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jennyvastra week 2026 day 4, reveal

Fandom: Harry Potter/Marauders Era Ship: Pandora Lovegood/Lily Evans Rating: Gen

jennyvastra week 2026 day 3, time travel

jennyvastra week 2026 day 2, stargazing

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Multiamory March 2026

Once again we gather to celebrate polyamory in all its forms: OT3s, OT4s, OT8s, V-relationships, QPRs, sedoretus, and any configuration you can think of. In the spirit of this month, we invite you to create works in any medium using the prompts above if you need a little inspiration. You can also create freely or even use one of our prompts from past years we’d still love to see fanworks for if they inspire you better. If you use a prompt, please make sure to let us know which prompt you’re creating for somewhere on your post.

At us @polyamships and use the tags #MultiamoryMarch and #MultiamoryMarch2026 in the first five tags so we can hopefully see it. If you don’t see us reblog your post within a few days feel free to send us an ask to let us know, in case we’ve missed your post or the tags/notifications are being weird.

All ratings are welcome but anything nsfw/triggery should be warned for and behind a read more, as should very long tumblr fic.

We also have an AO3 collection for the event that can be found here and the collection name is ‘multiamory_march_works’.

We can’t wait to see what you create for the month, and please do spread the word about the event. ❤️♾️

Over the next month or two, we will also be doing a number of posts with expanded ideas for each prompt for anyone who needs a little more inspiration than just the one or two word style.

Under the cut you can find the prompts in written form:

jennyvastra week 2026 day 1, flirting

Rating: General

Ships: Jenny x Vastra

Words: ~550

Summary: Not even the stars, her once trusted companions who gave answer and clarity when Vastra was lost, were as they were aeons ago. She could not even see them.

Rating: Teen

Words: ~1.3k

I'm not sure if I'll be doing the rest of the challenge yet but here you go.

I'll be trying to write a consecutive story following a plot I created together with @thelocalg0blin. So here's the first chapter:

Rating: Teen

Words: ~ 1000

I did it! Thanks @ghostsfanficevents for putting these prompts together. I've had great fun this week and I have just managed to squeeze in the final prompt :D For anyone who doesn't know, Art is Rogue's person-he-lost as alluded to into the episode and given greater detail in the novelisation. We adore him in the Timerogue server and have variously fancast him as Nathaniel Curtis and headcanoned him with green hair. Oh, also, in the audiobook of the novelisation, Dan Starkey decides to read him as Welsh for some reason, leading to several of us headcanoning that he was from Earth.

For my full Timerogue working see: DnDoc, Dear Future Rogue and Tayburn.

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Falling

The Doctor felt something clatter against his collarbone, and, waking with a grunt, he realised it was Rogue's wrist flying through the dark. With his world so narrowed by the dark and the hour, all he knew for the moment was the soft bed beneath his body and Rogue's limbs tumbling around beside him. The Doctor blinked hard several times to wake himself up, then turned onto his side and tried to get a handle on Rogue's arms.

   "Rogue, babes," he muttered. "Darling, I think you need to wake up."

   It took some more cajoling, but eventually he heard a sharp gasp beneath his ear. He held himself still, taking Rogue's hands carefully in his.

   "Who… Who's there?" Rogue whispered.

   "It's me, sweetheart," said the Doctor, lowering his face closer to Rogue's. "The Doctor."

   Rogue's sighed with relief, but his breathing was still hard. "Fucking Droogle."

   The Doctor lowered himself to Rogue's side and laid his head on Rogue's chest, holding still. Droogle - Hexham Droogle - had been the target in Rogue's last mission with his previous partner, the bounty-hunting contraption-tinkering Art. Now the Doctor understood Rogue's unconscious flailing - he'd been falling.

   "I've got you, Rogue," the Doctor whispered.

   Rogue was quiet, his body tense. Then he curled his head around the Doctor's and kissed him on the neck. "Thank you, my love." He took a long breath in through his nose. "But nobody's got Art."

