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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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[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}

[dandelion-wings]

Out-of-context (okay, the context is all of sudden picking up a year-old WIP out of the blue) Thwip Thursday:

"Her hands were shaking at dinner." "That happens. Sometimes it means her heart is acting up, but it looks like this time it was just exhaustion. That can cause it too. Didn't Lisa fill you in?" "She gave me the basics, but she focused on signs that Jean should get to the Cathedral. She seems to think I have more leverage to force her there than she does." Amusement leaks back into Kaeya's expression. "That's because you do. You have this way of... *insisting* on things... that makes her go absolutely weak in the knees, you know." "I hadn't noticed," Diluc lies, face hot. Then, horrified, "Did she tell you that?" "She didn't have to *tell* me. I do have eyes." Kaeya chuckles. "Don't expect it to last forever. She used to have the same reaction to everything Lisa said, and now she's started resisting... outside the bedroom, anyway. And yes, Lisa *did* tell me that," he adds, even more visibly amused at Diluc's discomfort.

[thebluestbluewords]

Evie’s Knife Fun Time

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Evie is going to die. 

Not from the cold, although if she's being honest with herself, the cold is bad enough tonight. Her tower doesn't have the amenities that one would expect a princess to have, even one living in exile and disrepair like Evie and her mother are. She doesn't have a fireplace in the tower, and although she has the option of sneaking downstairs to curl up in front of the fireplace in the main hall, her mother loathes the reminders of their situation, and absolutely hates it when Evie sneaks out of her room. A proper princess is supposed to stay in place until she is summoned, and sneaking down to rest in front of the fire is fine for a simple handmaiden, but unacceptable for someone like Evie, no matter how cold it is or how drafty her room can be in the winter. 

No, Evie is going to die tonight for a much stupider reason. Somebody is trying to break open her window with a butcher knife, and they're not even doing a good job of it. 

The knife pokes through the gap between the window and the tower wall again. It would be quicker for the person to just smash open the window, murder Evie in cold blood, and be done with the whole thing. It might be the cold, or the hour, or the fact that Evie had been asleep under her nest of blankets before the sound of the knife chipping the ice off her window lock woke her up, but she can't figure out why the person outside isn't just smashing the window and swinging inside to murder her instead of bothering with this whole slow and ominous chipping business. 

It's not one of her crew breaking in to rescue her from the clutches of her mother. She knows it's not, because Carlos was under strict orders to stay home and protect his house tonight, and his mother will do something even worse than letting him freeze if he sneaks out.  Mal is sensitive to the cold, and informed all of them at school that she was going straight home to the hideout to wait out the cold snap in relative comfort and away from her mother. Jay’s the most likely one to sneak out and try and keep her company, but he has lock picks and charm enough to sneak past her mother's halfhearted attempt at a front door trap, and besides, he's staying with Mal tonight. 

So. Not her crew. Probably someone stupid, or desperate, or both.  Likely someone who wants revenge against Evie, or her mother, or maybe both of them. Someone who's not brave enough to attack in broad daylight, but is bold enough to try breaking into her tower on the coldest night of the year. 

Probably someone from school, then. 

Evie's debating the relative merits of a) screaming bloody murder until her mother comes running in with the crossbow, b) picking up the club under her bed so she at least has a shot at bashing the attacker's head in, c) opening the window from the inside and hopefully throwing the attacker down to their doom, or d) putting her head back under the covers and accepting that death by butcher knife might be preferable to death by dealing with her mother at this hour, when the window pops open. 

"I'm s-s-s-sorry," the blurry, dark figure outside stutters. "S-sorry, Evie. Sorry. Don't push me out." 

Evie, who had been fully prepared to take option B, stops. 

“Carlos?” 

“Yeah. S-sorry, Evie. I really am sorry.” 

Evie doesn't feel vindicated, exactly. Princesses aren’t supposed to feel things like that, as a rule, but idiot from school was her top guess at who would be stupid enough to try breaking into her window with a butcher knife, and it doesn’t really matter right now that it’s her idiot, because she’s right and she’s probably not going to get murdered tonight, so. That’s a major win in her books.

However. 

"Why would you use a butcher knife to break into my room?” Evie does not shriek, because she is mature and experienced and also she really, really doesn’t want her mother to catch on. “I was going to push you back out the window! I was going to let you die! My mother would kill us both, again, if she found you in here!" 

He ducks his head. Stars above, Evie could have murdered him and not even known until morning, or possibly even later, if the snow had covered his body quick enough. "I know. That's why I'm sorry. Fuck, why is your room so cold?" 

