Hereâs our masterlist for the K-Pop Demon Hunter Fest 2025!
It will be updated as the works are posted. Hope yâall enjoy!
Polytrix
Practice Makes Perfect by Onthecyberseas
Huntrix is about to star in their first movie. Rumi is nervous about her kissing scene, and Zoey and Mira offer to help.
Cut me into Quarters (Tuck Them Away for Later) by Lacuna07
Rumi looks to leave Seoul behind in just three weeks, shame Seoul starts to take a liking to her
crescendo, take me up by illuminatedbythelightofmylaptop
Zoey absolutely adores the siblings in her class. She's not supposed to have favorites. She tries really hard not too. She was absolutely the kid that the teachers depised or loved, and most hated her. She'd watched with jealousy as teachers cooed over students that did not deserve the special treatment. She's grown up since then, obviously.
But Derpy and Sussie are just so fucking cute that she can't.
OR
When Zoey gets protective over her adorable students, she runs into their very hot (lesbian!) parents and somehow ends up going home with them.
Zoeystery
I Just Wanna Stay In Your Lavender Haze by ineffablesaltflower
Somewhere between first dates, late night tea sessions and christmas cookie baking, Zoey and Mystery are trying to figure out what it means to be finally together. To be loved the way they are, with all their lost memories and memories too vivid. Mystery learns about the christmas costum of presents and has an idea, while Zoey thinks she has the perfect idea to stop memories from getting lost. And then there's the little fact that to the public they are still Idols.
I'm bad at summaries, I promise it's cute and soft, sprinkled with a tiny bit of angst inbetween.
Bobby/Gwi-Ma
Future: Pending by WroughtBetwixt
Bobby/Gwi-Ma, Trans Bobby, Holiday Fluff
Bobby always feels down on himself during Christmas. This year, he's got a new roommate who might shake things up.
No Ship/Platonic
Spots & Stripes by whitebeltwriter
Rumi had speculated the ramifications of her patterns being exposed for her entire life- mostly in a very Negative sense -but it took meeting one young fan to realize there was one scenario she had never considered:
That other people would find them relatable.
I Don't Think We're Ready for the Takeoff by gifbot
A week after the mysterious plane explosion over the HUNTR/X concert, you find a phone outside the KSPO Dome. But... who does it belong to?
And why does it smell like jet fuel and sulfur?
A legacy of Liars by Emmaducklingsaviour
Lies have always been apart of Celine's life, to herself, the one's she's loved and lost. A self loathing she could never shake, a vicious cycle she wants to break, becomes her legacy.
Up On the Roof by FrozenWings
The life of an Idol is a demanding one; the life of a Hunter even more so. As such Celineâs nights are typically filled with variety shows and demonic onslaughts, to-do lists and Honmoon tears, demands and danger.
Tonight is not one of those nights.
Up here, on the roof of the apartment building, all she has to worry about are silly âwould you ratherâ questions. Or maybe not so sillyâŠ
âThink youâd ever want kids?â
the secrets we keep,, (oh the burden.) by atrixtraa
baby shares the fact that he's been sneaking out and rapping songs that cross boundaries that his old idol persona wasn't allowed to touch to zoey, making it their secret. baby's tight-lipped as usual while zoey's loyalty runs strong. the thing is, mystery and rumira aren't as supportive to this whole "keeping secrets" thing.
a story gradually revealed through zoey and baby coming back to their respective homes in the later hours again and again and bearing the brunt of hiding a secret from the ones they love most.
the secrets we keep,, (oh the burden.) by atrixtraa
Zoey-centric, Baby and Zoey friendship
baby shares the fact that he's been sneaking out and rapping songs that cross boundaries that his old idol persona wasn't allowed to touch to zoey, making it their secret. baby's tight-lipped as usual while zoey's loyalty runs strong. the thing is, mystery and rumira aren't as supportive to this whole "keeping secrets" thing.
a story gradually revealed through zoey and baby coming back to their respective homes in the later hours again and again and bearing the brunt of hiding a secret from the ones they love most.
The life of an Idol is a demanding one; the life of a Hunter even more so. As such Celineâs nights are typically filled with variety shows and demonic onslaughts, to-do lists and Honmoon tears, demands and danger.
