#Huntrix x reader

[vampmira]

open up what you got in your mind to me. [pt.1 – huntrix]

they've never met someone like you — a mortal who almost knew them .. better than they knew themselves. for the boys, it's annoyingly intriguing. for the girls, it's comforting.

paring(s): huntrix & saja boys x demon expert!gn!reader

warning(s): some movie changes, probably effected lore that makes no sense for the sake of the narrative

request: here ! this is part 1 – i loved it so much i had to make 2 parts hehe ,,, part 2 is here !

your family worked with the demon hunters for generations – mortals who studied the demons, found their strengths and weaknesses, worked as field researcher on demonology alongside the hunter to keep the honmoon safe.

unfortunately, your ancestors were unpowerful beyond their intellect and aura vision. physically, they were weak – protected only by the hunters. becayse of this, there was .. an accident. the demons found the weaknesses of the hunters – their darling researchers, so they did what demons would do.

thousands of years of pages and books and studies were lost in their attack. most information was mentally stored by hunters, but a substantial amount was still lost in physical ink. in modern times, these researchers are almost myths to hunters – legends. however, mythology tales say that the descendents of the researchers have all knowledge of the honmoon and the demons sealed away by it. of course, it remained apart of the stories celine told rumi, mira, and zoey growing up ... all until they met you.

they met you at a hidden pastry shop in seoul, hidden in an alleyway around the same area as that wack doctor zoey had so much faith in

it was the only place open after practice and rumi, as tired as she was, guided the girls in to enjoy the warm lighting and atmosphere

after declining the offers to go to the bathhouse for the 100th time, she thought this could be the perfect way to make it up to them

she ordered a few treats – mochi for herself, a little apple pie for zoey, steamed red bean buns for mira, and matcha for them all

the girls talked quietly, waiting for their order, until you called rumi up to retrieve the neatly wrapped box of sweets

when she came up to you, your fingers wrapped around her wrist, cold and startling

"i'm not sure how you got in here..", her eyes met yours, now void of the warmth you once held when she walked in, "but if a demon is ordering pastries from me, times must have changed." she shuttered under your hushed voice.

"d-demon...?" her skin was fully covered. even though her markings hadn't spread too far yet, she took precautions regardless, worried of the news that might ruin her relationships.

"i noticed your aura when you sat down. though, you don't seem that threatening... and the honmoon is completely intact aroun–"

"how do you..?" her eyes shook, almost pure horror behind them. there's tension between you two, fueled by her anxiety of being seen, of being exposed when her members were just right by the door. you studied her, her friends, and their auras alike, before you half smiled at her.

"my ancestors and yours were... very close." your voice rose, catching the attention of the pink and black haired girls. "do hunters not teach about researchers anymore?"

the three of them surrounded you quickly, eyes bright and curious

things like "we thought they were myths!!" and "you know about the honmoon!?" were thrown at you immediately

you debunked their mythology left and right, spending an hour after closing chatting with them

they felt.. seen? YOU felt seen!

you could finally talk to others about your aura vision and they could FINALLY get their hunter secrets off their chest

maybe it wasn't the best idea to spill it all in such a public place but who else would listen ?

celine got a very chaotic phone call later that night

and you? you got an invite to a luxurious penthouse and a few new friends

since then, you've helped them immensely

your memory was working like an endless library of information

you'd show them old diagrams your greatest great great great great grandparents had tucked away

discuss old journals that survived the attacks that became family heirlooms

told them fun facts about demons

especially to zoey, who seemed very intrigued by the fact that all demons had a weak spot in their chests due to their lack of personal souls

even, eventually, helped rumi tell the girls about her marks

zoey and mira were stunned in silence. rumi's arms were exposed, hands shaking in anxious terror, but you were right by her side. celine told her to always hide them but .. you understood. you accepted her mere minutes after meeting her. maybe the girls would do the same.

"rumi is.. something fascinating." you admitted. it sounded blunt, but you expressed it with a look of soft excitement. "she has mixed blood – the marks of a demon, the voice, soul, and heart of a hunter. she's never once lied about the kindness of her heart... the traits of hunters overpower any demon urges." you spoke for rumi as she stood there, feeling naked and scared under the judging eyes of her closest friends. "she's a pure experiment – but she's no less rumi. her aura proves that."

it took a few hours of conversations, explanations from both you, the expert, and her, the secret holder, but eventually, zoey and mira engulfed her in a hug – promising to keep the secret contained between the four of you. not even telling celine, in case she got them all in trouble. the golden honmoon was so close.. they'd be able to do this together, especially now that they have you.

during the events of the movie, they needed you a lot

but the last thing they wanted was a repeat of the accident

so they kept you their secret weapon ! working with you behind the scenes and away from the actual action

when the saja boys grabbed everyone's attention with their beautiful bodies and alluring voices, you were staring at their markings, especially at the joint fansigning they held

jinu noticed you about as much as he noticed bobby – just another person on staff

that is until he noticed how you stared at him

not ogling, but studying,, writing things down in the notebook you carried, covered in huntrix stickers

be lucky he noticed you over baby or mystery, otherwise you may have been targeted by their powers to throw you and huntrix off

he asked about you to rumi once .. the "mysterious person" on their staff that "always wrote in that notebook"

she was more worried about your safety than opening up to him but .. she thought..

if you helped her reveal herself to huntrix, maybe you could help jinu and the saja boys ?

they never expressed wanting help but she couldn't help but think about it

you hopped on board with her plan in secret, working on ways out of their servitude to gwima

it took a while but you figured that if you could channel your aura vision and hold them above the honmoon when it sealed, they could be healed of their marks too, human disguises left in tact.

it was only a matter of time before you tried it out.

[redrage71890]

Backing Voice (Yan! KPDH x Fem! MC) Prologue

Synopsis: Among the Huntrix fandom, there has always been a discussion of theories and ideas about a strange voice in every song from the girls. Something of which they have avoided in every interview. But the one behind it is so much more than they could possibly think. Unraveling her secrets attracts attention she’s yearned yet feared for her life.

Genres: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn (?), Yandere (?)

CW: Slight anxiety/panic attack

Prologue, Part 1

A/N: I want to join the fic craze bc I really love this movie and I NEED that sequel. Also I��m only describing MC’s hair style and eye details (plot reasons), everything else in your interpretation!

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In the large fandom of the ever popular group HUNTR/X, there has always been a pool of theories and discussions about a certain aspect in there songs.

What is that voice in the background?

Ever since their debut, a haunting yet beautiful voice has always been present in every release down to solos and performances.

Combing through every interview, social media content, and performances, fans have tried to figure out who this voiced belonged to.

Overanalysing each of the girls voices weren’t enough.

Nothing matched to that haunting feeling.

And yet…

It always filled them with a sense of comfort.

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”Girls, there is someone I’d like you to meet.”

Curiosity fills the newly formed hunters of the current generation as Celine lead the three of them to the garden. Just at the foot of the tree stands an older women who looked the same age as Celina, though she had a messily tied up bun being held up by a hair pin with noticeable greys along dyed caramel streaks.

Just behind the women was another girl who has a more shaggy appearance judging from the strange uneven cuts of hair around her collarbone and messy fringe covering up her eyes.

The women turns around to meet the other girls with a strange gold rim around her brown eyes.

“Girls, this is (M/N). The previous fourth hunter. And behind her is (Y/N), the new fourth hunter.”

As soon as that was announced, the three girls were filled with shock.

“THERES A FOURTH HUNTER?!”

“For how long?! How come you’ve never trained with us?” Rumi questions. “We’ve had some… complications trying to meet up. The original plan was for Rumi and (Y/N) to meet when they were younger, but things didn’t go to plan.” (M/N) answers with a polite but cold tone. The gold rimmed eyes don’t help them feel better.

”Come on (Y/N), say hi to them.”

Peaking behind her mother that met with the trio of girls, shivering (f/c) eyes with the same intriguing gold rims around. She dressed much more casual, like she just came from lounging on the couch prior.

“Hi… its nice to meet you guys.”

The anticipated softness of her voice struck an unexpected cord in the girls. Something alluring and melodic.

”We’ve decided that (Y/N) will join Huntrix.”

Once those words left Celine’s mouth, the girls swiftly saw the colour drain from (Y/N)’s face.

Slowly turning her head.

”WAIT! WHAT?! YOU SIGNED ME UP FOR THIS?! NO NO NO NO NO! YOU DID NOT CONSULT ME ON THIS MUM! REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME I TRIED PERFORMING?!”

Her surprising booming voice made the girls take a step back for a bit. Though the three snapped out of their shock when seeing (Y/N). Sweat glistened on her forehead and her breathing was steadily going ragged. She was shaking her mother like her life depended on it.

“No no no. NOT performing. We agreed on that. You’re just taking over my previous position in the Sunlight Sisters, just a backing vocalist.”

