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“Rumi… I'm on my period..” Zoey started. Eyes nervous and confused, trailing off as her sentence was interrupted with a hungry snarl.
“I know.” That echoing timbre was back, Rumi’s eyes burned to full gold luminescent gold. A long demonic tongue coming forth to lick the glistening venom and drool from her lips as if imagining the taste. Zoey’s eyes widened in understanding as she watched. The hot burn of arousal now prominent.
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- Part 1 of How a Tiger Earns her Stripes
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Mira moved like she was underwater. She had pulled the melody straight from memory, from Rumi’s humming, from the way the lyrics had clawed their way into her chest and embedded itself in her heart.
Every motion, every step felt distant, disconnected—like she was watching herself from somewhere outside her own skin.
She danced for everything she hadn’t said.
For the guilt she couldn’t shed.She thought it might be a sort of twisted way of coping but she needed to do it.
It was her penance.
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The 3 times Mira over hears Rumi singing Free in different moments and the one time Zoey does. The words reopening wounds and guilt inside them. So Mira deals with it the only way she knows how, she dances, diving deep into her regret and emotions as she learns how to accept and forgive herself. Rumi and Zoey is there for her.
Bookmarked by Ladycabbageface
28 Jul 2025
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I want to die like a citrus tree (but that's not a milkweed's fate) by ILovedHerAndSometimesSheLovedMeToo
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
24 Jul 2025
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Mira and Zoey don’t know this yet (they will, one day soon, they will), but Rumi died for the first time the Monday after her eleventh birthday.
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Rumi inhaled, the rush of air filling her lungs, inflating that tiny balloon called hope trapped behind her ribs.
“I love you, Celine.”
The words tumbled out of her gracelessly, but so so sweetly. She waited, and all the while, that little balloon grew and grew, the plastic skin of it stretching and thinning with every second before—
“You too,” Celine said back.
‘Pop.’
“Celine,” Rumi tried again, voice shaking as tears she didn’t even know she still had left to shed began to drip down her left cheek. “Celine, I said I love you.”
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If demons (even half-demons) could kill themselves, there probably wouldn't be many left. Rumi doesn't know this, yet. She learns.
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A collection of loosely connected Polytrix stories set in the same general post-canon timeline. Most of the series is set after they've already gotten together. They're written so they can can be enjoyed independently and in any order, but sometimes there might be a joke or reference to an event in a different fic in the series.
Fluff, angst, and lots and lots of thirst.
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- 20,328
- Works:
- 12
- Bookmarks:
- 95
Bookmarked by Ladycabbageface
27 Jul 2025
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Three women all in different places in their lives, thinking that they're content with the way things are.
Rumi, a widow and single mother to a five year old daughter just trying to find any sort of emotional connection with her days of fame and stardom behind her.
Zoey, a young 20-something with big dreams, doing whatever she can to live her on her own, taken far away from the place she called home.
Mira, the young daughter of a powerful family who is living her life on her terms, having the means and confidence to do so.
A mix of questionable decisions, absurd coincidences, and a few leaps of faith that might end up turning out beautifully for all three of them.