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Patterns (Pt. 4)

Summary: Since Y/N was a child, all she wanted was to seal the honmoon and help her sister get rid of her patterns. With Rumi’s patterns spreading, it really is now or never. Reader is Rumi’s older sister.

Reader x Abby x Romance

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Like the honmoon, Huntr/x is falling apart. They can’t agree on lyrics for Takedown. Y/N, Mira, Zoey and Rumi splinter off to their own separate rooms.

Y/N is almost grateful for the solace. She’s used to being alone, most of her childhood was spent either alone or with Rumi, after their parents were gone.

Celine loved Y/N. Rumi too, in her own way. But she could never come to terms with what they are. Part demon. She covered up their ‘flaws’ and ‘faults’ so they could be perfect hunters.

‘Maybe some demons are good, Celine.’

Y/N learned quickly to keep such opinions to herself.

The digital clock on her phone reads 7:34pm, two notifications wait at the bottom of her lock screen. A photo of her and the girls a few months ago.

Y/N on one end of their couch with her right hand curved into half a heart. Her left, cupping Zoey’s head, on her lap. The youngest girl’s body sprawled over Rumi, holding up a peace sign on each hand. Zoey’s feet resting in Mira’s lap on the opposite side, holding her left hand high to complete Y/N’s heart. Pinching her nose shut with her free hand, as though Zoey’s feet stink.

Bobby behind the camera, of course. He loves his girls.

It feels like a lifetime ago. She swipes the picture up to reveal the messages, one from Abby.

-Got you something, it’s a surprise. Miss you!

Y/N chuckles at the text, it was such a human thing to do. Acquiring phones to keep in touch with her throughout the day, because their secret meetings are no longer enough.

-Miss you too. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

They make the weight of the literal world less somehow. They help her bear it.

The text beneath Abby’s is from Romance-

-Look what we found for you, sweetheart. I know you love chocolate.

Beneath the words is a picture. An assortment of chocolate, arranged neatly into a heart shaped box.

The phone buzzes to life in her hands.

Romance.

Y/N brings it up to her ear. “Hey, you.”

“Delete the last text he sent you, don’t open it!” Abby’s voice greets her instead.

“Oh.” Y/N huffs a laugh. “I already opened it.”

Through the speaker, she can hear the two men bickering.

“Do you like it at least?” Abby grumbles.

“I do,” Y/N assures him. “It was super sweet of you.”

A knock at Y/N’s door has her ending the call with a chaste, “I’ll see you later.”

“Babe-”

Y/N hits the red button, tucking her phone beneath her pillow. “Come in.”

Rumi. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Just um,” Y/N waves a dismissive hand, “the boys.”

“Right,” Rumi’s brows knit together. The demon boys after her sister’s heart. “I was hoping we could talk.”

“Of course,” Y/N makes room for Rumi. She places her head in Y/N’s lap. Something she hasn’t done in…years. Out of habit, Y/N begins to stroke her hair.

Rumi sucks in a breath, attempting to put it all into words, “the honmoon-” she hesitates, “what if we can’t seal it?”

“Then we’ll find another way to defeat Gwi-Ma.” Y/N reasons.

“I think you’re patching the tears.” Rumi tells her. “But it’s a different kind of magic.” One she, Zoey and Mira have no idea how to use. “I can’t explain it, but it feels like you. It feels like comfort and warmth and home. Nothing hateful about it.”

“You think the white glowing stuff is me?”

“So does Jinu.” Rumi nods.

“If you’re right…” if this is just my magic, “how do we know it will even hold?” Y/N asks.

“Because if anyone can do this, it’s you.”

No pressure.

“So you and Jinu,” Y/N treads, lightly. “You really like him?”

Rumi flushes, a grin playing at her lips, “yeah.”

“Whoooo Jinu.” Y/N says, teasingly.

“Shut up.” Rumi groans.

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Y/N’s box of surprise chocolates helps boost morale, if only for a short while. She stares out at the night sky, through their penthouse bedroom window; scanning over the honmoon. All the tears, every glowing patchwork of light.

“Sweetheart?” Romance says, attempting to turn her attention back to their board game.

Y/N hardly hears him, too lost in thought.

Romance and Abby exchange a look. Abby rises from his place on the mattress, kneeling in front of Y/N, on the hardwood floor.

Y/N registers the movement, attempting to play it off, “is it my turn?”

Romance sighs, “are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m just…strategizing.” Y/N forces a laugh, patting Abby’s cheek.

“Right,” he narrows his eyes at her. “I know a liar when I see one.”

“I’m not lying.” Y/N lies, sticking to her story for all of five seconds before her shoulders fall forward in defeat. “Alright, I’m lying.”

“Progress,” Abby boops her nose.

“Admitting you have a problem is the first step.” Romance teases, crossing both legs in front of him.

“Rumi thinks my magic is patching the tears in the honmoon.” Y/N tells them.

“That could be…” Abby admits, looking to his partner for help. What do I say?

I don’t understand why she’s upset about it.

“Whatever magic it is…Gwi-Ma can’t see it.” Romance explains.

“What if it isn’t strong enough to hold?” Y/N wonders, eyes glossy.

Romance moves forward, taking her hands in his. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

Y/N nods.

Abby tells her, “if you can hold it open, you can seal it.”

“Hold it open?” Y/N stammers. “I wasn’t holding it open.”

“We don’t know for sure.” Romance cuts him off, “it’s just a theory.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Jinu calls it a ‘Rumi bubble.’” Abby chuckles. “Your magic would never do anything to hurt your sister. Somewhere, deep down, you must’ve been wary of a sealed honmoon. Your subconscious mind started to create its own way of protecting those you love. It started with the person you love the most. You created a ‘Rumi bubble.’”

“A new honmoon that would be safe for her.” Romance adds, “and now, I think that includes us too. Any demon of pure intent.”

“So the fate of humanity is on my shoulders?” Y/N scoffs.

“Not necessarily,” Abby decides. “Come here.”

Y/N takes his outstretched hand, allowing him to lead her to their large window, overlooking the city. The honmoon and its new pattern shines brightly back at them.

His arms envelope her, Y/N’s back to his chest. The patterns on his hands and forearms laid bare for her to see. “No more hiding, I’ll be shining, like I’m born to be.”

Abby’s voice is low, timid. The notes of Golden hanging heavy between them.

“Cause we are hunters, voices strong and I know I believe…” Y/N trails off, his patterns pulse in time with the honmoon. The same iridescent colors, surrounding them in warmth. Safe. So safe. Love, so much love.

“A Y/N bubble,” Romance explains, coming to stand beside them. “Your love created these bits of new magic. Love for you makes the magic grow. The less you hide who you are, stop feeling shame and fear, the stronger the love bubble becomes.” Romance tells her.

Y/N grabs his hand, pulling him into the embrace. “We’re not calling it a love bubble.”

Romance smirks, stroking over her unmarked skin, with his glowing patterns. “New honmoon?”

“Better.” Y/N lifts a shoulder.

“Let’s see if we can seal it, real quick.” Romance suggests, eyes darting to Y/N’s lips. Slightly parted, in invitation. He is mostly joking, sealing this new magic will certainly be a group effort. But this won’t hurt.

She nods, frozen between them as Romance’s mouth claims hers, in a gentle kiss. Her hands tangle in his hair. So soft. Love radiating between them, around them, even as they break apart.

Abby turns her to face him.

Y/N strokes his face with the hand that isn’t lost in Romance’s locks.

Abby’s kiss is different, haunted. Heartbreakingly gentle, as though she will slip right through his fingers.