(Y/N) froze for a second. Before collapsing onto her mother, looking like she ran a marathon.

“Celine should’ve mentioned that first. Don’t worry honey.”

Rumi could hear (Y/N) muttering inaudible words of gratitude.

But she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

And yet…

Her slowly calming voice struck a nerve of peace in the three hunters.

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Edit: just wanna add that I imagine MC’s singing voice either be Leehi or Seori. Also the idea evolved into a yandere story, but its not that bad I swear.

[yan-randomfandom]

umm hi! wanted to ask if is ok yandere rumi with gn!reader or yandere rumi and yandere jinu if it's ok

Yandere!Rumi x GN!Reader

a/n; HOORAY YANDERE!! #iloverumi thank u anon😙 | warning; dependency

— 💜

You found out about her patterns by accident.

And at the time, instead of feeling fear and panic as she should be, all Rumi could feel was relief. Relief that it wasn't one of the girls. Relief that it was a complete stranger. Relief that someone else knew about it.

When you asked, Rumi explained it was tattoos in frantic desperation. But you knew.

"Those are demon patterns," you say with confidence. You meet the singer's eyes warily, being careful in your expression.

Something crazed lights up in Rumi's face. "How did you—"

"I learn about myths and legends in my free time. But..." you pause, glancing over her patterns again, "I've never heard of a human-demon before. Unless, you aren't human...?"

Rumi breaths. The kind of breathing that made you believe she's relieving through something. "I— I am."

— 🪻

It's become a habit for you and her to meet up every now and then. She'd ask you what you know about the demons, the Honmoon, Gwi-Ma, and she'd tell you her experience about being a hunter. (You asked for anything fan-related things too, of course. Picture, autograph — it's awesome!)

How curious that demons truly do exist.

You didn't expect her to want to meet you so often. First of all, she's a famous idol. You're a casual fan of Huntrix, but you already know how hard they work for their art. Second, she's a hunter! The legendary three-part harmony protectors of the Honmoon!

A sigh escapes you. You can't imagine bearing all that responsibility — let alone being a demon herself.

Rumi likes to text you a lot, always planning the next hangout. You'd think that she would have to keep changing schedules, but on the contrary, it seems like it's you who always has conflicting schedules.

— 🎶

"The Saja Boys are demons," she says one day, suddenly, her face falling heavy. "Avoid them, okay? The girls and I will fix it as soon as we can."

You stare at her in awe, your eyes narrowing in curiosity. "Demon boy band? Of course..."

She places her hand on your shoulder. You give her a smile, gently brushing your hand against her patterns.

"Don't worry, Rumi," you nod. "I'll help too, in my own way. Thanks for telling me."

"Thank you," Rumi parrots, meeting your eyes. "But you don't have to do anything. Let me handle all of it. Just stay safe."

— ❤️‍🔥

"Don't leave. Don't leave!"

Just like that.

Rumi's patterns were revealed to the whole world. Her own friends raised their weapons against her. Jinu yelled at her, brushed her off, denying everything she believed in him. Celine, to this day, this disaster—

She will never be accepted, will she? Everyone turned against her—confused on who she is, disgusted on what she is, afraid of her.

"Rumi!"

You call, tears blurring your vision as you firmly grip her shoulders. "Please. Your patterns don't make you who you are. I—"

Rumi watches as you let go of your hold on her, turning instead to clutch your aching head. She watches you tremble, watches you cry as the voices take over your mind.

She watches.

"Rumi," you gasp, trying so hard to ignore his voice. "Rumi. Help. Stop, stop it, stop it, stop it! Rumi!"

Rumi watches with quiet satisfaction. You need her. You're not pushing her away—you call her name—despite everything, you tried to comfort her—

A few moments of silence from her, a few moments of sobbing from you. Eventually, she kneels beside you, leveling with your glassy eyes, and offers a weak smile.

"Thank you," she mutters, gently pulling your forehead to her lips. "I'll make it right. I will."

With those final words, Rumi watches as you finally give in to Gwi-Ma's voice and stand to follow him.

She watches as you walk to the stadium.

She trails behind, everything and anything raging through her mind.

— 🔥

"That whole thing felt like a nightmare," you mutter, holding one side of your head.

You look up, seeing Rumi stare at you with a smile. Ever since that doomsday of an event, she's being acting different, somehow. Extra clingy, extra paranoid, extra... happy?

At least she's happy now.

She hasn't been wearing long sleeves, free enough to be wandering with her scars.

You unconsciously place a hand on her cheek, feeling the texture of her skin. She melts instantly into your touch, leaning to chase it closer.

"I'm proud of you," you smile. "Thank you for protecting us."

Rumi blinks her tears away. It's not everyday someone thanks them for doing their duty.

"I'm never abandoning you," she smiles back. "As long as you don't... abandon, me."

— #iloverumi

[jamiewrites-stuff]

Hypnotic

[001]

I know the movie literally just came out, but I'm desperate for more fics about these Beauties, so I made my own💅

This is an X reader fanfic, I'll try to keep her appearance vague but please note that Y/n is her own character in this. She just has your name, and yes it is a Fem reader (Sorry Fellas and Non binary pals).

WARNING: This Fic is kinda spicy, I tried to keep the characters as accurate as possible, but I mainly base the rest of the Saja boys on headcannon (They deserved more Scenes fr😞)

so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, SCROLL AWAY🤺🤺

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A thick, endless fog curled low across the dead earth like a suffocating breath that refused to exhale. The air was cold, not biting like winter

But hollow.

Empty.

Even the damned didn’t dare walk this path.

The trees stood like petrified skeletons in a graveyard of gods. blackened trunks stripped of bark, their branches crooked like the outstretched claws of something long-dead and still begging.

No leaves rustled.

No wind whispered. The soil was dry and cracked beneath rotting roots, yet slick with something ancient and black, clinging to boots like tarred memory.

Each step echoed louder than it should’ve in the nothingness.

The figure moved through the fog with measured caution.

A man, tall, composed, cloaked in silence but threaded with purpose.

His hair was the color of shadows soaked in moonlight. deep, pitch-black, yet strangely reflective.

Beneath the wide brim of his Gat, a pair of piercing yellow eyes gleamed like twin embers.

Purple demonic sigils crawled up the side of his throat, across his neck, arms, and beneath the folds of his robe like ancient tattoos.

He wore a pristine black Jeogori, its sleeves trailing just past his wrists, paired with traditional Baji that ghosted around his ankles with every step.

The silence here was thick, wrong. It pressed against the eardrums like a warning

Leave.

Turn back.

Don’t wake her.

Yet he pressed on.

Every demon in Hell knew this place.

They whispered of it.

Feared it.

Avoided it like the plague.

A dead forest at the edge of damnation, a realm untouched even by the Ten Kings. No souls were punished here. No screams echoed from the trees.

Because this place didn’t punish.

It waited.

The fog curled tighter the deeper he walked, brushing against his clothes like fingers made of smoke.

The light -what little there was- seemed to bend unnaturally around the trees, filtering in a colorless gray that made it hard to tell how far the forest stretched.

He felt shivers go down his spine as he continued to walk, only hearing his footsteps.

He felt something bump into his leg, he looked down, seeing the purple Tiger that had been following him around.

It's yellow eyes looking up at him curiously, a familiar crow landed on top of his shoulder, eyes looking at him from the side.

As if it was silently judging its master.

"Don't look at me like that"

Jinu muttered, looking straight ahead.

"If this plan is going to work, we need her help"

He said, talking silently, as if afraid he'll wake up whatever creature that was hidden in this fog.

He had already made it this far, recruiting demons like him that he thinks fits the job. They weren't perfect, none of them were.

But that's why he was here, he needed all the help that he could get.

The memories

The voices

He couldn't take it anymore, he needed them gone.

He reached deeper into the dead forest, not being more aware of his surroundings as he accidentally stepped on a twig.

He winced, hearing the sound echo through the fog.

The air grew heavier, colder, and eerie.

He felt it, the presence.

He couldn't see them, but he knew that she was here, he had woken her.

"Tell me the name..of the one who dares..step into my domain.."

A voice rang through the forest, it was silent, soothing, nearly sweet. But he knew it was just a facade, a Trap set for anyone foolish enough to fall for it.

"It's Jinu, My lady"

He introduced, staying strong despite the fear that was crawling up inside him, he forced himself to bow. As a sign of respect for the Forgotten entity.

"Jinu."

The voice repeated, testing the name for herself before letting out a hum of disapproval.

"And what is the purpose for your visit, Jinu?"

She questioned, her voice soft like a Lullaby.

He lets out a shaky breath, before standing up straight, face blank yet eyes fiercely determined.

"It's the Hunters, they only grow stronger after each day."

He explained, looking up at the sky. Even in an isolated area, anyone could still see the lines of blue strings, decorating across the sky.

