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- autistic, kpop demon hunters is my special interest :v
- bi, male preference
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polytrix but it’s idol mira getting a german shepherd puppy, then going on tour and hiring a dog sitter to live in her house for the puppy. she’s gone for ~9 months, so when she comes back the puppy is their outlet attached to dog sitter zoey. mira isn’t heartless, so she just lets zoey live in her house. for the dog, duh. no other reasons whatsoever.
rumi, also an idol, hears mira’s raving reviews of zoey and hires her to babysit her cat. surprise surprise, zoey is cute and rumi gets a crush.
Mira's dog has little glasses shaped pale patches around its eyes its called SPECTACLES (so she can say where are my spectacles??? and the dog comes running)
Rumi says that is STUPID
Her beautiful (spoiled) kitty cat has luscious long purple fur and is called HONMOON (she buys it expensive cat food and says FOR THE HONMOON)
Mira says that is STUPID
They fight. again. The pets ignore both of them and snuggle with Zozo instead
A bit of a masochist, enjoying how pain intensifies the pleasure she feels when she gets close to climaxing
Getting bitten- especially on the neck or thighs- is one of her favourite ways to feel this way
Gets a rush of adrenaline the harder you go; arching into your touch, letting out a something between a whimper and a moan as she cums
Spanking is something else she’d want you to do
Isn’t big on punishments so she wouldn’t want you to degrade her during it
However, she will lie over your lap with her hands tied behind her back and take as many hits as you gave her
Would take a lot for her to beg you to stop, more likely to just break into gibberish and breathy moans near the end of it
Also enjoys this kind of thing cause she loves having you leave marks on her, making her feel more secure in your relationship
Extremely touchy because of this as well, literally grinding on you most of the time when you guys makeout
Also loves being collared, loving it when you tug at the leash to bring her closer
Would purposefully ask you to pull harder so she can get bruises around her neck from it
Huge on praise, wanting you to tell her what a good job she was doing
Calling her good girl, my love, pretty baby etc
Even doing it in a teasing way will make her feel flustered
Loves looking at you and making eye contact when you guys have sex
Cause of this she’ll grip onto you by having her arms around your neck, or wrapping her legs around your waist
Huge on shibari and being pushed to her limit; would basically turn into a contortionist with the way she bends and stretches for you
Would be a service sub, wanting to pleasure you however you wanted
Gets wet from the idea of her eating you out from under the table; a spider gag forcing her mouth open and handcuffs stopping her from touching you
Would gladly suffocate between your legs
However, if you allowed her, she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off you and do everything you could to make you feel good
Running her hands up and down your body as she focuses on the way you tense and moan under her touch
Gets really good at using vibrators, loving the ways the settings got different reactions out of you
Would also enjoy having them used on her, but would prefer for you to be touching
Very into overstimulation, practically screaming and spasming when she dry cums over and over
Also enjoys mirror sex; watching the way she submits so easily to you and unravels for your touch makes her head feel so foggy and hazy
Mira
Enjoys resisting, getting extremely turned on when she fights back and you put her in her place
Won’t go easy on you when trying to regain control, charging at you and throwing things until you bend her over the nearest surface; face pressed down, hands pinned behind her back and legs shoved apart as you press yourself against her body
Wants you to manhandle her into position, forcing her body to bend in ways that make her tense up and hold back a whimper from the pain
The only way to calm her down would be to either edge or overstimulate her
Slowly pumping your fingers in and out of her pussy, abusing her sweet spot until she can’t think of anything but how good it feels; weakly cursing at you as she subconsciously moves to push you deeper inside her
Would also respond well to being punished, however it takes a while to get her to her breaking point
Denies how wet she gets when you spank her, despite you feeling her slick all over your thigh as she instinctively grinds against it
Would be the type to try and muffle her moans; biting her lip or pillow
Gets so embarrassed if you put something like a spider bag in her mouth, exposing all the little noises she makes
Has a bit of a humiliation kink, wanting you to do whatever you wanted with her so she’d be forced in submission
Therefore degradation would be a huge turn on; saying she’s a slut or teasingly saying she looks pretty while she’s dry cumming
Would also get brain broken if you overstimulated her, become putty in your hands if you did
Very into bdsm gear; leather restraints, straps, sex toys etc
Is particularly responsive to nipple clamps, as well as items that make her choke like collars and dildo gags
Speaking of which, she’s also really into breathplay; wanting you to wrap her hands around her throat as you thrust in and out of her
Would also get turned on if you ignored her; placing her onto your lap in full bondage gear and a vibrating dildo inside her as you scroll on your phone
Or having her tied up on the ground next as you sat in your chair, petting her head as she’s forced to hump your leg if she wants to cum
Would also be into vanilla if she’s feeling particularly vulnerable, hearing praises as you gently finger her and bring her closer to climax would tie knots in her stomach
Enjoys being called my love or darling during this, wanting to feel secure in your relationship
Zoey
Her favourite thing is overstimulation and experimentation, wanting to try out all the different ways you can make her cum
