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A Song A Day Keeps The Demons Away

Part One ||

Tags: Pre-Established Polytrix. Polytrix/Reader, Spirit Medium!Reader. Somewhat of a slowburn.

WC: 4000

You were something of a spirit medium.

To be more accurate; you were a mudang. A tanggol.

Born into a long line of shamans and mediums, tracing back for centuries. You spent your entire childhood learning and being groomed to become a spirit medium. Learning how to ward off creatures of evil, how to cleanse corruption, how to protect people from the things they couldn’t see, that they didn’t know were real.

Once you reached adulthood, once you had proven you were ready, you had gone out into the world and set about protecting people in your own way.

Sure, the trio of Hunters may be the most well-known and famous kind of hunter, and you could concede that they were the most important ones--after all, they were the ones who made and fortified the Honmoon-- that didn’t mean they were the only line of defense the human world had against Gwi-Ma and his demons.

Everyone had their own part to play in keeping the world safe. You included.

As such, you kept close track of where Gwi-Ma’s demons were most active, figuring out where the Honmoon was growing the weakest to let so many demons slip past, and would set up shop there.

Literally.

A street-side stand here, a small rented shop there, selling all sorts of little protective charms during the day to protect people from demons, and at night performing purification rituals over weak points in the Honmoon to help reinforce it until the current generation of Hunters could properly fortify the barrier.

You were no Hunter, you weren’t part of the offensive, you would concede to that. You couldn’t use the Honmoon to create magical weapons to kill demons with, couldn’t weaponize it. Your role was defensive. Preventative. To use rituals and charms to protect against demons. To keep them away.

But when those failed and you found yourself face-to-face with a demon, well, you did have a few tricks up your sleeves to deal with them.

Which is how you ended up meeting Huntrix under such…unique circumstances.

It was well into the night, the side streets of the city empty and silent‒‒save for the screams and sobs of the dokkaebi you had on the ground, curled up and arms flailing in a desperate attempt to protect himself.

You stood over him, the beads on one wrist burning warm in reaction to the demon, a simple squirt bottle in your other hand, and your expression impassive as you continuously sprayed the demon.

“Please, stop! It burns!” the dokkaebi begged, squirming on the ground as the droplets of water sizzled on his skin. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, stop! I’ll go back to the demon realm, I won’t ever come back here again, just stop!”

The other demons he had come with stayed back; they had already gotten sprayed and were clearly wary of getting too close and being doused a second time. You were still keeping an eye on them, of course, if they made one wrong step, you had just the charm to throw at them.

As the demon below you continued to cry, you paused, stopping for a moment in your torment of the demon as you pretended to consider his begging for a moment. Then you went back to squirting water on him.

Was it a bit cruel? Maybe. But you lost your takeout because of him and his friends. So as far as you were concerned; it was well deserved. It’s their fault for deciding to mess with a hangry mudang.

This went on for another minute or so before you pulled from your sleeve a yellow slip of paper and slapped the yellow paper onto the demon’s face. The red ink on it glowed as he let out a brief scream of pain before disappearing in a red cloud. Back to the demon realm, and hopefully not to return any time soon. All that was left was the same paper you had put on him, charred to the point of no return.

Now all that was left was to deal with the other two.

“That was sick.”

Startled, you whirled around, squirt bottle raised like a gun to point at your audience. You had been prepared for it to be one of the other demons who had finally spoken up.

You were not expecting it to be Huntrix.

It took you a moment to overcome the initial shock because, right, they were in the city for a concert. Of course they’d also come out if they thought demons were stalking the streets tonight.

Zoey was already bounding towards you, eyes wide in excitement and wonderment. “How did you do that?” she asked, quick and eager, “You weren’t using any weapons, you just put a piece of paper on him and poof, the demon was gone! And then the squirt bottle! What was in it? You had him crying!”

You blinked back at the girl. Was she being serious? You heard she had grown up in America, but surely as a Hunter she would know about talismans and spirit water… right?

“That was sweet iris water, right? I remember reading that it’s supposed to repel demons,” Mira said, giving you hope that they did know about your own tools as she stepped forward to join at Zoey’s side. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked you up and down. “I thought that was all fake, didn’t know it actually worked.”

“It does, if you make it right,” you answered back on instinct. “Most people don’t make it right.”

After all, it wasn’t as if someone could make it by just tossing some sweet iris into a pot of boiling water and call it good. Like many rituals and charms, it had to be done right. Made on a specific day of a specific month. Boiled at the right temperature for the correct amount of time. It was little wonder that it was so easy to end up with a dud.

Not that most people who tried making it would actually know if what they got was a dud or not.

Zoey kept asking questions and as Mira knelt down to poke at the talisman laying on the ground. Through it all, it didn’t escape your notice that only two of the three had approached.

Your eyes flickered past the two women to find the third member of their group, the only one who hadn’t spoken up yet, who hadn’t approached like the others had.

Rather, Rumi stayed her distance from the rest of you. Her saingeom still held in one hand while her other was instinctively gripping her own arm, her expression pinched in worry and unease—

Oh.

Well… that was certainly something.

You understood. Understood why she held herself like she was one wrong step from losing everything.

She held your gaze, however, and straightened her back after a moment. An attempt to hide whatever might have come to the surface. Securing her mask before it could slip, unaware it already had.

As the girls beside you continued to chatter, and the one across from you continued to stare you down, you let your gaze flicker past all of them.

Patterns flashed under the faint moonlight, and your attention drifted from the Hunters to the remaining two demons who were trying to sneak away unnoticed.

Huh. You had almost forgotten that they were even there. Someone should probably take care of them before they hurt someone.

But… they didn’t have to be your problem anymore. Now did they?

“They’re getting away.”

The three girls snapped to attention, following your gaze as the two demons froze like a deer in the headlights.

It was kind of fascinating how the girls shifted gear so quickly, because in the next moment, they were on the two like feral dogs. Honestly? The fight was so one-sided it wasn’t even fair. But that was how things were sometimes.

Taking this as your chance, you made your escape, keen to get away before the girls could accost you with questions you didn’t want to answer.

So certain were you that you could just disappear. You’ve lived this life, done this job, for years without ever crossing paths with a Hunter before. Surely you could return to that after this fluke of a night.

Fate, the eternal bitch that it was, had other plans.

“Looks a bit… tourist trapy.”

“Are you sure this is the right place?”

Rumi’s question cut through the quiet buzz of the streets behind them as the girls stood before your shop. It was nothing more than a small little thing sandwiched between other buildings in a dingy alley. Easy to miss if you weren’t already looking for it.

They had spent the last three days looking for it.

And could they be blamed for it? They’d never seen someone other than themselves and Celine taking down a demon. But then they saw you kill(?) one with the kind of ease that could only come from experience. They were curious. Rightfully so!

It had taken some top tier detective work, and maybe a few bribes, to find your little hole-in-the-wall occult shop. But here they were.

“I’m pretty sure this is the right place,” Zoey said confidently as she peered at the banner at the window that had your shop's name on it, she was holding on to the charred remains of the bujeok talisman you had used the night you met them. “It’s not like there are that many places in this city where you can get these things. And the description the guy gave me of the owner kind of matched.”

“Kind of,” Mira echoed. “We’re just assuming she actually works here and didn’t just, I don’t know, purchase a bunch of these from some temple or something.”

“In that case then maybe the store owner might know her, or know where to point us to find her,” Zoey offered back, though her words came with an uncertain tension.

Or the owner wouldn’t know who they were asking about, and they’d just make fools of themselves. That was also a risk, not that it was one they wanted to think about.

Mira sighed, dragging a hand down her face. “Remind me why we’re even trying to find her?”

“Because if she can fight demons, then it'd be good to have her as an ally,” Rumi said at the same time as Zoey saying; “Because she was really cute.”

All eyes fell on Zoey, and she leaned back under their staring, offering a nervous laugh, “I mean, because she’d be a good ally to have, that’s it," she said, adding under her breath, "We were all thinking it."

Right. This was absolutely off to a great start.

With one last shared glance, the three marched forward, pushing the door open and entering your store with the nervous energy one might have entering a lion’s den.

The bell above the door gave a soft, little chime as it opened, announcing their presence as they stepped onto the small red welcoming carpet at the door. The interior of the store was dim to lend support to the atmosphere of the place. Along the walls were several traditional-looking banners in red ink.

There were various shelves showcasing prayer beads, little charms carved from wood, paper charms, and incense sticks and burners. There were a few different books on the shelves as well.

Mira lifted one of the bead bracelets up from its rack, raising a brow, “Like I said, this feels a lot like a tourist trap.”

Zoey sniffed the air and made a face. “What is that smell?” she asked. It was an earthy, spicy smell, and pungent to boot. An incense, certainly, but not necessarily an appealing one. She sniffed again, trying to find the source.

“Girls, focus,” Rumi cut in, pointing past the narrow shelves towards a back room cordoned off with a thin red curtain. If you were here, they’d probably find you back there.

With silent steps, they approached the curtain, drawing forth their weapons from the Honmoon on instinct. They didn’t quite know what to expect from you, so could they be blamed for being cautious?

Just to be safe.

The curtain opened with a sudden pull, and they barely had time to jump back and out of the way, fumbling to hide and dismiss their weapons as a student came bounding out from the room with an armful of packaged incense and paper charms, looking pleased as punch.

To their relief, you were following after the girl.

You looked completely different from the casual wear you had been wearing the night you met them. Today you were dressed in a traditional red hanbok with the hat to match, looking a right fit for your job.

“Now remember; these will help your concentration and memory, but they’re not a substitution for studying,” you were telling the girl as you followed her out, your voice soft, a bit stern, but warm overall. “You’ll still need to study to–”

You trailed off as you looked past your customer and saw the three of the, freezing for a moment at the sight of your unexpected guests.

Zoey offered you a smile and waved.

Snapping yourself out of it, you gave the three a glare before turning your attention back to your customer, all smiles and friendliness again before she could notice anything was wrong. “Now, let’s get you on your way so you can get back to preparing for those exams.”

It didn’t take long to finish up with the girl.

Once she was gone, you locked the shops door and flipped the closed sign. Whatever the three were here for, it was not going to be quick, that much you were sure of.

“Let’s talk in my office,” you told them, your tone mayhap a bit more snippy than you had intended, as you walked back to the room in the back.

It wasn’t a big room, but it was cozy enough. You did most of your readings in that room, telling customers their fortune—or what they wanted to hear as their fortune, and working with them to find a more personalized experience.

