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Polyamships is hosting #MultiamoryMarch2025
Multiamory March is a month-long event held each year, starting on March 1st and ending on March 31st, with a prompt for each day.
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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.
This year we have an additional 10 alt visual prompts for you to choose! Check out the links under the cut.
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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.
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Fluff, touch starved Isaac, figuring a new relationship
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Prompt: Always room for one more for Day 2 of @polyamships' Multiamory March (Using Alt prompt #1)
Since I posted the other fic I wrote in February, I decided to edit and post this one too. This one is from before Arthur and Isaac were dating
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It wasnât too late yet, but Isaac found both sleep and work eluding him.
He considered going out and stargazing, it usually relaxed him, but the night didnât feel as welcoming and refreshing as usual, instead it felt weirdly silent and empty.
That feeling was probably his anxiety. Maybe a bath would make him feel better.
On his way, though, he walked by your door and, as if drawn by a spell, he stopped, then approached.
Maybe, - Isaac found the idea ridiculous, but he couldnât shake the feeling that it was the right answer, - that empty feeling was just him feeling lonely.
You hadnât been dating for long but, maybe heâd gotten more used to your presence than he thought. You had spent a lot of time together in the earlier days, but now it had been a few days that your interactions had just been at meals, and you stopping to wish him goodnight.
Which you hadnât even done today, but that was probably his fault. He did tell you he was quite busy.
Isaac wondered if you were sleeping and, if not, if he really should bother you.
For what? To tell you he was lonely? Since when had he become so needy?
Still, he could at least wish you goodnight, right? That wouldnât sound too ridiculous.
But then he heard a soft laugh inside. A good sign you were awake, but that wasnât just your voice.
And that reminded him of why heâd pushed for these few days of distance from you.
He still wasnât sure how and why heâd agreed to this situation - it felt right sometimes, but at others it was still confusing - but when he realized his feelings for you, heâd been ready to bury and try to forget them because you were with Arthur. But you had come and told him you loved him, and explained this concept you called polyamory.
Sometimes Isaac still wasnât sure why he accepted this arrangement, but that was probably just his brain trying to process the situation logically. He didnât know anything about normal relationships and this was what he was thrust into.
And maybe you noticed that, and it was why you were dedicating so much time to him. But if you were spending so much time with him, what about Arthur? He was your original boyfriend, after all.
That was when Isaac started feeling like this wouldnât work out. He needed time to sort his thoughts and feelings, so he distanced himself with excuses and gently nudging you to spend more time with Arthur⌠He never thought he would miss your presence so much in just a few days.
But now he just couldnât get in the way of you doing exactly what he hoped you would do. So he turned around to leave.
Maybe that was how things were always supposed to be. There was no way this crazy idea would work. He should never have hoped there would be room for him in this relationship. He shouldâŚ
âIsaac?â Isaac spun around to find you standing at the now open door. âAre you okay, love?â
âI⌠Yes. I was just passing. I needed a break.â
âMore than a break. Itâs late. Sorry I didnât stop by. You said you were quite busy.â
âItâs fine. YouâŚâ
He stopped when Arthur came up behind you.
âIs this an attempt at a midnight rendezvous, Newt?â
âNo! I said I was just passing by.â
âReally? Because I distinctly heard your footsteps stop by the door for a little too long for someone who was just passing.â
Arthur gave him a knowing smile, and Isaac knew there was no point in arguing. Heâd been caught.
âI just wanted to know if you were awake.â Isaacâs answer was directed at you. âThought I should wish you goodnight since I was here. Sorry if I interrupted your⌠date.â
âYouâre not interrupting, Isaac.â You also smiled at him.
âIn fact, youâre more than welcome to join us.â Arthur added with a suggestive grin.
You also caught the meaning no-so-hidden in his words and shot him a glare.
âThatâs not what was happening. I couldnât sleep, so we were talking. But you are more than welcome to join us if you want. We would tell you in advance if we wanted some private time, otherwise, no matter what weâre doing, you can always join us â
âEven if we are in the middle ofâŚâ
âArthur!â
Arthur just smiled as you glared at him, then he motioned for Isaac to follow and walked back into your room.
âSorry for that, but I guess you know how Arthur is.â You gave him an apologetic smile.
Isaac nodded. He knew it way too well at this point. But as embarrassing as Arthur could be, these comments helped Isaac feel better. It meant Arthur truly wasnât bothered by the interruption.
âDoes that mean you will join us? I was serious, you know? Youâre welcome whenever you want.â
You stepped aside and Isaac walked in. Arthur had already taken seat on your bed, and as soon as you closed the door, you took your place by his side, patting the space on your other side in invitation.
