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Last Updated: 03/31/2026

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Kristi Miller x fem!Reader

I Found Something (In The Woods Somewhere) Part 2

K-Pop Demon Hunters

Rumi x fem!Reader

Gladly be the Icarus to your Certainty Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Mira x fem!Reader

Move like a Bird of Paradise Part 2

Alysa Liu

Alysa Liu x fem!Reader

between comfort and chaos Part 2 Part 3

Sharp Edges Part 2

AO3

Ko-fi

[charwashere]

pls sir

pls leave

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[radsoldier]

first nation to hold both the men's and the women's World Cup at the same time

[radsoldier]

Gladly be The Icarus to your Certainty (Part 7)

Previous Part

Pairing: Rumi x Fem!Reader

Summary: What would happen if a different kind of demon found Rumi?

A dark-winged girl whose patterns glow black and silver, as if ink was running through her veins, who masters the path of shadows and who, for some reason, cannot stop thinking about some purple-haired hunter.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: cursing, violence, demons, shame, your usual.

a/n: long time no see but i'm back for now, hope you like this one!

“Alright, team” Bobby started. “I know everything is all Saja, Saja, Saja, but we’re gonna turn it into Huntrix, Huntrix, Huntrix! Yay! These fans slept on the sidewalk, overnight” he added enthusiastically. 

“Happy fans, happy Honmoon!” the three idols chanted. 

The fans started making its way inside and that’s when the whole Saja performance started, revealing themselves from their sleeping bags. 

“It’s the Saja Boys!” the fans screamed. 

“It’s an honor! Table, now!” Rumi could hear Bobby exclaim. 

But something tugged at her when she saw the line spliting between the two tables, prompting her to announce they would be signing together and earning herself confused stares and comments from her fellow bandmates. 

“We need every fan” she explained. 

Jinu sat beside Rumi, his gaze fixed on the side of her head even if she wasn’t going to grace him with her attention. 

“I didn’t think you liked sharing,” he stated, smirk evident in his voice. 

“I love sharing,” Rumi answered. 

His smile widened at that. 

“Then care to share what’s going on with you and sweet little Nixe?” he chuckled. 

Rumi, who finished handling an autographed poster to a fan, turned to look at him, eyes narrowed. 

“That’s none of your business,” she said. 

“Oh, but it is my business, hunter” he cooed, “she is far more dangerous than she seems”. 

Rumi huffed at that. 

“Not gonna talk to someone who’s helping Gwi-Ma" she said. 

Jinu’s demeanor changed a bit then, his features morphing into something more genuine. 

“I’m helping myself” he started. “Look, if I help him, he’s promised to erase my memories, and those voices in my head will be gone”. 

“Pathetic” Rumi spatted.  

“I’m pathetic? You can’t even talk about your patterns” he countered. 

“You want me to talk about my patterns? I hate them! Just like I hate all demons” she exploded. 

“Say that to your rogue-demon lover girl” he said, “be careful with her, Rumi”. 

“Excuse me Mr. Jinu?” a younger fan’s voice interrupted them. “I made this for you”. 

“Uh... for me?” he asks, grabbing a drawing of him as an angel. 

For a moment he’s taken back to some years ago, when he met you and thought of you an angel, before discovering you were just like him, in a way, but he shook the memory off his mind just as quickly. 

“Maybe listen to those voices instead of the ones in your head” Rumi said, softer this time. 

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Rumi took a moment to clear her thoughts, opting for an afternoon walk to burn some steam. 

She always resorted to these ways when she felt like she needed to be left alone, Celine voice sounding clear on her head. 

“Our faults and fears must never be seen”. 

She walked faster, trying hard to block the voice from haunting her further, just to find a different voice, her own, berating her for everything that came to mind. 

“Jinu might be a demon but he’s right, so is Nixe” her thoughts spiraled. 

Her breath slowed as her steps faltered, her hand traveling to her neck, where she could feel her patterns pulse achingly.  

“You thought she was special? That you were special?” a lower, far crueler voice spoke in her mind. “You both deserve each other, don’t you, Rumi? You ruin everything”. 

