I am finally making the master post! This will take a while lol.
Right here is my ao3!
Starting off we have the solo!Rumi au! Rumi is, as the name implies, a solo artist covered in mysterious markings. One day two girls her age hunt her down, and angst ensues!
First post is here!
Master list for solo!Rumi here!
Next up we have the CEO!Mira and COO!Zoey x assistant!Rumi au! Where Rumi is hopelessly in love with the married couple, and they are also in love with her but are too scared to tell her!
First post here! fun bonus post! HR Saja boys here!
Ficlet here!
One of my favs, Monster in the attic AU! Where Rumiās cat coded and Mira and Zoey immediately adore her!
part one, part two, part three, part four
Ok so technically this came from someone elseās idea i just built it a lot, the cheating AU! Where Rumi was dating Mira, only to walk in on Mira while she was with Zoey intimately! (They both loved Rumi and wanted a throuple, but didnāt communicate beforehand.)
first post, a what if about Rumi getting in a wreck, what if Rumi had amnesia after the wreck. Bonus: Rumis in a coma but can hear everyone
I also have this Runaway!Rumi AU about Rumi running away at ten.
"Dude! Hilarious, right?" The boyāand she thought of him as a boy instead of a manāholding the phone laughed. Her roommate's boyfriend, though she couldn't possibly remember which roommate this one belonged to. They all started to blend together, light-haired and uninteresting and boisterous only when it helped them show off. She was even positive that this one was newāand wouldn't last, just like all the others.
Another boyfriend shoved at the first one's arm, cackling and imitating the explosion. "Did you know chickens screamed like that? Wahhh!"
"They don't, usually," Rumi mumbled under her breath when the boy pulled the phone away.
The boy squinted at her. "Huh?"
Rumi glanced away, face heating up under the attention. She shrugged vaguely.
"She grew up on a farm," Roommate Two said at her side. She had to raise her voice to be heard above the din of the cafeteria, which only had Rumi shying away even more.
Ok. This isnāt what I said Iām working on for ao3. Itās a writing test for something else. Please enjoy;
Hunted Rumi.
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Rumi jumped, drawing on the Honmoon in the all too familiar way she has for the last year. The power flowed into her, through her, and against the ground to let her leap far further than she was ever meant to.
Behind her, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching the rooftop sheād just left behind, rapid and aggressive. She didnāt bother turning to glance behind her, knowing it would do little except slow her down.
As she approached the edge of the next building, she tugged at the Honmoon again, letting it gather around her and cushion her legs and body for a soft landing. Without slowing she continued to run, eyes darting wildly for any way down. She could use the Honmoon again, but itād be like sending out a signal to her pursuers that sheād dropped to ground level.
Finding nothing, she let out a small curse, turning and darting to her left to throw them off. Itās lucky she chose to do it right then, as she felt more than saw the thrown knives barely miss her legs.
She jumped a few more rooftops, each one letting them get a little closer as their more advanced skill with the Honmoon lent itself to their goal.
The goal of killing her.
Or capturing her.
Sheās never really stopped to ask them while they tried to attack her. The last time theyād managed to cut her cheek, just below her eye, and it was chafing against the mask on her face. Despite the irritant, she left it on, not wanting to risk them seeing what she really looked like.
The edge of the roof approached, and Rumi forced herself to slide to a stop as open air greeted her. Sheād been running on autopilot, not looking as she shouldāve for stairs she could take down. She risked a glance over the edge, knowing it was too far to simply fall down with the Honmoon without them pursuing her down there.
With a sharp turn and moment of concentration Rumi summoned her blade, using it to deflect the two knives thrown towards her thighs. (Seriously, how hard is it to not go for the legs??). Her pursuers landed a moment after, crouching in defensive stances as they drew their own starlit weapons from the Honmoon.
The one on the left whoād introduced herself as Zoey kept her eyes trained on Rumi, focused on the way she shifted her legs. Sheād need to be wary, having seen the way the girl could ricochet them to hit nearly impossible angles.
The one on the right had never bothered to introduce herself, so Rumi had taken to calling her giraffe in her head. Giraffe had long pink hair, and had a long weapon that Rumi recently learned was called a Gok-do. Helpful, to know the weapon youāre being impaled with, huh?
They stopped about 3 yards away from Rumi, eyeing her with as much enthusiasm as a lioness with her prey. They didnāt move to attack, not yet, and Rumi didnāt bother attacking them first. Last time she had, sheād gotten very, very badly beaten before managing to make her escape.
A large form landed on the roof behind the two, silver and black hair fluttering in the air as she gracefully stood from her partial crouch. The familiar gray trench coat fluttered gently, the black pants and crisp white shirt standing out against the night sky.
Rumi grit her teeth, bracing herself in preparation for the attack she knows is coming soon. The woman strode forwards slowly, not bothering to summon her own twin blades yet.
Celine. The monster in Rumiās proverbial closet, the hunter to her prey, theā¦ well, Rumi stopped bothering to make analogies the third or fourth time her life has been forcefully upended because of the older womanās efforts.