Isaac sat at the edge of the bed, still unsure if he should be there, but unable to deny both you and himself. You chuckled and kissed his cheek, then leaned on him.
âWhy are you still so nervous? Something still bothering you?â
âIs it me? Or the talk we had the other day?â Arthur asked, sounding surprisingly serious.
Isaac shook his head. He still didnât have an answer for Arthur, but if he didnât have other things in mind, this would be a good opportunity to find one. His problem was that he had no idea what to do and how to act in this situation.
âIf youâre uncomfortable, you donât need to stay.â You told him, leaning back, but Isaac found himself missing your touch.
He sighed, but let himself chase that weird need, removing his shoes to make himself comfortable by your side.
You wrapped an arm around his back, pulling him closer and resting your head on his shoulder.
âIs this okay?â You asked gently.
Isaac nodded, giving you a smile. He could see, on your other side, you had your other arm around Arthur and he slightly leaned on you too. A part of him felt like, surprisingly, this arrangement worked.
âGood. I missed this. And I was afraid you were avoiding me.â
Isaac opened his mouth to answer, but he didnât find words. Now that he was here with you and Arthur, his previous reasoning seemed rather silly to admit to.
âLet me guess,â Arthur spoke, after Isaac remained silent for a moment longer, âyou were really avoiding us, because your first week didnât fully convince you that our relationship could work, am I right?â
Isaac was barely surprised that Arthur had figured him out. He sighed again, and as you pulled away slightly, he turned to look at you, also noticing the surprisingly gentle way Arthur smiled at him.
âYou are. But It sounds quite stupid now.â He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. âI love you, and I really want to give this a chance, but that doesnât change the fact that none of this makes sense to me.â
âWe are learning too, Isaac. I might have a better idea of what this is, but I never really thought I would be in such a relationship before, so I never really tried to learn enough. Weâll figure this one together as we go and sometimes we make mistakes. Thatâs not stupid.â
âBesides, it was our fault.â Arthur added. âI was the one who suggested she spent time with you so the two of you could figure out your relationship first. But we failed to inform you, and I guess you worried about our relationship because of that. Sorry.â
âYeah. Sorry to worry you. But that doesnât mean this wonât work, just that we have to learn to communicate better.â You pulled away, just enough to kiss his forehead. âThat includes you telling me when you have a problem. Even if itâs just that you are feeling lonely.â
Isaac felt his face heat up at the comment, but as much as he wanted to protest, he really couldnât deny how much he missed you these days. So he only leaned closer to you, seeking more contact.
He watched you exchange a glance and a quick kiss with Arthur, then you kissed his head again, hugging him closer.
âNo matter what you decide to do, never forget I love you.â You added in a whisper.
âI love you too,â Isaac whispered back, then he turned his gaze to Arthur. âAnd thank you for supporting me.â
âYou know I love you too, Newt.â Arthur winked.
Now Isaac was sure he was blushing, and he diverted his gaze. He still hadnât given Arthur an answer from the talk they had the other day, but he felt like with both of you being so welcoming and accommodating, he would have one soon.
Summary: Roy wants his first group kiss with Jamie and Keeley to be special. But three-way kisses are⌠complicated.
Notes: This fic was written for @polyamships Multiamory March event!!
Maybe Roy shouldâve done some more experimenting when he was younger.
Being part of a throuple with the two people in this world he cared about the most (outside of his niece and sister, of course) had been a great experience so far, and it had only been a week.
But it was also exhausting.
Both Keeley and Jamie apparently had the sexual energies of fucking horny teenagers, and while Roy certainly wasnât going to complain, he wasnât sure how much longer he could keep up. Heâd already told them on more than one occasion to âjust fuck each other and leave me out of it.â Not that he didnât love it when he was involved, but his libido just wasnât at the same level.
Romance-wise⌠it was the opposite. Roy just wasnât sure how to express that.
It still felt new to him, the whole polyamory thing. But like any good, totally sane partner would, Roy had done research.
Hours of it.
Heâd heard about âgroup kisses.â Heâd even seen one in a film once a few years back. It had looked a bit unusual to him back then, but now, he wanted nothing more than to taste both his partnersâ lips at the same time.
But how the fuck was he supposed to do that? Just pull them both in, one on each arm? Smash their faces together and pray their noses donât get in the way? Make a fucking triangle with their lips?
Not knowing how to do it was bothering Roy more than he cared to admit. So, heâd spent a couple hours researching the different ways to do a group kiss with three people. And now, he felt totally prepared to romance the shit out of his partners.
Totally prepared. What could go wrong?
