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“Umma,” Nari whispered in awe, her fingers tracing lightly along Mira’s skin, “you have patterns too… like Momma.”
It took Mira a second to process what she meant. She glanced down, finally realizing her daughter’s little hands were resting over the faint stretch marks that curved softly along the sides of her stomach.
“Oh,” Mira breathed, letting out a quiet laugh, “these aren’t patterns, plum.”
Nari blinked up at her, clearly unconvinced, waiting for more.
“They’re called stretch marks,” Mira explained gently, resting her own hand over Nari’s to guide her tiny fingertips. “When you were in my belly, you kept growing… and my stomach grew with you so you’d have more room. The marks showed up as my skin stretched to make space for you.”
Nari’s small brows furrowed, processing that with deep toddler concentration. Her fingertip traced along one of the faint silvery lines, feather-light and curious.
“I was in here?” she asked softly, glancing up at Mira like she was confirming the biggest secret in the world.
Mira’s chest warmed, a quiet ache pressing behind her ribs. She nodded slowly. “Mhm. The whole nine months.”
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Polytrix as mothers.
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After they turn the Honmoon gold, Rumi's patterns don't disappear. Instead, she does, leaving Zoey and Mira to grapple with her presumed death.
Until she crash lands back into their lives, feral, bloodied, and broken, forcing them to confront not just new threats to their world, but the trauma she left behind.
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“That’s all demons do.” The way Jinu had looked at her had been lacerating. Furious with her for not understanding the truth, and furious with himself that it was the truth at all. “Feel.”
At the time, Rumi had scoffed, and dismissed the idea as just a demon's attempt to give himself a justification to be what he was. Demons were evil, pure and simple, with nothing more to it. But now, since the Honmoon was sealed, since all other demons were banished, and since Jinu sacrificed himself, she’s forced to shoulder that there isn’t a single other being left on the planet who understands what it means to feel so deeply that the world frays around you.
But Mira and Zoey are trying. God knows they’re trying.
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15 Jun 2026
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“Rumi?” Mira questioned uncertainly. The demons had frozen as well, staring at Rumi as she stared back. The tense silence stretched. The hallway felt like the oxygen had been sucked out and the dim lighting cast shadows all around.
“Rumi, there’s no such thing as half demons. We would know. Celine would have told us. It has to be a trick….” Zoey said but it was clear she still had her own reservations.
And what could Rumi say to that? Celine had said she could find no records of any other half demons, not anywhere in the archive. How could hunters have never encountered a single half demon in the nearly 800 years since the honmoon was created? What were the chances they would meet them now, in this generation, when Rumi herself was one? It felt like a trap. It had to be a trap.
But…
“Rumi?”
“She’s bleeding.” She said softly. “Demons don’t bleed.”
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Fighting Like a Tiger, Singing Like a Dove, Dying Like a Pig by Big_Tater
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
13 Jun 2026
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To start a fire three things are needed:
Heat - (Mira)
Fuel - (Zoey)
Oxygen - (Rumi)
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"I've been thinking about the dream you made for me. About being a hunter. About being an idol. About doing my duty."
"Yes?" Celine beckoned.
"Well… what if I don't? What if I just stay here in this crater on this mountain and enjoy being what I am? After all," she chuckled tonelessly, "I am supposed to keep my taint hidden. You said that, once. Do you remember saying that?"
"I do."
"That's not a… nice thing to say, Celine. Nice people… nice people don't say those things."
A beat.
"Did you mean it?"
The silence that followed was longer than any Rumi could remember between them.
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- Part 2 of Singing through a throat of broken glass (with your knife in my back and a smile on my lips)
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