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Galinda Upland is the very picture of perfection, with her soft blonde hair curled at the ends, her dazzling smile that could sway anyone, and her big brown eyes that can capture any heart. Everyone wants to be her or be with her, and she couldn't have it any other wayâwell, almost everyone.Â
She'd been beyond excited to attend Shiz University. There was a whole new world of opportunities opening up for her! She was thrilled at the prospect of reuniting with old friends, meeting new people, potentially finding the love of her life, and, of course, impressing Madame Morrible and becoming one of her students.Â
From the moment Galinda laid eyes on Madame Morrible, her breath escaped her lungs, and a rush of excitement shot through her body. Madame Morrible had a regal presence, authoritative yet calming, as she took to the stage and spoke into the microphone with a gentle voice. Galinda could hardly contain herself, her body practically vibrating out of her seat. Her eyes refused to dart away from the older woman, and the moment everyone was dismissed to find their dorms, she swiftly wiggled down the aisle.Â
Galinda's following words came to a screeching halt as she took in the young woman standing across from her. Her breath escaped her for a second time, and her lips parted, but any words she tried to speak refused to come out of her throat. There was something so... alluring about the young woman. Her eyes fell downward.
"Oh!" She couldn't help the exclamation. "Why so much... black?"
The young woman's lips quirked upward in amusement. Galinda felt her face flush. How odd. "Well," The young woman began, her own eyes roving over Galinda's attire. Galinda straightened her back instinctively and raised her chin, a confident smile spreading across her glossy lips when they made eye contact again. "Why so much pink?"
Galinda's mouth opened and then promptly closed as she tilted her head downward to study her clothes. Well, what a silly question! Why not so much pink? She scoffed softly, mostly to herself, as she smoothed a hand over her skirt. This was hardly her pinkest outfit! It was more lavender than anything. She shook her head, again mostly to herself, and raised it with words finally at the ready only to notice the young woman already walking away in her shiny black mary janes.
"Oh- Hey- W-Wait!"Â
Swiftly, Galinda rushed after her, the heels of her lavender mary janes smacking against the stone floor. It seemed they had a common interest: speaking with Madame Morrible, who simply continued walking despite their combined stammering. Someone stepped out in front of the young woman, blocking her path momentarily and allowing Galinda to swoop past with a little victory grin. The young woman caught up with her soon after, albeit a little out of breath.Â
"I am Galinda Upland. Of the, uh, Upper Uplands." Galinda slapped on her best smile, slender fingers adjusting the strap of her bag (a dark shade of pink, of course, but still hardly pink enough to warrant a comment on her favorite color, in her opinion) and eyes flickering to the young woman almost expectantly.Â
"And I am (Y/N) (L/N)." She introduced herself and then gave a toothless, tight-lipped smile. "Uhm, from Munchkinland, I guess."
Madame Morrible barely batted an eye nor broke her stride. "If this is about becoming dormmates, you can speak with-"
"I don't know her," (Y/N) quickly clarified with a shake of her head. Galinda's lips jutted out slightly. Well, obviously, they were going to be classmates. Didn't that count for something? "I was wondering about your sorcery seminar-"
"I-" Galinda exclaimed, her eyes widening slightly as they flickered between the two. There was a fleeting prickle of panic; was this girl her competition? Oh, but she loved her tights! What a shame. "-am also here about the sorcery seminar. In fact, you might recall my essay "Magic Wands, Need They Have A Point?""
"Well, dears," Madame Morrible chuckled faintly and slowed down her pace to address them, her eyes crinkled with amusement and a hint of familiarity. She reached out toward them both and cupped their elbows, her thumbs rolling over the sleeves as if to soften the blow of her next words. "I don't teach my seminar every semester. Of course, if someone special were to come along..." She trailed off, her brows quirking upward before she continued her walk.Â
"Exactly! This is why I wanted to talk to you-" Galinda clamped her mouth shut when Madame Morrible continued on her way without glancing back toward them again. Bummer... perhaps Madame Morrible hadn't yet gotten the chance to read her essay? Yes, yes, that had to be it. There simply had to be no other reason.Â
Clapping her hands together, she spun on her heel to face (Y/N) with an eagerness to have an answer to her previous question, but she found no one standing behind her anymore. Galinda blinked a few times, barely paying attention to ShenShen and Pfannee when they flocked to her sides. She snapped her head around until she spotted that black blazer slipping into an ocean of blue toward the... green lady? How peculiar.
Of course, Galinda had little to no time to figure out more about this '(Y/N) (L/N)' who seemingly only wore dark colors with the saddening confusion over dorm assignments. Elphaba Thropp. The bane of her existence and quite simply the rudest person she'd ever met! And, as if shoving her stuff aside or taking all of Madame Morrible's time or trying to beat her at every assignment wasn't bad enough, she knew the mystery girl.Â
Galinda wasn't sure how exactly. She wasn't about to go asking her vexing roommate how she knew the girl who could steal anyone's breath away with just a glance, and any attempts ShenShen and Pfannee made on her behalf to speak to (Y/N) were in vain when (Y/N) seemed constantly on the move. She hoped Elphaba invited her over for a girls' night that she could potentially drop in on, but alas, the first week of school was always the most chaotic. Though, it wasn't for lack of trying!
Galinda bit into the raspberry tart, the flavor alone allowing for her tense shoulders to relax into a satisfied slump and her eyes to flutter. She gave a low hum and took another bite, chewing slowly until all her stress and annoyance from the past few days faded away, and she was left on a cloud of pastry bliss. Just what she needed. Her body simply wasn't made to deal with irritating roommates or anything irritating at all, to be frank.Â
"Oh! Oh!" Pfannee suddenly perked up, his hand shooting out to tap her shoulder persistently. "Here she comes!"
Immediately, Galinda forced everything in her mouth down her throat and washed it down with the juice ShenShen swiftly offered her. She whipped out her hand mirror to ensure her makeup was done to perfectly, but she only got to scan her powdered pink lips before Pfannee was urging her to stand up. She shoved the mirror back into her purse and quickly stood up, catching sight of (Y/N) walking in their general direction with her lunch tray in hand.Â
Galinda cleared her throat, ensuring to whip her hair back over her shoulders, and sauntered forward in what she hoped came across as nonchalance, her signature smile spreading across her face. "Why, (Y/N)! I was hoping you'd come and have lunch with us. I had the pleasure of reading your take in literature class, and I was-" Galinda blew a raspberry. "-blown away."
"Your table looks full." (Y/N) shrugged, and Galinda whipped her head around to study the table. It was the largest in the cafeteria, and there was barely anyone sitting there! "Thank you for the offer, though, Galinda."
Galinda swiftly stepped into her path when she went to move. "Uh- Well, I mean, I'm sure we could make space." Galinda widened her eyes at Pfannee and ShenShen. The two slid further down the bench until there were at least eight feet of distance between them and Galinda's lunch tray. Galinda looked back at her with a smile. "See! Come, come, I'd love to talk more about your essay-"
"Maybe some other time, sweetheart." (Y/N)'s nose gave a scrunch with her next smile, which Galinda swore looked a little condescending, but she was far more caught up in the sweetheart to care.Â
There was a new, fluttery feeling in her chest, somewhat akin to what she always felt when she spotted a sparkly new dress through a shop window. Her face flushed again, a heat that spread to the tips of her ears and down to her collarbones until it covered her whole body. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth and left her to nod wordlessly in response. What was this? Magic? No, surely not.Â
Her head followed (Y/N) as she continued her walk through the dining hall and then felt a surge of bitterness when (Y/N) set her tray beside Elphaba Thropp. A growl vibrated in her throat, and she all but stomped back to her seat with a scowl. Pfannee and ShenShen hurriedly slid back to their previous spots at either side of her, their glares directed in Elphaba's direction on her behalf.Â
"I promise you, Galinda," Pfannee turned back to her with his brows scrunched together in determination. "We will make her your girlfriend." ShenShen nodded in agreement, her lips still jutted out and eyes narrowed at Elphaba despite the other girl's indifference.Â
Galinda could only blink. Girlfriend?
This... sent Galinda into a whirlwind. Girlfriend? What could they possibly mean by that? If anything, she wanted a boyfriend! A dashing knight to sweep her off her feet and carry her off into the sunset, and, as if Oz had heard her, she got just that in the news of Fiyero Tigelaar deciding to attend Shiz. Now that was exciting, and when an opportunity presented itself, Galinda simply had to take advantage of it!
Fiyero is handsome and incredibly charming with his cheeky smile, but no matter how much she flirts and dances and laughs along to his mischievous antics, the spark she was hoping for simply isn't there. She cares for him; it's hard not to, but when he flirts back or gives her a playful wink, she doesn't feel her heart flutter like it should. Like it has before. It's frustrating, and it's not until after the party in the Ozdust Ballroom when she finally sees Elphaba for the brave girl she actually is that she finally begins to accept things.Â
Fiyero's understanding which is somewhat offensive considering Galinda expected a little more sadness with her rejection, but she's quick to realize the lingering stares between him and Elphaba, so she separately confides in them both while also subtly encouraging them to seek each other out. Their advice is.. conflicting. Elphaba has little to no experience in romance, so she simply tells her to be honest (while dropping some little facts about her dear childhood friend) about what she feels whilst Fiyero tells her to flirt and give a little chase.Â
She devises her own little plan.
The heavenly smell of the freshly baked cinnamon rolls coming from the plate beside her made her mouth water, but she resisted the temptation of even swiping a little of the icing on her finger to taste. She waited on the smooth stone bench with her legs kicking back and forth in anticipation, the sweet floral smell of the gardens behind her helping to keep her sweet tooth at bay.Â
There was a whistle then, sharp and just as practiced. She straightened up and lifted the book from her lap until it was at eye level, her teeth briefly biting at her lip as she tried focusing on the sentences on the pages. It looked like gibberish to her, so she presumed whatever random book she'd taken from the book place was in a different language. Her heart quickened at the sound of footsteps drawing near. Yes... Yes...
"Galinda! Hi!"Â
Not now, Boq!
Before Boq could step any closer, Fiyero appeared almost out of thin air, a jumble of words spilling from his mouth. Boq blinked rapidly at him, his brows drawing together in confusion, but he nonetheless allowed Fiyero to lead him away from the blonde and out of sight. Galinda breathed a sigh of relief.Â
"You should put that boy out of his misery."Â
She sharply lifted the book, which she'd lowered in her relief, and hummed in feigned disinterest at (Y/N)'s words. Fingers gingerly grabbed the top of her book, pulling it from her hands to turn it over. Ah, now the sentences were making a lot more sense. Galinda laughed sheepishly and closed the book, heat pooling in her cheeks. (Y/N) arched a brow down at her.Â
"I haven't seen you here before, Galinda. Mind telling me why you're pretending to read at my spot?"
"Well, technically, this is the university's spot." Galinda pointed out, tossing some wavy hair over her shoulder and straightening her back as she casted her gaze over the cinnamon rolls in what she really hoped looked seductive. "I was, uh, so distracted by these cinnamon rolls, you see. I came out here to study and I brought a snack but, ah, there's just so many. I can't possibly eat these on my own."
(Y/N) hummed, unconvinced, but she slipped her bag from her shoulder and set it down at the foot of the bench. Smoothing out the back of her brown plaid skirt, she took a seat on the bench and crossed one leg over the other. "I guess I'll help you finish them." She said, reaching into her bag to pull out a notebook. "But I'm studying, so I can't get my fingers messy, and I don't see any utensils..." She eyed the plate. Galinda swallowed. Crap. "Guess you'll have to feed me."
"What?" Galinda said breathlessly.
"You wouldn't mind, would you? Unless you'd prefer to hurry over to the dining hall across school and come back with-"
"No need!" Galinda chirped, reaching down to pinch and tear a piece of the cinnamon roll. "Open up!"