"It's only a matter of time before the Honmoon turns gold"

He said, feeling the Fog growing thicker as it surrounds him, The crown on his shoulder Tensed up, sensing that something was wrong, but Jinu didn't notice.

"I have a plan in order to stop them, but I need your help"

He said, eyes looking up as he scanned around him.

He couldn't see anything, the Fog was keeping everything hidden as it seemingly grew.

A sudden chill ran down his spine at the silence.

"Why should I help you?"

She questioned, her voice no longer holding the soft and eerily sweet tone as before.

He took a step back, a drop of sweat trialing down his cheek as he refused to get intimidated by her.

"If the Hanmoon turns gold, it'll be the end for all of us"

He reasoned yet that only made the voice scoff in displeasure.

"Perhaps, but I don't see it as a bad thing. Not entirely"

He clenched his hand into a fist, running out of ideas on how he could convince her, as the Tiger looked up at him with concern.

"The Demon king, once powerful and feared by all. Now being beaten by a group of mortal hunters"

She said in a mocking tone, holding hidden disgust in her voice when she referred to the ruler of this realm.

"It's amusing isn't it?"

She muttered, sounding deep in thought, he couldn't see her, he couldn't feel her presence but she was close enough that it felt like she was whispering in his ear.

He needed to say something.

Anything in order to convince her.

He had come this far, he couldn't simply give up now.

Not when an eternity of hearing those voices were awaiting him.

After a moment of silence.

The fog retracted, giving him some room to finally breathe.

"Very well."

His eyes widened, head snapping up at the empty space in front of him.

"What?"

He muttered, not knowing if she was playing a trick on him.

"I will help you, Jinu. You seem quite useful"

She whispered, as more parts of the forest slowly but surely started to reveal itself.

He didn't let his guard down, not when he was around her.

He heard rumors about her

The Lonely maiden forgotten and cast away by her followers.

Now forever trapped here, like the rest of the fallen souls.

He shouldn't trust her, but he was a desperate man, seeking for some ounce of freedom from Gwi-ma's clutches.

"But in return.."

The Fog that surrounded him suddenly stirred, not by the wind, but with intention. As if it were alive.

He took a step back, breath caught up in his throat, the Tiger moving in front of his Master, growling slightly at the empty space.

A column of fog pulled itself upward, slow and elegant.

Tendrils unfurled, stretching like fingers flexing after a long slumber.

The air grew colder.

Heavier. And though no eyes could be seen, he felt her watching.

The shifting mist twisted delicately, almost lazily, shaping the vague outline of legs, then hips, the gentle curve of a waist.

Each movement was smooth, practiced, like the fog had done this before.

The upper half began to form a torso, arms, long hair that flowed and drifted as though underwater, trailing behind the forming silhouette.

Then her face began to take shape. Not all at once but in fragments.

A hollow curve of cheek. The graceful slope of a jaw. Lips sculpted from mist.

And finally

her eyes opened.

Two faintly glowing embers, pale and cold, not meant for mortal gaze.

The fog hissed and fell away from her form like veils being peeled back, revealing smooth skin like marble caught in moonlight.

Her limbs moved slowly, elegantly, with the weightless grace of something half-forgotten by time.

She stood there now. Silent. Serene. Real.

No footsteps. No sound.

Just her presence terrifying, and beautiful.

A soft smile appeared on her lips, her head tilting slightly to the side, as she could finally look at him closely.

"Your soul will belong to me."

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That's it for now! Hope it peaked your interest at least, I don't have a schedule set, but I'm hoping I'll be updating more frequently.

I already have so much planned for this story, so please wait for it!

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ huntrix idol spotted having a romantic lunch date?! ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by ✨ anon ˚₊ ⊹

ft. rumi, zoey, mira (separate) x f! reader — kpop demon hunters

╰₊✧ you’re just trying to go on a peaceful date with your girlfriend, but nosy reporters have the tendency to get in the way┊1.3k 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, i’m 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 isn’t 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 you’re probably eating delicious take out (none of these girls can cook for the life of them, except for rumi, but she can’t 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. 

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, it’s 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 it’s difficult to ignore the shocked looks the other guests are giving her with you following closely behind. 

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 what’s going on, knowing that the rose in the center and loving looks exchanged meant more than a lunch between friends…

━━━ .°˖✧ rumi!! ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ 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 “a” to point “b,” holding your hand the entire time. 10/10, you successfully managed to go completely undetected! 

╰₊✧ 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 doesn’t 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.

“i feel awful,” she muttered, playing with her food using her chopsticks while deep in thought. “this was my idea to come out here, but now we've been found out and everyone knows when we’ve been working so hard to keep it a secret…”

“hey! don’t worry about it, it’s not that big of a deal,” you assured, reaching out to hold her hand in yours, “they’re gone now, so let’s just enjoy the rest of the night, okay?”

╰₊✧ even though the cat is out of the bag, rumi still can’t 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.

━━━ .°˖✧ zoey!! ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ the worst out of the three at not drawing any attention to herself on the way there. it’s not a normal outing, it’s a date with her girlfriend! the stress gets to her, and she might not be as subtle as she thinks she’s 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!

╰₊✧ when the cameras start flashing and reporters start asking questions, she struggles to ignore them because she’s nothing if not a people pleaser and doesn’t want to hurt any of their feelings by ignoring them. of course, you come first, and if you’re 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 she’ll probably host an impromptu interview right then and there.

“we 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 eyeshadow— like, wow, fireworks! she’s so gorgeous, i have to ask for her number, right now!”

you couldn’t help but smile at her words, heat rushing to your face as you laughed, “the fireworks are probably an overexaggeration—”

“nuh 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 zoey’s openness was refreshing, and her pride to call you her girlfriend was evident to everyone. 

╰₊✧ once the news articles go viral and everyone knows, it’s like she broke free from her shackles. she loves you so much that she’s always wanted to shout it from the rooftops, and now she finally can! if you’re alright with it, she’ll 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. 

━━━ .°˖✧ mira!! ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ not too bad at not drawing any attention to herself on the way there, but her downfall is her overprotectiveness. if anyone’s 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!

╰₊✧ 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. 

“hey! do you guys mind? i’m trying to have a date with my girlfriend over here!” she yells out, smacking the table and scowling out of frustration. she doesn’t like being mean or raising her voice, but she thinks it’s warranted when she’s 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. that’s the bad girl of the group alright! she’s 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. 

“so, anyway, where were we?”

╰₊✧ truthfully, mira doesn’t 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, she’ll adjust to it since she has no strong feelings about it, and will make certain that your wishes are respected. 

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! 

[uniquecutie-puffs]

Heartstrings & Hellfire: Prologue

A stage burst into life, awash with thousands of glowing light stick and roaring fans. Neon beams ripple across the arena, covering to form a brilliant sigil: letter H, blazing at the heart of it all.

The crowds chants in perfect rhythm, voices echoing like a war cry of devotion.

Huntrix!

Huntrix!

Huntrix!

The name reverberates, charged with energy. As the lights whirl and pulse, fans raise their signature light sticks, ornately shaped like clover blossoms with interwoven lines, echoing the elegance of traditional norigae. Bathed in soft lavender and violet hues, each stick glows with a radiant H in its centre, uniting the crowd in a magical, synchronised light.

“The world will know you as a pop star.” a calm, powerful voice narrates, Celine, their mentor.

“But you will be much more than that.” She continued as a thick mist coiled across the stage, revealing three silhouettes of figures standing side by side. Their reflection shimmer as if caught between past and present.

“You will be Hunters.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Centuries earlier.....

Red lighting cracks the earth of a quiet nearby village during the Joseon-era. the ground glows ominously beneath terrified feet as villagers turn, too late. From fiery fractures in the soil, grotesque shapes rise.

Demons.

“Demons have always haunted our world,”

One by one demons began to terrorize the village and take the souls of the innocent.

“Stealing our souls and channeling strength back to their king, Gwi-Ma.”

Streaks of light twisted upward, souls, torn and taken from the villager, pulled like comets into the void. In a shadowed realm, Gwi-Ma, the Demon King, devours them. Each soul that he feeds on bloats his form with power. With every feeding, he spawns new horrors.

“Until heros arose to defend us.”

A mother shields her child, clutching only a rake for protection, as demons close in. But then a song is heard from the gate. A sudden glow.

The demons were about to attack the people, only to be stopped by the presence of three women standing atop on the gate. Clad in warrior's hanbok, each holding weapons that shimmer with unnatural brilliance. With a song powering them to defend the villagers and defeating the demons.

“Born with voices that could drive back the darkness.”

As the three women conquer the demons, each woman sings with rich melodious grace while soaring and vanquishing all the demons within the village.

“Singing songs of courage and hope. But hunters are more than warriors. They also had the protection of an angelic warrior supporting them with their light magic.”

As the final demon fades into dus, the warriors descend, with elegance and fierceness. Their harmony summons a wave of light, wrapping the country in safety. From above, a new glow.

