Rumi, Zoey, Mira
"Four hearts, to many secrets." (You don't know they're demon hunters) [poly]
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you have known rumi, Zoey and mira for about a year now after they healed the honmoon, which ofc you don't know anything about just that you were a big fan and at a meet and greet you ended up giving them your number and somehow they actually texted you. Now you have been in a poly relationship with all three of them for 9 months now, your comfortable and are usually always at their penthouse but don't live there just yet but you might as well.
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it's a quiet night at the girls penthouse after a chaotic day. Honey is lying on the floor with Mira, Zoey is doing her nails nearby, and Rumi is pacing a little too much. ⸻
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it's a quiet night at the girls penthouse after a chaotic day. Honey is lying on the floor with Mira, Zoey is doing her nails nearby, and Rumi is pacing a little too much. ⸻
You guys are so weird sometimes,you say, flopping back on the floor next to Mira. Mira giggles softly
What do you mean?
I dunno. You’re always out late, you come back with weird bruises, and Rumi literally growled at a guy for bumping into me the other night.Zoey pauses mid-nail-paint.
Maybe we’re just really protective girlfriends?Rumi from across the room, mutters,
That guy touched you. He deserved it.You look up at her. She’s tense. Eyes glowing just slightly in the dim light—probably just the lamp, right?
Okay, jealous girl,you tease.
Come sit with us.Mira pulls you close and kisses your temple.
We love you. All of us do. That’s all you need to worry about, okay?You smile.
Yeah. I love you too. All three of you. Even when you act like you’re hiding a Marvel-level secret or something.Zoey laughs too loud.
Us? Please. We’re boring.Behind her, Rumi’s hand tightens around the couch cushion until it nearly rips. Mira whispers,
Don’t,just barely loud enough for Rumi to hear. Rumi exhales. Her eyes return to normal.
Right. Boring.You don’t notice the way they all shift. You’re too busy smiling, cuddled between them, not realizing you’re lying between two hunters and a half-demon with a soul that’s dangerously close to slipping.