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This was, without a doubt, Mira's worst nightmare.
The woman to her left leant over her for the fourth time to talk to the person on her right, and Mira tore her headphones down - her over-ear, very expensive, noise cancelling headphones that apparently were completely useless when faced with whatever actual nonsense this woman was saying to her friend - to sit around her neck so she could say with venom, “Please switch seats with me. I'm begging you.”
“It's not allowed,” the purple-haired woman on her right said, her hands visibly tense on the armrests. On Mira's armrest. Everyone knew the person in the middle seat got both armrests. Fuck AirAsia for charging for allocated seating. “If you're not in your assigned seats they can't identify you from your teeth when you die.”
The ‘I'm stuck in the middle seat of an airplane and these two idiots won't swap seats to sit next to each other’ AU. Established Zorumi, a very grumpy Mira, and a six hour flight.
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22 Jan 2026
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Lena is on her fifth sleepless night in a row when her dear friend Jess suggests she visit a doctor for her troubles. Her suggestion is given slyly, a smirk painted on Jess’s face. This smirk has not always ended well for Lena, but she is desperate, overcome with shocking thoughts and tossing and turning, and so she accepts a recommendation: a Dr. Danvers, of Marylebone.
This moment is one she will spend her life looking back on, at times rueing and others thanking a giving and kind God for.
or, Lena is a Victorian woman with hysteria, and Kara is a kind Doctor with just the help she needs.
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12 Jan 2026
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The voice was rich, leathery, and smooth, a controlled belt from the chest of the woman on stage. Mira imagined she could see the concentration in the woman’s closed eyes and furrowed brow, if the stage lights weren’t hitting her from behind, shrouding her in a golden silhouette.
Every bar was effortless. Every note an odyssey.
Mira looked at Zoey. The girl was just as transfixed. More so than Mira, even. But then, Zoey’s attunement to the Honmoon was much stronger than Mira’s. Zoey often said the Honmoon kind of felt like the Ocean from Moana. Mira had never seen it so she had to take Zoey’s word for it.
The Honmoon rippled.
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Mira and Zoey are looking to relax and unwind after months of helping Celine at auditions in search of the missing link to their trio. They don't expect to find her working at a nightclub with her patterns on full display.
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07 Jan 2026
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The Honmoon was sealed. That was still a hard thing to believe. It had been so long, so many generations of hunters had tried, and they were able to actually do it. They wrapped the tour, wrapped the interviews and fan-signings and meet ups, and officially started on a long-awaited hiatus.
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Rumi is not as socialized as she thinks, and instead of talking about it, she reads a bunch of books that Celine sends her. Which is pretty much the same thing.
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Rumi, Mira, and Zoey embark on a mission to find some new hobbies. All the while, Rumi slowly comes to realize what she feels for her bandmates is well beyond 'friendly'.Bookmarked by NightmareWalker
27 Nov 2025
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Rumi’s stomach churns at the thought of seeing Celine again after how they left things off before she ran head-first into Gwi-ma’s not-so-little deathtrap, but she walks up the steps without thinking, the way she always used to, past the gate and across the familiar stone path, and then knocks on the front door.
“Celine,” she calls, and then she hears it. The soft, slow shuffle of footsteps from inside, drawing nearer and nearer, and then, the sound of the lock turning, and—
The door opens, and the woman standing in front of them is not Celine.
If Rumi isn’t actually dead already, her heart stops. “Mom?”
Ryu Miyeong frowns at her. “‘Mom?’"
or: Rumi wakes in a world where Miyeong is alive, and Rumi never existed.
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06 Nov 2025