Romance and Abby’s patterns begin to burn, molten lava coursing through their veins. Gwi-Ma’s voice echoing in their heads, louder than they’ve ever heard it. Then somehow, as suddenly as it started, the pain stops.

Y/N is still between them, eyes wide and desperate as her gaze darts between them. “What happened?”

“We have to go.” Abby presses his lips to her cheek.

“Gwi-Ma’s calling us,” Romance kisses the opposite cheek. “We’ll be back, ok?”

Y/N blinks, shell shocked and dizzy from the kiss. “I love you.” It’s too soon, too raw and too real.

“We love you too.” Romance says, immediately.

Abby follows, a second later. “We love you more.”

Gwi-Ma’s hold tightens, pulling the demons back to the underworld.

And he is not thrilled with the delay.

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Y/N is on edge the next evening. She hasn’t heard from Romance or Abby. Which is extremely unlike them. They are nothing if not attentive, making sure she knows they’re thinking of her at all times.

Rumi isn’t in her room, she must be with Jinu. If Jinu is ok, that must be a good sign right?

Y/N attempts to distract herself from the light of the honmoon, red, falling apart. The white patches dim. Fading. Coming apart.

She waits, sending another text to Romance and Abby. No response. She presses the button to call under Abby’s contact. Straight to voicemail. Then Romance’s, same thing. Y/N sighs, not bothering to change out of her pajamas. She relaces her shoes and heads for the front door.

If they won’t come to her, she’ll have to go to them. She makes it down the hallway to the front door, only to be caught by Mira and Zoey.

“Where are you going?” Mira asks.

Zoey moves from the sofa. “Are you ok?”

Y/N wants to lie. To say, ‘yes.’ But her voice betrays her, catching in her throat and all she can do is shake her head in response.

“Come here.” Mira says, opening her arms.

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Rehearsal for the Idol Awards is tense. The members of Huntr/x haven’t tripped over their own two feet during a routine in years.

“Stop.” Rumi calls, halting her movements.

“What’s going on?” Mira demands as the background track disappears.

“It’s the song,” Rumi hesitates. “I don’t think I can sing this.”

“I know,” Zoey holds up a hand, “it’s the second verse, isn’t it?” She pulls out her notebook, flipping through pages.

“It’s the whole song.” Rumi admits.

“Oh, great.” Zoey huffs a laugh, “I’ll just get rid of these.” She begins tearing at the bindings of the pages.

“Don’t, Zo.” Y/N shakes her head. Removing the pages from her hands.

“We don’t have time to change the lyrics, even if we wanted to.” Mira cuts in, “the Idol Awards are tomorrow. We can’t do this without your voice, Rumi.”

“Well I don’t think I can sing this song.” Rumi repeats, frustration evident in her tone.

Their manager, Bobby, oblivious to it all, proudly presents a basket full of their favorite snacks.

But the honmoon ripples, demons are nearby. The hunters are gone before Bobby can get a word out.

They locate the tear on top of a train full of passengers. Weapons at the ready. Only a few demons have come through…maybe there’s still a chance to fix this.

Come on Rumi bubble.

Y/N wills the tear to close, visualizes the white light sealing it up. But she is raw with emotion. With fear and anger and sadness. She misses Romance. And Abby. She misses Rumi, Zoey and Mira. The way they used to be. Back when they never fought, not over anything more serious than who got the last sweet treat.

Never in a million years did Y/N expect the words, “what is your problem?” To come from Mira’s mouth with such disdain, especially directed at Rumi.

“I told you, it’s the song!” Rumi shoots back, “it’s-”

“I’m not talking about the song! I’m talking about you!” Mira shouts, slamming the end of her staff against the metal train roof. “Why are you questioning everything we stand for when we’re so close to sealing the honmoon?”

“Mira-” Y/N reaches for her, hoping to eliminate the tension.

“What are you not telling us, Rumi?”

“I- I-” Rumi flounders, looking to her sister for help.

“What are you hiding from us?” Mira grabs Rumi’s shoulder as she tries to turn away.

Whether it is the accusation or something else entirely, Rumi finally snaps. Cracking beneath the pressure. “Not everything is about your insecurities, Mira!”

“Woah,” Y/N holds up a hand between them.

“I didn’t mean-”

“Emotions are super high right now.” Y/N says, “we cannot be at each other’s throats.”

Zoey nods, face set in a stern expression. “Both of you apologize.”

“Now.” Y/N grits out, keeping her back to the approaching demons.

“Y/N.” The tear is huge.

“I’m very aware,” Y/N’s unwavering gaze is locked on Mira, “this is equally important.”

Mira squares her shoulders, “I appreciate you having my back, but we need to focus on these demons.”

Y/N shakes her head, “I’m not going anywhere until we’re all good.” If she really is patching the tears, this would be the ultimate test.

“Get out of the way!” Rumi, Mira and Zoey shout in unison. Their voices sending out a ray of that same white, iridescent light. Encircling Y/N first and then rippling up, sealing the tear.

“Woah.”

The demons disappear, howling as they are sent back to Gwi-Ma.

The girls stand speechless, in awe of their new found power.

“Love patches the tears. Our love for each other, our love for the fans, their love for us.” Y/N explains. “Anger and confusion and hate is what’s tearing it apart. So Rumi’s right. Takedown is not the song that’s going to help us.”

“We don’t have time to write another song, Y/N. The Idol Awards are tomorrow.” Mira laments.

“We can do Golden.” Zoey suggests.

“We can figure the rest out at home.”

Rumi nods, staring down at their feet. “Yeah, we should get off the roof.”

With the passengers safe, the four of them return home. Retiring early to their rooms for a good night’s rest.

Y/N showers, changing into her pajamas and falling immediately into bed. If they lose the Idol Awards, it’ll be another year before they get a chance to reach an audience of that magnitude. But if they’re at odds with each other, how can they possibly win?

A knock at Y/N’s door has her dragging her tired limbs into a sitting position, with her back against the headboard. “Come in.” Half of her is expecting Rumi. But she’s probably off solidifying her plans with Jinu.

“Hey,” Zoey pops her head in first.

Mira is hot on her heels, closing the door behind them.

“What’s up?” Y/N cocks her head to the side as they perch themselves at the foot of her bed.

“We’re worried about you.” Mira doesn’t beat around the bush, she never has. “It isn’t like you to be so secretive, crying all the time, not knowing where Rumi is. I’m asking you to please let us help you. We will listen and we won’t judge-”

“Much.” Zoey smiles, hoping to lighten the mood.

Y/N inhales sharply. “It’s…complicated. Asking you to be ok with what I have to tell you is a big ask.”

Zoey looks as though she might cry. “We’ll get through it together.”

“Whatever it is.” Mira’s eyes are so soft, she probably isn’t far behind.

They each offer Y/N a hand. Y/N takes them in hers, giving a squeeze. “Thank you.”

“Please tell us what’s wrong.”

“Well it’s nothing really wrong,” Y/N explains, “it’s something I was born with.”

“Are you sick?” Zoey tightens her grip.

“No,” Y/N shakes her head.

“I don’t mean to rush you. But my heart is pounding, can we please cut to the big reveal?” Mira pleads.

“Yeah.” Y/N clears her throat, “I’m not going to hurt you, so don’t be afraid.”

Mira sucks in a breath as Y/N’s pupils expand, then narrow into slits, irises glowing golden. Demon.

Zoey flinches, but doesn’t withdraw her hand.

