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Broken glass

Genderbent Rumi x reader

Chapter three: in the wings

The stage elevator hummed quietly as it descended, soft white lights casting a glow over the mirrored walls. Rei, Miran, and Zion stood inside, still catching their breath from the performance.

“Did we just see gold?” Rei asked, his voice filled with disbelief and awe. He leaned back against the wall, eyes wide, replaying the moment in his head. But also worry over his dear friend.

Miran grinned, pushing his bubblegum-pink hair back from his forehead. “Yeah,” he said, still a little breathless. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing it.”

Zion bounced on the balls of his feet, practically glowing. “It’s so exciting!”

Rei straightened up, his concerned face slowly morphing into something more determined. “Okay. You know what this means.” He looked between the other two, lowering his voice slightly. “It’s time to release the song.”

“Yes!” Miran nearly shouted, then quickly quieted down. “It’s finally time!”

Zion clapped his hands once, unable to hide his glee. “We’re gonna turn it gold. Yay! The moment we waited for! And with (y/n)’s help, it'll be easy as pie!”

“Yeah, it will!” Miran exclaimed as the two high-fived. 

Rei opened his mouth to object, but then abruptly coughed, one hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Whoa,” he rasped. “That was weird.”

Zion tilted his head in concern. “Good thing we’re taking a break.”

“Yeah,” Miran said, eyes narrowing slightly as he gave Rei a once-over. “Sounds like you need the rest.”

Rei gave them a weak smile, his voice quieter now. “Yeah… just need a little water.”

The elevator doors chimed as they reached the next floor. The door opens to reveal Bobby and many others. 

“Did someone say water?” Bobby called, with a smile.

“Hi, Bobby!” The boys chorused in unison as they swiftly exited the elevator. 

“Water, now!” Bobby ordered dramatically, when suddenly three different bottles of open water with straws in them were distributed to the three idols. Quickly stepping out of the elevator they were swarmed with people, some fixing hair, some make-up, some taking their jackets and replacing them with robes, all while they kept walking forward with Bobby. 

“What a way to end the world tour! That finale with the guy in the demon suit exploding into confetti?” He shook his head, clearly still reeling. “Genius. Absolute genius.”

“So chill.” One of the stagehands who was holding a plate of kimbap for Zion complimented him. 

“Those special effects looked amazing,” Said one of the other workers who was attending Zion.

At the comment Miran smirked, exchanging a quick look with Zion. “Yeah. ‘Special effects.’” He confirmed with a playful tone as a makeup artist touched up his face and another was looking over his nails.  

Bobby was already pulling out his phone, jabbing at the screen with enthusiasm. “This will break the bank, but look at these social numbers! They’re off the charts! ” He said, showing them the ratings. “And to celebrate, I booked you a week-long staycation at the fanciest, most exclusive relaxation resort in Korea.” He explained with a smile before Miran stopped him. 

“Sorry, Bobby. We already have plans.”

Bobby blinked, a look of shock growing across his face. “What? What plans?”

Zion stepped forward, eyes wide with mock seriousness. “We got the hottest ticket in town.”

Miran and Zion pointed dramatically at each other, then shouted in sync, “To our couch!”

“Couch! Couch! Couch!” they chanted, pumping their fists up and down in unison.

Rei gave them both a look, but he was smiling at their antics nonetheless. “Bobby, really you should go enjoy the resort. This tour’s been grueling for everyone. You deserve it.” He smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

Bobby blinked, touched for half a second then broke into a wide grin. “Me? Oh no. I couldn’t possibly…. Just kidding. Robe me. I’m a thirty-four short.”

He threw up a peace sign to no one in particular, spinning toward the hallway. “See you in a couple of weeks, boys!” He shouted suddenly in a robe and with his hair up in a towel. 

“Bye, Bobby!” The group called after him.

Rei and the three watched him leave as his two friends turned around to keep walking once more. “Alright! Two weeks of vacation!” Miran exclaimed with a contented sigh. 

“Hmmm. Yes. Vacation…” Rei said, bringing his pointer fingers together like he was plotting something before he paused, scanning the crowd backstage. His face twisted into worry as he remembered what happened. “Wait… where’s (Y/N)?”

At the question the others turned, realizing they hadn’t seen her since the beginning of the show. 

Zion tilted his head. “She was right next to Bobby earlier… I saw her in the wings.”

Miran looked around. “Maybe she went back to the dressing room?”

Rei didn’t answer. He was already moving, weaving through the crowd till a familiar voice caught their attention. 

“Now, now, don’t you go, worrying about me,” came a familiar voice, calm and teasing.

Rei turned quickly, the tension in his shoulders easing in an instant.

“I’m here.”

There she was (Y/N), standing casually in the doorway with her arms folded, her clipboard now nowhere in sight. Her (h/l), (h/c) hair falling gently over her shoulders, a warm smile playing on her lips.

“(N/N)!” Miran and Zion shouted in unison, immediately rushing over.

She laughed as Zion practically tackled her, bringing her into one of his iconic hugs. “Hey, you two! Nice work out there!” she laughed, before Zion let her go and she raised her hand.

Miran eagerly met her high-five. “You saw that kick move, right?”

“Are you kidding? You were killing it!” (Y/N) grinned, then turned to Zion.

He was already raising both hands for his own victory moment. “I didn’t mess up the tempo, did I?” he asked, still buzzing from the adrenaline.

She clapped his hands with hers. “What!? No! And you were so nervous about the rap for nothing! That was fire, Zion. Seriously!”

Zion flushed, glowing under the praise. “Aw thanks, (N/N)... I kinda blacked out halfway through.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously. 

Miran nudged him. “Then you blacked out in rhythm.” He joked, laughter bubbling up between the three of them, a warm lightness settling over them, much different then the chaos of battle and performance from earlier. But it didn't last long.

“Huntrix!” one of the stagehands called making all three turn. “We need mics from you before you leave.” the crew member. 

“Well, I guess that’s our cue!” Zion said with a smile. 

“Yeah, cmon let's get this over with so we can get home to Couch.” Miran groaned with exaggerated seriousness.

“To our couch!” Zion announced again, throwing an arm around Miran as the two began their victory march toward the tech team. 

“Couch! Couch!” they chanted in unison, pumping their fists into the air as they walked off, neither noticing that Rei did not follow.

That left only Rei and (Y/N) behind.

The room grew quieter, softer, almost… awkward?

That is until Rei took a step toward her. His eyes softened in the way they had since they were kids, the same look he used to give her whenever she tried to laugh through scraped knees or hospital beds…

“Hey… are you doing okay, (N/N)?”

She tilted her head, forcing her brightest smile. “Yup. I’m okay.”

He didn’t answer right away. He never did when he was worried. Instead, he just studied her face, quiet and patient. 

