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In the aftermath of the Idol Awards, and with the new Honmoon standing strong, the girls finally get some time to figure out a few things - about each other, about themselves, and about the Honmoon too.
Who are they, now they've saved the world - and what if they can make more than just weapons from these new threads?
Basically, this is eight chapters of justification for a ninth chapter of pure Honmoon-Magic-Strap smut.
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- Part 1 of A Little Something New
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09 Feb 2026
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“You’ve come into contact with a hormone created by Dr. Salvius when she was investigating fertility. It…well it heightens one’s hypothalamic neuron receptors, creating a—”
“Bea,” Ava all but whines. “English, please.”
“It causes extreme sexual arousal.”
Ava is quiet for a beat, her body thrumming. “You’re saying I’ve been dosed with a sex drug?”
or the Ava and Beatrice sex pollen fic.
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09 Feb 2026
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Beatrice has had a very difficult year, not that she would admit that to anyone (even herself). Her best friends have convinced her to take some time away from work, soak in some sun, and get back in touch with herself but relaxing proves to be a little harder than it looks – especially with someone like Ava around.
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09 Feb 2026
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Beatrice laughs. “A little eager, are we?” She hooks a finger under Ava’s chin. “Don’t worry. You’ll get what you want.”
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After an academic conference interaction goes sideways, Ava Silva finds herself sitting across from hotshot Literature professor, Dr. Beatrice Williams, with another chance to win her over.
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09 Feb 2026
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This was, without a doubt, Mira's worst nightmare.
The woman to her left leant over her for the fourth time to talk to the person on her right, and Mira tore her headphones down - her over-ear, very expensive, noise cancelling headphones that apparently were completely useless when faced with whatever actual nonsense this woman was saying to her friend - to sit around her neck so she could say with venom, “Please switch seats with me. I'm begging you.”
“It's not allowed,” the purple-haired woman on her right said, her hands visibly tense on the armrests. On Mira's armrest. Everyone knew the person in the middle seat got both armrests. Fuck AirAsia for charging for allocated seating. “If you're not in your assigned seats they can't identify you from your teeth when you die.”
The ‘I'm stuck in the middle seat of an airplane and these two idiots won't swap seats to sit next to each other’ AU. Established Zorumi, a very grumpy Mira, and a six hour flight.
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08 Feb 2026
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“Just—” Rumi takes a deep breath. “Just act as if I wasn’t here. Explore your relationship the way you would if you were alone. I mean—obviously close the door if you want to get, um, more intimate, but… I—I don’t want to freak out every day thinking I’m a liability to you guys. I don’t want to worry about you not fully living this relationship the way you want just because I’m around. I want you to be free. Is that—Does that make any sense?”
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08 Feb 2026
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They set out for one night: music, movement, escape from their duties. But a single shared dance becomes a spiral of longing, and their laughter echoes everywhere they’ve held back. A night draped in closeness and comfort slips quietly into something else—something unspoken yet burning beneath every glance. Rumi finds herself suspended between fear and desire, torn between the comfort of silence and the electricity of being seen by Mira and Zoey. As touch turns to trembles, as glances bloom into need, they hover in the fragile twilight between friendship and something deeper, where a single touch might shatter everything or set it free.
What starts as a simple escape quickly turns into something more. Touches linger, glances hold, and maybe, just maybe, things get a little more than friendly.
(They're gay your honour. Good for them.)
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08 Feb 2026
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Mira asks, “So, what, we just pretend ‘polytrix’ isn’t top one on the global trending list right now?”
“It’s—” Rumi physically freezes. It looks like it takes her a moment to compute what Mira had said, then she finishes stiffly, “It’s what?”
Mira’s never been one to lie; and, lo and behold, hashtag polytrix was indeed pressed up as number one on the social media app they’re staring at. Zoey glances down at the related hashtags trending with it: #ITSREAL #POLYTRIXONTOP #RUMIONBOTTOM #HUNTR/XGIRLS #TOTHEGAYWORLD
Or, Mira, Rumi, and Zoey get caught in the middle of their fans' shipping war—but maybe one ship in particular has more substance than the others.