“I know.” Y/N allows tears to fall onto her cheeks. Even her voice is different, echoing and deep. “Please don’t-”

A pulse of white light flickers between them, one of them had tried to…

Y/N drops their hands. Celine was right. They will never accept her, or Rumi.

“Hey,” Mira says as Y/N shrinks away from them, like a wounded animal. “That was just me. I had to make sure you were you and not some kind of demon trick. I don’t want to hurt you or send you away.”

Y/N swallows, “no, that was smart.”

“I can see it hurt you.” Mira curses her decision, “you’re coming to us vulnerable and I-”

“It’s ok.”

“Even if you agree with what I did, I’m still sorry.” Mira tells her.

“I accept your apology.” Y/N assures her. “I’m not perfect. I don’t expect you to be.”

Mira nods.

“Do you have patterns?” Zoey asks, changing the subject.

“I don’t.” Y/N admits, “I don’t know why.”

“What about Rumi?”

Y/N sighs, “she does.”

“You said you were born this way so…part demon?”

“Our father was a demon.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Zoey wonders.

“When the honmoon was sealed, Rumi’s patterns would be gone. That’s what Celine believes. I think she always did her best to keep us safe but it made it hard to let anyone close.” Y/N explains. “But I want you close. I want you to know me.”

Zoey’s bottom lip quivers, she’s definitely going to cry.

“All of me.” Y/N pushes past the uncomfortable truth, to the place where it downright hurts. “I want you to choose to be in my life, knowing who and what I am. I want you to love me and I was afraid you wouldn’t.”

“I do.” Mira cuts her off.

“Mira-” you don’t have to.

“I do too.” Zoey says, “and we love Rumi. No matter what.”

Mira nods, “we do. I just hate that you felt like you had to hide this from us for so long.”

“Me too,” Y/N breathes. “I should have trusted you, from the beginning but I was told over and over that this acceptance, this love wasn’t a possibility. I was ashamed.”

Mira’s cheeks are stained with tears of her own. “You never have to be that again.”

Y/N sobs in relief, looking between them. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course.” Zoey agrees.

“You can literally have anything you want right now.” Mira smiles.

“Don’t tell Rumi I told you. I still want it to be her choice, when she’s ready to-”

“Secret’s safe with us.”

“But you can’t get mad at us for showing her a little extra love.” Zoey insists.

Y/N laughs, “go for it.” Rumi needs all the love she can get.

“We’re gonna hug you now,” Mira warns. “For an obscenely long time.”

“Please.” Y/N opens her arms for them.

“Everything is going to be ok.” Zoey whispers, wrapping her arms around Y/N.

Y/N nods, resting her head on her shoulder.

Mira joins in the embrace, on the opposite arm. “You will never be alone in this again.”

“Can I tell you one more secret?”

“Spill,” Zoey insists.

“I,” Y/N hesitates, “am in a relationship.”

“It’s the demon boys isn’t it?” Mira rolls her eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Called it.” Zoey raises a hand.

“No way,” Y/N snorts.

Mira smirks, bumping Zoey’s shoulder with her own. “We so called it.”

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Y/N is beginning to lose hope that Abby and Romance are ever coming back to her. Not in any real, tangible way. All texts and calls go unanswered. Voicemails full. Still no word from either of them.

Y/N has no choice but to lie the phone down and snuggle beneath her blankets. The Idol Awards are tomorrow, she can’t be up all night. She is nearly asleep when the telltale heat from one of Romance’s hearts skates across her cheek.

She springs upright, eyes wide, landing on his silhouette in the corner. “Oh my god.” Y/N rushes him, throwing both arms around his neck. “Are you ok?” She pulls back, just enough to see his face.

“I’m alright,” Romance rubs soothing circles into her spine.

“I was so worried about you.” Y/N says, breathlessly, “is Abby ok?”

“Yeah,” Romance murmurs, stroking his knuckles over her cheek. “He wanted to come, but it’s too dangerous for us both to be here now. Gwi-Ma is watching everything.”

Y/N nods.

“I just needed to see you.” One last time.

“Wait.” Y/N reaches for his arm. “There’s so much I want to tell you.”

Romance cups her face in his hands, thumbs stroking over the apples of her cheeks. “Tell me tomorrow, sweet girl. After you win.”

“No, please just listen.”

Romance, as usual, can deny her nothing. “Ok.”

“I never thought anyone could see me.” The words tumble out of Y/N’s mouth. “Not for who I really was, who I am. But you did. And you didn’t tell me to cover up or to hide. You embraced me. You accepted me and up until that moment, I didn’t think anyone ever would.”

Romance doesn’t take his eyes off hers, seeing her. Accepting her. Loving her.

“But I was wrong and I would never have known that without you and Abby showing me it was possible. You saved me.”

“Y/N,” Romance croons her name with a degree of tenderness that stokes a fire in her soul. “You saved me. You saved us. No matter what happens tomorrow…always remember that.”

Y/N opens her mouth to speak, but no words will come.

He continues, “and when you hear us on that stage, know that every word is for you.”

There is something wrong about it, sinister. Like they are planning to reduce the world to ash…for her.

“I will love you more when it all burns down.” Romance utters the words like a prayer. Perhaps they are. “More than power,” he kisses her forehead, “more than gold.” Her nose. Finally her lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He is gone, in a thunder cloud of pink mist.

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Patterns (Pt. 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Since Y/N was a child, all she wanted was to seal the honmoon and help her sister get rid of her patterns. With Rumi’s patterns spreading, it really is now or never. Reader is Rumi’s older sister.

Reader x Abby x Romance

“Is Rumi in here?” Mira asks, popping her head into Y/N’s bedroom.

“No,” Y/N motions to the empty space, from her place on the bed, “just me.”

“She’s not in her room.” Mira’s eyes scan the area. All baby blue and neat, nothing out of place. Perfect. The way Y/N always keeps it.

“Maybe she went out.” Y/N lifts a shoulder.

“Did you guys get in a fight?” Mira wonders.

“No, why?” Y/N shifts from her belly, propped up on her elbows, to a sitting position atop the mattress.

“I’ve just never known you to not know where Rumi is.” Mira crosses both arms over her chest.

“Rumi’s a big girl.” Y/N laughs, “she can handle herself.”

The magenta haired woman narrows her eyes. “Sure.”

“I’ve been working on the song for the idol awards. You wanna hang out? Brainstorm?”

“Me and Zoey are going to watch a movie, I thought maybe you and Rumi would want to join.” She offers, instead.

Y/N sighs. “We really need this song finished.”

Mira’s scrutinizing stare softens a bit. “I know how important this is to you. Sealing the honmoon is priority number one for all of us.”

Y/N nods.

“But our friendship is important to me too.”

Y/N moves to stand in front of Mira. Her long purple hair falling freely over her shoulders. She hugs Mira tightly to her. Like Rumi, Mira never felt accepted by her own family. “You’re important to me, Mira. I’m doing this for all of us. You and Zo are my family too.”

Mira nods, “I love you, that’s all. I hate watching you run yourself into the ground.”

“I love you too.” Y/N squeezes her a bit tighter, “what movie are we watching?”

Mira pulls away abruptly, dashing down the hallway shouting, “we got Y/N!”

“Yeah!” Zoey rejoices, tossing an extra throw blanket onto the sectional.

Y/N makes her way to the living room, snuggling into her spot on the couch. “You never answered the question, what are we watching?”

“Love bites!” Zoey sings.

“One? Or two?” Y/N wonders. The second one is her favorite.

“Both.”

“Marathon!”

