Poly141 Week 2024
A collection of works highlighting the relationship of TF141! This is hosted by AetherMoose & BerriUsagi! Prompts can be found on both twitter and bluesky:
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A collection of works for Poly141 Week.
Prompt challenge hosted by AetherMoose and myself!
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A collection of works surrounding the relationship of Task Force 141!
Prompt challenge hosted by BerriUsagi and myself!
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This place had been his own little secret for so many years—somewhere he could think, could breathe, far away from the bustle of endless missions and the lives depending on him.
And now, it would be their secret—all five of them. Tonight ended up being the perfect night, with the waxing crescent moon a sliver in the sky, the Milky Way glittering overhead as wind rustled the needles of the few trees nearby. They'd be together under a vast, midnight canvas dotted with stars. He couldn't think of a better way to celebrate their first anniversary—and in a way that amazed him. A full year had passed since they first met Sparrow, since they'd taken her under their metaphorical wings and preened her feathers until they shone brighter than the galaxies.
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A year has passed since Sparrow met the loves of her life. Price plans a bit of a surprise for them all to mark the milestone.
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Poly141 Week Day 7 — Anniversary
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- Part 7 of Poly141 Week 2024
- Part 7 of little bird
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"MacTavish! Care to share with the rest of the class?" Murphy's voice boomed across the room, freezing Soap in place. Within a second, all eyes in the room focused on him, leaving shame to burn through his entire body.
"Just—tryin' to keep it light," Soap managed a weak laugh at his words, though it ended in a wince as he realized how thick his accent became. His smile faltered as his brain scrambled to find a better reply, or a way out without making a fool of himself, or something—
"Shut up, Soap." Murphy's growl cut through the air like a whip, low and sharp as he bared his alpha fangs. "We're about to go on a mission, now's not the time for your bloody stand-up routine. Keep it professional for once."
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or: an omegaverse spin on the ‘shut up, soap’ trope, where soap has a very, very bad time.
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Poly141 Week Day 6 — Miscommunication
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- Part 6 of Poly141 Week 2024
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You’re not sure when you stopped seeking human contact. It might’ve been from the sharp sting of cruel hands as a child, or the way something as simple as kindness became transactional. It didn’t stop the craving of it all, to have someone preen your feathers and hold you close, to keep you safe and reassure you when scared.
But touch only brings pain and obligation.
At least, until you met them.
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Four times you reached out for them—tentative, touch-starved, and aching for closeness—and the first time they pulled you close and didn't let go.
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Poly141 Week Day 5 — Stolen Touches
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- Part 5 of Poly141 Week 2024
- Part 4 of little bird