It felt oddly domestic to raise her hand and extend it out toward (Y/N), her breath halting in her chest in anticipation. (Y/N) flipped her notebook open to a blank page, almost drawing out the moment, before she leaned forward. Galinda made a soft, strangled noise in the back of her throat when (Y/N)'s mouth wrapped around her fingers. She released a shaky exhale and watched her lean back to chew slowly.Â
"Mm." (Y/N) nodded. "Really good."Â
"Mhm."
"By the way, and not to put El on the spot, but I was told about your little.. crush." (Y/N) licked some icing from the corner of her mouth, her nonchalant words leaving Galinda struggling to find words again. She chuckled under her breath and took out a pencil, inspecting the tip before she began writing. "I've always thought picnic dates were a cute idea. Maybe this could count as one in a way."
"Date?" Galinda blinked and then felt a smile spread. "Yes! Yes, yes, a date. This is- it was always my intention. From the very start, yes. Date."
Synopsis: As if Mira doesn't already have enough on her plate, she's got one extra problem that only serves to make her blood boil: You.
Includes: FINALLY got this done. I love Talyn so much y'all. Classic one-sided rivals to lovers type shit, Talyn is an arrogant prick, Mira is happy to use her as a punching bag. Takes place in Onyx Storm.
The moment after she kicks Drake Cordella in the balls, Mira knows that sheâs fucked.
Why? Well, letâs make it simple and put it in a list.
One: She was late to the meeting and has no fucking clue what's going on. General Aetos looks miffed. (Good.)
Two: There are fliers here. No matter how often they fight on her side, no matter how kind they are to her, she will never be able to trust them. She's picked off tens of hundreds of their people for years, and forgiveness for that sort of act doesn't come naturally.
Three: Now she has to go on a mission with said fliers. Oh, and Violet, and her annoying buddies. And Xaden. AndâŠshe shudders. Halden.
Four: When Drake's knees hit the ground, that's when you turn around. And, godsdammit, you take the air straight from her lungs.
From your spot by the other lieutenants, you seem like less of hostile figure and more of a sheathed dagger â sharp, precise, and muted. Cropped hair, tan leather, and a burn scar that trails from the base of your wrist and under your sleeves. You're obviously dangerous, because all fliers are dangerous, but something that flashes in your eyes as you make your way over to the suffering Captain is moreâŠintrigued than enraged.
You glance down at Drake and utter something in Poromish, your eyebrows knitting. He nods, and Mira gets the sense that the two of you are close. Not family, but not romantic, either.Â
You tilt your chin, your eyes meeting hers for a moment. Then, a wry smile spreads across your lips. In accented Navarrian, you finally find words. "That was quite audacious. You must be Mira Sorrengail."
Mira's eyes narrow. "Guess he's not the only notorious soldier in Aretia now."
"I suppose not." You nudge Drake with the toe of your boot. "Up, Cordella. How are you supposed to fulfill your duty on your knees?"
"Fuck off," Drake groans, clambering to his feet. "You try standing after being on the other end of that."
"She's got a name," you counter. "And it's not 'that.'"
Fuck. Now Mira really likes you.
"Har-har." Drake turns to the rest of the Senarium. "If we're naming replacements in our absence, Lieutenant Rush is mine, as she is my second."
Violet squints. "I thought you were in the summitwing drift, not nightwing."
"I am," you reply. "But I will go where I am needed."
"Good," is the reply. "You'll also be on this mission, then. We need the balance." Her sister turns back to herâŠeugh, princely ex-boyfriend. "Add her, then. Lieutenant Riorson, Lieutenant Sorrengail, Lieutenant Rush, Cadet Gamlyn, Cadet Cordella, Captain Cordella, Cadet Aetos, you, your guard, and me. Sound good?"
The blood vessel bulging from General Aetos's forehead looks like it will pop at any moment.
Wait. Mira stiffens. Lieutenant Rush? From the summitwing drift?
She knows that name. More than anything, knows that stupid, godsawful, good for nothing smile.
"Summitwing." She doesn't even begin to try to keep the disdain from her voice. "You were in that skirmish along the Krovlan border last year."
Your smile turns feline â a mischievous and daring thing. It makes Mira's blood boil. "I was."
"Four riders died. And two lines of infantry."
You hold her gaze for a moment. Really, she has no room to talk. Mira's taken out countless fliers over the years, so much so that someone compiled a list and didn't even get all the names down. She's probably killed more than you, honestly.
But those were fliers. No ordinary flier can take out a rider like you did, let alone four â and that's not even accounting for the infantry casualties. Your mindwork ability, despite Navarre's above-average intelligence, is unknown.
That makes you more of a threat than fucking Cat, she thinks.
Your next move, like that in battle, is completely unexpected. You don't deny it, or even look remotely sorry.
Instead, you just tilt your head back and let out a sharp staccato of a laugh. It brightens your features, like you're not talking about the valiant riders who you personally delivered to Malek.
"They did," you say with a nod. "Another notorious soldier, huh?" The gleam in your eyes morphs then â from egotistical to something that Mira really doesn't like. "I remember seeing you out there. Might I say that you're gorgeous with blood on your gear?"
The words barely make it past your lips before Mira swings.
She doesn't miss, either, but it doesn't feel like a victory.
Because you take it, infuriatingly, with a smirk.
đâ.Ë
"Shit," you snort, turning the cold rag to a cleaner side against your lip. "If I knew she was going to hit me, too, then I'd have said something sooner."
"Don't even fucking start," Drake grumbles from his desk, cutting open another missive with a tiny blade. "If I can't continue my legacy, it's her fault."
His eyes squeeze shut at your cackle of laughter. "What did you even say?" you croon, your back hitting his bed with a quiet thump. "She looked like she wanted to murder you and then sing a ballad after."
"Wasn't what IÂ said." He blows a breath from between his teeth. "You remember the Montserrat offensive last year?"
"Of course I do, Mister Victory Medal."
Drake ignores the friendly jab. "She was there, as was her sister. I have no clue why they'd let a first-year into an outpost, but we technically put little Violet in danger, I guess."
"Little Violet,"Â you repeat, "could kill us all, mind you. And if not her, then her boyfriend."
"Semantics. You know how it is." The Captain rolls his eyes and scans them over the missive, mumbling quietly to himself.
And you do know. Truly, you do. If any cadets were under your jurisdiction during a raid, you'd kill anyone who tried to hurt them. Add on the fact that Violet is Mira Sorrengail's sister â you'd go fucking beserk. Honestly, Drake is lucky he still has his balls intact.
And you're lucky that Mira let you walk out of there alive in the first place. Maybe you came off a little too strong there, but in your defense, she's hot. Deadly, yes, and absolutely could (and may) kill you given the opportunity, but still hot.She might've even thought positively of you before she recalled your reputation.
You've fought each other before.Â
You've seen her slit your brothers-in-arms throats.
She's seen you make a man go crazy with less than a flick of your fingers.
Technically, you're evenâŠexcept she's a rider, and riders don't die so easily. Unless you're around, of course.
So, even. Step for step. Maybe even perfect forâ
"I know that look." Your head jerks up at Drake's words, and you find him staring blandly at you. "Don't even think about it."Â
Your face twists into a scowl, pulling at your bleeding mouth. "I'm sorry?"
Drake leans back with a groan. "If you think you have any semblance of a chance with Mira Sorrengail of all people, you've officially lost your damn mind."
"I didn't even say anything!" you protest, raising your arms in a What did I do? motion. "What makes you think I'd tryâ"
"Because you were smiling first of all," he deadpans. "And you had that stupid twinkle in your eye that you get when you see pretty girls. I'm telling you, it's never going to happen, if thatâ" He points to your mouth â "tells you anything."
"This." You point to the bloody rag. "Is nothing. I might have been a little too upfront, yeah. At least she didn't nail me in the balls."
"Upfront?" Drake drops his missives and snorts. "You told her she looked hot when she's bloody."
"At least I wasn't a douche about it." You shrug. "A split lip is the battle equivalent of making out, anyway."
"I'm telling you to stay the hell away from her, Rush." He shakes his head. "If anything goes wrong on these missions, you're to take my place in the drift. I can't entrust you with that role if you're dead because you thought you could flirt with General Sorrengail's daughter."
That makes your heart sink a little, but your face doesn't show it. "I'm aware," you reply airily. "And if you're killed, you know I'll do my best in your role. But there's nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting every once in a while. It's been years, anyway."
You're refolding your now-cold rag to a cleaner side when he turns back around, slicing open another missive â but not before you hear him mutter under his breath.
"It's not harmless if she kills you, dumbass."
đâ.Ë
Mira spots you again that night, just before the squad sets out for Athebyne. A flow of satisfaction rolls through her at the sight of your busted lip, but it's tampered when she realizes that it probably doesn't bother you in the slightest. Fucking Poromish and their godsdamned egos.
Behind her, Teine chuffs. "I cannot imagine why you'd bother to get worked up over someone who probably thinks the same of you."
Her head snaps to the dragon, meeting his golden gaze with a glare of her own. "Are you saying I'm arrogant?"
A growl. "On the contrary, Lasair, it seems Machiraine may be having a similar discussion with his flier."
"Who the hell is Machiraine?" Mira utters aloud, only turning once Teine gestures with his head. The gryphon he stares at pointedly is taller than most she's seen â probably closer to eight feet tall rather than seven â and more gray than brown. No wonder you're a summitwing soldier; your gryphon could easily camouflage against the rocky terrain you fly against, or even a dreary sky.
That's probably how you were able to get the jump on Mira's fallen comrades.
"My point," the dragon continues, "is that you shouldn't obsess over another human's supposed ego. You barely know her as it is."
Mira levels a glare your way regardless â one that has your bonded hissing something in that odd, clicky language that she still isn't used to. It's entirely too grating, but you don't seem to spare it a second thought. Teine lets out a low growl of warning; despite his own advice, he doesn't take threats to his rider lightly. Especially not Poromish threats.
"You know," you call from across the way, your accent curling around the words like silk on iron, "if you really want to stare at my ass, Sorrengail, you don't need to pretend to look pissed off."
"Oh, fuck off," she snarks back, busying herself and pretending to fasten a strap on her gear. "If I wanted to stare at an ass, I would look for someone worth paying attention to."
You snicker, pressing a hand to your chest as if to conceal an injury. "You wound me."
Her fists clench. You're toying with her. Trying to make her look like a huffy fool in front of everyone else on this field.
"In more ways than one," she returns, nodding at the lip that's scabbed over. "Don't forget, Rush; I could do you much, much worse. And I would, if not for this war."
It's an empty threat, really. Mira could do you worse â she could kill you where you stand if she really wanted to. But she won't. Can't. She can't jeopardize this mission for Violet, for the Revolution, although she wants, just for a second, to wipe that little smile off of your face.
Why? She's got no damned clue. Is that stopping her from being tempted anyway? Nope.
"I'm counting on that," you reply cheerfully, running your hand through Machiraine's feathers gently and raising an eyebrow. "After all, it would be pretty disappointing if the rumors about you proved to be false."
"What?" She can't keep the scorn from her voice. "That I'm a murderer?"
It's something that still stings, although she's grown used to it by now. But somehow, your response is even worse than that.
"No." A laugh. "That you're absolutely devastating."
Before she can twist and lunge at you, another gryphon steps up â Kira, Mira remembers â and clicks something of a question out to Machiraine before Cat approaches and snaps something in Poromish. Although your attention is completely on the younger girl now, Mira still feels like you're staring at her, even when your eyes aren't even in her general direction. It's disturbing, and for just a second, she wonders if that's your gift. It can't be, though; that's not the kind of magic that has people clawing their own throats bloody.
She turns and takes a running leap to her seat on Teine's back, effectively cutting herself off from the rest of the group. It's quieter up here. More controlled â just as she likes it. Violet may be in command of this mission, but as far as Mira is concerned, she commands the sky. The farther up, the better.
The farther away from you, the better.
"What did I just say?" Teine shoots her an unimpressed look. "You have bigger things to worry about."