A fourth figure descends, an angelic warrior, radiant in white hanbok. With hands outstretched, she channels the music into pure white magic.

“Our music ignites the soul and brings people together.”

The angelic warrior went over to a little girl whose soul was ignited by the performance of the warrior's and held her hand to show compassion and hope while retrieving the little girl's sparkled soul in doing so, creating a glowing light show.

“With this connection, the first Hunters created a shield to protect our world, the Honmoon.”

The warriors gather. With synchronized steps and radiant song, they form a circle at the village center.

“Every generation, a new angel is reborn with the new trio of hunters chosen to fulfill our ultimate duty.”

The angel lifts her hands and a wave of golden light erupts outward, a protective shield was formed.As the demonic horde screams from the underworld, the light seals them away.

The Honmoon expands across the land, a barrier that no demon can breach.

“A barrier so strong it is impenetrable, that will keep demons and Gwi-Ma from our world forever.”

Time shifts. Eras pass, each decade of music gives birth to a new trio of Hunters and the rebirth of the Angel was shown as they sang together in harmony.

“The Golden Honmoon.”

The Sunlight Sisters' golden performance was the breaking point in creating the golden protective shield around the world.

“And now that duty falls to you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Celine stood with a giant scared willow tree behind her. Before her stand the new Hunters, the first male led generation.

At the center: a tall young man with violet hair, intensity in his eyes. To his left, a smirking dancer with flaming pink hair. To his right, a graceful and beautiful woman with long golden wavy locks, eyes full of fire and kindness. And beside her, a bright soul with dark navy hair, fists clenched in resolve and excitement.

Celine steps forward.

“That victory is within your reach. It is your voice, your song, that will create the Golden Honmoon.”

The four of them looked at each other and clasping hands to show their loyalties to one another and their friendship.

“Yes, Celine,” they all said in unison.

Their eyes shine. Not just with the thrill of the stage but with purpose and fire.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Hi, so this is the start of the story hehehe, hope you enjoyed it so far. So the height is based on the height of some of the BTS members (since they're back and I love them).

Also I would like suggestions for the male counterpart of the names for the Huntrix. I read somewhere that the name Rumi can be unisex so that stays but I'm having a hard time with Mira and Zoey's male names.

So far I have is Miro and Zane. But you can comment down below if you have any other suggestions that you like. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[mona-risms]

hear me out.. polytrix x reader where fem!reader doesn't know about the whole demon hunter thing and is still under the hypnosis from the saja boys and the girls try their hardest to snap her out of it. 🫦

◆ MAIN COURSE: poly!HUNTR/X x fem!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None

◆ NOTES: This might've SLIGHTLY teeny tinily missed the point but I hope you still like it!! I can't make a full-blown fic without getting paid bc I'm broke as hell and I'm lazy so the most you're getting is the usual hcs and snippets I fear 💔. But anyway I LOVELOVELOVE POLYTRIX 😩😩😩😩😩 I think they should all kiss together and kiss me too

This is the funniest shit ever and no one can tell me otherwise bc you've got three ninja popstars and one perfectly normal human being who just really really loves K-Pop. And you all LOVE each other????? #holyfcknairball no one would believe you until you show full proof that yes you do in fact kiss those celebrities on the mouth! Every day actually! Unless they're on tour but still! Yes you are a girls only poly couple! You couldn't be happier!

Unfortunately bc of the fact that you're normal, you won't even know that the hot new boy band, Saja Boys, are all drawing people in via brainwashing to sacrifice your souls to a Demon King named Gwi-Ma that looks like an oversized wildfire. Said people includes you I fear 💔💔. Imagine you were out coincidentally and you got to witness their debut performance and you were so drawn to them!! Why wouldn't you be??

They hear your voice before they see you—right there, right near the front row, right in front of them.

"What's she doing here?" Mira hissed, though despite her tone, the concern was glaringly obvious.

"I think she wanted to buy something? She said about baking," Zoey answered, her own concern matching up with Mira as she bounced on the balls of her feet in an attempt to both alleviate her sudden restlessness and to see you from the crowd. "But-- But what if they try to grab her? [Y/N]'s at a very grabbable distance! And the worst thing is I won't even blame them—she's really grabbable in general!"

Zoey doesn't even finish before Rumi's weaving through the crowd in an attempt to reach you, "Either way, no one is getting grabbed, least of all our girlfriend."

When Rumi does reach you, she taps your shoulder to gain your attention. Without fail, you turn around and smile widely in recognition, "Ru-- Ahem, babe! Did you see how good this new band was? They're called the Saja Boys!"

"Yeah. I heard."

Usually, you would've noticed her sudden deadpan, but you were buzzing too much under your skin from the sudden excitement of this new debut so you barrelled on, "Maybe you and them'll even collab one day! Wouldn't that be awesome?!"

"Yeah, awesome, now c'mon, we need to get out of the crowd," she effortlessly twines her fingers in yours, which you reciprocate happily as you follow her while still going on about the Saja Boys. But when she dares to look back at the boy band, she noticed the black-haired demon in disguise's eyes on you.. and then on her, as if he knew very well what was going on.

When you finally get out of the crowd, you rejoin your other two loves of your life with a cheek kiss for Mira and then a squealing hug with Zoey.

Mira doesn't hesitate to ask as you and the shortest HUNTR/X member basically wrapped yourselves on each other, "Are you okay? They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

"Yeah, like, did they ever, I dunno.. suck your soul out or something?" Zoey asked, and then quietly winced as Mira and Rumi both signalled not to say anything with exaggerated expressions and hand gestures behind you.

You giggled at the line of questioning, "What? No? My soul definitely felt like it ascended while watching them, though! You guys are funny."

While you and Zoey were busy clinging onto each other, Rumi pulled Mira in to whisper to her, "They know."

"Know what?"

"That we're linked together in some way? That she's a normal human? I don't know, but they know and I don't want to risk her to find out. Do you?"

And their gazes drift to you as you spoke animatedly with Zoey, equally rambling to you and matching your energy in turn—probably both invested in the situation and also well-aware of the much-needed secret debriefing.

And Mira shook her head with furrowed brows, "Absolutely not."

"Good."

Whenever the girls are all "DON'T FALL FOR THEM" you're so confused bc like. Why?? What's up with them recently???? Ever since the Saja Boys popped up, they've been so weirdly pressed about them every time you brought them up. Like, sure, rivalry's one thing, but you've seen them with rivalries before!!!!! It's not like the Saja Boys have like killed people or smth lmfao it's okay the world's not gonna end if you stan them too (cue the scene with them and Bobby looking at the same city and seeing Two Completely Different Views)

Every time you're ever with them one way or another and the Saja Boys are around/involved they are LOCKING THE FUCK IN. Constantly trying to redirect your attention and theirs like "Do Not Look At Her" and if you ever get too close they'll be all "back the FUCK up actually". And whenever thry try to pull all that hypnotising shit on you they are DRAGGING YOU AWAY and kissing you until you run out of air and forget what you were even thinking about like a min ago 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

They're so much more attentive towards you, and during the two weeks of the Saja Boys being there, you are NOT allowed to be without at LEAST one of them. Why?? Ohhhh yk cuz they just really really miss you, that's all!!!!! They did just come out of a world tour so like they wanna be with you for as much as possible ahahahaha definitely bc the boy band you're fawning over rn are actually demons that want to consume your soul!!! Especially yours!!!!!! Bc they know you're special to them all ahahahahaahahahahahahaahahhaa

Oh but it'd be devastating if Mira and Zoey saw you with the crowd after Rumi's breakdown. Not only Bobby was brainwashed, but so are you, mindlessly following the masses. And as much as they want you to fight it, to remember, they can't even blame you or find the strength; they failed, Rumi hid she was part-demon the entire time, it's over

You'd be one of the people closest to Gwi-Ma's flames on purpose I think—a twisted way for Jinu to make your sacrifice quick and painless. But when Rumi and then Zoey and Mira both clock it? Absolutely the fuck not dude Gwi-Ma just made them even fucking MADDER

At the end of it they know they'll definitely have to explain everything to you, considering. From the Saja boys to Rumi explaining herself properly ALLLLL the way to how they're Hunters and what they do. But at the very least you're not dead thank GOD

"You guys know I don't actually know how to feel right now, right? Finding out that my girlfriends have been constantly getting into near-death experiences as, like, idol ninjas with magic weapons isn't really for the faint of heart—let alone finding out demons and supernatural whatevers are real."

The four of you migrated to Rumi's bed after that whole ordeal at the Tower, tired and exhausted and in need of a good cuddle pile. Right now, you and Rumi were cuddled up against each other, her patterns casting a soft glow on your skin, while Mira was spooning you with her tall frame and Zoey clung onto Rumi like a koala.

The trio had the decency to wince a little, and Mira spoke first in defence, "To be fair, we did get trained for, like, years not to give anything away, including our Hunter profession."

