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Wednesday -
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Omen of the Black Horizon
Prologue.....
(Coming soon)
Omen of the Black Horizon
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Got bored and rewatching season 2 of Wednesday for the millionth time today, idk if I should continue
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Prologue
The sky that evening sagged low and heavy, painted in the sort of gray that looked less like weather and more like mourning. Wednesday Addams wandered the woods beyond the family mansion, each step measured, deliberate, her shoes crunching against dead leaves like tiny bones snapping. She hadn’t set out to find anything—she rarely did. The most curious things always seemed to find her.
A sharp, wounded cry cut through the silence. It wasn’t human, though it carried the same dreadful urgency as a scream. Wednesday froze, tilting her head slightly, listening. The sound came again, raw and thin, from the roots of an ancient oak tree twisted into a perpetual scowl.
There, tangled among the gnarled roots, lay a creature small enough to be pitied but strange enough to be respected. A fledgling eagle. Its feathers were pale brown streaked with darker shades, almost like shadows painted across its body. But it wasn’t the coloring that drew Wednesday in—it was the eyes. Six of them, impossibly aligned in a perfect unnatural symmetry. The eagle blinked at her with a defiant will, refusing to surrender even though one of its wings hung limply from the fall.
Wednesday crouched low, her braids dangling like nooses. She regarded the bird as one might regard a promising weapon: broken, but full of potential.
“You’ve fallen,” she murmured. “How tragic. How exquisite.”
The eagle flapped its underdeveloped wings weakly, producing only a pitiful stir of air.
Behind her, Pugsley stumbled through the trees, his hands suspiciously smeared with soot and holding something that definitely looked like it had once been a lit stick of dynamite. His round face lit up when he saw the bird.
“Wednesday! It’s got… extra eyes! That’s so cool. Can we keep it? Please?”
Wednesday arched a brow at her half-witted brother. “It is broken, therefore it belongs with us.”
Pugsley’s grin spread, wide and toothy. “Then it needs a name! Hmm… Acorn! Because we found it under the oak tree!”
The eagle gave a feeble screech, as though mocking the suggestion. Wednesday neither approved nor disapproved. Names mattered little; what one became mattered far more.
By the time the siblings returned to the mansion with their prize, dusk had fallen. The gates of the rotting Addams estate groaned open like a coffin lid, and the house itself loomed ahead, welcoming them back with its comforting space of dread.
Inside, Morticia sat by the parlor window, draped in her flowing black gown as though darkness itself had chosen a bride. Gomez lounged nearby, fencing foil in one hand, cigar in the other, grinning at his wife the way a condemned man might grin at his executioner.
When Wednesday stepped into the room, clutching the bird, both parents turned.
“My little viper,” Morticia said, rising gracefully. Her pale hands folded over one another as her black eyes narrowed in curiosity. “What unfortunate soul have you dragged home to perish beneath our roof?”
“An eagle,” Wednesday replied flatly. “It fell. It is maimed. It is mine.”
The fledgling squawked, the six eyes blinking nervously under Morticia’s unyielding gaze.
Morticia tilted her head. “Six eyes… how wonderfully revolting.” She caressed the bird’s misshapen wing with one long, pale finger. “A creature destined for tragedy. How perfect for you, cara mia.”
Gomez bounded forward with all the enthusiasm of a man greeting an old friend. “Monstrous! Splendid! A beast with too many eyes and not enough sense! Truly, it was fated to find its way to us.” He twirled his fencing foil dramatically before tossing it aside. “You’ve outdone yourself, my little tempest.”
Pugsley nearly bounced in place. “Her name’s Acorn!”
“Acorn,” Morticia repeated, letting the name linger on her tongue like a poison she found strangely palatable. “So small now… yet oaks grow tall. Perhaps this little horror will too.”
Wednesday gazed at the eagle, her expression unreadable. “She will not remain small. I can feel it.”
Gomez clapped his hands together, laughing in delight. “Magnificent! Imagine the chaos when she grows! The neighbors will be terrified! The postman will flee in terror! Cara mia, perhaps we should prepare a perch atop the mansion roof—something worthy of her grandeur.”
Morticia’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Yes. Let her nest where the lightning strikes.”
And so Acorn, frail and trembling though she was, was carried into the fold of the Addams family. She was fed strange delicacies Pugsley insisted were “experiments,” comforted by Wednesday’s silent vigil, and lulled to sleep by Gomez’s manic guitar strums and Morticia’s soft lullabies that spoke of death and eternity.