   The Doctor squeezed his arms around Rogue's torso, which started to judder beneath him as Rogue began to cry. How many times had tears flowed in the middle of the night over poor Art, who'd lost his life on that Droogle mission? The Doctor wished there was something he could do, but it was part of Rogue's timestream. He couldn’t change that now.

   "He was falling too," Rogue whispered. "Beside me. That's not how it happened, back then, but in the dream we were both dropping through the air, but then you caught me… There was nobody to catch him."

   The Doctor felt his own eyes pierce with tears. He bit his lip, trying to keep his voice steady. "Babe… You know when people say that the people we love are always with us, in our hearts?"

   "Do you really believe that?"

   "I do. Time isn't just a simple straight line, you know. He is with us. Look! Up there, right now." The Doctor picked up Rogue's arm and used it to point up towards the ceiling. Can you see him? Look, there. He's falling.

   Rogue groaned. "What, are you trying to send me back to my dream?"

   "Just look."

   Rogue took another long breath and settled himself. "Okay. Yeah, I see him. Not exactly difficult. He's falling fast, Doc."

   "Right, well, here." The Doctor directed Rogue's hand again, holding their joined arms straight upwards. "Quick, now!"

   Together they snatched the tiny, falling man with green hair and light brown skin. Hurriedly - before what disaster the Doctor didn't know, but he figured urgency would suit a rescue - they ferried him down and sat him carefully in their cupped palms.

   "What do we do with him?" said Rogue.

I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do today. I already have two dancing fics so my head was a bit devoid of ideas. So I just started writing and this is the result. If you don't know what I'm referencing, it's the UK's Strictly Come Dancing (known as Dancing With The Stars in the US and various other names in other countries).

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For my full Timerogue working see: DnDoc, Dear Future Rogue and Tayburn and for more Timerogue chatter feel free to join our discord server 😊

OH and! An easter egg! There is a line in here that is an exact quote of the last line of the Target novelisation of the episode Rogue 😌

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Keep Dancing

"So you're telling me if we stop dancing we lose?" said Rogue.

   "No, no. Not lose," said the Doctor. "We die."

   "WHAT?" Rogue nearly lost his grip on the Doctor's hand and if they were being scored right now they would certainly have been starkly marked down for gapping.

   The moment they had walked out of the TARDIS, the Doctor had gasped and immediately grabbed both Rogue's hands, dragging him into a waltz. There were much more adventurous dances going on around them, conducted by people in all sorts of vibrant costumes. The Doctor and Rogue were the only ones a) in street clothes and b) who looked at all worried about the threat of death.

   "Do these people not know…?" Rogue wondered aloud. "How do you know? Have you been here before?"

   "It's a cruel joke from the TARDIS, is how we're here," the Doctor said. "I asked her to bring us somewhere good for dancing and, well… I mean, I barely made it out of here alive last time. River was dragging me and my floppy fringe around like a rag-doll by the end."

   "Hmm… some prank," Rogue mumbled. He glanced at the TARDIS, quite far away in this mysterious cavern filled with pools of lava and shifting stone beneath their feet. Getting back to her amidst all these couples was not going to be easy. But Rogue wasn't about to be second-best. "Well, if River can do it… Come on then!"

   He spun the Doctor into a frantic pirouette, catching up with him and spinning him into his arms, polka-ing around like it was the first dance of a ceilidh and everyone was raring to go. The Doctor rose to his new level, and grabbed him by the lapels, dragging him into the fluid lunge of an Argentine Tango.

   "Judges are to your left, by the way," the Doctor whispered.

   "There are people overseeing this? What kind of sickos-"

   "Oh, they're just old. They see humanoid lifespans like humanoids see chickens."

   "Ah." Rogue sighed, sank into a plié, then executed a quick rond-de-jambe and rose back up. The Doctor gripped his hands tight, and they spun away together.

   On and on they danced. Rogue felt perversely warm and safe despite the danger, as long as he was in the Doctor's arms, spinning around and around, for ever. Other couples started to flag, perhaps ones who couldn't boast three hearts between them. The pools of lava increased ever wider and rocks opened at the feet of those who fell. The Doctor and Rogue sprang across the streams, jeté, jeté, jeté!