"And I'm your girlfriend," you sighed as your hand traced the jagged glowing lines across Rumi's skin, "I thought we weren't going to hide anything. No wonder sometimes you lot disappear without any explanation—this whole time, you've been.. slaying demons?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

You hummed.. before putting your attention on Rumi, "And you. You really think we were going to love you any less because of what you're mixed with?"

"Um. Kinda?" Rumi looked to the side, averting your gazes, "It's-- I was raised to think that I should be ashamed of it, that I need to hide. It's--"

"Why you always have a separate green room?"

"Why you don't go into the batthouse with us?"

Rumi nodded, though not without a flush on her cheeks, "..yeah."

Your gaze softened as you lightly bit your lip before cupping her face for a short but tender kiss, "You think that's gonna really scare me—us—away? Mira and Zoey came back to you after the shock, and I sure as hell don't care if you were part-turtle or whatever--"

"Being part-turtle would be cool! ..Or super slow, depends--"

"My point being," you interrupted Zoey with an affectionate chuckle, "we love you because you're our Rumi. Not an idol, not a demon, just our Rumi—the one that overthinks, overworks and gets so into her head that we'd have to shut it for her. ..No more hiding, yeah?"

Rumi doesn't respond, not for a long while, and thre three of you are content in just laying there in silence, with her patterns casting a brighter yet softer glow on all of you. But eventually she buries her head in your chest, muffling her eventual answer, "..Mhm. Thank you."

Zoey's hold on Rumi tightened as she practically nuzzled into the latter's back, all while Mira reached over to hold Rumi's hand, now back to its human shape compared to the claws she had briefly before. No one else says anything, and that's perfectly fine for the four of you.

"..So I guess I'm retiring from stanning anyone but you guys."

"Obviously!" "Duh." "You are."

[sugarandspicewriting]

This is What it Sounds Like

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.

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, self hatred, self mutilation, hallucinations.

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. 

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 wasn’t alone. Mira and Zoey—her two closest friends, the people she loved more than anyone in the world—were right there with her.

And her patterns were on full display. 

After the disaster at the IDOL Awards and the chaotic Saja boys concert that followed, Rumi didn’t 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 Rumi’s 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 stain—and two orange irises staring back at her.

“I’m so pumped to finally be back on stage! Aren’t you, Rumi?” Zoey chirped, slurping noodles through a mouthful of Huntrix-branded ramyeon.

The sound snapped Rumi out of her trance.

Somehow, while she’d 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.

“So pumped!” Rumi echoed with a forced smile, flinching as a makeup artist dabbed body glitter onto her shoulder—right over the soft shimmer of her patterns.

The strain in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by Mira, as her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Are you sure?” she asked, rising to her feet. “You don’t sound sure.”

Zoey looked up too, concern etching across her face as she joined Mira’s side.

Rumi’s throat tightened. Her eyes stung. The bustling energy of the room was only making things worse.

And then—warmth.

“What’s wrong Rumi?” Zoey whispered softly. Rumi felt the ghost of her breath tickle her ear. 

During their hiatus, the girls had talked—really 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 afraid—terrified—that once the truth was out, Mira and Zoey would turn on her.

But instead, they held her tighter.

“You’re more than your patterns Rumi,” Mira had said. "What makes you different is what saved us.”

After that night, Rumi felt closer to her girls than ever before. 

But somehow, every time she closed her eyes, she saw them raising their weapons to her. Their eyes afraid. Their voices cold.

“How could we be together if we don’t know your lies from your truths Rumi?”

Every dream since then had been haunted by demon versions of her friends, taunting her onstage in the dark.

“So sweet, so easy on the eyes, but hideous on the inside.”

“A demon with no feelings don’t deserve to live”

“We see what you are.”

“You’re a demon. A mistake.”

“Rumi?”

Mira’s 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 shouldn’t still be feeling this way. 

She let a single tear roll down her cheek. 

“I’m just- I'm just nervous about what the fans will think is all. They don’t know what these patterns mean, what if they think I’m a monster?” 

Just like you did.

Zoey gently cupped Rumi’s cheek with one hand. With the other, she traced the line of a pattern near Rumi’s eye—light, reverent.

“The fans…” she murmured, trailing her finger down to the edge of Rumi’s neck, “will think you’re beautiful.”

“Just like we do,” Mira added, leaning in to press a kiss to Rumi’s 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. 

“Thanks guys.”

They smiled 

“Now let's go kill this concert!”

-

Rumi performed flawlessly 

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. 

Bobby had scheduled a major sit-down with one of the top entertainment networks as part of their comeback rollout. Since the group’s apparent disbanding during the chaotic IDOL Awards, fans had been desperate for answers. Even with the tour announced, rumors had swirled—fighting, betrayal, broken contracts, heartbreak.

The interview was going smoothly. The girls hit every mark—smiles in place, well-timed laughter, easy banter with the host, heartfelt (but vague) answers about their “hiatus.” 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-

“Rumi, can you tell us about the marks on your skin?” 

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 couldn’t move.

“Rumi?’ The interviewer asked again after a pregnant pause. 

So sweet, so easy on the eyes, but hideous on the inside.

You’re a demon. A mistake

The voices weren't real—they never were. But they echoed anyway.

Rumi prided herself on being kind. Steady. Controlled. But now something hot and ancient stirred inside her—rage that burned like it had during her confrontation with Celine. A primal anger that whispered,they’re afraid of you. They hate you for what you are.

“The marks,” she said, visibly tense, hands clenched in her lap. Her voice taught like a wire about to snap “They show what I am. What I’ve been through. And if people want to call me names because of them, fine. But I won't apologize for surviving.”

Her voice wavered slightly on the last word. Only Mira and Zoey saw the Honmoon—hovering faintly over the room—ripple with a sudden flush of pink.

Zoey gently put her hand on her knee, grounding her.

“What she means,” Mira jumping in smoothly, “is that Rumi’s always been the strongest of us, these patterns just prove it.”

“Oh, well—of course she is! The fearless leader of Huntrix!” 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 that’s when the singing began.

A soft, familiar melody—off-key, slightly warped—floated 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 wasn’t real. It couldn’t 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 eye—coming from the corner where the vanity mirror stood. 

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. 

“Cause 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 veins”

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 remained—untouched. 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 head—shaking, wild-eyed—ready to strike.

“RUMI NO!”

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 Zoey’s terrified eyes.

“Rumi!” Zoey sobbed, holding her tightly. “What were you doing?!”

Rumi couldn’t 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 claws—evidence 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 Rumi’s skin and gently stroked Rumi’s hair with trembling fingers. 

“Rumi, what happened?” she whispered, barely louder than a breath. “You really scared me.I thought we said we’d talk about how you’re feeling… not keep it all in again.”

Rumi trembled. The hallucination still clawed at the edges of her mind. 

“You don’t know what it’s like!” Rumi blurted out. Her voice rose to a yell “You have no idea how it feels to look in the mirror and not know if you’re the monster everyone fears!”  

Zoey gasps at Rumi’s outburst. 

The door creaked. Mira stood in the doorway, half-dressed, expression hard to read.

“What’s going on here?” she demanded, eyes zeroing in on Rumi’s torn face. “Rumi what the hell happened to your face?”

Zoey’s soft sniffles caught both of their attention. Tears were softly falling from her eyes. 

“Zoey,” Rumi said, realizing what she had done. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-”

Mira quickly crossed the room and wrapped Zoey in her arms, pulling her protectively to her side.“Come here,” she murmured, gently brushing Zoey’s hair behind her ear. Then she turned to Rumi. Her tone softened, but carried weight.

“Rumi... I don’t know what happened to you during that interview, or just now. But yelling at Zoey? After everything? That’s not okay.”

Rumi looked down, ashamed.

“But…” Mira continued, more gently now, “I do know that something’s eating at you. I saw it in your eyes. I felt it when you spoke tonight. You’re scared. And you're hurting. I get it.”

She brushed Zoey’s hair back, soothing her.

“But you’re not alone. You don’t have to claw your way through this by yourself. That’s what we’re here for. But if you shut us out—if you lash out at us—it’s going to feel even worse.”

Mira’s eyes softened.

“Please don’t make us feel like we’re losing you again.”

Rumi didn’t respond. She couldn’t.

Mira turned with Zoey in her arms and guided her toward the door. Just before leaving, she glanced over her shoulder.

She didn’t close it.

Rumi hoped that meant something. 

She collapsed onto the couch, breathing in silence.

She looked at the mirror again.

This time, her reflection didn’t taunt her. It simply stared. Her face was back to normal—but the scratches, the wild eyes, the fear—they were all real.

She touched the claw marks on her cheek.

What if it happens again?

 What if next time they’re not there to stop me?

 What if… I become the thing I’m 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. 

Looking down at the city made her problems feel smaller—almost 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 should’ve been resting.

But she couldn’t 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 it—again?