Loves getting to the point of dry orgasming, her mind becoming so broken that all she can do is concentrate on the pleasure and pain spasming through her body
It takes a lot to get her to this point since she has a high sex drive
Because of this, she’s also really into quickies, making risky public play another kink of hers
Would give you head in a dimly lit restaurant while she hid under the table if the two of you were horny enough
Open to doing almost anything once, especially if it was something you had an interest in
Some of the more freaky things she’d be into would be shibari, pegging and electrocution
Is extremely flexible, needing really complicated poses for her to even begin to struggle
Enjoys the feeling of being completely helpless and under your control, her stomach tying into knots as you run your hands over her bound form
Because of this she’d also love it if you had a strap or dildo, abusing her hole as her body bounces against it like a rag doll
Also likes being spanked and/or bitten during these moments, her head getting more foggy as her senses become overwhelmed
Gets really turned on by more intense forms of pain play, such as electrocution
Will almost cum on the spot at the feeling of her entire body tensing up in spasms
Enjoys breatheplay for a similar reason, especially if you push her to the point of drifting in and out of consciousness
Prefers that you do this by using a collar, pulling on the leash hard enough for purple marks to bloom around her throat
Would get really turned on if you forced her to crawl while using the leash
Loves being manhandled and having you play rough with her, your grip leaving bruises all over her body as you hold her by her throat against the table
Really likes praise, wanting you to compliment how cute she looks while she came or calling her babygirl
Is open to being degraded, however it’d have to be in the form of a compliment; pretty slut, good cocksleeve etc
Sensory deprivation is something else she’d enjoy, with all her senses being put on high alert if she was bound, gagged, blindfolded and then stuffed with vibrators
Doesn’t mind it if you do your own thing while she’s like this, however, she’d prefer it if you were touching her in some way
Worships any touch you’d give her, especially in this state
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I will admit that blushing virgin rumi is funny but freak af and embarrassed about it rumi is SO much funnier.
Like for one if we’re assuming that the patterns appear to humans as tatoos there is NOTHING standing between rumi, a very strongly worded nda and random hook ups. Someone said fwbs who happen to be back up dancers and ive been thinking about it forever.
Those fucking bracelets?? The girls gave them to her as a like oh it represents our friendship thing (zoey screams at the top of her lungs but thats no one else’s business) meanwhile rumi’s brat sub ass is like 🧐 trying to figure out if they’d figured HER out.
She damn well knowns that the two of them are at the very least screwing each other. She hasnt weaseled out if theyre in a full blown relationship or not (definitely not because she wants to sob about it) but do they know SHES getting dommed every wednesday???
The idea that this turns into the stupidest fucking situation when theyre talking about dating and rumis just like ‘okay wait did u guys collar me on purpose or? Because i stopped sleeping around when u did just so u know’ and mira is just sitting there wildly confused and a little shocked. Zoey is once again screaming at the top of her lungs.
During a live stream on the couch, Zoey gets up to grab some drinks and snacks while Mira and Rumi continue engaging the fans...
Zoey: Rumi! Catch!
Rumi: *does not catch and gets hit in the head with a bag of shrimp chips, laughing* Zoeeeyyyy.
Mira: *laughing, clearly messing with Rumi* aw. Poor princess. How's your head?
Rumi: neither of you complained yet
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Somewhere else in the tower, Bobby's trying to figure out why it feels like he's suddenly going to be really busy really soon:
After the stream, he is not surprised when he learns they hard launched their relationship, even jokingly asks if it was Mira or Zoey. He stands there, mouth gaping and staring at Huntr/x, for over 5 minutes when he finds out it was Rumi's doing.
Some of my favorite phenomena so far in the Kpdh/specifically polytrix fandom has been
Putting them in a blender. I know this is a meme other fandoms use, but I've never been in a fandom that uses it so much
Freak Zoey, I think every American knows a girl who was exactly like Zoey from high school and are all speaking from experience (as someone speaking from experience).
The almost universal agreement about Mira being a top and Rumi being a bottom (I'm aware some don't subscribe to this idea and I support you, majority of polytrix smut is so good I've honestly stopped caring)
And my absolute favorite
LOVER GIRL MIRA
Or husband Mira, or boyfriend coded Mira, or dad who didn't want the dog Mira. Anything that has Mira doing acts of service for her girls. I love how people have interpreted Mira to be someone who loves in subtle but meaningful ways. I love that people write her like she'll die if she doesn't hold all of their bags for the girls. I love her cooking for them.
Rumi knows that Celine took her in and took care of her because Celine loved her mother and Rumi is the last piece of her. It’s not something she’s ever said aloud or told anyone. It’s just a fact that she tries not to think about too often because it hurts even though she knows it’s just the truth. Rumi tells herself it’s better that at least Celine loves part of her and her care wasn’t solely because Rumi had the talent to become a Hunter.
Then Celine is gone. Missing. Everyone says she’s dead but Rumi refuses to believe it, even Mira and Zoey clearly think she’s dead but Rumi is resolute that the Honmoon would have told them.
But she agrees to go through Celine’s things— maybe there’s documents they need.
