#pre poly

[thatoneautisticshark]

Price groaned, rubbing his eyes and blinking hard. Working on his paperwork was increasingly hard when he was seeing double and everything felt like it was spinning.

Sure he'd only recently got home from the 2 week long mission. But paperwork wouldn't do itself, he didn't want to do this when he woke up.

Besides, he'd had the sniffles all day. If he went to bed now, he'd likely wake up fully sick, and then he couldn't do shit. All he needed to do was get this all done then he could rest in peace.

Price glanced at the massive pile left. Yeahhh, this was gonna take all night. But he couldn't sic it on the boys, they needed to rest after the long mission.

He sighed, resigning to finish this. It only took half an hour more before his vision was blurring further, black spots dancing in and out of his sight.

It took him an embarrassingly long time to work out that the noise he was hearing was a knock on the door, and not an auditory hallucination.

“Come in” he called, wincing slightly at the rasp of his voice. He was definitely coming down sick.

The hulking great figure of Simon filled his vision, clearly having showered, in fresh clothes and a plain black balaclava.

He couldn't help immediately feeling a little scolded. He knew Simon came here to check on him. Simon had known him years longer then the other two, and naturally knew of his…. Less than healthy habits.

His lieutenants eyes narrowed “Go shower” he scolded, softly.

Prices nose immediately scrunched. “I'm fine, Si. I will, I just need to finish this.”

His words were not enough to get Simon off his back. “Go shower now, and sleep….. sir”

Price shot him a look. His tacking sir belatedly on the end of the sentence did not make it a respectful way to talk to his superior.

“I am fine, Lieutenant. You d-” He cut himself off, body apparently deciding now was the perfect time to burst into a coughing fit, chest heaving. The coughs dry and loud, making his throat hurt.

Simon immediately moved to his side, rubbing the captains back with a worried look on his face. However he couldn't resist a snide comment “Case in point, you need to rest.”

Price clumsily stuck up the middle finger as he caught his breath, huffing slightly, headache worse now. “ ‘m fine”

He then let out an undignified squeak as Simon seemed to decide to take it into his own hands, picking up Price with ease and slinging him over his shoulder.“OI! What the bloody hell are you doing you Muppet!?”

Simon simply hummed, walking out the door. “You need to rest. If you won't rest off your own accord, I will make you rest.”

Price growled, trying to avoid to worse dizziness at being moved, and how warm Simons bare hands were. “Bloody lotta good it'll do if you are bringing me away from my bed!”

Simon gave him a withering look. “If I were to make you rest in your own bed. You would get back up when I left, no? Therefore I am bringing you to my room”

Price huffs unable to really combat that statement, dizzy and exhausted, he just allowed Simon to carry him, albeit pouting slightly.

Simon was incredibly warm and comfortable and Price was so tired, so he just let him self be carried.

He did have to hide a slight snicker when Simon walked by Johnny and Kyle. Afterall he just considered this normal, with how well he and Simon knew each other.

But the other two boys had never seen this, and were probably baffled that Simon was walking round with the captain over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Still he didn't have the energy to argue as Simon carried him into him room, setting him on the bed, before laying on him, much like a stubborn cat.

He knew price would try and get up otherwise, so he simply laid on him. And sure, price was a little peeved, he did have work to do, but he was comfy.

The door creaked open, soap quietly peaking his head in. “Wha tha hell?”

Simon raised his head at that. “He is sick and still trying to work. A dumb arse.”

Price resisted the urge to groan as both Soap and Gaz entered the room, clearly ready to scold him.

Apparently none of the boys were keen on letting him back to work. Gaz took all the work, finishing it up, and Johnny also curled up with Simon, pinning price to the bed, after making food to ensure he ate.

Price knew he really should be annoyed… but he was in a cuddle sandwich of hot men, so he wasn't complaining.

[meushell]

Siblings with Benefits

Mature • 5,500 Words • Poly • Fluff • Fun • Sex

The Ships • Einar / Odette | Jaydin / Nelay’an | Cordesh • Per’sus & Odette | Jaydin & Nelay’an | Cordesh • Einar | Per’sus

@fourormore

Four or More 2025 Fic-a-thon Prompt

“Creator's Choice of Fandom, including Original Work

Group kink discovery!