"That bitch is dangerous," she hisses back, "and also entirely too cocky. I'd like to take her down a peg."
"At least wait until we're back from our trip," the dragon orders. "You may consider murder then. Understood?"
Teine doesn't know that she's already considered it multiple times. She nods anyway. "Got it."
đâ.Ë
Waiting outside the bookshop in Matyas is a bore. Luckily, you're not alone. Unluckily, Mira comes back out after ten minutes, her face lit with laughter so harsh that she tears up. Not that that's a bad thing at all â but she's beautiful, and you can't not stare every once in a while. The problem is that every time you happen to glance over at her, she shuts you down with barely a moment's notice.
"Now you're staring at my ass, Rush." She shoots you a disapproving look. "Get your mind out of the fucking gutter."
You arch a brow. "I barely looked at you."
"You've barely looked at her, like, six times," Ridoc, one of the younger riders, snorts. "But I don't think she was staring at your ass, either, Mira."
Your head tilts, the start of a knowing smile tugging at the edge of your mouth. "Unless you want me to stare at your ass."
Her face contorts between a grimace, an eyeroll, and something promising death. All three have heat shooting up your neck.
"Damn," Ridoc whispers to Cat. "I think she's worse than me."
"Probably." Drake doesn't look over from where he adjusts the harness on his horse. "Her first nickname in the barracks was Voyager. Guess why."
You stick your tongue out. "Yours was Priestess."
Ridoc gapes. Cat howls. Mira groans and pinches the bridge of her nose.
"I want a nickname, too!" Ridoc protests, swinging his head towards the older girl. "Why the hell don't we do that at Basgiath?"
"They're not supposed to be cool, Gamlyn," she mutters. "You usually get them out of situations you can't live down, or they just embarrass you in general."
"Cordella's is Golden." You jab a finger in his direction. "He got too wasted and tried eating three gold coins."
"Better than NICO," Drake snickers. "Nothing In Cygnisen Orgasms."
"Give me a second, kid. " You stare at the young rider, knitting your brows, before you snap your fingers. "Most mortifying moment of the past six months. Go."
Ridoc barely opens his mouth before Cat answers for him. "He got shot climbing over the pass by this stupid trap thing after telling everyone that he's invincible. It was quite humbling."
You nod sagely. "I dub thee, Dartboard."
He pauses. "Now that's fucked." Then, he regains his smirk. "Her next," he adds, nodding to Cat.
Drake doesn't miss a beat. "Tryhard."
It earns him a smack to the back of the head, which he promptly turns towards Mira.
"No," is all she says, unamused.
"You know you want one," Ridoc insists.
"I'm good, really." She glances back at the bookshop like it'll be her saving grace.
"I'm sure you are." You let your gaze linger on her neck before you add, "Killjoy."
She freezes â and then, ever so slowly, turns.
There's that stupid, stupid look on your face again, the very one that caused you the wound in the first place. That twinkle in your eyes that practically begs for trouble.
Mira's voice is quiet. "You're really dead-set on pissing me off today?"
"I'm dead-set on pissing anyone off," you respond with a shrug, mirth lighting your features. "You just make it easy for me, Sorrengail."
Blood trickles down your chin as your lips splits open again â but not from Mira's fists. Rather, the smile on your face is so wide, it's tugged your skin back apart.
"Gonna hit me again?" you challenge, arrogance lacing your tone. "Make it hurt for me, Killjoy."
Mira just stares at you for a moment, and you recognize that look from her sister â the one of little gears working in her head.
"Alright, Doormat."
You falter. For the first time since she's laid her eyes on you, you falter. "I'mâŠsorry?"
"Doormat," she repeats. "I have a feeling you'd enjoy it a little too much if I decided to step on you."
Behind her, Drake nods. "She's got a point," he mouths.
Ridoc bursts out laughing. "Killjoyâ" He points between the two of you â "meet Doormat."
a/n: hozier is fucking insane and i want to write about my girlfriend, NEXT! the lack of violet x reader makes me sad so i shall fix.
content tidbits: jack barlowe tw, sparring violence, short girl gets homicidal (violet) /hj, switching between your POV and Violet's POV, protective marked ones, lesbians!! hooray for girl kissers! Violet and you are bonded, your dragon's name is Calida, half confessions, swearing, you get your ass kicked horribly and put violet in a panic induced sexuality spiral. lowkey comphet violet AND comphet reader. Allusions to you being a marked one. She/her pronouns used :)
Not proofread, didnât do a word count
fanfic radio: NFWMB- Hozier
YOUR POV
"Y/N L/N and... Jack Barlowe!"
Malek, just say you're waiting for me.
I look to the other side of the mats, and see Jack's usual arrogant face morph into something of pig-like glee when our gazes lock. It's bad enough that he knows I hold a personal vendetta against him, paired with the fact he caught on to the way I look at Violet. And it was worse that he wanted to destroy anything that brought her joy, or protection. But for the fact I embody all he opposes, it was like a constant battle of oil and water. Fire and ice. Good and evil that blended into something morally grey due to mutual, burning hatered.
I hear Violet inhale sharp but quiet from beside me, and i know her stomach is full of the same dread as mine. I hate that this is also his way of getting to her. But I brush it off, as much as I can, making my way to the mat.
'Please be careful.' Violets voice sounds in my head, familiar and stabling.
'Careful doesn't get me wins. But I'll try.'
Jack's grin is like rot humanised as he approaches, and it makes my skin prick with hatred. How does he get so much pleasure out of cruelty?
"Don't get too distracted by your girlfriend now, L/N. Wouldn't wanna trip over your own desperation." He taunts.
Girlfriend. The word makes a combination of longing and anxiety fill my chest. But that can't be my focus. I don't entertain him with a response, and settle into a fight stance. Professor Emmetirio blows his whistle to signal the start of the spar.
VIOLET'S POV
Every land of Jack's hand against Y/N's skin makes me want to unsheathe a dagger and aim right for his neck. I despise the way he purposely makes every hit harder, evry swipe more ruthless. But at the same time I can't keep my eyes off the swift, almost feline gracefulness of Y/N's form and dodges. Her skills are more than lethal, that's common knowledge. But Gods, it's like every side-step is an act of divine reprieve. Why she would spare him instead of going for the jugular is beyond me. But I admire her all the same.
I can't ignore the swell of adoration, and something more primally true, that flies through me every time I'm near her. I don't get it. I don't have a name for it. But there's a whisper in the back of my mind that urges me for more.
I'm broken out of my thoughts of her when I hear a sound of struggle leave her. Jack sliced across her shoulder. Fucking bastard. Protectiveness wants to draw me forward to help, but I know I obviously can't. So I painfully stay put.
Distracted by the injury, Jack wastes no time in pressing his hand against the ridges of the cut hard, and grabbing her other arm to twist it, bringing her down to the ground.
I want to fucking break his limbs.
She winces, but tries to steel her expression. She unsheathes a dagger of her own, and cuts across his cheek, and kicks him in the stomach. The act is yet again both poison and sugar in one. He growls in pain, his eyes lighting with fire.
Right as she goes to push him off, he stands slightly and stomps directly onto her ribs. She lets out a gurgled sound, like a gasp for air and a scream.
Fuck. No.
Do not interfere. You know you shouldn't. Tarin says.
And if he just punctured her lungs? What then? I snap back, the thought of me bitching back to a dragon that could torch me in one huff being a discarded thought.
Do not. Just wait. He warns, but my heart picks up in rage at Jack and pure worry for Y/N as I keep watching.
He goes further and yanks her up by the shirt, and body slams her like a rag doll. His fists collide with anything they can, and he doesn't even fucking allow her time to process what's happening. Gods, the way her eyes dart frantically but her limbs don't react at the same speed makes bile rise in my throat.
"Barlowe, that's enough. She's not in a state to fight back." Rhiannon sats from next to me.
"Yeah? But she isn't broken enough. Just some more." Jack gleams wickedly, and the crack that echoes off the walls is guttural- matching the pitch of her scream as her non cut shoulder snaps.
"BARLOWE! Enough, she can't yield like this!" Xaden snaps from where he was spectating, his voice carrying something more urgent than his usual wingleader tone.
But Jack doesn't stop. He grips her hair back, and her lips part to say something, but he forces it back into the base of her neck. And she slacks.
No. No, no, no, gods forbid, NO.
I ignore Tarin's voice urging me to not do anything rash, but I sprint over and my fist collides with Jack's jaw, sending him spinning and falling to the floor. Liam and Xaden run over, Ridoc and Rhi close by.
"Y/N!" I call to her, dropping to her side, unsure of where to put pressure or lift her. Fuck, she's beat to a pulp. I feel like I'm going to pass out.
Please, not her too.
"Violet, get back, she needs to be taken to the healers!" Liam says, trying to pry me off her. But all I need is to feel a pulse, then I'll let her go. My hand presses to her neck, and praise Amari, it's there. I slump back, a sob of relief and worry breaking through me.
Xaden picks up Y/N, his expression stoic. but eyes matching my own panic. "Deal with Barlowe." He says, and gestures to Liam to follow, and I scramble, almost slipping, to follow. Ridoc helps steady me, helping me out the door. Xaden looks back at me, something understanding and knowing in his gaze.
We practically race to the healers quadrant, and the whole time I try to reach her through our bond. But the shimmering strand, usually burning bright, feels like it's flickering.
Please be okay. Please, please be alright. I'm right here, please don't fade from me like this. I won't let Jack get away with this, I won't ever let him fucking touch you. Please.
But it's met with silence. A void, only filled with the sound of rustling boots and smell of antiseptic as she's placed on a cot. And there's nothing I can do.
YOUR POV
Absolutely everything hurts. Breathing hurts, thinking hurts, being alive hurts.
But Iâm alive. Somehow. And what first makes me realise that is the instinctive urge to look to my right, where the bond pulls me to. Violet sits on the chair beside me, asleep, tear tracks still staining her face.
Youâre awake. Calidaâs voice echoes in my head, gently as if to not cause any more pain.
Somehow. I respond.
Obviously. Youâre far more stronger than letting a man with an inflated ego kill you.
The faith in me is appreciated.
I sigh, the mix of unrelenting pain and insane amount of pain medications leaving me in a loopy, excruciating state of numbness and awareness.
I have to take some breaths to get my throat working again, before I speak. âViolet?â My voice is vulnerable, bit rough from lack of use.
Her eyes fly open, and itâs like sheâs been revitalised. âGods, youâre awake.â She gasps, her hand flying to take mine but sheâs gentle with the drip that sits in it. âHow do you feel? Do you need the nurse? Water?â
I sigh at her dotting. Itâs such a her thing to do. âNo, Iâm alright. JustâŠ. Really out of it. WhatâŠ. did he do?â He, being Jack.
Violetâs expression becomes something almost completely different, rage and vengeance crossing every line and contour. âHe gave you a concussion and strained the muscles around the base of your skull. Plus all the other injuries he has to atone for.â
âAtone for? You sound like you plan to execute himâŠâŠ. Please donât tell me you executed him. Not that Iâd complain-â
âNo, I havenât. But⊠I wish I could. Seeing you unable to move, sliced up and beatenâŠâ her voice chokes, the remaining panic filling her voice.
âVi.â I say, my grip tightening on her hand weakly. But oh, if her hand in mine doesnât feel like a blanket of safety. âIâm alright now. Iâm awake. Alive. He didnât get me.â
âI know, but he could have. If he had-âŠ. I canât live without you. I know how desperate it is to say, but I truly canât.â Her eyes fill with tears, and my own prick my eyes. I gently lift my hand, ignoring the pain that shoots through it from my shoulder. Feels like it broke but the menders here did a good job of somewhat making it usable. But for Violet, Iâd go through this pain time an time again if it being her closer to me.
I press her forehead to mine. âI know. But I promise you, he wonât. Not ever again and if he tries, may Malek have mercy on him. Nothing takes me away from you.â
She nods, he hand moving to rest on my cheek. Even coming out of sedation, the action makes me want toâŠ. Why does it?