“It’s just…” he lowered his voice, careful, like he always was with her. “I know what using your abilities can do. I’ve seen it. Remember?” he said gently, his voice low.

There was genuine worry behind his words, the kind she was used to brushing off. But this time, something about the way he said it made her heart flutter. Possibly because it reminded her of all those hard nights when she was hooked up to monitors, and he sat in the chair beside her bed, making silly faces just to make her laugh, the nights when he wore the same expression he had now.

“Rei…” she stepped in closer, resting a hand on his arm. “I’m fine.” 

She meant to sound convincing, to sound warm and happy and okay. I mean she had been practicing that tone for years. But she knew him too well, and if he was really listening. Then there was nothing she could do… much to Celine’s dismay.

“But thank you… for worrying about me, I mean,” she said quickly, and before he could question any further she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Rei froze, just for a second. His ears and neck flushed crimson, and he looked every bit like the little boy who used to stumble over his words whenever she teased him.

“I’ll see you at the apartment,” she added lightly, turning away before either of them could process what just happened.

He stood there with a faint, dazed smile tugging at his lips, watching her until she disappeared around the corner. Once she was gone he quickly found his bearings and made his way to find Miran and Zion.

But little did he know that the moment she was out of sight, (Y/N) gripped the wall for support, her fingers digging into the cold surface in an attempt to hold her upright. Her knees trembled dangerously, threatening to give out beneath her. Each one of her breaths came fast, shallow, and sharp, her struggling to draw in air. The glowing aura she’d channeled earlier left her drained, it left her weak… a lot weaker than she dared ever admit. The dizziness pressed in at the back of her head, the world spinning as if she were on a carnival ride, betraying the strength she pretended to have. Nevertheless, she forced herself to stay standing. No one could see this. Not Rei. Not anyone.

Her fingers trembled as she continued to clutch the wall, forcing herself to stand tall, forcing herself to wear the mask she’d created in her youth. 

The fatigue, the ache, had grown worse. But no matter what happened she would keep smiling through it, laughing through the dizziness, through the pain. 

Even if it killed her… she’d keep pretending she was fine. That was a promise.

(A/n): hello!!! We finally get to see some Rei x reader action in this chapter! Eeeekkkk! I'm so excited! Anyway I hope y'all like it! Don't forget to like and leave a comment!

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Broken glass

Genderbent Rumi X reader

Chapter two: a new approach

In the underworld, thousands of demons gathered in eerie silence, parting to make way for the trembling, lone surviving flight attendant from the plane. Her legs shook beneath her as she shuffled nervously down the dark path, every pair of demonic eyes locked on her with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Whimpers escaped her lips as she reached the base of a towering staircase leading to the throne of the Demon King. Just as she lifted her foot to the first step, red, glowing tendrils of energy lashed out, wrapping around her and dragging her violently upward.

In an instant, she was flung before the throne, dropped at the feet of the dancing crimson flames, where a deep, soothing voice emerged from the shadows.

“Let me guess. They got away again?” the voice said calmly the flames dancing with the tone of his voice.

“The Hunters, they're too strong.” She squeaked, her body trembling like a leaf.

“I understand.”

“You- You do?” She asked meekly, surprised at the response.

“I understand you are weak!” He yelled as flames sprung up around the demon, licking her skin leaving burns on the demon's skin as she writhed in agony. “Pathetic! Useless! All of you! Don't you idiots know? Once the Hunters turn the Honmoon gold, it's over for us!” the demon king yelled, his red flames growing larger and brighter causing all the demons to cower and cry in fear.

Then the gentle sound of strings being plucked caught everyone's attention.

“There once was a mighty demon king,” a voice chimed, cutting through the silence. The demons all turned toward the sound.

A dark figure stood atop a hongsalmun gate, a wide-brimmed hat shadowing his face as his hands plucked the strings of an instrument.

“Stop me if you’ve heard this one.”

Gently, he floated down from his perch, a massive blue demon tiger ascending from the fog and following behind his master as the crowd parted for him in apprehension. Step by step, he strode toward the king.

“He was in total control. He feasted on souls. The world trembled when he roared. But then some Hunters sang some songs, and now all he does is starve. Can’t touch a soul, his fire’s gone cold, just a whisper in the dark.”

As he reached the foot of the burning red flames, his song deepened, echoing against the cavernous underworld.

Jinu: Will he let the fire go out? Is this the end of him now? A dying king with a crumbling crown… will he let the fire go out?

he finished with a final pluck of his bipa.

“I let you keep that voice, Jinu. And you dare to mock me with it?” The voice questioned as four more demons appeared behind him.

“I'm not here to mock you. I'm here to help you. It's time for a new strategy. We fight the Hunters where they least expect it. Go after the very thing that powers the Honmoon. The fans.” He says as his friends fly to his side and pose.

“A demon boy band?” He laughs making the other demons laugh along as well wanting to be on the king's good side.

“What makes you think that could work?” He sneers and with a snap of Jinu’s fingers they all suddenly transformed showing new looks, pink hair, glowing orange eyes and slick lilac hair.

“Yeah. That's totally gonna work.” One of the demons mumbled.

“yeah. 100%.” His friend agreed with a nod.

“Okay…. I know you, Jinu. In four hundred years, you've never done a single thing that didn't serve yourself. What do you want?” The demon king asked, then a flash of Jinu's memories flashed across his mind but he quickly shook away before answering.

“The memories. I want them erased.”

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Broken glass

Genderbent Rumi X reader

Chapter one: how it’s done

A giant electric billboard glows across the skyline, displaying the trio of Huntrix striking a fierce pose, promoting their final concert in one of Korea’s largest arenas. Thousands of excited fans fill the plaza, the energy electric.

“Let's go, Huntrix!” The crowd chants, waving purple lightsticks and banners, dressed in official merch from head to toe.

“We love Huntrix!” Another set of fans shout into the camera interviewing them outside the arena.

The camera zooms in on the pink-haired male to the left, sporting a shaggy wolf-cut hairstyle.

“Miran's my favorite. He's the visual and lead dancer. Nobody can move like Miran.” A group of fans squeal towards the camera while they proudly show off their pink-themed Miran merch and banners.

“Apparently, he was the black sheep of his family.” A photo flashes on screen: a family portrait with the faces of the parents and older brother blurred, Miran the only clear one, scowling defiantly. Another image: Miran now older, in the same portrait even more looking even more defiant then in the first one.

“I don't know why, because he’s so cool.” A male fan said to the camera.

“Who else could wear a sleeping bag to the Met Gala?” Images flash again, Miran draped head-to-toe in a sleeping bag, striking poses on the iconic stairs.

“Yeah. He’s our role model.” Three teen girls with calm, cool expressions mimic Miran’s vibes.

“He’s the best. Love him.” They say in unison in a monotone voice.

