#polyships

The following are the prompts that the bingo card will be generated from. Send us an ask if you want a card, and if you want any prompts specifically excluded from it (you can exclude up to 5 prompts). Feel free to request a new card at any time through December 2026, even if you’ve already received one.

This year you can ask for a completely SFW card or a mix of SFW and NSFW prompts. Whatever card you choose, you will be allowed to blacklist 5 prompts from the list if you so desire.

Prompts are to be interpreted as freely as you want.

SFW prompts are not limited to SFW fills. If your story gets spicy along the way, there's nothing wrong with it.

Some of these prompts might seem familiar. That's intentional. We love big and complicated polycules at fourormore.

SFW PROMPTS Complicated relationships, Queerplatonic relationships, Toxic relationships, New Relationship Energy, Accidental Confessions, A fandom you've never written before, A fandom that's 10+ years old, A polycule with 5+ people, A polycule with 10+ people, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Anniversaries, Apologies, Autumn, Spring, Winter, Summer, Bed sharing, Blood, Costumes, Cyberpunk, Established relationship, Developing relationship, Secret relationship, Experimental, Flirting, Holding hands, Language barrier, Liminal Spaces, Music, Piercings/Tattoos, Platonic soulmates, Protectiveness, Redemption, Reunions, Romantic gestures, Social media, Trust, Unexpected

Opt- in NSFW prompts Free use, Monsterfucking, Alienfucking, Casual sex, Blood kink, Spit kink, Voyeurism, Public/Semi-public sex, Undernegotiated kink, Kink discovery, D/s dynamics, Gangbang, Sex pollen, Praise kink, Drug use

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We now have a General FAQ that applies to all events.

COMPLETION POSTS

So, you have a bingo (or a blackout!), what now?

Well, to acknowledge the fact that you spent time and effort on at least 5 fics, we’ll be receiving bragging posts (also known as completion posts) where you can link all of your fills at once. You may post on your own blog and @ us, tag #fourormore or submit it to the blog.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send a message.

Q: What kind of works am I allowed to submit? A: All type of fanworks are welcome! Fics, art, podfic, meta, you name it. As long as the main relationship features 4 or more people, it's allowed.

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Q: My work contains [INSERT WARNING HERE]. Can I still participate? A: Yes. This is a CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) space. Feel free to post without worrying about warnings.

Q: I don't want to see [X] content, can you please remove it? A: No. The only content that will be removed will be that that does not comply with the rules.

Chapter Six: Sally

Sally's heart cracks in her chest when she sees Luke Castellan standing there, looking every bit the haunted, hurt child she knows that he is. She can tell that Percy sees it too, her son looking to her silently for help. With a tight smile, she hugs her son quickly, then moves carefully towards Luke.

She's seen all of her kids—because they are her kids at this point—go through panic attacks over the last half a dozen years, and it's easy to recognize Luke's. He clearly doesn't see her as she steps closer, and Sally braces for a fight, like Clarisse gets sometimes. But Luke only struggles for a moment before he freezes. Sally only hugs him tighter.

When he finally breaks, her heart breaks with him. So many children, failed by their parents. She hates that it took the literal destruction of Olympus to get the gods to realize that staying out of their children's lives was not an ideal plan. Sure, they're better about it now, but that doesn't help all of the children that were lost to the Second Titan War.

"You're okay," she murmurs into the boy's hair, "I've got you, sweetheart," she repeats over and over.

Her own tears trickle slowly down her cheeks as Luke sobs against her, shaking and nearly choking on his tears more than once. When was the last time someone held this boy with nothing but love and comfort in mind? Sadly, she knows all too well what the answer to that question is, and she hates it. She can only imagine what he went through with May after she was affected by the Oracle's curse.

Even now, years after Percy and Hermes took the Fleece to heal her madness, she isn't all better. She won't ever be, Sally knows, because she has to live with everything she put her son through, and what her madness in part drove him to do. But Sally doesn't blame Luke for any of that, and she knows Percy doesn't either. He never would have accepted Hermes' request if he did. Some of the kids though…Sally pushes those thoughts away and refocuses on the boy in her arms.

As his sobs go quiet, she feels him lean more heavily against her, and manages a small smile, hoping that sleep does him good. She knows that there's a chance it won't, but she hopes.

"My son," somehow, hearing Hermes' quiet voice somewhere above them does not surprise her.

