Polytrix Propaganda
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Zoey flirts with two beautiful women at her yoga studio.
Unfortunately (or very fortunately), they turn out to be married, to each other, and absolutely into it.
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That classic ‘I need you to help me pretend to my family that I’m in a relationship by bringing you home for the holidays’ fic, except all Celine wants to know is that Rumi has friends, and Rumi… hasn't really been concentrating on that aspect of her life. She wants to be promoted next year, she doesn't have time to make friends. Which is probably why the only people she can think to ask home for Christmas are the two women she had a threesome with six months ago.
Chaotic but established Zoey / Mira, workaholic lonely Rumi, supportive guardian angel Celine. A bit of silly semi-cracky Christmas fun. Will be coming at you like an advent calendar, with one scene a day through December until Christmas - but because chapters are based mostly on scenes they could be 500 words or 2000 words or anywhere in between - please expect zero consistency. Merry Christmas, Polytrix Nation <3
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- Part 1 of three girls in a king-size bed
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She might be risking everything if she did this. Even if they all survived, she might not have a relationship to come back to. Would they be able to understand that she didn’t want to hurt, didn’t want to die anymore, that she had run out of options? Would they hate her if all she left them with was a grave next to her mothers?
Did it matter if they hated her, as long as they were both alive to do so?
Please forgive me.
She reached within, and started to burn.
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Or - A demon attack leaves Rumi and Zoey stranded in a snowstorm. With her demonic abilities, Rumi is able to keep them warm... at an increasing cost and risk to herself.
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But the texture of the couch under her sweating palms scratched violently at something that had always been loose in Rumi’s mind. Something in her fingers clung to the ease of hiding next to these two women. Something wanted to howl but was so deeply buried all it could do was bite at its own flesh. Frustration was clawing at the back of the empty hollow feeling. Normally couch time helped. Normally the laughter started to fill her up again. It gave Rumi something to hold onto until she wasn’t drowning.
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Rumi had a process. Something that never failed to make her feel better. The girls were never suppose to know.
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she looks back down to meet his gaze, picking up her fork to poke at her cold food distractedly.
“they just get so… cuddly. and touchy-feely, i guess.”
there’s a brief, silent pause in which rumi and jinu stare at each other with what feels like the weight of the world on their shoulders. jinu eventually breaks first.
“oh my god,” he breathes out the breath he didn’t even realise he was holding harshly before smothering his face into his hands.
“what?” rumi snaps defensively, her brows tightening into a tiny, self-conscious frown.
“nothing,” he sighs, dragging his hands down his face. “i just can’t believe that your problem is two of the hottest women on campus wanting to cuddle with you after sex.”
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the one where rumi doesn't quite understand what aftercare is, and freaks out about it just a bit.