Evie resists the urge to wrap her arms around herself. She will not act like some common teenager. "I don't have a fire.” she says shortly. “And I was in bed before you so rudely broke into my room. Not that I’m not thrilled to see you, but why are you here? I thought you were supposed to stay home and guard the house tonight?"

"My mom left. Decided it was stupid to stay in town when she has a standing place at the mud springs. She brought Horace and Jasper with her. So I'm alone if I stay there.” Carlos explains. He looks half dead, and honestly, Evie’s more than half surprised that he didn’t freeze on the way up, and shocked he even made it through the walk over. The snow is bad tonight, so bad that she can’t even see more than a few feet outside her tower. Walking through it must have been hellish.  “There's no heat, and I d-d-didn't-- didn't feel like freezing alone tonight. Sorry about the knife. Your window froze shut." 

Carlos is visibly shivering as he fails at working the window closed, which is probably a good thing. At least, as far as Evie can remember, it’s a good thing. The Isle doesn’t usually get this cold, so she hasn’t had a lot of practice with hypothermia before. According to the book she stole from the school library, once the hypothermia sets in, he'll stop shivering, and even though Evie is still upset about the assumed imminent death she was facing a few moments ago, she'd really prefer not to lose her best friend to hypothermia this early in the winter. 

"You're an idiot," Evie says bluntly, sweeping forward to actually close the window. With her functioning hands. Which she has, because she’s not frozen half through from being an idiot and walking through a snowstorm. "If you'd come to the front door, I would have let you come up." 

Read the rest on ao3

[ronpatrash]

rare occasional reminder that the only fic I’ve published on ao3 is a saimomoharu fic based off this very tweet

[blenselche]

Sashannarcy for @polyshipweek (started out as the group hug prompt and turned into... idk a group carry?)

[dailyhatchetfield]

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

[oneeyedtav]

Not Enough Hands

For @polyshipweek Day 2: Blorbo has two hands Relationships: Dame Aylin/Shadowheart/Isobel Thorm Warnings: Suggestive Themes Word Count: 882 AO3 Link: Here! Notes: Did I intend to write actual smut? Yes. Has it been so long that I scared myself off of the idea? Also yes. But goddammit I'm gonna try,,, eventually.

Isobel’s body pressed Aylin’s hips apart where she arched off the wall, fingers grasping needily at the Paladin’s broad shoulders as Aylin licked hungrily into her mouth. Aylin’s fingers squeezed against the cleric’s thighs in her grasp, urging the roll of her hips against her own. 

When Isobel closed her teeth around the muscle of Aylin’s tongue and sucked, the aasimar growled, pressing her closer to the wall, pulling back only when her darling gave her the gentlest of taps against her shoulder, releasing her devilish hold on her tongue. A string of saliva connected their mouths, and Aylin took pride in the way the cleric looked at her, blue eyes blown wide, kiss-swollen lips parted just for her- 

The door to the room opened as Shadowheart slipped into their quarters, dropping her mace and shield beside the front door as she huffed a breath. “Clowns, why did it have to be-” Noticing the two pairs of eyes watching her, “Oh, hello. Am I interrupting something?” There was a teasing smile on her face as her arms crossed over her chest, smearing the blots of viscera that still clung to her armor. 

“Mmm, not interrupting, never interrupting,” Isobel promised, taking Aylin’s distraction in her bloodlust to find the sliver of skin where her throat met her jaw. A hot tongue laved at the skin, following the river of molten gold, teeth brushing against the skin enough to make her proud paladin falter. 

Her attention turned back to Isobel, though she could hear the quiet sounds of Shadowheart removing her armor, could smell the musk of sweat and the stench of death where it wafted from the woman. “She seems quite preoccupied, does she not?” Shadowheart came up behind Aylin, fingers finding the spot against her back, right between where her wings would rest, pressing into knotted muscle in a way that made her knees shake. Isobel’s chin lifted from the crook of her neck, though Aylin could not see the look the two clerics shared.

“Well, I do have two hands,” Dame Aylin boasted, practically beaming at Shadowheart, even as Isoebl’s lips and teeth attacked the column of her throat.

“I can think of a better use for you, and your hands.” Shadowheart’s hand trailed down Aylin’s left arm, coming to a rest at the inside of her wrist before dragging the pad of her finger along the smooth metallic feel of a golden scar, racing down the aasimar’s palm and ending in the cook between her ring and pointer finger. 

The touch of magic was barely noticeable, easing the phantom pains that the demigod had learned to live with. Her hand relaxed against Isobel’s thighs, and when Shadowheart reached to hook a finger under her chin, guiding her towards their bed, she became malleable to both women’s wishes. 

