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annie | 28 | lady/she + her pronouns | theme by koduck

[hifumiitogo]

the river flows to the sea

jinu/rumi au, sequel to as the moon pulls on the tides

link on ao3

Excerpt

Rumi jumps up, jumps back. Her calf hits the log, and she squawks as she starts to lose her balance.

Jinu reaches for her, pulls her straight into his chest. “You know,” he says, voice low and rumbling against her ear, “I was expecting a hug this time, actually.”

Rumi flushes; she shoves him back—carefully, a mere arm’s length—and stares at him. Gat on, colorful jeogori, black baji, and shoes… all the makings of a proper young lord. He stands taller than her, arms clasped behind his back, face smooth. Proud of himself.

She hits his arm.

“Owww!” Jinu hisses, making a show of rubbing where she attacked.

Screw his theatrics. “How—how are you here?!”

“You always point out that I can take human form, so…”

“But the sea! It's far away!”

“The mountain has a river that eventually meets the sea. It was a long swim…”

“The clothes?!”

Jinu looks himself over, does a spin for her. “Eeehhhhh… the lord won’t miss them that much.”

[hifumiitogo]

the river flows to the sea

jinu/rumi au, sequel to as the moon pulls on the tides

link on ao3

Excerpt

Rumi jumps up, jumps back. Her calf hits the log, and she squawks as she starts to lose her balance.

Jinu reaches for her, pulls her straight into his chest. “You know,” he says, voice low and rumbling against her ear, “I was expecting a hug this time, actually.”

Rumi flushes; she shoves him back—carefully, a mere arm’s length—and stares at him. Gat on, colorful jeogori, black baji, and shoes… all the makings of a proper young lord. He stands taller than her, arms clasped behind his back, face smooth. Proud of himself.

She hits his arm.

“Owww!” Jinu hisses, making a show of rubbing where she attacked.

Screw his theatrics. “How—how are you here?!”

“You always point out that I can take human form, so…”

“But the sea! It's far away!”

“The mountain has a river that eventually meets the sea. It was a long swim…”

“The clothes?!”

Jinu looks himself over, does a spin for her. “Eeehhhhh… the lord won’t miss them that much.”

[ordinaryberry]

happy mermay!

to celebrated, i drew a rujinu au. there’s also a fic to go with it!

[hifumiitogo]

hi hi! i gave the fic a sequel!

[foolscapper]

THE GILDED FREEFALL, ACT ONE: THE FALL ► ILLUSTRATIONS

"You're the lock, and we're the key. I can't reach you if you don't reach back."

[gnawe]

[persianmom]

I am chronically online but not in a way that keeps me informed #mybubble

[gaytanic-panic]

[owa-tagoo-siam]

[kunosoura]

I know it feels good as fuck to cast spells from up there

[hifumiitogo]

out of order, chapter 15

jinu/rumi au inspired by positively yours

link on ao3

Excerpt

Their footsteps quickly fade; the door clicks in a way that sets his teeth on edge. The monitors around him keep up the chatter, and Jinu grimaces when he hears the chair scooch in closer. If everything has already ended, then this must be the finale. The encore and last goodbye.

It’s what he wants; he dreads it.

In this awkward semi-silence, a single finger lightly touches his left forearm, roams around the flesh. Randomly, Jinu thinks, but then he notices the pattern repeating once, twice more. With a hitch in his breath, he dares to glance down—purposefully avoiding meeting Rumi’s eyes—to see her connecting the marks that mar him together. Like constellations. Like she did ages ago now.

[burntundertones]

[gnawe]

[finalset]

adhd is like I think it’s gonna take me fifteen minutes to fill up my water bottle

[purplecatghostposts]

And we’re BACK!! Happy (Late) One Year to Somewhere Safe To Land <33

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Zoey and Rumi try engaging with the other Saja Boys. Mira and Jinu return with news.

Enjoy!!!

[dayeongi]

Mountain Willow

Chapters: 1/1

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @itsmoonpeaches!! even though that was yesterday lol Fandom: KPop Demon Hunters (2025) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jinu/Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters) Characters: Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters), Jinu (KPop Demon Hunters), Celine (KPop Demon Hunters) Additional Tags: Angst, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Yi Joseon Dynasty, Yi Joseon Dynasty (1392-1897), Celine is very proud of Rumi, that isn't a good thing, Inspired by Hongrang's sijo Summary:

Rumi's tired arms let the sseugaechima's band hang over her shoulders. She regrets it, because her actions immediately bring Cha Jinu into view. It is a sight she should not be seeing the day before the wedding.

[hifumiitogo]

I loved the latest chapter!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ The babies are back together, stronger than ever 😭😭😭 well, Rumi is, Jinu still needs to recover. I can’t wait for the next arc! Now that the family is getting involved, things are about to get real!

thank you! i call it an arc bc now theyre together and it ends the 1st movie... except jinu doesnt "die." from here on out‼️ its a surprise :)

jinus mom makes her main story appearance! yay!

[hifumiitogo]

out of order, chapter 15

jinu/rumi au inspired by positively yours

link on ao3

Excerpt

Their footsteps quickly fade; the door clicks in a way that sets his teeth on edge. The monitors around him keep up the chatter, and Jinu grimaces when he hears the chair scooch in closer. If everything has already ended, then this must be the finale. The encore and last goodbye.

It’s what he wants; he dreads it.

In this awkward semi-silence, a single finger lightly touches his left forearm, roams around the flesh. Randomly, Jinu thinks, but then he notices the pattern repeating once, twice more. With a hitch in his breath, he dares to glance down—purposefully avoiding meeting Rumi’s eyes—to see her connecting the marks that mar him together. Like constellations. Like she did ages ago now.

[hifumiitogo]

out of order, chapter 15

jinu/rumi au inspired by positively yours

link on ao3

Excerpt

Their footsteps quickly fade; the door clicks in a way that sets his teeth on edge. The monitors around him keep up the chatter, and Jinu grimaces when he hears the chair scooch in closer. If everything has already ended, then this must be the finale. The encore and last goodbye.

It’s what he wants; he dreads it.

In this awkward semi-silence, a single finger lightly touches his left forearm, roams around the flesh. Randomly, Jinu thinks, but then he notices the pattern repeating once, twice more. With a hitch in his breath, he dares to glance down—purposefully avoiding meeting Rumi’s eyes—to see her connecting the marks that mar him together. Like constellations. Like she did ages ago now.