The three woman regarded Rumiās trembling form for a few minutes, and Rumi returned the stares with a glare of her own.
Celine let out a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh, one Rumiās enhanced hearing picked up easily. āYou are a very difficult woman to have a conversation with.ā
Rumi tilted her head slightly, an acknowledgment and response all in one. She didnāt dare take her eyes off Celine, sheād made that mistake their first encounter, and still had the scars to prove it on her back.
She waited a moment, almost expectant of Rumi to answer, before continuing. āThings would be much easier if youād simply come with us, you know. You wouldnāt have to keep running, and you wouldnāt have to fight on your own.ā
Rumi narrowed her eyes, letting her foot slide back a little for a better launching off point. The other two women next to Celine tensed, yet still didnāt move to engage like they had before. Something changed, and Rumi doesnāt like it when things change in her life.
Once again, there was a pause as Celine seemed to wait for Rumi to answer her, or respond in any way aside from a small gesture. At the lack of one, she let out another nearly imperceptible sigh.
āLook, I get it. You donāt trust us, and we donāt trust you.ā Celine said, eyebrows pinched slightly in what could only be annoyance. āBut the sword you carry is proof enough that you need to come with us, and you need to do it now.ā
Rumi felt her own brows pinch in confusion, glancing at Giraffe and Zoey. Their expressions screamed hesitation and a bit of annoyance on the taller one, but alsoā¦ hope? Or maybe excitement would be a better name for their expressions.
Rumi licked her lips under the mask, narrowing her eyes as she considered her response. Drawing on the magic within her soul, she altered the shape of her vocal cords, letting them come out with that demonic lilt that disguised the true sound.
āWhat does my sword have to do with you?ā Rumi asked.
Might as well get some useful info if their willing to talk. She risked a glance to the side, noting the building one floor down on her left with a fire escape. Her eyes darted back to the Giraffes, eye twitching slightly as she realized that she saw where Rumi was looking.
āIt means youāre a hunter, somehow.ā Celine answered, surprising Rumi. At the perplexed look she got in response to that, Celine raised an eyebrow in surprise. āDo you really not know what that means?ā
Rumi hesitantly shook her head. Hunter is a fitting name, even if itās closer to hunted for her. She canāt help but wonder what theyāre hunting that they need magic weapons for.
Magic weapons thatā¦ that canāt hurt anyone but her.
Rumi felt her heart rate pick up as she reassessed the three women in front of her. Celine still looked relaxed, but the way she rested on the balls of her feet indicated that she isnāt quite as unprepared for a sudden clash. Giraffe and Zoeyās stances have relaxed a bit, settling on their heels instead. Clearly, they trust that Celine has it handled.
Celine interrupted Rumiās assessment, eyebrows raised slightly. āIt means we hunt and kill demons, creatures that serve Gwi-ma by stealing human souls.ā She explained, āThey have patterns like the ones youāre covered in.ā
Rumi glanced at her exposed arm, the familiar purple markings glowing gently with an internal light. An unpleasant feeling broils in her gut at the knowledge that soul stealing demons have the same marks she does.
Wait.
Rumi tenses, eyes snapping up towards the hunters. Zoey and Giraffe tense as well, but Celine only watches her. Rumi readjusts her grip, palms going clammy at the realization.
āIf you kill everything with patternsā¦ā Rumi swallowed, bracing. āThen does that include me?ā
Zoey winced, and Giraffe flinched at that. Celine shook her head as she answered, āNo, not you. I donāt know how or why you have patterns, but youāre a hunter. That means youāre on our side, not his.ā
Rumi couldnāt help the scoff that came at that. āYour side? Iām not on anyoneās side of whatever you think this is. As far as I can tell, those ādemonsā hate me, and you want to maim me.ā Rumi narrowed her eyes as she took another step back, pausing right at the edge of the roof. āSo donāt go making assumptions about my allegiances, Celine.ā
She said the older womanās name with a vitriol that surprised even her. Celineās eye twitched slightly, and the other two hunters winced in sympathy. Before they could come up with a response, Rumi looked past their shoulders to the right, eyes widening comically.
āWhatās that over there?!ā She gasped.
Zoey, Giraffe, and even Celine turned to look.
There was nothing.
Turning back, they just missed the tip of her purple hair passing over the edge of the roof.
She heard curses above her as she dropped, using the fire escape to slow her descent by grabbing it every three floors. If she could just make it to the street, then she could-
Something bright and impossibly sharp slammed into her shoulder, throwing off her grip on the second floor level. Rumi fell with a scream of pain, landing with a crack of her head against a pallet. Stars danced in front of her eyes as she recovered, slowly managing to push herself into a sitting position.
Groaning, Rumi reached up, gently prodding the arrow, causing her to bite her lip and hiss at the pain. Hopefully, the other hunters above her missed the very loud sounds of whatever had just happened.
