No.

To the public, Rumi was pop star royalty.

She was pristine, perfect, a nepo baby at her finest that everyone loved and adored.

To you?

You saw all that… And so much more.

You were privileged enough to see Rumi in all her glory.

Her highs, her lows, the in between. The private and public persona. The good the bad, the ugly, the normal Rumi that wasn’t a pop star or a demon hunter… Just a woman who also happened to be half demon.

And you never judged her for it. That’s one of the many things that Rumi loved you.

But tonight? Tonight was different.

Tonight, Rumi was specifically obsessed with the way you just… Obediently followed every single order she gave you without hesitation.

Especially when you’ve been a complete brat all day and night. Especially when all of your shit talking just stops and you give into whatever she needs.

She loves it so fucking much, and so does her demonic side. And, you and her both know how she gets when she taps into that primal side of hers.

A personal night out to the club had quickly turned into something so sinful the moment you decided to flip your hair around and bat your pretty eyes at everyone you saw.

Rumi knows you’re loyal. There’s no doubt about it, but seeing the way you use the environment to your advantage to get you both free drinks, or whatever alternative trick you had up your sleeve, just triggers her in a way that is so rare, even for her.

You don’t even remember when she got up and pulled you to the private booth. But the growl she let out lets you know that you’re in for it.

Her lips are immediately on yours the minute she shoves you into the seat, all the way in the VIP back corner of the club, away from prying eyes.

Despite the disguise she wears, Rumi knows very well the consequences of what will occur if someone catches them. Key word, if… It’s a risk she’s willing to take. More so if it means that this opportunity will give her the chance to remind you that you’re hers.

“You know what you’re doing.”

You shiver, feeling Rumi’s growl against your lips as her claws gently hold you firmly against her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You smirk. You know exactly what she is referring to.

With a grunt, she pulls you closer, “You think I don’t see you entertaining every woman who speaks to you at the bar?” Rumi snarls, her fangs gently nipping at your bottom lip. “You knew I was watching you as you tested the fucking waters.”

You play innocent. “Did I? Or are you just, you know, a little jealous?”

A hiss escapes the idol. “How can I be jealous when you’re already mine?”

Her hand comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your head back to expose your throat. “Maybe you just need a reminder… Or maybe you just want everyone to watch me claim you in the middle of the club.”

“You wouldn’t.” Your teasing keeps coming. “Can’t risk a scandal coming out.”

“Right now? You think I give a fuck about a scandal?”

“I know you have an image to maintain.”

“Well, right now,” Rumi places hot wet kisses along your neck, her fangs gently grazing along your skin, “the only image I need is to see you between my legs.”

A dangerous shiver runs through you as you swallow. Your own hands cup her shoulders, then caress down her breasts then down to the apparent arousal that strains against her pants.

“Yeah?” You breathe. “You want me to suck your cock, baby?” You giggle, biting your lip as your hands already work to unzip her pants. “Make me.”

…And that’s how you found yourself hidden, your head slobbering up her cock as much as you could in the middle of the club.

“All that talk from earlier is completely gone now, huh?” Rumi breathes, her hand steady and a gentle guide on your head. “Not that you can say much I guess.”

She’s right… Hard to say much when your mouth is busy on her- full of her.

That look you’re currently giving Rumi though? It drives her insane. She threads her fingers through your hair, carefully caressing your scalp. You take the hint, and take more of her in.

“That’s it. You’re so cute. Thought I wouldn’t take that ‘make me’ seriously?”

Rumi draws a shuddering breath as your head comes up and you run your tongue along her length. She still sees a challenging sparkle in your eye, and she huffs, playing along.

“You’re insufferable.”

Her breathing is unsteady. Your mouth is on her again, descending more than halfway down her shaft. Rumi practically bucks her hips up unconsciously, causing you to gag slightly, but like always, you take it.

“I need your pussy.” The half demon suddenly announces. Her patterns start to glow under her clothes, signaling just how close she is to losing it.

“Mhm?” You moan around her cock before you bring your head up. “Then come take it.” You counter, your hand steadily jerking her and coating your saliva evenly along her length.