And Rumi stumbles on an old box that Zoey immediately recognizes as a break up box. Old pictures, some ripped in half, an old t shirt, and a bunch of other random stuff. A couple of journals with pages ripped out or blacked out with a heavy marker.
Which blows Rumi’s mind because Celine has never dated. Ever.
They piece together the story— what words remain in the journal are half poetry, half song lyrics and half rambling nonsense but it’s clear Celine had gotten cheated on after being with a woman for years. And at the bottom of the box is a single picture of Celine and Mi-yeong, young and clearly in love.
I just think it would rock Rumi’s world to know that Celine made a choice. That her love for Mi-Yeong was strong but Celine took Rumi in despite of that love and not because of it. That Celine had been wounded deeply by things Rumi never knew because Celine refused to let them influence Rumi’s view of her mother (for good or for ill)
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Hot take: Rumi isn’t a top OR a bottom. She’s a service whatever. She doesn’t know what position she’s going to be for the night until her girls tell her what they want and then that’s what she’s doin
Aka why I like the idea of Rumi being nothing like Miyeong.
In the movie, Rumi's idol persona centers around her being a legacy of her mother being called "Pop Royalty", and her line in Golden, "Given the throne, I didn't know how to believe, I was the queen that I'm meant to be."
It's also reflective in the way their costumes mirror each other but differentiate based on the era they're performing in (1990s vs. 2020s) from the long sleeves and very short bottoms.
There's also the braids. This type of braid is the daenggi-meori [댕기 = ribbon, 머리 = hair]. It was a category of hairstyles often featuring the hair beingg braided then tied together by a daenggi or ribbon, it was used by girls and young women who were usually young and unmarried as once someone was of age and usually married soon after, they instead put their hair up in a bun called the jokjin-meori [쪽진머리] (though royal women, of course, had several more intricate styles).
However, what's fascinating is that the daenggi used is in the color gold which was reserved to royalty and the aristocracy rather than the standard red daenggi used by common women but Miyeong's and Rumi's daenggi are entirely gold instead of having the daenggi stamped with a golden leaf pattern, and it's put in a jebiburi daenggi [제비부리댕기] which is a particular way to tie the daenggi so that the end is pointed like a swallow's beak.
Do O think this meant that they were royalty or noble? No, it's likely just an aesthetic choice but it's still interesting.
But Rumi's braid starts at at the top of her head, not the back of her head like Miyeong's which is where it should traditionally be. This shows the generational divide between them as Miyeong would've been born from a slightly more conservative times (1970s-1980s) while Rumi is from the newer times (2000s). Though I don't know what this says about Celine in particular since she's the one who started braiding Rumi's hair that way.
However, for anyone wondering why their hair are so damn long - traditionally, an adult whether they were a man or woman could not cut their hair as it's seen as destruction of the gift given to the person by their parents (because the entire body is considered a gift) so to cut it was to disrespect and deface the parents which is one of the greatest sins you could commit in Confucianism. So we know why Rumi's hair would get as long as it did.
But beyond those (and falling in love with a jeoseung saja)? The similarities end there. We do not know how much similar Rumi is to her mother beyond "...you're a hunter, just like your mother..." And there's tragedy in that – we don't know what Miyeong is like as a person because she had never been portrayed as a person to us beyond one flashback, a poster, an album and a headstone.
We can make assumptions of what she's like based on concept art, but again they are just that – assumptions.
Because of the limited material, there have been many, many takes and headcanons of what Miyeong is like that would make Celine mourn her so. And from that limited material is my fondness for a certain headcanon:
Rumi being nothing like Miyeong.
Of course, all children are unique in their own ways. No matter how much parents and the older members of society shape them, they will still always be their own person. Some will accept that their children are nothing like them, some do not.
While I don't think Celine hated Rumi for not being Miyeong (I don't think Celine ever hated Rumi at all as much as she's scared that there are patterns on Rumi and that said patterns would one day get her killed, unable to recognize that the demonicness is still who Rumi is and not a part of her that could be removed), there is grief in knowing that the person you lost did not live through their children.
So Celine made it so that Rumi would mirror Miyeong's image from the braid to the idol persona.
But while externally, Rumi "mirrors" Miyeong, we do know that Rumi does actually mirror Celine's mannerisms.
This makes sense because Celine is the one who raised Rumi even though she might've not seen herself as a mother figure to Rumi. Children are biologically programmed to model themselves after the people who raise so that they could survive.
Did it hurt the first time Celine realized that Rumi was nothing like Miyeong and everything like her? That the Honmoon gave Rumi a sword like it did with her rather than a bow like Miyeong's?
it was the end of a busy and shitty day. Celine wanted to finish off the secret bottle of scotch and collapse. Celine needed to email people about the new group they were scouting. But before she could even consider doing either Rumi needed dinner and bedtime first.
Celine was blurry as she made the meal. Rumi was gently singing nonsense behind her as she coloured at the table. She set a plate down and set about to do the dishes when she saw Rumi make a face at the first bite.
Quietly she watched Rumi take another bite and saw her entire face scrunch with disgust as she tried to chew and swallow.
