Mushstew

Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to the incredible @princington for this amazing commission, and for the BeanAU!AU! verse in which this is set as well!

And I'm pretty sure actual real life Bison have no regards whatsoever with trampling someone without a second thought.

What I'm saying is that I wholeheartedly believe that any Airbison has a mountain of bodies on their concussion.

Most of the corpses of the Fire Nation in the Air temples was their doing.

[future]

At first Rumi was waiting for the golden Honmoon to remove her patterns before finally taking up Zoemira’s offer to join their relationship. (Romantically or sexually, it didn’t really matter, Zoemira just wanted Rumi in whatever capacity she was willing to accept them.) But after the idol awards, even though she had bandaged her wounds, tacitly accepted that she was as much a demon as a human, and unlike her mother couldn’t potentially reproduce children to doom with the sort of insecurity that plagued her, her entire life (no honstrap in this au, sorry) Rumi thought it best to take her feelings to the grave.

But loving someone is hard to hide in close quarters. It festers, pops, and spills over like a boil. Although, Rumi luckily managed to only ever slip up when either Zoey or Mira were too out of it to recall her misstep.

When Zoey’s leg got slashed up by a water demon trying to drag her into the puddle at her feet, the wound was so deep it was just shy of nicking her bone. While Rumi was definitely engaging in self-flagellation about HER maknae getting hurt on her watch, she also knew that Mira’s spiral was significantly worse. That’s how she ended up holding Zoey against her chest whispering, “It’s okay baby. We’ve got you”s and “you’re doing so well aegi just a little more”s in her ear while Mira took care of the wound instead. Despite Rumi being the better suture (she had a lot of practice, 3 guesses as to why).

Blood loss, shock, and all that other shit had muddled Zoey’s cognitive function and even though she could hear Rumi, nothing registered past her comforting tone, the way Rumi caressed her arm, and had let Zoey almost fracture some of the fingers of the hand she held.

Mira was down and out over a common cold. It wasn’t life threatening but Mira became the clingiest, saddest wet cat when feeling even slightly under weather. Zoey had to go to some event or the other (she didn’t want to go but Mira had squinted at her in an unseeing disapproving look and Rumi had promised to look after her) so she went.

Rumi had intended to just periodically check Mira’s temperature, bring her medicine, water, and maybe hand feed her and let her sleep whatever had maligned her in the night, off. She wasn’t prepared to get wrangled, by someone who should’ve lost at least some of their strength, into bed as a captive live teddy bear. When asked about it by Zoey later, Rumi will pretend to be aggrieved (and she was a little because she had intended on getting SOME work done) but it was mostly for show.

Once Rumi realized that she was effectively trapped and wouldn’t be getting up in the foreseeable future, she cooed at how cute Mira was, massaged her hands into Mira’s scalp, and eventually fell asleep with the taller girl’s head tucked under her chin. Zoey took SEVERAL photos before she deigned to wake either of them up. Much to Rumi’s chagrin.

This sort of behavior went on for months post canon but eventually Rumi got sloppy and started doting on her girls when they were less cognitively fogged.

One day, Rumi catches Zoemira sleeping soundly on the couch after getting back from a schedule and promptly takes a photo for her locked photo album. Whispering something to herself about her babies. She brushed her lips in a whisper of a kiss to Zoey’s cheek (Mira and Rumi’s lip stick shades were distinct so she couldn’t leave a mark) and was reaching a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Mira’s ear that was promptly snagged in much too tight of a grip for someone who was supposed to be asleep.

Zoemira had both been pretending (until Zoey fell asleep for real) as a trap.

“What, I can’t get a kiss to aegi?” Mira’s distinctly un-sleepy voice sounded out causing Rumi to internally reel.

“Don’t you dare run,” Mira huffed, freezing Rumi in place. She managed to jostle Zoey awake while never letting go of Rumi’s hand whose fingers she had now interlaced with her own.

Zoemira could handle rejection. They had been rejected by family, friends, and even strangers before finding their home in Huntrix but by the Honmoon was Rumi making it difficult for them to believe that her feelings were platonic, that she didn’t want them the way they wanted her… yearned for her.

Even if Rumi wanted to lie her way out of the trap she had ran head first into, she couldn’t. Not when Zoey’s eyes were starting to collect tears and Mira’s faux nonchalance was cracking. So she confessed, now gripping both of their hands with her head bowed.

