Prompt: imagine person a of your polyship is a celebrity, and the paparazzi’s caught pics of them with their different partners
a lot of tabloids write articles about how a is cheating with multiple individuals until a comes forward on their own to clarify that they’re polyamorous, and all their partners know about (and are dating) each other, too
Warnings: Slurs, commentary on the media/paparazzi
Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.
Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. This was written for @polyshipprompts’ polyship week. I used the following prompt which is reprinted above. This story is a modern AU and it is loosely based off of my experiences of playing The Sims 4 with the Dragon Riders. My tag for that is ashleybenlove Sims the Dragon Riders. This is also on AO3.
And it is under the read more.
Astrid growled. Just going to the supermarket to buy groceries meant she was confronted with the tabloid fodder that was currently proclaiming how she was cheating on one of her partners with four other people. Right there, as she was trying to check out. What trash! Not wanting to take it out on the retail clerk who had nothing to do with the tabloid’s contents, Astrid took a deep breath before she completed her transaction.
It bothered her immensely to see those telephoto shots of her on a date with one of her partners, or kissing them, and then seeing a headline that said, “Trouble in Paradise?” or “Astrid Cheats Repeatedly!!!” or “Astrid Has Multiple Affairs!” or some other version of a clickbait title except with magazines.
Maybe she should have Fishlegs shop for groceries. He was fantastic at this sort of thing.
She could have stayed at home, cuddling with some of them. It was much preferable than being confronted by incredibly judgmental and highly inaccurate nonsense.
At least all her partners knew it was garbage.
They knew the truth, and ultimately, that was most important.
But… ugh, she didn’t want to be seen as a cheater, because it was categorically wrong.
Plus, as a celebrity, she had to maintain a certain reputation, and unfortunately, she was beholden to public opinion in the way that only famous people are. And given that she used multiple social media accounts, she had to deal with that as well.
She was currently ignoring her social media accounts.
“How was grocery shopping?” Fishlegs asked, later, as everyone worked to get their groceries put away.
“Fine. It would have been great except for tabloids!” Astrid exclaimed. “You were right, you should have gone instead.”
“I don’t take pleasure in being right about that,” Fishlegs said.
She probably would have kissed him or he probably would have kissed her if they didn’t have bags full of groceries in their arms.
“You didn’t run into any paparazzi?” Hiccup asked, putting away various canned food items.
“I’d be happy to punch some for you,” Snotlout said, sticking various frozen meat items in the freezer.
“Same!” Ruffnut exclaimed. “I’m always willing to fight paparazzi.”
“Yes, I certainly saw some inside and outside the store, but I don’t think it’d be good publicity if my partners fought the paparazzi,” Astrid said. She released a sigh.
“We could always flip the bird on our dates,” Ruffnut said.
“Flipping the bird!” Tuffnut exclaimed.
“Or yell at Internet commenters,” Snotlout said.
“Oh, let me guess, the Internet’s talking about my love life too?” Astrid said. She growled. She did not want to deal with that. Far too overwhelming. The Internet could be overwhelming for anyone, but for a famous person? Even more so.
Once the groceries were put away, Astrid sat on their lovely large couch, and was surrounded by her partners.
Astrid sighed happily, snuggling close to them. She felt calm and safe and her worries drifted away.
This was short-lived.
Whoops.
Checking her email was not fun. Ugh.
She didn’t want to deal with this.
She was tired of the assumption of cheating.
And the way people treated women who they assumed were cheating really made her furious.
She yelled at her computer.
She wanted to take her computer mouse and throw it at the wall, letting it shatter—
“Astrid, Internet blackout, remember!” Fishlegs shouted from another room.
“They’re being misogynistic!” she exclaimed. “And they’re wrong!”
A few moments later, Fishlegs entered the room she was in, and gently moved his hand to indicate to come with him.
“Let’s go meditate, hmm?” Fishlegs asked in a calming, soothing voice.
“I don’t want to meditate; I want to yell at people on the Internet!” Astrid exclaimed.
“That’s not gonna help, you know that?” Fishlegs said softly. “Come on, we’ll all meditate together. It’ll be nice and soothing.”
And it was.
And it provided help to her situation because she realized she had a simple solution to it.
Considering that she lived in a world where celebrities, such as herself, had social media accounts where they could sound off on their topic of choice, usually to promote their work and to interact with fans.
She could easily just… come out with the actual truth, instead of letting the tabloids say whatever they want. She was allowed to do that. She would talk to her partners about it first, obviously. Just to make sure no one was outed without their consent.
Thus, while they were relaxing together, she said, “So, I’ve been thinking about this whole… the tabloids and such think I’m a cheating whore situation.”
There was definite negative reaction to the slur.