She paused to hold her breath, then slowly retracting her steps, she went inside a secluded alleyway she had passed a few minutes ago. 

She leaned against the wall, her head hung low as the sunset sky painted every shadow with a warm orange and pink glow. 

She felt it more than heard it, the small huff of air around her, the way her skin prickled the same way it did when they almost turned the Honmoon gold. 

Almost... 

And there you were, she felt the need to blink as if to make sure you were really there and not her mind playing tricks on her. 

“It seems like this is our thing now, huh?” you started. “Lonely alleyways and panic attacks”. 

She glared at you when you started to get closer to her, making your step falter as you stopped moving altogether and raised your hands in a surrender motion. 

“I don’t know what your voices are telling you, but I assure you Rumi, I mean you no harm” you said softly. 

She didn’t speak for a few seconds, making you doubt she would but then she cleared her throat, schooling her features to try and seem more relaxed. 

“Who are you, Nixe?” she asked then. 

You stared at her, clearly taken aback. Then you stepped closer to her and sighed softly. 

“Let me show you something” you said softly, as if to not startle her. 

She nodded and before she could even process it, she felt her body tingling as you grazed her hand, both of your bodies dematerializing into the late scrapes of sunset. 

Rumi unconsciously tightened her hold on your hand as felt herself come to her senses and opened her eyes wide. 

"I'm sorry" she rushed to say, dropping your hand like it burned her. 

You just nodded at her, taking a deep breath. 

"Okay, so" you started, looking more serious than you've ever been around her. "I need you to promise you won't summon your saingeom". 

Rumi let out a huff that soon turned into something close to a frustrated laugh. 

"Sure. If you promise we won't encounter any demon" she countered. 

That made you sigh loudly. 

"I mean it, Rumi" you said sternly. "I wouldn't put you in harm's way but I also won't jeopardize my community". 

You didn't wait for her response, instead choosing to start walking ahead of her, giving Rumi time to mull over your words and realize she didn't even recognize the street you were now both walking. 

"Okay, I promise" she said, already catching up to you. "Where the hell are we?" She asked, looking around. 

"Grand Rapids, Michigan" you smiled at her as you turned to a secluded corner, knocking flat on drywall. 

But to Rumi's surprise, what seemed like solid concrete slowly opened to the form of a door-like structure, making way for a shadowy figure, slightly obscured by the low lightning inside. 

"Nixe? Is that you?" A surpised voice left the figure, that Rumi could now see more clearly as a woman in her late twenties. 

"Last time I checked yeah, I was still me" you chuckled before being roughly dragged inside by a powerful arm, Rumi following closely behind before the door fell closed again. 

"You fucking rogue" the woman said as she dropped a punch to your shoulder, immediately pulling you in for a hug. 

"Okay, okay, let me breathe, geez" you complained, pulling apart from her and straightening your slightly tousled blouse. 

"I'm Kang Rumi, it's so nice to meet you" Rumi said, bowing toward your friend. 

"I know who you are, everyone knows. I want to know what are you doing here" she spatted. 

"As nice as ever, Lee" you said patting her shoulder. "Don't mind her, Rumi, she might seem tough and cold but she'll warm up to you in no time" you joked, trying to ease the tension that started taking space in the small entrance. 

"Just wanted to show this place around to a new friend, it's that so bad?" You told Emilee. 

"As long as you take full responsibility over your human, all's good" she said dryly, turning her back on you both and unlocking another door. 

Rumi's breath left her lungs all at once in a ragged gasp as both of you made your way through it, soft music playing in the background as the long corridor made way to a warmly lit lounge. 

Her attention kept traveling wildly between the cozy decoration and the diverse patrons on sight but what caught her eye was the number of bodies with their patterns full on display. 

"Don't get your panties in a twist" you told her. "No demon in here is controlled by anything other than our poor life choices" you joked, earning yourself a snort from the taller girl. 

Rumi just stared at you for a second longer and then turned her attention back to the room, letting you guide her to a secluded table just out of the scrutiny of the lively crowd. 

You ordered for both of you on the way there, as if you had been doing this dance way longer than you actually had, and as you waited for them you told her about Emilee, how you met her and how this small pub had always been her dream. 