She pulls back after a moment, moving to sit at the edge of the bed by my legs. âXaden and Liam said theyâll swing by the kitchen later to get you food once your appetite is back. And Rhi and Ridic are doing everything to remind Jack of his broken jaw.â
I sigh in amusement at that. But then pause. âI broke his jaw?â
She pauses. âNo. I did.â
That makes me grin. Again, itâs such a her thing to do. Worrying someone is dead but proceeding to slap the fuck out of whoever did it first. Sheâs so perfect in that way. Every flaw and every trait builds this woman into who she is. And id fight the gods if they tried to change her. I just⊠I think I might actually love her. But the thought remains private.
She sits on my bedside as I drift back into sleep, and I swear I feel her lips press gently against my forehead as I do. Hopefully, thatâs her display of the same thoughts flowing through my mind.
VIOLETS POV
She drifts to sleep, and I let out a breath I didnât know I was holding. I stay beside her, watching every rise and fall of her breathing and every furrow of her brows in sleep. Sheâs beautiful. More than divinity can compare to. And itâs like even with her beside me, the need to fight and claw to have her with me is running rampant. After today, I refuse to let anyone fuck with her. Not with the woman I love.
authorâs note : this got me out of my writers block ( FREAKING FINALLY ) so thank you anon!
â galinda loves being the centre of attention, loves it, especially when she gets to be the centre of your attention. sheâs not used to not getting what she wants, not used to not being the sun, the moon, the planets, and stars in everyoneâs galaxy, so the idea of her having to share your attention with anyone else is such a foreign concept to her
â galinda, who always wants to hang out with you! she wants to study together ( though itâs mostly you working and her staring at you with big goo goo eyes because you look so pretty when youâre concentrating! ) or going on super elaborate dates sheâs planned out, or just hanging out in her dorm and kissing until she canât stop giggling
â so when you start to hang out with someone else just a tad bit more than you do her, like maybe you eat lunch with some your classmates instead of going off with her, or if you say you canât come over that night because youâre hanging out with someone else, she freaks out!
â why donât you wanna hang out with her anymore? did she do something wrong? was she a bad girlfriend? did she hurt your feelings? elphaba finds her in bed curled up in ball with her knees tucked up to her chest, overthinking every little thing the two of you have ever done, trying to figure out why you might be mad at her
â spoiler alert! youâre not mad! sheâs just a chronic overthinker who canât go a day without getting to hold your hand and kiss you
â the moment you come over next sheâs bawling in your arms and begging for you to forgive her because she doesnât understand why youâre mad and sheâs sorry if she hurt your feelings! sheâs so not used to feeling so strongly about someone and she doesnât want to mess a single thing up
â in an instant youâre cuddling her and kissing her face and insisting she didnât do anything wrong, and that sheâs been nothing but the most amazing girlfriend imaginable! you just wanted to spend some time with your other friends, thatâs all! you donât love her any less
â sheâs all pouty and red in the face and somehow as elegant and pretty as ever, maybe even more, when she looks up at you
âgalinda, what are you talking about? you are nothing short of the most amazing girlfriend on the planet! just because weâre not spending every second of every day together doesnât mean i love you any lessâ
âyou p - p - promise?â
â galinda tries not to be super clingy after that, tries to teach herself that just because youâre hanging out with your friends or youâre not sleeping over every night, that it doesnât mean you donât care about her or what to break up, tries to teach herself that she doesnât need to be always be the centre of attention. sheâs still learning! itâs her first time being a relationship that she really does care about
â of course she can only handle so much, itâs hard not to be clingy and possessive when she sees someone blatantly flirting with you! youâre her girlfriend after all!
â the moment someone touches your arm sweetly or compliments your hair or clothes in a definitively not platonic way, sheâs practically appearing at your side, arms wrapped around your waist with her face nuzzled into your shoulder
â sheâs constantly kissing your cheek, snuggling up against you, squeezing your hand, and repeating the word âgirlfriendâ over and over until whoever decided they had the right to even breathe in the direction of you awkwardly wanders off
âoh! i donât believe weâve met, iâm galinda upland, her GIRLFRIEND!â âi was just in the bathroom, hope i didnât keep my GIRLFRIEND waiting for too long!â âthanks for taking such good care of my GIRLFRIEND, but i can take it from here, as i am her GIRLFRIEND, and she is my GIRLFRIENDâ
â she doesnât leave your side for the rest of the night, flipping her hair in the direction of ( and maybe even into the face of ) anyone who tries to hit on you. youâre her girlfriend! not theirs!
â she canât help but feel insecure though, her face is a nervous mix between a scowl and a pout for most of the night, constantly squeezing your hand as if to remind herself that youâre very much still there, that you havenât left her for someone else
â itâs not until she drags you back to her dorm does she break down, blubbering about how sheâs worried about ânot being good enoughâ and how âeveryone who hit on you was so much sexier and cooler than herâ and how âsheâs not even that good of a girlfriend because she doesnât know what sheâs doing! but she doesnât want to screw anything up!â
â youâre barely able to calm her down, let alone pull her into your arms and lead her over towards her bed
âssh, sh, hey, hey, galinda look at me. nobody at that stupid party was as cool or sexy or amazing as you are. you are the brightest, most wonderful person iâve ever met, and iâd be an idiot to even consider dumping you for some dumb guy or girl who tries to hit on me. you donât have to be perfect, nobodies perfect baby, but you are damn well pretty close. i love galinda upland, nothings gonna change thatâ
â somehow that made her cry more! not out of sadness but just because sheâs so overwhelmed with joy and love because you love her and you think sheâs perfect and pretty and sexy and amazing, and it made her heart flutter in her chest so hard sheâs worried itâll explode
â she flops right against you, burying her face into your shoulder and mumbling âi love youâ over and over and over until she finally stops crying, and by then youâre both exhausted
â you end up spending the night at hers, galinda tucked against your chest your face buried in her hair, arms cradling her protectively
â she ends up staying awake long after youâve fallen asleep. titling her head up just so, watching and listening to you breathe because youâre the most gorgeous creature on earth and sheâs the one who gets to lay against you like this, and sheâs not sure something else has ever made her happier
Summary: Violet Sorrengail as your girlfriend headcannons. Very much inspired by @laursdomain . Their headcannons about the boys are amazing! No nsfw in mine.
Warnings: mentions of reader having fine hair.
Not exactly possessive, but she definitely keeps an eye on you. She takes after Xaden that way; making it her business to know where you are and what youâre doing.Â
At first she is reluctant to let people know about your relationship, worrying that people will treat you poorly because of who her mother is. Please talk some sense into her, you wouldn't have come to Basgiath if you couldn't defend yourself, and loving her outloud is more than worth some bruisesÂ
She helps you with your hair. If she can âthrow her hair in a braidâ as fast as she does, she can help you style your hair however you want it. If youâve cut it short like most of the other women at Basgiath, she still likes to just brush it out/detangle it for you. At night sheâll approach you in your room with a brush in your hand under the guise of helping you get ready for bed, and sheâs not exactly lying, after sheâs done brushing it out sheâll run her fingers through it gently until your eyes start drooping.
Her favorite moments with you are the quiet ones. Itâs a good thing sheâs so smart, because you keep catching each other stealing glances while studying together, after about the fifth time or so, you dissolve into giggles which might get you kicked out of the scribe quadrant library if you canât get it under control. Your grades may suffer, but all of a sudden you have a different idea on how to spend your time with her.
In all seriousness, if your grades are truly suffering, sheâll tutor you and she wonât allow you or herself to get distracted.Â
Her love language is words of affirmation and quality time. Ever since her dad passed away, her mom hasnât exactly been forthcoming with praise or kind words. She didnât realize how much she missed hearing someone telling her things like âIâm proud of youâ until she started hearing it from her team and from you. Once you finally get to tell her âI love youâ her eyes might get a little misty before she says it back.
She will absolutely tell you who you're facing for sparring. Doesnât matter if you need her to tell you or not she wants you to be prepared.
Even before developing her signet, sheâs already very busy. After learning sheâs a lighting wielder itâs even worse. She craves quiet moments with you and will sneak away every chance she gets. She wasnât a fan of PDA, but now itâs not entirely unlikely that sheâll pull you away behind a staircase or into an empty classroom just to hold you.
After Athebyne, she tries to keep the truth from you for a while, telling herself that she doesnât want to worry you, but you can tell sheâs retreating into herself and not being 100% truthful. All it takes is cornering her and asking whatâs wrong and she caves, not because she doesnât have a spine, but because she knows she can trust you, and that sheâs being hypocritical, since she considers anything but 100% truth from you a betrayal.Â
Kisses. I know in my heart her lips are so soft. And she doesnât even use lip masks or chapstick or anything. It's unfair, but itâs hard to be mad at it when her lips are on yours. When you're safe at Basgiath or the Riorson house, her kisses are soft and sweet. She cuddles up next to you and starts with kisses on your cheeks and jaw, avoiding your lips until you huff and pout for her. Once sheâs satisfied with your groveling sheâll kiss you properly, fighting off a smile.
In contrast, on the battlefield after a harsh skirmish with the venin, or after youâve been separated a while she wastes no time teasing. Once you're within her grasp she grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you into a kiss regardless of whoâs around. It feels like sheâs trying to memorize how your mouth feels against hers just in case itâs the last time.
You go with her as a part of the quest squad. It doesnât even matter to her if your signet is useful, she just needs you in her corner to help keep her grounded. After Trager dies and the Iridâs reject her and Andarna, she keeps a brave face for the rest of the squad, but once you two get a moment alone she crumbles. She feels like she failed Andarna and the continent. Remind her that there are others around that want to help her and not all is lost.Â
Intelligence. Violet would value your intelligence as much as her own. You're the first to hear about any theories she has or any information she learns that she feels will be important later. She wants your input so she can check for any blind spots in her logic (not that there ever are any).
She also just likes telling you the random information she has. On the rare quiet nights you have, she likes to lie in bed with you with the lights off and ramble about any and everything that comes to mind. Many nights youâve fallen asleep to her recalling the unique flora around Basgiath or the history of some random province.
DESCRIPTION: In which fans are avid fans of RumiY/n and three months since their hiatus, HUNTR/Xâs comeback and your new solo album didnât help.
Romantic, Read with slight caution (It tackles the part with Celine and Rumi so)
Rumi x Celineâs daughter!ReaderÂ
There are wave to earth lyrics
Celineâs A grade parenting
Not proof read
Helloooo! This is actually my very first fic and I'm very rusty. I hope you enjoy the fic :))
Three months later when HUNTR/X announced their hiatus, released a series of photos for their comeback
It was posted all over social media photo of you four, a solo pic of each of the members. All seems fine.Â
Until a certain photo of you and Rumi.
Shipping allegations have always been in every fandom. There was nothing new to that, but they couldnât help but take notice how the photo of you both looks like something too romantic to be true.
From the photoshoot, it was a photo of your arms on your knees, ducking your head while admiring the leader with such adoring eyes. While Rumi stared back at you, laughing.
Fans always knew that you two were close since day one. Before the group even came to be.
Fans noticed the rift between you and your mother three months ago. Right just after defeating Gwi-Ma.
And they definitely noticed how defensive you grew when people continuously target Rumiâs patterns.
âI donât get it, honestly,â You spoke in an interview. âItâs Rumiâs choice to let her patterns show. Itâs her own body, why do people we barely know get to decide what she wants?â
The fans went crazy about it.
It was normal for Mira and Zoey to speak out in defense of their leader, but you? You were the quiet and gentle one out of the four.
Daily HUNTR/X @dailyhuntrix
Arenât we going to question how y/n, the one who usually goes with the flow of HUNTR/X defended Rumi LIVE ON INTERVIEW?!?!?!?!?
