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as long as i'm your favorite stranger (i'll play along) by ev09 for dream_paladin
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
03 Jul 2026
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“It’s yacht season,” Mira says. “And guess who’s having a little get-together on his boat next week?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Zoey exclaims, grabbing Mira’s phone out of her hand. “Oh my god, are we about to Mission Impossible this bitch?”
Rumi leans over to read the invite over Zoey’s shoulder. “It’s a couples party,” she says, frowning. “I’m not having two of us do this alone. Too risky.”
“So we all go. You and Zoey together, and me as a single.”
“Singles are by invite only,” Rumi argues. “Hopefully none of us are even on this guy’s radar, much less his list of people to invite.”
“Yeah, but Min-ho is. How do you think I found that invite? I logged onto his Google Calendar. Let me make a call.”
Rumi hesitates, then nods. Zoey asks, “Millionaires use Google Calendar?”
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Zoey had always enjoyed putting things together.
From building Lego sets with her older brother in his room. To replacing car parts with her father on a Tuesday morning in July. To lazy evenings sat at the coffee table piecing together a jigsaw puzzle with her mom. There was a certain satisfaction Zoey found in going from a thousand splintered pieces to a finished product.
Huntrix is a fractured mess in the wake of Gwi-ma’s defeat. The tenuous relationship they’d started in the back third of the world tour was straining at the edges and threatening to buckle under the weight of their individual betrayals.
On the surface everything seemed fine - they were professionals after all. From the outside not a single hair or emotion was out of place. No faults to exploit, no fears to be shown.
But they were still cowards, still liars.
And Zoey isn’t sure if she knows how to fix the broken pieces of her heart.
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- Part 1 of Woven Threads
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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?”
“I… think so?” -
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Mira’s finger resting near her arm, traces mindless patterns as she patiently waits for her girl to talk. Zoey loves that about Mira. How the girl is short leashed with everyone, but her. Like this secret soft part of Mira is just for Zoey.
“Did you feel the Honmoon today?”
Zoey feels as Mira’s finger pause before she continues the patterns. So soft, almost quieter than a prayer, she admits, “Yes.”
Zoey looks up at the beautiful face before she holds her hand over Mira’s heart, “I meant in here.”
“My tit?”
Zoey’s lips tremble, before smiling. She laughs and she jokingly splashes some water towards the taller girl, “No, you doofus. In your heart, the place that is meant for…her.”
Mira is quiet, as she tightens her hold and replaces her chin on Zoey’s shoulder, “I-...for a second.”
Zoey stares at the side of Mira’s face, and her heart tightens with loss and she…she doesn’t want to hope, but,...”What does this mean?”
Mira stares at the water and curls protectively around the remaining piece of her heart, as she mumbles back into the quiet, “I don’t know.”What if Rumi was raised as a demon?
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- Part 1 of Polytrix We Legit Works
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The sound of rapid knocking at her window made Rumi startle so badly she hit her knees on the bottom of her steering wheel, her hip somehow knocking into the gearshift and her wrist banging against the door. She hissed in pain, hearing a muffled “Oh, god, sorry!” and winding down the window.
Instead of the serial killer she’d been at least partially anticipating, the rolling of the window exposed wide, apologetic eyes, a bright brown with little flecks of golden warmth in the irises, black hair rolled up into a messy bun. “Hey, hi, so sorry, didn’t mean to scare you — just, any idea how long — god, it’s cold—” the woman shivered bodily, large, soft shapeless snow falling in clumps and sticking to her hair and, for some ungodly reason, bare arms “—the road closure will take? My radio doesn’t work and it looks like we’re in a 5G wasteland.”
“Why are you not wearing a sweater?” was the first thing that came out of Rumi’s mouth, which wasn’t the answer to the woman’s question that she was pretty sure she did actually know — somewhere deep down in her brain that wasn’t stuck on the outrageous statement on her t-shirt or the pretty bow of her lips.