#30dhs

Kpop Demon Hunters - Rujinu

Timeline: Post-Canon AU Rating: K

"Mortality"

"Is that a grey hair?" Rumi's eyebrow raised, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Jinu stood facing the bathroom mirror, eyes focused on the silvery strand poking through the waves of black. His face wore a mixture of awe, hope, and relief so open and honest that further teasing died on her tongue.

"…I'm allowed to grow old with you…"

It was said with the unabashed reverence of someone finally realizing a 400-year-old curse had truly been broken. Rumi's arms wound around his waist, cheek resting against his back.

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Took it easy on myself again today because I've been feeling tired and stressed. Stuff is coming up and I can't help but worry about it :(

So I just did a short LiuJiu scene (literally just the climax aka the most interesting bit lol) that I'll write the build up to at some point

Day Seventeen of #30dhs2k25: 184/100

Word Count: 154

Rina was hopeless. Not that she would admit that. She could just be friends with him. After all, she could be mature about this. Sure, he was still one of the prettiest people she’d ever seen, and sure, she might still feel a bit… gooey around him, but she could be platonic. She could. Really.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t exactly perfectly platonic. Maybe she still just wanted to be over him since it was fairly clear that he had never noticed her. There were only so many days you could spend staring at a boy and sighing before one got a bit bored. Or maybe not bored, but more embarrassed. 

Especially after two years in a row humiliating herself in blotcher in an attempt to impress him. She had never been the strongest in sports, but she’d outdone herself. The first year, she’d managed to trip and twist her ankle horribly early on in the game. Sure, Torrio had helped her limp off the field (yay!), but she’d been put on strict order to not walk unassisted for the next week (boo). She’d followed that experience the following year with managing to somehow slip on a rotten tomato and knock herself unconscious. She’d come around to Torrio and half the other players crowded around her, peering down at her. When they noticed she was awake, Rina was bombarded by questions. Was she okay, how was her head, how many fingers, could she move her fingers and toes, how did she feel—

Needless to say, she’d spent the next week working indoors and sleeping. If she was honest… the next time she’d seen Torrio, she hadn’t felt quite the same thrill as before. Now it was subdued and she wasn’t desperate to kiss him or anything. Now, she genuinely could just hang with him the grazing grounds and just be normal.

Written for the #30dhs2k25 on Gaia Online! | 341/100

A soul born from fate and fire, Diluc stands on the hill that overlooks the vineyard of Dawn Winery.

His silhouette flickers like an ember heralding in the light of dawn.

When the night stars dim, the morning larks sing in their sweet melodies, a flock of shadows pass over the fields and across his heart.

He takes four long strides to the left and passes by a trellis of blooms. Trees surround the orchard, providing shade and the rustling ambiance of peace. The wind stirs the wild grass nearby, bowing in waves as if to acknowledge the young master.

When Diluc enters the orchard, the fragrant gardenias greet him while the lavender bow to him, just a month too early to bloom for him.

Starting off my good friend @pinescrow's challenge to write every day throughout September with a scene intended as both a warm-up and a character dynamic ‘pat-map’.