TILL IS SEEING HUNTR/X IN # DAYS @zomira
THE RUy/n IS STRONG TODAY GUYS
Zo | spoilers @Mirawife
What a fucking day this has been
It truly didnât help that Mira and Zoey decided to join in.
MIRA @MiraHUNTRX
We just saw that right @Zoey   Â
| ZOE @ZoeyHUNTRXÂ
  Oh, we definitely did HELLO??
|| RUMI @RumiHUNTRXÂ
   What are you guys talking about�
 ||| ZOE @ZoeyHUNTRX
     ITâS NOTHING ^ ^
It continued with videos of you and Rumi.Â
ây/n and Rumi being hopelessly in love with each other for 5 minutes.â
That was the title of the video, and exploded.
The video had more views than their debut MV. Much to Bobbyâs panic and Mira and Zoeyâs delight.
Compiled from livestreams, backstage footage, fancams, interviews, and even stolen glances during concerts.Â
The fandom had receipts, and they damn brought them.
Clip 1:
It was one of their scheduled livestreams, and Zoey and Mira were the ones in charge of it.
âWhich oneâs better, Romance or Abby?â Mira wanted to snarl with the question.
âCome on,â Zoey cheerfully grinned, âItâs just a question.â
âA question that can make Twitter explode,â Mira replied. âBoth are unbearable.â
Right after she answered the question, the elevator opened, and lo and behold, you and Rumi entered the penthouse laughing at whatever the leader said.
Oh, and donât forget the fact that they were holding hands.
The two looked over the two members with the livestream still on and immediately let go of each other.
âOh! Mira, Zoey!â Rumi nervously laughed, âI didnât know you were live!â
You jabbed her gut in response.
Clip 2:
It was a short clip of you and Rumi entering a boba shop. Clearly, paparazzi still have no sense of personal space, as the video kept going.
Just as Rumi is about to get her wallet, you hand your card to the cashier and pay for your order.
âHey! I was supposed to pay!â Rumi exclaimed, the wallet still in hand.
âI was the one who asked you out,â You replied, grabbing the two drinks. âIt makes sense that I pay, right?â
Rumi stayed silent before smiling, âFine, but next time Iâm the one paying.â
âDeal.â
Clip 3:
It was another livestream, and you and Zoey were the ones this time.Â
The live was practically taken over with Zoey talking the most while you happily listened.Â
Until a question appeared in the comments.
âWhere did you get the ring in your necklace, y/n?â Zoey read out the comment.
âHm? Oh!â You grabbed the ring while smiling, âA friend gave it to me.â
Zoey stared at you with a look while you confusedly stared back at her.
âWhat?â
âI actually donât know where that necklace is from.âÂ
âWell, thereâs a reason why you donât.âÂ
The next day, fans found an old photo of Rumi wearing the same necklace. It wasnât the same necklace.
And the fans knew it was a matching ring.
Clip 4:
It was a big night. HUNTR/X had just won Song of the Year at a major ceremony. Screams echoed across the stadium.
All four of you went up to accept the award. Zoey delivered the thank you speech, and Mira stood beside her.
You and Rumi were slightly behind them. Hidden from the camera angle.
Until one fan caught it on a side-angle shot.
You leaned close. Whispered something.
Rumi covered your mouth, laughing.
And then almost imperceptibly. You nodded.
Fans would later subtitle the moment with guesses:
"I told you weâd make it."
"Still think I donât deserve you?"
"I always think we deserve each other."
Nobody ever got the real words. And you two never confirmed it.
Clip 5:
None of the clip was supposed to be leaked, really. There was a signed NDA.Â
But of course, there will always be those types of people.
It was a celebration by the company in celebration of HUNTR/X's comeback.Â
It was a blurry video of you and Rumi talking to each other, looking like in their own little bubble.Â
It may be a blurry video, but the sight of Rumi taking your hand to kiss it was clear as day.
And shockingly, two of the members donât know anything about the clip.
And then came your solo album. Fans were surprised.
They werenât surprised by the fact that it was full of love songs. It was the fact that it didnât sound like HUNTR/X at all.
It didnât sound like Pop. It definitely didnât sound like Kpop. It sounded like Indie Rock.
âIt was kind of just a little side project.â You smiled. âA friend helped me with the lyrics.â
You are my sea, you are my sunshine
The star, the moon
Since when did a friend help with lyrics like that?Â
And it kept going too.
Daisy, every time I see you,Â
My day is getting coloured
If I could be by your side
Iâll give you all my life, my seasons
When you spoke to me
The words are like a flowing star
Suddenly, a TikTok from HUNTR/X with youÂ
âThereâs a rumor that your solo album was inspired by someone special. Want to tell us who?â You read it out loud while reading the comment.
âI think anyone who listens already knows,â Your forehead was only shown in the video,o but fans could hear Mira and Zoey asking, well, practically screaming on who it's about.
âWhen are we going to tell them?â You suddenly asked while playing with Rumiâs hair.
âThey know,â Rumi replied back eyes still closed. âTheyâre just waiting for us to tell them.â
âI mean the fans,â You softly smiled.
âTheyâre just waiting for us to tell them,â Rumi repeated the same words before laughing, âI mean, have you seen the theories on Twitter?â
âI saw one where it said we switch one of our shoes so that we can be matching,â Rumi scoffed in response before laughing.
She finally opened her eyes, staring right back at you, her eyes always shine so bright you thought.
The breaking point was a leak of a series of photos taken by a fan.
It was raining heavily, and the streets were empty. Except with you and Rumi.
From the photos, the two of you look like you were arguing. It looked like a very bad argument.Â
Until the last photo was you softly holding her cheeks, Rumiâs hand holding your chin, and kissing you without a care in the world.
Fans went wild. No, fans went crazy. They went rabid at the photo, people were talking about it left and right.
God bless your PR Team because the moment the photo was leaked, they went to work.
The photo wasnât even going to be leaked. The photo was leaked because someone hacked into the fanâs iCloud.
âDonât you get it?!â Rumi yelled. The rain poured harder, and she clutched her arm. âThis is what I am!â
âI know!â You yelled while softly placing your hand on her arm. âI know! And who cares?!â
This all started because Celine went to the penthouse unannounced. Looking for Rumi. In turn, it sent Rumi into a spiral the moment Celine finally left.Â
She suddenly ran from the group, and you chased after her.
âCeline shouldâve done what I asked her to!â Rumiâs eyes were wide as if she were being hunted down.Â
You knew what she was trying to say. You saw it happen. You saw her kneeling, holding out the sword, while you seemed so far away, trying to run and get the sword away.
âRumi-!â You called her out before getting cut off.
âI could hurt you!â Rumi yelled back, one of her eyes turned yellow, her patterns glowed purple in discomfort, âWhy do you still love me when Iâm like this?!â
How Ironic when one month ago, she asked your mother the opposite.
You softly grabbed the hand that was nitpicking her arm before kissing it, âBecause youâre youâŠâ
âEven with the patternsâŠâ You couldnât tell if the water from your cheeks was from the âYou look beautifulâŠâ
âYou are beautifulâŠâ
That seemed to finally get Rumi into her senses as she slowly started to calm down as you continued.
âYou donât need to hide itâŠâ Both of your hands grabbed her cheeks, âYou arenât a monster. You arenât a mistake.â
You could faintly see Rumiâs tears flowing down as you softly smiled.
âYouâre Rumi.â You concluded, letting out a breath, âYouâre the girl I fell in love with all those years ago.â
Rumi looked at you with wide eyes while you looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
What can she do other than kiss the lips that she so adored.
âI know that weâre going to have arguments,â You sneezed into the tissue, âBut can we at least have it indoors?â
After the incident, the next day, it left sick. Fortunately, thanks to Rumi being half-demon, she didnât get sick at all.
âSorryâŠâ Rumi murmured while placing the egg soup beside the bed, âAt least, this is my way of making up to you.â
You hummed in response, âI saw the photos.â
Rumi stopped her movements before continuing, âAre you mad?â
âNo,â Rumi looked over to see you smiling, âIâm glad people know now, and besidesâŠâ
You opened your phone to show your wallpaper with a teasing smile on your face.
âItâs a good wallpaper.â
A week later, there was a joint post from both of your accounts. It was both of you wearing the same ring on both of your hands, a smile on both of your faces with a captioned post.
the friend who gave me my in question isnât just a friend, btw
â§âË⧠â[ huntrix idol spotted having a romantic lunch date?! ]â
âââ .°Ë⧠requested by âš anon Ëâ âč
ft. rumi, zoey, mira (separate) x f! reader â kpop demon hunters
â°â⧠youâre just trying to go on a peaceful date with your girlfriend, but nosy reporters have the tendency to get in the wayâ1.3k words
contains: secret established relationship, paparazzi, reader isn't an idol
†author's note: my writing is really rambly and i kinda went off prompt, iâm sorry feel free to send in something else T-T
trying to juggle the busy life of a worldwide sensation kpop idol while also secretly dating someone outside of that atmosphere isnât for the weak, but your girlfriend promises that all the struggles that come with it are worth the reward of being with you and having an ounce of privacy. most of your dates are restricted to the privacy of her dorm, usually consisting of much-needed cuddling on the couch time with snacks and an action movie after a long day of practice or a make-shift candle-lit dinner where youâre probably eating delicious take out (none of these girls can cook for the life of them, except for rumi, but she canât make anything more complex than spaghetti). while always content with your simple romance life, when the special day of your anniversary arrives, your girlfriend is insistent on doing something different, even if it requires planning a stealth mission to reach your destination unseen.Â
since she has one of the most recognizable face and hair in the nation as well as having huntrix posters plastered everywhere, dressing up in a baggy jacket, medical mask, and sunglasses are a must to cover up as much as possible (it looks suspicious as first, but once she actually leaves the house, itâs surprising how no one cares enough to spare a second glance). once you arrive at the restaurant she made the reservation at, she reluctantly takes off the oversized clothing to reveal a more appropriate outfit to be granted entry and is escorted inside, but itâs difficult to ignore the shocked looks the other guests are giving her with you following closely behind.Â
as you settle in and enjoy your meals, the sudden sound and sight of a camera flash interrupts your peace. it appears one of the other customers has tipped off some of the major celebrity news outlets as reporters and their cameras press against the glass windows trying to get a shot of whatâs going on, knowing that the rose in the center and loving looks exchanged meant more than a lunch between friendsâŠ
âââ .°Ë⧠rumi!! Ëâ âč
â°â⧠the best out of the three at not drawing any attention to herself on the way there. she minds her own business, knowing the best way to go unbothered is to remain hidden and to blend in with people around her. she plans out the route to get to the restaurant, point âaâ to point âb,â holding your hand the entire time. 10/10, you successfully managed to go completely undetected!Â
â°â⧠when she notices the reporters, the first thing she does is sigh and think of the best way to get rid of them. although she doesnât acknowledge their presence, the strained look on her face tells all that there needs to be said. rumi would likely make a deal with them, they could come inside and take a few good photos (with your permission, obviously) then they need to beat it.
âi feel awful,â she muttered, playing with her food using her chopsticks while deep in thought. âthis was my idea to come out here, but now we've been found out and everyone knows when weâve been working so hard to keep it a secretâŠâ
âhey! donât worry about it, itâs not that big of a deal,â you assured, reaching out to hold her hand in yours, âtheyâre gone now, so letâs just enjoy the rest of the night, okay?â
â°â⧠even though the cat is out of the bag, rumi still canât help but be a little skittish about it. her privacy is something she values a lot, and having one of her secrets exposed to the public makes her nervous about her other secret being revealed as well. not much in the relationship will change, except she might be even more tense than usual about going out together, so give it some time before she relaxes and is willing to loosen up about it.
âââ .°Ë⧠zoey!! Ëâ âč
â°â⧠the worst out of the three at not drawing any attention to herself on the way there. itâs not a normal outing, itâs a date with her girlfriend! the stress gets to her, and she might not be as subtle as she thinks sheâs being, her behavior being comparable to a ninja student on their first day of class. 5/10, attracted a lot of attention, but at least no one recognized her and you got a big laugh out of it!