Tonight is not one of those nights.
Up here, on the roof of the apartment building, all she has to worry about are silly âwould you ratherâ questions. Or maybe not so sillyâŠ
crescendo, take me up by illuminatedbythelightofmylaptop
Polytrix, Teacher AU
Zoey absolutely adores the siblings in her class. She's not supposed to have favorites. She tries really hard not too. She was absolutely the kid that the teachers depised or loved, and most hated her. She'd watched with jealousy as teachers cooed over students that did not deserve the special treatment. She's grown up since then, obviously.
But Derpy and Sussie are just so fucking cute that she can't.
OR
When Zoey gets protective over her adorable students, she runs into their very hot (lesbian!) parents and somehow ends up going home with them.
Lies have always been apart of Celine's life, to herself, the one's she's loved and lost. A self loathing she could never shake, a vicious cycle she wants to break, becomes her legacy.
I Just Wanna Stay In Your Lavender Haze by ineffablesaltflower
Zoeystery, holiday fluff, comfort/angst
Somewhere between first dates, late night tea sessions and christmas cookie baking, Zoey and Mystery are trying to figure out what it means to be finally together. To be loved the way they are, with all their lost memories and memories too vivid. Mystery learns about the christmas costum of presents and has an idea, while Zoey thinks she has the perfect idea to stop memories from getting lost. And then there's the little fact that to the public they are still Idols.
I'm bad at summaries, I promise it's cute and soft, sprinkled with a tiny bit of angst inbetween.
Rumi had speculated the ramifications of her patterns being exposed for her entire life- mostly in a very Negative sense -but it took meeting one young fan to realize there was one scenario she had never considered:
Our Halloween prompt event has finished! All the fics and pieces can be found in our collection: KPDH Halloween Prompt Exchange! on ao3! A secondary release will happen in the middle of November.Â
Our masterpost can be found below.
Black Cat by cloudyhymns for ineffablesaltflower | Zoeystry, Polytrix
Zoey, Mystery, one (1) Jackson Wang costume party, and the coziness of life after.
A Better Leash by magicbystarlight for BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose | Baby x Reader
After a lifetime of fear, you decide to fight back.
Chocolate Cake With Orange Buttercream by Dastupid for illuminatedbythelightofmylaptop | Miromabby, Zoeystry
Abby had decided to give himself the best birthday present he could ever hope for, the words 'yes' spoken to him by his two lovers after he got down on one knee and asked them for their hands in marriage. Everything was planned perfectly; his friends would be there to congratulate them, not too public, perfectly orchestrated so that everything would be just right, but he hadn't accounted for the superstitions of bad luck that brought with it the downfall of his perfect plan.
Monster Mash by Emmaducklingsaviour for cloudyhymns | Polytrix, WIP
Rumi and Jinu just want everyone to get along, so they decide a collab is the best approach, but the rest of the members of Huntrix and the Saja Boys are reluctant as they head into a music video shoot. Angst and shenanigans are afoot on this Halloween-themed set.
Halloween Solitude by ineffablesaltflower for TheyReapWhatWeSow | Polytrix
If there is one thing Zoey loves about America, then it's their Halloween celebrations. She intends to bring it in its full glory to the Huntrix Tower for their first Halloween as a couple. Mira and Rumi decide to play along because if there is one thing they love, then it's Zoey and Zoey's happiness. Even when it means to dress up in Halloween Costumes.
Just a bunch of happy polytrix domestic fluff.
Totally Not Scared by Agent_of_FANFICTION for FutatsunoMidnight | Polytrix
The girls go to a haunted house and Mira is PETRIFIED.
A Small Chicken Shop on the Street Corner by Dastupid for Artnijna | Miromabby
Mira hated dates; it never worked out for her, but she still listened to Rumi and Zoey begging her to try âjust one moreâ or âhe seems nice!â and now she was sitting alone at a fancy restaurant, dressed up like an idiot and wasting everyone's time. At least this shit show couldnât possibly get worse, at least that's what she thought until she caught sight of vibrant pink hair and bright, flashy clothes in the window of a street corner chicken shop.
I Like You As You Are by TheL1ght6 for SubukuNoJess | Polysaja
The Saja Boys interact with a young fan who does not mind their demon forms at all.
for you or just for a taste by illuminatedbythelightofmylaptop for Dastupid | Miromabby
Abby is a private chef looking for work.