No one outside the Addams family could have predicted what Acorn would become. But Wednesday knew—she always knew. What begins broken does not always stay that way. Sometimes, it grows into something vast, fearsome, and extraordinary.
Acorn would not simply live. She would eclipse.
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Backstage Ruin
The greenroom hummed with noise. Huntrix’s staff scurried through the narrow backstage corridors, headsets on, clipboards in hand, their voices drowned by the crowd’s roar bleeding through the walls. The concert was minutes away, tension high, but Zoey sat in front of the makeup mirror, eyes darting at her reflection — and at you behind her.
You leaned lazily against the wall, arms crossed, towering presence calm as ever. That shameless little grin was already tugging at your lips.
Zoey felt your eyes on her and shifted in her chair, fiddling with the edge of her cargo pants. Not now, she thought. Not here.
But the problem was, with you, “not now” never existed.
You walked up behind her, slow and deliberate, hands sliding down her shoulders. “Nervous?” you murmured, your voice low enough to make her thighs press together under the table.
She shook her head quickly, refusing to meet your eyes in the mirror. “N-no… just… focus, we go on in ten minutes—”
Your hands dropped lower, fingers brushing against the sequins at her waist, then resting firmly on her hips. “Ten minutes is plenty of time,” you purred, leaning close so your lips brushed the shell of her ear.
Zoey bit her lip, already flustered, her heart thumping. “You’re insane… we can’t… here—”
You didn’t even let her finish. One hand slid boldly up her inner thigh, and she gasped, gripping the edge of the table. “Y/n—”
Her voice cracked, equal parts warning and plea.
“Shhh,” you hushed her, kissing the side of her neck. “Nobody’s coming in right now. And even if they do… let them see who you belong to.”
Her breath hitched. That shameless confidence of yours always tore down her protests.
You turned her chair slightly, pulling her legs apart just enough to slip your knee between them. Her stage skirt rode up instantly, revealing just how little she wore underneath. Your grin widened. “Knew you’d make this easy for me.”
Zoey whined softly, face flushed crimson. “We’re… we’re seriously doing this right before the stage?”
You knelt down between her legs without a word, tugging her panties aside, your breath ghosting over her already-wet heat. She slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a desperate moan.
The gleaming stage lights shined faintly through the cracks. The crowd was chanting Huntrix’s name.
You smirked up at her, eyes dark with hunger. “Guess I’ll have to be quick…”
And then you dove in.
Your tongue slid against her folds with shameless hunger, circling her clit before sucking it into your mouth. Zoey’s back arched against the chair, her free hand flying to your hair, tugging hard to ground herself. Her muffled moan cracked into a whimper.
“Y/n… oh god—”
The room spun for her. The risk, the timing, the way you devoured her without hesitation — it was too much. Her thighs trembled, trying to squeeze shut around your head, but you only pressed harder, greedy for her taste.
“Fuck, fuck—” she whispered, nails digging into the armrest.
Your tongue traced ruthless circles, switching to slow, deliberate strokes that dragged her closer to the edge. You pulled back just long enough to growl against her dripping heat: “Louder, Zoey. I want the whole staff to know how good I make you feel.”
She shook her head desperately, tears pricking her eyes from how overwhelming it was. “No—someone will h-hear—ahh!”
You sucked her clit hard, and she bit down on her fist to keep from screaming. Her legs shook violently, the chair squeaking beneath her as she came undone — and you didn’t stop.
Your shameless tongue worked her through the orgasm, lapping up every drop, forcing her to ride the high until her thighs were trembling uncontrollably.
Zoey slumped back in the chair, panting, makeup slightly smudged, her chest heaving under her crop top.
You licked your lips slowly, standing tall again, towering over her flushed, wrecked form. Your hand cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at you.
“Now,” you whispered, smirking as you wiped her slick off your mouth with your thumb. “Go out there and perform. But don’t forget who you’re singing for.”
Her face burned hotter than the stage lights ever could. She nodded, weak, submissive, utterly ruined — and still trembling with the aftershocks as the stage manager banged on the door, shouting,
“Huntrix! Two minutes!”
You grinned. Perfect timing.
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Mira x Y/n
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“Wrapped in You”
The dorm was unusually quiet. Rain drummed gently against the windows, the kind of soft drizzle that made the world outside feel muted and far away. Inside, Mira had curled herself into the couch, a blanket cocooned around her shoulders, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone.