***

Now the camera pans to the right, navy-haired, curtain cut, styled Zion.

“We're here for Zion!” A group in green gear screams, waving their signs high.

“He’s the rapper and lyricist.” Flashback: Zion sitting at the bottom of a staircase, headphones on, scribbling lyrics in a notebook.

“He grew up in America. Somewhere called Burbank, USA.” A male fan explains.

“He's the cutest maknae.” Cut to Zion in a strawberry hat doing adorable poses on a variety show.

“But when he raps, he goes hard!” Flash to Zion decimating challengers at an underground rap battle.

“He gets real scary. So scary, like, "You better watch out." A girl fan explains with her boyfriend beside her and agreeing to what she said.

***

“We love Rei!” Two girls jump in excitement.

“he's pop-star royalty!” a fan said excitedly into the camera while her best friend beside her also agreed with her.

“Uh-huh! His mom, a Sunlight Sister, died when he was an infant.” A fan girl explained while the camera shows the last album cover of the Sunlight Sisters.

“But Celine raised him, and built Huntrix around him.” The picture changed to show Celine with the boys and (y/n) accompanying them to the Idol Awards.

“Oh you can’t forget how sweet he is with (y/n)!” Another fan called from behind.

“Oh ya that’s right! That girl right there, her name is (y/n) and she was raised alongside Rei after her parents died! Apparently they were very good friends with the sunlight sisters and after their deaths Celine took her in too. The poor girl has had some terrible health struggles in the past but no matter what Rei is always there for her! Ahh he’s just so sweet and caring and always so concerned for her! We totally ship it!” The fan explained.

“But anyway! Rei's voice is just incredible. Like…” A trio of fan girls said dreamily to the camera.

“It brings us to tears!” A trio of fan boys cuts into the camera, each crying and holding cute little banners with Rei’s name on them.

“They're taking a break, and they need it, but we're gonna miss them so much!” A girl said while her friends in the background agreed with her. Suddenly, the intro music booms. Neon lights flash, the crowd roars. Backstage, chaos ensues.

***

Backstage, a young woman with (h/l), (h/c) hair strode through the chaos, dressed in a crisp white blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt. A black headset wrapped around her head, and a clipboard clutched tightly in her hands as she trailed behind Bobby, the group’s eternally frazzled manager.

“Everyone look alive!” He said to the concert staff backstage making sure everything is perfect for the performance.

“All right! looking good over there. Okay. Ready? Ready!” He glanced around then froze. “Wait… (Y/N), where are the guys?” Bobby asked double checking everything around the arena.

(Y/N) blinked in confusion, swiping open her phone with one hand while tucking the clipboard under her arm.

“I’m not sure, let me check!” Quickly she looked at her messages to see if there were any updates from the boys. Seeing nothing she quickly pulls up the planes flight path only to see that the Huntrix plane was veering off track from its destination.

“Uhh…” she muttered, eyes going wide. “Bobby… their plane’s flying away from the stadium.”

“What?! Where are they going?!” Bobby exclaimed looking over her shoulder.

(Y/N) let out a long sigh, ‘why does this happen every time?!’ She asked herself.

“I don’t know…” she lied. she already knew the only reasonable explanation: Demons.

***

“Okay, This is our biggest show yet.” said a young man with tousled purple hair, his hands on the other two's shoulders as they huddled around a small table inside their private plane.

“The most songs!” added another with jet-black hair.

“The most moves,” the third chimed in, his dark bubblegum-pink hair flopping as he tilted his head dramatically.

“Which means... the most carb loading,” Purple one quipped.

“For the fans!” All three shouted in unison as they dove into an enormous spread of food around the table like it was the last meal they'd ever have.

“I need ten thousand calories to get through the choreo,” Rei said while stuffing his face with kimbap.

“A thousand percent,” Miran wholeheartedly declared with a certain dramatic flair. “A gajillion percent!”

Rei shot him a look. “That’s not even a real number.”

“It is for our fans!” Miran argued with food stuffed in his mouth.

Rei then inhaled the scent of the kimbap in his hands.

Zion, suddenly ripped open a chip bag before going chibi mode and devoured it all at high speed.

“Fair. Our fans deserve the best.” Rei grinned But none of them noticed the stewardesses, one of which seemed to be watering a flower pot with coffee.

Rei quickly stuffed his whole kimbap down his throat in one bite. Dusting off his hands he reaches under the table and pulls out a cup of ramyeon.

“Okay, time for our pre-show ramyeon!” He says holding it up as the other two do the same, each showing off their names on the individual cups.

“Happy fans, happy Honmoon!” They chanted together. All three raised up their instant cups in a toast.

Only for the three to look down with increasing alarm on their faces and frowned. Dry noodles.

“Uh... guys? There’s no water in these.”

Rei blinked. “What?”

Quickly he waved down a stewardess with black hair and red lips, her smile just a little too wide. “Uh, excuse me, miss?”

“Yes, Mr. Hunter... ix?” she replied nervously, spilling more coffee onto the flower.

Rei raised an eyebrow. “We asked for hot water.” She said only for the stewardess to cut him off.

“Right away,” she said in a weirdly stiff voice. “You’re welcome. Arrivederci. Goodbye.”

She pivoted and walked away while the other two attendants were also doing weird things in the background.

“Uh... okay,” Rei muttered.

Seconds later, a video call from (y/n) popped up on Rei’s phone. Seeing the caller ID he hastily answered, angling the camera to show all three of them waving enthusiastically.

“Hi, (n/n)!”

(Y/n) was about to respond when her phone was taken by Bobby who looked like he was either on the verge of a meltdown or already in one.

“Yeah, hi! Um, what are you doing?!” He asked.

“About to eat our pre-show ramyeon,” Rei said brightly, showing off their half-eaten feast.

“Pre-show?! What about the show-show?!” Bobby said, flipping the camera to show the crazed fans in the arena.

“Hey, that's my phone!” (Y/n) was heard in the background as her phone was taken by some fans near them when they saw the Huntrix.

“We love you!” A group of fans shrieked before the phone was taken once more.

“Aww, we love you too!” All three sang together.

Then the phone switched hands again into the hands of a trio of fan boys who sobbed into the phone. Making them cry as well, “That's so sweet,” All three said into the phone towards the fan boys.

Then the phone switched hands once more to another male fan “Yo! I just got this!” He shouted lifting his shirt to show a giant heart tattoo with Huntrix in the middle.

“Uh..” Rei and Zion blinked both in shock and I bit in uncomfortableness at the tattoo. Miran on the other hand had a very different reaction. “Sick.” He nodded in approval at the body art.

“Gimme that! Give it back!” They then heard (y/n) shout from somewhere behind the screen once more before she grabbed It away from the fan and she appeared back on screen.

“Why are you so late?!” She then asked with a worried look at the boys.

“Late?” Rei asked, confused.