You took your usual seat at the head of the table, while Rumi, Mira, and Zoey took seats across from you in the dim room. You took off your hat and laid it on the table between you.

“Okay… what do you want?” you asked, better to cut to the chase.

The three of them shared a brief look, as if silently debating what to say. Rumi began to lean forward in her seat, her gaze locked on yours, unblinking and unyielding. She opened her mouth to speak–

“What is that smell?” Zoey interrupted.

The question came out of nowhere and it took you a moment to process what was being asked.

“It’s mugwort,” you answered her, and after a pause where she continued to stare, you added. “Burning it purifies an area and repels evil spirits."

“Ooooh. Yeah, I can see why demons would avoid it; it doesn’t smell that great.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the remark.

Rumi cleared her throat, bringing attention back to her as Zoey offered a quick and awkward ‘Sorry’. She was looking at you again, still dominant in her posture and gaze. “You’re a mudang, aren’t you?”

It was less a question, more an accusation. A demand.

You nodded, leaning back in your seat. “Mudang…shaman…spirit medium. We’ve got so many different names as of late, but the job description has mostly remained the same.”

“Huh,” Mira said, matching your posture as she leaned back, tilting her head up in a show of indifference. “Celine has told us about you guys, but this is my first time ever meeting one, though.”

“Not surprising,” you responded. “What we do isn’t nearly as flashy as what you do.”

Huntrix, and their predecessors could be considered the face of demons hunters. They were the ones people knew about, the ones people would think of when it came to demons. But you, and people like you?

The backstage crew. Working in the background, unnoticed but working just as hard.

“But what you do–it does work?” Rumi asked.

You let your gaze fall back to hers, taking in the tension in her posture, the unease and the undercurrent of restless energy. And again, you were hit with understanding. Understanding and sympathy.

Rolling your eyes, you raised your hand to make a flippant, loose-wristed gesture. “You literally saw me exorcise a demon with a talisman and spirit water. So; you tell me if ‘what I do’ really works.”

“She’s got you there,” Zoey whispered.

“Yeah, that was kind of pointless to ask ,” Mira added, just as quiet.

It was kind of cute how Rumi’s face started to turn red at their teasing, and cute still as she slapped both her hands on the table in her embarrassment. “You hunt demons,” Rumi said, unnecessarily loudly, and very pointedly, at you.

You nodded, “Among other things,” was your answer.

“We also hunt demons,” Rumi continued, looking to Zoey and Mira, and you nodded again, feeling that didn’t need an answer. She looked back at you, tension returning. “We’ve been thinking and talking, and…”

“We wanted to know if you would consider joining,” Zoey spoke up, an eager grin on her face as she leaning across the table towards you.

You blinked.

Well.

That was a thing.

You had been anticipating that they were going to ask if they could get a bulk order on charms and water or make you their supplier of demon-repellant items of the non-Honmoon variety. Maybe bother you into teaching them how to make bujeoks themselves or how to do purification rituals to make it harder for demons to trespass into certain places.

You were not expecting an actual invite to the group after one meeting.

Huh.

“You want me to join?” You repeated, pointing at yourself, uncertain if you just misheard her.

Mira nodded, confirming your question. “You have to admit; a partnership would make sense,” she pointed out, waving her hand to some of the talismans hanging from the wall. “From what we saw, you’re pretty good at dealing with demons, and don’t take this to assume we’re having trouble handling them on our own, because we’re not. But it never hurts to have some help.”

“It’d make taking them down easier and quicker for both of us,” Zoey added. “The more the merrier, you know?”

What they were saying made sense. These girls didn’t need your help, that much was obvious to anyone whose been keeping an ear to what’s going on among the demons. But as they say; there was strength in numbers.

Not going to lie; this proposition was interesting.

“Okay… say I agree. Then what exactly is in this for me? Why would I want to join?” you asked, folding your hands together as you straightened up.

You could see how this was going to benefit Huntrix; another hand on deck meant they weren’t spread as thin between the lives of Hunters and the lives of Pop Stars. But where did that leave you? Picking up the slack for them? Sure, exorcising demons was important to you, too. But if this was just going to be a one-sided arrangement, then that wasn’t going to be any fun.

After all, they’ve already made a point of how they didn’t necessarily need your help, and you’ve been doing just fine without theirs for these past few years. This partnership could hardly be said it was out of necessity. So. What reason did you have to go through with this?

The girls shared a look, and you wondered if they had expected you to just agree immediately. If so, you were sorry to disappoint, but they were going to have to work harder than that to win you over.

“Well, you’re going to make hunting demons easier for us, so obviously it’s going to make it easier for you to hunt demons, and you'll have someone watching your back in the fights, too,” Zoey looked to the others for help. “Isn’t that enough?”

You shook your head, grinning at her attempt. “I work primarily in prevention and defense, so I’m not on the frontlines as often as you girls are in getting rid of demons that have crossed the barrier,” you explained to her, “so, this won't make my workload any easier or lighter.”

She deflated a bit in her seat, and you felt a little bad at the sad puppy dog expression she had. But you pushed those feelings away as your attention fell to Mira, waiting for her offer.

“Obviously we can pay you if that’s what you want,” Mira answered, short and simple. “We can pay you better than whatever you’re making running this place. No offense, but you probably don't make much running this shop.”

No offense taken, and you didn't doubt that she could pay well.

It was hard to believe a pop group of their notoriety, one that had their own private of all things, didn’t have the funds to pay you a salary.

But while the money was certainly nice, you weren’t hurting so badly that you needed to be paid for your services in such a way.

So, once again, no.

Your gaze fell to the middle, staring Rumi down once again. “Well, Rumi. Going to aim for a strike three?”

Rumi said nothing for a moment, thinking her answer carefully.

You’ve made it clear that you didn’t care about being paid for working with them, and you didn’t care about whether this partnership made your own work against the demons easier. So, what did you care about? That was the question she intended to find the answer for..

She watched you just as closely as you had been watching her and the others. Took in your amused expression, took note of the curiosity and interest that was barely hidden beneath the grin. You weren’t nearly as dismissive of their request as you were pretending to be, and she could see that.

Straightening her back, Rumi found herself matching your own grin with one of her own as the answer you were waiting for came to her

“Because we can protect more people working together.”

You raised a brow, a silent urging for her to elaborate as your grin fell.

Rumi snatched your invitation and kept going, “Like you said; the work you do prioritizes repelling demons. Keeping them from being able to enter homes and from get close to people through your charm, right?” she asked, and didn’t wait for you to respond. “Right now, unless you’re breaking into homes when no one is around, you can only do this to people who come to you. But what if we could change that? Ensure that your charms can reach a larger audience without having to wait for them to come to you, first? If we could get your charms to more people, then they could keep more people safe from demons, right?”

“...Right…”

She smirked as she held her arms out slightly, “So, that is what you get out of this deal; you’ll be able to protect more people,” Rumi declared confidently.

Huh.

You ought to clap.

“Well, congratulations, Rumi,” you said slowly, keeping your eyes on her as you spoke. “You nabbed a homerun.”

She got you. Impressive, really. You weren't interested in the monetary gains that came with working with popstars, or whether or not a partnership was going to lessen the work you had to do. But if working with them meant that more people would be safe?

Now that was something you were interested in.

Zoey perked up, grinning as she looked between you and Rumi. “Wait! Does that mean you’ll consider working with us?”

“It means I’ve considered, and I want to join,” you corrected, smiling at the way the excitement blossomed across her face. Even Mira looked a little relieved. You looked back to Rumi, relaxing in your seat.

“If you’ve got the time, maybe we can discuss the finer details of how this is going to work.”

This was going to be a wonderful partnership.

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lbcreations-blog · 2 days ago

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where they like to kiss you ──── league of villains.

featuring. shigaraki, dabi, mr. compress, twice, spinner, toga. ( no all for one bc i don't like him )

notes. welcome to a draft from july 2024 🔥 adding this to my 'where they like to kiss you' series for my other fandoms

𖥔 ݁ ˖ TOMURA SHIGARAKI

hands. you can't convince me that he doesn't have a hand fetish or loves hands. of course, shigaraki wouldn't associate your hands with the ones he wears. he actually shows a lot of love to your hands, either gently kissing it or quickly pecking it. doesn't matter when or where, he wants to hold your hands all. the. time. this guy doesn't know how to kiss anywhere else, because it's a bit awkward for him to kiss elsewhere. expect little circles and a bit of gentle tracing.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ TOUYA TODOROKI ( DABI )

dabi likes to kiss the top of your head, somewhere where your skin cannot feel his rough lips. this man is insecure when it comes to making contact with your skin. he feels as if he doesn't deserve to kiss you just as much as you kiss his scars or even his lips. dabi loves to rest his chin on your head despite wtv your height is, move down to bury his face into your hair and boom. kiss. shower bro with love afterwards.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ATSUHIRO SAKO ( COMPRESS )

gentleman gentleman gentleman. compress adores kissing your knuckles along with your forehead. he's so gentle and sweet with peppering your knuckles n forehead with kisses. when he kisses your forehead, he makes sure to cup your cheeks and caress them with his thumbs. let's not forget the fact that he'll probably do the flower magic trick after adjusting your hair behind your ears. WAH HES THE STANDARD HES THE GENTLEMAN FOR REAL

𖥔 ݁ ˖ JIN BUBAIGAWARA ( TWICE )

twice lovesss kissing your entire face. his kisses are really sweet and innocent. like his world just lights up whenever he sees you, running over to shower your face with fluttering kisses. will not leave a single spot on your face unattended. he's so cute too, always spoiling with really cute affirmations that will always make you melt and want to kiss him back twice as much as he did. except he'll probably kiss you even more. it's literally unending...

𖥔 ݁ ˖ SHUICHI IGUCHI ( SPINNER )

the side of your head, aka your temples. he has this thing like, he snuggles his beak nose thingy against your cheeks before he kisses the side of your head. i don't know how that works but he loves pecking kisses on your temple. spinner probably massages your temples whenever you have headaches, one of the cure is definitely having his beak thingy nuzzling your temples for and in comfort.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ HIMIKO TOGA

sweet toga absolutely loves to kiss you on your lips and entire face like her bestie twice. she just loves to see the flustered face you'll always make whenever she pecks your lips. she'll then move onto your face, first kissing your nose then your eyes then cheeks vice versa. at the end, toga will squish your cheeks or playfully pinch it, her tolerance for your cuteness overloading. my girl will also squeeze you into a bear hug that you'll never escape from. you love it tho.

