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'Third wheel'

"Rumi feels out of place."

Polytrix. Angst+comfort

Rumi hadn't said anything.

She didn't have to.

But during a movie night cuddle pile- when Zoey had looked so particularly radiant, laughing at some dumb pun that was hardly funny and mira had kissed her temple with a smile like they'd done it a thousand times. Because they had.

Rumi couldn't help but feel small, insignificant.

Zoey, previously half- asleep and laughing at everything that moved suddenly became hyper aware of her surroundings. She also stayed quiet for a moment, observing.

Zoey (suddenly getting off the couch): "Mira, can we talk? Alone?"

Mira (confused by the sudden change in tone, nods and stands up): "Sure?"

The two girls leave to talk. Leaving Rumi alone on the couch convinced her insecurities were just confirmed.

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"The Talk"

Zoey pulled mira into her room, far enough so rumi couldn't hear.

Zoey: "I think... I think rumi's feeling left out."

Mira (her expression softened): "What makes you say that, Zo?"

Zoey (she hugs her arms around herself): "It's just the way she's been looking at us... love she doesn't feel like she should be there. It's too familiar.."

Mira (gently takes Zoey’s hands in her own): "Hey, talk to me, Zoey. What do you think we would do to help?"

The Talk turned into a plotting scheme, what huntrix does best. Zoey's guilt turned into giggles as she plotted silly non–realistic ways to comfort Rumi. Mira was the senseable one but let zoey go on with her plans just because she liked her rants.

When they came out of the room Mira was out of her pajamas and in casual clothes. Mira kissed Rumi on the cheek and left the apartment with a casual,

"I've got a few errands to run, you're in good hands."

And Zoey turned to Rumi with a terrifying, determined softness.

Zoey: "Okay. First things first–get cozy."

Within the next few minutes Rumi was gently pinned to the couch by a clingy Zoey in her oversized hoodie. Zoey pressing dozens of kisses anywhere she could reach, cheeks, nose, forehead, shoulder, jaw like each one was sealing a promise.

Zoey speaking 900 words per second while cupping her face:

"You're literally perfect, like, devastatingly pretty–have you seen yourself?? I'm obsessed with your eyes. And your hands. And you're laugh. I've rewatched your livestreams just to hear it over and over. I love that smile, the real one, not the fake one you use at photo shoots, the smile you make at home like when Ninja stuffed himself in the coffee mug. Oh! And the little fangs that pop out when you get flustered and try to hide the pretty smile. Don't get me started on your patterns, like the northern lights dancing along your skin–"

Zoey suddenly gets serious, catching Rumi off guard. Zoey clutches her hands and whispers soft, yet firm, leaving no room for argument:

"You're not extra, Rumi. You're not a third wheel. You're a part of us. We didnt add you as a bonus. We added you because it didn't feel right without you. We missed you before we even had you. We love you. You're wanted. You're needed."

Rumi, by then, was already glassy-eyed and quiet, her lips trembling like she was trying not to cry.

Zoey (giving rumi a big hug): "Don't cry!! My heart can't handle you crying."

Rumi (sniffling while burying her face in zoey's shoulder): "you started it..."

Zoey (leans back and cups her face, forcing eye contact): "Because I love you. I'll scream it from the moon if that's what it takes for you to believe me."

They eventually melt into a sobbing, yet loved, lump on the couch.

Zoey (Running her fingers through Rumi's hair soothingly): "I know how it feels, to feel replaceable and unwanted, but.. when I met you two, I finally felt like I belonged somewhere. It hurts to bottle it up, I know that from experience. I hate seeing either of you go through that... so you don't get to be all sad without letting me help! Got it? You're getting all my love until I die. Even then, my ghost will haunt you with affection!"

Zoey's take turned playful and earned a little laugh from Rumi.

Rumi: "Okay okay, no being sad or im getting haunted by a ghostly Zoey."

A peaceful silence followed, eventually cut by Zoey.

Zoey (in a soft, quiet tone): "I love you Rumi. Alot."

Rumi (her expression melted and tears threatened to fall again): "I love you too, Zoey. Thank you.."

✨️Bonus:✨️

When Mira came home with five bags of stuff she was reasonably irritated at shopping, dealing with stupid customers and cashiers that didn't know how to do their own job.