Mira and Romance are stuck in a cold arranged marriage and none of the people they hire stick around too long after they unload their secret.
But... Abby's a little different.
Please check out all these wonderful works! Hope you all had a good Halloweekend!
Summary: After a lifetime of fear, you decide to fight back.
Warnings: 18+, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Dystopia, Gwi-Ma Won, Blood, Injury, Minor Character Death, Mean Baby. Minors DNI.
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: For @burdenedwithpointlesspurpose for the KDPH Fest Halloween Prompt Exchange đ
Iron cuffs chafe against your wrists chained in front of you. Concrete digs into your knees. Each movement of your shoulders has the claw marks across your back protesting at the stretch. Yeong kneels to your right with her head bowed. Strands of hair are plastered to the gash across her forehead. The bruise along her cheekbone has spread like spilled ink. To your left, Eui slumps. Mouth split and blood dried across her chin, one eye nearly sealed shut from the swelling.
Hours must have passed since they dragged you here. Since the raid.
The village was supposed to be safe. Too small, too necessary in the supply chain to decrease the population. It was an unspoken agreement that agricultural villages would go untouched by demons. Not for mercy. Demons knew nothing of that. Simple logic. Humans dying at the hands of starvation would be a waste.Â
But dusk had fallen and violet cracks that had haunted your childhood in Seoul snaked their way along the decaying road. The screams still echo in your ears. Your eyes squeeze shut trying to push out the sound, but it allows instead the vivid memory to play in the darkness.Â
Raids were common enough growing up that you knew how to survive, how to hide. But, as you ran for safety, you saw Eui fall. And a demonâred, fanged, hungry smileârushed for her. Rage burned out the fear then. A homi discarded in the chaos had fit perfectly in your grasp. And the demon had fallen so easily after a single swing sliced its neck. Eui had pushed to her feet, eyes wide on the demon as liquid seeped from beneath its twitching form. They could bleed.Â
You could make them bleed.Â
Euiâs trembling voice breaks the thought. âWhy havenât they killed us yet?â
âBecause they couldnât feed off us,â Yeong rasps. Her voice has yet to recover from the illness that had left her bed bound for a week.
âThey tried to feed off us?â You try to remember past the bloodshed, but the aftermath is hazy. Clouded by your head being slammed into the ground and the fury you hadnât taken more out before then.Â
She nods.
Teeth dig into your lips to fight back the smile.Â
âBut they could have still killed us back home, even if they didnât feed or whatever,â Eui says. The brow above her one good eye scrunches. âWhy bring us here at all?â
Yeong doesnât respond. Neither do you. You suspect it has something to do with leaving evidence of their failures behind. When demons feed, they leave nothing. No bodies to mourn. It would take days for the official death toll to be released in your district after a raid. The bright green vests of the Josawon a somber sight the morning after as they counted what remained of the districtâs population. But even that canât fully explain why youâre still alive. They could have taken you anywhere and disposed of you. Could have slit your throat instead of placing you in chains. Why havenât they?Â
The question canât hang heavy in the silence long. Multiple, dragging sets of footsteps begin faintly and grow louder with heavy breathing. Eui tenses. Yeongâs gaze stays on the floor. You lock your eyes on the rusted iron door.
It moans as it opens, hinges whining under the weight. Two demons fill the thresholdâone tall and broad with blue skin and horns, the other thin and pink with a protruding underbite. The broad one sticks behind the other, eyes darting worriedly between the three of you.
âWhich one?â the thin one asks.
The other raises a trembling hand and points at you.
The thin one moves to you immediately, crouching low enough that you smell iron and rot on his breath. He doesnât look at you as he unhooks the chains bolted into the floor, just yanks the links hard enough that your hands have to catch yourself before you crash face first into the floor. The movement tears open the fragile clots across your back. You suck in a breath through your teeth but donât make a sound.
Yeong lurches forward, her hoarse voice breaking. âWaitâdonât touch herââ
The demon turns sharp and raises their hand.