Rumi forced herself to her feet, clutching at her shoulder and groaning in pain. She turned, assessing her exit options. On one end of the alley was a dead end with some pipes, at the other stood her. Another woman, one she didnāt recognize. She looked about Celineās age, her hair still mostly black, and she had the same kind of intensity to her eyes that echoed so well with the other woman.
The most important part, at least for Rumi, is the bow she was holding, currently knocked, and aimed right at her heart.
Rumi narrowed her eyes, bracing her back against the wall as she considered her options. Risking taking her eyes off the older woman, Rumi chanced a glance up. A very surprised and concerned pair of eyes met hers.
Zoey.
Dropping her gaze back to the other woman, she saw how she carefully watched every movement Rumi made. Every transfer of weight from one foot to the other had her drawing the bow the tiniest bit more.
āYou run, you die.ā She said, voice level.
Rumi grit her teeth but nodded once, showing she understood. The woman didnāt bother acknowledging the motion, instead tilting her head slightly back to yell up at the roof.
āHey, new kidās! Get down here, I have your pet demon.ā
Rumi bristled at that, unconsciously making her eye flash yellow in annoyance. The woman raised a brow, either in surprise or something else Rumi couldnāt tell. It didnāt matter either way, as Zoey and Giraffe landed near silently behind her. Zoey winced when she saw the arrow, but didnāt say anything. Giraffe moved, stepping in front of Rumi and -accidentally, Rumi assumes- in front of the still drawn bow.
Giraffe looked strangelyā¦ concerned?
Rumi couldnāt quite read her, sheād always been the more stoic of the two, but that was what she saw on Giraffes face. She looked almost regretful, if Rumi had to guess. The idea made her want to chuckle, but the situation didnāt leave much to be amused by.
Celine landed a moment later next to Zoey, her brows furrowed as she looked at the situation. She turned to Rumi, eyes widening the tiniest amount when she spotted the arrow, before darting down to the still smashed pallet with a dark stain left from where her head had hit it.
Celine stepped around Zoey, slapping the other womanās arm halfheartedly. āYou were just supposed to stall her, Poppy.ā She chastised. āThough, I suppose this works, too.ā
The woman, Poppy, let the bow drop and the line become slack. She rolled her eyes at Celine, amusement and mild annoyance clear in her features. Gesturing with her bow, she said, āThis one managed to get away with all three of you on her tail, I wouldnāt have been able to stop her from running without hitting her first.ā
Celine waved her hand over her shoulder in acknowledgment as she stepped forwards, stopping beside Mira. Rumi unconsciously bared her fangs, though she knew Celine couldnāt see them behind the mask.
Celine nodded, turning to glance at the alley entrance then back. āNow, where were we? Ah, yes, you were about to come with us.ā
Rumi grit her teeth, hand still putting pressure on her shoulder. She could feel her magic, both the internal one -which must be demonic, if Celine was telling the truth about her markings- and the external were somehow muted. If she had to guess, itās probably from the arrow in her shoulder.
Celine took a step forwards, raising a hand.
Rumi moved.
Using the claw sheād had behind her back, she tore out the brick sheād been working to get out and chucked it at Celine. In the same motion, Rumi ripped the arrow out of her shoulder.
Celine calmly stepped aside, not even bothering to watch the brick. Her eyes did widen in shock when she saw what Rumi had done, and they widened even further as mist began to coalesce around Rumi.
āNah.ā Rumi spat, feeling that oh so familiar tug in her gut as she began to vanish. She let herself drop into a crouch, hoping the angle change would let her avoid the arrow surely loosed at her heart.
That was her last mistake.
A blade stabbed her in the stomach, and the mist vanished from around her.
Rumi felt bile rise in her throat as she dropped to her knees, hurling acrid tasting liquid tinted brown. She looked up, vision going blurry from the pain to see Celine holding her other sword, looking surprised. Giraffe shouldered past her, saying something, but Rumi couldnāt make out the words.
Why doesnāt it hurt anymore?
Darkness is gathering at the edges of her vision, and she can feel some kind of cloth get removed from her face.
Something about that feels important, but Rumi feels too cold to care.
Why is it so cold?
The last thing Rumi sees before her vision fades completely is Zoey dropping down next to Giraffe, tears beading in her eyes.
Rumi canāt resist when she sees someone elseās tears.
So she starts to cry, even as she passes out from the pain.
ā
An unknown amount of time laterā¦
The first thing she registers is the beeping. Itās steady, repetitive in the way a metronome might be. Her ears twitched at the sound, letting her become aware of her head resting on something incredibly soft.
A finger twitch told her she was laying on something very soft as well, with a blanket thrown over her if she had to guess.
A bed, then. Possibly a hospitable bed.
Rumi tried to force her sluggish mind to move, to piece together what led her to here.
Celine.
Celine had found her again, sending her hunters to wear Rumi down with the chase first. When sheād appeared, Rumi had managed to somewhat slip past them before a woman named Poppy shot her with a freaking bow.
Then, when Rumi had tried to make her escape, sheād been stabbed in the stomach by Celine.
