#poly fluff

The sound of Leon boots stop when he spots you on the couch, to him you don’t look hurt, you aren’t bleeding and he knows that the blood that stains your clothes isn’t your own. He had made sure about a dozen times during the mission, and then another dozen on your way to the safe house. 

You just look worn down, and exhausted to him. Nothing he hasn’t seen before but he can’t help but admire you for a few moments before letting his shoulders drop ever so slightly, and allowing for the tension to roll off his frame in what you’d only call a very visible wave of release. ”I wondered where you went off to.” Leon murmurs as he finally stands tall in front of you. 

You hum, and give the man a soft, but over all tired smile “Does that mean you were lookin’ for me?” You ask him, Leon just huffs and shakes his head at you, “Always.” Is the only response you get from the man. Leon is slow with his movements as he comes closer than usual. His movements remind you of a zookeeper trying to make sure not to startle an animal. 

“You did a disappearing act when we got here, sweetheart.” Leon says, the nickname is a reminder of sorts that you aren’t on the field anymore. Leon seems to only ever allow the honorific to come out in the safety of a safe house. You hum once more, looking up at him. “I just really needed a fuckin’ minute.” He seems to understand just giving you a simple nod in return. 

Leon takes the moment to bend down, his knees hitting the safe house floor and popping as he finally manages to sit all the way down. His hands rest carefully and res[ectfully on your knees. His touch is light, but filled with a care that only comes from the sort of understanding of seeing some horrible shit and making it out alive together. 

There is silence that falls over the two of you before Leon is filling the air once more with the richness of his voice. “You really did a number on me today, scared the ever living shit out of me.” Leon admits. 

You take a chance to really look at Leon. Leon carries everything with him, and it shows in his features. The way he looks more emotionally strained like he’s trying to hold back from breaking apart. Then there are the dark circles that sit under his eyes telling you about the immense amount of trauma that he’s endured all for saving someone. 

There isn’t anything in his eyes that makes you feel like he’s accusing you, or reprimanding you. It’s just a bare honesty that you seem to share with Leon. “I know that you’ll always come.” You responded honestly. You can visibly see the change in Leon. The way his shoulders rise up to his ears, the way his jaw sets and tightens ever so faintly. 

Finally he looks back up at you. “That’s not a fail safe plan, sweetheart.” His voice is rough and thick with something, but you can’t pinpoint it. “Yeah but it worked did it not?” You question him. Leon just shakes his head, not there is any real anger and frustration behind it at all. 

Once again it’s just an emotion that you can’t seem to pinpoint, the feeling is there rooting its way in between you both. Leon slides one of his hands up from your knee to find one of your hands. His overall warmth floods you, the rough callused fingers grazing against your own softer, and smaller hand. 

His touch is grounding, and steady. He takes your wrist in his hand, gently twisting your wrist until he finds the face of your watch. He’s careful to unlatch the buckle and grab the watch, placing it right next to you on the couch. Leon inspects your old scars, the ones that have left uneven bumps along your skin. 

“Nobody is expecting you to be invincible, sweetheart.” Leon says softly. You reach down, grabbing Leon’s other hand lacing your fingers together and giving him a good squeeze. “I know that Leon.” You whisper back to him. The exhale that Leon lets out tells you that he’s most definitely relieved to hear that answer. 

The same hand that holds your wrist gently gets twisted back around, his thumb falling softly over your knuckles. You watch as Leon swallows before speaking, “You know it’s a shame, but I don’t say it enough to you.” He murmurs, without dropping his piercing blue eyes from our own. “You matter, to me sweetheart.” You feel your heart quicken in your chest, and your lungs burn. You give his hand another squeeze, and then regain some sort of control over your body. 

“Just so you know, Leon, you matter to me too.” You admit with a smile on your face. He returns the smile, the crows feet around his eyes deepening. It’s a soft smile, one that tells you everything you need to know about this man kneeling in front of you. The realness is there too, and before you know it Leon is leaning forward slowly. 

His forehead resting against your own only for a few moments. 

The moment isn’t one that feels like he’s claiming you as his own, rather that there is an undeniable closeness that tethers the two of you together. 

It’s hours later when you find yourself rummaging through the old cabinets of the kitchen. When you turn around there is Ada leaning against the counter. Her slender arms crossed over her chest. Her breath is steady, and her eyes are piercing in a way that doesn’t make you feel small but instead makes you feel seen. 

You realize quickly that she must have been leaning against the counter longer than you were aware. “I can tell that you’re favoring your left side, trouble.” Ada says calmly, before pushing off the counter. You take a second looking down at your legs. Still in your mission clothes. “Am I? I didn’t notice.” You mumble out truthfully. 