"A place where everyone gets to be their true self, no shame, no fear" you repeated what she had told you years ago. 

And Rumi, for once, found herself wanting to believe in every bit Celine never told her. 

When your drinks came, so did the chance of being spotted but instead of being the one getting all the attention, she was surprised to find that you must have been a regular here, for so many people to treat you like family. 

"I'm gonna go greet some people real quick or they'll come beat my ass if they notice I'm here" you told her once your table was cleared of interruptions. 

She just hummed in understanding as you retreated into the open room. 

She told herself she was only looking because everyone else was. 

The lounge was warm with amber lights that blurred the edges of expensive looking furniture. Glasses chimed. Low laughter drifted over the music. It was the kind of place where everyone pretended they hadn't looked in the mirror before leaving home. 

And then there was her. 

Performing a life she wasn't even sure was hers anymore. 

She forced herself to focus on something, anything else, before the voices started growing louder in her head. 

It wasn't hard when her eyes found your back once again, her gaze training on every detail with calculating precision. 

Black trousers, cream silk shirt with the sleeves pushed to your elbows, silver patterns catching the light every time you laughed. 

Rumi took a sip of her drink, the taste sharper than she'd expected. 

She'd planned on disliking you. 

She had reasons. Perfectly good ones. 

You were a demon, for fuck's sake. 

Yet she had just watched how you spent five minutes talking to the elderly pianist near the stage while everyone else ignored him. 

She only averted her gaze once you started making your way back, keeping your promise not to keep her waiting for long. 

"Nice atmosphere, right?" you asked, opting to sit next to Rumi instead of choosing your previous seat. 

She hummed again, pretending to be uninterested but seeing you so careless, so free, it ignited something deep inside Rumi. 

Something she wasn't strong enough to name just yet. 

"You know, Gwi-ma should have just sent you instead of the Saja Boys" she didn't know where that came from but it was too late to back down now. "You would've been way more convincing". 

You laughed at that and she swore she felt actual goosebumps at the sound. 

"Oh, believe me, he tried" your voice lowering just enough to feign the conspiracy, your face coming close to her ear so she could hear you above the music still in the background, "but he's no fit to tame me". 

Her breath hitched for the smallest bit, and if you weren't so focused on her you would've missed it but you couldn't tear your eyes away from her even if you tried. 

And she seemed to be fighting the same battle. 

As if on cue, Emilee called out to you, breaking the moment between the two of you. 

You let out a shaky breath, watching as Rumi's throat tightened as she swallowed slowly. 

"Come on, I should get you back before it gets late" you told Rumi before getting up yourself to meet whatever remark Lee had to make before letting you leave. 

You teleported Rumi as close as you could to the penthouse, choosing a darkly lit alleyway in her neighborhood to land but when she turned around to thank you properly, you were nowhere to be seen. 

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Later that night, Rumi was going over the song’s lyrics. 

“Time to put you in your place ‘cause you’re rotten within...” she sighed. “When your patterns start to show it makes the hatred wanna grow out of my...” 

She crossed out the lyrics. 

“When your patterns start to show, I see the pain that lies below...” 

She looked at the card, patting the tiger’s head. 

“Calm down, I’m not gonna meet her”. 

A loud knock on her door startled her. 

“Rumi?” Mira’s voice came from the other side. 

“Uh... You gotta get outta here” Rumi told the giant blue cat. “Come on”. 

“I can hear you in there” Mira said, making Rumi panic. 

“Uh, yeah. Uh, give me a minute” she drew a sharp inhale as she saw the demonic animal disappear. 

She then put the paper in the trash can only for it to fall, and went to open the door. 

“Uh... what are you doing?” Mira asked, perched by the door. 

“Uhm, nothing. Just, uh...” Rumi trailed off. “Did you wanna come in?” she asked. 

“I mean, if you want me to come in, I can come in” she blurted. “I heard you singing. You sound good”. 

Rumi stared ahead, fiddling nervously with her fingers. 

“Yeah, who would’ve thought? Those tonics actually work,” she half joked. 

Mira then noticed the crumpled paper on the floor and she stretched to hold it. 