Aylin was gentle, always so careful in setting Isobel against the pillows at the head of the bed, though the shove from Shadowheart that pressed her face into the pillows was nothing of the sort, Aylin still felt a warm laugh bubbling past her lips as the half-elf settled beside them, fingers trailing up the line of corded muscle along the aasimar’s bicep, biting back a remark about the pull of the muscles that kept her elevated above Isobel, even as the cleric of Selûne attempted to urge her lower. 

“This is getting out of hand,” Aylin complained with no real bite in her tone, allowing the persistent press of Shadowheart’s fingers into her arms and Isobel’s heels pressing into the small of her back to finally pull her down, body flush against Isobel, who, upon being pressed firmly into the mattress by the paladin’s weight, released a long, contented sigh. 

“Now, I thought you said you have two hands for a reason,” Shadowheart interrupted, a sly smile on her face as she pressed close to the pair, laving her mouth and teeth over the juncture of an uneven scar fissure, causing the paladin to shiver. 

“I believe we outmatch you, my love.” Isobel all but purred in her ear, taking immense satisfaction in the sight of sculpted muscles jumping at just the sound of her voice. “We have four hands between us.” 

As if to enunciate her point, those blessed hands danced up her arms, briefly ghosting over Shadowheart’s cool touch before following the golden sutures to a point along her back, pressing into the muscles that held her wings. “Devil women.” Aylin shuddered, allowing the movements of both women to roll her to the side, instead leaving Isobel’s weight pressing comfortably into her abdomen, left to gape up as both clerics exchanged a knowing look between themselves, a communication that the Aasimar was not privy to. 

The instinct to slide her hands along Isobel’s thighs came from something deeper than her DNA, trailing her fingers along soft thighs and urging her to sit just a little higher. Falling perfectly into the cleric’s trap, Shadowheart used the new space to settle herself between Aylin’s legs, earning a faux sigh from the demigod. “I believe I need to start the search for more hands.”  Isobel laughed a joyous sound to her ears, before leaning down to capture her lips. “We’ll be happy to lend ours to the cause… after we’ve had our fill,”

[polyshipweek]

I'm so excited for this event!! Could I ask for clarification on Relationship Anarchy?

Absolutely! Relationship anarchy is an approach that rejects any presumed 'rules' of what a relationship must look like in favor of consciously and intentionally shaping each relationship together. The term was coined by Andie Nordgren, who wrote a Short Instructional Manifesto for Relationship Anarchy. (944 words) A key excerpt:

Relationship anarchy is not about never committing to anything — it’s about designing your own commitments with the people around you, and freeing them from norms dictating that certain types of commitments are a requirement for love to be real, or that some commitments like raising children or moving in together have to be driven by certain kinds of feelings.

Thanks for asking!

By the way, we maintain a glossary on our carrd defining terms from our prompts that might be less familiar. :)

[pommedepersephone]

Polyship James Bond Auctions for Fandom Trumps Hate

Of the 10 James Bond auctions for @fandomtrumpshate this year, four of us fan fic writers are specifically interested in writing poly ships! Bidding is OPEN and closes on March 1st, 8pm ET, so get to it.

BondLocker | Written fanwork: Fan fiction | up to E | $5 | Auction Link

phinnia | Written fanwork: Fan fiction | up to E | $5 | Auction Link

hkandi | Written fanwork: Fan fiction | up to M | $5 | Auction Link

PommeDePersephone | Written fanwork: Fan fiction | up to E | $5 | Auction Link

@polyshipweek

[runicmagitek]

( for day 1 of @polyshipweek ! and yes, @garmmy and I are collabing for more keinatsubj goodness ehehe stay tuned! for more! )

“Is something wrong, Keitaro-san?”

He rummaged through his laundry, fresh out of the dryer, a third time before turning to Tamao. “I seem to be missing an article of clothing.”

“Is that so?” She tapped her chin. “Could you have misplaced it? I’ve done that plenty of times.”

“No, I—” Wrinkling his nose, Keitaro rifled through his clothes. Again. Still no luck. “I was wearing it yesterday. I know I added it here.”

“What’s this about missing items?” Takatoshi sauntered into the facility’s communal laundry room, carrying a wicker basket with his own dirty clothes. “I swear I lose a sock whenever I use one of these... machines.”

Tamao giggled behind her hand. “That’s because you drop them whenever you unload and don’t bother to pick them up!”

