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After a few days, the final part is done! I’m pretty proud of it, but tell me what you think!

Zoey was arguing with the guard at the wall of the compound. “What do you mean we can’t come in? We lived here for years. We are signed to the company! You know us!” She was exasperated. She had been arguing for close to ten minutes now, and she started to repeat herself. 

“Look ma’am, it’s like I told you the first time. I am under strict orders not to let you in the compound. If you persist with trying to get in, I will be forced to involve the police. I don’t want to do that, so please leave.”

”I’m not leaving! Rumi is in there, possibly hurt, and I need to see that she is ok.” Zoey was getting hysterical again. Even with all of their resources, it had taken them a few hours to get to the compound. Being rich didn’t make ferries move faster. Zoey was worried out of her mind. She didn’t even want to imagine what she would do if Rumi was dead. Zoey suddenly noticed that Mira was no where to be found. She thought she might have snuck in, so she avoided drawing attention to it. She thought that until Mira dropped behind the guard from a tree and knocked him out. 

Useless. Mira had always been useless. Useless to her father, who had so desperately wanted another son. Useless to her mother, who had wanted a prim and proper little girl she could parade around, and had instead received a rebellious nothing. Useless to Celine, who had entrusted her with keeping her daughter safe. Useless to Zoey, who she had pulled into her unthinking anger that nearly cost them Rumi. Rumi. Mira was oh so useless to Rumi. Rumi, who she had sworn to protect. Rumi, who she had trained with and fought with and sung with. Rumi, who had pulled her out of her shell and made her feel like more than a problem for the first time in her entire life. Rumi, who with what she thought were her dying words had apologized to her would-be-murderer and confessed her love to them. Rumi, whose devastated eyes she knew would haunt her nightmares for years.

Hi! It’s me, ExactWriter6016, the guy who wrote ‘Fever Dreams’, ‘Ruin Me’, and ‘You Take My Breath Away.’ I changed my name to match my ao3 handle to prevent any confusion and to have a more cohesive online identity I guess. Anyways, I have been hard at work on the second and final part to ‘You Take My Breath Away’, and I have a snippet from the rare Mira POV found in my works. I haven’t finished it yet, I will post when I do, but I was pretty proud of this, so I wanted to share it with you all! I hope you enjoyed the angst. Here is the link to the first part if you haven’t read it yet and decided you wanted to.

Sorry to anyone who answered the originally poll. I realized some of the original options were closed minded of me, and I wanted to rectify the options.

I wanted to ask what you thought about Rumi having/growing a girl dick. Either through the Honmoon or her demon anatomy. I know some people aren’t a fan, and I wanted to gage the community opinion regarding girl dick as opposed to straps or other toys.

I know I have like 2 works in progress right now, but something I thought of while writing the other fic was a full rewrite of the first Iron Man movie. Rumi is Tony Stark, and I split Pepper into two people: Zoey the dutiful assistance who Rumi eventually begins to love, and Mira, the fiery model that Rumi can’t get enough of. I want the Sunlight sisters to be the ones who founded the Weapons company, and we can have Celine and Miyeong be together and have Rumi through early IVF/Adoption. This leaves Third sunlight sister on the outside looking in as Obadiah Stane. I wanted to make Rumi’s patterns come from one of Celine’s experiments that went wrong, killing Miyeong and leaving Rumi with extensive scarring. This destroys Celine, who retires and leaves the company to Third Sunlight Sister and Rumi. Then the rest of the movie plays out with the changes I’ve mentioned.

Rumi yawned as she strolled out of her room. She could see that Zoey and Mira were already sitting down for breakfast, chatting as they ate. Zoey was still in her Pj’s while Mira was dressed for the day ahead. Huntr/x had a photoshoot coming up for a fashion designer; even though clothes would be provided for them at the shoot, Celine had always taught them that, while first impressions mattered, so did every impression after that.

“Hey Mir, Zo. How’d you sleep?” Rumi stretched again, suppressing a yawn. She arched her back and pulled her arms above her head. She felt her back cracked in a few places. She was parched from sleep, and she wanted orange juice. She reached out to open the fridge door. Her hand had just brushed the handle when she felt something heavy slam into her.

