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The pair watched the demon who looks like Rumi in stunned silence. The sheer audacity had them flabbergasted. This demon showed no fear nor malice toward them: she just gave them a casual wave and a soft "morning!" before moving to grab a glass of juice from the fridge. Like she lived there.

"Uh...what are you doing?" Mira asked, nowhere near as hostile as she probably should be but she was still too fucking confused to be aggressive.

The demon smiled in a way Rumi does all the time, minus the fangs. "Getting apple juice," she replied with way too much familiarity, holding up the glass as proof. This demon certainly did her research. Demon Rumi then finally seemed to notice them staring at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she wondered with a nervous laugh.

Zoey didn't say anything, which was the first true alarm bell for Rumi. The maknae merely pointed, directing Rumi's attention to the large mirrored accent wall behind the island. And her heart dropped.

"Oh no," the demon in the mirror replied with her voice, moved with her intentions to bring a clawed hand to her patterned cheek, breaths increasing into panic just as Rumi's were. "No nono nononono." The more her distress rose, the worse it got. The patterns all over her skin started to glow an angry hot pink. (They actually felt hot, too.) Her skin started to take on a darker shade of purple, the claws and fangs grew from something that could be written off as a trick of the light to actual claws and fangs. Her left eye - which she only now realized had somehow turned a sickly yellow overnight - started to glow like it had been set ablaze.

She always knew the possibility existed that they would attack her if they knew the truth about her demon heritage—that was the whole reason she’d kept it a secret—but it was one thing to strongly believe something will happen and to actually see it play out in front of you.

And those weapons looked a lot more terrifying when they were pointed directly at her.

“Where’s Rumi?” Mira demanded, “Why are you wearing her clothes?!”

Behind her, Rumi’s tail flickered and curled around one of her legs. Her mind was still going a mile a minute trying to figure out how she was a demon and why she was a demon all of a sudden. She didn’t remember doing anything that would have caused this, at least nothing was coming to mind.

Even with her mind working in overdrive, Rumi managed to get out, “I-I am Rumi. This—It’s all just—I’m not a real—“

“Okay. This has gone from kind of impressive to weird to just sad.” Zoey said, “You tried, you failed big time, just accept it so we can go on with our morning.”

“But I am Rumi! I swear! I don’t know why my patterns grew or why I look like this but I swear I’m Rumi!”

And she vanished in a puff of pink smoke.

The gok-do slammed into the mirror wall, exploding glass in every direction.

At first, Rumi wasn't sure where she was. Her brain was still firing too fast, her heart beating so quickly and her breaths coming so short she was dizzy and lightheaded. But as she blinked and got her bearings, she realized this place was familiar.

The garden rows that she used to run up and down as a child stretched before her, lined with plants with summer harvests waiting to be collected. And there, at the end of the row she stood in, was Celine, calmly pulling weeds as she would so often do on summer mornings.

Relief was the first thing she felt, washing over her and putting her soul at ease. That must have been how she got here: whenever Rumi had a nightmare she would seek out her mother Celine. Celine always knew how to put her mind at ease, how to comfort her when she was afraid. And right now Rumi had never been so lost, so fucking terrified. She was having the worst nightmare imaginable, so of course she went to Celine.

Then Celine turned, and froze when their eyes met. And all of that relief was replaced by panic. Because what if Celine only sees her as a demon, too? What if she also thinks she replaced Rumi and tries to put her down? The idea that the only safe harbour Rumi had was gone rendered her paralyzed, once again unable to move as her potential demise stared at her with an unreadable expression. But Rumi knew Celine. She knew how she hunted demons.

She knew she'd never even get a chance to see it coming.

So she just...crumbled. She sunk to her knees, curled up in a little ball, and waited for it to end. She barely registered the tears trailing down her cheeks, or how panic-stricken breaths had turned to sobs. She didn't want to die. She didn't even know why the universe suddenly decided she should. She was so scared and alone and she hated herself so much for being this...this thing that all of her loved ones wanted to kill and she just wanted her mom and...

A hand came to rest on her shoulder, gentle and cautious. When Rumi dared to glance up, she was met with Celine's concerned frown. Worry and fear were etched clearly on her face, but recognition was there too. "Rumi?" she uttered, clearly taking in Rumi's physical changes, "What happened?"

Then a sound came from the pocket on Celine's cardigan. One day, before they debuted, Zoey had somehow managed to get a hold of Celine's phone and set different ringtones for each of her charges' numbers, and Celine had never bothered to change them. (And would never admit that she liked the personal touch, especially knowing that Zoey had asked Mira and Rumi to pick a song.) And so now, both of them knew who it was without even having to see the ringing phone:

That was all Celine had to hear.