Ada steps closer, her boots clicking against the tile floor quietly. She hums, "Of course you didn’t notice trouble, you tend to ignore your own injuries.” She says. Ada's fingers find and settle around your waist carefully. Then she’s guiding you to turn slowly. For a woman who has been on both sides, and doesn’t take shit her touch is very gentle and grounding. 

The same way a few hours ago Leon's touch had been grounding. While Leon’s touch was grounding and steady. Ada’s touch is woven with precision not that it’s all that surprising. “Trouble you like to hide your pain.” She murmurs as if talking any louder will bring something down upon the both of you. 

“And you do it so well too.” Ada adds. You give Ada a quiet hum, “It’s just a survival skill I’ve learned.” You murmur under your breath. You can feel Ada eyes flick and graze over your body finally landing on your eyes. Her stare says a lot, ‘That’s not how it should be’ or ‘You aren’t meant for a world that is fucking broken.’ It’s honestly hard to understand what her looks mean sometimes. 

“It may be a survival skill, but that doesn't make it any less dangerous.” Ada says pointedly. Ada’s hands are still resting comfortably on your waist. Giving you a steadiness to find your balance as you continue to try and shift to get comfortable. You don’t dare pull away, and of course Ada notices. Because Ada will always notice. 

There is a moment of silence that follows as you settle your lower back against the counter top, and Ada at you to make sure you’re finally comfortable. Ada is the first one to break the silence. “I’ve noticed that you trust him.” Ada says as if trying to make sure the ‘he’ she is referring to doesn't hear her. 

You think for a minute, your lips pursed out into an almost pout and then you give her a nod. “But I also trust you.” You add, your words make Ada stop in her tracks. For a singular moment you watch as her composure that always seems to be shatter free starts to crack at just the edges. Softening for you and you alone. 

What truly gives Ada away is how her fingers curl ever so slightly around your side. The press of her fingers into the side of your stomach isn’t anything but grounding. “You really shouldn't have trouble.” She says but her voice is everything but convincing. “That’s too bad because I do.” 

You watch her eyes, and how well she seems to study you. Studying your face like she’s searching for the lies that lay just underneath the facade. Except there are no lies, because you trust her just as much as you trust Leon. When Ada doesn’t find the lies or the hesitation she lets herself take a deep breath.

She lets go of  your waist quickly and lets her hands brushing ever so lightly over your arms. The touch is personal, not an ounce of professionalism behind it. Not even a clinical distance can stop the way her touch causes a wave of goosebumps to go over your skin. “Trouble, you make it so fuckin’ difficult.” Ada whispers, “So difficult to what Ada?” You ask as you feel your heart to stutter and jump in your chest. 

Ada traces the edge of your shift with her thumb, the softness of her skin against the top exposed part of your arm has you reeling and then she’s gone, letting go but not stepping away from you completely. “Just difficult, trouble.” That’s all you get from Ada, leaving you utterly confused. 

You’ve returned to your spot on the couch, this time you’re sporting loosing, and cleaner clothes. A pair of loose jogging pants, and an oversized t-shirt with a graphic that has half come off from the amount of times it’s gone through the washer and dryer back home. 

You have your feet tucked underneath your ass, a book that you had shoved in your go bag in your lap. You’re so entranced by the book that you don’t realize that both of them have returned to the room until you feel the couch dip on one side of you and then feel the couch dip on the other side. 

When you look to your right there is Ada. Her legs crossed. Her gear is gone and the dress she was wearing earlier is now replaced with something else. To your left is Leon. He sports a new shirt, and a pair of loose grey sweatpants, his gear long forgotten about on the kitchen counter top. 

They don’t crowd you, but you can still feel their presence. You take a moment finding your forgotten bookmark and marking your page for later. Closing and setting the book aside, you look between them. You seem to notice the way the room is quiet but not uncomfortable. 

Neither seems to want to speak first, so instead you feel the softness of Leon’s hand brushing ever so lightly against yours, the touch is tentative like he’s testing the water, making sure not to leave big ripples behind. Ada’s touch is different, instead her touch leaves nothing to doubt. Her hand bracing on your back lightly. 

Just because neither wants to speak first sure as hell doesn’t mean that either one of them will be dropping their touch on you any time soon. You let go of a heavy breath. “You’re both so bad at hiding.” You say with a shake of your head. 

Leon huffs next to you on the couch, “I was never hiding, sweetheart.” You can see Ada smirk from the corner of your eye, “He really wasn’t, he’s never been hiding or lying.” Ada says. Your laugh starts off quiet, and then it’s bouncing off the safe house walls, filling the space with warmth. 