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lbcreations-blog · 2 days ago

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Can you write Toga x rookie Frm!hero she convinces to join the LOV

Of course! I hope you enjoy :) Reader is freshly 18 in this story :))

Pairing: Toga x Fem!Hero reader,

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence and absusive child hoods

Summery: After being forced to by a hero by the commission, you meet a girl that changed something in you.

You had freshly been a hero for two weeks. You would say it's been the worst two weeks of your life, but that wouldn't be the truth. Because every week of your life since you were five has been absolute hell.

You were gifted with an extremely strong ice quirk, one the commission thought would be perfect for a hero. They came to you and your family, promising whatever they would need or ever want if they simply gave you up and cut all ties.

Growing up in a poor family that had been struggling with 6 other children. They didn't even think twice before accepting the offer.

You had been excited, at the idea of being a hero. To be able to save people everyday like the ones you see on tv. Until you learned the truth of what your life would be like from now on.

They practically tortured you, forcing you to strengthen your quirk into the greatest weapon it could be. Because that's all you were to them, a weapon.

You didn't want to live like this, you wanted to have a family, to have a life. To have a name. The commission had stripped you of your identity and turned you into Glacier, the hero that was too cold for her own good.

You weren't the sweet smiley hero that everyone had expected you to be after you made your Debut. You were cold to everyone and angry at the world. But nonetheless you quickly started gaining popularity due to your strong power, and ability to quickly take down buildings.

The world saw you as this hero, but to yourself you were nothing but a government approved killer. The commission didn't care about saving people, no they just force you to kill the ones who do wrong. You wish people knew, what went on behind the scenes. You wish the public hated you, because you deserved it. You were a puppet and the commission was pulling the strings.

You continue on your patrol, walking through allies waiting to see something that you need to stop. You hear footsteps behind you, quickly turning around to be met with a girl who seems to be around the same age as you.

She smiles, one thy could scare most people. But not you, not with the things you've seen. "Aren't you a cutie! I could just eat you up!!" She has such a happy voice, but you can see the knife in her hand. So you know that chances are this encounter isn't going to go well.

It clicks, in your mind who she is. Himiko Toga, a member of the league of villains. "You're Toga aren't you?" You doubt that she'd confirm it, but it was worth a try you thought.

"Mhm! And you're the new hero Glacier! I couldn't find what your actual name is though.. Anyways! I was sent by Mr boss man to come find you!" The last part of her sentence throws you off. The leader of the league sent her to come find you. Which in your mind could only mean one thing, that she was here to kill you. You immediately get into a defensive mode, ready to surround her in ice at a moments notice.

"Woah! Don't worry I'm not here to kill you silly!" You wonder what other reason she could be here then. None of it makes sense, you don't understand what the league would want with you.

"Then what are you here to do?" You know that you could capture her right now, freeze her right now and be the one who captures her. But some part of you is compelling you to let you hear what she has to say.

"Well! To put it simply cutie! We want you to be apart of the league!" She says with the widest smile like she isn't talking to a pro hero currently.

"And why do you think I would do that? I should freeze you right now and turn you in." You mumble the last part, but you can tell she still heard it.

"Well you haven't yet, sooo! And because you'd be a perfect fit silly! We've seen your interviews; seen how angry you are at the world. You can come with us! You can change the way the world is today! C'mon Glacier! Turn the world into something you want it to be!" The fact that you're even considering her offer scares you. You're a hero you shouldn't be thinking like this, but the idea of taking revenge on those who have hurt you is more temping than you'd like to admit.

She must have noticed that you were deep in thought because she broke the silence. "C'mon I can tell you're thinking about it cutie! Let's get revenge on everyone who has hurt us together!" You think about Keigo, the only person who knew the real you. He had gone through the exact same thing you had. He was like an older brother to you, the only semblance to a family you've ever had.

You sigh, "take your knife out and come here." You've decided you want to control your life. You want to be who you want to be, not what others expect you to be.

"Huh? Why silly! I'm not supposed to hurt you, just bring you back!" Why doesn't she want to hurt you, isn't that her whole thing? It thoroughly confused you.

"Well unless you want every hero in the country swarming your hide out, you've got to cut the tracker out of my neck." She smiles even wider at that. The commission had decided that you shouldn't be trusted, after you had tried to escape multiple times. So they forced a tracker into you, and threatened to kill you if you tried to take it out yourself.

"Oh my gosh!! Yay! We're gonna have so much fun together Glacier you don't understand! I'm so happy to finally have another girl in the league." She skips over to you pulling her knife out. You turn around and pull your hair back. You can't believe you're trusting this absolute psycho.

You hiss in pain as she slices the back of your neck. It's not something you can't handle though. Quickly you feel her fingers pull the little device out of your neck. You quickly freeze the skin together, stoping the bleeding and allowing for it to heal much quicker than it would before.

"Is that the only one? I'd love to do it again!!" The deranged smile she gives you makes you chuckle. You don't know why you find it funny but for some odd reason you do.

"Yeah it is, I've been completely checked for any others." This makes you think of Keigo. The night the two of you had spent checking every inch of each other's body for trackers. In any other situation than the one you guys were in, it probably would have been awkward. But you guys understand that it was information you needed if you ever wanted to get out.

"Okay!! C'mon then let's go back to the hide out! Twice is going to love you!" She grabs your hand and starts leading you away. You know that you're going to have second choices about your decision, but there's no going back now. You've made your choice, and your choice is revenge on the people who have hurt you.

As you walk she starts to talk to you. "Are you gonna tell us your real name? Or are you gonna be like Dabi who won't tell us.. he's such a meanie!" She rambles on, you think it's sweet. You wonder what happened to get her here.

"Oh it's Y/n." This is the first time you've gotten to introduce yourself with your name. Not the one that was forced upon you.

"Ooo I love your name Y/n!!" To hear your name come from a persons mouth gives you a comfort that you didn't know you needed.

"So, what happened to you that you ended up here?" You decide to be rather blunt about it. That's always just been the way you are.

"Ohh! Well I was tired of people telling me who to be! I wanted to be able to express my love the way I wanted! Not how everyone else wanted me to!" Even though it sad, she still keeps a happy face. "Look!! We're here Y/n!!" She opens the door in front of you and the first thing you see is a bar is the man with the warp power behind it, and the leagues leader sitting at it. You take a harsh breath. Preparing yourself to accept your new life.

"Hm so you were successful Toga, good job." The warp guy is the first to speak. "Welcome to the League Glacier, make yourself comfortable as this will be your new home for the time being. My name is Kurioguri, the one sitting at the bar is Tomura Shigaraki. The league's leader." You nod in response and before you can say anything Toga interrupts.

"Her name is Y/n actually!! She told me on the way here! Isn't it pretty! Twice! Come here you've got to meet her!!" Kurioguri, must sense that Toga is mildly stressing you out.

"Toga, relax you're going to scare her away and that's the last thing we want to happen." Even if you want to show him appreciation for it, it's just not how you are.

"She's fine." Your voice comes out cold, and harsh. But you could honestly care less.

"Hm little hero's got some bite to her." A man with black hair appears out of one of the rooms in the back.

"Dabiiii shushhh!" Toga says walking over to him and pulls her knife out. He just pushes her away and scoffs.

"I don't know why you guys trust her, she's probably just here to gather intel for her little hero friends." You send him a glare. The only one of those assholes who was your friend was Keigo.

"Like hell I'd put myself in that much danger for those fucking assholes. They weren't my friends. They were shitty people who wanted me to do their fucking dirty work starting the day I turned 18." This seems to shut him up as he raises his hands in defeat.

"You were right Kurioguri she'll make a perfect addition." The leader, Shigaraki finally speaks. "She has the same itch for revenge." You can slightly see his eye through the hand on his face.

"So little hero, what exactly is your quirk." He says walking towards you. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"I can freeze any thing with molecules of water, including your blood which I'm going to do if you don't get the fuck off me." You think about just pushing him off but threatening him is much more fun.

"Alright damn, you're no fun." He takes his arm off your shoulder and walks away letting himself fall onto the couch.

Toga grabs your hand telling you about how she's got to show you around and show you her room. She's so excited about it and you realize that this is your life now. And you don't think you're too mad about it.

It turned out a little shorter than I wanted but I hope you enjoyed it!! As always requests are open open and happy reading <3

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TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab, reader is a hero course student (pretend everything that happened in their first, happened in their 3rd yr instead so that everyone is 18+), that being said this takes place after the provisional license exam, reader kinda sits back and takes it like a bitch sorry i was too lazy to write a power struggle, no sex, blood consumption, lazy ending bc idgaf and needa grind thru my remaining prompts GENRE: not smut but also not exactly sfw either? WORD COUNT: 1K SUMMARY: himiko loves you—and your blood—maybe a little too much. 🦊’s A/N: idk how i’m supposed to act after the most recent two eps so uhm. i WANTED to write sum based on togachako but. that’s too angsty 4 kinktober so uh take this instead ig .. also FORDULA was supposed to write this originally…. when i catch you stanford..

himiko toga was many things, and a lover was absolutely one of them. a lover of love, of passion, of blood, of you, and, most importantly, your blood.

the first time the two of you met one another was at the training camp aoyama had ratted out. she was immediately infatuated by you—which is when it all began.

at first, it was just minimal stuff, like looking you up on social media and seeing what posts you were tagged in, and then it quickly escalated to figuring out your schedule and secretly stalking you. whether that be following you home from a distance, your internship agency, or even just an outing with friends, himiko was always there, watching, spying, learning everything she could about you; eventually, it got to the point where she was always around you without your knowledge. whenever she wasn’t with the league, she was stalking you, and suddenly without even realizing it, she found herself sneaking into the dorms late one night, disguised as you, since she had been able to get her hands on some of your blood during your first encounter.

unbeknownst to himiko, however, is that for the longest time, ever since the training camp, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched all the time. at first, you thought it was just a trauma response from everything that had gone down, but after talking to your classmates about it, you quickly realized you were the only one someone had their eyes glued on.

which is why you started staying up late—tweaking in your bedroom over the fact that someone is definitely out to get you. toga, having expected this, had come up with a plan in advance.

knocking lightly on your door, you only get out of bed at the second series of knocks—it was 1am, what could possibly be so important that one of your classmates had to come wake you?

much to your horror, when you open the door, you’re suddenly standing face to face with—yourself!? what the fuck!