“Everything alright Rumi?” Rumi nodded with her sweet honest face betraying her every second.
Celine plucked a fork from the drawer, leaned over her plate a took a bite. Wow. Celine had never been a great cook but she had to admit this was one of the worst of her creations. She spat it out onto the plate.
“Okay you shouldn’t be eating this.” She took the plate and unceremoniously dumped it into the trash bin before turning back at Rumi who looked unreasonably guilty despite doing nothing wrong.
“Jagi why didn’t you tell me the food was bad?” Rumi looked up bottom lip trembling.
“I’m sorry Cece.” Oh sweet girl.
“No I’m sorry Haebalagi. I’m the one who messed up and made bad food. It’s my job to take care of you and that means making sure you eat good food that actually tastes like food.” She smiled at that and Rumi, now realizing Celine wasn’t sad, giggled back.
“Now it’s not too late. How about I call that place we like and we can get some eomuk, some naengmyeon, maybe some Kimbap. She said knowing the last one was already Rumi’s favourite.
Her girl excitedly nodded back.
It would take longer to get here. Stretching the day just a little more. Rumi should probably get a bath tonight anyway to be safe so that’s another hour. For now Celine wouldn’t worry about schedules. She’d just sit at the table and help Rumi pick colours for her newest creation.
Rumi’s developed allergies and started taking antihistamines while they try and figure out whats affecting her.
But she’s suffering side effects. Like sleep walking.
—
Mira and Zoey are up late watching a zombie movie. Theyre cuddled together under a blanket. The room is dark. As the movie's main characters are about to be over run by a hoard of zombies, theyre both completely absorbed in the film. Suddenly a figure stands before them!
AHHHH!!! They both jump over the back of the couch, clinging to each other and putting space between them and the figure.
"FUCK RUMI! What the hell!?" Mira yells, trying to slow her breathing while Zoey clings to her and runs a hand slowly down her face.
"Yeah, Rums! Shit. You got us,” Zoey says panting. “Mir, turn on the light.”
The room's illuminated at the click of a lamp. And so is Rumi in a tank top, her eyes half closed patterns gleaming.
“...Rumi?” Zoey whispers.
Mira’s gok-do appears in her hand. “That’s not Rumi!”
Zoey places a hand on top of Mira’s gok-do and pushes it down. “Wait. Just be careful.”
“It’s a demon Zoey! We have to kill it,” Mira says, eyes narrowed and trying to push Zoey behind her.
“I don’t think she’s even awake.” Zoey steps forward and squints.
Rumi turns and heads to the kitchen.
“Come back here demon!” Mira yells.
“Shh, shh. Calm down.” Zoey gently grabs Mira’s arm with both hands while watching Rumi. “Come on.” She pulls Mira after her, slowly following Rumi at a distance while Mira drops her Gok-do back into the Honmoon.
Rumi opens the refrigerator door, disappearing behind it while Zoey and Mira stand huddled at the edge of the kitchen, just outside the light cast from the fridge in the otherwise dark room.
CRUNCH!
“What the fuck was that?” Mira asks frowning at the fridge.
Half a raw egg falls to the floor in front of Rumi’s feet, just visible under the bottom of the door.
“Eww. Rumi no,” Zoey whispers.
CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
“Is it just eating our eggs? Do demons not know about eggs?” Mira asks, still frowning.
CRUNCH! Another half eaten egg is dropped on the floor.
Zoey and Mira circle around the kitchen island, standing behind Rumi, looking into the fridge.
“Here, poke her with this,” Zoey says, handing Mira a broom.
“Im not poking it! I dont wanna piss it off.” Mira tries to push the broom back on Zoey.
“Stop calling her ‘it’. That’s Rumi!” Zoey says pushing the broom back.
“Rumi doesn’t have patterns.” Pushing the broom towards Zoey.
“Those are Rumi’s pajama pants! Clearly she does.” Pushing back at Mira with all her strength.
“That’s stupid! If I wear Rumi’s pants I dont become Rumi. Some demon fuck just stole her pants!” She’s slightly gaining on the broom fight, sliding Zoey in her socked feet backwards across the kitchen.
“Fine! Ill do it!” Zoey says pulling the broom to the side, sending Mira crashing to the floor beside her. “Oh, fuck! Sorry Mir.” Zoey helps her back up. She looks down at the broom, back up to Mira and shrugs. Zoey throws the broom at Rumi, hitting her in the back of the head.
Rumi turns fast, raising her arms and hissing. Her eyes flash gold.
“It’s a demon!” Mira yells as Zoey simultaneously yells “It’s Rumi!"
“What!? That’s just what a demon would do,” Mira raises her arms and hisses at Zoey.
“That’s also what Rumi would do if you threw a broom at her!”
Rumi walks across the kitchen, past them, to the pantry. She pulls out a peanut butter jar, sits down at the kitchen island and starts eating it with her fingers. Turning to Zoey and Mira, she slurs the word “breasts” and goes back to eating.
“Fuck… maybe that is Rumi,” Mira says, concerned.