“Fifty thousand fans are waiting for you!” Bobby exclaimed. At the mention of that all three boys moved to look outside the window of the plane. Only to see that they had already passed by the brightly lit arena.

“They made cute signs and everything.” (Y/n) exclaimed. All three of them then looked and glared at the awkward and weird attendants.

“How can you be late! I wish you were here!” Bobby cried as the boy's gaze lingered on the flight attendants.

“(n/n) make sure Bobby keeps his shirt on, We’ll be there in three.” Rei said blankly.

“Oh don't worry I will. be safe you three. Oh and try not to get blood on your costumes this time! Toru will kill me if you do.” (Y/n) said with a nervous laugh.

“No promises, sweetheart!” Rie smirked before hanging up. In an instant all three of them groaned in frustration while Zion kept shoving chips into his mouth.

“I didn’t even finish my ramyeon,” Miran fumed.

“Why do they always interrupt our snacking?” Rei seethed, shaking his head.

“THEY WILL FACE MY WRATH!” Zion inaudibly fumed due to the food he had just shoved into his mouth before crushing the chip bag in his hands.

With a shake of his head Rei got up and walked up to the stewardess confronting the demons with a bored expression on his face.

“Um, excuse me?

“Please take your seat.” she pleaded with a twitching smile but Rei only chuckled running a hand through his already tousled hair.

“Yeah. We don't have time. You're a demon, right?” He asked, looking at her in disinterest.

“What do you mean?” She began only for Rei to cut her off.

“You're smiling all weird, watering plants with coffee, and those guys? Oh come on.” He chuckled looking back and seeing the pilot pushing random buttons and the other failing at trying to buckle the seatbelt with a cheesy smile.

“Oh, we were just…” she tried to defend before Rei grabbed her arm and lifted it for all to see, revealing deep bruise looking marks.

“Oh, look! Patterns.” he hums with an unemused look.

“Oh, these? These are just…” she was quickly cut off once more by Rei's foot stomping on hers, knocking her back and revealing her true form.

“The rest of you can come out now. We're in a hurry!” Rei sighed.

“Oh no, you got the patterns. Now you gotta die.” Miran cooed, mocking them before turning serious. Just then a very large demon makes his way from the cockpit to confront them.

“The only ones dying tonight are your…” He tries only to get cut off by the burps of Miran. The other demons looked astonished with what had just happened.

“Uh, I said. The only ones dying tonight are your–” He tried again but was cut off again by the stomach gurgles of both Rei and Zion.

“I'm sorry, what?” Rei asks as the two had been distracted by their stomachs.

“YOUR FANS! We're gonna eat your fans! And we're taking Hwayeon’s champion with us! For our king!” The big demon declared, finally fed up with them. As the other four demons around him snarled and licked their fangs.

“WHOA!” The three exclaim their once relaxed forms suddenly no more. They were serious now.

“No.”

“No, thank you!”

“Not our fans. And definitely not her.”

“When you mess with them…”

“We need to make it hurt.” As Miran cracked his knuckles. The Honmoon ignited, lighting up the cabin in a magical glow making all the blood drain from the demon's faces. Then they began to sing.

Rei: You came at a bad time. But you just crossed the line. You wanna get wild? Okay, I'll show you wild.

The three stalked forward before springing into action. Zion flipped clean over a blue demon and drove it hard to the floor, pinning it in place.

Across the aisle, Miran’s boot slammed into another demon’s gut, knocking it off balance—then he spun with the momentum, kicking it in the side and sending it flying.

Rei: Better come right, better luck trying gettin' to our level!

Miran hammered his opponent with a rapid barrage of punches, dropping them in seconds.

Zion locked his target tight, holding her immobile.

Rei, meanwhile, lifted a single finger. His opponent froze, thrown off guard, as Rei calmly filled the kettle with water. his gaze sharp, almost amused, as if daring him to make a move.

Rei: 'Cause you might die, never the time. Tryin' to start a battle!

As soon as he finished, he flipped into a kick that smashed square into a demon’s face. On the way down, he crushed a pink one beneath his landing. A blue demon charged—he swept out his leg, tripping it hard—only to meet another pink opponent. One swift punch dropped her. Without slowing, he caught the next demon coming from behind by the throat and slammed it into the floor.

Miran: Bleeding isn't in my blood! Ppyeosokbuteo dalaseo! Beating you is what I do, do, do, yeah!

Rei casually yeeted the kettle to Miran, who smashed his opponent into a seat with it before tossing it to Zion. Zion caught it with a smirk..

Zion: Body on body. I'm naughty, not even sorry! When you pull up, I'll pull up a little late to the party!

Zion smacked away a few opponents with the kettle before pouring hot water into his ramyeon cup. Quickly, he filled Miran’s cup as Miran punched another demon away, then topped off Rei’s cup while Rei kicked a demon aside. The three formed a tight circle, backs to each other, as demons lunged from all sides—each delivering a high kick that sent their attackers flying.

Zion: la! La! La! La! Locked, loaded, born for this! No point in avoiding it! Annoyed a bit? Bureul bichwo! Da bikyeo ni ap gireul bbaetgyeo!

The three wagged their fingers at the demons that had just lunged at them. Miran and Zion sniffed their ramyeon, ready to dig in, when Rei snatched the cups from their hands, much to their disappointment and wagged his finger, pointing to the three-minute wait printed on the back.

Huntrix: Knocking you out like a lullaby! Hear that sound ringing in your mind! Better sit down for the show! 'Cause I'm gonna show you how it's done, done, done! Huntrix don't miss how it's done, done, done! Hey! Huntrix don't quit how it's done, done, done! Run, run, we run the town! Whole world playing our sound! Turning up, it's going down! Huntrix show this How it's done, done, done!

They set their ramyeon cups on the table and stepped forward. Zion’s hand brushed along the Honmoon before his shin-kal throwing knives materialized. Miran raised his hands, summoning his Gok-Do. Rei reached over his shoulder and drew his Saingeom sword, making the demons shrink back in fear.

Like predators, the three stalked their prey, then struck—slicing and stabbing all three demons in unison.

Cut to the outside of the plane: silhouettes of demons vanish against the windows. Back inside, Rei sliced one demon, Miran drove his weapon through another, and Zion cleaved one in half. All while their ramyeon cups steamed patiently on the table.

Suddenly, the plane shook violently. The boys stumbled as their ramyeon flew through the air. Miran dropped into a squat and caught his cup. Zion slid across the floor, snatching his before spilling a drop. Rei dove, snaring his successfully.

They scrambled upright and peered out the window—only to see the stewardess flying past on a piece of wreckage, laughing wickedly. Two more demons tore off a plane wing as they flew. Only then did the three realize: they were clinging to the back half of a broken plane.

