#polyamorous relationship

“No crying,” Mystery said, without looking up from the book he wasn’t actually reading. “If she was making weapons, she’d have asked for my bone saw. She didn’t. So it’s not that.”

Each time one of them had gone to knock, you answered with a calm but firm, “Just a little project. Don’t come in.”

The way you said it made it sound… serious. Almost sacred.

So, they waited. Grumbled. Whispered at your door. Piled into the living room to wait.

And then, finally—your door creaked open.

You stepped out, hands behind your back, wearing a soft, satisfied smile. The kind that only appeared when you were really proud of yourself.

All five heads turned in unison.

“You’re alive!” Baby cried, springing over the back of the couch like a puppy.

“I told you she wasn’t possessed,” Mystery muttered, slipping a bookmark into his novel.

You took slow, deliberate steps toward them, expression unreadable. “Before any of you speak,” you said sweetly, “you’re going to sit. And you’re going to listen.”

They obeyed. Partially out of curiosity, partially out of fear. You were adorable—but terrifying when determined.

Once they were seated, you drew your hands forward.

Five tiny flower rings rested delicately in your palm.

Handmade. Slightly uneven. Wholesome and radiant.

Silence.

Then:

“…Are those for us?” Romance blinked slowly, leaning forward.

“Yes,” you said, tone deadly serious. “I made one for each of you. I spent all day choosing the right flowers and weaving them.”

“…Rings?” Jinu echoed, eyebrows lifting. “Like. To wear. On fingers?”

“Obviously.” You stepped closer. “Put out your hands.”

They didn’t move.

Not out of resistance—just shock.

“They’re enchanted, right?” Mystery asked, narrowing his eyes. “Do they explode?”

“No,” you said. “They’re just made of love.”

“Even worse,” Abby muttered.

“Abby.”

“…Fine.”

You began slipping the rings onto their fingers one by one.

To Jinu, you gave a ring woven from tiny white jasmine and sky-blue forget-me-nots. “Because you’re loud and bright but impossible to forget.”

“…I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended,” Jinu muttered. But he smiled. A little too proudly.

To Abby, a ring of soft lavender and chamomile. “Because you’re the quiet peace I didn’t know I needed.”

He went pink instantly. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah, shut up.”

To Baby, a ring of tiny yellow daisies and baby’s breath. “Because you’re sunshine in demon form.”

Baby squealed.

To Romance, you presented a rosebud—tiny, delicate—framed with clover leaves and lilacs. “Because you’re dramatic and soft and lucky.”

Romance was suspiciously quiet. His hands trembled when you placed the ring on him.

And finally…

To Mystery, a ring made of night-blooming jasmine and deep indigo lobelias. “Because you’re the mystery that feels like home.”

Mystery stared at the ring. “That’s… actually kind of beautiful.”

You nodded. “That’s because it is.”

They were all staring at their hands now, as if they’d been given something far more powerful than the enchanted weapons they were used to wielding.

Then Jinu cleared his throat. “So… do we wear these to battle or like, bedtime? What’s the protocol here?”

“Every day,” you said firmly. “No exceptions.”

They all blinked.

“Every day?” Abby asked.

“You heard me.”

“Like… even if it doesn’t match my outfit?”

“Yes, Abby.”

“What if I’m showering?”

“Then wear it on your toe. Figure it out.”

Baby clapped excitedly. “I’ll never take mine off!!”

Romance rolled his eyes—but hid his smile. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he murmured, admiring his floral accessory.

“And you haven’t even seen mine,” you added, reaching into your pocket.

You pulled out your ring.

It was slightly bigger than the others, woven from six different flowers:

Red rose (Romance)

Pale pink carnation (Abby)

Yellow daffodil (Baby)

Deep violet orchid (Mystery)

Bright blue cornflower (Jinu)

And in the center, a white camellia—you.

“This is me,” you explained softly. “Surrounded by all of you.”

The room was quiet.

Emotion rippled like a slow wave through the space.

Romance placed a hand over his heart. “I’m going to cry.”

“You said no crying,” Mystery reminded him.

“Too bad,” Romance sniffled.

Abby cleared his throat and looked away, jaw tight. “Stupid idea. Stupid rings. Stupid you.”

Jinu stood up and dramatically flung himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You’re the sappiest human I’ve ever met. And I love it.”

One by one, the others joined in.

You were quickly swallowed in a giant, tangled group hug of limbs, warmth, and whispered jokes.

Baby buried his nose in your hair. “We love you.”

You kissed his forehead. “I know.”

“You know,” Abby mimicked, voice thick.

Later that night, you caught each of them admiring their rings in secret.

Mystery tucked his under his glove. Romance posed with it in the mirror. Jinu took selfies. Abby kept touching it and then pretending he wasn’t. Baby kept showing his to the cat.

They wore them the next day.

And the next.

Even on missions.

You never had to ask twice.

Because no matter how silly it looked, each of them knew:

Those rings weren’t just flowers.

They were proof.

That despite everything—the demons, the chaos, the past…

They belonged to you.