Keitaro crossed his arms as his friends bickered. How many items had he lost to the washing and drying machines, either due to technical malfunctions or incorrect heat settings? He remained cautious since they emerged from the growth pods, but autumn wasn’t conducive to hand washing or line drying outside. And Keitaro really could’ve used that one particular item to stay warm, because— “It was my favorite hoodie,” he said.

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[butterflydm]

this is random but i just remembered that ages ago i saw an ask game for asking fic writers their 5 favorites/ones they're most proud of of their own fics, and i would love to know yours if you're up for it! it would be so interesting to hear a Butterfly Career Retrospective haha

feel free to be flexible on the number and discuss as many or as few fics as you feel like, and to count a whole series as a single entry (like voice, although if you have any particular favorite installments or interludes within that that you'd like to note i'd be curious to hear that too!)

This took a while but I finally got it done, @markantonys!

I have written a lot of fics, so this was a difficult challenge. I am somewhat helped out by the fact that old fics tend to fade out of my memory… but then if I reread a bit of them, I tend to remember why I wrote them and what I loved about them. I did not limit myself to five fics (I tried!) but these are roughly in reverse chronological order of when I posted them.

not in the stars, but in ourselves - trying to bob and weave and make something that feels narratively satisfying out of the mess that is Mat Cauthon's late series arc has become something of a hobby of mine! This is fic is one of several where I narratively examine parts of the canon that didn't work so well for me and try to rearrange them into something that feels like it rings true for the previous characterization and choices.

This fic in particular really made me see how the roadblocks that existed in each of the character's main plotlines was so much easier to solve if they had access to the other main characters (and I suspect that's part of why Jordan kept them so unnaturally separated during these arcs).

I also really enjoy the romance in this fic, and how the characters interact with prophecy in more unexpected ways, and how Rand and Mat help each other through their traumas, and how each of the members of the polycule bring their own perspective to the relationship.

the caffrey exception in White Collar fandom - this fic languished mostly unfinished on my harddrive for a long time before polyweek gave me an excuse to finish it up and post it! I wasn’t really in White Collar fandom, was the problem, and I always write and post more consistently when I have fellow fandom people to encourage me. I also was originally watching WC with my (now ex-)girlfriend and I stopped watching after we broke up, iirc, so I didn’t actually finish the show until years later. And by the time I was writing it, I didn’t feel like there was all that much visible fandom around. But it had a nice little response during polyshipweek, so I was really happy with how it all turned out. Makes me think that one day maybe I’ll finish up and post that RENT fanfic that’s been on my harddrive for eighteen million years.

negotiating with the truth in The Wheel of Time fandom - you can tell I got fancy with this fic because I gave the chapters titles, lol. This fic leans hard into Mat being an unreliable narrator and playing around with that, and it was a lot of fun to focus on and explore that part of him. I do love a lot of the fics I've written in WoT so trying to narrow it down more was tough (and I still only managed to narrow down to three!) but I really loved writing this one and exploring the differing ways that Mat and Rand were approaching this relationship of theirs and how they come to a compromise in the end. I think I really liked that they genuinely do have different wants and desires that need to be navigated.

voice interlude: feels like falling for the first time in The Wheel of Time fandom - this is, a little bit, subbing in for the Voice series as a whole, but I wanted to pick out a complete story and not something still in progress. I am pretty hopeful that Voice will get finished (there are three more main fics in the series, I think — one that mostly spoils through bk9: winter’s heart; one that mostly spoils through bk12: the gathering storm; and then one with whole-series spoilers) but I have some fairly long unfinished works in past fandoms, so eggs and hatching & etc.

What makes this fic in particular stand out to me is how I was able to really take this one moment in time in the series and expand on it so that I could deep-dive into Mat’s characterization and what he was thinking and feeling, and it’s such a revelatory moment for Mat. I enjoy showing characterization via writing about sex, and the interludes in the Voice series really allow me to do that.

my mouth (your lips) my hands (your hips) in The Magicians fandom - This fic where Margo and Eliot approach Quentin on this more equal ground (of them competing to see which of them can land him first) and it developing into a true polyam relationship… I really loved exploring how messy but ultimately loving it was. I also loved delving into Margo as an aromantic character in this fic, and how the great love of her life is her best friend.

A lot of my own fears and pains and worries made it into the three main characters in this one, though all in ways that make sense with their own base characterization, I think. There’s this one line that Eliot thinks - “he had always been better at self-preservation than bravery” and that is 100% canon Eliot but… yeah, it’s also me. One of the things I am working on in therapy is loosening the stranglehold of my self-preservation so that I can be a little braver when it comes to reaching out to other people.