“Yeah, this plane's trashed.” Miran said with a sigh. quickly the three slurp up their ramyeon with satisfied sighs

Rei: Okay, let's do this. Something about when you come for the crown that's so humbling ha!

Rei sang as he advanced to the edge of the plane. He turned back, flashed his friends a quick two-finger salute, then tumbled backward off the wreckage.

Miran: Gapiagi wai geurae? Meonjeo geondeuryeo Wae? Ijeya pogi hae, what?

Miran followed immediately, falling just behind Rei with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a perfectly nonchalant expression.

Zion: Run up, you're done up! From sun up to sundown, so come play!

Then Zion leapt after them, an excited grin lighting up his face.

Rei: Won either way, one in a million We kill! Want it? Okay! Shoes, nails, blade, mascara!

Rei quickly kicked the back of the large demon, making it scream in pain. He glanced at his nails, then pulled out a mirror to check his makeup, carefully touching up his lashes—because, of course, he was proud of them—before tossing the mirror toward Miran.

Miran: Fit check for my napalm era!

The mirror floated past Miran, who sat atop a demon like a king, casually brushing and blow-drying his hair as it drifted by.

Zion: Need to beat my face. Make it cute and savage! Mirror, mirror on my phone Who's the baddest? It's us Hello!

The mirror floated on, revealing Zion curled around a demon, carefully doing its makeup while chatting to it as if it were perfectly normal.

***

From the wings of the stage, (Y/N) stood just out of view, headset still on her head, clipboard clutched against her chest. The crowd’s roar echoed through the stadium, but her eyes were locked on the three figures descending from the sky. Purple, black, and bubblegum-pink streaks of color falling like shooting stars across the sky.

“Show-offs,” she muttered, shanking her head playfully, but the smirk tugging at her lips gave her away.

The relief swelling in her chest was real.

“It’s them!” a fan shrieked, and the audience snapped toward the figures landing on stage.

“Everyone, get ready, they are here now!” (y/n) spoke into her headset and suddenly everyone was back in action. Three workers run out and set up three microphones before running back. When suddenly there's a thud and a bunch of smoke but she can see three distinct silhouettes. Spotting the three demons in the centre stage all lights are on the boys now casting large shadows of them in the smoke screen.

Rei: 'Cause I'm gonna show you!

Miran: I'm gonna show you!

Zion: I'm gonna show you!

Huntrix: How it's done, done, done!

Suddenly, all three burst from the smoke, slicing through demons and flinging one straight into the crowd.

Miran: I don't talk, I Got a bite! Full of venom!

“Wow! Cool costume!” a girl said, snapping a selfie right before Zion hurled a blade into the monster’s chest. The demon vanished in a flash of smoke. The fans screamed with giddy excitement.

Miran turned, catching sight of (Y/N) in the wings. He lifted two fingers to his forehead in a casual salute.

(Y/N) smiled and returned the gesture, eyes gleaming with pride.

Miran: Spittin' facts! You know that's how it's done, done, done!

Zion twirled mid-verse, then glanced back and spotted her.

She smiled, encouragingly nodding her head as she held a double thumbs up. That simple gesture brought a large grin to his face as stars practically filled his eyes. His confidence surged.

Zion: Okay, I know I ramble, But when shootin' my words, I go Rambo! Took blood and tears to look natural! That's how it's done, done, done!

A lone spotlight shines on Rei as he lands downstage center, framed by a pillar of light. His eyes swept the stadium, then stopped, right on her.

Rei turned back briefly, locking eyes with (Y/N). He winked before spinning to face the stunned audience.

Blushing (Y/N) quickly ripped the headset from her head and tossed the clipboard toward Bobby, who fumbled to catch it with a shout of protest. Her heels pounded the backstage flooring as she bolted, weaving through a maze of crates, cables and stage hands. She skidded to a halt behind the cyc, she was just close enough.

Hands trembling with focus, she kneeled to the ground and reached forward, placing her hands out wide on the stage floor.

A faint white light began to glow at her fingertips as her skin made contact with the honmoon. Her aura, her powers, sparkling like diamonds as it danced up her arms and curled around her shoulders. Around her heart. With one steady breath, she let loose, sending shimmering threads of power through the honmoon toward the three boys.

The moment her magic reached them, it was like flipping a switch.

The stage exploded in radiance. The boys glowed suddenly energized, Their voices stronger.

Rei: Hear our voice unwavering, Till our song defeats the night. Making fear afraid to breathe Till the dark meets the light

As Rei's's final note rang through the arena, all three of them felt it.

The surge.

Suddenly Rei’s vocals reached his highest high note. Continuing to belt and echo the chorus through towards the end. As the Honmoon starts to shine brightly.

Miran and Zion glanced around, wide-eyed, watching the Honmoon barrier shimmer... and begin to glow gold.

They exchanged a stunned glance. Miran gave a short, stunned salute. Zion let out a choked laugh.

But Rei...

Rei's smile quickly faded.

He scanned the stage and the air around him, mild concern tightening his jaw.

His eyes flicked back toward the shadows of the wings, toward (Y/N).

But just as quickly, he snapped back into performance mode.

The show wasn’t over.

Huntrix: How it's done, done, done! Run, run, we run the town! Whole world playing our sound! Turnin' up, it's goin' down! Huntrix show this how it's done, done, done!

The combination of both Huntrix and (Y/n)’s unseen power up seemed to have exhilarated the fans to the extreme. So much so that the three spotted as spots of the Honmoon began to glow a bright golden that flowed through the arena. The three look at each other in excitement, before putting all they have into the last bit of the show. Each dancing and singing more enthusiastically than they were before.

Huntrix: We hunt you down, down, down! We got you now, now, now! We show you how, how, how! Huntrix don't miss how it's done, done, done!

The three of them finished the song sticking together and striking a pose, the crowd cheering and screaming as they did so. They watched as the Honmoon then glowed stronger then it had been before.

They were so close…

Hello friends! I hope you enjoy chapter one! I tried really hard on this one especially trying to capture all the fighting! So I hope you like it and it turns out well! I’m also thinking of releasing this same fic but un gender bend huntrix if that makes sense? Anyway let me know your thoughts and have a wonderful day!

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Broken glass

Genderbent Rumi X reader

Prologue

A stage burst into life, glowing and alive with the pulse of thousands of glowing light sticks and roaring fans. Neon beams ripple across the arena, lighting up the large letter H, blazing at the heart of it all.

The crowds chant in perfect rhythm, voices echoing in devotion for the stars.

​

Huntrix!

Huntrix!

Huntrix!

​

The name resonates with the energy-filled fans. The lights pulse as fans raise their signature Iridescent Korean knot light sticks, a little traditional Easter egg, and a homage to their roots. all tied together in the center with a radiant H.