Y/N smiles, reaching a hand into the bowl of popcorn in Zoey’s lap. “Alright, let’s do this.”

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Not one of them is awake for the end of the second movie, or to notice Rumi sneaking in after her meeting with Jinu.

Rumi doesn’t get a chance to tell Y/N about it, until right before Huntr/x meet and greet.

“Jinu knows about my patterns. He saw them in the bathhouse…he helped me cover them up so Zoey and Mira didn’t see.”

“Did he say anything else? Anything useful?”

Rumi clears her throat, the rest feels sacred and private. “Not really. No.”

The rest will have to wait until later.

After days of ‘Saja, Saja, Saja!’ Huntr/x finally has a chance to reconnect with the fans at the signing.

“Happy fans, happy honmoon.” The girls click the ends of their pens together. They’ve so got this.

A line forms in front of their table, five fans clearly inspired by Mira’s infamous sleeping bag look.

“Who should we make this out to?” Zoey asks.

“To our biggest fans.” The bags drop in unison, revealing the Saja boys. Perfectly poised in their wake.

“It’s the Saja boy!”

“The Saja boys?” Bobby pipes up, “get them a table.”

A second table is produced from the corner and sat neatly beside the Huntr/x table.

“Joint signing?”

Half the fans line up at the Saja boys’ table.

“We lose half the fans?” Rumi grumbles.

They need every fan.

“The Saja boys will sit with us.” She announces, proudly.

“Same table?” The fans chorus, returning to a singular line as the second table disappears.

Chairs are placed in the space between the Huntr/x girls. Separating them. At the center of the table sits Y/N, now caged in by the pink haired demons.

“Hello beautiful, I don’t believe we’ve officially introduced ourselves.” The man with the longer hair extends a hand. “I’m Romance.”

Y/N forces a smile, the fans are watching. “Y/N.”

“Oh, we know who you are.” The one with the muscles assures her. “I’m Abby.”

“Real names or stage names?” Y/N wonders.

“Stage,” Romance tells her.

“It’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?” Y/N quips, signing her name across her latest headshot.

Abby steals it from her a second later, marking the photo with his own signature.

The girl waiting eagerly to receive the autograph squeals in delight. “You too?” She looks to Romance, hopefully.

The demon turns to Y/N for permission. “May I?”

Y/N slides the photograph free of Abby’s greedy fingers and onto the table in front of Romance. “Please.”

That single word does something to the pair. They move in closer, like animals stalking their prey. Protecting what is theirs. Beside the trio, to the left is Jinu and Rumi. To the right, Zoey and Mystery. Engaged in conversations all their own.

Mira and Baby at the far end of the table are completely silent. In times like these, they prefer it.

In between signatures, Romance runs a finger along the end of Y/N’s hair. Unlike her sister, Y/N has one braid on either side of her head. “Is this your natural color?”

Y/N yanks it free of his grasp, tossing the braids over her shoulder and out of his reach. Only to feel Abby tug playful at them a moment later. “Stop it.” She bares her teeth.

Abby raises his hands in surrender.

Their banter continues for a while before Rumi moves to stand, drawing everyone’s attention. “Isn’t he great? Whooo, Jinu, everybody!”

The crowd joins in the applause, hurling bouquets of flowers at the Saja boys.

Mira stares down the line of bodies to Rumi at the far end. “Whooo, Jinu?”

Jinu springs from his seat, something must’ve spooked him. “Unfortunately, the Saja boys have to run. Thank you, everyone.”

Abby offers Y/N his bouquet first, followed by Romance, who surrounds her in a flurry of tiny hearts.

With all eyes on Y/N, she has no choice but to accept their offering.

The crowd goes wild, leaving Rumi, Zoey, Y/N and Mira to finish their signing.

Bobby is thrilled with the turn out. “The internet loves this.” He presents his phone screen to his girls, with pride. “You all have your own ship names.”

“This is ridiculous,” Mira scowls at the images. There’s no way she’d even consider entertaining a demon.

“They’re obviously not going to stop.” Rumi sighs.

“I’ll get it under control.” Y/N offers, leaving the flowers behind.

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Y/N isn’t sure how to get in touch with demons. She’s spent most of her life actively fighting or avoiding them. She pulls one of the tiny pink hearts from her bedside table.

The pesky thing has a mind of its own. Pulsing in her hands, as though it truly beats. “Tell Romance I’m ready to see him.”

It disappears, in a puff of pink smoke, a new one taking its place a moment later, with an address etched into it.

Y/N takes a deep breath, the knows this place. A quiet little restaurant at the far side of town, someplace they won’t be recognized. She changes quickly into her favorite tracksuit, undoing her braids and gathering her hair into a low bun.

Here goes nothing.

Y/N meets with Romance and Abby two nights in a row, at the same restaurant, before they are spotted by a fan and forced to shuffle out the backdoor before the little girl can snap a photo.

‘Next time.’ Y/N promises, leaving the girl starstuck and grinning from ear to ear as she bounces back to her mother.

“Come to our place.” Abby offers.

“We can finish talking there.” Romance nods in agreement.

“Ok.” Y/N concedes.

They do not sneak her through the Saja boys’ shared penthouse door. Abby parades her through the den, down the hallway to what must be their room. Jinu isn’t home. Only Mystery and Baby, shoulders slumped forward, sit on the couch.

Most of the penthouse is untouched by color or personal decor. But this room reminds Y/N of them, mixed and matched, swirling together in a domestic facade.

As the door latch clicks into place, Y/N shrugs off her jacket, tossing the leather coat to the floor. “Let’s get this over with.”

Romance smiles, cocking his head to the side. Y/N is beautiful as she is complex, flushed cheeks and plush lips. Purple tresses shimmering in the soft light.

Abby’s lips quirk upward, as intrigued and confused by her antics as he has ever been. “What do you mean?”

“This is what you want, right? To hook up.” Y/N says.

A low growl ripples out of Abby’s chest.

Romance chuckles, “we want a lot more than that.”

“Well what all do you want?” Y/N crosses both arms over her chest.

“We’d like to court you. I thought we made our intentions clear.”

And I thought this was strictly business. “We?” Y/N can’t help the nervous laughter which escapes her. “As in both of you?”

“Yes.” Abby nods, treading carefully in hopes that she won’t freak out and bolt.

“Aren’t you like…together? I don’t want to come between you.”

“We are, but that’s kind of the idea.” Romance murmurs.

“We want you between us,” Abby adds, to be sure she understands.

“Why?”

“We like you, Y/N.”

“Why?” She asks a second time.

“You’re knowledgeable and funny. Plus you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“So hot, babe.” Abby winks at Y/N.

“You don’t hate us because we’re different.” Romance continues.

“I hate that you steal souls.” Y/N corrects them, “it’s really not necessary.”

“Gwi-Ma will get suspicious if no new souls arrive, but we are keeping it to the bare minimum.”

“What would we even do together?” Y/N scoffs.

“What we’ve been, sweet girl.” Talk. Get to know each other.

“We would like to do more, but we understand if you don’t want to be seen with us.” Abby tacks on.

“It’s not that.” Y/N shakes her head. “I need to keep this under wraps until I figure out how to tell Zoey and Mira.”

“Mmm,” Abby hums, “good luck with that.”

“You understand that I will be guarded, for obvious reasons, and may never be able to trust you.” Y/N explains. They may be demons, but that doesn’t make them heartless. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone, especially not if they actually want to help her.

“We have time.” Abby says, “trust is built. We want to earn it.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to find yourself a nice demon girl?”

