The roll of thunder outside rattled against the windows as Ha-young curled up on the couch, soft music drifting in from the kitchen where her aunt was doing dishes. She always liked rain, the patter of it against glass and leaves. The smell was her favorite part, petrichor, Aunt Zoey had taught her.

The door bell rang out, sweet bells mixing with the pretty sound of rainfall. Ha-young popped up, moving to the door.

"Aunt Zo, the pizza is.." she called out, trailing off as two women stood before her, familiar in a way she wasn't sure was real "..here."

"H-hey." The striped woman spoke softly, hand tight to her chest.

Ha-young took them in, every detail she could barely recall outside of photographs and videos of her childhood. The wavy purple hair they shared, though hers grew into a bit of a dusty rose hue now. The taller woman with the sharp features, the nose and eyes that matched hers perfectly. So clearly the molds that she came from that her heart throbbed against her ribcage.

"Appa?" She barely whispered out. "Eomma?"

Her appa ran forward, taking her in strong arms that bore the same markings she had. She clung tight to her shirt, burying her face in damp hair. The second they touched, a soft lavender glow emitted from them both. Patterns ignited in pulsing, gentle light off their matching pale skin. She felt a choked laugh leave her appa as she squeezed her tighter, hand coming to nestle the back of her head gently.

"My sweet girl..oh my baby, how big you've grown." Rumi sobbed out.

"Let me see you my darling." Her eomma cupped her cheeks, turning her face to rub warm thumbs over her tears.

Ha-young nuzzled into the touch, smiling so big that her small fangs were poking out. Mira turned her face side to side gently, placing a tender kiss to her forehead.

"Look at these beautiful patterns." Mira whispered reverently. "I can't believe what a beautiful girl you've grown into."

"Eomma." She cried out again, throwing herself against her mother's chest. Slender arms held her secure, allowing hands to tangle into her hair to scratch her head. "Y-you're both here.. you're really home."

"Yes baby girl we're here." Her appa hugged behind her, enveloping her between her parents.

"Our little bean." Mira chuckled through tears, patting Ha-young's head. "Although maybe beanstalk is more fitting now, you're almost as tall as your appa."

"She gets that from you." Rumi kissed the back of her head between them.

"BB do you need help with the-" Zoey dropped the plastic bowl she was drying to the floor.

She felt her mothers turn above her, heavy sighs escaping them. They parted from her, rushing to crash into her aunt with the force of hurricane winds. They collapsed to the ground together, cracking cries heaving out of Aunt Zo. She gripped both of them tightly.

"I didn't know if I'd ever see you guys again." Her voice broke. "Y-you're alive.. you're here!"

"We missed you too Zo." Mira kissed her head and cradled her close between them.

Ha-young giggled watching them, gently closing the door behind her. She walked over slowly, unsure if she could interrupt the moment. Her appa reached for her, pulling her into her storm soaked lap. Her whole family, now entangled together, sharing warmth and rainwater on the living room floor.

"H-how are you here?" Zoey pulled back, touching Rumi's face.

"It's a long story." She answered, shaking her wet purple curls.

"For another day, we have 9 years of our daughter I want to catch up on." Mira caressed a pattern along Ha-young's cheek.

"Aunt Zo has so many scrapbooks." She giggled, holding her eomma's hand to her. "I can show you so much stuff."

"Show us everything we've missed Ha-young." Rumi hummed sweetly. "Don't skip a single detail, we want it all."

The door bell bellowed out once again.

"Sounds like pizza is actually here now." Zoey laughed wetly, tears staining her freckled cheeks. "I'll get it."

Zoey separated, wiping her eyes on her cardigan sleeve. Ha-young snuggled against her appa, relishing the embrace she hadn't felt since she was a child. She inhaled the earthy, almost herbal scent of her patterned mother. Her eomma scooched closer, rubbing her back in soothing circles.

"I missed you both so much." Ha-young beamed. "I was afraid you were gone."

"You will never be without us again my love." Mira brushed her cheek again. "Never."

"I'm really happy." She giggled, unable to stay still in their arms.

"BB can you grab the photo albums while I set up food?" Zoey walked past them to the kitchen, pizza box in hand.

"Yes auntie!" She sprang up, running down the hallway with a playfulness that Mira and Rumi were nearly in tears seeing again.

They held hands as they stood together, watching their daughter bound away. Rumi pressed her forehead to Mira's, kissing her sloped nose sweetly.

"We're home Mir." Rumi exhaled shakily. "We're actually home."

"I know." She grinned. "Our little girl."

They padded into the kitchen, helping Zoey set the table and plate food. Tea was being brewed and cookies baked in the oven. Zoey hugged them both once more.

"I'm so happy you're home." Zoey choked out. "I tried so hard to live up to you both for her, but I know she's so excited to have you again."

"Zoey, you kept our daughter cared for and loved for almost 2 decades, even before we got lost." Mira held her close. "You are just as much her mother as we are."

"Mir." Zoey whimpered, eyes flooding again.

