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A broken soul trapped in the nastiest shell (How can you sleep or live with yourself?) by a_bird_who_is_like_no_other
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
27 Jun 2025
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Rumi doesn’t leave.
She doesn’t want to. Even if she had tried, it would probably have been impossible – Zoey and Mira have positively caged her in, and she doesn’t think there's a way of escaping. She’s basically buried underneath them.
She… she likes it.
The way they don’t seem to shy away from her, the way both of them seem to seek physical contact.
She doesn’t even think that anyone ever hugged her, before she met her team.
And now, she’s here, between her first and best friends – and Zoey keeps burying her head in Rumi’s shoulder, whenever she laughs too much; and Mira’s legs are pressed against her own, and the taller girl absentmindedly grabs her hand every now and then.She thinks she might like it - being held like this.
– .˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳. –
In which the Honmoon is more than just a shield protecting the world from demons - it is a net, is a connection, it binds souls together and never lets them go again. And it has chosen. Rumi is just left to wonder if, despite of what she is, the other two parts of her soul will be able to love her, still.
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Zoey kisses Mira in front of Rumi and Rumi can’t help but focus on how she’s been left out.
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There’s a pause, and then Wednesday speaks again. “I admit that I do have one ulterior motive in asking you to visit for the holidays.”
Enid laughs, unsurprised; there’s the Wednesday she knows, even a phone line and a coast away. “Yeah? What is it?”
“I told my parents that I’m in a relationship,” Wednesday says, offhand, like it’s just another sentence and not a lightning strike to Enid’s heart. "With you, specifically."
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Wednesday Addams built an empire from ashes.
She doesn’t do grief. Doesn’t do company. Doesn’t do kindness.
But the waitress from her favorite diner—with the too-bright smile and the texts she never answers—just lost everything. And Wednesday doesn’t know how to watch that happen twice.Enid Sinclair has spent five years surviving.
She’s learned how to pack her whole life into a bag, how to fold herself small enough to be tolerated, how to smile even when she’s breaking.
She’s never had a place that was hers. Never had someone stay.Until the night she sends one final text.
And Wednesday shows up—in a black car, from a world Enid’s never been allowed into, offering safety like it costs her nothing. -
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— ONE PAINFULLY THIN SILVER LINE IS ALL THATS SEPARATING THEM.
[♡]: oh, how sage greatly longed to stitch back the heavens. every night was spent weaving away clouds and mist, forever taunted by the gashing rip across the lower half of the heavens and the upper half of the sky. she ached to be back with her lover, not just by magpies on one singular night, but in her arms for all of eternity.