​

“The world will know you as pop stars,” a calm, powerful voice narrates, Celine, their mentor. “but you will be much more than that.” She continued as a thick mist coiled across the stage, revealing three silhouettes of figures standing side by side.

​

“You will be Hunters.”

​

Red cracks spread through the earth of a quiet nearby village during the Joseon era. The villagers turn to run from glowing fractures and from the monsters that rise from the fairy depths:

Demons

​

“Demons have always haunted our world.” One by one, demons began to terrorize the village, eating the souls of the innocent.

​

“stealing our souls and channeling strength back to their king, Gwi-Ma, the god of chaos.” Streaks of blue light, souls, fly through the air like shooting stars into a deep, dark void. The shadow realm, home of Gwi-Ma, the Demon King of chaos. With eatch soul, he receives, he gains more power.

​

“Until the goddess of peace sent her champion to find heroes to defend us.” A mother shields her child, clutching only a rake for protection as demons close in. But then a song is heard from the gate. A sudden glow. The demons were about to attack the mother and child, only to be stopped by the presence of three women standing on the gate. Clad in warrior's hanbok, each holding weapons that shimmer with unnatural magic.

​

“Born with voices that could drive back the darkness.” The three women conquer the demons, each one singing with raw passion as they moved with agility, vanquishing all the demons within the village.

​

“Singing songs of courage and hope. But Hunters are more than warriors.” As the final demon fades into dust, the warriors descend with elegance and fierceness. Their harmony summons a wave of light that spreads, enveloping the land in a shimmering barrier. But a fourth figure stands, admiring her friend's work.

​

“Our music ignites the soul and brings people together.” The young woman then went over to a little girl whose soul was ignited by the performance of the warriors and held her hand to show compassion and hope.

​

“With this connection, the first Hunters created a shield to protect our world, the Honmoon.” The warriors gather. With synchronized steps and song, they form a circle at the village center.

​

“Every generation, a new trio of Hunters is found by Hwayeon’s champion to fulfill our ultimate duty. A barrier so strong it is impenetrable, that will keep demons and Gwi-Ma from our world forever.” Time shifts. Eras pass, each decade of music gives birth to a new trio of Hunters. From Joseon to the jazz halls of the 1920s. From vinyl stages of the 1950s to neon clubs of the 1980s. From sold-out arenas of the 2000s…

​

“The Golden Honmoon.” We watch as the Sunlight Sisters got so close to turning it gold but not succeeding.

​

“And now, that duty falls to you.” Celine stood with a giant, scared willow tree behind her. Before her stood the new Hunters, the first male-led generation.

Directly in front of her was a tall young man with violet hair: Rei

To his left, a tall, gruff young man with a smirk and flaming pink hair: Miran

To his right, a bright soul with large, round eyes full of light and dark navy hair: Zion

Celine steps forward, a young girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair, standing with her with a sweet, proud smile.

​

“You were the ones who were found. That victory is within your reach. It is your voices, your song, that will create the Golden Honmoon.”

​“Yes, Celine.” They say in unison with a slight bow.

hello all! This is a bit of a test run! I'll post the prologue and the first chapter here and depending on how they do we’ll see what happens!

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Sweetheart Alastor headcanons:

(Feel free to comment yours!!)

•He prefers for you to hold onto his arm, rather than holding his hand.

•He always makes sure you eat something and will make you his mother’s recipes.

•He loves taking you on nature walks and will wait until after he takes you home to cannibalize any deer he spotted on the walk (you’re oblivious).

•Being on your phone around him is a double edged sword. He hates technology, and he hates when your attention isn’t on him.

•He opens every door for you.

•His idea of a good time out is taking you to see live performances (musicals/plays/etc.) or taking you dancing at a jazz club.

•His idea of a good time in is cooking for you and slow dancing in the kitchen to the radio.

•He lets you do his hair and makeup for fun.

•He’ll play in the snow with you and then make you hot cocoa afterwards.

•He won’t let anyone be mean to you or disrespect you. He’ll broadcast their screams the second your eyes tear up.

•He’ll constantly pick the lint off your clothes/fix your hair/re-tie your shoes/etc. (anything as an excuse to casually touch you).

•He uses his charisma as a radio host to lull you to sleep with his voice; either telling you a bedtime story or singing you a lullaby.

•He lets you tie his bowtie.

•He’ll immediately put his coat over your shoulders if there’s a slight breeze.

•He loves seeing you dress feminine, but he’ll compliment you no matter how you’re dressed.

•He lets you play with his ears (and tail).

•He fantasizes about you being his housewife and mother of his children. He would bring you flowers home every Friday.

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The broken king and the silent dove: a shadow the hedgehog x fem reader

(Art not mine)

Chapter 3: The Announcement

(shadow):

The next morning, the throne room was bustling with the quiet whispers, nobility each seated in their designated seats. They speculated eagerly about the reason for the king’s sudden summons at such an early hour and so last minute.

Sonic leaned against a massive stone pillar in the far right corner, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to the chatter around him, though he gathered that his thoughts were the same as the others. For what on earth could have prompted such a gathering.

The noise died down abruptly as the great oak doors swung open. All eyes turned toward the familiar figure that stepped through, Shadow.

As always, his dark figure strode through the crowd, his head held high as he commanded the room. A large, golden crown sat atop his head, its polished surface gleaming in the sunlight that spilled through the high windows. His dark red cloak billowed behind him with each stride as he made his way to the throne. His usual scowl where it always was placed on his face, his expression as unreadable as ever.

All the nobility rose in unison, bowing their heads in respect to their king as he took his seat on the large stone throne. The room fell into a tense silence. All eyes remained on Shadow, waiting for him to speak.

Then after a long pause, Shadow’s voice finally broke through the silence, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.

“You must all be wondering why I summoned you here this morning,” he began, his red eyes scanning the room, briefly meeting each of their nervous gazes. But no one dared to speak.

His tone sharpened as he continued, his words slicing through the air. “I have summoned you here because I will not be pushed any longer.” His gaze hardened as he surveyed the room once more, watching as the nobles shifted uneasily in their seats. The tension growing thicker with every passing moment. “However, in the spirit of collaboration, I come bearing an offer.”

The mention of an offer caught the attention of every single noble in the room, and Sonic in particular straightened up, his curiosity piqued. He could sense the change in the atmosphere, the nobles now hanging on Shadow’s every word.

“I offer you one ball,” Shadow declared, his voice steady and proud. “Invite as many princesses as you wish. But if I cannot find a bride by the end of the night, you will all drop the matter and cease your insistence on the subject.” His eyes swept over the court, the weight of his words settling on everyone. “Agreed?”

A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd, but the council quickly responded, voices coming together in a unified, enthusiastic response. “Agreed!”

“Good,” Shadow said simply. “Then you are all dismissed.” With that, he stood and began to leave the room, the nobles already buzzing with excitement about the prospect of the upcoming event. Invitations would be sent far and wide to any eligible princesses they could find.