The space feels warmer than before, more lived in then a safe house should probably ever feel like. You smile looking over at Leon to reach out and grab his hand. You look over at Ada, and grab her hand with your other hand. Stuck in the middle of them you hold both of them in your hands. 

They don’t let go, and there’s no hestiance or resistance. Leon returns to brushing his tumb over the tops of your knuckles, and you feel the slight press of Ada’s fingers dig into your back in a reassuring way. You let your body flow, leaning into Leon slightly, he makes sure to steady you. You rest your head against Ada’s shoulder, her presence stays close to you without a single questions about what this now makes the three of you. 

Regardless for the first time you feel safe, secure and balanced perfectly between Ada and Leon. You sit comfortably like that for a while, before you feel the softness of Leon’s lips press a soft kiss to the top of your temple, Ada gives you a possessive squeeze around your waist. You aren’t being asked to choose either one of them, because neither one of them will let you go. 

Posted on: 02/25/26

Oh how smug you felt, that a song you had written that was purely dedicated to your boys, could still be released and put onto your latest album, Sonder. Truth be told, it was masked as a song to all your 'girls' out there, about spending time with them being your most favourite thing in the world, and not needing anything else. That was how it actually made it onto the album. But you knew who you really wrote it for.

You wrote the song for Chan, who dedicated his life to protecting each of his partners and prioritising them over himself.

For Minho, who willingly let you read him like a book and get to know him because he wasn't scared of opening up to you.

For Changbin, who often indulged in late night deep conversations with you, whether they were trivial matters that you spiraled deeply into, or more serious ones that helped each of you lift the weight off of your shoulders.

For Hyunjin, whose dramatic antics yet romantic attitude always made you swoon, no matter how goofy he would suddenly become.

You wrote it for Jisung, who always managed to keep you on your toes, whether it be from him bursting into song, his sleep clinginess or his rambles about his new favourite anime that inspired him to write a song or two.

For Felix, who was your constant source of happiness, smiles radiating sunshine and reflecting his light across your shadows, forever brightening your day.

For Seungmin, your cheeky yet very emotionally intelligent partner in crime who helped you stay rational in times when all you could see was doom and gloom.

And finally for Jeongin, who always insisted his admiration for you, was levels above your own for him, because he couldn't believe that it was possible for anyone to be more adored in this world than you.

They were all you needed. And you couldn't wait to show them that, and finally be able to express that to them through the other thing you all loved - music.

-★-★-★-★-★-

Gorgeous yet eery piano notes echoed across the walls of the stadium as you made your entrance, like you were a mystical being that your fans laid their eyes upon.

"She's so hot," Jeongin sighed as he leant across the railings.

"Real," Hyunjin nodded, tongue grazing his upper lip.

"Stop perving on our girlfriend," Seungmin sighed and whacked them on the backs of their heads.

Your boyfriends were sat on an upper tier of the seating in the stadium, safely away from fans and any possible suspicions to why they were there. Luckily, if that case was ever made, fans would be sure to defend you, knowing that you and Jeongin were friends at SOPA.

If only they knew that the two of you were way more than friends. As well as his seven other band members.

Suddenly a new track they hadn't heard started playing, some calming guitar sounding out before a drum track starting kicking in and their girlfriend's poppy voice blended perfectly with the music.

"Come and take a ride with me, I got a credit card and some good company..."

"Wait, that's about us, right?" Chan's eyes widened and a big grin appeared on his face.

"She literally said her girlies," Minho said bluntly, making Chan laugh.

"We're sort of the girlies," Han shrugged.

"Yeah Jisung you do give baby girl energy to be fair," Felix laughed.

"So does Binnie," Jisung added on, smiling as their girl performed.

The fun, light-hearted choreography made you shine with your bright energy.

"I feel so proud, wahhh," Changbin held his hand over his heart, bopping along to the music much like his other boyfriends.

"Quick, let's head backstage!" Felix pushed his other boyfriends forwards down the stairs in pure excitement as the concert came to an end.

-★-★-★-★-★-

Stretched out on the sofa in your dressing room, sipping from some water, you nearly choked on your mouthful as the door burst open with eight men pouring through.

"You were so good!"

"That song was about us right?!"

"Right?!"

You giggled as you were quite literally smothered in their love, kisses being peppered across your face, your neck, your hands, swallowed up in the arms of your boyfriends.

"Yah! What if I was getting changed?" you gasped playfully as you pushed them all away.