- Bonus if the kink is undernegotiated - Double bonus if someone cries during the scene

DNW: piss, scat, emeto or electricity. Otherwise, go wild!”

100 Ships Prompt • #93 • Punch 🤜🏻

Four or More Bingo • Limits 🙅🏼‍♂️

@gateathonworks Prompts June • Zatnik’atel ⚡️ August • Friends with Benefits 🕺🏼🕺🏻💃🏼 August • Tollan ☀️ August • Camping 🏕️ September • Sunset 🌅

@polyamships

Photo Credit…

• The forest is from Unsplash. • Cordesh and Per’sus are the same actors who played them, though from different shows. • For Jaydin, I used Clémence Poesy.

Siblings with Benefits (5500 words) by Meushell Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate SG-1 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cordesh/Jaydin/Per’sus’ Host, Cordesh & Jaydin & Per’sus Characters: Per’sus, Cordesh, Jaydin (Stargate) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, One Shot, Slice of Life, Fluff, Sex, Some grief, Love, Symbiotic Relationship, Sibling Bonding, Friends With Benefits, Siblings With Benefits, F/M/M, Age Difference, Outdoor Sex, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Double Penetration, Drinking, Celebrations, Alien Culture, Reflection, Self-Doubt, Camping, Hair-pulling, Aftercare, Past Trauma, Poly, Tok’ra, 100ships Challenge, GATEathon Works Summary: After some playful teasing from his lovers, Einar, Tok’ra host to Per’sus, begins what he thinks is a normal day…work, work, and more work. As it turns out, Per’sus and the lovers have a fun surprise for him.

My Bingo

Earlier Concepts and the cover without words.

[theothermaidoftarth]

The Favoured

Pre-Cregan/Baela/Jace

Rating: T

Warning: non-graphic violence

Cregan liked to think he had the measure of the Crown Prince but his betrothed was more of a mystery to him. One he found himself keen to solve now he had her in his sights.

The young heir to the Iron Throne was racing like the wind, following the winding river of the Wendwater through the kingswood. Jacaerys Velaryon reminded Cregan none so much of a dog chasing after a thrown bone. The Lord of Winterfell had been two weeks in King’s Landing thus far, accompanied by sundry lords of the north, all come to swear oaths of fealty to the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, this boy’s mother. The Crown Prince had invited Lord Stark to hunt with him and now that was done he bade them accompany him onwards. Onwards to what Cregan knew not for the wind had snatched at his last words. It would not be ambush nor some other trickery for the party was small, Targaryen red and black far overwhelmed by northern colours. He was a dragon on his lonesome. Nor did the prince have a treacherous bone in his body, besides; his face as plain to read as the stars in a night sky. He did seem to be leading them somewhere, or at least had a destination in mind, spurring his horse faster that very moment. It was usual for such zest and focus to be seen in men during the hunt, not just after it. For a moment his brother lived again; Willam used to ride like that and walk like that and live like that — like there was nothing he wanted to miss, nothing he would not know the secret of.

Riding beside him, Osric Cerwyn echoed his thoughts with a laugh. “And there was I thinking the hunt was done. Think you he seeks something? His lost lady love, mayhaps?”

“I had not known she was lost.” Except to the ways of propriety. A harsh thought he knew but a true one nonetheless for the breeches-wearing noblewoman who regularly flouted her duty to take to the streets of Flea Bottom. Arra would have liked her; she was ever one to know the story of another, travellers most of all. And from what he knew of Prince Daemon’s eldest daughter, Lady Baela Targaryen was a perpetual traveller. “I have no home,” she told Cerwyn, who had warmed to her almost at once, he with his own outward looking nature and weakness for a comely face. No home. Not Driftmark, not the Red Keep nor Dragonstone? A year into her reign, would she mount her dragon and ride away to Pentos, the city of her birth where she spent the first ten years of her life? Would the lives of her people ever take root in her heart, or would she flit from pillar to post like her father, beholden to nothing and no one? Cregan had not spent much time in the Prince Consort’s presence either but he had heard tales enough to last him a lifetime.