“I told you!” Zoey says slapping her shoulder. She walks around to the opposite side of the island and leans on it, looking at Rumi. “Rumi, can you hear me?”
Rumi nods while scooping more peanut butter into her mouth.
“Rumi, why do you have patterns?”
“Father,” she burps through a mouth full of peanut butter.
Zoey turns and looks at Mira, who shrugs and walks over beside Zoey.
“…was you father a demon?” Mira asks.
Rumi nods and quietly mumbles “breasts” to herself again.
“Yeah, that’s her,” Zoey says.
—
30 minutes later in Rumi’s bathroom. Zoey’s trying to brush Rumi’s teeth while she flails and grumbles.
“Mir, hold her arms! She’s hitting me!”
Mira reaches forward and gently holds Rumi’s arms at her side. “Calm down Rumi. You’ve cant go to sleep with eggshells in your teeth. Fucking gross.”
“Almost done. Almost done. There, now spit.”
Rumi spits a mouth full of tooth paste in Zoey’s face. Zoey breathes out a little puff of air that makes her bangs float up and she frowns. “Go tuck her in Mir. I’ll be right there.”
Face washed, Zoey walks into the room and climbs under the covers with Rumi, who immediately turns and wraps herself around Zoey.
“What are you doing?” Mira asks.
“Sleep over with Rumi. Come on!” She turns and nuzzles up to Rumi, holding her head to her neck. Rumi hums, pleased.
“Rumi never has sleep overs with us. Not once.”
“Guess why.”
Mira’s eyes widen enormously. “Awww! That’s so sad!”
“Come on!”
“But what if she’s mad?”
“She seems pretty happy about it.” Rumi nestles in deeper.
“I think tomorrow’s gonna be pretty emotional and crazy regardless. I already texted Bobby and said we were all sick and to cancel everything.” Zoey says, yawning.
“Oh… good thinking.” Mira climbs into bed behind Rumi who makes a little yip sound and pulls Mira’s arms tightly over her and Zoey.
“G’night girls. I love you,” Mira says.
“Love you both,” Zoey mumbles, already half asleep.
“Lub” Rumi murmurs into Zoeys neck.
--
The next day is kind of emotional and a little crazy. But ultimately ends in another sleep over with Rumi. As do all the days after.
Polytrix all thinking it’s really hot to be degraded a little during sex but having to slowly ease into doing it to each other because they respect each other so much, but when they finally get used to it they start having some REALLY exciting sex.
Rumi taking the strap from Zoey, and Zoey doesn’t top often so she gets a little lost in the energy of Rumi moaning about how bad she needs it and just blurts out “I bet you do, slutty girl” and is immediately mortified. But before she can apologize Rumi moans SO LOUD, cums thirty seconds later, and starts BEGGING for more.
Mira getting slowly more and more commanding with Zoey when they play with the leash and collar. Up until this point she’s been a very gentle and loving top, but Zoey is just way too ahead of herself this time and Mira just puts her foot down, snaps about what a bad girl she’s being, and lays her down to edge her until she cries as punishment. Afterward Mira tries to apologize for getting too mean but Zoey tells her it was easily one of her top three orgasms and she will be disobeying more in the future because she loves being punished into submission.
Rumi taking Mira from behind and Mira’s being a little bit defiant as she often is when she bottoms and Rumi just randomly threatens to take her hair like reins and ride her until she breaks. Mira dares her and discovers a new love for aggressive hair pulling, overstimulation, and being on the receiving end of a slightly mean play-by-play of how much dumber she’s getting with each orgasm. She now refuses to bottom unless someone promises to turn her brain to mush and be mean about it.
But they never like to end the night on anything degrading. A lack of aftercare after something like this is the quickest way for them all to achieve domdrop or subdrop, and that sucks. So for everyone’s benefit, while they’re getting cleaned up, there’s a lot of “you were so good for me tonight” and “you’re so beautiful, I love you so much”, and, provided they still have enough brain power, some reassurance from the bottom that it felt good and they had fun.
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Zoey clocks the look on Rumi's face as soon as she walks into the living room. Though she has only seen that barely concealed grimace and tightness around her eyes once or twice before, the message it conveyed was clear.
Rumi is in pain.
Rumi marches across the room to the kitchen and rummages in their medicine cabinet, shoulders pulled up to her ears, paying them no mind. Zoey taps Mira's thigh to get her attention and gestures toward Rumi with her Switch. Mira joins her observations over the top of her glasses.
Rumi growls quietly when she doesn't immediately find what she wants.
"What are you looking for?" Mira asks when Rumi knocks something over with the tinkling of glass.
Rumi tenses and looks over at them. The patterns on her face are glowing the faintest purple. She grimaces, her lips curling back in pain. Her grip on the cabinet door is so tight her knuckles are white. "Are we out of Tylenol?"
"I probably have some in my room," Zoey pops up from where she was reclining against Mira. "What's wrong?"
Rumi rubs at her cheek. "I've had a toothache for the past few days but it's really bad today."