Roy waited until after dinner to make his move. The three of them were just sitting at the table, Keeley chattering away about something sheâd read online. In all honesty, Roy wasnât paying attention.
Once she had finished her story and a comfortable silence enveloped the three of them, Roy interrupted it.
âOi.â He stands up from his chair, pushing down any residual doubts about whether or not he was doing this right. âCâmere.â
He gently grabs each of their arms with one hand â Keeley on his left, Jamie on his right â and guides them over to the couch.
Jamie, the little shit, just grins as he settles down beside Roy. âWhatâs this all about?â
Roy just raises an eyebrow at Jamie, figuring heâll start by shutting the little prick up. Without a word, he leans forward, cupping Jamieâs cheek. The younger man immediately leans into the kiss that follows â slower than their usual kisses. Gentler.
Jamieâs hand comes up to the back of Royâs neck. Roy deepens the kiss.
When Roy pulls back, Jamie almost whines, like heâs missing the contact. But he doesnât have time to complain much, because heâs watching Roy turn his face to the left, his lips meeting Keeleyâs with that same tenderness.
Keeley returns it just as eagerly, even daring to slide her tongue between Royâs parted lips. The older man lets out a breath, his eyes closing.
Itâs then that Keeleyâs hand comes up to rest on top of Jamieâs, right on the back of Royâs neck. When the kiss is broken, Roy looks between them, then slowly wraps one arm around each of them, pulling them closer.
He doesnât have to say a word. They get the message. Keeley throws a leg over Royâs lap and captures Jamieâs lips. Jamie reciprocates⌠and then opens his mouth a little wider and pulls back from Keeley just enough to leave a small gap.
He cracks one eye open, the corner of his mouth half-upturning into a semi-smirk, his challenging gaze meeting Royâs.
Thatâs all the motivation Roy needs. He tightens his grip on Jamieâs waist and yanks him closer, then slips his tongue into the gap.
Jamie gasps, his eyes squeezing shut as his brain attempts to process the fact that the two hottest people in the world are both kissing him at the same bloody time.
Roy and Keeleyâs tongues intermingle inside Jamieâs mouth. Itâs messy; itâs not perfect, and at one point, Keeleyâs nose almost pushes into Jamieâs eyelid, and the younger man has to pull away. But itâs their first time, and thatâs good enough for Roy.
Theyâre all breathing heavily by that point. Keeleyâs face is flushed, and thereâs a noticeable bulge between Jamieâs legs.
Roy almost laughs. Horny idiots.
But, in this case, theyâre not the only ones.
âRight, then,â Roy says, breaking the silence as he stands up, the hint of a smirk on his face. âBedroom?â
Keeley and Jamie both practically leap off the couch like theyâve just won the fucking lottery. And this time, Roy does laugh, just a little bit.
âKeep up, old man,â Jamie taunts playfully, grabbing one of Royâs hands to help pull him up. Keeleyâs already halfway to the bedroom.
Roy just shakes his head in amusement as he gets to his feet. âI say one word and you lose your shit.â
Jamie just grins unapologetically and starts to practically drag the older man out of the room. âWhen the word is âbedroom,â yeah.â
Roy rolls his eyes playfully, but he follows Jamie to the bedroom. âFucking idiot.â
âYeah, yeahâŚâ Jamie smirks and grabs Royâs other hand now, too. He backs into the bedroom, then flops down right next to an already shirtless Keeley, trying to yank Roy on top of him. âCâmon. We havenât got all night.â
Roy rolls his eyes fondly but wastes no time in giving in.
âI would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.â
Modern AU PolyCrows
with an indepth look at what it means to be disabled, trans, POC, and immigrants!
