#sister bonds

[giggly-squiggily]

i want a tickle fanfic of lee rumi and ler mira and zoey!!

Heyo! We're gonna attempt to crack *cracks knuckles and neck* several eggs into the pan at once >:) All of these ideas/requests are excellent, so I'm gonna Frankenstein them! A little bit of this, a little bit of that, hehe <3 I hope y'all like it! :D

CW: Very light angst

SPOILERS FOR K-POP DEMON HUNTERS!

Summary: {Post-Canon} It's their first real night together after the events of the Honmoon, and Rumi's feeling scared and vulnerable. Zoey and Mira remind her she's forever family.

Rumi’s hands trembled slightly as she looked in the mirror, eyes trailing the fading purple marks along her skin. Permanent reminders of who she was and what she’ll forever be. A half-demon.

It’s fine. She reminded herself sharply. They know now.

It didn’t make leaving the bathroom any easier. She stared at the marks along her arms and stomach one last time before turning on her heels, forcing herself to walk towards the living room.

There, she heard voices. Zoey’s adorable giggles mixed with Mira’s dry humor as they flipped through movie options. The coffee table was topped from edge to edge with snacks and drinks, fuzzy blankets tossed over their legs and a scented candle burning somewhere nearby. They were squished together, two perfect halves of Rumi’s heart. She felt her feet start to slow, suddenly hesitant to intervene.

They always knew she was in the room. Their gazes looked back, focusing on her. They trailed her body, from her train-coated pajama pants to the cropped tank top she always loved but suddenly felt strange now that her markings were present. They locked onto her face, and Rumi prayed her expression wasn’t too nervous.

There were no words. Mira scooted back some from Zoey, making a hole. Said girl pulled back the blanket, patting the spot between them invitingly.

Rumi bit her lip as her eyes burned, almost running to the spot and settling between them. Her fears melted away, leaving her feeling dizzy with relief. “So, what are we watching?”

“Business Proposal!” Zoey all but squealed, making them laugh. “It’s Mira’s favorite!”

“You don’t have to keep picking my favorites. I’ll watch whatever you want.” The other gave a weak defense, her arm coming around Rumi’s shoulders in a loose hug.

“Yeah but you have the best taste in the group. Why would we not watch it?” Rumi snuggled against her, nearly crying again when Zoey laid across her lap- head against her chest and arms looped around her waist. Just like that, she’d become one with their squish. “Besides, I’m always in the mood for some Kang Tae-Moo.”

“Oo, someone’s got a crush~” Zoey teased in a singsong voice, just like she always did whenever Rumi openly swooned for the lead. Mira made mock kissy noises in her ear, making her duck and giggle. Why was she afraid of this again? “Ready?”

“Not yet.” Oh. Right. Rumi felt her anxiety shoot up at Mira’s sudden tone shift, unable to look back. “Rumi, this isn't right.

Oh gods. She tried to get up, eyes misting. “I’m sorry-”

Any moves, words or tears she was about to let out vanished with a loud, unadulterated squeal. A noise she let out herself! “Nohohohohohohoo! Whahahit, wahahahit, cohohohome ohohohohon!”

“Come on, nothing! You came in here like you were about to be on death row!” Zoey chided with mock anger, her fingers rapid as they wiggled into her bare stomach and sides. “We can’t have a K-drama night with you looking so sad! It throws off the whole vibe!”

“Yeah! Plus it makes us feel bad. You know we love you- we’ll always love you! No matter what your blood is!” Mira did sound angry, but her words and touch were so genuinely loving and gentle it softened the blow. “So don’t look at us like that. Like we’ll turn our back on you ever again.”

“Iihihihi’m sohohohorry! Ehehaehhaa, I’m sohohohohorry! It’s my aahahanxiihihihe-EhEHEhehehehehehehhe!” Rumi nearly flew out of their embrace when Zoey began tracing the markings along her skin. “Nohohohohoho, cuhuhuht thahahaht ohohohout!”