Sonic, however, wasn’t quite as enthusiastic. He quickly pushed through the crowd, falling into step behind Shadow as they made their way toward the royal chambers.

“Hey! Shadow!” Sonic called, catching up to the king’s brisk pace.

Shadow shot him a sharp look, his brows furrowing in irritation. “What do you want?” he snapped, his tone colder than usual.

Sonic raised his hands in mock surrender, the gesture clearly meant to ease the tension. “Whoa, dude, I just wanted to ask. Are you sure this is such a good idea?” He frowned, his concern clear in his voice. “This could backfire.”

Shadow’s scowl deepened, but behind his frustration lied a hint of exhaustion. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted, his voice dripping with annoyance. “But it’s the only solution I could come up with to get them off my back.” His gaze softened, but only slightly. “I’ve tried everything else, and nothing seems to work.”

Sonic’s expression shifted to one of understanding, and he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, offering a supportive smile. “Alright, then. If you think it’s the best way to go, I trust you.” His voice was reassuring, though still laced with a hint of skepticism.

Shadow didn’t respond immediately, but a faint nod of acknowledgment was all the reassurance Sonic needed. The two continued walking in silence, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the large hall.

As news of the royal ball spread like wildfire through the kingdom, preparations began. Invitations were sent far and wide, extending to any eligible princess in the land. The court was abuzz with talk of the grand event, and the pressure was on for Shadow to find a queen. But whether the king would find the right match remained to be seen.

An: yay chapter 3! I hope you like! Idk when I’m gonna update again as I am also writing a book at the moment but if i get the time i will! Please comment and like! 🥰

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The broken king and the silent dove: a shadow the hedgehog x fem reader

(Art not mine)

Chapter 2: the northern princess

(Y/n):

The day was quiet, the golden setting sun dipping just below the horizon, casting a heavenly glow over the valley. Its warm rays spilled through the tall windows of the private library, softly illuminating the room. The warmth, warming the small form of the princess perched on a cushioned window seat.

Her head rested lightly against the cool glass of the window, her gaze drifting over the rustling trees and the glow that bathed the distant hills. She sighed in content at the serene beauty of her kingdom as it stretched out before her. A comforting thick book of fairytales resting on her lap, opened to the next story she had been meaning to read.

Humming softly to herself, she let the lullaby her mother once sang to her fall from her lips. The melody a familiar comfort to the girl. It was a rare moment of peace, that was then broken by a soft knock at the door.

Startled, she looked up, her (e/c) eyes snapping toward the sound. The tall figure that entered made her relax instantly, a smile spreading across her face.

“Silver! You’re back!” she exclaimed, springing to her feet and setting her book aside. Quickly she crossed to the other side of the room before wrapping her older brother in a warm hug. “How was the trip?”

“Oh, it went all right. Those bandits didn’t stand a chance!” Silver boasted, grinning as he returned the hug with equal vigor.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re back safe,” she replied, pulling back to meet his eyes. Her smile was bright, but her tone was stern.

“Come now, (n/n), have a little faith in me,” he teased, tilting his head with an exaggerated smirk.

“I do have faith in you,” she countered, crossing her arms. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t worry. Besides, who else is going to take care of you?”Her words were firm, but the soft affection in her voice was unmistakable.

Silver chuckled, feigning a wince as he rubbed his shoulder. “Ah! Wounded by the mighty (y/n)! Tell the kingdom I died nobly, struck down by my own sister’s cruel words.” He clutched his chest dramatically, staggering back as though he were mortally wounded.

(y/n) couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “But of course, my king. Your wish is my command!” she said, playing along with a dramatic bow of her own.

Silver dropped his act, flashing her a wink. “See? You’d make an excellent court jester.”

“Oh, please. If I’m the jester, you’re the drama king,” she shot back, giggling as the siblings' laughter echoed down the hall.

“Come now, dear sister,” Silver said after a moment, offering her his arm with a smile. “Let us eat. I’m starving.”

“Yes, please!” she agreed, slipping her arm through his as they made their way out of the library. Together, they headed off to dinner, their footsteps echoing softly on the stone floors of the palace.

A/n: yay! Chapter 2! I hope you liked it! And hopefully the chapters will get longer from here on out!

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The broken king and the silent dove: a shadow the hedgehog x fem reader

A/n: this is an impulse project I’ll try to finish. I hope someone likes it!

(Art not mine)

Chapter 1: The kings dilemma

(Shadow):

The clash of steel against steel echoed through the large stone halls of the palace, followed by sharp grunts of exertion. Sonic, teeth clenched, pushed against his king’s blade with his own before shoving him back with a hearty thrust. But Shadow was relentless. He attacked immediately, raising his blade for another strike, forcing Sonic to dive and roll out of harm’s way.

“Okay, I yield!” Sonic shouted, scrambling to his feet before Shadow could attack once more.

“Coward,” the king retorted curtly, sheathing his blade swiftly.

“Come now, this is the third time this week you’ve challenged me to a duel, and this is the first time it hasn’t ended in a draw,” Sonic said, brushing dust off his tunic as he rose.

A low “Hm.” was all the king offered in response as he uncorked a waterskin and took a long sip. He sighed in relief as the cool water soothed his raw throat. Shadow had spoken more in the last few days than he cared to admit, ever since Princess Fern had arrived. That woman could talk a man’s ears off, and sparring had become his only outlet for stress, and Sonic the only one who could take him on in a match.

“Sooo… I'm assuming you're glad that Lady Fern has finally left?” Sonic asked, coming to stand beside Shadow and taking a swig from his own waterskin. He wiped his mouth and leaned against a giant stone pillar waiting for a response, but Shadow remained silent, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“I do not understand,” Shadow finally said, turning abruptly and walking toward the exit of the sparring chamber. Sonic followed close behind.

“Don’t understand what?” He asked, puzzled.

“Why, the court insists on me finding a bride,” Shadow growled, his pace quickening with every step. “It’s absurd! I’ve been ruling the kingdom perfectly well on my own, yet they persist, sending invitations to these… women. Who I am then forced to entertain.” His voice grew sharper in his frustration.

“Well, my lord, the reason is simple,” Sonic said, causing Shadow to stop so abruptly that Sonic nearly walked into him.

“And what would that be?” Shadow asked, his tone calm but ominously so.

“An heir,” Sonic explained carefully. “You need to secure a precautionary heir to the throne. And to do that, you need a queen, so your line may continue.”

Shadow’s crimson eyes narrowed as Sonic continued. “You must remember, Shadow, ever since you became king, your life is no longer your own. It is for your people.” Sonic placed a firm hand on his friend’s shoulder, offering comfort.

But it lasted only a moment before Shadow shrugged off Sonic’s hand with a frustrated huff, turning on his heel and heading toward his study.