"Awww, poor baby." Zoey pops a gentle kiss on Rumi's opposite cheek as she passes her to fetch the medicine. She takes a quick step back and eyes Rumi with concern. "You feel a little warm. Mira, come check."
Mira unfolds herself from the couch, placing the book she was reading down on the coffee table. She's over to them in two long strides and has the back of her hand on Rumi's forehead. She hums and then gently pinches one of Rumi's earlobes between two fingers. "Bring the thermometer back when you get the pain killers," she tells Zoey. Then she takes Rumi by the wrist and pulls her over to the couch.
Zoey scrambles away with purpose. When she returns within a minute, Mira has Rumi between her legs on the couch in Zoey's previous position. Zoey puffs up her cheeks in frustration at losing her comfy spot but blows it away quickly at the sight of Rumi's pained grimace.
Rumi is opening and closing her mouth in an odd stretch, shifting her lower jaw from side to side. She rubs at both sides of her upper jaw and whimpers.
Zoey hands Mira the pills and thermometer and runs off to fetch some water next. She adds some ice at the last second.
Mira already has the thermometer in Rumi's mouth when Zoey gets back. It beeps after a minute and Rumi checks it with a grimace.
"38.4."
Mira takes it with a click of her tongue and hands Rumi the pills instead. "Yeah, you have a fever."
Rumi whines pathetically and takes the medicine. "I've never had my mouth hurt like this before. Even when my wisdom teeth came in crooked." She rubs at her face aggressively, her face set into a permanent scowl.
"Let me see?" Mira asks, gently pushing Rumi's hands away. Rumi opens her mouth as wide as she can and Mira and Zoey both lean in to examine her teeth. They all look clean and even, no cracks, no visible cavities, no blood. Zoey looks at Mira and shrugs. She's no dentist.
Mira shakes her phone so the flashlight comes on and tilts it to light up Rumi's mouth.
"Well, fun fact, you have a pattern on the roof of your mouth."
"Wha?"
"Woah, really?" Zoey tilts her head so she can see and yep, there it is, glowing the tiniest bit.
"Tate a pitcha," Rumi says without shutting her mouth.
Mira quickly snaps one and shows Rumi, who relaxes and closes her mouth to look. Then she immediately sticks a finger in her mouth to touch the ridges of her hard palate where the pattern is. "Weird," Rumi says around her own hand.
"Is that what hurts?" Zoey asks.
Rumi shakes her head. "No, it's like in my bones, like my jaw. On the top and bottom. It's pulsing, like my heartbeat." She grimaces and rests her head on Mira's shoulder. Mira rubs her back in soothing circles.
"Just try to rest, the medicine should kick in soon."
Rumi nods pathetically, her face scrunched up and her bottom lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout. It's very cute. Zoey wants to lean over and kiss her right on the tip of her nose, but that would probably be a step too far. Instead, she sits at Mira and Rumi's feet and rubs Rumi's shin.
Mira returns to her book, still holding Rumi, who is now curled up in a tight ball in Mira's lap. Mira sticks her feet under Zoey's thigh and Zoey goes back to her video games. They pass an hour that way with Rumi occasionally shifting to rub at her face. At one point she sits up completely to reach for the water cup and fish a piece of ice out. She pops the ice in her mouth and lays back on Mira, who tuts in fond displeasure when Rumi wipes her wet fingers on Mira's shirt.
Zoey can count on one hand the number of times she's heard Rumi curse. So it's especially startling when Rumi sits bolt upright with a strangled "Fuck!" while grabbing at her mouth and breathing like she just sprinted a marathon (probably the only distance that would actually wind her).
Zoey actually drops her Switch. Mira sits up so fast that her book goes flying across the room. They both start asking a series of questions about what's happening that has their voices overlapping in a tangle. Zoey's hands are hovering uncertainly over Rumi's shoulders and back but Mira has fewer hesitations. She takes Rumi's wrists in hand and pulls her hands away from her face.
Rumi is whimpering in pain and has her eyes shut tight, but her mouth is wide open. There, both her upper and lower canines have grown significantly longer, at least a centimeter. Her gums are red and swollen around the teeth in a way they weren't earlier. There's even a small hint of blood at the root of each of the teeth where they pushed through suddenly.
Mira and Zoey make slightly panicked eye contact.
Rumi, consumed with the pain, starts crying.
"Oh Rumi," Mira coos, melting in the face of Rumi's pain. "It's going to be okay." She doesn't know that of course, but what else are you supposed to say in situations like this? She releases Rumi's wrists and rubs her shoulders comfortingly.
What happens next seems both like it's in slow motion and so fast that Zoey and Mira can't react other than to watch.
Rumi flexes her mouth a few times, almost like she wants to close it but can't quite do it, and then, with no warning, she turns her head and bites deeply into her own bicep. Her eyes slip closed and she lets out a long relieved groan. The tension she had been holding in her shoulders all morning bleeds out with the sound and she slumps in the direction of her bitten arm.
Zoey and Mira watch in horrified fascination. Zoey, a yell lodged in her throat, shoots a frantic look at Mira, but Mira is staring at Rumi using her own arm as a chew toy with a slack expression.