No, thatās not quite right.
She can recall how sheād dropped into a crouch in hopes of avoiding being hit. A crouch that put her where her legs had been moments before. Celine had gone for the legs.
And had instead nearly killed Rumi.
Also, seriously, why do they all keep going for her legs?? What did they do wrong?? Their good legs!
Rumi took a slightly larger breath, letting it settle her annoyance. It also had the unintended effect of letting her know just how many bandages are wrapped around her torso, and how freaking painful it is.
Rumi groaned, eyes opening as she gently put a hand on her stomach. The harsh white lights had her flinching at first, but they adjusted quickly letting her see the room.
There were three beds, including here, but she was the only occupied one. Montiering equipment was hooked up to Rumi, and a glance to the side showed the heart monitor that had roused her in the first place.
Sheās in some kind of medbay, Rumi surmises. With a groan of pain, Rumi pushes herself into a seated position. Her lips were surprisingly dry, Rumi licked them to try and get some moisture in them.
That unfortunately revealed that her mask, the one sheād been using to protect her actual identity, was missing.
And, Rumi belatedly realized, so were her clothes. More crucially? Her wallet, which sheād had in her pocket. Her id, her credit cards, the little amount of cash she carried on her, all of it.
āShitā¦ā Rumi croaked.
The bedside table next to her had a glass of water, but Rumi didnāt trust that in the slightest. Thereās a sink in the corner, so Rumi quickly turns off the monitoring equipment and pulls off all the little suction cups to begin the very long, very painful process of limping to the water.
A bandage on her ankle, likely from the fall though she hadnāt noticed at the time, supported her and hindered her efforts. It took a painfully long time to get to the sink, but when she turned it on and began guzzling it down it was all worth it.
It was like nectar from the gods of old, cleansing and freeing and filling in all the best ways. She drank more than she probably should have, and definitely for too long.
She missed the door opening, right up until she heard the gasp behind her.
āRumi? Why are you out of bed?ā
Rumi spun, summoning her sword with one hand and shutting off the water with the other. Rumi grimaced as the motion strained the wound in her stomach but otherwise didnāt show the discomfort.
The intruder, Zoey, jolted as the weapon was pointed at her. Giraffe was standing behind her, but didnāt move to summon her own weapon as usual, instead opting to simply pull Zoey back a few steps.
Rumi didnāt move for several seconds, debating, before deciding that whatever this place is and whatever they want with her was not worth it.
Mist gathered around Rumi again as she prepared to teleport.
Butā¦
Nothing happened.
Rumi blinked, glancing down and finally noticing the symbols that had been put on the bandages.
āFinally noticed?ā Giraffe asked. Rumi looked up with a glare. āWe had to stop you from teleporting, so you wouldnāt try to run the second you woke up.ā
Rumi reached down with one hand, intending to tear through the bandages with her claws, but they were missing too.
Rumi looked at her hand in disbelief and betrayal, before returning the glare to the Giraffe. She reached in, towards that internal magic sheād become so familiar with, only to find it walled off.
With a slow movement, Rumi felt at her neck. A pendant was hanging there, tight enough that Rumi had thought it was just another bandage. Zoey winced as Rumi pulled on it, then pulled harder.
They both lunged and grabbed her when she brought her sword up to her neck to try and cut it off.
āLet go of me!ā Rumi tried to shout, but it came out as more of a whimper as the struggling twisted at her wounds. Her sword dissipated as they held her, moreso supporting her rather than restraining her.
Rumi felt her cheeks burning as they brought her back to the bed, mostly ignoring her weak attempts to pull out of their grip as they settled her back in. Rumi glared from the bed, one hand pressing against her stomach while the other helps keep her up in her seated position.
The two sit in chairs next to her bed, looking uncharacteristically nervous. Zoey nudges giraffe, who looks at Zoey incredulously.
Zoey rolls her eyes, gesturing at Rumi again. āShe obviously wants to know what it is, Mira, and you know more about it than I do.ā
So giraffes name is Mira. Rumi resolves herself to keep calling her giraffe.
Giraffe clears her throat, nodding. āSo, as you probably could tell, you canāt use any demon powers.ā She paused for a response, but didnāt get one. āItās a specialty made talisman thatās supposed to prevent demons from escaping certain areas. So long as you wear it, you wonāt teleport, shapeshift, or steal souls.ā
Rumi snarled at that, making them both jump. Well, at least I can still do that, Rumi thinks morbidly. āI donāt steal souls. Never have, and donāt ever want to know if I can.ā
Mira and Zoey share another one of those insidious looks, the ones that Rumi could never read but meant that she needed to run. Only this time, she couldnāt run anywhere.
Zoey opened her mouth to say something, but the door opening interrupted her. Celine strode through, followed by Poppy who was still wielding her bow.
Rumi didnāt hesitate to summon her sword, lifting it as best she could to keep it between her and the arrow already strung. Poppy snorted at the sight, but didnāt raise or dispel her bow. She simply held it, an obvious threat and warning.