   Suddenly, there was only one other couple left. Rogue was spinning around too fast to get a good look at them, and as he peered into the dark, he noticed something else blocking his vision.

   The TARDIS! She was right there! They'd made it back!

   "Doctor!" he hissed.

   The Doctor turned his head and saw her too. "That's great, Rogue, but we can't leave them."

   "We can't- who- oh."

   The other couple. Rogue looked in their direction again. Both seemed to be women, one tall with slightly stiff posture, the other with a tanned face and a thick, dark fringe. Their dancing was… not good. But they were nonetheless doing it! And they looked like they could keep doing it. But… Rogue knew the Doctor. No matter how at peace they seemed to be with their fate, the Doctor was going to try and rescue them.

   Rogue sighed, and quickstepped the Doctor in their direction.

   "Hey!" the Doctor called. "If you want out of here we can help! But you have to hurry, before the Judges spot you."

   "Oh no we're fine," said the tall, stiff one.

   "Yes. All's well," said the one with the fringe. "And will be."

   Looking at them closer, even as both he and they bobbed around, Rogue could make out a network of sashes piled over them. Years and years and years they'd been at this, and winning. Perhaps they never stopped even when they were the last ones standing.

   Suddenly both dancers looked at the Doctor and Rogue at once and said, "Keeeeeep dancing!"

   Rogue and the Doctor looked at each other, worked a shrugging motion into their jive, then headed off back towards the TARDIS.

   "I guess Tess and Claudia are going to be just fine," the Doctor mumbled, as they reached the doors.

   Rogue did a little solo-snake with his shoulders as the Doctor unlocked the door. "Who?"

   "Oh, they hosted this Earth dancing show for years," the Doctor replied. "They tried to leave once, but I guess once you've kept dancing that long, it's hard to stop."

Hello! So, today the prompt was Adventure, but since I've been writing such short snippets that didn't seem overly feasible. Instead, I've merged the word Adventure with the Human AU alt prompt. This is doubly appropriate, because I always post Tayburn on a Friday night, which is my 15Rogue Human AU ongoing story.

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For my full Timerogue working see: DnDoc (which contains many Adventures), Dear Future Rogue and of course Tayburn

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Excellent Adventures

"Mmmm… doesn't it make you feel like a kid," said John, nestling in beside Roger on the couch.

   "That doesn't," said Roger, who was halfway to lifting the TV remote when John started nuzzling his lips against Roger's neck. "But if you mean movie night, yes, absolutely."

   John chuckled, gave Roger's neck one more kiss, then rested his head against Roger's shoulder. "Going down to Blockbuster, picking out what you wanted to watch…"

   "Getting in a fight with your siblings about it," said Roger, as he opened the streaming service he'd checked earlier to make sure they had access to the film.

   "I was an only child," said John.

   "Lucky boy."

   "You can't mean that."

   Roger paused. "No, you're right, I don't. We all just had very different tastes, let's put it that way. Well, Patrick and I were alright, we both just liked nerd stuff, like this in fact-" Roger clicked on the movie for tonight. "But Holden always wanted to watch horror movies or documentaries and things. Don't get me wrong I like a horror flick but it was what he chose every time." Roger sighed. "Right. Well. Anyway. Are you ready?"

   "Couldn't be sitting any more comfortably, babes," John murmured.

   Roger relaxed, feeling John's weight against his side. He pressed play on the movie and put the remote on the side table, then wrapped his arms around John and pulled him in even closer. Soon there were guitars, a couple of carefree teens, a girl one of them was despairing of ever getting together with, and a phone-box that travelled through time.

   "Such a bizarre idea," John said, the first time they saw the box. "I've always wondered how on Earth they came up with it."

   "Ah, so you have seen it before. I wasn't sure from what you said."

   "What Bill and Ted? Oh aye, and I've seen the sequel too."

   "Do you like it?"

   "The sequel?"

   "Or this one."