"I wouldn't be complaining," Hyunjin smirked before getting a neck slap from Minho.

"Hey!"

And on they went playfully fighting as Chan gave you one of his hoodies he brought with him, just for you.

"Thanks love," you smiled fondly, pulling the fluffy black hoodie over your head as Jeongin tugged you into his arms.

"You really wrote a song about us?" Felix grabbed your hands to gain your attention.

"How could you tell?" you pushed your lips together, trying not to let any words spill out straight away. You'd keep them guessing just that bit longer, that was your game.

"Credit card and some good company? You literally said that to us one time," Seungmin shrugged knowingly, with shake of his head to get the hair out of his face. He had been growing it longer recently - no objections from you.

"That could just be about my friends," you feigned ignorance.

"Nah!"

"No way!"

"Hey I have friends!" you stood up, folding your arms and detesting their claims.

"We know you do, we know love," Changbin back hugged you tightly.

"But you also have us, hmm?" Minho smirked, tickling under your chin like you were one of his cats.

"And we're way better company!" Han declared, from his spot sat on top of Jeongin as he teased the younger and cooed like you all normally did with the maknae.

"I think Jeongin would disagree," you said dryly.

"I would!" the fox boy choked out, nearly sounding suffocated with distraught as he wrestled the older boy off of him.

"But you wouldn't, would you? Don't deny it, that song was for us," Seungmin pointed out.

"Mmm, sure, whatever you want to believe," you looked down at your feet shyly, knowing there was no turning back from here. They had caught you out. But you didn't mind anymore, you were happy because they were too.

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between apple’s dedication to following her destiny and raven’s dedication to forging her own path, this relationship is one that is very unlikely to happen and very unusual when you all finally settle into it

apple is big into pet names and terms of endearment, and almost never calls you or raven by your names. baby, honey, cutie, sweetie, darling, love, and so on and so on — the list is endless and grows longer with every passing day

raven, meanwhile, is a touch more conservative than your darling little princess and usually just calls you and apple by your names — though she’s not completely opposed to occasionally calling you both something like ‘babe’ (not sharing apple’s flair for the dramatic, theatric, or cutesy)

apple’s main love language is physical touch. if she’s not smothering your face in kisses then she’s interlocking her arm with raven’s and snuggling into her side like a clingy cat. if she’s not holding raven’s hand under the table when you’re all out on a date, then she’s dragging you around with her as she shops in town (refusing to let go of your hand for a single moment). and if she’s not scratching at your scalp and helping you relax after a long day of studying and exams then she’s perched behind raven styling her hair with an unmatched focus (tongue stuck out and everything) — in other words, she’s all over you both all of the time, both in public and in private

raven’s main love language is acts of service. she makes a second set of notes for the classes you share with her when she knows you’ve been too distracted or busy to make your own. she memorises apple’s drink order and makes sure to pick one up for her whenever she drops into town. she uses small spells to warm or cool the room you’re staying in when she knows you’re struggling to sleep because of sickness or the weather. and she never hesitates to lend apple a hand when she’s planning out a get together with her friends — making sure that you both don’t just hear her love for you, but see and feel it too

they’re both pretty big on words of affirmation and quality time too, both of which you reap the rewards of as their shared lover — and that you’re sure to reciprocate, obviously

apple is more than happy to use her family’s wealth to spoil you and raven absolutely rotten — making sure you both have the newest, best quality, and most stylish things that money can buy

maddie was the first one to learn about your relationship from raven’s side, but she knew about her crushes on you both long before anything became official — and she’s very very supportive of you both (in her own mad way, naturally)

apple’s friends took a bit longer to adjust to your destiny-defying triad — aside from ashlynn who is in a similar relationship herself and was supportive of her from the get-to — but nowadays they’re all pretty supportive of your triad

apple’s favourite places to kiss you are your cheeks and neck — and her favourite places to kiss raven are her shoulders and the tip of her nose

raven’s favourite place to kiss you is your lips, and her favourite place to kiss apple is her hands (especially her knuckles and fingertips)

their mothers really didn’t take your triad well — snow especially (the evil queen was more amused than anything, really) — but thankfully that doesn’t really affect you all that much… of course apple was a bit upset at first but she’s since gotten over it as she doesn’t want to lose either of you