“So... Why are you changing our lyrics?” she inquired. 

“Oh, I just... Do you really think this is the right song to beat Gwi-Ma? It’s so hateful...” Rumi answered. 

Mira shot her a weird look. 

“Yeah, because we hate him and we hate demons” she snorted. 

“No, I know...” Rumi trailed off. 

“Okay, what’s up with you?” Mira exploded. “I could swear, the other day, you were talking to a demon”. 

“I...” Rumi started but Mira was not having it. 

“Look, I’m pretty good at reading people. Actually, I’m kind of an expert at it, and I just can’t shake this feeling that you’re keeping something from me” she said, her gaze turning troubled. 

“Mira, I’m not keeping anything from you. I promise” Rumi tried to soothe her. 

But deep down, guilt was eating her from the inside. 

“Sorry. I sound nuts. I guess these demons are just getting to me.” Mira stated. “I can’t wait until every one of them is destroyed and sent back to suffer with Gwi-Ma for eternity. Right, Rumi?”. 

Rumi glanced at her, fear creeping up her chest. 

“Yeah. Eternal suffering. Sounds fun.” she muttered. 

[radsoldier]

really thought i could get out the next chapter of gladly be the icarus to your certainty today but then editing turned into rewriting full paragraphs and that turned into adding a huge scene that's been on my mind since the start of this fic so i don't know anything anymore guys btw is anyone still interested or ???

[radsoldier]

between comfort and chaos part 3

pairing: Alysa Liu x (implied italian) figureskater!fem!reader

summary: Years after what seemed like a career ending injury and now a well-known singer, you make it back to the Olympics and find yourself orbiting around an unexpected friend.

words: 1.2k

warnings: unspecified injury, mentions of car crash, trauma, ptsd, slight swearing i guess

Alysa was quietly having breakfast by herself when Amber and Ilia joined her table, joking animatedly about how the latter fell hard during rehearsal last night. 

“The ice seemed comfy, okay!” he laughed. 

He pushed his tray towards Alysa, who took the hint and snatched a few blueberries from his bowl. 

“How did it go yesterday?” Amber asked her. 

“Mmmmm” Alysa hummed as she swallowed. “Pretty normal, I guess”. 

When she looked up though, she found both her companions looking at her with matching smirks on their faces. 

“What?” Alysa asked, her brows furrowed. 

“Nothing” Amber grinned, “Just, you know, we’ve heard that you and y/n spent the whole day together” she wigged her eyebrows mockingly. 

Alysa was about to defend herself when her eyes found you scanning the room, her laptop secured under your arm as you fidgeted with the strap of your bag. 

You were dressed in a simple t-shirt with the front slightly tucked under white pants and she couldn’t fight the urge to check you out, admiring the visible moles on your arms. 

“So, it’s true” Amber teased her just as you spotted them, making your way to their table. 

“Oh, shut up” Aysa whined, hiding her face in her hands for a second. 

“Hi, guys” you greeted them before setting Alysa’s laptop beside her tray on the table, sending her a quick, soft smile. 

“Great timing y/n, we were just talking about you” Ilia said, looking up at you as you stood there, leaning on the table. 

Alysa could feel the heat crawling up her neck all the way to her cheeks as you lifted your eyebrow at Ilia, almost challenging. 

“Well, nice to know I’m your favorite topic” you responded playfully. “Is this the part where you ask for my autograph?” 

Alysa almost snorted on the water she was trying to drink while Amber laughed freely at your witty comeback. 

“I should get going, Kyra is going to kill me if I’m late for the meeting” you rushed out, looking at the time on your phone. “See you later?” you asked them, and turning your head in Alysa’s direction, your voice softened a little, brushing your hand over hers and letting it linger there, “thank you for yesterday, Lys”. 

And with that, you turned around and made your way over to the conference room, leaving a very flustered Alysa glaring openly at her teammates. 

“Don’t” she warned. 

Amber just stared with a devious smile, the kind she can’t fight when she’s really amused. 

“Should’ve known when you asked me for her number, Lys” she mocked, mimicking the nickname. 

“You did what!?” Ilia asked, eyes wide. 

