid

Atypical

Evan & Casey & Izzie

Game of Thrones

Jojen & Bran & Meera

House of the Dragon

Aemond & Luke & Rhaena

Gossip Girl (2021)

Audrey & Max & Aki

Gossip Girl

Blair & Nate & Serena

Serena & Dan & Vanessa

Blair & Dan & Nate

Blair & Nate & Jenny

Emily in Paris

Camille & Emily & Gabriel

Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Ferris & Sloane & Cameron

That '70s Show

Jackie & Hyde & Eric

Ginny & Georgia

Abby & Ginny & Marcus

The Magicians

Eliot & Quentin & Margo

The Shannara Chronicles

Amberle & Wil & Eretria

Riverdale

Betty & Archie & Veronica & Jughead

The Walking Dead

Rick & Beth & Daryl

Enid & Carl & Ron

From Dusk till Dawn

Richie & Kate & Seth

Richie & Santanico & Seth

Richie & Santanico & Seth & Kate

Cobra Kai

Johnny & Daniel & Amanda

Demetri & Eli/Hawk & Moon

Robby & Eli/Hawk & Tory

Descendants

Ben & Mal & Evie

Harry & Uma & Gil

Mal & Evie & Jay & Carlos

Outer Banks

JJ & Kie & Pope

John B & JJ & Kie & Pope

John B & JJ & Kie & Sarah

John B & JJ & Kie & Pope & Sarah

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Prudence & Sabrina & Caliban

Sabrina & Harvey & Roz

Prudence & Agatha & Dorcas

Sabrina & Prudence & Agatha & Dorcas

The 100

Bellamy & Clarke & Octavia

Bellamy & Clarke & Raven

Raven & Clarke & Octavia

Octavia & Clarke & Lexa

Stranger Things

Steve & Nancy & Jonathan

Mike & El & Max

El & Max & Lucas

Mike & El & Max & Lucas

Skam

Eva & Jonas & Isak

Noora & Eva & Jonas

Noora & Sana & Yousef

Eva & Noora & Vilde

Eva & Noora & Sana

Star Wars

Padmé & Anakin & Obi-Wan

Anakin & Padmé & Sabé

Sabé & Padmé & Dormé

Breha & Padmé & Sabé

Padmé & Anakin & Obi-Wan & Sabé

Sabé & Padmé & Dormé & Cordé

Luke & Han & Leia

Poe & Finn & Rey

Poe & Finn & Rey & Rose

MCU

Steve & Peggy & Bucky

Peter & MJ & Shuri

Jane & Valkyrie & Sif

New Mutants

Illyana & Roberto & Sam

Saiki Kusuo no Psi-nan

Mikoto & Saiki & Toritsuka

Teruhashi & Yuhemara & Mikoto

Cardcaptor Sakura

Syaoran & Sakura & Tomoyo

Steven Universe

Pearl & Garnet & Amethyst

HSMTMTS

Ricky & Nini & Gina

EJ & Ricky & Gina

Ricky & Nini & Gina & EJ

The OC

Marissa & Ryan & Seth

Ryan & Seth & Summer

Seth & Taylor & Summer

Ryan & Marissa & Seth & Summer

Ryan & Taylor & Seth & Summer

Anna & Alex & Lindsay

Doctor Who

Doctor & Rose & Jack

Eleven & Amy & Rory

Twelve & Clara & Missy

Ashildr & Clara & Missy

OUAT

Snow & Red/Ruby & Charming

Emma & Red/Ruby & Regina

Teen Wolf

Boyd & Cora & Erica

Scott & Allison & Isaac

Allison & Scott & Stiles

Scott & Stiles & Lydia

Scott & Kira & Malia

Stiles & Lydia & Cora

Malia & Stiles & Lydia

Allison & Erica & Lydia

Boyd & Cora & Erica & Isaac

Scott & Allison & Stiles & Lydia

Scott & Malia & Stiles & Lydia

Harry Potter

Harry & Ron & Hermione

Harry & Luna & Ginny

Harry & Cho & Ginny

Ginny & Luna & Neville

Hermione & Fleur & Ginny

Cho & Ginny & Luna

Astoria & Pansy & Daphne

Cho & Luna & Padma

Astoria & Narcissa & Pansy

Lily & James & Sirius

Snape & Lily & Narcissa

Bellatrix & Lily & Narcissa

Lily & Pandora & Molly

Godric & Salazar & Rowena & Helga

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Multiamory May (with ships from a generator):

The girls and the boys they wanted to kill