Her eyes welled with tears as she tugged at the sleeves of her jacket, trying to hide the patterns on her arms. Since she’d upset Zoey, she’d gone back to covering them. She couldn’t bear to let anyone see them right now.

“You always did pick the dramatic spots,” came a soft voice behind her.

Rumi didn’t turn, but she knew it was Mira.

“We brought snacks,” Zoey added, holding up a convenience store bag like it was a peace offering.

“I got those spicy shrimp chips you like,” she said, nudging her playfully. “I also… might’ve eaten half the bag on the way up.”

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.

Mira’s hand on her thigh was all it took. 

“I keep seeing it,” she whispered. “That moment… after the IDOL Awards. When you both—when you raised your weapons at me.”

Zoey tensed beside her. Mira closed her eyes.

“I know you were trying to help,” Rumi said quickly. “I know. But… something in me keeps going back to it. My brain replays it like it’s proof. That the people I love most once thought I was dangerous enough to stop.”

Her voice cracked.

“And then the dreams started. That hallucination in the greenroom? It wasn’t the first time. It’s always you two. But wrong. Demonic. Cruel. Singing Takedown like it was written for me. Telling me I’m a mistake. That I’m rotten inside.”

She wiped her nose on her sleeve.

“And the worst part is… I believed them.”

Mira exhaled slowly.

“You weren’t you in that moment. You were hurting. Overwhelmed. We thought we were losing you.” Zoey said softly.

Rumi shook her head and let out a sob. “But you still aimed at me!”

Mira reached for her hand—slowly, like approaching a wild animal. She waited for Rumi to flinch. She didn’t. 

“We didn’t know what else to do,” Mira confessed. She placed her hand on Rumi’s cheek and gently turned her head towards her. 

Zoey leaned her head on Rumi’s shoulder. “You saved us, Rumi. You saved everyone. And you still think you're the villain of the story.”

“Because I was the villain of the story,” Rumi said, voice breaking. “We’re hunters. We’re supposed to kill demons. So what does that make me?”

She looked down at her covered arms, her voice barely audible. “My 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 they’re still here—and now I know they’ll never go away.”

Her breath hitched.

“How could I ever expect you to love me when I can’t even stand to look at myself in the 

The silence that followed was thick. Unmoving. The only sound was the wind brushing past them.

Mira was the first to speak.

“Rumi… when we first saw you with patterns, we were scared. That part’s true. We were confused—because we were raised to fear demons. Raised to believe they couldn’t be trusted.”

Rumi flinched, but Mira didn’t let go.

“But even more than that, we were taught to rely on each other. To love each other. And we know you, Rumi.”

She reached over Rumi’s legs, gently took Zoey’s hand, and laced their fingers together. “So if you’re part demon? That doesn’t change a damn thing.”

Zoey shifted closer. Her voice was soft, but unwavering.

“I don’t love you despite your patterns, Rumi,” she whispered. “I love you because you fight through every reason you were told not to. Every lie. Every fear. You wake up and try again. That’s who you are.”

She kept one hand in Mira’s, and with her free one, gently placed Rumi’s hand over her chest.

“This? You already have it. All of it.”

Mira leaned in and put her forehead on Rumi’s. 

“We were told to fear demons our whole lives. But I’ve never met anyone with more heart than you,” she murmured. “You carry your pain like armor, but you’ve never once used it to hurt someone. You don’t scare me, Rumi. You ground me.”

She brushed her lips softly against Rumi’s temple.

“We don’t want the version of you that’s hiding. We want you. All of you. Patterns and all.”

[randomfandomworks]

You pushed the eyeshadow palette to the side as Rumi laid below you, watching you decide on what to do next. You’d been bugging her for a while now about designing her show makeup and it was on this dull day in the middle of their break that she had finally agreed.

It wasn’t professional, or high effort, it was simply an idol and her partner sprawled out in bed. The weight of your chest laid on hers, your elbows propping you up just enough to look down at her as you created your masterpiece. You placed some blush to her cheeks, a light dust of color to finish off what you’d been working so hard on.

You set the blush aside, readjusting your weight to look down at Rumi once more, your eyes wandering over her features to take in what you had created. Halfway through your observations you stopped, your gaze lingering on her patterns. Slowly you brought your hand up, brushing your fingers over the patterns that spread across her forehead. Your eyes traced the movement memorizing the shape as your fingers ran along her skin.

“I’m glad you don’t cover them up.” You spoke softly, your fingers moving further up to tuck back some of her loose hairs.

She looked at you silently for a moment, watching you focus, holding onto the gentleness within your stare. “Yeah?” She responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, bringing your hand down to cup her cheek, “Yeah.” You finalized meeting her gaze.

A warmth settled in her chest, something about you, your acceptance of what she’d tried to hide for so long, made her fall even harder for you.

And maybe, she thought after a moment, you’d have to do her makeup more often.

[animeandhorrorgirl]

huntrix cuddling their f so

Warnings: none fluff, bad spelling (I’m sorry), Chubby reader

this is my first fanfic x reader thing so apologies if it’s bad

Give me tips for ways I can improve

mira

Her coming home after a long day of entertaining millions of fans and fighting demons absolutely exhausted and seeing you laying on the couch wrapped up in a blanket and walking straight to you.

Her picking you up and propping her back on the arm of the couch laying on it before laying you back on top of her with your head on her chest.

You both looking at each other like you hung the stars in the sky rarely saying anything except the occasional I love you’s just basking in the rest time they have 

Her running her hands up and down your arms and back as you both listen to rumi and zoey talking about a upcoming project before you fall asleep in her arms while she pulls you even closer

Rumi

Her coming home with the rest of the girls and taking off her jacket as both of you lay in her bed her arm around your shoulder and your head resting on hers as you both look for something to watch of the tv.

You both deciding on an ocean documentary as you pull the blanket closer to the both of you pulling it up to your shoulders.

you tracing the marks along her arm as you listen to the show barley paying it any mind as you cuddle with your wife girlfriend as she gently kisses your cheek.

You both just holding each other as you both begin to fall asleep to the sound of ocean documentary

Zoey

her basically running in to huntrix’s shared penthouse after another successful show day as she calls you over to come sit with her.

After making your way over she pulls you to sit on her lap as she rests her head in between your boobs as she smiles up at you like you created the universe

you run you hands through her hair as she tells you all about her day, from the cute dog she saw, what she had to eat , and the cute signs the fans had made. As you sit and listen.

As you just smile and listen wondering how on earth you ended up with the best girlfriend in the world (can you tell she’s my favorite yet?)

I hope yall enjoyed this sorry if it’s not the best it’s only my first fanfic I’ve actually written out. Please give me feedback on how you think I could improve in anyway

[ruruumin]

true rivals

₊˚ ☘︎ huntr/x! mira x fem! reader.

⤷ inspired by extraL by jennie

as the saja boys made themselves comfortable in their shared table with huntrix, mira’s glare was unwavering. resisting the urge to pull herself from this misery, she sucks up her frustrations and smiles wide for the audience. while the two men beside her chatter with superficial comments about her hair and face, a third voice breaks through the noise.

“didn’t know you were something to be shared, mira.” you say, tilting your cap upwards to expose part of your face. mira’s expression changes from annoyance to shock when she recognizes your smirk beneath the black mask. “i thought we had something special.” 

standing in front of her was a very, very special guest. mira’s lips press tightly against each other, gaze hardening on your figure. had you debuted with huntrix, the world would have united in glorified cheers. instead, you parted from them during your trainee days, choosing to go solo with your agent. 

mira didn’t believe it at first until she saw you walk out of the conference room. the expression on your face was dark and your agent trailed behind you like a puppy. the ceo was hot on your feet, begging for you to reconsider your choice and join the rest of the girls. you had a lot of potential, he kept saying. losing you would mean the entire program might sink under. regardless of his words, you left to create your own small company, one where you could have absolute reign over your debut.

the pink-haired idol thought that when you left, you took her heart with her. all those gentle gestures of affection, sharing water bottles and practicing difficult choreography late at night— she spent years shaking them off. when she closes her eyes, she still imagines your hot breath brushing up against the nape of her neck. she can feel the seething heat from beneath your finger hips as you guide her hips to the beat of the song. 

back in the present, mira closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. to some extent, she hoped you could have joined her in this new group. you would have been good friends with both zoey and rumi. and maybe there could have been more between the two of you. the spark she saw in you was still there. but she has to admit, you looked better alone. at the very top of the music scene, you shined brighter when you were by yourself. being held down by other people wasn’t your cup of tea. 

you wanted all the lines, the hardest dance moves, full control over the field. mira admired that most in you. this feeling of perfect authority that you wield. as long as you put your mind to it, you could do absolutely anything. you’ve done numerous collaborations that garnered both western and eastern attention. your stage presence was absolutely breathtaking when she got the chance to see you.

yet despite being at the height of your career, you’ve never once stopped teasing her. even now, you snuck through heaps of people to be in front of her. acting like one of her other fans, you gesture back to the poster.

her fingers are nervous and the palms of her hand was starting to grow clammy. a bead of sweat threatened to break through her foundation. underneath the gaze of the saja boys was tense, however, it was nothing compared to your sharp, almost calculating stare. 

