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Rumi grits her teeth and pulls her hand out of her pajama shorts, another bolt of pleasure following it; she feels raw, as if she’s been grinding against her own hand for hours in her sleep, which is entirely possible. Her fingers are pruny. Her hand is soaked to the wrist. The shorts make an obscene wet sound, sticking to her clammy skin.
“Are you serious,” Rumi groans. Silence answers her, because she’s alone in her bedroom, because neither Mira or Zoey are sprawled out either side of her like usual.
Rumi’s going into heat, and neither of her alphas are even in Seoul.
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20 Jul 2025
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Mira watched on silently. Zoey’s face scrunched, tears streaking down her cheeks, “We can’t- Rumi, you’re a demon. And you hid it from us?” her voice pitched up slightly at the end of her sentence.
She wanted so badly to look away from her grief stricken friends.
Rumi took a couple of steps forward. Too fast. Mira shifted quickly, arm shooting out in front of Zoey to block Rumi from her.
To protect Zoey from Rumi.
Like she was dangerous.
Like she’d hurt Zoey.
Like she’d hurt either of them.
Or
my interpretation of the takedown scene with the concept art of Mira body blocking Rumi away from Zoey as a reference because the brainworms wont go awayBookmarked by Snail_Post
19 Jul 2025
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her and Celine holding hands, smiling under a tree. She’d worked on it in secret for days. Tried to make the colors perfect. Her version of Celine had no face—just a shape—but she thought that was funny, like a little inside joke.
Celine didn’t laugh.
She didn’t even comment. She just cleared the table without a word and tossed the drawing in the trash.
Later, Rumi dug it out. Folded it up. Hid it under her mattress like a crime.Because if there was one thing she understood, even at that age, it was this:
You are not meant to be seen.
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18 Jul 2025
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Two of my NSFW polytrix fics where they discover Rumi can go into heat
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18 Jul 2025
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Rumi shrugs. “It’s just… one of those days, I guess.”
She doesn’t say which kind, but she knows they’ve both had them. It’s the kind where the weight of being left out isn’t in anyone else’s actions, only in the gap she doesn’t know how to cross. Where the warmth of the room makes her ache because she can’t quite find a way to let it in.
Rumi always thought her patterns would fade once the Honmoon was sealed, but they didn’t. And now they seem to respond to her emotions.
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18 Jul 2025