“Whoa, Mira! I found a new tickle spot!” Zoey cheered, practically glowing. “Trace her marks!”

“Oh?” Said woman did just that. The ones along her shoulders seemed especially sensitive. “Would you look at that. I think we found a new way to keep our precious Rumi happy.”

“Noohohooho! Nohohoho whahahahy! Thahaht’s sohohoho unfahha-EEHEHEhahahahhaaAHHAHAIR!” No matter how much kicking and squirming she did, Rumi couldn’t escape. Not that she’d want to, really. As ticklish as it was, their embraces were so warm and comforting. She could live with them abusing this newfound ticklish of hers if it meant she could stay with them forever. “Ahhahahaha, Zohohohoohohoey!”

“Yehehes?” The brunette mocked her sweetly, pretending to color in a mark against her waist. “You know, you should get some iridescent body paint and really have these stand out on stage! You’d look like a fairy!”

“She was a fairy.” Mira quoted automatically.

“Stohohohohop quohohohoting tihihihktohohohok! EHahhahaa-AHH!” Mira’s hand in the back of her neck had her scrunching up and squirming down. “Pleahahahhahase! Pleahahahhase enohohohough! I’m hahahappy! I prohohomise I’m hahahahappy!”

“Hmmm..okay.” The tickles came to an end, but the embrace remained. Mira pulled her up gently by the arms, giving her armpits one last tickle and making her squeal. Zoey chirped with mirth at that, snuggling into her chest once more and getting comfortable. “Hehe, your heart is racing like a bird.”

“Oohohoho, that could be a soohong.” Rumi huffed out, ever the workaholic. “Ohoohr a lhehheryic.”

“Hey, we’re on break today.” Mira reminded gently, giving them both a squeeze. “No song planning…I’ll write that down.”

“Already did!” Zoey held up her phone, grinning. Then she tossed it aside, hand lazily reaching for the remote so they could watch their show. “Kang Tae-Moo time!”

“Whooooo!” The three cheered, dissolving into laughter as Love Maybe began to play. Rumi shifted until she was properly snuggled into Mira, one hand in Zoey’s hair while the other found the redhead’s. It was warm, and when she laced their fingers, it squeezed back firmly. She felt Mira place a sweet, subtle kiss to her crown, sending waves of comfort through her core. “I love you girls.”

“We love you too.” Zoey whispered, and Mira’s hand squeezed hers again.

Thanks for reading!

[heartofspells]

Now give me some Evans sister bonding? Cause ouch

"Lily! Why are you sitting in the window? Get down from there before you fall!" shrieks Petunia as she enters her sister's bedroom, panic rising.

"I'm not going to fall," comes Lily's distracted response. Her back is turned away from Petunia, focus trained on something she can't see. "Come here. I've made you something."

Petunia rolls her eyes and shuffles over. She pulls her legs up over the edge of the window, dangling them outside it to match her sister's. Lily turns and presents her with a paper bird she's folded into perfect little lines.

Petunia huffs. "You make those all the time. It's nothing special," she mutters. Then she softens a little as Lily's bright green eyes land on her, nearly too large for her small face. "But it's lovely."

"No, but watch," insists Lily, holding her hand elevated in front of her in the open air. The birds wings suddenly flutter, and then the paper is floating out of Lily's hand, flapping and hovering in the gentle breeze for a moment before it's soaring around the open space, eventually sailing back to land in Lily's palm again.

"Oh," says Petunia, and Lily stares at her, waiting and hopeful. Petunia is never sure what to say or how to feel in these instances. She can't do these things, and neither can their parents. Lily is just odd. Making paper fly isn't normal. "You know doing that is weird, don't you?" she remarks finally, and she watches as Lily's head falls a little.

"I can't help it, Pet," she mumbles. And she looks so downtrodden that Petunia can barely stand it, squashing down her feelings and doubts. She wraps one arm around her sister and pulls her close against her side.