“haha. very funny,” mira replies, picking up one of her posters, “who am i making this out to then?”

you slowly tilt your head to the side. humming a familiar tune she recognizes as your latest release, mira’s body starts to shiver. “how about… your number one rival?” 

she chuckles, signing the poster. subtly drawing a heart beside your name, she playfully rolls her eyes, “you got some real nerve showing up around here.” 

mira doesn’t waste a second giving you the poster, the excitement in her veins being almost as palpable as her many fans here. the two saja boys sitting beside her don’t bother signing the poster. instead, they sit back in their seats, exchanging looks to each other. the tension as so thick, you couldn’t cut it even with the sharpest of knives.

“i couldn’t help it. i wanted to see my favorite girl.” 

this mouthy response has mira at the edge of her seat, ears burning a brighter shade of pink than her hair.

“h-huh? what are you—?”

at this moment, the rest of the table is staring at her interaction with you. bobby is inching over with curious eyes. this level of attention has mira gripping onto the pen with a force strong enough to break the heavens. instead of entertaining the others at the table, both saja and huntrix, you think its a good time to leave.

“i better get going then. it was nice seeing you again, mira.” without wasting a breath, you straighten your back and start your departure. pulling your cap down to conceal your face, you weave through the crowd without looking back. 

she doesn’t need to hear it from you. she’s sure that when you left, you promised to see her next show.

[owe-143]

✩Dating Zoey hcs!✩

A/N: She's such a cutieee. i love her yall. ty for requesting!!

Warnings: uhh not proof read ☝🏽

Fluff☁⭐

Zoey x Huntr/x!Reader

Requested by: @cherrii-11 !!

>Zoey was likely the first person you bonded with when joining Huntr/x

>dating her is an absolute blast. never a dull moment

>you both work on songs for the group together

>Always hugging you/ holding your hand

>due to her people pleasing tendencies, she will try to impress you in anyway she can

>doing things for you and such (even things you can happily do yourself)

>gets worried that she isn't enough for you

>yall have self care days--painting each others nails, hair styling, massages etc!!

>you two eat everything before performaces

>she's sooo in love with you bro

>biggest yapper on the planet. so like just listen to whatever she has to say

>she will obvi listen to you talk for hours

>you both watch sad kdramas, cuddle and cry over them😭😭

>If you both are rappers, you'll def have rap duets together

>finds the positive in every negative situation

''This colour looks so bad on me'' You sigh,glancing away from the mirror. Zoey shakes her head. She moves you back in front of the mirror before, speaking

''It is not bad. The colour is something different and makes you look 1000 times more unique''

>Nicknames she calls you: sweetie, pookie, her soulmate yk??

>Will be SCREAMING for you if you have a solo performance. She is crazy supportive

>she's just a really awesome person to be around in general, so dating her is a blast!!

[lethargical-lily]

Just watched Kpop Demon Hunters and Imma need y’all to up the fanfic quotient by 500 in 24 hours or I’ll explode

[yan-randomfandom]

Hello ! Could you write about how the yandere saja boys would react if the reader was attacked by a random demon that was trying to steal her soul on her way home ?

Saja Boys and Huntrix x GN!Reader

Oh anon,,, they'd never let that happen

For Saja Boys, if one of them sees a demon near you, he'll send a warning, like a haunting whistle of a known tune — Soda Pop or Your Idol, really.

For Huntrix, I think it goes to a comedic tone because holy shit!! Demon near!!

Saja Boys

They respect the demons. Demons are already struggling as they are, and they just didn't know that you belong to them.

Likewise, the demons respect the Saja Boys. They'll comply with their wishes. If anything, you just earned the protection of all demons.

If Gwi-Ma learns about you, well, I don't think he'd give a darn — one soul is a small price to pay for billions. (Just have to wait 'til they're sick of you or something. Or old age. Old fire's waited this long.)

Huntrix

First and foremost, they'd need to distract you from seeing the weapons in their hands and the demon itself. It's probably the smoothest thing ever though, and you won't ever see it 'cause they're literally doing it behind your back.

Oops, you dropped your wallet. You crouch down and at the same time the Huntrix member throws her weapon at the demon. You stand up again, seeing her innocent smile.

Yerp, just like that. They struggle more than the Saja Boys unfortunately.

— ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[jamiewrites-stuff]

Hypnotic

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HOLY BALLS! where did you guys come from- I literally woke up this morning and got jumpscared by the amount of votes😭

WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE 🤺- anyways, here's another chapter I guess? Enjoy your dang food.

I'm gonna warn y'all early on, My Y/n is very... Yeah, you'll understand sooner or later. Just keep reading💋

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"Pathetic!"

"Useless!"

The voice shouted, echoing through the realm as the demons who were gathered couldn't help but flinch back, cowering in fear at his voice alone.

His Flames seemingly grew bigger, the more his frustrations worsened.

He was weakening.

He needed souls.

But how could he achieve such power, when those fools couldn't even Defeat three mortals, those hunters.

"Don't you idiots know, that once those hunters turn the Honmoon gold, it's over for us!"

He reminded, his Flames growing brighter as he increased his influence, his voice in their heads growing louder, each of which revealing each insecurity, each failure, shame and regret.

Bringing them pain as punishment.

One of the demons burst into tears, trying to quiet down their sobs as the voices only grew stronger.

The tension broke by the sounds of Bipa string, breaking through the air.

Everyone grew silent, heads turning back to look at the person who would dare interrupt.

"There once was a Demon king"

A familiar figure started, plucking a few strings on his Bipa, looking amongst the crowd, satisfied when he got their attention.

"Stop me, if you heard this one before"

He teased, letting his body float down until his feet softly planted on the ground.

"He was in total control, he feasted on souls, the world trembled when he roared."

He continued.

The others were hesitant if they should intervene, or stay quiet. Not wanting to trigger the Demon Lords Anger further.

"But then some hunters, sang some songs, now all he does is starve."

Yet the figure continued, stepping through the crowd, who parted and created a path for him to walk through, eyes focusing on him and his fate.

"Can't get at the souls, and his Flames grow cold."

A soft growl followed, the tiger slowly trialing after it's Master, to act as protection if anyone dares interrupt.

"Just a whisper in the dark."

He smirked slightly, moving his fingers along the strings, creating a simple yet soft ballad.

"And will he let the fire go out?"

"Is this the end of him now?"

"Dying king with a crumbling crown?"

He stopped right below the steps that lead to the Kings throne.

"Will he let the fire go out."

He finished, as His Tiger bumped against his side before walking back to the crowd.

"I let you keep that voice, Jinu"

The voice echoes, the Flames dimming down as the Tension grew amongst them.

"And you dare to mock me with it?"

He muttered, his patience nearly snapping if it weren't for Jinu peaking his interest.

"I'm not here to mock you."

He said calmly, as four more figures slowly appeared at his side.

"I'm here to help you"

He clarified, the Bipa disappearing in his hands as he took a step closer.

"It's time for a new strategy."

The group slowly descends closer to the throne, The crowd of demons waited with bated breath at what's about to happen.

"We fight the hunters, where they least expect it"

Either they'll get killed

"Go after the very thing, that Powers the Honmoon"

Or a new beginning will occur amongst this realm of sin.

Their feet softly planted on the ground below, standing before the wall of Flames.

Jinu's golden eyes Shined as he gazed at the eternal Flames, the very thing that Haunted him for 400 years.

"The Fans."

As if on cue, they all instinctively struck a pose, causing silence to befall on them.

Gwi-ma took a minute to process what he was witnessing before deciding to reply, his voice clearly doubtful yet they had managed to catch him off guard, by such a.. Peculiar suggestion.

"A demon... Boyband?"

The Flames questioned, albeit silently judging the idea.

Before the fire suddenly grew larger, as he let out a mocking laugh. The Idea was simply ridiculous, yet utterly amusing.

"What makes you think that could work?"

He questioned.

Jinu smirked, snapping his fingers as his members instantly transformed their appearance to fit the Human standards for beauty.

Each holding a unique charm within them, their demonic features carefully hidden away.

Their horns and grotesque teeth disappeared

Now replaced by colored hair and ear piercings.

Gwi-ma fell silent, as the crowd of demons talked amongst each other, truly believing that the ridiculous plan might actually have a chance of working.

"That Aura seems.. Familiar"

Gwi-ma muttered, focusing more on the hidden energy that surrounded the group.

It has been centuries since she last made an appearance.

Tucked away in an eternal slumber.

Isolated in the very depths of this realm.

Where no soul, would be foolish enough to wake her.