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02 Feb 2026
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After a lifetime of self-denial, Rumi finally finds herself being touched. A lot. And maybe it’s the demon in her, greedy, ravenous, insatiable, that just can’t get enough, just keeps demanding more and more and more. But she’s terrified of crossing the invisible boundary into too much.
Or: Rumi and physical touch (a love story).
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30 Jan 2026
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“The fans are eating up you being a romantic,” Rumi informs her with a smile. “They think it’s cute.”
Mira frowns, pausing her scratching under Derpy's chin (he does not seem to mind. Or notice. Honestly, Mira's not exactly sure if the tiger is even aware that he's alive, sometimes…). “I’m not supposed to be cute. Zoey is cute-”
“Aw, thank you!”
“-you are cute, puppies are cute, Derpy is cute.”
“Mira you’re very, very cute,” Zoey disagrees loudly from where she’s poking at a pot on the stove.
“No, I- ugh. Whatever, not the point. Why did you two say that, anyway, about me being some closet romantic?”
Rumi blinks at her. “Because… you are?”
“I am not- when have you ever seen me fawn over someone opening a door?” Mira scoffs, resuming her ministrations on their fluffy visitor.
“Never, but-”
"So why did you do that? Now people think I'm some swooning idiot."
“Right, no- Mira, I meant that you like to do those things.”
“Duh,” Zoey calls helpfully from the kitchen.In which Mira decides to sweep Rumi and Zoey off their feet, and Rumi and Zoey are too stupid (affectionate) to realize it.
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29 Jan 2026
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Rising up out of the darkness, Ava hears the murmured and disparate voices of a vast crowd, too many to hear all at once, but she can pick out words like 'God' and 'please' and 'hope'. It is a mass of whispered and screamed and chanted prayers, but she is only searching for a single voice, one she knows she could recognise anywhere.
“Ava,” Beatrice says, "I need you to come home. Please."
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When Ava is trapped in the other realm, it is Beatrice's voice that calls her home.
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26 Jan 2026
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Ava shrugs, a movement filled with faux innocence, and Beatrice watches the rise and fall of her shoulders like it’s something fascinating. “You look like a girl who’d sit in that diner with her back to the world, drinking some awful black coffee and thinking about a novel she once read that was set on a street just like that one.”
Beatrice laughs, both startled and a little irritated to be read so devastatingly accurately by a perfect stranger. “Are you insulting me?”
“Oh God, no.” Ava’s eyes widen as if she is genuinely horrified by the thought, “I’m trying to flirt with you.”
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26 Jan 2026
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“What better way to examine something than with a touch of field research?”
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- Part 7 of short widowtracer fics
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25 Jan 2026
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Rumi accidentally walks in on Mira and Zoey.
The worst part?
They might have liked it.
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- Part 1 of triptych
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11 Jan 2026
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Rumi’s side profile was just—. Ridiculous. The bridge of her nose dipped just right, lips full, catching soft light from the screen. Her cheekbones did this thing—sharp, clean, sloped in a way that made it hard to look away.
Zoey’s eyes dipped to her mouth. Glossy. Soft. Pink.
Then her head tilted the other way, slow and lazy. Back to Mira.
And—Damn.
Mira’s lashes curled naturally, thick and dark. Her brows were clean. The kind of face that always looked stunning in photos. The kind of face that held focus in silence.
Zoey’s eyes dropped again.
Mira’s lips.
Plump. A little pink. Glossed from that balm she always carried but never let anyone else use.
Huh.
“Hey,” Zoey murmured, her voice low, pulling through the silence like a loose thread, “Have either of you ever had your first kiss?”