"Uh..." is all Zoey manages after a few long seconds.
Rumi's eyes slit open and she looks at Zoey, her right eye is the usual lovely brown but the left is shining a brilliant gold. Rumi breathes in with a low rumbling growl that Zoey feels zip down her spine and settle strangely in her belly.
"Rumi...are you ok?" She asks, ignoring the feeling.
Rumi nods, arm still in her teeth. There’s no sign of blood so far, but her jaw looks like it's shut tight. She says something like, "feels better."
"Oh! Um...that's good?" She glances at Mira for direction but Mira is still staring with her mouth hanging half open. "Doesn't it, like, hurt?"
Rumi hums an affirmative.
Mira clears her throat, coming back to herself. "Could you...stop?" She rubs at Rumi's cheek with her thumb, trying to coax Rumi's jaw open like you might with a dog that has something they're not supposed to.
Rumi whines. Her eyes slip closed again and she leans into Mira touch. Then with the wet click of spit, she releases her arm and hangs her head.
Rumi's new longer teeth didn't pierce her skin, but they did leave four rapidly bruising marks surrounded by a perfect red ring from the rest of her teeth. Zoey reaches out without thinking and touches one of the marks. The muscle twitches under her fingers and Rumi whines again but it sounds much more human and embarrassed than before.
"I don't know why I did that." Rumi's voice sounds a little different as she tries to talk around the sudden change in her teeth.
"Probably instinct," Mira offers. She tugs at Rumi to get her to lean into her embrace again and Rumi goes willingly, cheeks pink. "Does it feel any better now?"
Rumi nods. "A little. I still feel like I need to..." She trails off and flexes her mouth a few more times. "I want to gnaw on something. The pressure helped." She slumps against Mira and covers her face with a groan. "Why is this happening to me?"
Zoey reaches under the couch cushion for the notebook she keeps stashed there. Mira rolls her eyes when she sees the title (Rumi Vol. 2). “I actually might have an idea about that.”
Rumi’s eyes narrow when she sees the title. She points at it. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve been keeping notes, obviously.” Zoey starts flicking through the pages, looking for one in particular near the middle. “I started the first one when we met, but ever since we had that conversation after the Idol Awards I’ve been writing down anything I could think of that you used to do or do currently that seemed odd in this second one, now that I have context. Trying to find patterns and figure out what was the influence of your demon heritage, or the way Celine raised you, or just your little quirks. You know, to understand you better.” She pauses and meets Rumi’s eyes, one still gold. “Is that weird?”
“Yes. But it's also kind of sweet so,” Rumi shrugs and looks away, the apples of her cheeks a little pink.
Zoey grins. “I have one for Mira too.” She pulls that one out from under the cushion next. Mira Things. She’s going to have to find a new hiding place for them now.
“What?” Mira reaches out to try and snatch it but Zoey pulls it away.
“My eyes only,” Zoey chides. She can feel that she’s turning red and hopes that the other two don’t comment on it. She doesn’t want to share the drawings in that one. “I keep present ideas in here too, so stay out of it.”
Mira looks unimpressed.
“Anyway,” Zoey tucks her Mira notebook under her thigh and gets back on track, “I’ve noticed a few things that have changed since last week, other than the color of your patterns. Like the purring thing.”
Rumi crosses her arms and scowls. Her ears start to turn red. “I don’t purr.”
“You definitely do,” Mira disagrees immediately. “Especially when you sleep.”
“Yeah, that’s definitely new. You used to be silent when you slept but now you do a little purring snore thing.”
Mira snaps her fingers at a sudden thought and points at Zoey’s notebook. “Did you write down the forehead thing?”
Zoey beams at her. She loves vindication. “Of course I did! I’m glad you noticed too.”
Rumi looks between them, brow furrowed in confusion, arms still crossed. “Forehead thing? What forehead thing?”
“You’ve been bumping us with your forehead when you greet us now. Like a cat.” Zoey bounces in place with excitement. She needs to add a note that Mira has noticed the forehead thing too. She reaches between the cushions and digs around. She knows there's a pen in there somewhere.
“No I do not!”
“You literally did it this morning,” Mira argues with a smirk. “I was making tea and you bumped my shoulder with your forehead. And you purred.”
Rumi’s face is bright red now with them both pointing out these new quirks.
Zoey gives up on her pen search and decides to forge on for now before Rumi gets too embarrassed and flounces out of the room. “Yeah, so maybe this is something related to you accepting your more…demonic, question mark, traits. Like, now that you're not hiding your patterns and you’re accepting yourself, these new aspects are emerging.”
That idea seems to deflate Rumi’s indignation. She uncrosses her arms and pokes at her longer canines instead. “Do you think these are permanent?”
Zoey certainly hopes so, they’re hot as fuck, but Rumi isn’t ready for her to be thirsty on main so she just shrugs. “Maybe? Or maybe it’s like the claws and your eye. They kind of went away once you calmed down after the Idol Awards. By the time we got back home your hand was back to normal. Your eye was gold a moment ago but it’s brown again now.”