You stepped in from your room with two mugs of hot chocolate, the sweet smell of marshmallows rising in the steam. Mira’s head immediately lifted, her eyes softening when she saw you.
“You made this?” she asked, already reaching to take a cup.
You nodded, cheeks warming when her fingers brushed yours as she accepted it. “Thought you might need it. You’ve been… quiet all day.”
Her lips curved into a small smile. “You always notice.” She sipped, closing her eyes with a content sigh. “Perfect. Just the right sweetness. Just like you.”
The teasing lilt in her voice made your heart skip. Mira didn’t flirt often—at least not so openly—but when she did, it left you flustered. You tucked yourself beside her on the couch, blanket half-draped over your shoulders now. Without asking, she leaned into you, letting her head rest on your shoulder.
For a while, there was only the sound of rain and the quiet rhythm of your breathing together. You felt her warmth seeping through, grounding you, making the world feel smaller, softer.
“You know,” Mira whispered after a while, her voice low, “I feel safest like this. With you.”
Your chest tightened. “Safe?”
She nodded, eyes still closed. “Like I can let go. No cameras, no expectations, no stage lights. Just… you.”
You hesitated, then carefully laced your fingers with hers under the blanket. She squeezed back, wordless but sure. The silence after wasn’t awkward; it was heavy with unspoken meaning, with closeness.
Minutes slipped by. Mira stirred, tilting her head to look at you. Her eyes were dark and soft, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t. Instead, she leaned up slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. You didn’t.
The kiss was featherlight, tentative at first—so gentle you almost thought you’d imagined it. Then Mira pressed in a little more, her hand cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. You melted into it, heart hammering.
When she pulled back, her forehead rested against yours. She giggled softly. “You’re red.”
“You kissed me,” you whispered, still stunned.
“You kissed me back,” she teased, eyes twinkling.
You were about to protest when she shifted, climbing into your lap with the blanket pooling around you both. The move startled you, but she was already curling into you, straddling your thighs, her arms looped around your neck.
“Too much?” she murmured, studying your expression.
You shook your head quickly. “Never.”
Her lips met yours again, slower this time, savoring. Her fingers traced the back of your neck, sending little sparks down your spine. It wasn’t heated—it was tender, almost reverent. A sprinkle of passion woven into a cocoon of affection.
She broke the kiss only to nuzzle against your throat, leaving a soft trail of warmth there. Your breath hitched, but she didn’t push further—just nestled herself into the crook of your neck, humming.
“I just wanted to be close,” she whispered.
You tightened your arms around her, rocking slightly, as though you could shield her from the rain and the world outside. “Stay as close as you want.”
And so she did—wrapped up in you, hearts beating in sync, the night stretching long and sweet.
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Stardew valley
Haley:
> Golden Hour
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Wednesday
ARRHHH why why why. I was trying make a different navigation but instead I deleted the Contents of Rumi in my masterlist!!!
For a Moment I need to fix this problem even tho its almost 10 pm at my place💀
Since Haley's the Champion👀
Haley x Gn!Reader
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Alright — here’s a Haley x gn!reader Stardew Valley piece, soft and slice-of-life, keeping it warm and in-character for her.
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☀ Haley x gn!Reader – “Golden Hour”
The air in Pelican Town smelled like sun-warmed grass and the faint sweetness of your latest batch of fresh strawberries. You’d been helping Haley set up a little impromptu picnic near the edge of Cindersap Forest — something she insisted on doing because “The light’s perfect today and I refuse to waste it.”
She was laying out the checkered blanket while you fumbled with a jar of lemonade.
“You know,” Haley began, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear, “before I met you, I never thought I’d actually enjoy this kind of thing. Bugs, grass stains, no outlets for my camera charger—total nightmare.”
You raised a brow, setting the lemonade down. “And now?”
Her lips curled into a half-smile. “Now I kinda like it. Mostly because you’re here… and because you’re carrying all the heavy stuff.” She nudged you with her shoulder, eyes glinting playfully.
You laughed, leaning back on your elbows. “I think I’m just here for free snacks.”
Haley rolled her eyes, but then her voice softened. “You’re here because I asked you to be. And because I like the way you look when the sun hits you just right.”
You didn’t have a comeback for that — mostly because your heart had done a little somersault.