“Right here. In the back of the club where no one can see us.” You continue. “Or maybe… Where everyone can see us?”

Rumi chuckles, exasperated. Her claws dig into the seat. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Rumi looks around, scans the area. She bites her lip, and decides that the risk is worth it.

“Fuck.” She growls, then leans over to capture your mouth in a deep and heavily claiming kiss.

“Keep going.” She commands. “Spread your legs.”

And you do. You position yourself just right so that you can continue blowing her, but so that she can also reach over and get a perfect view of your ass… And pull your shorts and panties to the side enough for her fingers to play with your pussy.

You’re more than thankful for the music that plays loudly throughout the bar. The beat and the bass is loud enough to cover your moans and every single lewd sound that you both make.

But Rumi can still hear every delicious sound you make, and that only encourages her more. She inserts a finger, then two, then starts to slowly pump them in and out.

You gasp around her, your mouth coming back off her, “Fuck, Rumi.” You whimper, unable to focus, even as you try to please her with your hand.

Her speed increases. “What’s wrong? Can’t keep up with the rules you laid out?” She teases.

You can’t even answer. Not with the brutal pace she delivers almost instantly afterwards. She’s turned you easily into an incoherent mess.

Rumi leans in, kissing your jawline. “You know, at this point? I don’t even care if anyone walks back here and sees us.” She grins. “In fact, I hope those girls you were talking with step over here and see how I’m the only one who’s allowed to touch you like this.” A deep growl escapes her. “The only one who can make you feel so, so good.”

Your mouth hangs open, your hand falters around her cock with each passing second, forgetting to stroke her from time to time. Your mind short circuits with just how dirty and possessive she’s being.

And your girlfriend doesn’t even care. She’s too pleased with the reactions she’s getting out of you.

Rumi kisses up your jaw, then your neck. Her breath is hot and makes you melt against her. Instinctively, your head tilts as more of your neck is exposed, and her demon fangs gently glide against your skin all the way up to your ear.

“I want everyone to know that your pussy is mine, and mine alone.”

That statement alone makes you shudder violently. You curse, already feeling your orgasm approaching. Rumi feels it too, with the way your walls pulse and clench rhythmically around her digits.

Even more so when Rumi’s tongue slowly drags along the shell of your ear. You pant, letting out a desperate whimper, a silent plea for her to allow you to cum.

“As much as I would absolutely love to have you make a mess on my hand…” She doesn’t finish, not verbally. She does however, pause all of her movements, earning a pathetic cry out of you.

“Easy,” Rumi coos, her free hand cupping your face, “trust me. You know I want to hear you scream my name, let it ring through the entire bar.” The demon eyes of hers flash with extreme arousal. “But, I’d rather have you wait for your release this time.”

She grins after seeing you pout. “Just until we get home,” Rumi reassures, pressing a kiss to your nose,m before her voice drops to a dangerous whisper, “then I can really make you take it.”

Your breath hitches at the implication. Your eyes go wide, and you don’t even notice when Rumi reaches down to remove your shaky hand from her length.

“Every single inch of my thick cock.” She murmurs, zipping her pants up. “Imagine it. Doesn’t matter where… On the bed, the couch…” Rumi’s voice is husk, “I’ll fuck you raw, right on the floor once we get home I f that’s where it leads us.”

“Wait,” you cry, desperately reaching for Rumi’s hands, “baby please-!”

But she cuts you off with a dominant and firm grip around your neck. You’re immediately silenced, reduced to nothing but a shuddering, breathless, barely audible whimpering mess.

The half demon smirks, and carefully nips at your ear. “See? Already so obedient, and I didn’t even say a word.” Another drag of her tongue on your neck.

“Can’t fucking wait to rut into you.” Rumi practically growls now, the image of you under her is getting her riled up. “Watch my cock disappear inside that tight wet pussy, and you know I won’t be satisfied until I hit that perfect spot.”

“You’re so fucking… Unfair…”

“Am I?” Rumi teases, her lips are right above yours now, her eyes glowing as she bores into yours. She chuckles, amused at your pout, then finally, finally, eases up, leaving you breathless as she sits back in her seat.