Rumi reaches up and rubs under her eye at that. “I didn’t even realize.” She trails into thoughtful silence.
Zoey lets her ruminate only for a moment. She's definitely learned by now that you can't let Rumi sit too long with her thoughts or they'll spiral into negativity quickly. “Did it hurt when your hand grew claws? Because the teeth coming in clearly hurt.”
Rumi looks down at her perfectly human looking left hand like it might give her the answer. “I don’t really remember. Everything was happening so fast and it was all so horrible.” She clenches her hand into a fist. “I don’t think it did. Definitely not like my teeth for sure.”
“So maybe the claws are magic and the teeth are real,” Mira supposes. “Can you close your mouth? Or do the teeth get in the way?”
Rumi closes her mouth and bares her teeth at them. The canines definitely stand out as being longer, but they line up perfectly.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Not really,” Rumi says through her clenched teeth. “Still kinda sore.”
“Close your lips too,” Mira commands, looking closely. Rumi does. “Yeah, can’t even tell with your mouth closed all the way.”
"You know what we should do?" Zoey asks no one in particular, slapping the notebook shut. "We should do some experiments."
Mira groans. "Oh god."
Zoey jabs Mira in the ribs with her fingers. "Shut up! It's a good idea."
Rumi looks as enthused as Mira does. Rude. They should know by now that Zoey has great ideas and great follow through. "I don't know," Rumi hedges. "What kind of experiments?"
Zoey feels the excitement building with her racing thoughts. She hugs her notebook to her chest and starts rattling off ideas. "Oh, you know, stress testing, physical endurance, reactions to stimuli, ugh this is gonna be great. And, I'm going to write it all down, so that makes it science."
Mira and Rumi share a concerned glance that Zoey very politely pretends not to see. It's fine, they'll get on board.
"First though," Zoey jumps up and both of her friends flinch back in surprise at the sudden movement. She giggles at their startled expressions. "We need to get Rumi a chew toy."
Rumi's expression shifts on a dime to a complete lack of amusement. "No!"
“You said you still want to bite something,” Zoey points out. “You can’t just keep biting yourself.” Not the time to offer up herself. “You look like you got mauled, and not in a fun way.”
“I’m not a dog!”
Mira hums in agreement. “Yeah, definitely more ‘big cat’ vibes.”
“Not helpful!”
"Oh yeah, I'm texting Bobby right now!" Zoey grabs up her Mira notebook as well and takes off toward her room.
"No!" Rumi tries to leap after her, but she is still entwined with Mira's legs on the couch and ends up pulling the both of them onto the floor with a flurry of curses from Mira.
Zoey shrieks with laughter and then with a little bit of fear when Rumi scrambles up and comes barreling after her. “I was joking! I was joking!” Rumi fully rugby tackles her around the thighs and her notebooks go flying down the hall. “I don’t even have my phone.”
The quick tap of slipper clad feet comes up behind them and Zoey watches in horror as Mira darts past them and scoops up the notebook about her with a triumphant “Ha!”
“No! Mira!” Zoey cries, struggling to escape the iron grip Rumi has on her. “You’re gonna make fun of me.”
“I already do that anyway,” Mira points out, flicking through the notebook. “I might as well have some context.” She pauses on a page, turns it sideways with a confused look, and right way up again.
Zoey smacks her forehead on the floor. That’s definitely the page she didn’t want Mira to see.
“My legs are not that long” Mira comments. “And you really don’t understand physics. I was joking before, but no, it’s true.”
“Your legs are that long and I barely passed that class.”
Mira tuts. “The American education system fails again.”
“What are you two talking about?” Rumi demands, she releases Zoey and clambers up. Zoey grabs her ankle to keep her from getting to Mira and Mira slams the notebook closed.
“Nothing!” they say in tandem.
“No more secrets,” Rumi says mockingly.
“That doesn’t mean ‘no more privacy,’” Mira argues. She tucks the notebook under her arm.
“That’s rich,” Zoey gripes, eyeing the stolen notebook as she sits up.
Mira shrugs and flicks her hair over her shoulder. “Yes, well, I’ve always had expensive taste.”
Pre canon zoemira who have been dating for a while but badly keeping it a secret from fans get caught with lingering touches or soft eyes and hand holds. Fandom goes wild.
Rumi who is very much into being in the spotlight, swears that she will make it her personal mission to get rumira and zoerumi to trend by initiating fan service as much as possible NOT knowing zoemira are dating and are starting to get attracted to her.
Holding hands with Zoey, whispering secrets and jokes into her ear during fan meets to get her to giggle, taking pics of their outings and calling them “dates” online.
Grabbing Mira’s arms and clinging to her when there’s too much paparazzi around, purposely initiating sexy dances and twerking on stage and posting about “who needs a bf when I have Mira”.
It gets to a breaking point where zoemira have to confront this situation when Rumi steps all the way into Mira’s face during a performance as if she were going to kiss her. Zoey asks if Mira would’ve kissed Rumi on stage, Mira couldn’t respond.
Rumi, eyes twinkling: all I’m hearing is you both want me
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