“wh—” you don’t get a chance to speak, however, when your double is glomping you and pinning you down to the ground.

were you dreaming? if so, now would be a fantastic time to wake up!

you’re brought right back to reality, though, when you feel a set of fangs are your neck and your own hair melting away to reveal messy blonde buns—himiko toga. your heart feels like it might pound out of your chest as her hands intertwined with yours, keeping them pinned down against the floor. she pulls away from your pulse point—not having bitten you yet—and looks you in the eye, your own face having melted away to be replaced by her own lovely one.

it’s true that her smile gave you butterflies, and you couldn’t deny the way your face felt warm from the close proximity, but that was surely just from your struggles—hey, why wasn’t your body fighting back? were you letting this happen? …shame on you, little hero.

“y’know,” she says your name before continuing, “i’ve been waiting so long to see you properly again—i’ve missed you so much,” the blonde says excitedly, cheeks rosy as she smiles wide.

“b–but—why?” you gasp out, looking up at the young woman on top of you.

“because i can’t stop thinking about you, silly,” she tells you, sounding awfully cheerful, as she leans in to press a fleeting kiss to your lips, two more to each of your flushed cheeks, and then down to the pulse point of your throat where you can feel her grin against the thin flesh there. “because i love you—i love izuku and ochako too, of course, but you—i really love you.” her breath is hot against your skin and a chill runs down your spine.

before you’re able to get another word in, she bites your neck with enough force to break the skin, not that it was very hard to begin with given her fangs, and draw blood.

“nngh—”

“say, you’re not resisting very hard—why is that, hero?” she asks as she begins lapping up the blood. “don’t tell me you have a crush on me?” she inquires, brows raising in interest and smile stretches wide.

her words made your body tense even more than it already was, and you actually reflect a bit on her words — the first time you had seen himiko, you had thought she was awfully cute, and you had wished so badly she hadn’t been a villain — and its all you can do to gasp out a quiet no! of denial.

“i don’t think that’s quite true,” the blonde insists, picking a new place along your neck to bite at and pierce the skin there. you tilt your head back on instinct in a very weak-willed attempt to get away, naively creating an even better opening for her, something she certainly appreciates.

“you don’t— don’t know what you’re talking about,” you spit out, hardly unable to deny the truth of it all.

were anyone to walk in right now, they would certainly be in for an odd sight; you with toga’s head straddling the real you’s hips and pinning your hands above your head.

“i think i do,” she coos before digging her teeth deeper into your neck and sucking against the skin there, sure to leave a hickey behind in her wake. this continues for about another five minutes, her drinking your blood until you began to feel a little woozy — which is about when you actually began to struggle in her grasp. you thought maybe you could’ve talked things out without creating a scene since it was so late, but now it may actually be too late.

“t–toga,” you squeak out, vision going dark. she wasn’t planning on taking so much blood that it would kill you—just leave you useless the next couple of days as your body recovered.

it doesn’t take much longer before you find yourself faint from blood loss and himiko’s sneaking out your window, dropping to the ground two stories below with a quiet thud and she’s booking it into the forest, sure to come back for a second round.

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｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡ 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨, 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩.

SYNOPSIS: a headcanon of how bnha boys (and toga) are whenever they miss you. PAIRINGS: various bnha boys x reader, also toga is included because it'd be fucked if i used her as an image and she weren't. like she is literally the definition of "i miss my wife tails". TAGS: pure fluff. so sweet. bakugou does have a VERY VERY small section of nsfw if you squint. all characters are aged up for my own mental health. in my head toga is also a pro hero but i guess you could picture her as a villain if you're a monster /j. AUTHORS NOTE: literally toga is not beloved enough. she is the literal defintion of "I LOVE MY WIFE SO MUCH". like hello, what?

IZUKU MIDORIYA ♡ the man that he is. izuku for sure misses you as SOON as he leaves the house whether that be for a pro hero mission or for work, he is missing you. ♡ 100% is texting you as soon as you or he leaves the houses. like he is such a needy husband. he will conjure up a reason to send you a cute little text whether that be asking what you want for dinner or sending you a picture of a feral cat. ♡ izuku, when you guys are married, is not shy about how much he misses you. whenever people ask him what he's doing after his mission he will announce "me and my wife are doing..." like even if you're not a pro hero other pro heroes KNOW YOU because of how much izuku gushes over you ♡ heaven forbid he ever goes on a multiple day long mission or else he might actually call you all the time. asks you to send him voice messages of your day, asks you to call him so he doesn't fall asleep alone. sends you little videos of him going throughout his day. ♡ when he gets back it is 100% date night !! he will take you to a fancy resturant he saw, or he will take you to a cute little store and insistenet you purchase as much as you want no matter how expensive it is. he really just loves his wife.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU ♡ katsuki bakugou never misses anyone ever. if you ask him he will say he does NOT think about you during his missions because he is locked into his mission. if anyone brings up the fact that katsuki DEFINITELY stares at a photo of you when he's away HE WILL DENY. ♡ katsuki shows that he misses you never through words, but always through words. he will text you randomly throughout the day just things like "what are you eating? has to be better than this garbage ass food" or "found this candle that you would like since you like spending money on useless crap i bought it for you." ♡ KATSUKI FOR SURE GETS BUTTHURT WHEN YOU LEAVE HIM ON READ. like you're working and cannot text him back immediately? he'll respond with "guess we're just leaving each other on read then" or something like "damn guess i should've married a wall at least im not expecting a text back from it." like katsuki is the sassy man apocolapyse. ♡ he 100% buys trinkets for you that reminded him of you. a little stuffed bunny from the store? that's literally you so usually when he comes home it's with a few cute gifts depending on how long he was away for. ♡ the day he comes home is reserved for "miss you" sex and him pampering you and treating you like a princess. he will cook you a beautiful gourmet meal, present his gifts and brush little kisses on your face.

HIMIKO TOGA ♡ as stated previously. himiko is quite literally the definition of "i miss my wife" along with izuku. like she HATES going out of town for missions because she is constantly thinking of you, what you're doing, if you miss her as much as she misses you. ♡ pro hero toga would NOT take your blood and drink it to comfort herself (but villain toga for sure would), my girl is for sure bringing things that remind her of you. if you bought her cute little hair ties she will only wear those! told her one of the necklaces she wore was cute and she will wear it always. ♡ toga for sure goes harder in battles when she's away from you because she HAS TO GET HOME TO HER WIFE OBVIOUSLY. like she will not be dying today, her wife misses her :/. furthermore she is also constantly calling and texting you even if she's in the middle of battle, like she will have you on a phone call in her ear buds while in battle. ♡ "how's your day, cutie patootie?" and all you hear is an explosion in the background before you go on about your day. it is very rare that himiko is not only given out of town missions but also takes them because she hates being away from one of the few people who loves her genuinely. ♡ himiko is absolutely putty in your hands when she does get home, like literally whatever you want. she'll cuddle you close to her chest and if you see a cute pair of high heels you want she is buying them for you INSTANTLY.

HITOSHI SHINSOU

♡ due to the nature of his work hitoshi will not be texting you or calling you during his missions. he is very rarely on his phone because he is often doing undercover spy work, but please do not take that to mean he does not miss you. ♡ hitoshi is very soft; he is not used to missing someone so he is not quite sure what to do with the feeling of wanting you next to him and that usually manifests in him doing things that remind you of him especially while he's undercover. ♡ your favourite meal becomes his favourite meal while he's away, your favourite colour is now his, your favourite scent is now his. hitoshi will always leave you with a hoodie that smells the most like him but in return he's taking one his shirts that you always sleep in so he can smell you while he sleeps. ♡ because hitoshi does undercover work, he is often by other people. often surrounded, but if he's not and he's going on a mission with aizawa or another undercover pro hero he is bringing you up so often in casual conversation, someone definitely has to tell him to stop because he doesn't realise he does it. ♡ when he gets home you are not leaving the bed. he is cuddling you close to his chest, explaining the mission to you and absolutely forcing you to tell him how your days were when he was gone. he will buy take out and pay that twenty dollar delivery fee just so you two can stay wrapped in each other at all times.

SHOUTA AIZAWA ♡ shouta, much like hitoshi, is usually constantly doing cover work which means that it would be dangerous to constantly be in contact with you and he tells you this each time before he leaves just so he can remind you that he is not ignoring you; he simply has to be locked in. ♡ shouta does not text you or call you, but whenever he's alone on a rooftop or in his hotel room he will look back at the photos and videos of you two especially your wedding photos where you are just glowing. ♡ shouta for SURE has a printed out photo of you laughing at him candid on the wedding day. he has it in a little necklace that he can look at whenever he misses you too much. feel like if you have stuffed animals he steals one so he can sleep with it (not cuddle it), but for sure sleep with it. ♡ shouta also likes to buy little knick knacks for your shared home whenever he is gone. it's usually like a little special magnanet, a teddy bear to add to your collection, a snowglobe if he goes to another country, just little things. ♡ shouta when he gets home is usually dog tired so he will insist that you take a nap with him regardless of the time of day afterwards he drowns himself in domestic tasks; cooking, cleaning the home, doing laundry. all things to try and pick up the slack that he left when he was gone.

KEIGO TAKAMI ♡ keigo is in the very awkward position of missing you immensely on his missions and having absolutely no idea how to express it because he has never been in the position to miss anybody ever. like he is used to a solitary life and now he has a wife that he is missing? he has no idea what to do with himself. ♡ the first day of him gone he is playing cool and nonchalant. each time he thinks he won't miss you, but it's always something little and stupid that triggers him spiraling and missing you (usually a song or a smell) and he is spam texting you. ♡ keigo also constantly wants to do phone calls, especially at night when he is calming down and relaxing becase he thinks of you the most when he is at ease. call you up so you can fall asleep to the sound of his voice and so he can fall asleep to the sound of you talking about your day. ♡ he is also definitely indulging in buying you trinkets, but it's usually not cute little one. it's usually expensive necklaces, beautiful earrings/bracellets, and if you have any body modifications he is 100% buying expensive body jewlerry. he is a bird and showers his partner in expensive and shiny things. ♡ usually when keigo gets back it's late so he will tuck himself into you and sleep. the next day he is taking you to an expensive fancy brunch or if you want an amazing homemade dinner. literally he just wants to feed you and take care of you, he wants you to know that there was not a single moment of the mission where he wasn't thinking of you (without actually just saying it.)

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how MHA lovers like to kiss you

pt. 2 of how they like to kiss uuuu ( ˘ ³˘) 💕

2nd and last part of how i think the bnha lovers would kiss you~ gender neutral and fluffay

includes: monoma, shinsou, sero, denki, iida, hawks, dabi and toga.

monoma loves sending you air kisses. First of all because they are practical, he doesn't even need to move, he sees you across the room and gets to tell you he loves you. But also because they are so fun ! He loves to remind you he loves you in a light-hearted way. Usual gestures can quickly feel too formal, but air kisses keep it cheeky. Idk, to me, it’s just so fitting ! Obvi he will kiss you for real often tho.