A/n: I know it was really short but hopefully the chapters get longer as we go! I hoped you liked it!

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⚠️SPOILERS! ⚠️

I just saw this movie and it was amazing! But the star of the show was definitely hera’s cousin Fréaláf who eventually becomes king of Rohan! Him and also her older brother Hama. So fanfic writers dont fail me now!

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Sinful spirits

prologue

🎵I'll never smile again Until I smile at you…

The radio buzzed, matching in pitch to the drops of rain tapping against the windowpane, creating a hauntingly melodic backdrop to the otherwise silent room.

🎵I'll never laugh again, What good would it do?…🎵

Heaving a heavy sigh I grab a crystal glass from beside me as I swirl the amber-colored liquid in the cup before bringing it to my lips. Not flinching as the burning substance runs down my throat.

🎵For tears would fill my eyes, My heart would realize,That our romance is through…🎵

Sighing once more I place the now empty glass down beside me as I will myself to get up and to try and go to sleep. But my body doesn't listen as I sit there listening to the radio my eyes growing droopy at the sound of beautiful music mixed with rain and the cognac running through my veins making my body feel warm and fuzzy. Before there's a buzz on my phone.

🎵I'll never love again, I'm so in love with you. I'll never thrill again, To somebody new…🎵

Groaning at the sound I quickly look at my home screen only to see a new text message atop many of the unopened texts from a certain tv demon. The message was from Vicky, my assistant. The message only read ‘change the channel’.

🎵Within my heart I know I will never start To smile again Until I smile at you…🎵

Confused I will myself to get up from my seat and make my way to the small TV I have up In the corner of the room. Finding the remote quickly I turn the device on only to find a shocking sight.

🎵Within my heart I know I will never start To smile again Until I smile at you…🎵

The words ‘Is the radio demon back in town?’ are scrawled across the bottom of the TV with the image of a very disgruntled Vox who seems to be having a field day now painted across the screen making me laugh. Oh… this. This would be fun.

🎵Until I smile at you…🎵

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Could you do the “getting a tattoo of them/something that represents them” with some of the mha boys please?

Notes: why does this sound like such a cute idea-

Warnings: n/a, just kisses and fluff

Characters involved: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Bakugo Katsuki

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku is shocked, to say the least.

He's never thought someone would want to brand themselves with something related to him even for a second, much less permanently.

It's why he can't believe his eyes when he sees the numbers of his birthday on the inside of your wrist.

He doesn't even say anything for the first few seconds because he's just too busy running his fingers over every small detail of your tattoo.

When Izuku finally finds it in himself to speak, the only words he can form are questions about why, how and when you had gotten the tattoo.

He thinks its surreal that someone like you, someone he perceives as the height of perfection, would want to be branded with something related to him.

You should get used to him staring at your tattoo because he does it A LOT.

When you're cuddling, when you're holding hands, when he's trailing kisses all over you and simultaneously rambling about the new villain he fought.

After a month or so Izuku chooses to get a tattoo of you too, branding the inside of his right wrist with your birthday.

All of your friends think the matching tattoos are adorable and his fans have entire forums dedicated to aesthetic pictures of you holding hands with your tattoos against each other's.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto actually breaks down the first time he sees your tattoo.

It's a simple and elegant scrawl of his name in your handwriting sitting under your collarbone.

You had considered getting something more subtle but you didn't want him to think of sour past with his quirk every time he saw the tattoo.

You wanted Shoto to feel loved. To know exactly how much you cherished him. And the only way to do that was with the simple yet meaningful name you had come to love.

When you first unveiled the tattoo to him Shoto couldn't help but pull you onto his lap to get a closer look at the ink.

You didn't realize when the soft touch of his fingertips ghosting over your tattoo was replaced with salty tears, but before you knew you found yourself carefully cradling him in your arms as you silently waited for him to process his emotions.

Unlike the others, Shoto's never felt love like this before. He's never had a parent or guardian who loved him (outside of Fuyumi but that's too complicated). Every child has that one person who they know will always love them, that person who has always cared for them throughout their life.

But Shoto never had that. Not until he had you.

It's why he feels so overwhelmed by your love, because even after years of being together he still can't comprehend how you could love someone like him so awfully much.

Just like Izuku, Shoto is always kissing your tattoo whenever you cuddle. He also gets a matching tattoo of your name, but Shoto goes one step further and tattoos your first name's initial with his last name (so your letter then T) on the side of his ring finger.

You never really notice the second tattoo until the day he proposes and you slide his ring onto his finger.

Denki Kaminari

Unlike the others Denki actually gets a matching tattoo with you.

You brought up couple tattoos once and he was just so excited at the idea of getting matching tattoos behind your ears that you couldn't help but agree to get yours with him rather than surprising him.

To make things more special Denki decides to get the tattoos done on the anniversary of the day the two of you met (which was the first day of school but he chooses to ignore that).

You got a simple lightning bolt done behind your earlobe and Denki got a matching symbol of your quirk. The tattoos weren't loud and bold like everything else the two of you did, but they didn't have to be.

They were a symbol of your love for each other, not a flashy excuse to show off your relationship.

Bakugo Katsuki

Finger tattoos.

Bakugo always loved playing with your hands. Kissing them, holding them, softly caressing them under the table when you were in public.

He's never been one for PDA and didn't grow up in the most affectionate household either, which is why Katsuki relishes in how easy it is to express his affection with his hands.

One small touch, an interlocking of fingers or quick peck on the back of your hand, is enough to communicate his affection for you.

Others wouldn't understand how much that means to the two of you. To them a finger tattoo is probably a cute little gesture, but to Katsuki it's so much more than that.

He almost immediately notices your tattoo when you come home because Katsuki's used to holding and playing with your hand.

The small black imprint of his initials makes his ears turn red and his heart swell, even if he won't admit it.

Katsuki doesn't have to ask if it's permanent or not because your red skin is enough of an answer.

He just stays staring at the tattoo with his thumb delicately trailing over it and doesn't even say a word.

Katsuki will call you a dumbass later and say you didn't have to do something as 'stupid' as that but you both know he's beyond flattered by the gesture.

He also finds it funny that you got it on the side of your middle finger because 'whenever you flip someone off they'll know who taught you that'.

Literally gets a matching tattoo the next day, maybe even the same day depending on when he sees it.

Katsuki doesn't bother showing you the tattoo because just like him you almost immediately notice the black ink of your initials on the side of his middle finger.

Your tattoos are pretty subtle and the only time people actually notice them is when Bakugo flips someone off (or does a finger heart with a fan, etc.)

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They didn’t let 80 girls into our schools homecoming dance because

“you can’t where that dress because you don’t have the same body type as the model.”

Even if they passed it off before hand with administration they were still denied. This is not ok.

This needs to stop.