"Do it again," she whispers encouragingly. "Make her fly up to the sun. Go on."

Lily looks up at her then, the brightest smile gracing her face, eyes crinkling delightfully, freckles stretching with her skin. She sends the bird back into the air, the two girls watching it, heads moving with its motions, still staring up towards the sky even when they lose sight of it.

[thatlesbian94-blog]

Love This ^.^

(Sister and I)

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[cheergrlsimmer]

These two are my absolute favorite❤️

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(Note: I wasn’t planning on writing in Khol’s perspective, but I didn’t realize that I was typing in her POV until later, when I was re-reading it. So…I guess here’s a short story told in her view? Hope it's not too badly told/written. I might come back and change it into third person later, though. I'll see.) 

"Who took this?!" I yell out before turning around, eyeing McKenzie, one of my half siblings, suspiciously. 

She holds up her hands and backs up, "It wasn't me." 

I look at her for a few more seconds. Sighing, I slip the photo into my pockets and walk out of my cabin. On my way, I bump into a figure just a little taller than me. 

"I'm sorry," I say, before checking who I collided into. 

"No worries," a voice replies. "Are you alright? Seems like you're in a sort of hurry. What happened?" 

I open my eyes--I don't remember shutting them--and recognize the person I ran into as Wyatt, a son of Tyche. His hair is dark blonde, or light brown. Not sure which. His eyes are blue, but sometimes they're green. So I guess this makes them hazel. 

It isn't until he waves his hand in front of my face I realize I have not given him an answer yet. I clear my throat before answering, "I, uh, am looking for someone." 

Mentally, I face-palm myself. I've been here for more than a while, and I still haven't gotten used to talking to people. Especially ones outside of my cabin, and, well, Bridget--but that's a different story. 

"I can help, if you'd like." 

I hesitate before saying anything. "Sure. I don't know how long it'll be until I find her though, so..." 

He chuckles, "It's alright. It's not as if I have much to do anyways." 

It was then I notice his bandaged arm. “You sure you want to?" 

Wyatt tilts his head and shrugs lightly, “Yes, I’m sure.” 

“Okay, but…"

“I’ll be fine. And besides, if it gets worse, Evelyn and Alexis will just say it's my own fault." 

"Why would they say that?" I raise my eyebrows. 

“Oh. Well..because I'm sort of supposed to be resting." 

"Then you should be--" 

He cuts me off by waving his hand at me, “I thought you were looking for someone?” 

Putting my hands up, I sigh. “Yeah. Her name’s Bridget.” 

“Now what do you need me for?” 

I turn around and fold my arms when I see her. “Do you really need to ask that?” 

She blinks and frowns at me, “Well, yeah. Isn’t that what people say when they have a question? Ask?” 

“Wait,” now I’m the one frowning, “If you’re not the one who took it, then who did?” 

“Took what?” 

I take out the photo and shows it to her. “This!” 

When I look back at her, she had a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. "Bridget. Not now.” 

She puts her free hand up and tries to hide her face. As if I can’t tell she’s trying not to laugh. Shaking my head, I sigh. “Go ahead. Let it out.” 

Bridge stops holding in her laughter and burst out laughing. Wyatt comes over and asks what was so funny. Bridget shows him the photo and a moment later, he joins her too. 

“Guys! Please! I—“ I stop and chuckle as well. Their laughs must be contagious. 

Bridget hands the photo back to me a few seconds later and says, “Have you asked your sister yet?” 

I open my mouth to say something but then close it just before doing so. “You know, I have not.” 

Just then, as if on cue, Cassidy passes by and when she sees us, she picks up her pace. That’s when I realize: it was her all along. “Cassidy!” I cry out, but not before she starts to run. 

I grab Bridget’s hand and Wyatt’s arm before deciding to go after her. "This way." 

"Khol--" Bridget starts. 

"Yeah, I don't think--" Wyatt tries to say.

But I'm already running.