Yet apparently one did, and survived to tell the tale.

Why would she aid these fallen souls?

His voice never truly reached her, but her soul was his to use.

One simple call was all it took for her to make an appearance.

"Y/n."

The name rang through the realm, as the Atmosphere grew heavy with tension, A large mist slowly casted upon them all, swallowing them in its eerie embrace.

The fog moved closer to the throne, shifting into a silhouette of a beautiful woman, hair moving like that of clouds, having the fluidity of water.

Eyes a blinding white as she carefully descended, her feet never once touching the ground.

Half of her body being made out of a pink cloud like mist.

"You called?"

She said, her voice holding a mocking tone, almost with disinterest as she spoke to the King of Demons.

"Was this your doing?"

Gwi-ma accuses, displeased by her interference, the Flames burning brighter in a slight warning for her to watch her tone.

"Some of it is"

She smirked, her body floating closer to her new object of interest, pressing herself against his back as she snaked her arms around his neck.

"Though, I must give credit where credit is due"

She hummed, her lips moving closer towards his ear.

"Isn't that right, song bird?"

She coos, her fingers gently playing with the strings of his Gat, as he stood still, as if he was unaffected by her close proximity.

"And your goal?"

Gwi-ma questioned, his Flames burning brighter until the heat nicked at their undead skin.

She growled, gritting her teeth as she felt the weight of her chain clasps around her neck, now being visible, tightening around her skin, nearly suffocating her in the process.

Being a painful reminder of her eternal damnation.

She forced a smile, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of pissing her off, as she let go of Jinu and floated closer to the other members.

"For Entertainment, I've been asleep for far too long"

She said, her expression calm and relaxed as she moved closer to one of them, grabbing and lifting up one of his arms.

"Is it wrong of me to take on a.."

Her fingers carefully graze at the fabric of his sleeve, feeling the muscles that were hidden within, The man couldn't help but smirk and flexed at his biceps a little.

"New project"

She finished, gazing at his golden eyes for a moment before moving away.

Letting out a soft sigh, her hand reached out to another member of the group, gently reaching out for his hair but stopped when he let out a growl.

She only chuckled in response, redirecting her hand below his chin and began to playfully scratch the area.

He felt himself slowly melt at her touch, subtly leaning against her palm.

"I for one, think I did a good job"

She smiled, treating the little demon like some sort of pet, he didn't seem to mind the scratches.

"Okay.."

Gwi-ma redirected his attention back to Jinu, trying his best to ignore whatever that was.

"I know you Jinu, in 400 years"

Jinu's smile slowly fell, getting yet another reminder of his Shame and regret.

"You've never done a single thing, that didn't serve yourself"

The voice grew louder in his head as the memories flashed before his eyes, the familiar pain swelling up inside him.

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Cunty.

She's very cunty. She's a warning in herself, that's why I said this Fic is a bit 🌶. I'm not sure if I'm gonna write anything too graphic in the future.

It really depends on my mood and how confident I am of my writing skills 🫣

I'm quite Positive y'all are gonna love her though, if I'm wrong then just scroll away 🏃‍♀️💨

[toasterdrake]

guys this movie has pulled me back into the x reader trenches 🧍‍♂️

saja boys are cool and all but i'm a womanliker so its huntr/x timeee. tentatively open to requests now that i have more free time if anyone wants to send some my way for the gals 💪

Better Late Than Never - Zoey x gn!Reader

summary: you're late for your first date with Zoey. painfully late.

word count: 1K

warnings: panic attack, implication of injury

The idol life demanded a lot. Time, most of all. Outside commitments were hard to schedule around promo, shows, rehearsals, songwriting, and spending precious time off with her girls.

It had been a small miracle to find a spare few hours when she was free at the same time as you. But after all that -- shuffling timetables, apologising to organisers, reassuring Mira and Rumi and Bobby she would stay hidden -- after all that... you hadn't shown.

Her phone screen stared back at her, icy blue of unanswered messages washing over her face. Pulling in a shaky breath, Zoey switched it off and dropped it on the bench beside her.

Just once, she thought she had found a romantic prospect who actually cared. Who wanted to know more, who wanted to know her, instead of the girl on the posters.

Of course you hadn't.

Of course she wasn't worth the time, the effort.

Of course she wasn't going to waste another moment of that precious currency! Still sitting on the bench, hoping, hoping, waiting, in case you were just around the corner.

She was too optimistic for her own good. Too ready to dish out more chances, when every time it turned out like this.

And yet, she couldn't move.

Zoey's hands balled into fists in her lap. Twilight fading into dusk, a streetlamp flickered to life above her as the shadows deepened.

She fought it, trembling quietly, but her vision blurred, and her head bowed.

She bit her lip, hard. It did nothing to stay the flood.

Alone in a deserted alley, she hunched over, sobbing into her hands under a cold spotlight. She lost herself in the agony tightening like a coiled snake in her chest, lost herself trying desperately to pull in air through heaving sobs, lost herself in the knowledge it was always going to be like this.

"--ey? Zoey!"

Someone was calling her name, tugging her hands away from her face.

Before she could blink away the haze in her eyes, arms were pulling her in close. A steady warmth enveloped her. One hand folded into the back of her jacket; the other cradled her head.

A soft hum emerged amid the ringing in her ears, rumbling deep in the chest holding her. Zoey turned a little to press closer to the vibrations. Somehow, it drowned out the voices inside. The hand on her head began stroking her hair in time with the melody.

Slowly reclaiming a clear rhythm as her mind cleared, she followed the swell and fall of the chest with her own breath. Whoever it was smelt nice, she thought. Like ginseng in the home remedies her mom used to make. Like home.

Eventually, she pulled away a little -- just enough to dry her eyes. Not to mention getting a look at her consoler. Catching the streetlamp's light, the subtle features of your frown greeted her, your hair glowing faintly.

''Are you okay?'' You murmured, voice so quiet she barely heard it stutter and break.

Pushing further from you (instantly missing your warmth now that night had fallen), Zoey wiped her face more vigorously with her sleeves. Embarrassment shot harsh through her. Her makeup must've been horrifically smeared. And, God, what happened to 'your faults and fears must never be seen'?

''I'm sorry, I'm sorry -- I-I must look a mess, I--''

Bewildered, you caught her hands. ''Why are you apologising?''

While her mouth worked to produce an answer, you stood from where you had been kneeling before her. Only to step back and sink to the floor, forehead touching stone by her feet.

''I'm very sorry for my lateness. I did everything I could to be here, but it's inexcusable.'' Sheepish, you rose to your knees. ''I thought you would've been gone by now.''

''I…'' Glancing away, Zoey rubbed her arm. ''I thought I would be too.'' She risked a look at you from the corner of her eye. ''What was it, that kept you?''

An odd, toothy smile stretched your face awkwardly. Your hand slipped beneath your jacket to cover your abdomen. Though her eyes were puffy, her vision was clear now, but your dark clothes were fuzzy against the dim street behind you. She couldn't make out what was there.

''Um… it's a long story.''

She crossed her arms, fixing you with a glare to get her point across. ''I've been waiting a long time to hear it.''

Grimacing, you conceded. ''You're right. Sorry.''

Zoey watched you expectantly. Shifting a little where you still knelt on the ground, you cleared your throat.

''While I was getting ready to meet you, my aunt had some -- visitors. Not the kind you want to welcome in, if you catch my drift. They wanted something from her. Something she couldn't afford to part with. I, uh, put a stop to it, but they got to my aunt first. So,'' you sighed shakily, then pulled in a breath. ''I've been at the hospital with her.''

Gasping, her hands flew to cover her mouth. Frankly, that was her worst nightmare. To not be able to protect a loved one, and for that failure to threaten their life.

''My phone was broken in the fight,'' you pulled it from a pocket, waving the blank cracked screen, ''or I would've let you know. I just… couldn't leave until I knew she'd be okay.''

''That's horrible! Out of all the excuses you could've had, I mean -- that takes the cake!''

You stared at her like you'd fully expected her to scream in your face that she hated you. ''You're not mad?''

Zoey's heart ached at the fragility in your voice. ''How could I be?''

Wringing them in your lap, you looked at your hands. ''I let you down.''

Laying a hand on your shoulder, she urged you to look at her, raising your head with a finger under your chin. ''For a good reason.'' She leaned forward and pressed her lips to your forehead. ''You're forgiven,'' she promised, taking your hands in hers.

Shoulders shaking, laughter bubbled in your chest. Confused, she blinked at you.

''Hey, I was the one comforting you! Uh -- speaking of, how are you feeling?''

Seeing the concern now written on your face, your hands gently squeezing hers, the faint lipstick mark she'd left behind: a smile tugged at the corners of Zoey's lips. ''Better, now.''

~[Z]~

- love, toasty

did ya get my hint that reader knows about demons? did ya did ya? *evil laughter* i have another scenario planned... maybe for all 3 girls...