â°â⧠when the cameras start flashing and reporters start asking questions, she struggles to ignore them because sheâs nothing if not a people pleaser and doesnât want to hurt any of their feelings by ignoring them. of course, you come first, and if youâre uncomfortable with it, she will dismiss them immediately (to the best of her ability, she feels so guilty), but if you give her the go-ahead, then sheâll probably host an impromptu interview right then and there.
âwe met during one of our shows! she was my make-up artist, and i swear, it was love at first sight when she did my eyeshadowâ like, wow, fireworks! sheâs so gorgeous, i have to ask for her number, right now!â
you couldnât help but smile at her words, heat rushing to your face as you laughed, âthe fireworks are probably an overexaggerationââ
ânuh uh! it was like the fourth of july back in the us!
her passionate rambling about how much she adored you won the hearts of the people as they gushed about how adorable your relationship was. idols typically keep their dating lives private for good reason, but zoeyâs openness was refreshing, and her pride to call you her girlfriend was evident to everyone.Â
â°â⧠once the news articles go viral and everyone knows, itâs like she broke free from her shackles. she loves you so much that sheâs always wanted to shout it from the rooftops, and now she finally can! if youâre alright with it, sheâll post photos of the two of you together on her social media, run to kiss you after performances, and dedicate some of her songs to you, effectively winning the title of the cutest couple alive.Â
âââ .°Ë⧠mira!! Ëâ âč
â°â⧠not too bad at not drawing any attention to herself on the way there, but her downfall is her overprotectiveness. if anyoneâs gaze lingers on you for even a moment too long, her head snaps around and glares at them until they scurry off. 7/10, she might have scared a couple of people, but no one knew it was her!
â°â⧠her intense stare also helps scare off the paparazzi. you would think they would know by now not to mess with her, but apparently, the big scoop of her being in a relationship was too tempting to pass up. was it really that big of a deal? it pisses her off to the point that she has to put her foot down before the night is ruined any further.Â
âhey! do you guys mind? iâm trying to have a date with my girlfriend over here!â she yells out, smacking the table and scowling out of frustration. she doesnât like being mean or raising her voice, but she thinks itâs warranted when sheâs only asking to be left alone and to be mira the girlfriend rather than mira the idol.
you held your breath, worried that she might have just ruined her reputation with a simple statement, but the reporters seemed to love her attitude. thatâs the bad girl of the group alright! sheâs so brave for speaking out and setting a new standard for idols by standing up for herself! they took one last picture and left the premises, finally giving the two of you some peace and quiet.Â
âso, anyway, where were we?â
â°â⧠truthfully, mira doesnât mind people knowing about her relationship with you, she just worries that they will bother you over it. she takes the happy medium of being confidential about it yet not worrying about hiding it. whatever your preferences are, sheâll adjust to it since she has no strong feelings about it, and will make certain that your wishes are respected.Â
request:
Could I get a request with Rumi (plus anyone else from Huntr/x if you want but specifically Rumi) with a female reader and them trying to go on dates without being recognized please? (reader can be just a regular person or another idol, whatever is good to get the writing juices flowing!) Thank you if you can!Â
perhaps mira x gn reader hurt/comfort where mira gets injured during a battle and the reader helps patch them up?? đŒ
ft. mira, rumi, zoey (separate) x gn! reader â kpop demon hunters
â°â⧠patching them up after a battleâ0.8k words
contains: blood & injuries, rumi has demon powers
†author's note: itâs a little short so i did all the girls^^
âââ .°Ë⧠mira!! Ëâ âč
â°â⧠your proud and hot-headed girlfriend has always had difficulty admitting her weak areas or that sheâs hurt, both physically and emotionally. she has a tendency to hide her injuries for as long as she possibly can before eventually giving up because the pain becomes more than she can handle, usually after the other girls have left the two of you to have some alone time and her walls collapse after slowly crumbling for the past hour.Â
âcome on, mira, let me help you clean up your wound.â
âwhat wound? iâm perfectly fineââ her sentence was cut off by a hissing sound coming from her mouth as a sudden stabbing shot up her leg, her eyes looking down at the gash in her ankle that was gushing red with every step. her nose scrunched up in discontent before letting out a sigh and relenting to your demand.Â
if it was anyone else, you probably would have teased and said something like âi told you so,â but you wouldnât dare when it comes to mira, only motioning her to sit down on a nearby chair and kneeling down to properly patch her up. you didnât want to sound like you were gloating.Â
âitâs fine,â she started, âit doesnât even hurt that much.â
â°â⧠she tries her best to stay stone-faced as you disinfect her wound, not flinching or whining, but she canât help but furrow her brows and grimace, maybe allow a single tear to stream down her face as she fights through the pain. be sure not to baby her after it, donât kiss her and say anything like âsee? that wasnât so badâ with a patterned bandage on top, she prefers to wrap it up quickly and act like it never happened, but she will kiss you as thanks for taking care of her.
âââ .°Ë⧠rumi!! Ëâ âč
â°â⧠similar to mira, rumi will try her best to hide her injuries from you, but itâs for very different reasons. due to being half-demon, she heals faster than the average human, and doesnât quite feel the pain as intensely as she should. she just chalks it up to having a higher than average pain tolerance, itâs why she isnât bothered by things like paper cuts or scraped knees, but she canât always hide it from one as observant as you.
âare you okay? that looks like it would really hurt,â you asked.
âwhat are you talking about?â her eyes followed yours, trailing down her torso to find blood soaking through her white tee. âoh, umâŠâ she sheepishly chuckled, âi guess i havenât noticed yet since the adrenaline still hasnât worn offâŠâ
âdo you need me to help?â
âno! no, you donât need to. i can handle it myselfâ you should get some rest!â that was all she said before darting back to her room, slamming the door behind you and leaving you confused.Â
â°â⧠as she sits on the edge of her bed, wrapping gauze around the wound, she canât help the guilt striking through her heart that hurts even more than the damage does. she hates hiding away this part of her, this part of her that was so confusing yet important to understand, but she doesnât know if you would understand. she dreads the looks the girls would give her, especially the look you would give her if you found out. all she can do is continue to hide away this secret and hope that sheâll eventually find a solution.Â
âââ .°Ë⧠zoey!! Ëâ âč
â°â⧠once the battle is over, her knees immediately buckle to the ground, and she shouts out in pain in a cartoonish fashion. sheâs been injured by these demons plenty of times before, itâs expected and comes with the job, but it doesnât mean it hurts any less. it likely came from a place of carelessness, throwing her daggers at her enemies with so much focus on her attacks that she forgot to watch her defense.Â
âooohhh my gooodddd!â she cries out, clutching her wrist in agony, âthat stupid demonâ does it look broken to you?â she turned her head to show you her injury, tilting her head in concern for you to examine it.Â
âwell, it doesnât look broken, but it might be sprainedâŠâ
âoh no! how am i going to do the choreography for our next dance practice?!â
âdonât worry about it! letâs just put some ice on it for now, and iâll go look for the first aid kit, okay?
âokayâŠâ
â°â⧠while the swelling and redness go down with the cold compress, she canât help but rethink her behavior, mulling over how âoverdramaticâ she was being over a sprained wrist. she doesnât want you to think sheâs too much over minor things or dread how she would act if something bigger had happened, so remember to assure her that you donât think sheâs too much and that you think itâs one of her biggest charm points, it will mean a lot to her.
Summary: During the opening night of the comeback tour, Rumi is nervous about her step back into the spotlight after revealing her demon heritage. Years of suppression and shame won't go away just with a song, and Mira and Zoey are starting to notice cracks in their fearless leader.
A/N: Did anyone else hate that Mira and Zoey went to attack Rumi and then they just never discussed it again. Not on my watch. 2.9k words. Also please send in requests for the Huntrix girls.
Rumi thought she would be over this.Â
The dressing room was just like all the others they had gotten ready in over the years. Same lights, same buzzing chaos. The only real difference was that this time, Rumi wasnât alone. Mira and Zoeyâher two closest friends, the people she loved more than anyone in the worldâwere right there with her.
And her patterns were on full display.Â
After the disaster at the IDOL Awards and the chaotic Saja boys concert that followed, Rumi didnât dare to look at her social media, leaving the task of posting to Bobby. The crowd was under the influence of the now banished Gwi Ma, so the demonic powers of the Saja boys were forgotten, but the image of Rumiâs patterns remained.
They looked different now. Where there had once been bruised-purple striations, there was now a faint pearlescent glow. But when Rumi looked in the mirror, all she could see was that ugly violet stainâand two orange irises staring back at her.
âIâm so pumped to finally be back on stage! Arenât you, Rumi?â Zoey chirped, slurping noodles through a mouthful of Huntrix-branded ramyeon.
The sound snapped Rumi out of her trance.
Somehow, while sheâd been zoning out, the dressing room had come alive. Stage managers were muttering into walkie-talkies about last-minute lighting adjustments. Stylists fluttered around them, brushing glitter onto shoulders and blotting lipstick. Zoey and Mira were seated on the couch, scarfing down instant noodles like they were still trainees.
âSo pumped!â Rumi echoed with a forced smile, flinching as a makeup artist dabbed body glitter onto her shoulderâright over the soft shimmer of her patterns.
The strain in her voice didnât go unnoticed by Mira, as her eyes narrowed slightly.
âAre you sure?â she asked, rising to her feet. âYou donât sound sure.â
Zoey looked up too, concern etching across her face as she joined Miraâs side.
Rumiâs throat tightened. Her eyes stung. The bustling energy of the room was only making things worse.
And thenâwarmth.
âWhatâs wrong Rumi?â Zoey whispered softly. Rumi felt the ghost of her breath tickle her ear.Â
During their hiatus, the girls had talkedâreally talked. Rumi had told them the truth. Her father was a demon, though she knew nothing else about him. Celine had come up with the plan to conceal her patterns, and once the Honmoon was sealed, they were supposed to fade completely.
She had been afraidâterrifiedâthat once the truth was out, Mira and Zoey would turn on her.
But instead, they held her tighter.
âYouâre more than your patterns Rumi,â Mira had said. "What makes you different is what saved us.â
After that night, Rumi felt closer to her girls than ever before.Â
But somehow, every time she closed her eyes, she saw them raising their weapons to her. Their eyes afraid. Their voices cold.
âHow could we be together if we donât know your lies from your truths Rumi?â
Every dream since then had been haunted by demon versions of her friends, taunting her onstage in the dark.
âSo sweet, so easy on the eyes, but hideous on the inside.â
âA demon with no feelings donât deserve to liveâ
âWe see what you are.â
âYouâre a demon. A mistake.â
âRumi?â
Miraâs voice called out to her, slicing through her memories to pull her back into the present like a lifeline.
They had talked it all out right Rumi shouldnât still be feeling this way.Â
She let a single tear roll down her cheek.Â
âIâm just- I'm just nervous about what the fans will think is all. They donât know what these patterns mean, what if they think Iâm a monster?âÂ
Just like you did.
Zoey gently cupped Rumiâs cheek with one hand. With the other, she traced the line of a pattern near Rumiâs eyeâlight, reverent.
âThe fansâŠâ she murmured, trailing her finger down to the edge of Rumiâs neck, âwill think youâre beautiful.â
âJust like we do,â Mira added, leaning in to press a kiss to Rumiâs shoulder.
Rumi felt herself relax under their affections. The memory of that awful night slipped back, fading into the corners of her mind like smoke.
She pulled away and grabbed one of the others' hands in her own.Â
âThanks guys.â
They smiledÂ
âNow let's go kill this concert!â
-
Rumi performed flawlesslyÂ
The first concert of the Huntrix tour was a huge success. The crowd was electric, singing along to every lyric, waving light sticks in synchronized patterns. The newly sealed Honmoon shimmered in the air above the stage, glowing brighter with every cheer.