“It would be,” Romance admits. “Much easier, but not nearly as fun.”

“So what do you say, Y/N?” Abby purses his lips, “be our little soda pop?”

“You will never call me that.” Y/N wags a finger at him.

“What will we call you, baby?” Romance wonders.

“Y/N?” She suggests, “like normal people do.”

Both men groan in unison.

“You have to let us call you something special, princess.” Abby rolls his eyes.

Romance nods, eagerly.

“I’ll think about it and get back to you.” Y/N says, gathering her belongings to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” Y/N explains.

“You just got here.” Romance protests.

“Yes but…” Y/N hesitates, “I have responsibilities.” She is careful with the wording, not ‘better things to do.’ Responsibilities is a kinder way to put it.

“When can we see you again?” Abby asks.

“I might be able to sneak away tomorrow night.” If she can coordinate her demon date time with Rumi’s, they can say they were together. Y/N shifts anxiously between feet. “Actually, I do have a question before I go. It could be a good trust building exercise, if you’re honest.”

“Lay it on us.”

“Jinu,” Y/N breathes, “he’s a good guy?”

“When he wants to be, yeah.” Romance continues admiring his pretty new lover.

“Do you think he would hurt my sister?”

Abby huffs, “that’s a loaded question, beautiful. From what I’ve seen, your sister can hold her own. I’m sure she can handle Jinu.”

“But is he an honest person?” Y/N wonders, “if you had to say.” Is he going to hurt her heart?

Romance laughs, “he’s a demon. He’s as honest as a demon who wants something can be.”

“What does Jinu want?”

“He wants to forget what happened. What he sold his soul for, he wants his memories erased.” Abby explains.

“Gwi-Ma can do that?” Y/N holds his gaze.

“Gwi-Ma can do anything.” He admits, “you’re lucky you can’t hear him.”

“What did you sell your soul for?” Y/N’s chest tightens, heart pounding against her ribs.

Abby grins, jerking his chin towards Romance. “We wanted to be together forever. Didn’t think it would look like this is, but-,” he lifts a shoulder.

“It was all in the name of love.” Romance assures her. “If we’d known what we were signing up for, we might have considered other options. But the heart wants what it wants.”

Y/N swallows hard, she can understand that.

“So when I tell you this, I want you to think about what you’re really doing, before you do it.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N braces herself against the far wall as they descend on her. Are you going to kiss me?

“When the honmoon seals, it won’t just be us on the other side.”

“It’ll be all demons, anyone with patterns.” Abby tells her.

“That means your sister,” Romance confirms, “maybe even you.”

“No.” Celine promised it would fix everything. “Sealing the honmoon will get rid of Rumi’s patterns.”

“Is that a risk you’re willing to take?” Romance implores her to see reason, “an eternity stuck with Gwi-Ma?”

Y/N hesitates, it is all too heavy and she feels her throat closing up. If it were only me, then yes.

“Yeah, you’re taking way too long to say no.” Abby shakes his head at her. Passing a hand over her hair, affectionately. “We’re gonna have to work on that, because you matter. You have value, independent of what you’re able to do for others.”

Y/N blinks at him, completely blindsided by his attack on her crumbling self worth.

“I can see that’s a touchy subject,” Romance strokes his knuckles over her flushed cheek. “We’ll table it for later, yeah?”

Y/N clears her throat, “I don’t see how it would be relevant to this conversation.”

“You asked us to be honest.” Romance reminds her.

Y/N forces out a laugh, “this is my fault then.”

“No one’s fault,” Abby assures her. “A relationship isn’t a point system.”

She grimaces, trapped beneath their gentle hands and unwavering gazes. “Can we get back to what you were saying about the honmoon?”

“Sure, we can deflect from this to the larger problem.”

“Enough.” Romance chides him, “she’s shutting down.”

“I can’t help it.” Y/N snaps.

Romance’s expression softens.

Abby’s eyes searching hers, taking in their glowing golden hue. Her demon eyes are beautiful, but he can tell she doesn’t think so. “We’re here to help you, not hurt you. But it’s kind of hard when you won’t talk to us.”

Y/N takes a steadying breath. “Having people close to me is a liability.”

“We’re not people,” Romance flashes her his true eyes, golden and glowing as brightly as own. “You don’t need to hide here.”

“We won’t judge you.”

“It’s just a lot sometimes, you know?” Y/N looks to Abby. Maybe all these years of keeping secrets from the people she loves has eaten her alive.

“I know.” His heart aches for her. She is hurt and vulnerable, raw beneath her hardened exterior. He wants to wrap her up in his arms and make her feel safe. Let her cry on Romance’s shoulder as he stands watch over them.

“My mother was a hunter, my father was a demon. They died when I was young. My mother’s best friend raised me and my sister. I spent my life trying to seal the stupid honmoon and get rid of Rumi’s patterns and now… now you tell me that might not even work?”

“We really are sorry, Y/N.”

“I hate when this happens!” When she gets overwhelmed. When she loses control. The last word shakes the honmoon, deep and guttural.

“Take a breath.” Romance coos.

Tears cascade down Y/N’s cheeks. “I thought I could fix it.”

“We can, baby.” Abby hushes her, thumbing away tears. “We can fix it, but not with the honmoon.”

“How do I know this isn’t a ploy to save your own skin?”

“You don’t.” Romance drops his gaze, unable to see her in such a state of distress and not do a thing about it. “I know there’s no way for you to trust us yet, I get it. But I’m losing my mind trying to keep my distance, let me hold you.”

Y/N yelps as his arms encircle her waist, pulling her tightly to his chest. Stroking his hand through her hair over and over again.

The lavender hue is more beautiful up close. “Seal the honmoon, if that’s what you want. But do it knowing the cost.”

Y/N shakes her head in disbelief.

“You asked for honesty, you deserve that.” Abby mutters, “but I would much rather give you a half truth than see you upset over something Ro and I could’ve just handled.” His strong hands join Romance’s, resting on her trembling back.

She needs to get away, to run. Hide. But she can’t, not with them holding her so tightly. Demons consoling her as she breaks. Because it is so gentle, so kind. Everything she has needed and denied herself for so long. Y/N holds them back, just as tightly. Understanding the risk.

“I will absolutely take you up on the offer, if we all live through this.” Y/N sniffles, because her moment of weakness won’t matter if they don’t. “Right now there’s just too much at stake.”

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When Y/N has calmed down enough, they offer to walk her home.

“Someone might see,” she dismisses the idea with kiss to each of their cheeks. Softening the blow. “I’ll see you tomorrow night”

“Be safe.” Abby reminds her.

“I will,” Y/N allows them to accompany her to the front door at least. “Goodnight.”

Romance melts, “sweet dreams, love.”

Y/N flushes at the term of endearment, making her way out the door and into the elevator.

Abby and Romance lock the door behind her, retiring to their room with a renewed sense of purpose.

They can’t speak freely here, Gwi-Ma is watching too closely. But they’ve known each other long enough to communicate intent without words.

We’re not screwing her over. Not for Gwi-Ma. Not for freedom. Not for power. Not for anything in the world.

Part 4

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[shipofdreams25]

Patterns (Pt.2)

Summary: Since Y/N was a child, all she wanted was to seal the honmoon and help her sister get rid of her patterns. With Rumi’s patterns spreading, it really is now or never. Reader is Rumi’s older sister.

Reader x Abby x Romance

Part 1

Postponing their first live performance of Golden isn’t something any member of Huntr/x is happy about. Neither are the fans. But it is necessary to ‘preserve’ Rumi’s voice.