Celine looked surprised, glancing between the now awake Rumi and the two young woman sitting next to her. āMira, Zoey, I was under the impression you were sleeping?ā
Zoey winced, but Mira responded. āWe tried, butā¦ā she glanced at Rumi, then back to Celine, āwe couldnāt fall asleep without making sure Rumi was still stable. When we came in she was already awake and drinking water from the sink.ā
Celine raised a brow, turning her gaze to the still full glass of water beside Rumi then back. āWhy not just drink the water we left?ā
Rumi didnāt answer, her eyes darting between Celine and Poppy for potential threats. At the lack of a response, Celine sighed and began to stride towards Rumi. Said half demon braced with her sword, but a warning creak from Poppy had her lowering it slightly and shooting a glare at her.
Celine stopped next to the bed on the opposite side of Zoey and the Giraffe, eyes searching over Rumiās slightly trembling form. When had she started trembling?
āHow are you feeling, Rumi?ā Celine gently asked.
Rumi full on gaped at her for a moment. In all their past interactions, Celine had been more than happy to hurl insults and weapons (and one time a semi truck) at Rumi. Sheād never once heard her say anything in a gentle way to her.
Celine waited, her imperious brow still raised in question. Rumi glanced at Zoey and the Giraffe, the former who gave her a thumbs up and the latter a nod, then back.
So, Rumi responded the best way she knew how.
With sarcasm.
āLike a prisoner. Yknow, collared and all.ā She tugged at the pendant, wincing as her shoulder twinged at the sudden movement.
Celine narrowed her eyes a little, gaze flattening into the more familiar one Rumi was used to. āWell enough to sass me, at least. Thatās better than I thought youād be, consideringā¦ā she trailed off, eyes darting to Rumiās bandaged torso then to her shoulder.
Rumi shrugged in answer. āIāve had worse.ā She said.
The best part? She really has been hurt worse in the past.
By Celine.
That got a reaction from the entire room. Zoey full on gasped, Mir-Giraffe leaned forwards with a furrowed brow, Poppy snorted, and Celineās brow pinched in what might be worrying or more likely annoyance.
āSo. You all gonna dissect me or torture me now or what?ā Rumi kept her tone as jovial as she could, but she couldnāt quite keep the tremble out of her voice.
Poppy chimed in before anyone else could respond. āI vote for the dissection. Maybe we can cut the demon out of the hunter?ā
Celine turned, hissing something in rapid fire- is that Russian?? That made Poppy flinch. She nodded, dispelling the bow. Celine let out another sigh-she really liked to do that- and turned back to Rumi.
āNeither. Once your recovered, youāll start training.ā Celine answered.
Rumi lifted her hands, making an X shape while not letting her sword cut anything. āNope. Nope nope nopety nope. Not helping you, donāt wanna be a part of all this.ā
Celine didnāt seem surprised. In fact, she seemed to have prepared for this. āRumi, while you were out I did some research on you.ā Rumi tensed, already not liking where this was going. āYou have less than a thousand wan in your bank account, youāve lost more jobs in the last year alone than almost anyone in Korea, and as far as I could tell your social life is more empty than your trust in us.ā
Rumi grit her teeth. āWhose fault is that, do you think? It might just be possible, though I could be wrong, that itās because you three were hunting me!ā She hissed, directing the last bit at Zoey and Mira.
She felt a grim satisfaction as they both averted their gazes, faces pinched as if in pain.
Celine shrugged. āMy point still stands. At this point, no employer will want to hire you and no one would care if you starved to death on the street. What Iām offering is room and board and a chance to make a lot of money.ā
Rumi glared at Celine, but didnāt say anything, so she continued.
āFor five years, I want you to work with Mira and Zoey. The two of them will become idols, and with your help hopefully create the Golden Honmoon.ā
Rumi narrowed her eyes. āWhat the hell is a golden Honmoon?ā
āItās the ultimate goal of hunters. To permanently seal all demons below with Gwi-ma, so he might starve to death and his servants suffer eternally.ā
Rumi quirked a brow. āHis servants being any and all demons, right?ā The question seemed innocent.
It was not.
āYes, every demon would be sealed away forever, and any caught on this side would probably be destroyed or trapped.ā Celine answered.
Then she froze.
Rumi didnāt smile as she spoke. āAnd where does that leave me, Celine? Iām half demon, so what are the odds Iād be destroyed or yanked down to him?ā She didnāt let Celine answer. āYou donāt know, and you want to know how I know? Because if this Golden Honmoon is the goal of hunters, then they havnāt achieved it yet so you have no idea what it would do to me. Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer living in squalor then being annihilated.ā
Mira was the one to respond as Celine looked stunned. āYouāre a hunter first, Rumi. The Honmoon wouldnāt do that to you.ā
Rumi turned sharply. āAnd how would you know, Giraffe? Unlike you two, I actually have to consider what might happen because if I donāt, I might end up, I dunno, stabbed after being shot by an arrow?ā
She turned to glare at Poppy and Celine as she said the last part. Celine let out yet another sigh and shook her head.