She didn’t care about Zoey’s call.

She didn’t care that Rumi had tiny horns that were pushing into her chin.

She didn’t care that Rumi’s claws were digging into her back.

She didn’t care that Rumi’s tail was wrapped around her leg.

And she didn’t care that Rumi was currently sobbing so hard into her cardigan that the fact that she was able to get any words out at all was a shock.

The only thing she cared about was getting Rumi inside, safe, warm….and maybe fed. Had she eaten that morning? It was still early so maybe not? But water probably took priority right now over food. No, it definitely did. So shelter, comfort, water and food. In that order.

Celine had years of demon hunting to thank for her ability to pick up Rumi without an issue and carry her inside the compound. Even though the girls all lived in the city, Rumi’s room remained untouched in case she ever needed it and, thankfully, Rumi hadn’t grown much since she left the compound so she easily fit into her bed.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Celine asked, brushing Rumi’s hair out of her eyes, “Did….it happen?”

“Mmmhmm.” The only reason Rumi wasn’t sobbing anymore was because she kept her eyes snapped up.

“I take it it went badly?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Should I accept Zoey’s call or leave it?”

“….”

“Let’s return to that later then. Do you want some water? Some food?” Celine asked, “Do you want Bear?”

“Bear.”

“Okay. I put him up so he wouldn’t get covered in dust. Can you let go of me so that I can go get him?” That seemed to be the first time Rumi realized she was still holding onto the cardigan, her claws having now broken through the fabric.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m sorry!”

“No, shhhh. Shhh. You’re okay, Rumi. You’re okay. You know I have 100 cardigans and I have plenty of money to buy more.” Rumi let out another sob, “Just breathe, Rumi. Breathe.”

From her pocket, Rumi could hear another ringtone.

Mira.

The pair watched the demon who looks like Rumi in stunned silence. The sheer audacity had them flabbergasted. This demon showed no fear nor malice toward them: she just gave them a casual wave and a soft "morning!" before moving to grab a glass of juice from the fridge. Like she lived there.

"Uh...what are you doing?" Mira asked, nowhere near as hostile as she probably should be but she was still too fucking confused to be aggressive.

The demon smiled in a way Rumi does all the time, minus the fangs. "Getting apple juice," she replied with way too much familiarity, holding up the glass as proof. This demon certainly did her research. Demon Rumi then finally seemed to notice them staring at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she wondered with a nervous laugh.

Zoey didn't say anything, which was the first true alarm bell for Rumi. The maknae merely pointed, directing Rumi's attention to the large mirrored accent wall behind the island. And her heart dropped.

"Oh no," the demon in the mirror replied with her voice, moved with her intentions to bring a clawed hand to her patterned cheek, breaths increasing into panic just as Rumi's were. "No nono nononono." The more her distress rose, the worse it got. The patterns all over her skin started to glow an angry hot pink. (They actually felt hot, too.) Her skin started to take on a darker shade of purple, the claws and fangs grew from something that could be written off as a trick of the light to actual claws and fangs. Her left eye - which she only now realized had somehow turned a sickly yellow overnight - started to glow like it had been set ablaze.

She always knew the possibility existed that they would attack her if they knew the truth about her demon heritage—that was the whole reason she’d kept it a secret—but it was one thing to strongly believe something will happen and to actually see it play out in front of you.

And those weapons looked a lot more terrifying when they were pointed directly at her.

“Where’s Rumi?” Mira demanded, “Why are you wearing her clothes?!”

Behind her, Rumi’s tail flickered and curled around one of her legs. Her mind was still going a mile a minute trying to figure out how she was a demon and why she was a demon all of a sudden. She didn’t remember doing anything that would have caused this, at least nothing was coming to mind.

Even with her mind working in overdrive, Rumi managed to get out, “I-I am Rumi. This—It’s all just—I’m not a real—“

“Okay. This has gone from kind of impressive to weird to just sad.” Zoey said, “You tried, you failed big time, just accept it so we can go on with our morning.”

“But I am Rumi! I swear! I don’t know why my patterns grew or why I look like this but I swear I’m Rumi!”

Rules: Send me an ask with a word and I'll post a sentence or paragraph from one of my WIPs that contains that word!

If you manage to stump me, I'll write three sentences and share these.

8 yold Azula in the Epic AU

A poor broody kid that doesn't know how to measure to her father's expectations.

- @silverwritesblog

what if the demon realm didn't have storms? no rain, no lightning, and the closest thing they ever got to thunder was a pissed off Gwi-ma

so imagine the first time the kids experience a storm they Freak Out thinking Gwi-ma had found them was gonna eat them

Hi @whitebeltwriter!!

YES!!! A BILLION TIMES YES!!