Rumi felt the air rush out of her lungs in a wheeze. She was now pinned against the fridge. An arm was pressed against her neck, but she couldn’t see what was going on, as she had her face pinned against the fridge door. What the fuck was going on? Were they under attack by demons? She hadn’t seen any, but they could have teleported inside the penthouse. Rumi tried to push back against her assailant, but she stilled as she heard the unmistakable noise of a weapon being pulled from the Honmoon. The point of the weapon was being pressed into her back.

“What the fuck Mira?” Zoey shouted, and Rumi was confused. Was Mira the one pinning her? Rumi heard a growl as her body was roughly rotated against the fridge, and she winced at the rough treatment. She could now see the identity of her assailant, and it was indeed Mira. Why the fuck was Mira attacking her?

“Did you think you could just waltz in here and pretend to be our teammate without us noticing, demon?” Rumi’s breath caught in her throat. How did she know? How had Rumi fucked this up? She was about to try to explain herself when Zoey’s voice cut through her thoughts.

“What are you talking about Mira? There haven’t been any demon attacks recently, and we have been around Rumi practically constantly since the last one. We would have noticed if a demon was pretending to be her this whole time.” Salvation. Rumi stood at the edge of a cliff, and Zoey had reached out a hand to pull her away from the edge.

“Well how do you explain this then?” Mira yanked up Rumi’s sleeve, exposing Rumi’s patterns to Zoey’s gaze. Rumi saw Zoey’s face harden. She felt as if the hand keeping her from plummeting let go, and she was left to fall endlessly into the abyss. “I saw them when it stretched. Stupid demon probably forgot it had patterns.” Rumi silently cursed her own stupidity. She must have forgotten to check whether or not her patterns had spread during the night. They hadn’t spread in so long! She had gotten complacent. “So demon, where is Rumi? And don’t try feeding me your bullshit. Rumi is the most vehement demon hater out of all of us, so we know there is no way you are ‘actually Rumi’. Now tell us where she is!” Every word of the last sentence was emphasized with an increase in pressure of the gok-do pressed against her ribs. It was nestled in the spot where the blade could pierce between her ribs and stab her heart, killing her instantly.

Read the First Part Here! (1/2)

So I finished Chapter Seven, and it is 7000 words of pure smut. I think it’s pretty good, and it stands on its own, but it is greatly enhanced if you read the rest of the fic. It has some super hot stuff that explores Rumi’s more dominant side, along with Zoey’s kinky side, and Mira’s kinky submissive side. Please check it out and let me know what you think.

Me, realizing now I have to proofread 8,000 words of smut: What have I done?

The Honmoon makes its hunters stronger, we know that. That is how the girls are able to survive falling from a plane like it was nothing. No one knows how the Honmoon makes the hunters stronger, but it does. But I’m going to tell you how I think it works. The Honmoon is an energy field created from the resonating souls of people. It gives some of its energy to its hunters, to protect them so they can protect it. The thing is, it has a certain amount of energy it gives its hunters. The Honmoon isn’t sentient, not really, it can express feelings and distress through its threads, but it can’t think critically.

After the death of Miyeong and the abandonment/death of the third sunlight sister, there is only one hunter the Honmoon still recognizes, and all that energy has to go somewhere. Celine is practically a one woman army by the events of the movie, she is impossibly fast, deceptively strong, amazingly durable, and her reflexes are incredibly keen.

Celine had realized something was wrong when she picked up her coffee mug and it shattered in her hand. She had to wear oven mitts while she retrained herself so she wouldn’t kill Rumi trying to pick her up. Her daily 5 mile runs had to be extended to 10 mile runs, then 15 mile runs. She had gotten so fast that even that still felt light to her. Celine had needed to watch her wait when she was an idol, the industry demanded thin idols, but now she could eat anything and her body metabolized it almost immediately.

Celine had figured out pretty quickly what was happening, and she had her own theories as to how. She knew that her theories didn’t matter though; all that mattered was that she was getting stronger.

The demons have a name for her now, more than just hunter. They call her The Reaper. It had been a terrifying 16 years to be a demon, and the entirety of demon kind had let out a sigh of relief when Huntr/x took over. Sometimes, when the tears were really bad, and Huntr/x could barely deal with them on her own, Celine would join them on the hunt. Her mere presence often reduced the size of the demon horde by a fifth as they ran scared for their lives.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/88488136/chapters/234722526

I’ll link the fic below in case you haven’t read it.

WARNING: 18+ Sexual Content