āWeāll leave you for a bit so you can get some sleep. Iāll look at the archives and see if I can find what the Golden Honmoon might do to you in the meantime.ā Celine said.
Thatā¦ surprised Rumi, just a bit. She hadnāt expected Celine to actually be willing to try and help assuage Rumiās concerns, spiteful as they were.
āZoey, Mira, you two should get some sleep. Poppy, Iāll need your help in the archives.ā Celine didnāt wait for debate or further arguments, instead moving and dragging Poppy with her out the door.
A hand landed on Rumiās, the one without her sword, which made her jerk and yank it back. Zoey jerked her hand back, giving her an apologetic look.
āRumiā¦ā Zoey trailed off, seeming unsure where to start.
She felt tired, then. A bone deep weariness that comes from being hunted for months by the two women now trying to pretend like their people she could ever trust.
And unbeknownst to her, they even had hopes sheād eventually love them.
āSave it, Zoey.ā She glared at Mira. āAnd you donāt say a word, either. I want to be perfectly clear; you kidnapped me. I am not here because I chose to be or want to be, I am here because I was physically forced to be. I donāt want to be friends, I donāt want to get to know you, and I most certainly donāt want you to know me.ā She slid down her bed, pulling the blanket up to her chin as she dispelled her sword, turning her back to them. āJust leave me alone, at least this once. Not that you actually care about listening, but I for one am too tired to hear you try and justify what youāve been doing to me.ā
She heard some shuffling, and a plaintive āMira, Iā¦ā but she ignored it. They left not long after, shutting off all but one of the lights.
She also heard the distinctive sound of a padlock clicking shut outside the door.
Great.
Rumi let her eyes drift shut then. She knew sheās a far way off from falling asleep, but if she can pretend hard enough then maybe she can find a way to leave, even if itās just in her mind.
Rumiās ankle twinged.
āā
Well, this was fun to write. Hope yāall enjoyed it!
I swear Iām alive and still writing, Iāve just been working 10+ hour days at my job and itās given me very little free time for it š
Iām most of the way done with a new project (yup, I started another one. I do not know why I am like this) and I think yall will like it. Excellent angst, ends on a cliffhanger for ch 1 (thatās right, full ao3 fic length ch baby!) and plenty of fluff beforehand!
this one is tricky because i'm in a few of the creative spaces so i think what i think of as lesser known and what's lesser known in terms of like... the wider fandom? might not line up, so i'm gonna go based off hits
bite risk by @polytrixaf [T] [Polytrix] [Complete]
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 wiserā 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. Sheās fine.
Absently, she scratches at her shoulderā skin tight.
also known affectionately as the ārabies rumiā fic. i promise she doesnāt actually get rabies.
rabies Rumi! an incredible character study into Rumi's view of herself. i'm sure from the summary you can see where this is going, and it's done masterfully. it's a perfect comparison, and the pay off is extremely satisfying.
you know i love giving Rumi some kind of obsessive disorder and this has that vibe in spades.
let down and hanging around (crushed like a bug on the ground) by @rumifridgetooth [T] [Polytrix] [Complete]
āIām sorry,ā Zoey cut in meekly. āIām just trying to understandāā
Rumi whirled to face her, and she flinched back. āIāve explained this to you before. We have insects that are pests and we have insects that are beneficial. If we let the pests live, they do damage, so we kill them. It doesnāt matter if itās aliveāall of them are alive, but some of them need to die.ā
A study of Rumi and bugs.
in a similar vein, another study of Rumi told through an unusual lens. i won't compare the two, but if you like one i think you'll like the other as well. this is one of those fics where as you're reading it you get this slow sinking dread because you can see Rumi internalising things in real time and you know how it's gonna end
afterimage of a lightning strike by @dreampaladin [E] [Polytrix] [Ongoing]
It started as any typical penetration test didāwith small, little jerks of the cursor, counter to her normal inputs.
Mira didnāt usually pay these any mind. Sunlight Technologies was always hiring some pen-tester or another to attempt to crack their encryption, their firewalls, their responsive malware. It would be a waste to report it; if Sunlight hired the tester, then they were documenting everything they did. There would probably be a company-wide OS patch in the next day or so that would fix the vulnerability, and that would be that. No reason to be concerned. With a couple quick eye movements, Mira deployed a script she had developed in her free time to isolate her operating system from the network and quickly excise any malicious actors. They could test on someone else, thank you very much.
What was strange was that it wasnāt working.
you'll need to log in to see this one but it's well worth it. be mindful of the tags as well, because this one is a cyberpunk AU, with all the pain and misery that comes with it
i adore the way Rumi is handled in this, especially in relation to her bodily autonomy and lack of it. i'm so curious about how she ended up in the situation she's in and chewing at the bars of my enclosure waiting for an update but in a very chill and patient way
Living in Paradise by @lillowing [M] [Polytrix] [Ongoing]
Mira leaves her lavish life- modelling, rich family, fans- to escape it all to the wilderness, with only a lake and cabin to call home. Little does she know, a Siren stalks these waters.
siren Rumi AU! Rumi is such a little shit in this. an absolute gobshite.
the canon narrative is woven in in a super interesting way despite it being an AU, and i'm very interested to see where it's going next. the characterisations are super fun, and the fic is mostly lighthearted, but i'm preparing myself for incoming angst.