“Just making sure you know what to expect once we leave, pretty girl.”

The atmosphere around you shifts. It’s still intense, intimate, filled with desperation and heavy need. However, there’s a new sense of playfulness between you two.

She cocks her head back to the group of strangers who were giving you drinks.

“Go have your fun. Get your free drinks, save a few for me.” Her gaze shifts, predatory. “Don’t get reckless, otherwise I will mark you up in front of them.”

“That…” You pause, needing to steady yourself. “That’s not a threat, is it?”

Rumi doesn’t respond. She just stays in her seat for a minute before she reaches for you again. She leans into your neck again and promptly sucks messily and hard onto a large patch of skin, leaving a deep reddish hickey when she pulls away.

“More like a statement.” The idol grins at her work. “And I know you’re gonna wear it with pride, aren’t you?”

You nod, biting your lip as you lightly run your fingers over the mark, your touch feather light.

“That’s my good girl.”

Rumi finally dismisses you with one final kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You smile and then walk back to the bar, knowing that she does, and that your relationship is safe and secure more than ever.

Even as you go and minorly flirt with a lady at the bar, then another for drinks, but never crossing established boundaries and even ignoring the glare that you feel coming from the back of the club from a certain someone…

You know Rumi’s undisclosed jealousy and theatrics are just her literally marking her territory.

That alone makes you quiver with anticipation. Because if there’s another thing you know about Rumi that others may not?

Honestly? Rumi understandably had the most difficult reaction and/or adjustment period after learning about the relationship.

Because what the actual hell do you mean that Celine is dating Mira and Reader!?

I feel like she doesn’t deny it, like she forces herself to act natural about it 💀.

“WOW, that’s SUPER COOL!”

“You know they say age is just a number, so… Totally NOT awkward or anything, since you know! You’re all capable and functioning adults! Hahahaha!”

To Mira: “Is it weird that you’re dating my mom, I mean uh- Celine!? NO, no, nooooo absolutely not… When did this you know… Just when did this start though? Like exactly!?” *Sweats nervously.*

Once Mira clarifies that no, there was absolutely zero attraction of any sort between her and Celine during their younger trainee days, Rumi starts to relax a bit more and becomes more comfortable with the relationship, bc at least she can rest easy knowing that this wasn’t a grooming situation or anything.

With Celine alone, I think Rumi is a bit less awkward and more straightforward, like 🤨 ‘what the fuck do you mean’ type of attitude lol.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were… Putting yourself out there?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were into women!?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were into YOUNGER WOMEN!?”

“Why didn’t you teLL ME YOU WERE OPEN TO PRACTICING ENM?”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE IN A POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP WITH MIRA AND READER!?”

At first, Celine is just like “…? 🧍🏻‍♀️ Because I didn’t think you’d be interested in hearing such details, but clearly I was wrong, damn.” But realizes that, yeah… Maybe she should’ve at least prepped Rumi for the official revelation.

Now, Rumi knew both Mira and Celine were attracted to Reader, don’t get her wrong. And, she did encourage them both to pursue her.

She just… Never actually thought they would all agree to date each other?

C’mon. Mira and Celine (post movie) most likely have the most tension between them, if not next to Rumi. We see how both are, we have an idea of how the stoic older woman and the punk younger woman who pretends not to give a fuck dynamic can be portrayed. Is it really far off for Rumi to assume that they couldn’t handle sharing the same space for more than 30 minutes, max?

Both are stupidly possessive as well. So like… To Rumi, the concept of Mira and Celine sharing a lover is like astronomically mind blowing overall.

To Reader, Rumi just kinda looks at her and goes, “What the fuck kind of fairy dust do you sprinkle on your fucking pussy to make both my eomma and my friend to go this feral over you that makes them want to share? 👀”

“Are you a demon? 🤨”

“What is your fucking secret? 😒”

“How do you tame them?”

“How do you DEAL with them?”

“Don’t they both get on your nerves?”

“Please don’t tell me anything about your sex lives.”