She caught your silence and smirked knowingly. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
You took a slow sip of lemonade, hiding a smile. “Guess the light’s perfect for both of us.”
For a moment, neither of you said anything — the sound of the wind through the trees and the distant call of a woodpecker filling the quiet. Haley leaned back beside you, close enough for your shoulders to touch, and you stayed like that until the sun dipped lower, painting the world in gold.
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Hello, everyone
You might be confused abt why I haven't posted any one-shot abt kdh, Its because ive been playing smth called Stardew Valley.
And I was thinking... mhmm what if I can create my own Stardew Valley mod, so I've been working, and learning abt what canon sdv characters attitude, personality, sprites, portraits and etc. Etc.
And i was wondering does my readers play or have heard abt stardew valley, and I was debating on whether or not I should make sdv one-shot.
So what y'all think?
Yes ive heard SDV and would love to read some one-shots
No, I don't know what is SDV
Dancing together with mira x reader please
Fluffy I must say, and here's your meal, my devotee
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"One Step Closer"
Mira x Reader (Fem!Reader, Fluff)
The lights in the practice room were dimmed now, casting soft golden glows across the walls. Mira was sitting on the wooden floor, her back leaning against the mirror, sweat-damp bangs clinging to her forehead. She looked calm—calmer than you’d seen her all day. Her eyes met yours through the mirror, and she smiled lazily.
You had come to visit Huntrix’s studio after a long day of work, hoping to drop off some snacks and maybe steal a few minutes with Mira. But now, seeing her here—tired, quiet, and alone—you didn’t want to leave.
“You’re still here?” she asked, her voice light and teasing. “Thought you’d run home by now.”
You shook your head with a small smile. “Wanted to see you finish your routine.”
Mira raised a brow, then gave a little hum, standing up slowly. Her limbs moved like liquid, even when exhausted—graceful, confident, beautiful. She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and walked toward the speaker, fiddling with her phone before a soft, romantic tune began to play.
It wasn’t one of Huntrix’s high-energy tracks. This one was slow. Dreamy.
“Dance with me,” she said, offering you her hand.
Your brain stumbled.
“I—I can’t dance,” you laughed nervously, eyes wide. “You’re… you’re Mira. And I’m… clumsy.”
She stepped closer, not withdrawing her hand.
“I’ll lead.”
You looked into her eyes and felt yourself nod.
You stood up hesitantly, your hand finding hers. Her palm was warm. Steady.
Gently, she pulled you into the open space of the practice floor. One of her hands rested lightly at your waist, the other interlaced with yours. You were hyper-aware of every point of contact, every breath, every tiny motion. Mira’s presence was magnetic, but never overwhelming.
“Just follow me,” she whispered.
And so, you did.
She began swaying slowly to the rhythm, guiding you one step at a time. Your movements were a little awkward at first, stiff and unsure—but she never made fun of you. She just watched you. Smiled at you. Her hand occasionally squeezed yours, like a silent encouragement.
“See? You’re doing fine.”
“You’re just making it look easy,” you murmured, shyly looking down.
Mira lifted her chin slightly, brushing her forehead against yours for a heartbeat. “I make everything look easy.”
You laughed at her smugness—and stumbled a little. Mira caught you with a soft laugh, arms tightening gently around you to steady your balance. You were suddenly aware of how close you’d gotten, chests brushing every time you swayed together.
The music wrapped around the two of you like a blanket, dimming the rest of the world. It felt like you were dancing alone in a dream. Mira’s gaze was soft now, not playful. Not teasing. Just… gentle.
She leaned in, her lips near your ear. “You know… I don’t usually do this with anyone.”
“What, slow dance?”
“No,” she said quietly. “Be soft.”
You blinked, surprised. Mira was confident, flirty, sometimes a little cocky—but now she looked… vulnerable.
“I’m always performing,” she whispered. “Always being what people expect. But you… you make me want to pause. Just breathe.”
Your breath caught in your throat.
The music played on, but neither of you moved for a moment. Her hand slid from your waist to rest over your lower back, drawing you just a little closer. You didn’t resist.
Her eyes flickered to your lips.
“Mira,” you whispered.
She didn’t kiss you.
Not yet.
She just smiled, and continued swaying to the music, forehead gently resting against yours again. Her lashes fluttered closed. You mirrored her.
The rest of the dance was silent.
But your hearts said everything.