âStop!â The word scrapes through your throat like glass, but it works. Their hand pauses midair, gaze swiveling back toward you. You hold its gaze, refusing to flinch. âIâll go,â you manage, forcing calm into your tone. âIâll go.â
Eui shakes her head, chains clattering as she strains against them. âDonâtââ
But youâre already pushing to your feet, muscles screaming as you give false reassurances youâll be okay. You keep your chin high even as dizziness tugs at the edges of your vision. The thin demon grabs the chain linking your wrists and tugsâtoo hard. You stumble but catch yourself and grit your teeth through the momentary agony. The second falls lingers behind, only falling into reluctant step behind you after the thin one growls at him. You hear Yeong whisper your name, small and terrified, as the door slams shut.
The hallway beyond is cold and narrow, built of bare concrete. Water seeps from cracks along the walls. Overhead, fluorescent light strips flicker and hum. The demons donât speak. Your heart beats too fast. Too loud. You memorize the turns. Left. Then right. Another left. You repeat the pattern over and over. Left, right, left. Left, right, left. Then the moment comes as the grip on your chains loosensâsharp, reckless, electric.
You go limp first, stumbling back with a choked gasp. The demon grumbles as the chain slips from its handâand thatâs when you strike.
The demon doesnât react quickly enough. It canât dodge the chain as you swing your arms hard and it hurtles towards its face. Thereâs a wet, metallic crunch that reverberates along the wall. He howls, clawed hand clutching his jaw. It grabs for you with the other hand, claws scraping across your shoulder, but you twist, drive your knee into its gut. It doubles, wheezing. You draw your hands back in similar fashion as it had threatened Yeong and let the chain arc down across its temple. The thing crumples like wet paper.
You turn. The other demonâthe broad oneâstumbles under your fixation. One step back. Then another. Itsâ voice shakes when it says, âYouâyouâre not human.â
You donât answer. You only step toward it.
It bolts.
Youâre faster. You're on its back, chain snagging around his throat before he clears the next corner, the metal digging into the skin. You twist your wrists. It falls to the floor, choking, thrashing, wheezing. You twist more, pulling tighter. Claws scrap across the floor as it tries to drag itself away. But thereâs no escape.
When the thing is limp, you rise and return to the other body. The chains on your wrists clatter as you drop to one knee. Keys unhook easily from its belt. The first click is the sweetest sound youâve heard in hours. The second follows almost immediately, and then the weight on your wrist falls away. You stare at the raw skin itâs left behind for only a heartbeat before coiling the chain around your arm. You grip the keys between your fingers of your other hand and stand.Â
And then you run.
Left, right, left.Â
Youâll have to make a right, left, and then another right. Rusted iron door. Yeong and Eui. The first turn. You nearly slip, but catch yourself against the wall and push on. The price is a new laceration across your forearm. The second turn. You slow just enough to avoid the same collision. The third turn andâ
âyou slam straight into something.
For a split second you think itâs a wallâsolid, unmovingâbut walls donât grab you. Hands clamp around your arms before you hit the ground, cold and steady. You look up, heart hammering, and freeze.
He looks almost human. Almost. Skin tinted a blue a couple shades lighter than his hair beneath the flicker of fluorescent light, patterned faintly like smoke beneath water. A black gat casts shadows across round, deceptively soft features. His eyesâgold, flat, utterly unimpressedâdrop to the chain wrapped around your arm.
Your fist flies towards its face. It manages to avoid the impact by leaning back, but fails to account for the keys between your fingers that scrape its cheek. For one blessed heartbeat its grip loosens.
You wrench free, breath ragged, and let the chain slide loose from your forearm. It slips through your fingers like a living thing as you swing upward, aiming for the throat.
It doesnât land.
The thing is engulfed in red smoke before your strike connects. A blink later, heat presses against your back. Its arm wraps around you, pinning your arms to your sides and dragging you back against its frame. You thrash, fury ripping through your chest, but it's stronger. Its other hand clamps over your mouth to muffle your grunts..
âWhat a pathetic thing you are,â it murmurs. The calmness of itâdetached, almost boredâlights something inside you. You jerk your head sharply to the side. Its palm slips for a fraction of a secondâenough. You sink your teeth into the flesh of its hand and bite. Hard.
The taste is metallic, familiar. The demonâs hand jerks back. The sound it makes isnât painâitâs laughter. Low, startled, sliding upward into something that makes your blood run cold.