“Please don’t tell Zoey anything about your sex lives.”

That being said… Initial shock of all three of them dating has finally settled, but now?

Now it’s time to deal with the actual consequences.

Exhibit A, where sometimes Rumi has to deal with seeing her friend and guardian walk out of their rooms post-sex.

Or that one time when Rumi first actually starts to accept the relationship, and not like awkwardly force her brain to do so, but she accidentally walks in on Celine making out with either Reader or Mira and she kinda short circuits.

*Cute mumbles and giggles coming from the kitchen as Rumi steps around.*

“Girls? I’m here, let’s get ready to-!?”

*Celine gets shoved by Reader and/or Mira to the side.*

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“HI RUMI WASN’T DOING ANYTHING NOPE. C’MON LET’S GO PRACTICE.”

or

“HEY RUMI TOTALLY NOT ABOUT TO HAVE CELINE FUCK ME AGAINST THE COUNTER NOPE, BYE.”

“… 🧍🏻‍♀️No. You know what. I’m gonna go… Anywhere else… But here.”

Oh, and the one time Zoey invited Rumi, Celine, Mira, and Reader to America for a grand vacation in the mountains, but Zoey and Rumi had to end up renting a cabin thousands of miles away from their original one that was next to Celine, Mira, and Reader’s bc they were being… Obnoxiously loud one particular night.

Or all the times Mira has to crack a joke to Rumi about how flexible Celine is for whatever the fuck reason, maybe just to see how and if Rumi will react. Even better if it’s in the middle of a training session and Celine is present/leading.

“If a demon is coming at you from behind,” gestures to Zoey, “and another from the front,” gestures to Mira, and finally looks at Rumi, who watches from the side “allow me to demonstrate how you would approach the situation.”

“Tch, as if I already don’t know what you’re capable of, Ms. ‘I can pull my legs behind my head while Reader goes deep into pound to-!’”

“MIRA!”

“PLEASE JUST STOP FUCKING TALKING FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE.”

Seriously though, I think in order for Rumi to actually be okay and settle down with the idea of Celine dating the two, Rumi and Celine have to sit down and have a one to one conversation.

Usually, Celine would be doing the interrogation… What intentions do you have with my daughter friend’s daughter? Are you just seeking the money, fame or fortune? Etc, etc, etc?

But this time? It’s Celine in the hot seat.

“Are you just trying to make yourself relevant?”

“Are you trying to take advantage of them?”

“Are you even ready for this kind of commitment?”

“Are you ready to move on from my mother?”

“Are you healed enough from your past wounds?”

And for each one, Celine answers truthfully.

“No, I would’ve done so a while ago if so.”

“Again, no. I would’ve never thought to do so.”

“I am. I’m ready to at least try.”

“…It is not easy, but yes… I must unfortunately leave that in the past.”

“Not fully, but I’m still working on them.”

With all those answers and seeing how genuinely happy Celine, Mira and Reader are with each other, plus having Zoey there to ease any of Rumi’s lingering troubled thoughts (especially when it comes to those embarrassing moments and encounters that Rumi would like to bleach her eyes out in regards to this relationship), Rumi is able to be supportive with her eomma and friend’s threeway relationship.

Here are a few other minorish Rumi reactions / interactions with Miraline x Reader in posts I have on here as well!

👑 anon ask #7

👑 anon ask #13

👹 anon ask #4

I feel like nobody would be ready or prepared for this shift. No one would see it coming, no one would know how to maneuver, it would be like… An apocalyptic level type of shift that catches everyone so off guard.

In fact, I’m pretty sure the first few times Mira started to sweeten up around the edges, Celine was convinced she was a demon decoy.

“That’s not Mira.”

“Celine, what are you talking about?”

“That is not Mira.”

“Yes it is!?”

“Mira does not offer to wash the dishes. Ever.”

“…Maybe she just wants to?”

“That is a demon in disguise and we have to kill it.”

“CeliNE, NO-!”

Then you know, after the initial shock of it dies down, aka after Reader is given a day to present a 20 slide PowerPoint presentation to Celine to state her reasons as to why their girlfriend is in fact not a demon in disguise, then they start wondering if anything happened to cause Mira to start acting more sweet.