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END
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Can I ask a request with Rumi x demon!fem!reader
where Rumi realizes that someone is missing someone in the group, (she and reader are dating already) So she decided to adopt a newborn baby without the reader's consent, knowing that Rumi is the one in charge of the relationship despite being the shortest and calmest.
- 🧸Anon🩵
Good tea🍵 , 🧸Anon🩵, even tho I don't know how babies work so I had to Google it myself, very surprising, anyways here is your oneshot about demon reader x rumi
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✦ “The Missing Piece Was You” ✦
Rumi x Demon!Fem!Reader | Established Relationship | Soft Dom Rumi | Emotional with light angst and soft resolution
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You knew something was off the moment you stepped through the dorm doors.
The air smelled different—warmer. Softer. Not in the usual way when Rumi lit a new candle or when Mira and Zoey left half-burnt incense lying around after their dance practices. This was new. Strange. And oddly... comforting?
Your claws twitched slightly, tapping against your thigh through your sweatpants as you kicked off your boots and scanned the quiet living room. No sign of the girls. No K-drama reruns playing. No Mira screaming from the kitchen. No Zoey laying across the couch like she owned the place.
But there was a faint sound. High-pitched. Like a sigh... or a coo.
And then you smelled it.
Milk.
You stiffened, demon senses sharpening. It wasn’t spilled milk or cereal. It was baby milk.
Your jaw clenched.
“Rumi?”
No answer. You made your way down the hallway with a heavy step, dread curling like smoke in your gut.
The bedroom door was open just enough.
You saw her back first—small, straight, calm. Clad in a white oversized hoodie that swallowed her frame, silver hair up in a loose bun.
And in her arms...
“…Rumi.” Your voice dropped an octave. “What. Is. That.”
She didn’t even flinch.
Her head tilted slightly, soft lavender eyes meeting yours with the gentlest, most unwavering calm.
“A baby,” she said, as if announcing what kind of tea she’d made. “Ours.”
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You didn’t speak for a good five seconds.
Rumi stood there, swaying lightly with the newborn in her arms. The little one was wrapped in pale yellow blankets, impossibly small. She let out a tiny hiccup and nestled closer into Rumi’s chest.
Yours clenched.
“Ours?” you echoed, voice tight. “You adopted a baby—a human baby—without even telling me?”
Rumi’s expression didn’t change. “Yes.”
“Rumi.”
“She needed someone. And we had space.”
Your demon tail thrashed behind you in restrained frustration. “That’s not the point! You made a huge decision without even asking me. We’re partners. You can’t just—”
“I can,” she interrupted softly, but there was weight in her tone. Command. Authority. That terrifying calm you could never quite win against.
“You’re stronger. Taller. You can snap a grown man in half with one hand,” she continued, rocking the baby slightly as if this were a lullaby conversation. “But I’m the one who knows us.”
That stopped you cold.
“I’m the one who noticed the way you’ve been acting lately,” Rumi murmured, gaze still fixed on the baby. “The late-night walks. The way you stare at empty cribs in mall windows. The way you linger when you pass by the toy section for too long. You kept saying something felt off. Something was missing.”
She looked up.
“And I realized it wasn’t something. It was someone.”
Your jaw tightened, fangs just peeking from your bottom lip. You wanted to deny it. You wanted to be mad.
But the knot in your chest said otherwise.
“…You should’ve still told me,” you said, voice hoarse.
“I knew you’d panic,” she replied. “You’d say no. Not because you didn’t want this—but because you think you’re too dangerous. Too demonic. Too much.”
She stepped toward you, gently. Barefoot. Cradling that impossibly small life in her arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“But I trust you. More than you trust yourself.”
You stared at her. At the baby.
It had your breath caught in your throat. She was… tiny. A girl. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and she had a tuft of dark brown hair. She yawned in her sleep, unaware of the weight her presence now brought.
And Rumi just stood there—barely even reachingyour neck, calm as ever, daring you with her silence.
“Do you even know how to take care of a baby?” you rasped.
“No,” Rumi replied simply. “But we’ll learn.”
“…Is she even legal—?”
“Her name is Nari.” She stepped closer. “She was left at the hospital steps. No one claimed her. I signed everything. She’s officially mine.”
Then Rumi tilted her head.
“Ours.”
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You swallowed thickly.
Part of you wanted to walk out. Slam a door. Growl. Fly somewhere far, far away and scream into the sky.
But the demon inside you—the raging, powerful, brutal part of you—wasn’t the one that twitched right now.
