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Rumi's birthdays over the years, from zero to twenty-five.
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- Part 4 of you know together we're glowing
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29 Apr 2026
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Rumi touched her fingers to her ribs. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, even through her clothes. A distant, miserable part of her said, this is going to hurt.
She pushed her fingers down.
The rib shifted.
The thing about telling one very big lie is that it requires a foundation of hundreds of smaller lies to hold it up, lies such as "I'm fine," and "nothing's broken," and "it doesn't hurt."
Rumi finds this out the hard way.
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24 Mar 2026
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You have 64 voicemails from: Mira. Press 1 to play.
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29 Jan 2026
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It’s autumn when she sees them again.
It’s impossible, but she does.
Her patterns know it before she does.
(They’re glowing. She’s glowing, a faint, pulsing gold).
(They haven’t glowed in almost a century).
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Demons, even half, are immortal. Humans, less so.
Bookmarked by gingerprice
04 Nov 2025
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The best fic that I will never read again. Decades of grief compressed into under 15k words. This fic got such a big emotional reaction out of me that I almost called out of work the next day.
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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)
17 Oct 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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Bookmarked by gingerprice
19 Nov 2025
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The best fic in the KPDH tag. Devastating and dark, but written with intent. Good depiction of a "bad" Celine"