Opening Up - pre kanej
It's Always Been You - pre to kanej
Pining, Climbing - pre ninej
Round Robin - polycrows (pre Wylan)
Love of a Parent - polycrows (pre Wylan)
A Kiss For You, A Kiss For Me - polycrows, Wylan focus
Table for Six - polycrows
In Wine There is Truth- polycrows, Jesper focus, Nina pov
Skin Deep - polycrows, pre Kaz x Wylan focus
Pain Days - polycrows, Kaz focus
Womanhood - polycrows, ninej focus
Self Made- polycrows, Wylan x Kax focus
Team Polycool - polycrows
Strawberry Soda - polycrows, Wylan x Nina QPR focus
Rising - polycrows, Jesper x Inej x Kaz x Wylan focus
In The Middle - polycrows
Trying It Out - polycrows, Kaz x Nina x Inej x Jesper focus
Festival Holidays - polycrows
Accommodate, Regulate - polycrows, Wylan x Kaz focus
Outsider - polycrows, Wylan x Inej QPR and wesper focus
Reunion - polycrows, Kaz x Jesper focus
Main Six - polycrows, Nina x Jesper x Kaz focus
Goodbye Teeth - polycrows, helnik/Matthias x Nina x Kaz focus
Damn Dog - polycrows, Kaz focus
Jesper Stop Renaming the Chat Challenge - polycrows
Snow and Kisses - polycrows, ninej focus
Walkies- polycrows, Jesper x Matthias focus
Dreaming - polycrows, Wylan x Inej QPR focus
It's Complicated - polycrows, kanej and Inej x Kaz x Nina x Matthias focus
Scraps of Love- polycrows, kanej focus
Double Date- polycrows, Jesper x Kaz focus, Jesper x Kaz x Inej x Wylan
Sum Neutral - polycrows, Kaz focus
Room Enough - polycrows, Kaz x Nina x Jesper focus
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Barry Allen/Eddie Thawne/Iris West, Barry Allen/Cisco Ramon/Iris West, Kamilla Hwang/Cisco Ramon, Kamilla Hwang/Cisco Ramon/Iris West, Barry Allen/Iris West
Characters: Barry Allen, Iris West, Cisco Ramon, Eddie Thawne, Kamilla Hwang, Original Iris West/Eddie Thawne Children, Nora West-Allen
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Married Barry Allen/Iris West, Engaged Cisco Ramon/Kamilla Hwang, Pansexual Cisco Ramon, Bisexual Barry Allen, Bisexual Iris West, Pansexual Kamilla Hwang, Post canon, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kid Fic, Baby Nora West-Allen, Pregnant Iris West
Series: Part 11 of crisis divergent au, Part 13 of multiamory march 2025
Summary:
Multiamory March Day 13: The poly taking care of a child or pet
âIris asleep?â Cisco whispered, keeping his voice light. Iris had been napping a lot recently.
âYeah. Baby kept her up all night.â Barry turned his head to look at Cisco. He had started to let his facial hair grow out, and all three of his partners couldnât get enough of it, especially Kamilla.
or, a few years post canon, ft domesticity and tired parents
(apart of a series but can be read stand alone if you want)
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Notes: For @huntressdarkness for Love You Latte. For @polyamships Multiamory March using the prompt soulmates au. POV Crosshair. This is an omegaverse soulmates (true mates) au with Alpha!Crosshair, Alpha!Hunter, Beta!Echo, Beta!Wrecker, and Omega!Tech. Takes place during season 3.
Summary: Crosshair returns to Clone Force 99 after he and Omega escape from Tantiss, but things aren't the same between himself and his true mate. He's not sure if it will be again.
Snippet: They entered hyperspace a few minutes ago. Crosshair let Omega pilot instead of himself. She seems to know what she's doing by what little he's seen her do. Certainly better than he could. Driving a getaway speeder? No problem. He could do it with his eyes closed. Flying a ship? No. Leave that to Tech and Hunter. Leave Crosshair and his twin to man the guns.
Wrecker.
The ship jerks, and Crosshair has to steady himself â grabbing onto the wall for support â to not fall down or over Batcher. The lurca hound doesn't seem to notice anything amiss and smiles gleefully up at him â her long tongue slobbering everywhere. He huffs and rolls his eyes.Â
They need to think of their next steps â obviously, they both have their own ideas, but they need to come together to form a plan. They need to get rid of this ship, obviously, and snatch up a new one. Preferably one that couldn't be so easily tracked. After thatâŚ? There's a number of plans that they can do. So many options and factors that could fuck up their next move â fuck up their lives. One wrong move and they could both wind back up on Tantiss, or worse. Crosshair curses and curls his right hand into a fist in an attempt to control it â to make it not shake.Â
Damnit.Â
Better to discuss their options with Omega. He'll have to be the voice of reason, most likely. She has more faith and hope inside of her â the world hasn't broken her yet.
(Crosshair hopes it never does.)