Yet when she put the bags down she noticed it was to quiet. She walked over to the couch and immediately all her irritation was dissolved.

Zoey laying on her back on the couch, rumi laying on top of her like a body pillow. Zoey was hugging Rumi like a child would a stuffed animal, limbs wrapped around her like she would vanish.

Mira covered them up with a blanket and gave each girl a kiss on the head. Mira changed back into her pajamas and maneuvers her way on the couch, sitting with zoey's head in her lap. One hand traces zoey's freckles and the other in rumis hair. She watched over them for awhile before allowing herself to rest for the following day.

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WHY DID MY WHOLE DRAFT NOT SAVE. I gotta restart... I'll get this story to you eventually. 🫡

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New members of the family

A short polytrix oneshot bc I'm bored

The trio is lounging in the HUNTR/X penthouse after a long rehearsal day. Mira's on the couch scrolling on her phone, Rumi's sipping tea next to mira and leaning over to watch what Mira's watching, and zoey had disappeared somewhere inside their shared home...

Suddenly–

Zoey (yelling from the hallway): "GUYS!! we have babies now!!"

Mira and Rumi freeze.

Mira: "WHAT"

Rumi: "WE'RE ALL GIRLS, ZOEY, HOW??"

Mira: "WHO'S GODDAMN BABY IS THAT?"

Panic. Mira's halfway off the couch, Rumi spilt tea down her shirt, and there's a palpable moment of oh god no.

And the in the doorway is zoey. Holding two Siamese kittens under her arms like fuzzy, dangling, slightly cross-eyed baguettes.

Zoey (completely unbothered): "what? These are my kids. I'm their mom. So you're the other moms. Duh."

The kittens just blink slowly like they've accepted their fate.

Zoey (holding up one cat before switching to the other): "This one is prince. This one is Ninja."

Mira (with a sigh): "I thought you were about to tell us you got an IVF behind our backs.."

Rumi (jokingly): "I was already calculating child support."

Zoey just flops down dramatically onto the couch, both kittens tucked in her hands like furry footballs.

Zoey: "No need for that. I'll raise them myself if you abandon me.."

Mira: "Don't start."

Later that night...

Zoey tucks the kittens into a little bed made of pillows and plushies and kisses their heads.

Zoey (in a baby voice): "Goodnight, my sweet angel babies. You're gonna grow up to be the most badass kittens in the industry."

Meanwhile, Mira and Rumi are in the doorway, watching with crossed arms.

Mira: "Do we... get them kitten insurance now?"

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Sick Zoey

A short Polytrix oneshot

Zoey wakes up feeling off. Not her usual sparkle. Her throats raw, head foggy, and her legs feel like spaghetti.

She tries to push through.

She even puts on a blazer and sunglasses to hide the fact she's clearly ill.

Mira notices immediately when Zoey tries to sneak past the kitchen.

Mira: "Zoey. Why are you dressed like a suspicious CEO?"

Zoey (sniffling): "we gotta go to rehearsal–"

Rumi (appearing like a shadow): "Sit down. Now."

Zoey: "Wha–"

Mira (pulling out her phone): I'm texting Bobby. We are not practicing while she's sick... Again."

Withing 10 minutes, Zoey is stripped from her blazer, tucked into a hoodie 2 sizes too big, and placed in the middle of mira's bed like a delicate cupcake.

☁️The Baby Treatment Begins☁️

Mira brings Zoey’s favorite kind of soup.

Rumi puts cooling gel pads on her forehead and adjusts the curtains so the light doesn't hit her eyes.

Zoey tries to complain, but the congestion makes her voice crack like a boyband debuting during puberty.

Zoey (voice hoarse): "I can still be hot and mysterious..."

Mira (tucking her in): "You're hot alright, 101.8°"

Rumi: "you're only mysterious because you tried to leave the house wearing two different shoes."

🧸 Bonus cuddles 🧸

When Zoey finally passes out mid-movie, Mira and Rumi quietly climb into bed on either side.

They whisper over her sleeping head:

Rumi (with a slight frown): "she always tries to be strong even when she doesn't feel good."

Mira: "she doesn't have to be. Not with us."

Zoey sleep-mumbles something like: "Mmm... love you guys... even if I die..."

Mira (with a small smirk): "She's so dramatic."

Rumi: "Sick and Dramatic. My favorite combo.'