It was the woman. The mate.
The one who loved Rumi so much it hurt sometimes.
And when Rumi walked over and gently guided your arms up, placing the sleeping bundle against your chest—
—you didn’t resist.
The baby was warm. Fragile. You had never in your life held anything so breakable.
“Support her head,” Rumi said quietly, adjusting your grip. Her hands were gentle but firm. Teaching. Leading.
You looked down. The baby sighed in her sleep. Her tiny hand curled instinctively against your shirt.
“…She smells like you already,” you whispered.
Rumi let out a tiny chuckle, stepping close. She leaned her head against your bicep, sighing contentedly. “I’ve been sleeping with her tucked into my hoodie all week.”
“You’re insane.”
“I know.”
There was a long pause. Then:
“…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she murmured. “But I knew this would scare you. I just didn’t want you to shut down. You always protect me. Let me protect you this time.”
You clenched your jaw.
Then slowly, gently, you leaned into her—resting your forehead against hers.
“Just don’t ever do this again without telling me,” you said, voice trembling.
She nodded.
You glanced down at Nari. “She’s… kind of cute.”
“She’s our cute,” Rumi said firmly.
You gave a breathless laugh.
“I swear, you’re the devil between us.”
“No,” Rumi said with a small smile, “you are.”
You let out a long, slow breath. Your body, usually coiled with tension, softened slightly.
You were a demon. You had torn men apart in wars and nightmares. You had fire in your veins and shadows in your soul.
But right now?
Right now, you were just someone holding your daughter.
And Rumi—quiet, small, and calm—was the only person in the world who could make that feel right.
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What about Omega!zoey x Tall Alpha!fem!reader soloist idol?
Like Zoey was talking to Mira and Rumi telling them that if she ran and jump the reader would catch her in her arms and with that said she ran towards the reader who was drinking bobba tea and when she noticed Zoey running towards her she easily caught her with one arm and kissing her forehead the reader said "what's up my pretty princess?" And Zoey was giggle happily with her face hidden in her alpha's neck.
•🌈anon.
Goddamnn, Muscle mommy type shi- anyways here is your meal 😋
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Anything You Need, My Goddess?
Pairing: Omega!Zoey x Tall Alpha!Fem!Reader (Soloist Idol) Rating: SFW | Fluff | Soft Alpha Dynamics
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The afternoon sunlight streamed through the dance studio’s wide windows, casting golden rays on the polished floor where Huntrix had just wrapped up their final rehearsal. Zoey was practically buzzing, her energy barely contained as she wiped the sweat from her brow with the sleeve of her cropped hoodie.
Rumi leaned against the mirror, towel draped around her neck, and Mira was crouched near her water bottle, stretching her legs out and humming to herself. But Zoey? Zoey had her eyes glued to the glass doors that led to the building’s lounge area—where you stood.
You. The famous soloist idol who stole hearts not just with talent, but with a casual swagger and calm, almost stoic presence. You were tall—intimidatingly so—with a powerful frame that could command a stage with a glance. Yet, when it came to Zoey, you were the definition of soft. Zoey knew it. So did Mira and Rumi.
Zoey’s lips curled into a giddy smile. "You guys don’t believe me, huh?"
Mira didn’t look up. "Believe what?"
"That if I ran at her right now—full sprint—she’d catch me. One arm. No flinch."
Rumi blinked. "...While she’s drinking her boba?"
"Especially while she’s drinking her boba," Zoey said with a twinkle in her eye.
Mira snorted. "You’ll end up with pearls in your mouth, and not the kind you like."
"Wanna bet?"
Before either could stop her, Zoey was already running.
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You were leaning casually against the wall, sipping on a taro milk tea, your hair still damp from your morning performance. You were scrolling through a schedule on your phone, earbuds in, half-tuned out from the world.
That was until you felt a shift. A presence. A very specific chaos-speed approaching from the left.
You didn’t even blink.
As Zoey launched herself into the air like an excited puppy, you caught her effortlessly—your boba in one hand, her waist in the other. No tea was spilled. Not even a drop.
Zoey squealed into your neck, her arms instantly wrapping around you.
You pressed a kiss to her forehead and murmured, voice low and smooth, "What’s up, my pretty princess?"
Zoey giggled, cheeks flushed with joy, her face tucked neatly against your neck as if she was burrowing there.
"Told them you’d catch me," she whispered.