Sero: spider man kiss. Hello ? corny but accurate let's be real ! I feel like since he is a fan of spider man, he prolly knows about it already and really wanted to try it out. It was so fun ! So now you get to do it but only organically, if you happen to catch him in that position, after a joint rescue mission for exemple. It’s rather rare so it makes these kisses feel even more special.

hawks go-to kisses are french kisses. Pretty committed isn't it ? He just can't get enough of you and of the sensation. He is a pretty good kisser you can admit, but you’ve put it together: if he kisses you so much, it means you are a great kisser too ! ha-ah ! Anyway, your boyfriend will always make the time to kiss you with tongue, no matter when or where, even if the cameras are watching. Most of the time you’re the one to let go too cause he could breathe you in all day, forgetting he has actual responsibilities !

iida kisses your whole body. If you put it metaphorically, it's to show you he loves you from a to z. He never thought about it that way though, his silly mind just loves to shower every inch of you with love. It’s kinda surprising and fun to guess where he will kiss you next. Your pinkie ? Your knee ? Your braided hair ?? It’s super cute and pure.

Shinsou loves a chest kiss. He isn't big on PDA, but when he is physical with you behind closed doors, he's devoted to you. He loves to randomly kiss your chest at any given moment. Casual talk about what's for dinner ? He will lean in and kiss you through your hoodie and continue talking like nun happened. Cuddling together ? He will kiss you thousands of times on your chest, like a snuggling cat. Something about your chest feels warm and fuzzy.

Denki loves classic lip kisses. Goodbye ? Steal a quick kiss from your soft lips. Good morning ? A long but superficial kiss of your warm lips. Something about it is almost innocent to him. Sometimes he'll put his tongue in, yes, he is a freak at heart after all, but for casual instances, he’d rather give you a teasy lip kiss while looking you in the eyes.

Dabi is an ear kisser. yes yes. He will nibble a bit sometimes, whisper to you something before or after kissing your ears, breath in and caress you with wind. He knows you are very sensitive there, and he loves feeling his cheek against yours. Also when he kisses you it’s cold, just wanted to add that >u<.

Toga will almost exclusively hickey kiss you. She loooves the feeling of latching onto you, and leaving her mark. Kinda telling the whole word: yup, mine ! I did that ! don't get too close i'll be there ! Because her little fangs make her hickeys very recognisable too. She loves to leave her hickeys everywhere on you, but she has a preference for your neck. She can’t hold back that cuteness aggression when she sees your face !

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HII sending a askkk how about toga x shy reader !! and they are both in lov >..<

A/N note: yes bro! Thanks so much. Its not that good, but im notoriously known for completing fics fast. Word count: 650 Pairing: toga x shy fem!reader. Slightly steamy, fluffy, mutual love, possessiveness?, and lesbianism (ofc) enjoy!

Mine. All mine.

You didn’t even hear her come in.

One minute you were on the floor in your pajamas, hugging a pillow and scrolling through dumb videos, and the next—

“BOO!”

You squeaked, nearly throwing your phone as Himiko dropped behind you, arms wrapping around your shoulders like a snake.

“Toga!” you yelped, heart practically leaping out of your chest.

She cackled, burying her face into the crook of your neck. “Eeee! You always make the cutest sounds when you’re scared!”

You groaned into your hands. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.”

“Then I’ll just kiss you back to life~” she sang, swaying you side to side like she was dancing with a teddy bear. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, cutie?”

Your face went red instantly. “T-Toga…”

“Mmm,” she hummed, crawling around to sit in your lap like it was her throne. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“My name,” she whispered, her grin widening. “You always say it so shy. It’s adorable.”

You looked down, trying not to melt. Her weight on you, her eyes on you, her everything—it was all too much sometimes. But in that good way. Like butterflies and electricity and sugar highs all crashing into each other.

“Toga…” you said again, barely above a whisper.

And just like that, she shivered. “Ahhhh, I love that. I love you.”

She pressed a kiss to your cheek—then another, and another, until she was basically peppering your face with kisses like rapid fire.

“Stop—!” you giggled, squirming under her.

“Never!” she grinned, pinning your hands down. “I’m your girlfriend! It’s my JOB to make you blush and squirm and feel all fuzzy and dizzy and—ugh—so kissable!”

You blinked up at her, heart pounding. “You’re crazy…”

She tilted her head, eyes glinting. “Yeah? But I’m your crazy.”

The way she said it—so possessive, so giddy—sent chills down your spine. Good ones. The kind you didn’t want to admit you liked.

“Toga…” you said again, breath hitching just a little. You weren’t sure if it was nerves or something else, but your fingers curled into her sleeves, holding her closer.

That wild look in her eyes softened just a bit. Her smile turned lopsided and lovesick.

“You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” she whispered.

You blinked. “W-what?”

“You’re just… sitting there all sweet and quiet and blushing, and I’m going insane.” She leaned closer, noses brushing. “I could kiss you forever and still not be satisfied. Isn’t that awful?”

Your heart thudded.

She kissed you then—quick, warm, a little rough, like she couldn’t help herself. And then she was pulling back, giggling again, cheeks flushed like she was drunk on you.

“See?” she said. “Totally addicted.”

You couldn’t stop smiling, even if you wanted to. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m in love,” she said proudly, resting her forehead against yours. “And you’re my favorite thing in the whole world. Better than blood. Better than chaos. Just… you.”

You let your hands settle on her waist, relaxing under the weight of her affection. It was overwhelming, sure—but it was real. She was real. And she loved you with that strange, explosive, all-consuming kind of love that only Himiko Toga could give.

And even if it scared you a little… you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

You were just too cute to kill

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You know what would be great right now? Rumi, Zoey, and Mira teasing the reader for walking in on them, whether it’s them changing or pleasing each other🤤( that is, if you’re comfortable with that, of course )

~ polytrix x reader ~

kpop demon hunter

Walking In - 🌶

You didn’t mean to open the wrong door. Really.

The safehouse hallway looked the same in the dark, and you were half-asleep, just looking for water. But the second the door swung open, you froze.

Three heads turned at once.

Mira was the closest, her shirt halfway off, frozen mid-motion. Rumi was sprawled on the bed in a tank top, smirk already tugging at her lips. And Zoey… Zoey had her hair a mess, cheeks flushed, and that grin that told you exactly what you’d just interrupted.

“…Oh,” you croaked, heat rushing to your face. “I—uh—sorry—wrong room—”

“Wait,” Zoey sing-songed, sitting up straighter, her grin going positively wicked. “Did you just walk in on us?”

Rumi tilted her head, eyes sharp and amused. “Looks like it.”

Mira, of course, was the calmest — but her eyes lingered on your face just a second too long. “You going to leave,” she asked evenly, “or are you going to stand there staring?”

Your mouth opened. Closed. Nothing coherent came out.

Zoey gasped dramatically. “Oh my god, look at you blushing. You totally were staring!”

“I wasn’t—!”

“Yes you were,” Rumi cut in smoothly, pushing herself up on her elbows. “I could count the seconds you froze. At least five.” Her smile sharpened. “That’s practically ogling.”

Mira folded her arms, still shirtless, one eyebrow raised. “And what exactly did you see in those five seconds?”

“Nothing!” you squeaked, ears burning. “I’m leaving—”

But Zoey hopped off the bed, blocking the door before you could bolt. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh no, no, no. You don’t get to just walk in on us and then run away.”

“She’s right,” Rumi said, her tone dangerously close to a purr. “Feels like you owe us something.”

Mira finally smirked, low and sharp. “At the very least,” she murmured, “an explanation.”

Zoey leaned closer, voice dropping into a playful whisper. “So tell us,…” Her fingers brushed your sleeve, her grin all teeth. “…Did you like what you saw?”

Zoey’s question hung in the air, her grin daring you to answer.

Your silence was answer enough.

“Look at her face,” Rumi drawled, sitting up properly now. Her eyes glittered with amusement, her demon marks faint but visible in the low light. “She did like it.”

Mira’s smirk deepened. “Of course she did.” She finally pulled her shirt the rest of the way off — deliberately slow, like she was putting on a show just for you. “Who wouldn’t?”

You swallowed hard, backing up—only to bump right into Zoey, who’d positioned herself squarely in the doorway.

“Oh, no, baby,” she said sweetly, tilting her head. “You’re not getting away that easy.”

Rumi swung her legs over the bed and patted the mattress beside her. “Come here.”

“I—no, I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to look?” Mira interrupted smoothly, leaning against the wall with arms folded, the faintest curl of a smile playing on her lips. “Or didn’t mean to get caught?”

Zoey giggled, looping an arm through yours before you could reply. “Caught red-handed,” she teased, tugging you forward. “And red-faced. God, you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Rumi grabbed your wrist the moment you were in reach, guiding you down to sit on the edge of the bed. “You walked in on us,” she said matter-of-factly, her tone deceptively calm. “That means you’re part of this now.”

“Part of—?” Your voice cracked, heat flooding your cheeks.

Zoey plopped down on your other side, beaming. “Yup! House rules.”

Mira pushed off the wall and came closer, her gaze sharp but amused. She leaned down just enough that you felt her breath near your ear. “So…” Her voice was low, rich. “Are you ready to admit what you were thinking when you opened that door?”

You could barely breathe, caught between Zoey’s warmth, Rumi’s grip, and Mira’s gaze.

And judging by their smirks, they knew it.

Zoey’s finger still rested against your lips when she tilted her head, grin going sly. “You know, we could stop teasing…”

Rumi leaned closer, her voice a low hum in your ear. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Before you could answer, Zoey kissed you — quick, messy, eager — stealing your breath. You barely had time to gasp before Mira’s hand slid along your jaw, guiding your face so she could press her mouth to yours next, slow and deliberate.

By the time Rumi claimed her turn, teeth grazing your bottom lip, you were already dizzy.

“See?” Zoey giggled against your throat as she pushed you back onto the mattress between them. “She likes it.”

Rumi’s fingers trailed down your arm. “She loves it.” She kissed her way across the marks like she was staking a claim.

Mira’s hands were steady, slipping beneath your shirt. Her eyes met yours — calm, intense. “Beautiful,” she murmured, before lowering her head to press a kiss just above your waistband.

Your hips jerked at the contact, a helpless sound escaping your throat.

The three of them laughed softly, delighted.