Zoemira were confused. They had been propositioning Rumi to join them for years. And after the big secret reveal, they were even more hopeful that they could all be together, so why was Rumi STILL hiding? Why was she STILL obscuring her real feelings?

“A Hunter dating a demon is what got us into this mess in the first place… I just don’t want to continue the cycle.” Rumi reveals avoiding both of their gaze.

Mira roughly grabs Rumi’s chin, her entire hand curling around either side of her face and yanks her head up to look Mira square in the eyes.

“You fucking idiot. You don’t get to choose for us,” Mira grouses before dragging Rumi in for a searing kiss. It was her own mistake really. Leaving Rumi to come to them hadn’t worked with the fiasco that led up to the Idol Awards shenanigans, so she shouldn’t have expected it to work after either. “You’re ours, stop pretending you don’t already have what you want,” she says finally releasing Rumi’s face from her rough grip, allowing her to settle back on the table in front of the couch.

“Were you really never going to tell us?” Zoey asks in a small voice. “You were just going to drop kisses and pet names and affection on us while we were unaware and deny us the right to return it?!?” The question was rhetorical but Rumi met her hurt filled gaze anyway and gave one sharp nod.

“I’m sick of this!” Zoey’s voice was less gruff but decidedly more harsh, “You don’t even get it, do you?” One glance at Rumi’s suddenly guppy like demeanor tells Zoey all she needs to know.

“You’re not the only one being sacrificed here. You’re hurting us too!” Rumi gaze flicks away “Look at me.” It snaps back, “You hurt us. Say it.”

“I-…” Rumi’s voice snags but if she thought Mira’s gaze had been unforgiving, Zoey’s was downright thunderous, “hurt you,” she licks her suddenly dry lips. “Both of you.”

“By”

“By”

“Hurting myself”

“Hurting m-“ Rumi chokes again. She chances a glance at Mira but her gaze is stony. The rapper line was in unanimous agreement. Rumi briefly thinks about how this whole situation isn’t totally fair. She hadn’t even got reprimanded like this over hiding her patterns but denying someone the love their due incurs heavy fines. And she had just been charged double. Rumi swallows and return her gaze to Zoey’s, “Hurting mys-” she wets her lips again “myself.”

Then suddenly Zoey is cradling Rumi’s face in her hands pulling her in, in a much gentler way than Mira but still firm. She stops just before their lips meet and Rumi being taunted by one of things she most wants tries to push forward but is held back. Then Zoey whispers so tantalizing close, “I won’t be kissing you today… Or even tomorrow. I’m only going to kiss you when you believe what you just said.” Before pushing her face away and delivering a brutal finger flick that bruises both her finger and Rumi’s forehead in the process. “바보” (AN: Fool in Korean).

Rumi’s still rubbing her forehead, dumbstruck, wondering how badly her forehead hurt Zoey’s finger, while staring at the hallway that Zoey disappeared down. Mira tilts her head and says, “Let’s go,” and Rumi follows mutely, still dazed.

Rumira join Zoey in Mira’s bed wearing Mira’s pajamas because Mira wasn’t feeling charitable enough to let Rumi go off to her own room to find clothes.

It was torture. Everything Rumi had done to them was given back to her tenfold. Waking up to the impression of lips on either side of her cheek or temple. Caresses that stopped when she became more cognizant of them. Pet names, handholding, and tucked flyaways that seemed like a beautiful dream but she KNEW it was real. Knew she was being teased, taunted even.

Mira was more lenient. She would give her a chaste kiss if she asked real nice. The first, “Mira, kiss me…please? 🥺” lived rent free in Mira’s head. But the kiss was always chaste. Zoey didn’t say anything but Mira knew better to get too much in her crosshairs all the same.

Zoey intended to drag it out for almost a year. A month to month match for when they did know about Rumi’s patterns and she continued to forego sharing her feelings. Every time Rumi asked for a kiss she would hold Rumi’s face in her hands, drag her in close, maybe even nuzzle their noses together but always stop at the last minute with a whispered, “you don’t believe it yet,” before pushing her away. No amount of begging (cause Rumi did beg), pleading (and oh did Rumi plead), or bribery (Zoey’s turtle collection grew quite a bit) worked.