Careful to keep Luke from slipping from where he's now tucked against her shoulder—asleep—Sally lifts one hand that isn't supporting as much of his weight to wipe at her face before looking up. Hermes stands there by the door, looking down at them with a pained expression and wet eyes. She knows how much he loves his children, Luke in particular, but in this moment, anger flares in her chest.

"Take him to Percy's room, please," she manages quietly, deciding the chat she wants to have can wait another couple of minutes.

Hermes steps forward immediately, bending down and lifting Luke as though the young man weighs nothing—he probably doesn't to a god. Thankfully, Luke doesn't wake, and Sally follows Hermes into Percy's bedroom, watching him carefully lay his son on her son's bed. A soft smile finds its way onto her face when Hermes kisses Luke's forehead, but that does not erase the anger that still burns behind her ribs. When Hermes looks up at her, she gives him a pointed look, and he nods, clearly understanding that they aren't quite finished.

He follows her down the hall into the kitchen, and Sally takes a long, slow breath before she turns towards one of the few gods she considers a friend. Thankfully, it appears that Percy, Paul and Estelle are all out on the fire escape.

"I—"

"Don't." Sally cuts Hermes off before he can even get two words out. "You didn't have to just drop him off at the apartment with barely any explanation!" His shoulders sag as he looks down.

"I thought that Percy would be more welcome company," he tells her quietly, and Sally just sighs. She understands where that thought must have come from, but that doesn't excuse his actions in her mind.

"He is your son, Hermes. I know how much you love him. We all do, except for Luke," she reminds him. Hermes looks up at that. "What exactly did you tell him about all of this? Does he know how long you've been trying to convince Hades to let him come back? Does he know what it did to you to lose him the way you did? To know what was coming and to be powerless to stop it without fear of making things worse?" Sally asks, running a hand through her hair as she leans back against the kitchen counter. Unlike her son and the rest of the kids, she has known what Hermes has been trying to do since the day Jason was resurrected.

"All he will hear are excuses, Sally," Hermes murmurs.

"Maybe," Sally concedes. "But even if that is how he sees it all afterwards, he deserves the explanation," she reminds him. The Messenger god glances back towards the hallway with painful longing clear in his eyes. "Did you tell him about May?" She asks softly, bringing his attention back to her. When Hermes shakes his head, this time she nods in understanding. "I think it was hearing Estelle's middle name that finally tipped him over the edge."

Becoming friends with May Castellan was not part of Sally's plans years ago. But after Percy and Hermes took the Fleece to heal her mind, she was in need of a friendly face that could see and understand the world beyond the Mist. The two of them bonded over a few different things, and Sally helped May work through a lot her guilt and pain after finding out what happened to Luke—Sally wonders if Hermes has told May anything about this situation or not. If she has to guess, she thinks probably not, because he won't have wanted to get her hopes up.

"The boys are going to stay here tonight," she decides aloud, glancing towards the window that leads to the fire escape for a moment. When she looks back at Hermes, she gives hime a gentle smile. "Why don't you join us for breakfast? Afterwards, you can talk to your son," she says the last bit with a firm look, and Hermes nods.

"What time?"

"Give the boys some time to sleep in. I'll have breakfast ready around ten," she knows the odds of the boys actually sleeping in are slim, but at least this will give her some time to warn Luke that his dad will be joining them, instead of Hermes just showing up.

"I'll be here," he smiles warmly at her, and Sally nods.

"Good. Now, you should go before Estelle notices you're here. I want Luke to actually sleep," she tells him sternly, and with one last nod, Hermes pops out of her kitchen. Sally rolls her eyes at his exit, and walks over to the window that leads to fire escape.

She can't tell what the three of them are talking about with the window closed, but when she taps lightly on it, everyone looks at her. Sliding the window up slowly, she gives her husband and children a tired smile.

"He's asleep. His father showed up just in time to help me get him into Percy's room. Then he and I had a talk, and he's going to be joining us for breakfast tomorrow," she explains.

"Why's he sleeping already?" Estelle looks up in confusion and Sally chuckles softly as she helps her daughter climb back through the window.

"Because he's very tired, and he needed to rest, baby," she tells Estelle simply.

Paul comes through the window next and Sally smiles when he kisses the side of her head in passing. But before Percy can come back in, Sally climbs out onto the fire escape. She doesn't bother to close the window, just goes to stand at the railing, leaning against it. Percy joins her a second later, and she leans against her son, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I love you," she murmurs. Percy gives her a look, but smiles.

"I love you too, Mom," he replies easily. "Even if I am stuck sleeping in the couch," he adds after a moment, and Sally just laughs softly.