Then the post show interview came.Â
Bobby had scheduled a major sit-down with one of the top entertainment networks as part of their comeback rollout. Since the groupâs apparent disbanding during the chaotic IDOL Awards, fans had been desperate for answers. Even with the tour announced, rumors had swirledâfighting, betrayal, broken contracts, heartbreak.
The interview was going smoothly. The girls hit every markâsmiles in place, well-timed laughter, easy banter with the host, heartfelt (but vague) answers about their âhiatus.â It was textbook media training. They were doing everything right. All that was left now was to wrap it up and say a goodbye to-
âRumi, can you tell us about the marks on your skin?âÂ
The question cut through her like her blade. She froze. Smile plastered on, suddenly hollow. Her mouth was dry. Her breath caught in her chest like a trap had sprung. She couldnât move.
âRumi?â The interviewer asked again after a pregnant pause.Â
So sweet, so easy on the eyes, but hideous on the inside.
Youâre a demon. A mistake
The voices weren't realâthey never were. But they echoed anyway.
Rumi prided herself on being kind. Steady. Controlled. But now something hot and ancient stirred inside herârage that burned like it had during her confrontation with Celine. A primal anger that whispered,theyâre afraid of you. They hate you for what you are.
âThe marks,â she said, visibly tense, hands clenched in her lap. Her voice taught like a wire about to snap âThey show what I am. What Iâve been through. And if people want to call me names because of them, fine. But I won't apologize for surviving.â
Her voice wavered slightly on the last word. Only Mira and Zoey saw the Honmoonâhovering faintly over the roomâripple with a sudden flush of pink.
Zoey gently put her hand on her knee, grounding her.
âWhat she means,â Mira jumping in smoothly, âis that Rumiâs always been the strongest of us, these patterns just prove it.â
âOh, wellâof course she is! The fearless leader of Huntrix!â the interviewer said quickly, eager to move on. Offstage, Bobby looked like he might pass out.
The rest of the interview passed in a blur. Rumi remembered smiling, waving at the fans through the camera. She hoped it looked real. She hoped it was enough.
-
Later, back in the greenroom, the makeup was off but the ache remained. Rumi sat on the edge of the couch, shoulders hunched, staring at her reflection in a darkened vanity mirror. The patterns on her arms shimmered faintly in the low light.
The room was quiet now. Zoey and Mira had gone to change into their normal clothes. Bobby was somewhere talking to press. For the first time all night, Rumi was alone.
And thatâs when the singing began.
A soft, familiar melodyâoff-key, slightly warpedâfloated from the hallway.
Takedown, takedown
Takedown, down, down, down
Her heart stuttered.
No one was supposed to be here.
She frantically looked around, telling herself that this wasnât real. It couldnât be. Gwi Ma was gone. They had defeated him after the IDOL awards.Zoey and Mira loved her.
They had promised.
They had promised, right?
A faint purple glow caught her eyeâcoming from the corner where the vanity mirror stood.Â
Part of her still hated looking in the mirror.
She whipped her head around anyways and ran over to see her reflection. There they were. To her horror a grotesque, distorted image of Mira and Zoey looked back at her. Their eyes held nothing but contempt and malice. Their voices rang out with the words that haunted her every waking moment.Â
âCause I see your real face and it's ugly as sin
Time to put you in your place 'cause you're rotten within
When your patterns start to show
It makes the hatred wanna grow outta my veinsâ
They dragged their hands across the Honmoon and summoned their weapons pointing them at Rumi. Only then did she notice her own reflection.
Her patterns were dark again, like a bruise and angry. Her irises blazed orange. Her hands had transformed into purple claws. Sharp teeth. Horns curling from her scalp.
No. No. No.
This isn't happening. I won't become this.
The patterns on her face pulsed with angry light, as if resisting her panic. With a guttural cry, Rumi dragged her claws across her face, desperate to tear the patterns away. They remainedâuntouched. Her skin, unmarred. The glow intensified, mocking her.
Her scream tore through the room as she summoned her blade from the Honmoon, raising it above her headâshaking, wild-eyedâready to strike.
âRUMI NO!â
Zoey burst into the room and tackled her just as the blade came down. They tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs and tears. Rumi panted, trembling as she looked into Zoeyâs terrified eyes.
âRumi!â Zoey sobbed, holding her tightly. âWhat were you doing?!â
Rumi couldnât answer. Her breath came in ragged gulps as she pushed Zoey off her with a grunt and ran back to the mirror.
Her patterns were back to their iridescent shine. But her face bore angry red scratches from her clawsâevidence of her breakdown.
Zoey hurriedly got up from the floor and ran over to her. She grabbed a tissue from the vanity and dabbed at the few drops of blood that had managed to break through Rumiâs skin and gently stroked Rumiâs hair with trembling fingers.Â
âRumi, what happened?â she whispered, barely louder than a breath. âYou really scared me.I thought we said weâd talk about how youâre feeling⊠not keep it all in again.â
Rumi trembled. The hallucination still clawed at the edges of her mind.Â
âYou donât know what itâs like!â Rumi blurted out. Her voice rose to a yell âYou have no idea how it feels to look in the mirror and not know if youâre the monster everyone fears!â Â
Zoey gasps at Rumiâs outburst.Â
The door creaked. Mira stood in the doorway, half-dressed, expression hard to read.
âWhatâs going on here?â she demanded, eyes zeroing in on Rumiâs torn face. âRumi what the hell happened to your face?â
Zoeyâs soft sniffles caught both of their attention. Tears were softly falling from her eyes.Â
âZoey,â Rumi said, realizing what she had done. âIâm sorry- I didnât mean to-â
Mira quickly crossed the room and wrapped Zoey in her arms, pulling her protectively to her side.âCome here,â she murmured, gently brushing Zoeyâs hair behind her ear. Then she turned to Rumi. Her tone softened, but carried weight.
âRumi... I donât know what happened to you during that interview, or just now. But yelling at Zoey? After everything? Thatâs not okay.â
Rumi looked down, ashamed.
âButâŠâ Mira continued, more gently now, âI do know that somethingâs eating at you. I saw it in your eyes. I felt it when you spoke tonight. Youâre scared. And you're hurting. I get it.â
She brushed Zoeyâs hair back, soothing her.
âBut youâre not alone. You donât have to claw your way through this by yourself. Thatâs what weâre here for. But if you shut us outâif you lash out at usâitâs going to feel even worse.â
Miraâs eyes softened.
âPlease donât make us feel like weâre losing you again.â
Rumi didnât respond. She couldnât.
Mira turned with Zoey in her arms and guided her toward the door. Just before leaving, she glanced over her shoulder.
She didnât close it.
Rumi hoped that meant something.Â
She collapsed onto the couch, breathing in silence.
She looked at the mirror again.
This time, her reflection didnât taunt her. It simply stared. Her face was back to normalâbut the scratches, the wild eyes, the fearâthey were all real.
She touched the claw marks on her cheek.
What if it happens again?
 What if next time theyâre not there to stop me?
 What if⊠I become the thing Iâm trying to protect them from?
She curled her arms around herself.
And the Honmoon shimmered faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat.
-
Rumi liked going to the rooftops at night.Â
Looking down at the city made her problems feel smallerâalmost manageable. She watched the Honmoon shimmer in the sky above the skyline, its glow dancing in the same colors as her patterns. The wind kissed the exposed skin on her cheeks, making the fading marks there sting.
Huntrix had finished the second night of their world tour just a day ago. Rumi shouldâve been resting.
But she couldnât stop thinking.
What if the episodes kept coming back?
What if she could never truly feel the love Mira and Zoey had for her? What if she ruined itâagain?
Her eyes welled with tears as she tugged at the sleeves of her jacket, trying to hide the patterns on her arms. Since sheâd upset Zoey, sheâd gone back to covering them. She couldnât bear to let anyone see them right now.
âYou always did pick the dramatic spots,â came a soft voice behind her.
Rumi didnât turn, but she knew it was Mira.
âWe brought snacks,â Zoey added, holding up a convenience store bag like it was a peace offering.
âI got those spicy shrimp chips you like,â she said, nudging her playfully. âI also⊠mightâve eaten half the bag on the way up.â
The girls sat on either side of Rumi, thighs touching. They were all silent for a moment. Rumi sat as still and rigid as a statue. She was afraid that any sudden movement would break her and show.
Miraâs hand on her thigh was all it took.Â
âI keep seeing it,â she whispered. âThat moment⊠after the IDOL Awards. When you bothâwhen you raised your weapons at me.â
Zoey tensed beside her. Mira closed her eyes.
âI know you were trying to help,â Rumi said quickly. âI know. But⊠something in me keeps going back to it. My brain replays it like itâs proof. That the people I love most once thought I was dangerous enough to stop.â
Her voice cracked.
âAnd then the dreams started. That hallucination in the greenroom? It wasnât the first time. Itâs always you two. But wrong. Demonic. Cruel. Singing Takedown like it was written for me. Telling me Iâm a mistake. That Iâm rotten inside.â
She wiped her nose on her sleeve.
âAnd the worst part is⊠I believed them.â
Mira exhaled slowly.
âYou werenât you in that moment. You were hurting. Overwhelmed. We thought we were losing you.â Zoey said softly.
Rumi shook her head and let out a sob. âBut you still aimed at me!â
Mira reached for her handâslowly, like approaching a wild animal. She waited for Rumi to flinch. She didnât.Â
âWe didnât know what else to do,â Mira confessed. She placed her hand on Rumiâs cheek and gently turned her head towards her.Â
Zoey leaned her head on Rumiâs shoulder. âYou saved us, Rumi. You saved everyone. And you still think you're the villain of the story.â
âBecause I was the villain of the story,â Rumi said, voice breaking. âWeâre hunters. Weâre supposed to kill demons. So what does that make me?â
She looked down at her covered arms, her voice barely audible.
âMy whole life I was told these patterns were wrong. That I had to hide them. That once they were gone, I could finally start living the life I pretended to have. But theyâre still hereâand now I know theyâll never go away.â
Her breath hitched.
âHow could I ever expect you to love me when I canât even stand to look at myself in theÂ
The silence that followed was thick. Unmoving. The only sound was the wind brushing past them.
Mira was the first to speak.
âRumi⊠when we first saw you with patterns, we were scared. That partâs true. We were confusedâbecause we were raised to fear demons. Raised to believe they couldnât be trusted.â
Rumi flinched, but Mira didnât let go.
âBut even more than that, we were taught to rely on each other. To love each other. And we know you, Rumi.â
She reached over Rumiâs legs, gently took Zoeyâs hand, and laced their fingers together. âSo if youâre part demon? That doesnât change a damn thing.â
Zoey shifted closer. Her voice was soft, but unwavering.
âI donât love you despite your patterns, Rumi,â she whispered. âI love you because you fight through every reason you were told not to. Every lie. Every fear. You wake up and try again. Thatâs who you are.â
She kept one hand in Miraâs, and with her free one, gently placed Rumiâs hand over her chest.
âThis? You already have it. All of it.â
Mira leaned in and put her forehead on Rumiâs.Â
âWe were told to fear demons our whole lives. But Iâve never met anyone with more heart than you,â she murmured. âYou carry your pain like armor, but youâve never once used it to hurt someone. You donât scare me, Rumi. You ground me.â
She brushed her lips softly against Rumiâs temple.
âWe donât want the version of you thatâs hiding. We want you. All of you. Patterns and all.â
[Arcane preference] reacting to their s/o wearing mobility aids
When I said I was prioritizing the illnesses I had, I didnât expect the hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, but here we are. For those who donât know what it is: itâs a genetic condition that affects the ligaments, making them longer and/or looser, which cause problems over time. In my case, it affects my legs, so Iâll write about those. As always, if you want to read more of my work, you can click on the coloured texts! here the Tumblr masterlist, and here are the first two chapters of Everytime it Rains.
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Jayce:
Heâs well-versed in what to do and not do, being around two people with a similar condition (though heâll never call it a "disease" out loud for fear of making anyone uncomfortable).