Zoey straddled your thighs, pinning you with surprising strength for her playful grin. “What’s wrong, baby? Too much attention?”

“Or not enough?” Rumi countered, sliding her hand under your shirt to join Mira’s, both of them mapping out your skin with maddening slowness.

You tried to speak, to protest, but Zoey kissed you again — deeper this time, her tongue teasing past your lips while her hips rolled down against yours in a rhythm that had your breath stuttering.

Rumi’s mouth followed the lines of your body, each kiss rougher, sharper, until she reached your stomach. Mira’s hands held your hips still, her gaze never leaving your face as she pressed another slow kiss below your waist.

“Mine,” Mira whispered.

“Ours,” Rumi corrected, licking a stripe across your skin that made you shiver.

Zoey giggled against your lips, her hand sliding down between your bodies. “Oh yeah. Definitely ours.”

By the time their mouths and hands moved lower, you were already trembling — overwhelmed, breathless, but unable to stop them. And the worst part? You didn’t want to.

Zoey’s hand slipped under your waistband first, fingers warm, teasing. She broke the kiss just long enough to smirk down at you. “You’re so hard trying not to make noise.”

Mira’s grip tightened on your hip, holding you steady. “She’ll make noise,” she murmured, low and certain.

Rumi’s mouth was the first to trail lower, tugging your clothes down with deliberate slowness. Her lips brushed just above your most sensitive spot, hot breath ghosting over skin that made you twitch. “Already shaking,” she teased. “And we’ve barely touched her.”

Zoey finally slid her hand all the way in, her fingers stroking with maddening precision. The first press of her fingertips had you gasping, hips jerking up — only to be slammed back down into the mattress by Mira’s strength.

“Stay still,” Mira ordered, her calm voice making the command even sharper.

Zoey laughed softly, leaning close to your ear. “She can’t stay still. Look at her.” Her fingers picked up pace, the wet sound of your arousal filling the air. “God, you’re soaking already.”

Rumi licked a slow stripe up your folds, catching Zoey’s fingers with her tongue before dipping lower. The sensation ripped a sound from you that you couldn’t hold back.

“There it is,” Mira murmured, finally satisfied.

Zoey’s eyes sparkled as she watched you unravel. “Told you we’d get her to scream.”

Rumi didn’t give you a chance to breathe — her mouth worked you with single-minded focus, tongue curling exactly where you needed it. When she sucked, your back arched off the bed, only for Mira’s hand to flatten against your chest, pressing you down.

“Not yet,” Mira said firmly, even as her free hand slid between your thighs to join Rumi’s mouth. Her fingers slipped inside you in one smooth thrust, curling upward until you cried out.

Zoey ground down against your thigh, moaning softly at the friction, her grin feral. “She’s so fucking perfect like this. Look at her. Ours.”

You were trembling, pinned, overwhelmed — their mouths and hands everywhere, working you past the point of reason.

When Mira finally gave a sharp nod, Rumi sucked harder, Zoey pressed her palm harder against your clit, and Mira’s fingers curled just right — and that was it. You came apart violently, voice breaking, body shuddering in their hold.

They didn’t stop right away. They kept you there, milking every wave until you were whimpering, too sensitive, your thighs trembling around Rumi’s head.

Only then did Mira ease her fingers out, slow and careful. Rumi licked her lips smugly, sitting back. Zoey kissed you again, softer this time, even as her grin lingered.

“See?” she whispered against your mouth. “You walked in on us… but you’re never walking out the same.”

Your body was still trembling when they finally eased off. Every nerve felt like it was buzzing, your chest rising and falling too fast, sweat cooling against your skin.

Zoey was the first to move — climbing off your lap and collapsing dramatically beside you, her grin softer now. She propped her chin on your shoulder, eyes glittering. “Told you we’d make you scream.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “I didn’t— I wasn’t—”

“Shh.” Mira’s voice was calm, steady, like she hadn’t just pinned you down and broken you apart. She tugged your hands gently away from your face, brushing a damp strand of hair back. “Don’t argue. Just breathe.”

Rumi stretched out on your other side, head propped on her hand, the faintest smirk tugging at her lips. “You looked good like that,” she admitted, voice low. “Real good.”

Zoey giggled, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “She’s blushing again.”

You muttered something incoherent, but it only made them laugh softly, warmth filling the space where the tension had been.

Mira tugged the blanket off the foot of the bed and covered you with it, then slid down to lie beside you, her body pressed solidly against yours. “She’s shaking,” she noted. “Keep her warm.”

Zoey immediately curled closer, throwing an arm across your waist. “Already on it.”

Rumi sighed, rolling onto her back — but her hand stayed on your stomach, thumb stroking idly over your skin.

The silence that followed was comfortable, broken only by the sound of your breathing finally slowing.

When you opened your eyes, the three of them were watching you — Zoey’s playful grin softened into something fond, Rumi’s smirk gentled into quiet pride, and Mira’s calm gaze softened with something warmer, deeper.

“You’re ours now,” Mira murmured, simple and certain.

Rumi leaned in to press a kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget it.”

And Zoey? She snuggled closer with a mischievous little hum. “Guess walking in was the best mistake you ever made.”

You laughed weakly, but it came out more like a sigh of contentment. Because she was right.

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BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

°ᡣ𐭩 . Fem! Chubby! Reader! X polytrix

SUMMARY ꒱ ➜ the girls notice their girlfriend staring at her reflection with hate more often, so they decide to show her how beautiful she really is

CONTENTS ꒱ ➜ reader has stretch marks this occurs post movie so Rumi has her patterns out in the open, VERY fluffy, brief nudity (reader is wearing her underwear), body worship, the girls kissing all over readers body, body insecurities, body dysmorphia, praise, zoey is neurodivergent in this (I don’t specify what she has but she stims and is hyper fixated with reptiles)

CREDITS ꒱ ➜ Huntrix belong to KPOP Demon Hunters (Sony) on Netflix, divider by @leilakittya

AUTHORS NOTE ꒱ ➜ hiiii! I know I usually write for gender neutral reader but this is very self indulgent + I may start writing for fem reader and gn reader from now on! If this is an issue for you simply unfollow me please, this is MY blog and I can write/post what I want

you couldn’t stop staring at yourself in the mirror, the way your body sat there, the way the stretch marks practically glared at you, as if mocking you for their existence

the way your panties tightly constricted against your thighs, said thighs being massive and jiggle, stretch marks littering where your hips met your thighs. the way your bra made your arms seem bigger than they were, outlining the thickness of them.

due to being too busy staring at every flaw on your body, you failed to notice the presence of your lovely girlfriends at the doorway

the girls weren’t stupid, they knew that you were stuck in your head once again, your thoughts unyielding, louder than ever. they could practically see as each individual thought appeared as your eyes glared at the mirror, as if glaring would rid you of all your insecurities and put a stop to the thoughts.

rumi could relate the most to your body issues, only recently learning to love herself and her scars (both physical and mental), she hated what met her in the reflection for years due to celines clear distain for them, constantly reminding her of her past and how she was a ‘mistake’.

the girls all silently looked at each other before nodding in agreement, they could read each others thoughts by now due to living together for so long.

you jumped, a small yelp escaping your mouth at the sudden feeling of arms wrapping around you from behind, a warm presence making itself known against your back

you didn’t meet their eyes in the mirror, you refused to, knowing what they were thinking already.

“c’mon let’s lay down on the bed ok?” zoey asked, her hand gently tugging against your wrist to manoeuvre you towards said bed.

you let out a ‘huff’ from the landing onto the bed. before you could let your thoughts consume you once more, the girls all instantly tackled you into the bed before covering you in kisses

you giggled slightly, as some of the kisses were ticklish, only to stop as soon as they reached your thighs, where the stretch marks were most prominent.

you tried hiding your face against the pillow, only for rumi to gently take your face and make you face her, eyes staring into your soul, as if trying to dig deeper into your brain and scoop out the thoughts herself.

you felt zoey and mira gently kissing against the stretch marks as if they were made from fragile glass, their hands gently caressing your calves whilst doing so.

“y/n, you’re beautiful just the way you are. we love you because you’re you, we don’t care how you look. we love you now and we always will. we will kiss away every insecurity if we can, we will do whatever to keep your thoughts at bay” rumi whispered against your lips, before gently pressing hers against yours, letting it linger there for a bit before letting go.

you bit back a whimper, tears threatening to spill at the way they gently handled you as if you were made of glass.

the tears failed to get past rumi, her eyes on the verge of watering themself.

“do you want us to show you even more how much we love and appreciate you? we can do take this further if you want. if not then we can just sit here and watch TV” rumi asked, making sure you felt 100% sure and comfortable and not pressured into doing anything you didn’t want to.

“can we cuddle please?” you managed to sniffle out between tears, rumi simply nodding in response before she got up to get some snacks and comfy pyjamas whilst zoey put the TV on, an animal documentary solely on tortoises on the screen as usual.

you may have your bad days of body dysmorphia, but you know that the girls have your back no matter what and will always comfort you when needed, they’ll always be there for you and you for them in return.

you noticed how zoey started briefly stimming, her fingers actively wiggling about as if possessed. a big part of you was excited to hear her ramble about tortoises whilst the documentary played out, loving how she was so hyper fixated on reptiles.

rumi came back with the snacks and pyjamas. you and the girls changing from every day clothes to nice fluffy pyjamas.

now in comfy pjs’, with snacks set up and a documentary playing, you all cuddled up against each other. rumis’ hand squeezing yours, a gentle reminder she, and the girls, were there for you.

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Physical Affection

Zoey

Zoey does not shy away from physical affection at all.

In fact, she LOVES physical affection, and she loves you. So why wouldn't she want to show it in every way she could?

Any and every chance she has, she's going to be touching you. Doesn't matter where you're at or what you're doing.

Holding your hand or linking arms while you are walking together. Hand on your lap or snuggled up against you when sitting together. Hugging you every opportunity she has.

Loves to sneak up and hug you from behind when you least expect it.

If your sitting somewhere, she will just come out of nowhere and plop herself on your lap like that's where she belongs.

Her favorite pillow is your lap, her favorite teddy bear is you. There is no escaping it when she's sleepy.

Love to go for your ticklish spots. Prodding with her fingers or just feather light kisses and keeps going until you're both a laughing mess.

Mira

She's far more into acts of service tbh. She will take care of you every way she can and play it off as if it's not a big deal.

But also she immediately caves if you initiate any kind of touch. Because yes, she wants to hold your hand and cuddle.

But she can't bring herself to say it because what if you don't think she's cool anymore? Plays it off as her just doing it because it's what you want.

