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“Rumi,” Zoey’s voice is impossibly soft, “why wouldn’t I tell you that you’re good?”
Rumi shrugs, feeling raw and exposed in the way she always does after kneeling for them.
She considers the question: she just wasn’t brought up that way. There was never any need for praise or affirmation as a form of encouragement. Not when there were other forms so readily available – imminent choking forms, creeping steadily across her body.
A soft Rumi character study featuring cows, colours and collars.
Series
- Part 1 of caution, two person lift required
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Jealousy in Perfect Harmony by 0o_Demigod for charminhearts
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
02 Jan 2026
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The first noticeable occasion happened over breakfast.
Rumi sat at the table with her phone, scrolling through comments with a small smile, mostly amused, kind of overwhelmed at the song’s reception.
Zoey leaned over her shoulder, reading the posts Rumi was looking at, when her scent flared with shock, “Nope. Not a chance. No thank you, ma’am. We’re not reading that, absolutely not.”
Rumi looked up at her and raised an eyebrow, “What?”
Zoey pointed at a comment like it personally insulted her height. “That person said they wanted him to bite you!”Series
- Part 6 of Polytrix ABO Expanded Universe
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"Was that—?" Zoey's eyebrows raised before her eyes narrowed, a smirk on her face. "Oh, Rumi. You liked that, didn't you?"
"N-no, I didn't…" Rumi scrambled backwards clumsily, all the grace and poise of a hunter—of their leader seemingly lost in her embarrassment. "I don't know why I—it's not, I didn't meant to," she stammered.
"Didn't mean to what, baby?" Zoey cooed, her fingers cool against Rumi's heated cheek. "Didn't mean to be good for me?"
A soft, airy whine escaped from Rumi's throat.
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Mira and Zoey teach Rumi that she doesn't have to offer anything to be loved. She doesn't have to do anything, be anything, or be perfect. All she has to do is her best; all she has to do is be good.
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A dull thunk on glass has Mira pausing, blinking slowly as she tries to figure out if she heard that right.
Tap tap tap.
Mira’s gaze rises, startled at the sight of Rumi on the other side of the glass. Wide eyes stare as Rumi waves enthusiastically, a brilliant and wide smile on her face as she cradles a tiny potted plant in the crook of her elbow. She’s wearing a sleeveless shirt today, and oh, the sight has Mira mesmerized; sunlight dapples on Rumi’s skin, highlighting the swirling lines of dark ink on her shoulders and arms. Pearlescent colors glimmer as they run parallel to the ink, almost like a mirrored afterimage. The ink only manages to accentuate the muscles of Rumi’s figure, inadvertently flexing with each wave of her hand.
Rumi’s hand presses against the glass and her expression is full of glee as she waits. A soft sigh escapes Mira as she shakes her head fondly.
“Dork.” Yet Mira raises her hand and presses it against the glass as well, holding her palm to Rumi’s. A delighted laugh slips free as she watches joy bloom across her girlfriend’s face.
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The Color You Called Me Beautiful In by Lovelettersinjune
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
13 Nov 2025
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“Hey, you know,” Zoey said, voice teasing, “Rumi’s really getting good at kissing.”
Mira’s sharp eyes flicked toward Rumi, a slow, deliberate tilt of her head that made Rumi’s chest tighten.
“Really?” she asked, a soft challenge hidden in the syllable.
Rumi’s heart stuttered. “Wha—? I don’t—”
Her cheeks flamed, the glow of her markings deepening into a richer pink, and she instinctively shrank a little closer to Zoey. But Zoey, never one to let hesitation linger, nudged her side with a playful elbow.
“Come on, don’t be shy. Show her what you’ve learned. Kiss her.”—
OR, Rumi has spent years trying to scrub the demon out of her reflection, mistaking survival for shame. Then Zoey and Mira see the light she’s been hiding—and for the first time, she starts to believe it might be hers to keep, to explore, to learn. Mira and Zoey, for their part, are enjoying a little too much every step of Rumi's journey.