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Mira destroyed them, that night, but somehow she still gets to keep them.
She shouldn’t get to wake up to breakfast steaming and ready in a bowl for her. She shouldn’t get to fall asleep in the safety of their arms, tangle in their limbs on the couch, or tuck stray hairs behind the shell of an ear, lingering over the miracle of a simple touch.
The guilt of the crime itself is outweighed by the guilt of such an unbefitting punishment.
Mira destroyed them that night. She should not still get to keep them.
Or:
The purpose for the entire visit slips off of her tongue like a prayer, reverent and pious.
“I never thanked you,” Mira says. “For the night of the Idol Awards.”
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01 Feb 2026
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She pushes her glasses back up her nose, eyes never moving from the spot on Rumi’s shoulder. Hm. They are, in fact, still there.
“Zoey,” Mira calls, keeping her voice low, not wanting to alert Rumi, because, quite frankly, she needs to talk to anyone else who isn't the source of the problem right now.
Zoey, thankfully, picks up on the tone in her voice, easily making her way over from across the compound, giving Mira a look. Mira just gestures for Zoey to get closer to her, and once Zoey is shoulder-to-shoulder with her, Mira gestures over toward Rumi.
There’s a pause.
“Huh,” Zoey decides, frowning. “That’s...” she trails off, waving a hand as she tilts her head to the side. “Different.”
“Something like that,” Mira agrees, crossing her arms over her chest. “Rumi has patterns.”
Zoey makes a noise. “Yeah. I guess so, huh?”
(or, mira and zoey discover rumi's patterns early and make it their life goal to...help)
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- Part 18 of 2025 october song prompts [kpdh]
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After a rabies exposure, the virus must travel to the brain before it can cause symptoms. Therefore, the incubation period may last for weeks to months depending on several factors such as location of the exposure site (in relation to the brain) and age; in extremely rare cases it could be dormant for years.
Rumi thinks about this one frequently, lying in bed at night; the idea that you could be wasting away at any moment in your life. A poison in your veins with you none the wiser– like a ticking bomb just waiting to go off.
You would need to get bit or scratched first, of course, and if you took the right precautions you would likely never know. And Rumi has never been bitten anyway. She’s fine.
Absently, she scratches at her shoulder– skin tight.also known affectionately as the “rabies rumi” fic. i promise she doesn’t actually get rabies.
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Mira twists back around to look ahead of herself, tapping her fingers against the wheel as she forces back another smile. “No. Anyway, if you need a date, I’ll do it. I can take you back down, though,” she adds, turning back to look at Zoey over her shoulder.
Zoey actually gapes at her, shaking her head rapidly. “Uh, no, absolutely not. I’m already in the car. I’m, like, painfully alone this Christmas. I can also be your date! The more the merrier, right? And what better time to be merry? It’s literally the season for it.”
Rumi looks genuinely horrified. “No! No. No, it’s fine. Please just drive back to the diner, I’m—”
“Are we all dating?” Mira asks. “Or is she, like, just dating both of us separately?”
Zoey clicks her tongue. She almost sounds casual when she says, “No, we’re totally all dating.”
“Cool,” Mira says, nodding. “Can you put in the address?”
Rumi stares at her, eyes somehow getting bigger. She looks so terribly miserable, as if she would rather be anywhere else right now, which is funnier to Mira than she thinks it probably should be. “You can’t be serious.”
(or, the world's worst holiday fake dating au)
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what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? by FlyingFleshEater
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
17 Nov 2025
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The morning sun slanting over Rumi's eyes is what wakes her. She has her face turned to the window, cheek smushed flat on the mattress and she can feel the wet cling of drool under her chin. She's warm and cozy otherwise, the blanket is up to her nose, and all she needs to do to get away from the pesky sun is duck her head a little more. So, she does.
And immediately recoils in surprise when her nose hits something hard. And soft. Something hard covered in something soft. The top of Zoey's head. Rumi rubs at her nose in sleepy confusion for a second.
Zoey's in bed with her.
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Waking up together, three waysSeries
- Part 4 of leave what's heavy behind