“Yes, I know they’re misogynist jerks,” Astrid said. “Moving on. I think the best course of action would be if I released a statement, written or video, that is me saying: actually, I am a polyamorous person, and those five people? They’re all my partners. It’s all above-board, they all know about each other, and are dating each other as well. The twins are not dating each other, obvi, blah blah blah.”
She saw Hiccup in particular nod in response, clearly thinking it made sense. Fishlegs looked to be thinking.
“I won’t do it unless you all agree,” Astrid said.
“No pressure,” Ruffnut said, in a teasing, joking tone. She paused and then added, “But all joking aside, I agree with you doing that.”
“Same, actually,” Tuffnut said.
“Yeah,” Snotlout said. “Do it.”
“It’s bothering you, I think it might make you feel better, so I think you should do it,” Fishlegs said. He looked over to Hiccup.
They all did.
“I have no problems with it. You should do it. And I definitely agree with Fishlegs. It might make you feel better,” Hiccup said.
“And I think we’re all in agreement that we want you to feel better,” Fishlegs said. He smiled at her.
They all smiled at her, in that way that made her feel so loved five times over.
As a result, Astrid took some time to write out a statement. The statement was meant to be a statement that could be used with or without a video complement. Whilst she definitely had some strong opinions about the media and the press (especially paparazzi), she avoided spending much time on addressing them, since their behavior was generally unlikely to change. She already had a good idea of the media’s response.
“Astrid Hofferson Breaks Silence!”
They did that a lot. Especially in the wake of celebrity deaths and responses of celebrities to that death.
Once she had prepared a statement that she felt was satisfactory she had her partners read it so they could give her any feedback they might have had.
And once she was fully satisfied with that statement, she set it aside and put it where she could reference it while she made a video.
“A lot has been written recently about my romantic life. Which, despite the fact that I am a very famous person, I still have a right to privacy. But I still would like to clarify some things, as what has been written is wrong. So, those five people I’ve been seen kissing in paparazzi photos? Those are all my romantic partners. My name is Astrid Hofferson and I am polyamorous. These five people all know about each other, and with the exception of the set of twins I am dating, also date each other. So that’s about the sum of that.”
Included in her statement was a brief description of polyamory from the Internet, complete with a source so that people who didn’t really understand it could do research on their own. In addition to that, she had hired a professional photographer to take some great photographs of her and her partners, together, smiling and happy. The main purpose of the photo session was to share pictures of her partners and herself on her social media platforms but the gang was incredibly happy and excited with the work the photographer did, that they made sure to get framed versions of the photos to hang in their home and digital versions to keep in their phones.
(for @polyshipprompts poly shipping week’s 4th day, with the theme being “AU”, and here I present you the three fools in: Stardust AU (aka self-indulgent au to the Max);
Wren, of course, belongs to @doubleexposureofacalmbadger )
Characters: Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Clint is Not a Hero, Laura is A Hero, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Phone Calls & Telephones, Polyamory, Polyship Week, day 4: au
← Previous Work Part 4 of the Polyship Week 2018 series
Summary: Clint has just gotten Nathaniel to sleep when the phone rings
Written for Day 4 of polyship week run by @polyshipprompts !
Clint had finally gotten Nathaniel to sleep by the time the house phone rang. He glanced over at the sleeping infant to see if the noise had woken him, but fortunately, it did not. With a sigh of relief, he made to answer the phone in the kitchen.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Clint,” he could hear the smirk in Laura’s voice.
“Laura,” he sighed out in relief, glad to hear the voice of one of the mothers of his children. “Are you okay? How is Nat?”
“Hey, babe,” Nat said, meaning Laura had him on speaker phone.
“How are my girls?”
“Alive,” Laura replied cryptically.
“That doesn’t bode well.”
“Yeah, well…” Nat trailed off, “We’re gonna need a little fixing up.”
“Are you heading back here?” he tried not to get his hopes up.
“We’re trying,” Laura said. “Nat’s driving and I’m trying to stitch some things up on myself.”
“SHIELD’s trying to kill you guys,” Clint grit out.
“Clint,” Laura said patiently, rehashing old ground, “you know this is our job. You knew that when you married us.”
“I preferred it when I thought you guys had boring desk jobs.”
“Oh, you know that’s no fun!” Nat called. “You could always join up too, you know.”
“Then who would take care of the kids?” Clint smirked, loosening a little.
The humor of the situation was what kept them all sane. Nat didn’t respond since there was no real clear answer there. Even if Clint wanted to, even if he had any spying skills or training with weapons—which he didn’t—someone had to be there to keep together the family the three of them had made together. Traveling with them could be fun if that didn’t mean all three of them were in mortal danger.
“How are they all doing, Clint?” Laura asked.