He saw the man’s daughter now up ahead, lolling in a glade by the river playing a card game with a few men-at-arms dressed in aquamarine blue and silver. Velaryon household knights. She had some loyalty to her mother’s house then. Raised amongst them as ward, how not? She spoke with them easily, as if they were themselves lords. Nay, she spoke with them more merrily than she did with most lords. She and Jacaerys shared an aversion for the southron court and its rigmarole and strictures, its pomp and pageantry. But where the latter came by it through an unpretentious nature ill-suited to the snake’s pit of King’s Landing, was it so with his lady?

She wore a riding tunic and breeches, her silver curls cropped to her chin — scandalously short for a noblewoman but she did so love to ride and fly, he heard. As the three men drew nearer upon their horses, she said something that made the household knights smirk and snicker. Too familiar, he thought. Is it not good for a lord to know his knights so? She is no lord. No ordinary lady either. Daughter of a king who gave up his crown, raised by one who could have been queen, betrothed to one who would be king in time. No, no ordinary lady was this girl. No ordinary family did she hail from. Targaryens took to the skies upon winged beasts of destruction, and in their arrogance some had named them for gods of the land they hailed from — Balerion, Vhagar, Syrax. What was Lady Baela’s called? He couldn’t recall in that instant. Could she be more Alysanne than Visenya? Many were the tales of the Good Queen who had charmed Cregan’s dour grandsire Alaric and sundry other northern lords, held women’s courts for high and lowborn and rode a draconic mount simply named Silverwing. But Daemon was no Aenys.

Baela’s own great uncle Vaemond had spoken treason, accusing the then-crown princess’ eldest sons of being bastards, no true Velaryons, an offence punishable only by taking the speaker’s tongue. Twas all the king demanded of the Velaryon lord but after cutting him down from behind — not even looking him in the eyes, letting him know his death was upon him — the prince they called Lord Fleabottom said, he can keep his tongue. It was said Lady Baela had a similar penchant for such jests; an earthy, almost indecent sense of humour. Was that what she whispered to make them laugh in such ways? Cregan looked to Prince Jacaerys. If any would know, surely it would be he. He was a dutiful young man, unlikely to approve of such things. Cregan was struck by the way he gazed upon her. A gentle happiness, as fragile as if he cupped a newborn bird between his hands.

He knew Lady Baela better than Cregan, better than rumour. Would a girl who had danced upon the tabletops of a brothel possibly make him look so?

“Prince Jacaerys. Lord Stark. Lord Cerwyn. And dinner for the next week. Well met, all of you.”

Gazing upon his fond mirth felt too intimate, like Cregan was intruding upon a private moment. He had been seeking her then. Cerwyn slanted him a look of smug amusement, as if to say: did I not tell you? As they dismounted, Jacaerys said, “You look more happy to see the boar, my lady.”

“Not as happy as Moondancer would be.”

Moondancer, odd name for a god, Cregan thought dryly. The name had nothing reminiscent of Old Valyria at all.

“You should have seen him while he lived.” Jacaerys smiled at Cregan, who nodded back, an echo of a smile on his face in turn. “It was a glorious effort to bring him down but we managed.”

Her gaze dipped down momentarily to her hand. “Yes, I suppose there would be a sort of glory.”

Cregan spoke then, smoothing a hand down his horse’s nose. “You do not sound wholly convinced, Lady Baela.”

She appraised him intently. He had not had occasion to be so close to her before, not in so intimate and casual a setting. He felt a pang within him, like a bell had been rung too close, soundless but reverberating through him all the same. “You have the right of it, I confess — I am not. I hardly credit hunting to be some great pastime.” She spoke easily as if she had not just slighted what was indeed the greatest sport known to man.

“I would have thought otherwise.”