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Zoey's always been a little too observant for her own good—especially when it came to girls she liked. They were beautiful women, sharp jawlines and high cheekbones, long beautiful lashes, shaped brows, and gorgeous, plump lips—and it hit her just how pretty they both were. Too pretty. So of course, it made sense to ask them if they had their first kiss.
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11 Jan 2026
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Rumi turned on Mira. “What the hell was that?”
Mira’s chest was rising and falling too fast, her fists flexing at her sides. “What was what? He was trying to hit on you right in front of me.”
“So what?” Rumi shot back, though her cheeks burned. “You didn’t have to bite his head off!”
“Of course I did!” Mira’s voice rose, then faltered. She dragged a hand through her hair, glaring at the floor like it had personally offended her.
“Why?” Rumi asked, heart beating thunderously through her chest.
Say it, say it, say it. Say why you did it. Say that I’m yours. You have every right to be jealous. Just say it, Mira.
prequel one-shot of highschool vball teammates rumira getting together
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- Part 1 of volleyball au
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11 Jan 2026
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"Yeah, so... That's clearly not the package we were waiting for." Zoey says slowly, blinking like she’s not entirely sure her eyes are working right.
"Yep, definitely not." Rumi echoes, her voice flat but her eyes locked on the opened cardboard box with the exact expression of someone watching a bomb tick. Her mouth hangs slightly open.
They're standing in the middle of the living room, looming over the coffee table where the box had been set down. Inside, nestled in brown packing paper, is a smaller, sleeker box. Its front is taken up by a glossy, life-size picture of what’s inside, and it leaves very little to the imagination. It’s… anatomically detailed. Almost offensively so.
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Rumi and Zoey accidentally open a package meant for Mira, discover something very realistic (and hot) inside, and watch her get extremely flustered. Which, naturally, only leaves them with one logical next step: tease her until she breaks.
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11 Jan 2026
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Mira gasped – a sharp inhale, like she’d touched a live wire. “Rumi,” she said, her voice a raising alarm, “What did you —”
But her words seemed caught in her throat and her eyes zeroed in on Rumi like a missile.
Before Rumi could utter a word she suddenly felt Mira’s adrenaline spike through her veins, wild and electric. It tasted like reckless abandon and a ferocious protectiveness.
Beside her, Zoey stumbled back, pressing a hand to her temple. “Umm guys, why can I FEEL you?” Zoey demanded through gritted teeth. “This is not a group chat I signed up for!”OR
The girls accidentally link their emotions mid-battle. It’s fine. Totally fine. (It is not fine. Has anyone invented poly telegraphy yet?)
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10 Jan 2026
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“Did you know the clitoris has over eight thousand nerve endings?” Zoey remarks, her hands sliding up Rumi’s thighs again. “Some studies indicate the number might be over ten thousand, even.”
“I am aware,” Mira deadpans, holding Rumi in place as she squirms and whimpers under Zoey’s ministrations. “I just had my mouth on all of them.”
(OR, touch-starved sexually repressed half-demon attempts self-pleasure, fails miserably. Mira and Zoey reap the rewards)
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10 Jan 2026
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The woman’s eyes widened, and her hand reached out, not quite touching Rumi, but close. “Not that you’re not beautiful, because wow, you-” She stopped, a look of realisation crossed her face “-I mean, no, wait, no, you are beautiful, but I wasn’t hitting on you, I have a girlfriend-”
Rumi ignored her chest squeezing.
“-A stunning girlfriend, Mira. I mentioned her, right? My girlfriend Mira-” The woman stopped abruptly and lowered her head down into her arms. “Jeez, Zoey, stop rambling at the deaf woman.” It was muffled, but Rumi heard it.
Silenced by grief, Rumi’s world is transformed when she crosses paths with Mira and Zoey, who guide her toward a voice she thought was lost forever.
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Mira with Zoey holding her arm in a death grip: Hey, my girlfriend saw you from across the record shop, and we really dig your vibe. Can we buy you a vinyl?
Rumi, with selective mutism: 👁️👄👁️- Language:
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09 Jan 2026