And Alysa, unable to make the blush on her cheeks subside, just groaned as she, once again, dropped her head into her hands. 

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As much as you usually enjoyed mixed zone press conferences, you knew this one would be tough for you. 

“Okay” Kyra had said beforehand. “There’ll probably be questions about your injuries”. 

You’ve talked about it before, not in great detail and always avoiding staying on the topic for too long but you’ve handled it just fine in the past. 

And Kyra had assured you Amber would be seated right next to you during the bit, so you tried to relax as you entered the room and made your way to your seat. 

As always, you liked to arrive early to your media appointments, an old, slightly comforting habit of assessing the room as people moved around you. It gave you some sense of control. 

So, when team USA entered the room, you were already looking at the big doors, almost ashamed of the way your eyes zeroed in on Alysa the second you spotted her. 

Almost. 

But how could you not when she was looking like that. 

She was laughing at something, her head half thrown back as her smile spread freely, gesturing rapidly with her hands. 

And suddenly, even though they did not disappear, your nerves and anxiety felt slightly muted. The only thought in your head being how she had the ability to light up every room she stepped foot in. 

It didn’t take long for them to reach the atrium, Amber muttering something you couldn’t make out to Alysa before stepping close to you and giving you a quick hug. 

“Hey, mind if I sit over there?” she asked, gesturing to one seat over the one next to yours. “Isabeau is really nervous and asked me to sit with her but don’t worry, Alysa can keep you company” she said smirking and without giving you time to answer, she urged Alysa to sit beside you. 

“Uhm... hi” she said without looking at you. 

“Hi” you mirrored feeling suddenly shy, your fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the ring you kept on your pointer finger. 

You eased a little as questions flew by, finding comfort in being able to ramble a little about your program, your training and some technical parts of your process. 

“You've been living in LA for some time, right?” a reporter said. “What do you miss the most now that you’re away?” 

You thought for a moment, your nose scrunching a little. 

“Well, don’t get me wrong, it’s always nice to be back home” you said, smiling. “But I miss my band. And the studio. God. I really miss the studio” some laughs could be heard at your honest answer. 

Your shoulders no longer felt like they were holding the weight of the entire world and you felt yourself relaxing a little as you kept hearing other athletes' responses. 

A few minutes later, your calmed demeanor died. 

“Can you tell us more about your recovery?” the question struck you far more than it should have. “You mentioned in an interview that you had to be prepared for the possibility of losing your leg, how did that feel?” 

Your hands shook as you pondered the question, trying to buy yourself as much time as you possibly could. 

“Well” you started, pausing to clear you throat once you felt your voice waver. “It was hard, for sure”. 

Before you could continue, you felt the warmth of another hand brushing yours under the table before clasping your own in a gentle hold and your head snapped towards Alysa, a soft, encouraging smile on her face. 

Her words from yesterday burned on your mind. 

You don’t have to be so strong all the time. 

“Yeah, as a teenager, it was hella scary” you laughed nervously, clearly uneasy, but you kept going anyways. “My leg was completely shattered, doctors were not sure if it could be saved but I was lucky. Surgery took more than ten hours but thanks to that amazing team I can stand here today” your hand tightened around Alysa’s as you finished. 

And from that moment on, with Alysa's fingers tracing oh-so gentle patterns over your knuckles and your attention completely trained on how easily you two fit together, the rest of the interview passed in a blur. 

taglist: @ririhatesmen

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[princington]

i was plagued by gay thoughts....

[princington]

mouse was plagued by the gay thoughts too 😚

[princington]

tee three

[nostalgic-teddyy]

Imagine the level of whimsy I could reach if I just had $5M in my bank account rn

[aubsolutly]

sprinkling in a “good girl” and “keep going your doing so good, im so close” to show that I like praising sub tops

[radsoldier]

sometimes i write poetry but most of the time it's not in English, soooo

do any of you speak Spanish?

[pokchookity]

[radsoldier]

soooo i made a twitter account for my silly little interests but also for vague posting about my writing process or my fics so i thought maybe some of you would want to know

Find me here

[femmecutiecupcake]

Thinking about riding her thigh with her fingers in my mouth..

[konoko]

i need this