Questions & Answers by @frogsnfungi203 [E] [Polytrix] [Complete]
Huntr/x is in the dance studio preparing for their comeback when things get hot and heavy- until Rumi gets hurtā¦
a short and sweet fic of the three of them being complete dumbasses with a touch of hurt/comfort and a sprinkle of smut for good measure.
i'm a big fan of the characterisation of Rumi being someone who avoids dealing with trauma and feelings by throwing herself into work, and for that no longer being something she can do. also, as previously mentioned, i'm also a big fan of Rumi having intimacy issues post-Takedown.
i love her very much (there's nothing i can do) by @tiefvoid [M] [Polytrix] [Complete]
getting a good grade in intimacy is something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve, according to rumi.
a wonderful exploration of Rumi and the asexuality spectrum, plus her comfort unhealthy coping mechanisms (running and avoiding), which surely will not cause problems for her relationships.
Mira and Zoey are so loving and patient with her and it makes me very soft and warm inside
i needed you then (now i need you again) by @chalantmiratruther [M] [Celine/Mi-yeong] [Complete]
After not speaking to each other for over a decade, Celine is the only person who can watch Mi-yeong's kid on short notice. She does her best.
okay this one is a little different in that it's Celine/Mi-yeong and not some combination of huntrix, but i love the weird and messy relationship the two of them have and i love that it's not a simple or easy thing for them to reconcile even if they want to
also, kid Rumi is so cute
that's it off the top of my head without also recommending something i already rec'd today but, as always, i have 100% missed some. i've read a lot of fic in this fandom and so much of it is so, so good
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Basically, Rumi grows claws because she spirals down a rabbit hole and her girls find out about her demonic heritage.
Btw it was supposed to have around 5k words less. I have no idea how I ended up with 8k words
(TW: lots of angst, mentions of gore, mentions of mistreatment)
I need more dehumanized and/or controlled Rumi. The Rumi who spent her younger years in a (literal or figurative) cage, mistreated and humiliated in a way that she didn't even recognize was undeserved. Rumi, who somehow meets Mira and Zoey through either luck or circumstance and they know or don't know her situation, but still love her anyways. Rumi, who gets out of it thanks to that love and support and heals even if it's not linear or expanded upon.
I need more hidden hurt Rumi. The Rumi who hid her most gruesome of injuries no matter the cause, just so her girls (or Celine, or even Bobby) don't find out. Rumi, who handles the worst of pain alone in the most excruciating detail while still telling herself that it's fine, or even deserved. Rumi, who eventually gets to the point where she can't hide it even if she tried, and it's revealed to the people who care most about her. Rumi, who has to walk them through all those memories for clarity and realization and yet they don't love her any less.
I need more sheltered Rumi. Rumi, who was either in said cage or swept away from the human realm as a child. Rumi, who has even less of an idea of how social interactions work, or how to be human at all. Rumi, who somehow finds Mira and Zoey anyways as a Hunter or a Demon. Rumi, who is overwhelmed by how complex the world is yet still finds joy in it with her girls. The girls, who are helping her through it and also want her so badly.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
WHOāS READY FOR A BIG FUCKING BANG YāALL!?!
Itās here, itās queer, and yāall gonna be on your motherfucking āØkneesāØ
*crying
Just the biggest thank you to the talented and wonderful @drgnnoodlez who has been a delight to work with and is just, quite frankly, one talented binch, please go and shower her work with some love!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/11
Fandom: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mira/Rumi/Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters), Celine & Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters)
Characters: Mira (KPop Demon Hunters), Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters), Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters), Celine (KPop Demon Hunters), Jinu (KPop Demon Hunters), Bobby (KPop Demon Hunters), saja boys all there too
Additional Tags: hollywood au!! or as i like to call it. hollytrix!, rumi is the main lead of a hit show. mira and zoey play her love interests., secret dating zoemira. fake-dating rumira as a publicity stunt. zoerumi exes but theyāre on good terms (or are they), non-linear narrative. to reflect the same way that shows are filmed non-linearly. hehehe, everyone is kind of problematic but zoey is especially messy lmfao. please give her some grace i like making her fucked up, the characters they play reflect their real dynamics in the story hehehehehehehe, yall are not ready for the amount of parallelism im about to bestow upon you, Angst with a Happy Ending, oh shit i never added smut as a tag., Smut, like. a lot of it.
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Mira kisses Rumi in front of cameras all the time. Theyāve become frighteningly good at it over the years. A hand against a waist, a forehead leaned together backstage, a quick kiss shared in āsecret.ā
But thereās no emotional weight to it. Mira knows exactly where Rumiās hand will land before it happens. Exactly how long theyāll hold eye contact. Exactly which angle the photographers are hoping for.