His help is as subtle as possible: heâll grab your backpack, shoulder bag, or anything else youâre carrying to keep you from overexerting yourself.
During walks, heâs the one whoâll suddenly mention itâs getting cold, too hot, or that he just remembered something, as soon as he senses youâre getting tired, assuming your fatigue is worse than his.
The first time you said, âIâll pass, my knees are about to bendâ he didnât realize they bent backwards, and when he saw what that actually meant, he went pale.
He felt guilty about his reaction for at least a week.
Viktor:
Tell him something he doesnât know.
Heâs the one whoâll comment, âWhereâs your brace?â if he sees you with bare legs and no aid, maybe tapping your foot lightly with his cane to emphasize his disapproval.
On the bad daysâwhen fatigue, cold, or any external factor makes both of your legs uselessâyou end up helping each other out, spending most of the time on the couch with pillows under his knees and your legs draped over his.
If you have to do something alone while heâs busy, heâll ask Jayce to accompany you, ensuring you donât overdo it without realizing.
Ekko:
Honestly, he couldnât care less. I mean, itâs not a big problem for him
The first time he saw your knees bend weirdly and too much, he just said, âOuch.â
Other than that, there are hoverboards! If your legs stop cooperating at some point in the day, heâll just have you balance seated on the hoverboard, saying itâs a gentlemanâs duty to escort such an attractive lad/lady around.
He doesnât ask what you want or need; he just does it, whether itâs bringing you food or removing your knee brace to let your skin breathe.
If heâs going to be away from the house for a while, he leaves a few things ready for you, like water bottles, so you donât have to strain yourself carrying them up the stairs on your own.
When he sees youâre worn out, heâll ask if you want a massage, using some body butter to improve circulation, relieve stress, and keep your skin elastic.
Vander:
His first instinct would be to carry you, but since thatâs sweet yet sometimes awkward, you both agree that at night âitâs a manâs right to carry his wife/husband to bed, disability or notâ.
He doesnât know exactly how to help, so aside from asking if you need anythingâlike grabbing your aids, bringing them to you, or helping you put them onâhe wonât push, knowing youâll ask for help if you need it.
If you need to go upstairs, heâll always walk behind you so that if your knees give out, he can catch you and avoid disaster.
At least two rectangular pillows appear in every useful room so you can place them under your knees. The problem is that you forget about them most of the time, so theyâre not much helpâat least until he comes along, lifts your legs, and places them in a more comfortable position.
"My legs hurt."
"Oh no, Iâm sorry, Iâm afraid weâll have to cut them off," he jokes with a mock-serious expression, bursting into laughter when you swat at him in response.
Silco (old man):
Some things you could do on your own but feel more intimate when done together. Thatâs why you often trot into his office with the fabric sleeve and brace in hand, handing them to him, and he gives you his shimmer syringe in return.
Thereâs no specific reason beyond the mental closeness and vulnerability of the act.
âToo tight?â will always be his question, even though he knows by now how to adjust it perfectly and doesnât need to ask.
When youâre together, heâs the one to carefully remove it, stroking your leg while lost in thought.
He never sends anyone to assist you; instead, he asks if you think it would be better to have someone accompany you, making sure you reassure him if you insist you can manage alone.
Silco (Young Man):
Zaun isnât exactly suitable for crutches or unsteady footing, so as soon as you let him know about your condition, he feels even more compelled to improve the city (or at the very least, smooth out the streets).
Heâll ask questionsâfew but directâto understand what it is and how he should act.
If you drop something, heâll be quick but subtle about picking it up and putting it somewhere easier for you to reach.
âDo you want to go home?â is the question heâll ask you most often, even if itâs just with a look, despite you explaining multiple times that youâll let him know if you canât keep going.
But he knows you push yourself beyond your limits, so he worries.
At night, heâs made it a small ritual to massage your legs when you stretch them out in bed, and it actually helps relieve the tension.
Jinx:
âI can make you a mechanical one.â
When you explain what the condition is and that you donât need a replacement leg but help for the ones you have, she starts carrying around a notebook, taking notes on the âflawsâ of your aid to make you a custom version better suited to your daily life and body.
âIâll do it!â is her go-to response for anything you need to do that she thinks takes too much effort. She doesnât even ask; she just throws herself into it with so much enthusiasm it becomes amusing after a while.
You donât have many intact knee braces or aids left, because according to her, they were âboring,â and sheâs customized themâthough they still work pretty well.
Even if she wonât admit it, sheâs become even more protective of you. For example, if someone bumps into you in the street, sheâs ready to jump to your defense immediately.
Vi:
She doesnât really know how to react or respond because of how versatile the condition is. How does she figure out which days your legs wonât work and which ones they will? Or when theyâll start hurting before itâs too late?
You two agree on a small code: you tap her hand or shoulder three times rhythmically when you start to feel fatigued so that if youâre in public or with company, you donât have to announce it to everyone if you donât want to. Sheâll immediately understand.
Sheâs a little scared of doing the wrong thing. She doesnât know how to handle it and, even though she tries not to, she starts to perceive you as more fragile, moving with a fear of accidentally hurting you.
But she learns over time. Sheâll simply ask more often if you need anything when sheâs going to the kitchen or the store.
And when youâre cuddling, sheâll pull your legs onto hers.
Caitlyn:
She asks you to explain the condition to herâwhat you can and canât do and how she can help.
Sheâs the ultimate advocate for your aid.
If you skip wearing it one morning because you donât feel like it or the pain hasnât started yet, you can bet sheâll notice and say something.
Sure, it can be a bit annoying, but considering itâs a degenerative condition, you know sheâs right, so you canât really get mad at her.
If youâre just not in the mood, sheâll put it on for you herself, with such care that you start to wonder if thereâs an instruction manual she got that you didnât.
Beyond that, sheâs not overbearing. She trusts that youâll communicate when you donât feel like doing something, and she doesnât presume to know your limits better than you do.
Mel:
Itâs not too much of a problem, considering most of your activities together donât involve much walking or moving due to her work.
That doesnât stop her from taking an interest, though. At least once a week, sheâll ask you how your legs are
If they hurt, if you need different support or more comfortable shoes, or if you just need a footrest or a cushionâsheâs ready and ensures everything you might need is on hand. If she canât get it herself, sheâll send someone.
During dinners, she privately asks whoever is in charge of arranging things to provide you with a footrest and an extra cushion on your chair. If you tell her itâs unnecessary, her response will be, âCanât I spoil my partner a little?â
She knows youâll let her know if youâre having issues, but she takes all the necessary precautions to ensure no problems arise in the first place.
Sevika:
Again, tell her something she doesnât know.
The difference between your legs and her armâbesides the fact that yours are still intactâis that they require less messy and time-consuming maintenance than hers. So not only does she not mind helping, but she hardly even notices.
She wonât ask if you need anything unless you say so or show explicit signs of struggling. Itâs a deliberate choice to avoid making you feel like she thinks youâre not independent or capable.
On the couch or in bed, sheâll have you rest your legs on hers and prop you up with cushions behind your back, making sure youâre fully supported.
authorâs note : this got me out of my writers block ( FREAKING FINALLY ) so thank you anon!
â galinda loves being the centre of attention, loves it, especially when she gets to be the centre of your attention. sheâs not used to not getting what she wants, not used to not being the sun, the moon, the planets, and stars in everyoneâs galaxy, so the idea of her having to share your attention with anyone else is such a foreign concept to her
â galinda, who always wants to hang out with you! she wants to study together ( though itâs mostly you working and her staring at you with big goo goo eyes because you look so pretty when youâre concentrating! ) or going on super elaborate dates sheâs planned out, or just hanging out in her dorm and kissing until she canât stop giggling
â so when you start to hang out with someone else just a tad bit more than you do her, like maybe you eat lunch with some your classmates instead of going off with her, or if you say you canât come over that night because youâre hanging out with someone else, she freaks out!
â why donât you wanna hang out with her anymore? did she do something wrong? was she a bad girlfriend? did she hurt your feelings? elphaba finds her in bed curled up in ball with her knees tucked up to her chest, overthinking every little thing the two of you have ever done, trying to figure out why you might be mad at her
â spoiler alert! youâre not mad! sheâs just a chronic overthinker who canât go a day without getting to hold your hand and kiss you
â the moment you come over next sheâs bawling in your arms and begging for you to forgive her because she doesnât understand why youâre mad and sheâs sorry if she hurt your feelings! sheâs so not used to feeling so strongly about someone and she doesnât want to mess a single thing up
â in an instant youâre cuddling her and kissing her face and insisting she didnât do anything wrong, and that sheâs been nothing but the most amazing girlfriend imaginable! you just wanted to spend some time with your other friends, thatâs all! you donât love her any less
â sheâs all pouty and red in the face and somehow as elegant and pretty as ever, maybe even more, when she looks up at you
âgalinda, what are you talking about? you are nothing short of the most amazing girlfriend on the planet! just because weâre not spending every second of every day together doesnât mean i love you any lessâ
âyou p - p - promise?â
â galinda tries not to be super clingy after that, tries to teach herself that just because youâre hanging out with your friends or youâre not sleeping over every night, that it doesnât mean you donât care about her or what to break up, tries to teach herself that she doesnât need to be always be the centre of attention. sheâs still learning! itâs her first time being a relationship that she really does care about
â of course she can only handle so much, itâs hard not to be clingy and possessive when she sees someone blatantly flirting with you! youâre her girlfriend after all!
â the moment someone touches your arm sweetly or compliments your hair or clothes in a definitively not platonic way, sheâs practically appearing at your side, arms wrapped around your waist with her face nuzzled into your shoulder
â sheâs constantly kissing your cheek, snuggling up against you, squeezing your hand, and repeating the word âgirlfriendâ over and over until whoever decided they had the right to even breathe in the direction of you awkwardly wanders off
âoh! i donât believe weâve met, iâm galinda upland, her GIRLFRIEND!â âi was just in the bathroom, hope i didnât keep my GIRLFRIEND waiting for too long!â âthanks for taking such good care of my GIRLFRIEND, but i can take it from here, as i am her GIRLFRIEND, and she is my GIRLFRIENDâ
â she doesnât leave your side for the rest of the night, flipping her hair in the direction of ( and maybe even into the face of ) anyone who tries to hit on you. youâre her girlfriend! not theirs!
â she canât help but feel insecure though, her face is a nervous mix between a scowl and a pout for most of the night, constantly squeezing your hand as if to remind herself that youâre very much still there, that you havenât left her for someone else
â itâs not until she drags you back to her dorm does she break down, blubbering about how sheâs worried about ânot being good enoughâ and how âeveryone who hit on you was so much sexier and cooler than herâ and how âsheâs not even that good of a girlfriend because she doesnât know what sheâs doing! but she doesnât want to screw anything up!â
â youâre barely able to calm her down, let alone pull her into your arms and lead her over towards her bed
âssh, sh, hey, hey, galinda look at me. nobody at that stupid party was as cool or sexy or amazing as you are. you are the brightest, most wonderful person iâve ever met, and iâd be an idiot to even consider dumping you for some dumb guy or girl who tries to hit on me. you donât have to be perfect, nobodies perfect baby, but you are damn well pretty close. i love galinda upland, nothings gonna change thatâ
â somehow that made her cry more! not out of sadness but just because sheâs so overwhelmed with joy and love because you love her and you think sheâs perfect and pretty and sexy and amazing, and it made her heart flutter in her chest so hard sheâs worried itâll explode
â she flops right against you, burying her face into your shoulder and mumbling âi love youâ over and over and over until she finally stops crying, and by then youâre both exhausted
â you end up spending the night at hers, galinda tucked against your chest your face buried in her hair, arms cradling her protectively
â she ends up staying awake long after youâve fallen asleep. titling her head up just so, watching and listening to you breathe because youâre the most gorgeous creature on earth and sheâs the one who gets to lay against you like this, and sheâs not sure something else has ever made her happier
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