“Why did you push up the release date if you were having trouble with your voice?” Mira asks, picking at her dinner plate.

Rumi sighs, “we’re so close to sealing the honmoon. We need this done.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry, because I know a guy.” Zoey chimes them. “He specializes in tonics. He can fix Rumi’s voice.”

“And if he can’t?” Mira arches a brow.

“Then we change the arrangement.” Y/N says.

“We can try the tonic first.” Rumi agrees.

“In the morning,” Mira clarifies.

Tonight, we sulk.

Y/N doesn’t sleep well, tossing and turning all night. Eventually she throws back the covers, slides on her fuzzy blue slippers and crosses the hall to Rumi’s room. She doesn’t knock the way she normally would, pushing open the door slowly. Finding Rumi wide awake, scrawling frantically in her notebook.

Rumi waves a hand in her sister’s direction, acknowledging her presence. Still not looking away from her work.

“Thought you’d be sleeping.” Y/N clears her throat, “you agreed to rest.”

“I can’t sleep.” Rumi murmurs, “Golden isn’t enough. We need to seal it.”

“Rumi-”

“We can’t put it off any longer.”

“Rumi,” Y/N repeats. Hoping to get her attention.

“This is the only way to protect the everyone. I don’t know why it wasn’t good enough-”

“Rumi.” Y/N takes the pencil from her hand.

“What?” The voice erupts, harsh and angry. Clawing its way up from the depths of her soul.

The honmoon ripples glowing red.

Rumi slaps both hands over her own mouth. To somehow stuff it back inside, swallow it down.

“It is good enough.” Y/N continues, as if nothing happened. “Golden is a great song.”

Rumi forces herself to speak, quiet and cautious. “Then why isn’t it working.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N admits, taking a seat at the edge of her bed. “It’s like there’s something blocking it. More than demons. It’s something else. Wanted to see if you had any theories.”

Rumi shakes her head.

“Think on it, ok?” Y/N squeezing Rumi’s shoulder.

The honmoon glows, white, with flecks of color, like a mosaic.

Rumi nods. She has a theory. But it can’t be.

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In the morning, Y/N, Rumi, Mira and Zoey reconvene incognito mode, hoping not to be spotted and questioned by any fans.

The tonic doctor turns out to be a total quack, supplying Rumi with a box of tonics and sending the four of them on their way. But not without adding their picture to his wall of celebrities. They sneak back to the alley, only to be blindsided by five…boys?

Mira and Zoey go all goo goo eyed at the sight. Rumi is a bit more normal about it, until the dark haired one knocks her flat on her butt. The pouches of tonic flying free over the ground.

Y/N can’t help put notice the men with pink hair, one strong, tall, with muscles that seem to be bursting from the seams of his shirt and the other…shorter, leaner. Making goo goo eyes at her?

The group continues walking as though nothing has happened, even after the brunette crudely yanks away the hand he offered to help Rumi up.

Y/N crouches down to her sister, scowling in the boy’s direction.

“Jerks.”

“They’re not even that cute.”

The four of them take turns insulting the boys, until all the pouches are returned to the box.

Music is being played in the nearby square, a song they’ve never heard before.

“What is that?” The hunters pop their heads around the corner to find a puff of pink smoke.

The jerks from earlier appear from it.

“What?” Mira frowns as they inch closer.

“They’re a boy band?” Zoey narrows her eyes.

Realizing that the hood of Rumi’s sweatshirt has fallen, Y/N moves it back into place, pulling the strings tighter.

The jerks continue their little song about soda? The pink haired menace from earlier spots Y/N, with hearts on his jeans and in his eyes.

When he blows a kiss out towards the crowd, hearts erupt from it. Bystanders push against each other, desperate to catch one.

Somehow the flying objects find Y/N in the crowd, circling as she swats them away. “Stop it.” She growls.

“They can make hearts appear from thin air?” Mira can’t believe her eyes.

Zoey’s shoulders start moving to the beat.

Just before the dance break, the brunette man twists the top off of a juice pouch that resembles the ones in Rumi’s box.

“Did he…” Rumi looks down at her tonic stash, counting thoroughly. “He stole my pouch!”

Y/N has nearly given up hope that the stupid hearts will leave her alone. She takes one in each hand, returning them to the sender.

The pink haired man catches the first one, pressing it to his heart. The taller pink haired man catches the second, winking at her.

The song continues as their eyes begin to glow in a way that’s not entirely human. And on their exposed skin…patterns.

“They’re demons.” Mira, Rumi and Y/N voice, in unison.

“Magicians.” Zoey says, before correcting herself. “Demons, they’re totally demons.”

“We’ve gotta stop this,” Rumi decides, “now.”

The hunters have barely made it a foot closer to the makeshift stage before the song comes to an end.

“That’s all for now.” The brunette man announces. “We’ll see you all tonight, on everyone’s favorite variety show. The Saja boys love you!”

The stupid hearts are back, clinging to Y/N as the Saja boys disappear into a cloud of candy pink smoke and the crowd goes wild.

Y/N huffs, grabbing the hearts once again, this time stomping them beneath her sneakers. They deflate like balloons, before disappearing into pink mist.

“Demon boys have a crush on you.” Mira smirks at Y/N.

“Doubt it,” Y/N lifts a shoulder. “Probably just trying to get under our skin.”

“That seemed…targeted.” Zoey agrees.

“Let’s just get home and ready to kill them.” Rumi decides.

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This particular task requires skincare, makeup and special outfits. Black leather, to be exact. When they are dressed for battle, Huntr/x sneaks backstage of ‘Play Games With Us.’ Waiting for the Saja boys to leave the stage, so they can ambush them.

Y/N knows that not all demons are bad. Not in the way Celine believes they are. Demons can be kind, they can be honest. They can change. Her father changed. Her father was good, just like her mother...and it cost them everything. Seal the honmoon, save Rumi.

The hunters shuffle into place, climbing up to the rafters.

One by one, the Saja boys forfeit the hot sauce challenge. Until only the one with blue hair is left to face the cohost. Eventually the other man taps out, leaving the boys victorious.

The sooner they wrap this up, the sooner they can kill them and be done with this.

“It’s so hard to say goodbye when we’re having so much fun.” The show host says, with genuine sadness in his voice.

“Well then don’t!” The brunette demon suggests. “Because we’re about to be joined by some very special guests.”

The audience is at the edge of their seats.

“What is he doing?” Rumi grimaces.

“Welcome Huntr/x!” The man motions to them, high above the stage.

Quickly, they hide their weapons, smiling and waving at the fans.

“We love you, Huntr/x!” A particularly enthusiastic fan, a few rows back tears off his Saja boys shirt to reveal their own design.

“We are just here to say hello and congratulate our hoobaes on their debut-”

“And of course, play games with us!” The brunette demon cuts her off, singing out the last four words.

“Bring out the slide!”

The four other demons and their brightly colored hair, dash offstage, returning with a slide, seating four side by side. A pit of balls at the end.

“This is ridiculous.” Y/N sneers, teeth clenched, in a false smile.

“We really shouldn’t-”

“In the balls, in the balls.” The crowd begins to chant.

They girls laugh nervously, mounting their slopes.

“For the fans,” Mira paints on a joyful expression.

Their black outfits squeal obscenely as they begin their descent.

“The leather has betrayed us.” Zoey laments, inching closer to the balls.

“Make it stop!”

Mercifully, they reach the bottom. Collapsing in the shallow pit of balls. Which is fortunately not filled with any sharp objects, planted by the Saja boys.