He presses a button, and the door to the cockpit slides open with a juddering whoosh. He sees the back of the top of Omega's blonde hair. The kid doesn't even look back as he walks in.Â
"The Empire will be able to track this vessel," Crosshair informs her of the most obvious fact. "We'll have to ditch it."Â
"We will. We're heading to a remote location. I sent a coded transmission for our brothers to meet us there."Â
The only sounds in the cockpit are the normal hums of a spaceship and the clicks of buttons being pressed and Batcher's whimpers. Crosshair takes a few steps forward, laying his hand on the back of the pilot seat that Omega is occupying. "Omega," Crosshair sighs. He doesn't want to give her hope if there's none to be found. "It's been months. They might not be alive â "Â
"They'll be there," she snaps, turning to face him â eyes stern. She says more softly, "They'll be there." She faces away from him, diverting her attention back to the console.Â
Crosshair is scared at the prospect of seeing them again.Â
Batcher nuzzles his shin, and without thinking, Crosshair scratches the top of her head. It's only been a few days, and he's found that he's enamored with the lurca. Crosshair has never really been fond of animals â not like Hunter or even his twin, Wrecker. It's something about the lurca. It might be because she seems to like him â why Crosshair has no clue. But Batcher does, and he can't help but return the affection.Â
It's like that with Omega too. For some reason, after all he has done, after who he is, Omega cares for him. She has never once expressed that she hates him or holds a grudge. Omega visited him every single day she was on Tantiss.
Every.
Single.
Day.
She didn't have to. No one forced her to come and talk. In fact, he was encouraging her to stop coming, to give up on him.
But she never did.
Omega loves her brothers, including him.Â
He's grown to care for her too. Crosshair never for a single second imagined that he'd have a sister (older sister), a child that he cares about so deeply. He will, and has, done everything he can do to protect her. If their brothers aren't waiting for them, Crosshair is fully ready to take responsibility for her â raise her, make sure her needs are met, and keep her safe.Â
The Empire will never get their hands on her. They won't. Not while his heart is still beating.Â
"You're worried. You shouldn't be."Â
"I'm not worried," he lies. Crosshair knows that his statement is razor-thin and that it wouldn't fool Omega. He doesn't want to, he realizes. She's seen him for who he is and⌠accepts him, unconditionally. "I don't see a single reason not to be worried."
He watches Omega press a few buttons, setting the ship's systems to autopilot. "Why are you worried? That they don't want to see you? What do you think will happen, exactly?"
Crosshair isn't sure how to answer her. He wants to be honest with her, but that doesn't mean he wants to tell her the grim, ugly truth.
"You'll see," Omega says as if he had answered her question and is giving a reply. "They're our brothers. We haven't given up on you. We want you back. It'll be fine."Â
He wants to argue, correcting her on her ideal fantasy that once they're together, everything will go back to how it used to be. He wonders if she's telling herself all this to believe it.
"I betrayed them."Â
"It wasn't your fault." His sister's voice is gentle but firm in her conviction. "It wasn't your fault, Crosshair."
It is, though, he thinks. It was all his choice.Â
Crosshair chose to shoot his twin.
Crosshair chose to leave his squadâto leave his family â to leave his pack.
To leave Hunter.Â
His Hunter.
His mate, his true mate.Â
But would Hunter want him anymore? Would any of them? After all that has happened?Â
Crosshair lightly runs his fingers over the bite mark from Hunter. It's scarred over, still as red as the day Hunter marked him as his own. It throbs during his ruts separated from his brother's. It throbs and aches and only makes the pain of not being with his mate worse.
Crosshair's hand trembles on its own, and he forces his hand to make a fist, willing it to steady. It takes several long seconds, but finally it stills. When he looks up to see Omega's eyes, they are shining not with pity but only concern. His sister opens her mouth to speak; instead, a loud and long yawn happens in its place.Â
He asks, "When's the last time you slept?"
Omega shakes her head, and her brown eyes widen in a poor attempt to prove that she's awake. "I'm fine."Â
Crosshair rolls his eyes. "I'm convinced." Sighing, he says, "How long until we reach the rendezvous point?"
Omega swivels the pilot seat and presses a few buttons before turning back to him. "A little over three hours."
Three hours. He can deal with that. "Go sleep. I'll take over. Don't fight with me over this," he adds firmly when she opens her mouth to retort. "Go." Lightly kicking her shin to prod her out of her seat, Crosshair says, "Sleep. There's a couple of bunks in the back."
You're my sister. I have to take care of you, goes unsaid.Â
Batcher whines and nudges Omega's recently kicked shin. His sister smiles fondly, scratching the lurca's head. "Wake me up when we need to come out of hyperspace." She yawns, stretching her arms into the air. "Come on, Batcher." She walks away, the lurca following at her heels.
Crosshair takes the pilot's seat, slumping into the uncomfortable cushion. The familiar blue lines speeding towards them as the ship travels through hyperspace is welcoming⌠and not.
Did someone say my jam? Yrys is a reincarnated soul of Hythlodeaus but something went wrong in the transfer of his soul to the material plane. He remembers everything that happened, while Laia (Azem) and S'daej (Hades) don't remember anything. He's been alone for so long with his memories. Some days he can hardly stand it.