“They’re doing great.” Clint smiled. “Lila got an A on her spelling test. Cooper has been keeping up with his homework. All quiet on the western front.”
“Yay!” Nat said at the same time that Laura said “Good.”
It was nice to hear their voices.
“Will you guys be home for dinner?”
“I think we’ll make it back by then,” Nat said since she was the one driving.
He didn’t know if that meant she was speeding, but, knowing her, she likely was.
“I’ll make sure I put on dinner,” he said.
“Looking forward to it!” Nat smirked. She loved his cooking.
“We’ll be home soon,” Laura assured, “We love you!”
“I love you both too!” he said and then they hung up.
He felt a thrill of excitement rush through him at the thought of his wives coming back home as he went to check what kinds of ingredients they had for dinner.
*shows up to polyship week (@polyshipprompts) a day late with fluff*
prompt: Person B and person C have the same hobby. Person A feels left out so B and C decide to show them their precious hobby so A won’t feel lonely anymore.
summary: Obi-wan and Anakin give Padme some basic lightsaber training
read here on ao3 or under the cut!
Padme’s hand wrapped around the lightsaber, weighing it carefully. She had held Anakin’s before (and had been stuck carrying it in her sleeve for hours while being held hostage by a bounty hunter), and she knew that they were heavier than they looked.
She took a moment to feel the weight of Obi-wan’s saber, his life in her hands, turning it over and admiring the craftsmanship. He wasn’t the mechanical genius that Anakin was, but his lightsaber was beautifully made.
“Turn it on,” Obi-wan prompted gently. Padme felt around for the button, and the blade sprang to life, casting its familiar blue glow about the room. Anakin ignited his blade a moment later, standing patiently to the side and watching them.
Obi-wan stepped behind her, and she felt his arms come around her, hands folding over hers to correct her grip.
“Perfect,” he said. “There’s a good two-handed grip, and then to hold it one handed...” He moves her left hand off of the hilt, and held the saber with his left as he guided her right hand into place with the other. “There, like that. Can you feel how it’s balanced in your hand?”
“I think so.” She was pretty sure she did. It was very different from a blaster, but she thought it felt like how it was probably supposed to.
Anakin nodded approvingly, his eyes shining with excitement at sharing this with Padme. Obi-wan pressed a kiss to her cheek before taking a couple of steps back to give her room.
“Alright,” said Anakin, stepping one foot back into a ready stance. “Here’s how you want to stand: one foot back, knees bent, saber up.”
Padme mirrored him, returning her hands to the two handed grip, sliding her right foot back and keeping her knees buoyant. Her expression was serious and focused. She glanced up at him when she thought she had it right.
“You’re legs are too straight,” Obi-wan commented from behind her. “It’s a bit more of a crouch.”
Anakin frowned. “Obi-wan,” he complained, his voice tone somewhere between scolding and whining. “Don’t nitpick, she’s doing fine.”
“It’s fine, Ani,” Padme said, diligently following Obi-wan’s instructions. “I want to be perfect.”
“You don’t need to be perfect,” Obi-wan assured her, at the same time as Anakin said, “You are perfect.”
Padme couldn’t help but laugh, lowering the blade. Her adorable, sappy boys. “Gods, I love you both,” she said, still grinning. They both laughed along with her.
“Alright,” she said, lowering back into the stance, “show me what to do next.”
Gods, I want to do I Want It That Way for this prompt but How Did I Fall In Love With You is a song LITERALLY ABOUT FRIENDS TO LOVERS and gods, yes, it’d fit with the OT6 but like... I Want It That Way is a bop and definitely would be a karaoke choice.
Plus... HDIFILWY is a ballad. Ahh, I just love the Backstreet Boys music so much.
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only just saw this but i'm actually having the same issue myself lmao. i just ended up trying to write for all or most of them (because i had this issue for multiple different days) and the first one i didn't get stuck on is the one i finished
Yeah, that’s a fair way to deal with it.
Plus, I pretty much only chose fluff prompts, heh. So there’s a part of me that’s like GOTTA FINISH BY 16 July even though eh, I have a whole week to finish.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Ultimate Spider-Man (Cartoon)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Peter Parker/Sam Alexander/Petra Parker
Characters: Sam Alexander, Peter Parker, Petra Parker, Nova, Spider-Man, Spider-Woman
Additional Tags: Fluff, Prompt Fill, Tumblr Prompt, PolyshipPrompts Week 2016
Summary:
Fluff for PolyshipPrompts blog on tumblr, even if day one was yesterday. Sigh.
Prompt:
Imagine person A and B of your OT3 are already asleep in bed when person C gets home from working late. Does C snuggle up next to one of them? Try to squeeze their way into the middle? Sleep in another room to avoid waking them? Or maybe just jump on the bed as conspicuously as possible and beg for attention?