âWell, well,â it breathes and before you can twist free the world blurs and your back slams into the wall.
The pain is immediate and brutal. Your wounds rip open where the concrete scrapes them raw. Warm blood seeps through the already tattered fabric at your back. Itâs already leaning in as you gasp, one arm braced beside your head and the other holding your jaw. Its thumb drags across your lower lip, smearing a streak of his own blood. A grin unfurls, slow and sharp, across its face.
âSomeone forgot to muzzle their pet, it seems.âÂ
You try to drive your knee up into its stomach, but he catches your thigh before it lands. The pressure of the thingâs hand is deceptively light, though the threat beneath it isnât. Before you can wrench free, the sound of shuffling feet cuts through the tension.Â
The thinner demon stumbles into view, pink skin streaked dark with blood, one of his horns cracked clean down the middle. It gasps when it sees you. âBâbe careful, Baby,â it wheezes, words catching on a mouthful of blood. âSheâshe killed Jahongââ
The demonâBabyâdoesnât take its eyes off you. âDid she now?â
The thin demon nods frantically. âStrangled him. With the chains. And outside of one of the worker districts, they killed eight ofââ
âThey?â Baby interrupts, the word soft but cutting. Its hand tightens slightly where it grips your jaw, dragging your gaze up to meet it. âThere are more of you?â
The thin one hesitates before pointing behind Baby. âTwo more. In there.â It swallows hard. âWeâre supposed to question them.â The demonâs voice drops lower, nervous. âWe couldnât take their souls. All three of them. Theyâsomethingâs wrong with them.â
That earns a low hum from Baby. âCouldnât take their souls,â he repeats, as if tasting the words. Its eyes drop to you again, scanning your face. âInteresting.â
âTheyâre dangerous,â the thin demon presses. âHer especially. We think she might be a hunter.â
That draws a sharp laugh out of Baby. A sound born of genuine delight. It releases your jaw and leans back slightly, studying you from head to toe with mock reverence. âA hunter?â It gestures lazily with one clawed hand. âThis bleeding, trembling thing?â
The thinner demonâs mouth works uselessly. âButâsheââ
âTell me,â Baby cuts in, tone as light as a sigh, âwhat would a hunter be doing chained in this hallway, covered in her own blood, if she were truly what you claim?â His gaze narrows. âNo. Hunters sing when they fight. Do you hear singing, Gwang?â
The thin demon shakes its head quickly. âNo, sir.â
âThen sheâs not a hunter. There hasnât been hunters in over two decades.â Babyâs smile sharpens. âSheâs just wild.â It takes a deliberate step closer, crowding you against the wall. The space between you vanishes until the air itself feels too thick to breathe. âYouâve caused quite the mess, havenât you?â it says softly, lips against your ear. âNine dead.â
The thinner demonâGwangâtakes a nervous half-step forward. âSir, I can take her for questioning nowââ
Baby cuts him a look that freezes him mid-sentence. âQuestioning?â Baby sounds amused again, almost pitying. âThereâs no point in asking a feral dog why it bites.â
Gwang swallows hard. âWhâwhat should we do with her?â
Baby turns its head slowly toward you again, eyes gleaming gold. âWe?â Its smile chills your rage to something less certain. âThere is no we. Sheâs mine now.â
You blink, not understanding at first.
âBâbut sh-she killedââ Gwang stammers.
âI wonder what Gwi-Ma would have to say,â Baby muses idly, âabout your inability to handle one half-dead human.â Its tone turns languid, cruel. âEven if she bites.â
Gwang flinches. âSirââ
âLeave,â Baby orders, the word sharp as a scath.
The thinner demon doesnât hesitate. It staggers backward down the hall, half-tripping over its own feet in its rush to escape. The sound of its retreat fades into the hum of the flickering lights, leaving only the two of you and the steady drip of water somewhere in the distance.
For a long, unbearable moment, it simply stares at you.
Then Baby exhales softly, the tension leaving it in a ripple you can feel through the air. Its expression smooths back into something cold, deliberate. âYouâve made an impression, little thing,â it says finally. Its fingers ghost down your arm until they find the chain still hanging loose at your elbow. âIâll have to find you a better leash.â