After a while she gets more comfortable with allowing herself to be more open about what she wants when it comes to physical touch.

She has far more self-control that the others when in public.

But when you're somewhere more private? She will be pulling you into her lap and keeping you there for however long she wants.

If she catches someone audacious enough to flirt with you? Drags you to away for a few minutes and when you come back, you will be covered in hickies and lipstick marks, with her looking smug.

If you're being a brat; Mira will weaponize physical affection against you, because she knows how it turns you into putty in her hands.

Absolutely loves it when you comb through her hair. Mira finds it so soothing when you run the comb or your fingers through the strands. She could fall asleep to it.

Rumi

This girl is so fucking starved for physical affection, but also was raised to not let anyone too close out of fear her patterns will be discovered.

During the beginning of your relationship?

She wants to take your hand and hold it but is scared to reach out. Wants to be able to hold and touch you whenever she wants, but feels like she doesn't deserve to because of the patterns.

It falls on you to initiate all the physical affection at the start, you're the one to reach out to her and while she is hesitant to accept, she always melts into your touch immediately.

Once she's come to accept her patterns as part of herself and to love herself fully? Girl you better believe she is making up for lost time.

She becomes worse than Zoey in how much she needs her hands on you.

Stands behind you while when you're talking with someone, arms wrapped around you with her chin on your head, because you belong in her arms and no where else.

If you let go of her hand or pull yourself from her embrace for any reason, she's immediately sad. "Why are you leaving? Do you not love me anymore? 🥺”

Love. Bites.

Rumi is a biter and you cannot tell me otherwise.

Leaves her mark every chance she gets, you are going to live the rest of your life with a hickey 24/7 from her.

You tracing her patterns while you're cuddling? Or kissing her patterns? She's swooning.

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What about a Reader s/o who has tattoos representing the girls? A turtle and lyrics that represent Zoey, a fox and a crescent moon for Mira, then finally for Rumi, Reader gets a large cat like a panther and then her demon markings on her arms. You can write both SFW and NSFW reactions if you want or just one.

Tattoos

pairing: Rumi, Mira, Zoey x reader / polytrix x reader

A/N: some nsfw but not blatant. anon consider reader, zoey, and mira all getting matching demon mark tattoos to match with rumiiiiiii

mostly individual reactions just because it's a little easier that way but trust polytrix real

Zoey would die for the turtle tattoo im ngl. she's the most likely of them to immediately suggest getting a matching tattoo with you because she loves it so much

i love the lyrics part so much because it's something that i think Zoey's always been a little insecure about. we don't know much about her background obvi but i think her love of like writing music was something she definitely got made fun of for so seeing that you associate it with her and support her enough to get it permanently marked on you??? zoey heart eyes for sure

not telling Zoey and letting her catch sight of it while she's pulling reader's shirt off, actually. she's such a freak that it would turn her on. like a permanent hickey in her opinion like there she issssss

if you get a tattoo for Mira honestly expect her to propose she's so fucking flattered immediately. she's just staring at it with wide eyes for so long that you start to think she doesn't like it

reader starts to cover up the tattoo and Mira immediately jumps in to go on about how much she likes it

the sight of it makes Mira feel shy more than anything. for someone who spent so much of her early life feeling like she would never have a family/fit in, the tattoo means so much to her whenever she sees it

a constant reminder of how important she is and how much you care for her???? she never ever would have thought of the idea but now that she has it she can't live without it

Mira's always touching the tattoo whenever she's near you. touching reader through clothing when you're in public, using it as an anchor when she guides you through crowds

when the skin is bare her hand barely leaves it unless she has to. she just loves to feel it beneath her fingers. it's calming. and a little hot, if she's honest

Mira the most likely to get a tattoo of something that reminds her of you in response i think

Rumi straight out sobs when she sees the marks. her biggest insecurity is something that you want tattooed across your skin forever? she can't handle it. just climbs into your lap and clings to you until she can pull herself back together

Rumi always biting/mouthing at the panther. biter Rumi truther and I won't be ashamed

whenever she gets the slightest bit stressed, she reaches for it. it's become a real comfort for her and she's not even entirely aware that she's doing it

she's on yet another phone call with an important person who keeps droning on and she's leaning against you and just tracing her fingers back and forth along the lines like she's in a trance

Zoey joking about how you and Rumi showed up in the same outfit whenever her patterns and your tattoos are visible, and Rumi just eats it up. she gets all shy but she loves it so much

catching Rumi just staring at it with heart eyes all the time

polytrix constantly leaving hickeys over their individual tattoos. like sign here

Zoey starts going for Rumi's when she wants to get a lapful of jealous demon. she fears Mira's wrath too much to try for hers

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@decorativestatuary posted this in a Star Trek group and I was sad we couldn’t reblog so here it is :)

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heyy! hope you're having an amazing day so far! this is an idea that i've had in my head for a while, but for some reason i never got around to make this request to anyone LMAO

anyways, i was wondering if i could request a polytrix and fem! reader scenario, where one night, the reader has a dream of watching the girls interacting with and getting along just fine with one of the reader's parents (who unfortunately already died before the reader started dating the girls, whether it happened 5 years ago or when the reader was only a child) and the parent thanks the girls for taking care of their daughter and that they already think of them as their own daughters-in-law despite not getting married yet? once the reader wakes up from the dream, she starts crying because she's devastated that not only will her parent never meet her girlfriends, but they'll never be able to watch them getting married or even becoming a grandparent (if the girls decided they wanted to have kids). and the girls comfort her after they wake up to her crying.

tysm! 💞

hi love!! thank you so much for your ask! i took this idea and ran full sprint with it, i loved it so much. hopefully i can do it justice lol

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pairing: polytrix x f!reader

cw! “nightmares,” but not really? fluff, angst in the flashbacks, mentions of death, fluff AGAIN, intended lowercase

you were met with familiar surroundings, the calm nature around you bringing you back to your life before you met your girlfriends. the tall grass that brushed your shins flowed with the gentle breeze. you could hear birds singing in the distance, and the hum of cicadas from the nearby patch of trees.

it was home.

not your home now, but one from long ago. when your life was entirely different. you turned to see your mother, your best friend, speaking with rumi as she ran a comb through her long hair. to their left, zoey sat in the grass, picking wildflowers and laughing. to their right, mira stood, arms crossed in a protective stance, but her posture showed pure relaxation.

they weren’t dressed in the usual glamor from their idol lives, just stripped down to simple white clothing. they all looked content, listening to your mother speak. and for a moment, you were frozen.

your mother, who has raised you into the caring woman you are today. the one who took care of you, even when she couldn’t take care of herself. she was your best friend, though you hadn’t seen her in years. slowly, you willed your legs to move as you took slow steps towards the group.

“…mom?” you called out, but your voice was quiet. too quiet, too unnatural to be your own. you tried again, yelling for her attention, for them to see you. but again, your voice seemed to be muffled, as if you weren’t there. as if you were a spectator to this moment.

you stood in front of them now, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks. they were talking about you. in the peaceful bliss of this moment, the girls, who had never met this woman, still talked about you. they praised your endless kindness. told her, “she’s perfect. we couldn’t be happier.”

the woman smiled, and the comb against rumi’s hair halted. she stood, her white gown swaying in sync with the grass below her.

“thank you,” she said proudly, “for taking care of her. for being there when i no longer could.”

the girls stood to hug her, one by one thanking your mother for raising a woman they had come to love. the tears on your cheeks seemed to stream faster, more aggressive, and before you knew it, you let out a choked sob. you tried to call for them, to get their attention, to talk to her one last time. it never worked.

the landscape around you began to fade out as you were shaken from your dream. your eyes opened to see zoey sitting in front of you, looking concerned. she was back in her colorful outfit, no more cotton garments of pure white. she brushed away strands of hair that had stuck to your forehead.

you were laying on the couch, head in rumi’s lap. you had fallen asleep during movie night. your breathing was shallow and uneven as you readjusted to your environment. your eyes were wet, the tears from your dream seeming to follow you into life.

you pressed your eyes shut, willing the tears to go away. you were suddenly overwhelmed by a beeping sound, a memory you had tried hard to suppress. you were taken back to the sterile white walls, the smell of saline and disinfectant. your mothers hand gently clutching your arm as she breathed shallowly. the tears didn’t stop.

“what’s wrong, babe?” rumi asked from above you, placing a hand in your hair and running her fingers through it.

the sound of a flatline, nurses rushing in, eyes closing. a sobbed wracked your body. the wilted flowers on the side table, the “get well soon!” balloon, slightly deflated, tied to the headboard of the hospital bed. the smell of sickness, of treatment, of loss. it was too much, but the dream wasn’t enough. it felt too real, more real than the memories that plagued your usual dreams. somehow, a reality that never existed felt more right than the true ending.

mira had returned to the room now, crouching next to zoey as she gently held your hand. rumi’s fingers never stilled in your hair, and zoey dried your tears every time they fell. she placed a gentle kiss to your nose.

“what’s going on, sweetheart?” she asked gently, trying to calm the sobs that had taken over your body. “did you have a nightmare?”

you cracked your eyes open to look at her, shaking your head no, but you couldn’t will your mouth to speak. they were patient, waiting. they let you take time to try and collect yourself, gently holding you.

“i had a dream,” you finally spoke, voice gentle and sad. “my mom..” the three exchanged sad glances. you had told them you loved her, lost her. they never pressured you to tell them why, just silently understood.

“you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to..” mira began, rubbing small circles against your knuckles.

“no- no, it’s fine. um…” you stuttered as you tried to compose yourself. “my mom, she was with you. you all sat with her, talked with her, about me. you only said good things about me. you told her how it is to be with me. and she was happy. she thanked you. you hugged her.” the ghost of a smile tugged at your lips, before it fell again. “but i couldn’t say anything. you guys couldn’t hear me…”

the girls listened intently, their comforting movements never halting, but you could tell your words had touched them. your mothers approval, even if it wasn’t more than a dream, had satisfied a small part of curiosity in them.

“what… what happened to her? would you be okay telling us?” rumi asked gently, not wanting to upset you more.

you looked at the three of them in turn, and sighed. “she… passed away a few years ago. she got sick, she was in the hospital. but, she didn’t make it..” your words were heavy in your mouth, admitting something you had never shared with them. something that was usually too hard to tell.

before you knew it, they were all on the couch, making a makeshift dogpile of a hug. no words were said, nothing would really help anyway. they just held you. they gently rubbed your shoulders, your back, your hair, your arms.

finally, after quiet had passed and your tears had stopped, zoey uttered a small, “thank you for telling us. i know it’s hard, but we’re here.”