   John grinned. "I love this movie, always have."

In which the TARDIS meddles not in the Doctor and Rogue's life (I've done that quite a lot) but in the apocalypse that is keeping them apart.

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For my full Timerogue working see: DnDoc, Dear Future Rogue and Tayburn

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Setting the Table

Kicking a stone along the pavement, Rogue wandered down another street that looked the same as all the other streets and wondered if he was ever going to see the Doctor waving from the far end of one of them. He looked up at a dizzying row of identical windows running along the upper floor of a terrace. They were so regular it was like looking at a giant sideways train track. There were little variations in the lamps and the hints of furniture near the edge of the room, but the vibe could have been copy and pasted from one pane to the next. Rogue huddled into his jacket and kept walking.

   Just as he was starting to get hungry, a football branded with tiny England flags bounced off a front lawn and trickled into his path. Rogue picked up the ball and looked up, quickly finding the ball's owner - a grinning boy in shorts and a t-shirt - waving at him to throw it back. Rogue did so, though he was still so dizzy from looking at the windows that his aim was a little off and he nearly hit the boy's father, who was sitting in a lawn chair on a little garden path that led to the door of the house.

   "Sorry!" he called, without really looking at her. He hurriedly put his head down and resumed his endless walk.

   "Wait!" the mum cried. "Come back here."

   Rogue gulped. He turned and dragged his leaden legs back to the edge of the lawn.

   "Um, hi," he said. "Sorry again. Guess I'm kinda tired."

   The mum nodded. "I thought you looked a little rough. Listen, can I get you something? I'm Jocelyn and this is my boy, Eric. You shouldn't be wandering out here alone."

   Rogue's stomach rumbled precisely on cue, as if it had been scripted by that little man on all the television screens. Little Eric was bouncing the ball around again, absorbed in his game. Jocelyn looked earnestly at Rogue, who started to hallucinate the smell of onions frying, the sound of their sizzling. Rogue nodded to himself. These weren't bad people, just, ordinary…

   But as he took a step towards the garden path, a sudden, ear-splitting sound erupted behind him. The little boy looked up and cringed at Rogue, as if he was about to cry. He ran to his mum, dropping the ball again and letting it roll away. Rogue raised his hands to try to calm him down, but his momentum was checked by an immense, exhausting feeling of de ja vu. He knew that sound. He'd heard that sound many times, several already today. That sound was why he was so hungry. He turned around as Eric and Jocelyn rushed inside the house, and knew he'd never see them again.

   "Hello again," he said to the TARDIS, who wouldn't let him go in any of these houses no matter how delicious their dinners sounded.

   The TARDIS grumbled at him.

   "Could you not imitate my stomach, please?"

   One of the doors swung open.

   Rogue shrugged. "Not like it helped before. I don't know how to fly you, remember? And even if I did, we know where the Doctor is. He's here! In this town! He's just… not himself, shall we say."

   The other door opened too.

   Rogue sighed. "Fine."

   Inside, the console room was lit up bright, all the round-things were tinted a burnt orange. The TARDIS had moved the wardrobe up onto the main floor, and there was a boom microphone hanging from the central column.

   "What the…"

   Rogue walked further along the walkway and was startled to see his own face on the touch-screen. In fact, it had become a mirror… with lines on it… and numbers… numbers ticking upward to note the length of the recording.

   "You're filming me?" said Rogue, looking up at the TARDIS.

   When she didn't reply, he looked back down at the screen, on which the round-things were flattened into a single dusty brown background. It looked apocalyptic. Well, that made sense, Rogue thought, as he looked at himself in the preview. The TARDIS had stuck her oar in every time he got close to a decent meal with a nice family for the last three days, so he wasn't looking so hot either.

   He patted the console. "Thanks, I guess. I suppose you think if I went in there I'd never come back out, like what happened with the Doctor."

   Instead of an answer, or at least, Rogue couldn't imagine how it could possibly be an answer, the touch-screen changed to a black background with four words written in big white letters.

   "Tables don't do what?" said Rogue.