The corner of her mouth tipped up slightly. “From my attire and lack of side-saddle? Appearances deceive, my lord.” She hadn’t yet looked away, neither had he. The strange feeling deepened. Small wonder when he hadn’t had anything to eat over the past three hours save dried strips of beef, two boiled eggs and a handful of berries. “Do try to ride an ordinary saddle in skirts and tell me how you fare. Certes I do not fare well in a hunt; the chase is a thrill, yes, but the interminable wait afore then, less so. Hawking, now, is much more of a delight. Or a tourney.” Jacaerys groaned under his breath drawing her half-smile out into a broader curve as her gaze dipped down again to her cards. Ah, yes, another rumoured transgression: performing in the coronation tourney under the guise of a mystery knight. No rumour by the prince’s reaction. She is not as those who came before her. He liked to think he had the measure of the Crown Prince but his betrothed was more of a mystery to him. One he found himself keen to solve now he had her in his sights. Baela fiddled with the corner of one of her playing cards with a musing frown he was half sure was in jest. Absently, absurdly, he found himself missing her smile.

“Has Princess Rhaenys forgiven you for that yet?” Jacaerys asked.

“I’d say so.” She looked up at the young prince and winked. “She never stays angry with me for long.”

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[blacclotusss]

Love to Love You Baby

"Mr. Macon…"

Jonah's glimmering mahogany eyes meet Louis' and he can't help but to match the man's smile and bring him into a hug.

"Mr. du Lac…been a while. Ain't seen you since Europe and before that was when you turned me under the moonlight on the Bayou. I didn't think I'd see you until the new century with the way you move."

Louis arms slide down to Jonah's shoulders and massages them a little, "I'm sorry, Jo. I just…I just needed to get out of there. That experience was tearing away at me."

"You ever gon' tell me about it?"

"Maybe…if you promise to spend the night with me."

Inspired by this lovely work by @thevampprincex

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[datdamteamleo]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rohan had been able to hide his feelings and deal with it all pretty well for a long while, but everything changed when Okuyasu asked Josuke out.

[thatoneautisticshark]

In my hours long scrolls I blackout so sorry if you've done this but I can't remember seeing it 😭

But I'd love to hear how you think how protectiveness/possessiveness manifests in each of them 🥰 do they get mad at the offender? Do they go up and start peacocking? Or even do they just save it for a terrifying encounter later between them and whoever started shit? Would it vary depending on who it's related to or is it a blanket reaction of "oh disrespect one of my boyfriends? Enjoy missing teeth :)". I genuinely enjoy reading your thoughts on their personalities 🧡

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okay I haven't done this! I don't usually do too much with possessivness, not really my jam, they trust their partner,and don't care to greatly.

They will however later mock it, like teasing "Ooohh Johnny's getting all the girls is he?"

However they definitely do get protective, if someone who is flirting is pushing boundaries.

Johnny is ready to fight, fists flying if need be.

Simon is pretty easy, he is intimidating just by existing.

Price kisses his partner, tugging them against his chest all very loud "How are you darling? Is that so love?"

Gaz stared the person in the face and asks if they value their organs.

[meushell]

Sometimes Traditional, Sometimes Not

Teen • Poly • 3,000 Words • Fluff • Courtship

@gateathonworks Prompt • Musky 🪨

@fourormore Bingo Prompt • Old Fashioned

The Ship • Sam Carter / Tian “Toma” | Delek / Martouf / Lantash

Bingo Card and Photo Credit Below…

Photos:

• Sebastian Spence, Sam, and Martouf with Tok’ra tunnels in background. • The main background is roses and gold texture, both from Unsplash.

Sometimes Traditional, Sometimes Not (3000 words) by Meushell Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate SG-1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sam Carter/Martouf/Lantash/Delek Characters: Sam Carter, Delek, Martouf | Lantash, The Tok’ra, SG-1 Team Additional Tags: One Shot, Fluff, Romance, Friendship, Pre-OT3, F/M/M, Developing Relationship, Established Relationship, First Kiss, Old-Fashioned, Cultural Differences, Injury, Healing, Tok’ra, Delek Is Adorkable, GATEathon Works Series: Part 4 of Hijinks and Drama Summary: “You need an injury to heal if you are to learn.” He lifted his arm up toward her. “Now heal him.” “I could make it worse.” “I will not allow your mistakes to harm Toma,” he replied with confidence. ~~ Delek helps Sam learn how to use a healing device while also hoping to pursue a relationship with her, Martouf, and Lantash. (Standalone)