“always,” mira had finished. rumi nodded along in agreement, pressing a light kiss to your head.

the memories, once too hard to bare, seemed lighter now. they still hurt, but you knew you weren’t alone. you could share the vulnerability, share the burden of the past. and they would carry it for you, every single time.

🩷i hope you enjoyed it! i had a ton of fun writing it (i think im a sucker for angst comfort) lol. also, you guys have been blowing up my notifications! thank you sm for all the love on the recent fics and drabbles! it means the world to me :) 🩷

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Entangled Ribbons

⚠️Warning⚠️ fluff, slow burn, soft polyship, teasing, emotionally repressed reader, found family vibes, reader is based on Obanai Iguro from Kny

The dorm is quiet—well, quieter than usual. The only noise comes from muffled giggles in the hallway and the rhythmic brushing of fabric as you wrapped new tape around your ankles. You were meticulous with prep, down to the last thread—because perfection isn’t a goal, it’s the baseline. Anything less is sloppy.

“Still wrapping your ankle like it’s a ritual sacrifice?”

Mira’s voice breezed in like always—smug and sweet. She dropped beside you on the floor without asking, stretching her legs out lazily.

“I saw how tight your turns were during rehearsal,” you replied coolly, not looking up. “You’re over-rotating again. You’ll fall if you keep that up.”

“Always the critic,” she said, but there was no bite in it. Only something warm. Amused.

“You like it,” Zoey chimed from her bed, lying upside-down with a face mask on, legs draped over the headboard. “The way she glares at us like we’re a misaligned dance formation.”

Rumi, from the vanity, glanced at you in the mirror. “It’s not a glare. It’s her version of a love confession.”

Your hands froze on the tape.

“…Don’t be ridiculous,” you muttered, but your face betrayed you for a second. A flicker of heat.

The three of them noticed. Of course they did.

“Ohhh?” Mira leaned in, eyes gleaming. “Did the ever-stoic Y/n just blush?”

“I did not.”

“You absolutely did,” Zoey said, rolling onto her stomach now like a cat that caught something interesting. “We should document this. Frame it. Make it the album cover.”

“You’re insufferable,” you told them, but you didn’t mean it. Not really.

Because even if they were chaos incarnate, you always kept an eye on them. You’d memorize how Rumi’s movements got sharp when she was angry. How Mira only smiled like that when she was genuinely relaxed. How Zoey, loud as she was, checked every single member’s water bottle before rehearsals.

They were a mess. Your mess.

Rumi stood, walking over and dropping to her knees beside you. She didn’t say anything—just began helping with the last loop of your ankle wrap. Her touch was steady. Gentle.

“You know,” she said, eyes meeting yours with a quiet intensity, “we don’t mind that you’re not like us.”

You blinked.

“You’re serious, quiet, and terrifying half the time,” Zoey added helpfully, “but we like that about you.”

“…You don’t have to say that.”

“We want to say it,” Mira said, wrapping her arms around you from behind. “We like you because you’re you. And you always have our backs. Even if you scold us like a Victorian ghost.”

You looked down at your wrapped ankle, now completed with careful precision—not just by your own hands.

Then you looked at them.

Zoey’s grin, half-sarcastic but soft around the eyes.

Rumi’s quiet gaze, all steel and heat.

Mira’s warmth curled around your shoulders, chin on your neck.

“…Tch. You’re all ridiculous,” you mumbled.

But your fingers moved anyway—reaching for their hands, one by one, and holding on.

They didn’t need fireworks from you. Just your quiet devotion.

And they knew—beneath all your sharpness—you’d already given it.

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Painting

Polytrix x reader

An: Hi again. I’ve had such inspiration again with writing and I think it's going to be a more regular thing… so I will be doing requests if anyone wants to request anything. If not I’m sure I’ll have my own ideas. This is like my ultimate hyper fixation right now. I've already gotten one and I'm gonna post it after this one. This fic is based on all the fanart ive seen of Mira and Zoey painting demon marks on themselves so shout out to all of that amazing fanart I love it!

Summary: Mira and Zoey think Rumi is still ashamed of her patterns, maybe so face paint can help fix that.

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“Hey Mir, hi Zo.” You greet them as you hear the elevator door open. “Hi babe,” Zoey answers back, rushing over to your side to show you the stuff she got. “Zoey, show them the thing we got,” Mira encourages, pointing to the plastic bag. “Ooh! Yes! Ta-da!” Zoey grins, pulling on a face painting kit with an array of colours. “What? You want me to paint you guys a tiger face?” You joke, laughing at your own joke. “No.” Zoey shakes her head. “We had a much better idea than that… But if you could figure out how to do a turtle, I might consider that for another day.”

“Mira should say it; it was her idea,” Zoey says, directing your attention to your other girlfriend. “Well... it's about Rumi. After everything that happened with the Honmoon and her patterns. I think that she’s still uncomfortable or maybe ashamed about her patterns. And well… we all love her; we want her to feel safe around us. So I was thinking, with the face paint. We could get some matching patterns with Rumi… who knows, maybe it will make her feel better.” Mira explains in her usual calm tone.

“That is a really sweet idea, and you want me to paint us?” You ask, already smiling at the image of that. “Well yeah, you’re the best at painting out of all of us.” Zoey interjects. “Skin is a little different than a canvas.” You counter. “But, that is a really good idea. Let’s do it.”

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“Zoey... sit still,” you say softly, focusing intently on the purple line you are painting just under her ribcage. “It's so cold,” she shivers, trying to keep still despite it. “Can’t you, like, warm up the paint?” Zoey asks, looking down at you. “I don’t think it works like that Zo, but I'm so close to being done.” You say, finishing up a line that stretches from her hip near the center of her stomach. “There,” you declare, pulling away as Zoey pulls out her phone to check out the paint job. “Wow… it is so pretty!” Zoey exclaims, looking down at herself, turning her arms to look at all the winding lines.

“Okay, my turn,” Mira declares as she scoots close to you. Before you started, both of them put on shorts and a cropped shirt, so it was much easier. You dip the brush back into the purple, starting a line curling around Mira's forearm. Zoey settles next to both of you, watching as you work. “It does feel weird; I kinda like it,” Mira chuckles to herself. “I don’t know, it's like relaxing, like a weird spa treatment,” Mira sighs as you finish a pattern near her wrist. You continue moving down to her torso, focused on the direction of the brush strokes.

“Do you think Rumi will actually like this?”

Zoey asks, maybe second-guessing as she gestures to herself. You stop painting to look up at Mira. “I'm not sure, Zoey... I mean, I think she's going to be shocked to find all three of us covered in paint,” you say, turning over the paintbrush in your fingers. “I think that even if she finds it weird… She will still enjoy the sentiment,” you shrug. “If not, we're all going to have a shower,” Mira jokes, breaking the tension.

Zoey chimes in, “I have a perfect turtle video if this doesn't work.” All three of you giggle together. "What's this one about?” you ask, turning back to Mira to continue the pattern. “It's so cute! The turtle is eating a watermelon!” Zoey exclaims, pulling it up to show the both of you. It is rather adorable. After a few more minutes and a dozen more lines on Mira, she is done as well.

“Okay, perfect. Who wants to paint me?” You ask, holding out the paintbrush for either of them to take. “I have steadier hands,” Mira says as she takes the brush from your hand. She sits in front of you. You jump a little when she starts. “Oh! Yeah, you’re right, Zoey, it is cold.” You shiver slightly. “See! I told you. We should have used warm water.” Zoey says.

“Just sit still, please,” Mira says, her gaze focused on the brush. You relax, sitting back on your heels. Mira paints your arms and torso with a smooth precision. “It looks really good, Mir,” Zoey praises, peeking over her shoulder. “Thanks, pretty good for my first time, right?” Mira finishes her last stroke on the front of your calf.

You stand up, walking over to the mirror, both of them following behind you. “Honestly… I like it.” You say, turning around to look at all the markings. “I agree, purple is definitely not just Rumi’s colour.” The three of your eyes snap over to the sound of the elevator ding.

Rumi enters as the doors open, eyes not meeting you guys yet. “Hi guys, you won’t believe what I got—Oh?... What's going on… Why are you guys covered in paint?” Rumi questions, tilting her head as she steps further into the living room. “Surprise!” All three of you exclaim, standing a little awkwardly in front of the couch. “Is this what happens when I leave you three alone?” Rumi steps much closer, as she notices what the paint actually is. She goes a little silent, her expression unreadable.

It's you who first speaks up. “We just. We want you to know that we love you, Rumi. You’ve been hiding your patterns for so long, and we… Well actually it was Mira's idea. She thought if we all had some marks…you'd be less ashamed of yours.” You explain slowly. All three of you wait for some type of response before Rumi wipes her eyes, a little tear rolling down her cheek. The three of you instantly pull her into a hug. “Sorry, Rumi, we didn’t mean to make you cry.” Zoey coos, resting her head on her shoulder. Rumi sniffles, “No. No, it's okay… It's just so sweet… You guys would do this for me.” Rumi softens into your guys's embrace.

The four of you all stand in an embrace. After a few minutes of happy tears and soft giggles. Rumi finally wipes her final tears and smiles. “Thank you… I really love you guys…” Rumi sighs, pressing a little kiss to each of your temples. As the four of you pull out of the hug, Rumi's eyes wander over each of your arms and all the way down to your ankles. She reaches forward, grabbing Mira’s arm to turn it over in her grasp. “It does look pretty on you guys,” Rumi smiles. “Yours looks so pretty too.” Zoey grins, and Rumi blushes a little, suddenly embarrassed at the three pairs of eyes looking at her.

Rumi finally looks up before she quietly answers, “Thanks...” “Did you paint them?” Rumi asks, turning to look at yours as well. “Yeah, Zoey wouldn’t sit still,” you joke, shooting her a look. “You’re one to talk… You were complaining about the cold too,” Mira teases, poking you.

“Regardless... it’s a very nice sentiment." Rumi smiles fondly. “You guys are going to have to have a big shower later,” Rumi jokes, and her patterns glow a little pink, and Zoey coos, exclaiming, “Aww, I wish ours could do that too!” Rumi blushes, her eyes suddenly more interested in the floor. “That is really cute, Rumi.” You smile.

“Okay… okay, no more compliments…” Rumi shyly smiles as you all pull back into another hug. “So long as you know that we love you,” Mira adds. “I know… I love you guys too.” Rumi says, melting into the embrace.

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