Behind her, Mira and Rumi stood at the entrance, jaws slack.
"Holy—" Mira said.
Rumi folded her arms. "She didn’t even break stride."
You casually took another sip from your drink, cradling Zoey as if she weighed nothing.
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[Section 2: Back in the Dorm]
The moment you stepped into the dorm that Huntrix shared, Zoey was still clinging to your side. You let her. Her scent—sweet with a hint of chamomile—was grounding. Familiar.
Mira rolled her eyes and plopped onto the couch. "You’re just going to carry her around all day now, huh?"
"I like it up here," Zoey murmured. "She’s warm."
You chuckled, tossing your hoodie over the back of a chair and settling down, Zoey still curled in your lap.
"Besides," you added, "She’s my mate."
That word made Zoey squirm with visible joy, face hidden behind your collar.
Mira waved a hand dramatically. "Ugh, get a room."
Rumi chuckled as she brought in tea for everyone. "You’re the one who said she wouldn’t catch her. Admit it—you’re just jealous."
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[Section 3: The Next Morning – Early Schedule & Comfort]
You had an early radio appearance, but even as you left, you didn’t let Zoey go without brushing your lips against her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open sleepily from the bunk, murmuring, "Be safe, Alpha…"
"Always, pretty princess."
By the time you returned, exhausted but accomplished, Zoey had left small sticky notes in your shared room:
"I made sure your charger’s plugged in!"
"Don’t forget to drink water! <3"
"Come to bed soon, I miss you…"
You stood there, overwhelmed by affection.
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[Section 4: Interview Day – Going Public]
Later that week, the buzz around the idol community was about you. Not for your new single—but because of the trending clip of Zoey leaping into your arms, and your completely unfazed reaction.
The caption: "Soloist Y/N catches Huntrix’s Zoey midair like a true Alpha."
You’d both trended overnight.
When asked in your interview, you just smiled coolly. "She jumps, I catch. That’s just how it works."
Meanwhile, Zoey was covering her burning face on live Vlive. "She makes it look so easy, it’s not fair."
Rumi, off camera: "It’s because she trains with weights heavier than you."
Mira: "And yet Zoey’s the one who brings her to her knees."
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[Section 5: Intimacy & Cuddles]
That evening, curled in bed, you ran your fingers through Zoey’s hair. She murmured, "You make me feel so safe, Alpha."
Your heart swelled at that. You tilted her chin and pressed a kiss to her temple.
"I was made to protect you."
"...And catch me?"
"Always."
Zoey snuggled into your arms, already dreaming.
You whispered, "What’s up, my pretty princess?"
And even in her sleep, she giggled.
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[End]
Hey if it's not too much trouble I can make a request for Omega!rumi x Alpha!fem!reader half-demom soloist idol?.
The reader got a new puppy (a German Shepherd) which she named Ragnar who was 4 months old and she sent photos of him to Rumi and told her that she recently adopted him and Rumi with a happy smile looked at her phone while talking to the reader and Mira and Zoey noticing this playfully began to bother Rumi.
•🌈anon.
I love dogs, so making this is a fun time for me!😊
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“His name’s Ragnar.”
You typed the message with a small grin tugging at your lips, attaching a few photos you’d just taken of the squirmy little German Shepherd puppy nestled into the crook of your arm. One shot had Ragnar tilting his head with big, curious eyes; another had his tongue flopping out mid-yawn. And the last one… well, the last one had him asleep, curled up between your legs while you were trying to write lyrics.
You hit send and leaned back on the couch, scratching Ragnar gently behind his ear. “Good boy,” you murmured. “Let’s see how much chaos you’re gonna cause.”
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Meanwhile at Huntrix's shared dorm…
Rumi was curled up on the couch, her hair slightly tousled and her oversized shirt sliding off one shoulder. She hadn’t planned on checking her phone just yet—it was supposed to be a screen-free evening—but a buzz pulled her eyes to the screen.
And just like that, her entire face lit up.
“Oh my god…” she breathed, a dopey smile curling on her lips as she tapped open the images you sent.
Mira, ever eagle-eyed, noticed immediately. “Uh oh,” she whispered dramatically, elbowing Zoey, who was passing by with a protein shake.
“What?” Zoey asked, turning.
“Rumi’s smiling like someone just proposed to her.” Mira leaned closer to peek at Rumi’s screen, then gasped. “Wait—is that a puppy?”