Ha-young bounced into the kitchen, a heaping pile of albums in her arms. She carefully dropped them on the kitchen counter, running to nestle into Zoey's side.

"Aunt Zo we have to call halmeoni and tell her!" She jumped under Zoey's arm.

"Yes yes absolutely. I will call her first thing tomorrow. Let's settle in tonight yeah bean?"

"Okay." She grinned. "Can you show them the videos you took of my track meets and stuff?"

"After dinner love." Zoey laughed, squeezing Ha-young close to her. "We'll show them my whole camera roll, all the albums, everything I have of you sweet girl."

Ha-young clapped and hopped, squealing as she slammed back into Rumi's arms. Her appa coughed out as her air was punched out of her from the force of the hug. She squeezed her daughter tight, inhaling deep the sweet, fruity perfume Ha-young liked to wear.

"Appa will you sit next to me?" She looked up, her eyes so identical to Mira's that Rumi simply melted into her.

"Of course bean." She brushed mauve locks of hair framing her daughter's face back behind her ear.

"I thought eomma said I'm beanstalk now?" She giggled.

"That's right cause you're so tall now!" Rumi scooped her up, spinning them around the kitchen as Ha-young broke into giddy laughter. "You'll be as tall as your eomma when you're all grown up I'm sure."

Mira sat at the table, her eyes soft and adoring. Zoey pressed a warm mug into her hands, sitting next to her.

"She spun her like that when she was a baby all the time." Zoey leaned her head on Mira's shoulder. "They haven't changed at all."

"There was a time I said I would do anything to see this again." Mira muttered quietly, pain inching into her voice. "I would do anything now to keep this till I die."

"You're home Mir." Zoey rubbed her arm. "You're both home and safe with your daughter now."

"I can't believe we missed so much." Her low voice cracked.

"I documented everything I could." Zoey assured. "Every milestone."

"But I missed the small things." Mira chewed her lip red. "When she found her favorite book...her first crush..so many things a camera couldn't capture. How many times has she been afraid and I haven't been here to hold her? When did she first try her favorite foods?"

Zoey tenderly reached for a plate of pizza, setting it down in front of Mira.

"Bulogi and green peppers?" Mira quirked her brow, staring down at something she hadn't eaten in years.

"It's Ha-young's favorite too." Zoey smiled warmly, her hand resting over Mira's.

Mira huffed out a laugh, wiping her eyes. She picked up the slice, taking a bite that melted her into warm memories of their time as Huntrix. All together, eating pizza after a concert on their couch.

"She got your spice tolerance too." Zoey chuckled. "The girl puts more red pepper flakes on a slice than you did."

"That's impressive." Mira wiped her eyes again, shoving the cracked golden frames up on her forehead.

"You look overdue for an updated prescription." Zoey teased, plucking the glasses off her head.

"That's for sure." Mira leaned back, rubbing her face fully with both hands. "And some fresh clothes."

"Eomma can I have them?"

"Hmm?" Mira looked over at Ha-young perched in her appa's arms.

"Your glasses. When you get new ones, can I have those?" She pointed.

"Sure love, but why?" Mira smirked.

"I want to match." She hopped down, grabbing a small pink photo album. "Like you always wore."

She pointed at a picture of Mira holding Ha-young as a baby, golden frames still clean and unmarred by the demon realm.

"I want to look all elegant and sophisticated like you do." Ha-young beamed.

"Nerdy you mean." Rumi interjected.

Ha-young glared and tackled Rumi again, though easily overpowered by her half demon mother, who spun her around and squeezed her tight from behind in a bear hug.

"Damn, still an eomma's girl even after all this time." Rumi scoffed playfully. "I can't compete."

"Hey I carried her for 9 months I deserve extra points." Mira chuckled softly.

"Eomma I think you look beautiful in your glasses, don't let appa bully you." Ha-young squirmed out of Rumi's hug.

"Woah now I never said your eomma wasn't the most beautiful, stunning, gorgeous woman in the world." Rumi strut over, bending down to give Mira an over the top, deep kiss on the mouth, dipping her back in her chair slightly. "Because to say otherwise would be an outright lie."

"Appaaa." Ha-young groaned, coming to hug her waist and pull her upright. "Can we eat dinner now? I'm hungry."

"Of course of course. Go ahead, beanstalk." Rumi ruffled her head, mussing up her ponytail slightly.

They all sat and melted into idle conversations, Ha-young talking all about school and her friends. Mira and Rumi sat, listening intently to every story, every word. Mira committed every smile, every crinkle of her daughters eyes to memory. She watched Ha-young pile chili flakes on her pizza, happily eating in between her stories. She grinned as her daughter rocked side to side, matching Rumi at the table. However much their little girl looked like Mira, she was definitely Rumi's daughter.

This was everything she ever wanted in a family. She was determined to give her daughter the life she deserved.

Super fun collab I got to do with prince ! they sketched mir and zo, and i did rumi and the rendering !!!

Really love how it turned out 😈😈😈