Clexa For Life

What I Made Once I Had Elected Myself Mayor of Glue York City:

Celine gasped into her seltzer and choked. Miyeong laughed, loud and delighted at Celine’s shock.

“Baby, you know your Appa. You have pictures of him on your wall, by your bed.”

Rumi blushed, five years old but all too aware that her mother was laughing at her expense. “You said a baby could have two Appas or Eommas or-”

“Yes, you’re right, some babies have two Appas.” Miyeong glanced at Celine, who’d just gotten herself composed and found herself blushing under Miyeong’s playful stare.

“Can’t I have two?”

“Why do you think Cece is your Appa, baby?”

“At school we’re reading a book and the Appa fixes everything around the house and, and, drops the baby off at school and tucks them into bed. And he cooks for the Eomma and makes the Eomma smile a lot. All the time. That’s what Appas do. And you always smile with Cece, Eomma. Always even when she isn’t looking.”

It was Miyeong’s turn to blush, now, and Celine would have reveled in it had her stomach not been doing summersaults at being clocked so easily by the five year old she co-parented with her best friend.

“I. Yeah.” Miyeong sounded distracted. “Good point, baby.”

Celine opened her mouth but found she didn’t know what to say. She cleared her throat.

“Rumi…” She started. “I’m just-”

“Do you want Celine to be your Appa, Rumi?” Miyeong asked, eyes boring into Celine’s now. Again, her stomach seemed to backflip.

“Yeah.”

Celine’s eyes burned. Miyeong tilted her head, a subtle question. Celine nodded. Yes, of course yes – she loved this child as her own flesh and blood. She’d do anything and everything for her. Of course Rumi could call her her Appa, could call her anything.

“Then Celine can be your Appa.” Miyeong said softly. Celine took a shaky breath in. “Celine loves you very much. And she’ll always be here to take care of you. Right?”

“Of course.” Celine whispered.

“So you can call Cece Appa if you want, or you can keep calling her Cece and know in your heart that she’s your Appa and when you need her she’ll be right by your side.”

Rumi nodded with finality. “I knew it.” She said, very seriously. “I always thought you were my Appa too, Cece.”

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Hi! It’s me, LORELEI. Yes, I’m still around and still very much stuck in the ELSANNA and KPDH fandom.

Sorry that this year I failed again to launch Volume 2 of my Elsanna in Hogwarts AU: EVANESCENCE comic. I got stuck while drawing Chapter 7 and couldn’t continue from there. I realized that I hadn’t planned the overall story well enough. I didn’t want this to be just a porn-with-plot comic. I want the story itself to be engaging too.

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"Sometimes, Mira thinks she’s the luckiest girl in the world to feel as warm as she does whenever she wakes up and greets the day."

the third sunlight sister pays a visit after going away for years of research

Rumi: “Y-yeah…?”

Celine: “DO IT. TO ME. NOW.”

Rumi: “WHAT?!”

Zoey: “Okay so like where were you with this information like two decades ago?”

Thirdlight: “Look there are not very many books about the secret demon hunters that haven’t been open about their actions in four hundred years, OKAY?!”

Mira: “Wait are we just ignoring the fact that Celine got tackled by Rumi almost immediately after insinuating that Rumi wanted Celine to kill her?”

Thirdlight: “Honestly that was somewhat expected from someone raised solo by Celine….”

Alright, so imagine Mi-yeong's death being one of those vague things in the media. 'Found dead in her home', 'long illness' something obviously by a PR team and nothing official.

Mi-yeong is gone and she's left a baby that's being raised by a guardian, that's all the public gets to know for certain.

Mira, Zoey making the assumption it was hunter related and Rumi doesn't dissuade that idea, agrees noncommittally that demons caused her mother's death.

They go with that idea for years until one of them mentions it around Celine who's immediately on the defensive about it, actually visibly angry at the idea of a demon getting the best of Ryu Mi-yeong how dare they.

"She was ill. She was very ill."

Celine's angry response being so uncharacteristic it actually stuns the two, given her stance on keeping things hidden. A response with more information than she intended to give that leads to Mira doing far too much research on what the fuck 'PPP' and 'PPD' are, and Zoey being clingy to a mortified Rumi for a few days.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74324446

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74324446

Fanart of 'Pull me to the ground' by SomethingLikeSawyer

At the same point in time, you have Mira doing fancy piano recitals to impress her parents' friends, Rumi having twice-daily combat training and frequent pop quizzes about the different demon types, and Zoey getting cussed out because someone in the back accidentally put nine chicken nuggets in some guy's ten piece. Fighting with the self-cleaning ice cream machine because like eight people want McFlurries and it's been inoperable all the day and everyone in the store is on the "they lie about the machine being down because they don't want to refill it" thing. Scribbling lyrics on napkins when its slow. Being the shortest one there and therefore the one who always has to crawl into and clean the play place. Sneaking fries and nuggets to get her through her shift.

“Mm? For what?” Zoey puts down her notebook and straightens up from where she’d been lounging on the bed.

Rumi looks kind of embarrassed. She rolls a lock of Zoey’s hair between forefinger and thumb. This should be good. “Oh, like. You know.” Rumi laughs ruefully. “Deciding to spare me. That day.”