You knew it probably wasn’t the most productive way to get work done, but it worked for you. You were sitting on David’s lap, his sweatshirt covering your top half and a pair of Milo’s sweats on your bottom. David’s (unfairly) strong arms were wrapped around your torso, keeping you pressed up against him. Asher had come home, seen your position promptly shifted and flopped onto your feet. You had checked on him multiple times but he was content in keeping your feet warm. A kiss to your neck broke you out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay?” David asked, placing his head on your shoulder. You nodded, interlacing your fingers to bring his hand up to your lips and placing a gentle kiss against it before letting go again. He squeezed your waist, inhaling your scent and letting himself relax. You smiled at the feeling of being surrounded by your lovers, although one of them was missing. You got back to your work, the sounds of the keyboard filling the room. It was a while before Asher stirred again. He stood slowly, stretching before placing his fluffy head in your lap. You grinned down at him, stroking his soft fur. The crackled rumbles he let out made you laugh, he was adorable. Asher jerked his head up at David, you turned, looking at your sleeping lover. “Oh my lord. Of course he fell asleep. He’s still holding me though so I can’t be too mad.” You chuckled, trying not to jostle him awake. At least you were spread out on the couch, so he was comfortable. Plus, you were happy he was getting some extra sleep while still being with you. Asher nuzzled into your stilled hand and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh I’m sorry, did I stop patting you?” You teased. Despite everything, you knew that all Asher wanted was to be close with you all so he could protect you and make sure everyone was alright.

People tended to think he was dumb which wasn’t the case, he said dumb things to make others laugh and he prided himself on his ability to help, even if that meant putting himself down. Once you had learnt his tricks, you quickly put a stop to it, recognising how much it was hurting the beta. Asher had peppered kisses over your face as you told him how smart he was and how proud you were of him. (He nearly cried)

Mammon is great for outings and new experiences.

Levi is great for a night in or when you need quiet time.

Matching everything.

Expect Levi to make matching cosplay for everyone.

Mammon will complain, but he secretly loves it (and being included).

He eventually feels comfortable sharing suggestions of themes/characters with Levi.

Mammon looks out for Levi, reminding him how much you care for him when you aren’t there to do it yourself.

Levi still picks on Mammon, but isn’t as harsh.

It’s more of a friendly/teasing banter than an actual attempt to degrade.

They bond over things related to you.

Like swapping sexy stories like the perverts they are.

When Mammon is busy, he’s comforted knowing Levi is with you.

Despite all of Levi’s quirks, Mammon knows no one else could protect you as well (besides himself, of course).

These two get into so much mischief.

If something is broken/missing, or a random loud noise is suddenly heard - you can bet they are behind it.

Levi talks Mammon into a lot of shit just for the sake of DevilTube videos (let’s be honest, it doesn’t take much convincing).

Pretty sure they get dumber when they are together and unsupervised, scratch that. They definitely do.

Common sense? Never heard of ‘em.

Mammon is a closet geek.

Not as obsessed as Levi, but he has his fandoms, don’t be fooled.

They will bond over this too.

Would not be unusual for you to be totally clueless about something these two are obsessed with.

But you love watching them when they get like that.

Mammon stops stealing Levi’s shit, if only for the fact he probably helps him buy most of it now.

Levi buys extras whenever possible so Mammon can resell them (or keep them for himself because hello, closet geek).

If Levi is looking for a certain hard to find item, trust Mammon to be the one to find it.

Mammon tries to resell something to Levi at a markup a grand total of (1) times, but you’ll need to put a stop to that real fast.

They trade photos of you like Pokemon cards.

They think you don’t know, but of course you do.

Finally realize they aren’t as sly as they thought when you slip them a few new ones just because.

You must split their time up evenly between them.

Lots of planning, consider using a very fancy family scheduling app to make it all work.

If you are ok with it, you will never be alone again.

Otherwise better schedule chunks of “Me Time”.

Make sure to enforce boundaries because they will try to join in when it’s not their time, especially at the start when they are still adjusting to this idea of “sharing”.

Showing any sort of preferential treatment is sure to end very badly.

But if someone is having a rough time, exceptions can be made.

(Especially when it’s you who is sick/depressed)

They both deal with some of the same insecurities, so there’s a certain degree of understanding between them.

Just don’t ask them to talk about their feelings with each other.

They’ll only do that with you. Alone.

Prefer to spend time alone with you at first.

But after the relationship is more established, they enjoying hanging out as a group just as much.

They still need their private time with you though.

Both are very shy about showing you affection in front of the other, to start.

Mammon gets over this first, using it as a way to tease Levi and make him jealous.

Levi, jealous as he his, can’t let this stand so he works up the courage too.

Soon you are being lavished in affection & lots of cuddles.

Everyone is happy so long as they can touch and be touched by you.

Better like being sandwiched between these two while sleeping.

You’ll need to convince Levi to get a bed in his room so you and Mammon can spend the night while he does his thing.