Okay, quick thing, I’m actually trying to write a fic where depressed!Celine winds up with water demon!Rumi, gumiho!Mira and bulgae!Zoey (each one through different circumstances mirroring both the recent water demon!Rumi post I made and the asks for this anon) and the girls presence all works to help Celine. Can I please use this idea???🥺🥺🥺🥺

Anyways, onto actually responding to this ask, I agree that I don’t think there would be any thunder or lighting in the demon realm. It doesn’t seem like it has much in the way of weather at all so that could be totally possible. (Assuming you’re referring to the Polylight kid!demontrix here) I can totally see the girls first thunderstorm involving them running into Celine, Miyeong and Eun Ji’s room because they’re absolutely terrified.

I firmly believe that in this AU the girls would share one room as it helps to keep them calm, so when they wake up and see lightning from outside and a powerful wind hitting their windows, it can only mean that Gwi Ma is back and coming for all of them and, being in the same room, they all agree that their only chance of survival is to go to the hunters. Celine, Miyeong and Eun Ji are not overly thrilled about being woken up at 2 am because the kids are scared of storms.

That being said, I do think that they would take them outside and they’d show them the rain, show them that it’s just weather and it doesn’t mean Gwi Ma is coming back. And I totally believe Miyeong would do that parent thing like,

you can absolutely use this idea and I'll toss in this one as well

Celine had just finished washing her hair clean of mud. It had taken her a bit of time considering that the mud had managed to reach down to her scalp—nothing shampoo and conditioner couldn’t fix but still annoying. She returned to her bedroom expecting to find Miyeong and Eun Ji fast asleep. Instead, they were gone and the bed was empty.

“Jiji? Mimi?” Celine called.

“Cece, we’re in the family room!” Miyeong called, “Come join us!”

When Celine did arrive, she found Eun Ji stretched out on the couch. Mira and Zoey were sitting either at the other end or curled up next to her legs—which were bent to allow them to lean against the back of the couch. Miyeong was sitting on the floor with her back against the couch and a bowl of popcorn next to her. The only one missing was Rumi.

“Where’s Rumi?”

“She said she was getting something essential for the movie.” Miyeong said.

As if she had been waiting for her cue, Rumi came running from her room with six teddy bears in her arms. They were already slipping onto the floor by the time she got there so Celine bent down and took two of them to help lighten the load.

“Ah, yes, what 5 am movie would be complete without teddy bears.”

Once everyone had gotten a teddy bear and Rumi had curled up next to Miyeong while Celine took a seat next to her girlfriend, the movie began. Celine still wasn’t sure what they were watching but she noticed the Disney logo quick and the animation which felt right to her. A short animated flick after a nearly sleepless night was the perfect way to start the day.

Then the title appeared.

“REALLY?! MULAN!? REALLY?!”

“You voiced a Disney Princess’s singing voice. This is something the kids have to see.”

“Why do I stay here?”

Celine: So, do you want to go out?

Miyeong: Celine, you’re great—

Celine: Oh, no.

Miyeong: I had so much fun these last few days.

Celine: I am going to kill Bobby.

Miyeong: I have a daughter.

Celine: What?

- @lelitachay

I love this so much. Miyeong is fully ready for Celine to just dismiss her once she finds out about her daughter (which she honestly prefers as opposed to Celine saying she’s fine with it then deciding 3 months later she’s not) because what famous pop star who’s done concerts all over the world is going to like a single mom.

Meanwhile, Celine is getting more and more anxious with every date because it's been months and she still hasn't met Rumi, even though she's heard a thousand stories about her. She must be doing something wrong, perhaps the gifts aren't okay for a three-year-old and Miyeong is having second thoughts about her. But with every date and every story she's falling harder for Miyeong and already loving Rumi's mischievous activities.

Ngl I’d like to imagine that the first time Celine meets Rumi is by total accident. Celine has just donated a huge amount of money to this school or something and goes to meet with the school officials (mostly for PR but Celine also really did want her money going there). When she arrives, she’s taken on a tiny mini tour of the school (again mostly for pictures) which is when Celine happens to arrive in Rumi’s classroom and Rumi just explodes.

“THAT’S MY MOM’S GIRLFRIEND!!!”

Celine: So, do you want to go out?

Miyeong: Celine, you’re great—

Celine: Oh, no.

Miyeong: I had so much fun these last few days.

Celine: I am going to kill Bobby.

Miyeong: I have a daughter.

Celine: What?

- @lelitachay

I love this so much. Miyeong is fully ready for Celine to just dismiss her once she finds out about her daughter (which she honestly prefers as opposed to Celine saying she’s fine with it then deciding 3 months later she’s not) because what famous pop star who’s done concerts all over the world is going to like a single mom.