The choreography is second nature now. Their mouths meet. The cameras click. They separate.
She ignores the flutter beneath her ribs. Itās just another mark hit, another scene completed.
I wonder how the polylight sisters would react to seeing that picture in the hunter archives of Mira and Zoey and a woman who looks exactly like their daughter in your reincarnated Rumi au.
They probably wonāt end up seeing it in the fic (when I finally update it, why does my brain hate me for the next ch š) but suffice it to say theyād disregard the reincarnation thing pretty fast.
Since Rumiās father was [Error: Text not found]
That means that their assumption is Rumi is unique, one of a kind demon hybrid deal where her soul is alive despite her heritage. So the belief that a soul that had been preexisting before her birth is laughable at best.
So their reaction would basically be āHoly crap our daughters in danger because she looks like this person from four hundred years ago, we gotta kill a demonā
You know...I had this idea for awhile now and I want to just put it out in the open.
Have you ever thought about Rumi and the girls being in a similar situation with Celine as she was with them.
Okay, just hear me out. Since I know this is going to go into more Au territory.
What if, Celine was trying to figure something out or felt that things aren't quiet right. But Rumi and the girls are standing in the way of that.
They keep insisting that everything is fine or that Celine is just stressed out. And, for the time being, Celine just believes them because she doesn't have any reason not too.
In terms of the Au, I guess I would put this into a urban witch type story. An event happens that is, kind of, similar to the tree scene from the movie. This causes Celine's mental state to go downhill. And she loses control of her magic.
Then girls, who haven't noticed their mentor isn't doing well at all, decide to finally confront Celine. Arguments were made, shouting was heard, as too many things were being thrown back and forth.
And...
And...
And...
Things are going well. Celine and the girls are doing so much better now. It took some time, but things are a lot better now.
Celine moved back to Jeju where it's a lot more peaceful. She currently works at a tea cafe/apothecary were she can practice more of her earth magic.
She been going to therapy regularly and even made a couple of new witch friends.
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So, what if her therapist is asking strange questions.
So, what if Celine can't explain these new scars on her hands and arms.
Nor the weird gaps she has in her memory.
So, what if Celine can't bring up her concerns to Rumi when she and the girls visit.
I mean after last year's health scare, Rumi became hypervigilant when it's comes to sudden changes in her behavior. And there's Rumi's constant reminders to Celine about her medication.
So, what if Mira seems to be more critical towards Rumi's actions. Are they fighting?
So, what if Zoey is trying just too hard to lighten the tension between them. They weren't like this when I last saw them.
So, what if the girls seem to be keeping something from her. Is it my fault!? Did I end up screwing everything up again!?
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But all of that doesn't seem to matter at the end of the day.
Because everything is fine.
The girls said everything is going to be fine.
And why would Celine have any reason to doubt them.
Iāmā¦ huh. Ok Iām not 100% sure where Iād go with an au like this.
When you say similar situation with them as she was, Iām guessing you mean Rumi being half something (with Celine being a witch maybe half dragon would fit?) and her not knowing since the girls erased her memory of growing up teaching Rumi to suppress her moreā¦ reptilian habits.
Rumi, who was the one to wipe the memoryās from Celineās mind, is dealing with the guilt of doing so while actively continuing to do so with the specialty pills she made to block the memoryās.
Mira, who didnāt help but did have to protect Celine fron Rumi after she accidentally shredded the older womanās arms and hands to protect them from her magic surge, is rather harsh about the fact she chose to use magic to erase the memoryās rather than deal with the consequences.
Zoey, who is trying her best to keep the peace while at the same time falling apart because sheās also keeping a secret (half-siren Zoey) and thatās how she was able to get the pills to Rumi in the first place. Theyāre made of a mixture of herbs and her own blood.
Lastly Celine, who thinks she raised Rumi while constantly belittling her and trying to force her to become Miyeong, guilt-ridden and confused why the memoryās of Rumiās childhood are so clouded.
Confused especially when her therapist, a dr.Bobby, is asking about the solstice. (She missed the last one, right? She was sick, wasnāt she?) Why heās so insistent about her meeting new witches and making friends with them.
And why is Poppy, the new witch friend who just moved in, so interested in her medicine?
Iād imaging that eventually, Poppy would identify the sirens blood and quietly swap the pills out for duds, and Celineās memoryās slowly return. Her whole ānot talking to the girlsā thing actually works in her favor, because they donāt realize sheās remembering.
Remembering her death at Rumiās hands.
I think it would be an accident, an attempt from Rumi to stop the wild surges of magic ripping apart the area near where she and the other two live. She hadnāt expected Celine to try and charge her, and the knife sheād thrown to hit her hands hit her heart instead.
She doesnāt know how sheās alive, but she sure as heck is gonna find out.
Interesting au tbh, though with something like this Iām liable to make it a lot more angsty then I think you originally intended lol. Thanks for the fun idea!