If you like my poly fics in WoT fandom, you might also enjoy my marqueliot fics (but I wouldn’t recommend the show tbh. Or, well, I might rec it up until the episode “All That Hard Glossy Armor”. That’s a good one to end on. And it’s a Margo episode!).

searching for a sound (we hadn’t heard before) in The Magicians fandom - I wrote some serious fix-it fics in this fandom. But this fic was me taking the kind of ridiculous angle on a plotline that I think that the show might have actually pulled off, if it had been so inclined. This fic was also me balling up all my frustration at the poor writing choices and lobbing it at the show’s forehead. It was very cathartic to write. And I think it’s pretty funny too, so that’s a bonus.

(I’m Not Calling You A) Liar for Steven Universe fandom — I am cheating here and including a vid. This vid is… if I sliced up my heart (Hannibal style) and laid it out on a plate, it would look something like this vid. I actually started watching Steven Universe because I saw the “Stronger Together” clip with Garnet but soon after I started watching… holy shit, Pearl and her deep heartbreak over Rose just grabbed me by the throat and did not let me go. Watching her slowly process and begin to resolve her grief was a very healing experience when I was watching the show. There was something very much intensely yearning about Pearl at the start of SU, and how she was trying so hard to hide it (from Steven but from the other gems as well). But she can’t move on until she confronts and heals!

My favorite of the vids that I’ve made, I think, and the one I’m proudest of. There is maybe one single clip that I would change now if I went back to edit it again, but that’s it. I’m fully satisfied with the rest of it; and this is not the case with most of my vids. My Yuri! On Ice vid is probably the other one that comes closest to feeling like I wouldn’t change anything now.

Enyo’s Daughter in MCU fandom — so I am a bit of an odd one out in MCU fandom, because the ship that I liked the best, over any other… Tony and Natasha. Iron Man and Black Widow. It’s a complex and thorny ship, but I liked exploring it. Tony and Natasha both get to be messy and fucked up and exploring situations like that can be interesting. It was written pretty soon after the first Avengers movie came out, if I recall correctly. I never did finish the sequel to this fic, which I am kinda sad about.

Any fandom where canon is currently developing can be kinda tough for me to stay ahead of, in terms of writing any big fic series(es) — this is also why my big Star Wars WIP is destined never to be finished, tbh. I started writing it before a lot of the current canon even exists, and trying to go back and finish it would be difficult because the new shows & movies have changed so much and it can be hard to mentally reconcile what I knew back then vs what I know now when it comes to canon. Once the new MCU movies after Avengers came out, this fic was kinda doomed to never get the sequel finished, alas. And this is why WoT having a closed book canon has made writing fic for it easier, I think.

Melt into Time from American Idol RPF — time-travel fic! I’ve attempted it from time to time, but this one I actually finished. I don’t remember the actual process of writing this anymore, because my memory is for crap, as I mentioned at the start, but it is probably my favorite fic that I wrote in this fandom overall. It deals with second chances and a lot of yearning and people being emotionally messy (a theme for me, for sure).

Justice, Be Not Blind from Dexter — my one and only Dexter fic. What I remember most about writing this fic is that despite how short it is (less than 1k), I did so much research. Miguel Prado was hands-down my favorite character who ever appeared on Dexter and so I wanted to write a fic for him, but I wanted it to sound as true to his character voice as possible. I don’t even really remember the extent of the research that I did and it’s been so long that I couldn’t tell you anymore whether or not the character voice is accurate, but I remember how much I wanted to get this right and how much work I put into trying to get Miguel to feel genuine.

Travelers Without Map or Compass for Doctor Who fandom - cute romantic fluff, but I’m very fond of it. It captures a sort of vibe in the Doctor & Rose relationship that was very appealing to me, and I enjoyed exploring and expanding my thoughts on some of the rooms in the TARDIS.

Another Nameless Planet in the Star Wars (Prequel) fandom — I wrote longer fics in Star Wars fandom but honestly I think I captured Anakin best in this small fic that’s not really about anything in particular except Anakin wanting to be treated as an equal (by Obi-Wan specifically).

I have fics that I wrote before this point, but most of them I genuinely don’t remember writing to the point of going, “huh, oh, wow, I guess that was me, huh?” lol. But going back over my fics… man, it really is like having the deepest yearnings of your heart spread out in front of the world sometimes, isn’t it?

Thanks for sending me on this journey to the past! I hope you enjoyed it. <3

[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.

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day 184 - @polyshipweek day two; stair cuddles

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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.