Rumi didn't even try to hide it. She turned the phone around proudly. "Look! She got a puppy. His name’s Ragnar.”
Zoey leaned over and made an obnoxiously exaggerated awww sound. “Oh no. It’s happening.”
“What is?” Rumi asked, suspicious.
“You’re gonna get hit with full-blown mate instincts,” Mira teased, reaching for Rumi’s phone. “Next thing you know, you'll be building a nursery for a dog and asking her what breed of collar matches Ragnar's eyes.”
Rumi snatched her phone back, her cheeks dusted pink. “It’s just a puppy!”
“It’s her puppy,” Zoey added, sing-songing. “Your mate just got a baby! A four-month-old, chaos-inducing, alpha-scented baby.”
Rumi gave a warning growl, but it lacked any real bite. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard before she finally gave in and texted you back:
Rumi 🐾: He's perfect. Can I meet him?
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Back at your place, your phone buzzed.
Ragnar had just stolen your sock and was chewing it under the table.
You chuckled softly to yourself.
You: He likes omegas. You’ll get along great. 😏
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Back in the Huntrix dorm, Rumi’s phone lit up again—and this time she let out the smallest, breathy little laugh.
Mira blinked. “...Whoa.”
“What?” Zoey asked.
“I think we just witnessed it.”
Zoey tilted her head. “Witnessed what?”
Mira grinned wide. “The moment she fell even harder.”
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End.
Omega!rumi x Alpha!fem!reader half-demom soloist idol.
They both were sitting on the top of a roof while rumi with one of the sleeves of her hoodie pulled up while telling the reader that all her life she had to hide her demon patterns, she always had to keep them hidden because celine always told her that no one would accept that part of her and how insecure she felt about her patterns and the reader looked at her sadly to take her hand and kiss the patterns on her arm saying how much beautiful they were and how much she liked them.
P.S: I hope you are resting very well, don't forget to drink plenty of water, sleep a lot and stay in good health.
•🌈anon.
Thanks for asking, and I've been getting better lately, taking care of my body lately 🌈Anon
And here's your idea.
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❝Patterns in Moonlight❞
The city pulsed beneath you—alive, electric, distant. But up here, on the rooftop of the old trainee dorm building, it felt like the rest of the world had quieted just for the two of you.
Rumi sat beside you, her knees tucked to her chest, oversized hoodie swallowing her small frame. One sleeve was pushed up—finally—and for the first time, you could see them. Her demon patterns.
They crawled over her forearm like smoke caught in the wind—swirling purple marks that shimmered faintly beneath the neon lights of Seoul. The marks were jagged in places, delicate in others. Alive in every way.
“I hated them for years,” Rumi murmured, her voice a hush barely carried by the breeze. “These… things.”
You didn’t interrupt. Just watched her, heart pulled taut.
“Celine always said I had to hide them. That no one would accept a half-demon idol.” Her gaze was somewhere far away. “So I did. Every concert. Every photo shoot. Always in sleeves. Even when I was burning up inside.”
She ran her fingers across the markings, thumb tracing the way they forked near her wrist.
“They grew worse when I was scared. Or ashamed. When I doubted myself.” She laughed bitterly. “Which was… always.”
Her voice cracked, just a little. You moved slowly, letting her hand fall gently into yours. Her fingers curled instinctively around your palm—small, warm, trembling.
“I was scared they made me a monster.”
You brought her arm closer. Then bent forward, your lips brushing just below the largest curl of her markings.
She gasped softly.
You looked up into her wide eyes. “They're beautiful, Rumi.”
Her throat bobbed.
“I mean it,” you whispered, pressing another soft kiss along the edge of the markings where they shimmered most intensely. “They're a part of you. They carry everything you’ve survived. Every stage you stood on while carrying that fear. Every note you sang while hiding your truth.”
Rumi’s eyes welled, her lip trembling.
“I love them,” you said, firm this time. “I love you. All of you. And no amount of blood or mark or shame could ever make you less.”
She leaned into you without a word, her forehead pressing into your shoulder, hoodie rustling as her breath hitched softly.
You wrapped your arms around her, gently cradling the girl the world adored—but never truly saw.
Up there, on the rooftop, beneath the silver kiss of moonlight, Rumi's markings shimmered not with shame, but with something new.
Something like hope.
Something like love.
Something like being seen.
More saja boys(all, or separate) x GN/F/M reader?
Absolutely Yes
No.