Until one day, three months five days and 2 hours later (but who’s counting), Rumi wrapped one arm around her waist, pulled her back flush against her chest while she was doing the dishes after breakfast, and nipped her ear with one glinting fang that Zoey folded.

Zoey wasn’t patient by any means but she was white knuckling the situation to make sure Rumi learned her damn lesson and never did anything like it again. However, she had one secret condition that she had set for herself (not even telling Mira but she had already guessed) that would allow her to break her promise to forego kissing Rumi without feeling too guilty. That condition was if Rumi allowed herself to be brazen and open in her affection. If she finally took what she wanted without that pesky pesky shame.

I need confident Rumi fic recs bc I'm tired of insecure Rumi

Explicit with plot

Explicit what plot?

Teen and Up

Thanks DJSJDHSKSBSI

Zoey has always been really good at manipulating the Honmoon to her will when she needs it to. That telekinesis thing she does with her shin kals on the train is genuinely a unique ability that Celine had never seen before Zoey did it the first time during training. Celine compliments her control of the powers the Honmoon gives her and it activates something in young Zoey’s brain that leads her to explore her abilities further.

She’s the first one to learn how to summon something that isn’t a weapon (they really needed a blender in that hotel room okay?)

She’s the first one to learn she can use the Honmoon as a surface or a support to move on other surfaces (see: her running around on the walls of the bathhouse during that fight sequence)

She’s not the first one to figure out how to use it to enhance sound (that’s Rumi, when she got nervous looking for them in a crowd) or the first to use it as a way to find other people connected to it (that’s Mira, after a particularly bad nightmare during a nap while both Zoey and Rumi were out running errands)

But she still loves to experiment, see what else she can use it for.

One day, some time post movie, Zoey is working on something in the studio on her own. She’s not getting very far, struggling a bit to find the words, until she finally starts to just write down how she’s feeling (which, as it turns out, is horny)

She starts singing a song (that would certainly not get released) about how much she loves Rumi and Mira and having sex with them and what she wants to do to them (what she wants them to do to her), just to get it out of her system because it’s clogging up her brain.

Except she’s getting really into it. She starts feeling the song and is really liking how it sounds (shame it can’t be released, but she can still just record it for them only)

And then she feels it, sees it. The Honmoon. And an idea pops into her brain.

What if you could use the Honmoon to get off?

Like, no other items, no toys, Honmoon-summoned or not, no fingers or other appendages.

Just the Honmoon.

And so Zoey starts experimenting, trying to see if she can manipulate the way the Honmoon feels, manipulate where you feel it, and she genuinely starts getting somewhere a few weeks in.

Rumi and Mira start getting suspicious because she’s been in her room a lot lately and she keeps coming up with excuses to why she can’t hang out tonight

She’s kind of terrified they’ll make fun of her or scold her for what might ultimately be a waste of time/a misuse of her abilities, so she doesn’t tell them for a while.

Rumi overhears her singing and playing different instruments for songs she has never heard from Zoey before and actually gets nervous that maybe Zoey has been planning to do some solo work (which activates a new form of her Separation Anxiety™️)

Mira thinks she’s retreating a bit and having issues she won’t talk about with them which of course makes her very frustrated

Eventually they both storm in to talk to her but what luck! Zoey just finished her final experiment!

AKA she’s lying in bed already having come.

Rumira gets the Our Girlfriend is Naked and Post-Orgasm In Front of Us stunlock so bad that Zoey actually manages to convince them to let her have the night before telling them what she’s been doing (she’d go for it tonight but also she’s a lil exhausted, the Honmoon Handless Masturbation trick takes a lot of energy).

And then the next day she shows them exactly what she was doing.

Mira: “…”

Mira: “Rumi. Come here for a minute.”

Rumi: *immediately scrambling to get as far away from Mira as possible* “No! I know that look! You and your honstrap can stay on that end of the couch!”

Mira: “You don’t even know what I was going to say!”

Rumi: “You want another one, you carry it!”

Arguing is cut off by toddler squirming and demanding to be put down. Zoey obliges, sets them down on their feet. They then immediately make grabby hands for their baby sibling, making them stand on chunky little wobbly legs to dance around, all three of them laughing and giggling.