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.
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
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.
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 :) 🩷