“Huntr/x is in the balls!” The host rejoices.

Y/N, Mira, Rumi and Zoey pull themselves from the pit.

The Saja boys grin at them, flashing their demon eyes.

Mira is ready to rip their stupid heads off.

Again, the man with longer pink hair is making eyes at Y/N. The taller one looks at Y/N like he wants to eat her.

“Thank you all for joining us tonight.” The host says, into the microphone. They really have to wrap it up this time.

“It was our pleasure.” The brunette demon says, “and our honor to share the stage with all of you.” He motions to the women who are all but bearing their teeth at him.

As if on queue, the five of them bow.

“The pleasure is ours.” Rumi smiles.

The rest of her bandmates bend forward to match the boys.

“Ours.” The Saja boys sink further into their stance.

“Ours.” Huntr/x replies, in unison.

This continues until the stage curtain closes and the Saja boys dash out the back door.

“Get them.” Y/N is first out the door. Leading Rumi, Zoey and Mira across the street into the nearby bathhouse, where the demons disappeared.

“Ooo,” Zoey beams with excitement, “we finally get to go to the bathhouse with Rumi!”

“It’s the men’s bathhouse.” Y/N realizes.

“Uck,” Mira snarls.

“Wow.” The leader of the Saja boys purrs, eyes set on Rumi. “Did you really follow us in here?”

“I knew they would,” the muscular demon smirks, “the pretty one’s staring at me.”

Y/N stomps her foot, weapon drawn. “No, I’m not.”

“Then what are you doing here?” The brunette man challenges.

If they don’t kill them now, they’re going to have to learn their names. And the thought alone is enough to have Rumi bark out, “we’re here to send you back where you belong.”

“Oh, we’re not here to fight.” The man explains, “but they are.”

The weak spots in the honmoon glow crimson as demons begin slipping through from the top. More demons rising from the tubs.

“Water demons,” Mira confirms.

“Get rid of the hunters, then you can eat all the souls you’d like.” The brunette instructs, leaning down to speak directly to his minions.

The Saja boys dash off, leaving Y/N, Rumi, Mira and Zoey to their friends.

Y/N sighs, sickle humming with white light in her hands. “Come on.”

The demons lunge at full force; in the hustle and bustle, Y/N loses sight of her sister. “Where’s Rumi?”

“She went after them.” Zoey tells her.

“Alone?” Mira cuts in.

The demons are relentless, forcing the hunters back to back, defending themselves. Y/N can’t leave them now, not even if she wanted to. Zoey and Mira are family too.

When Rumi returns, she is clearly shaken. But fights with renewed effort, maybe she took care of the Saja boys for good?

Eventually the demons are subdued, sent back to the underworld. The tear in the honmoon now smoothed over by a white glowing light, with a prism of color shimmering through. Almost like a rainbow.

It’s not the old magic the honmoon is made of, something new and sacred. They girls stare at it, in wonder.

“Wonder if it’ll hold.” Y/N swallows, still catching her breath.

“Looks sturdy.” Zoey decides, after careful examination.

Rumi is silent.

Y/N notices the green and white checkered material tied around Rumi’s ripped sleeve. “You ok?”

“What?” Rumi tears her eyes from the pulsing bit of honmoon. Staring down at her sister’s hand, just above her elbow. Oh. That.

Y/N raises her brows. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Rumi chokes out. “I’m fine.” She loops her arm through Y/N’s, “let’s go home.”

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The Saja boys are summoned by Gwi-Ma shortly after. Their facade on earth only lasts as long as it’s useful. So Juni tells his master everything.

“The hunter with my marks has shame, the one without has fear. Each of these things can be used to our advantage.” Gwi-Ma growls.

If he had any hold on them, he would’ve used it by now.

Mystery and Baby say nothing. It’s getting worse, their ‘mind mush.’ Jinu doesn’t know if there’s an actual name for it. What demons start to become when they had once been human, and stayed here too long.

He doesn’t know how it works, how it chooses who stays cognizant and who doesn’t. Perhaps it is better not to know.

“I’ll take the hunter with the patterns.” Jinu decides.

“Abby and I can take the one without.” Romance offers.

“Protective older sister with trust issues?” Jinu tsks. “You sure you’re up for that?”

“It’s a challenge, but we’ve been working on her already.” Abby says.

“Yeah, she seemed thrilled about the hearts.” Jinu snarks.

“She’s vulnerable deep down, trapped inside a crunchy shell.” Romance grins, “let us work.”

“Get to it.” Gwi-Ma orders, “I’m ready to feast.”

Part 3

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[shipofdreams25]

Patterns (Pt.1)

Summary: Since Y/N was a child, all she wanted was to seal the honmoon and help her sister get rid of her patterns. With Rumi’s patterns spreading, it really is now or never. Reader is Rumi’s older sister.

Reader x Abby x Romance

When Y/N is born, Celine is less than thrilled by her best friend’s choices.

“She’s a demon.” Celine insists, “a mistake.”

“She is perfect,” Y/N’s mother sneers, pulling the child from her grasp, “and she is mine.”

It drove a bit of a wedge between them, Y/N’s mother, who didn’t believe all demons were evil and Celine, who wanted to see them all destroyed.

Y/N is just short of two when Rumi is born. Rumi has patterns.

Their father is patient, kind and quiet. Y/N loves his patterns.

“Daddy can I have a pattern?”

Her father chuckles, “no patterns for you, my dove. You will be a hunter.”

“I don’t want to hurt demons, they’re just like people and-”

“Not all of us, little one. You will use your heart to guide you, it will never steer you wrong. You will use your voice to sing, protect people and seal the honmoon.” Her father insists.

The name Huntr/x was decided upon in the early hours following Y/N’s mother’s death. Her father tried to protect her and he was gone now too. Leaving Y/N and her younger sister in the care of Celine.

Celine told Rumi to cover her patterns, inspecting Y/N routinely to see if any would appear, but the older girl remained untouched.

“I think your patterns are beautiful, Rumi.” Y/N tells her. “We just have to keep them secret because some people don’t understand.”

Celine smiles, fondly at Y/N. Passing a hand over her purple hair. “That’s right, Y/N.”

Huntr/x was built in their image, Y/N and Rumi. Taught to dance, sing and perform. In time, Rumi takes her place at the center of Huntr/x. Traditionally, the hunters are a trio. But with four of them, the magic would be stronger. Or so they’re told.

The only problem is…

“There’s something wrong with my voice.” Rumi tells her sister, the moment they are away from prying eyes. Tugging down the neckline of her shirt to reveal the patterns spreading up her throat.

“Ok,” Y/N shakes her head to clear it. Covering Rumi’s neck with her hand, out of instinct. The way she would apply pressure to a wound. “It’s ok.”

“I thought pushing up the release of Golden would help us seal the honmoon.”

“It still can.” Y/N assures her. “What if I take the high notes? We can switch off on the melody. Your lower range is fine, yeah?”

Rumi nods, “yeah.”

“Ok,” Y/N offers a shaky smile. Placing her sister’s shirt strategically over the new patterns. “I always wanted patterns, you know?” She reminds her.

“I know,” Rumi rolls her eyes. “But they’re not all they’re cracked up to be, believe me. They don’t listen very well.”

“Clearly,” Y/N frowns. “I’d take them from you…if I could.”

Rumi sighs, “I know.”

“Let’s get back out there and talk to the girls. Tell them your voice is funky and we need to move some things around.” Y/N fusses with her younger sister’s braid, until not a single hair is out of place.

“Thanks.” Rumi whispers.