They check in on her more often than usual, but Mira is just like, “🧍🏻‍♀️ y’all chill, I’m alright.”

Her sass is still definitely there but it’s dull, like so dull it’s kinda unrecognizable. Or she softens her usual blows with something incredibly sweet and reassuring at the end.

“Grandma still asleep?”

And Reader is waiting for an added old joke to the usual grandma nickname, but it doesn’t come.

“She must’ve had a productive night. Maybe we should make her breakfast.”

Or, during sex, Mira is more submissive and doesn’t give the other two that much of a rough time.

“That round too much for you, granny?” She asks Celine after an intense session. “Let’s slow it down for you, take it easy, alright?”

Or if she’s topping Reader, she’s less demanding, more guiding. “There you go, just take what you can.”

Checks in on them more in their group chat. Changes their nicknames.

Mira renamed Prehistoric Drama Queen (Celine) to Mommy Dommy 🙂‍↕️

Mira renamed Princess 🧚🏾‍♀️ (Reader) to Kitten #1

Mira renamed Queen Bitch 👑 (herself) to Kitten #2

C: …

C: Revert it.

C: I prefer to other one.

R: Aww, I kinda like it 🤗🥰

M: Celine that is def not what u said last night but ok

C: …

C: Shut up.

M: anyway just wanted to make sure u 2 were alive

M: it’s been too quiet u know I be worried about u both

C: Since when?

M: since 4ever? 🤨

R: We’re alive. Celine locked me out of the office but I’m withering away from the lack of attention, actually. 😭

M: be home in 10

M: with ur fav snacks ❤️

M: except u Celine

M: how dare u

C: I am WORKING.

M: so 😒

R: See!? SOMEONE with common sense!

C: Silencing you both.

Finally, Reader understands Celine’s concern when they’re out and about doing some window shopping, and someone goes to make a move on Reader or Celine, but Mira doesn’t act up like how she usually does.

She doesn’t make a scene. Make a statement, or scare away the person who is flirting.

She actually waits for Reader or Celine to turn them down.

And then when confronted about it? She goes, “I trusted you to handle it.”

No ifs, ands, or buts. That’s it, plain and simple.

So both Reader and Celine sit Mira down and they’re like, “Alright. Spill it. What’s going on with you?”

Mira looks between them like a confused cat and she’s like “nothing you idiots why did you call an intervention?”

“Because you’ve been acting… Nice!”

“Way too nice!”

“…So?”

“S-So!?!”

Reader and Celine share an exasperated glance at each other.

“…Mira, are you sure everything is okay?” Reader gently prompts. “We’re just worried because well…”

Celine jumps in, immediate deadpanning. “You never offer to wash the dishes.”

“You never not cause a scene if someone flirts with us.”

“Even Rumi and Zoey said you’ve been acting more ‘soft’ recently.”

“You’re actually being NICE to Celine… Which, yes, I have constantly been wishing for but like… This is unnatural.”

“I miss the days where you would call me an old sack of brittle bones.”

“I miss when her constant ‘make mes.’”

“I do not.”

“Oh, and the group chat names? Yeah, I wanna go back to being Princess.”

“…Mommy Dommy has rather grown on me, I must admit.”

“Ancient Grand Marshal was great too.”

“You’re on a quick path to becoming Brat #1 instead of Brat #2.”

Like, Celine and Reader start to bicker more bc of Mira’s attitude change. Not in a harmful way, but someone has to be the main brat in the relationship right?

But finally, Mira laughs. Genuinely laughs at her lover’s confusion.

“Soooorryyy for trying to tone the attitude down a notch!” She chuckles. “But I swear, nothing is wrong.”

There’s a heavy pause. Silence greets them for a minute or so before Mira confesses.

“…Just… Really deep down do love you both, you know?” She breathes, then smiles up at the other two. “Just trying to let my jagged edges meet the light.”

Both Reader and Celine look at each other again, then smile, relieved. They walk up and embrace Mira.

“Trying to find balance.” Celine notes.