“You’re my baby sister, this is literally my job.” Y/N squishes Rumi’s face between her hands. “Let’s go seal the freaking honmoon.”

Part 2

[shipofdreams25]

Anything For You

Summary: The Honmoon has been sealed for years. Mira, Romance and Abby are now married, living a relatively normal life after binding their souls to remain on earth. But things are about to change…again.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY description sex scenes, unplanned pregnancy, established relationship, F/M/M

Mira wakes in a cold sweat, carefully untangling herself from the pile of limbs. Moving to the large penthouse window overlooking the city, she narrows her eyes at the golden glow of the honmoon.

Three years ago, when they sealed it, demons were removed permanently…except for the boys. The Saja boys, had accidentally tethered their souls to the members of Huntrix, allowing them to remain on earth, in their human forms.

Mira became the lucky ‘owner’ of Abby…and Romance. Rumi is stuck with Jinu, obviously. And Zoey found herself quite fond of Mystery and Baby.

Like warts, the pink haired ex-demons, grew on Mira. Showering her with affection, and effort, and love. She fell for Abby first, despite Romance’s best efforts.

And no. It wasn’t because of his abs. Rather because of his story, who he was before he was damned for eternity. She has a soft spot for anyone without a great relationship with their family.

‘I never had anyone to turn to either.’ Mira admits, ‘not until Huntrix.’

‘You can turn to me now, Mira.’ Abby murmurs, ‘I’m right here.’

She liked that he was hard and challenging in all the right ways. He held his own.

Romance was different. Softer. He really just…loved her. The moment he laid his stupid heart eyes on her.

Mira loved him slower, but in the end, just as much. Now she can’t imagine life without her two favorite idiots.

“Come back to bed, my love.” Romance yawns, as though the absence of her presence has woken him.

“Sleep,” Mira whispers back. When Mira is overwhelmed, she isolates. It isn’t personal, she just does. “I love you,” she adds, to soften the blow.

Romance sighs, tossing back the covers to join her at the window. “I love you too.” He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back firmly to his chest as he sways them from side to side. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I just…I needed to see the honmoon.” This isn’t exactly a lie, but not the whole truth.

“Honmoon’s strong, baby.” Abby says, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he joins them. Finding Mira’s hand and bringing it to his lips. “You made sure.”

Mira is suffocating, crushed beneath the weight of their devotion.

“Did something happen?” Romance wonders, “did you have a nightmare?”

Abby can feel the uneasiness radiating off of her. “We’ll stay up with you if it helps.” He offers.

“We’ll do anything for you.”

“I know that.” Mira fights the urge to shrug them off. “I know.”

“Talk to us at least.”

“Something did happen.” Mira breathes, balling her hands into fists as she forces out the words.

“Tell us.” Abby smooths his thumb over her knuckles.

Mira sucks in a breath, tears springing to her eyes.

“We’ve got you.” Romance hugs her to him a bit tighter.

Abby steps in front of them, taking Mira’s face in his hands. “What’s going on?”

The dam breaks, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m pregnant.”

Romance passes a hand over her hair. “Oh, sweet girl.”

“That’s ok,” Abby nods.

“You want to have a baby?” She blubbers.

“Of course we do,” Abby assures her, “we want everything with you.”

“We’re gonna have our own little family.” Romance presses a kiss to her shoulder.

“Unless you’re still weighing your options.” Abby searches her eyes, “we’re going to support you in whatever you decide.”

“I want to.” Mira admits, “but I am so fucking scared.”

“Don’t be.” Romance insists, “we can hold the heavy stuff. Figuratively and literally. You just tell us what you’re afraid of and we’ll fix it. Ok?”

Mira nods, clinging to him just as tightly. “Ok.”

Abby smiles at her, tenderly. “Deep breaths. Everything is ok. You’re safe. You’re so safe.”

“We’ll be together? No matter what?” Mira raises her brows.

“Of course.” Romance and Abby chorus.

She attempts to steady her breathing. “It’s hard to self regulate with you on top of me.”

“We can give you a minute.” Romance offers.

“But we’d love to help you regulate.” Abby whispers.

Mira considers it for a moment. She’s more than capable but... “You can help me.”

Romance purrs, peeling off her nightgown and panties. His hands are on her breasts, palming them as Abby’s mouth covers their wife’s in a gentle kiss.

Mira’s hands cover Romance’s stilling them, “careful.” She warns, “they’re sensitive.”

Romance presses his lips to the side of her face, rolling her pretty nipples between his thumbs and forefinger, sweetly. “How’s that?”

“Good,” Mira sighs against Abby’s mouth.

Abby’s hands moves from her waist, lower and lower until he is cupping her sex. “You poor thing.”

Mira whimpers as his fingers part her folds.

“So wet already.”

“Don’t tease.” Her voice is shaky, despite her best efforts.

“No, teasing, my angel.” Abby promises, dropping to his knees, “I’m admiring.”

Mira snakes a hand behind her, around Romance’s neck to steady herself as Abby lifts her left leg over his shoulder.

“Hold our girl tight for me, huh Ro?”

“Always.” Romance grins.

Mira loses it at the first lash of Abby’s tongue. Sobbing, fisting a hand in each of their hair. “Please-”

“I know,” Romance coos, “that mouth is lethal.” One of his arms is wrapped around her waist, keeping her steady as the other continues brushing over the hardened peaks of her breasts. “We’re going to take care of you.”

“Thank you,” Mira cries, too lost in bliss to mind.

“All you have to do is exist. We’ll do the rest.”

Again Mira nods, craning her neck to kiss Romance, whining against his lips.

“Good girl, baby.” Abby praises against her heat. Circling her swollen clit with his tongue as he eases a finger inside her. She clenches around him immediately. “Fuck, I love you.” He groans, appreciatively.

“Love you.” Mira chokes out, already at the edge of climax. She’s softened over the years, now completely and entirely theirs. No point in denying, no reason to fight.

Not as Abby sucks her clit between his lips and makes her cum so hard. And Romance swallows every sob.

She is vaguely aware that she is being moved back to their bed, once the aftershocks have rid her mind of any doubt. It’s going to be too much for her to continue, but still she manages a single demand. “Want you inside.”

Romance whines into the kiss he’s now sharing with Abby.

“Ok, baby.” Abby croons, to both of them. “Ro, I’m gonna fuck you open with my fingers while you get our pretty girl filled up.”

“My pleasure,” Romance is between Mira’s thighs in an instant. Guiding his cock gently into her weeping hole.

The stretch of him is familiar and welcome, but Abby is too far from her now. She calls out for him, at the foot of the bed, prepping their husband for his length.

He caress her calf with his free hand, “I’m here. I’m right here. I’ll never leave you.”

Mira’s hands grasp at Romance’s back as he continues fucking her so heartbreakingly slow.

“Are you ready, Ro?” Abby asks.

“Yes,” his head falls forward onto Mira’s chest as Abby bottoms out inside him.

Mira strokes Romance’s sweat damp hair, whispering sweet nothings, the way he’s always done with her. “You ok?”

Romance nods, lost for words as Abby begins to move. Fucking him into Mira as Abby fills him again and again. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Good.” Abby growls, struggling to maintain control. “Cum for us.” From this angle, he doesn’t get to see Romance’s face as he finds release, filling Mira to the brim with his seed. But he can see Mira, completely blissed out. Cumming again for them. And that is enough to send Abby tumbling over the edge.

Exhausted and panting, they manage to clean themselves up. Crawling back into bed and falling into what must be one of the best nights sleep they’ve ever had.