WhoLetThisHappen
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“You know Valentine’s Day is coming up, and I…” Rumi’s fingers toyed with the edge of her notebook. She hesitated, then smiled certainly—like she’d made a decision. “And I—well, would you maybe—”
Mira didn’t let her finish.
The words tangled in her chest, sharp and panicked. She could already hear it—Jinu this, Jinu that. Some request for help picking something romantic. Advice she absolutely did not want to give—at least, not without a solid week to prepare herself. The idea of sitting there, nodding along while Rumi talked about her boyfriend, made something twist painfully in her chest.
“I’m so sorry.” Mira blurted, already shoving her chair back with an uncomfortable scrape. “I… I didn’t realize how late it was. I really have to go.”
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OR: Mira being oblivious while Rumi repeatedly hits her over the head with the "pls ask me out" stick. And then they fuck about it.
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“Hold on!” Zoey said like it was some great epiphany, stepping forward into the weak light that filtered through the boarded windows. “If you don’t remember what happened to you, and nobody knows what happened to her, then… Who’s to say you’re not her?”
Rumi stared at them, jaw slightly limp. Mira could almost see the gears turning in her head, slow and uncertain.
Mira stepped in smoothly just as Zoey backed off a bit, letting certainty fill her voice.
“Either way, you get where you’re trying to go. If you are the Princess, then you’ve found your family. And if you’re not…” She shrugged gently, as though it were all so simple. “You still make it to Paris.”
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OR: Ten years after the revolution, the exiled Queen searches for her daughter. Mira and Zoey just need a quick buck. And Rumi? Rumi has no clue who she used to be—so why not a Princess?
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“I’m serious. No more cooking for you. Ever.” Rumi huffed out, already thinking of delivery places that would still be open.
“You never let me have my rom-com moments!” Zoey leaned her head back with a dramatic sigh.
“You almost burned down our apartment!” Rumi sent her a baffled glare as she marched towards their now-ashy kitchen.
“And now you have a crush. You’re welcome.”__________
The last thing Detective Ryu Rumi needed after a long day at work was to find Zoey—best friend since college and paramedic extrordinaire—frantically trying to quell the flaming mess that once was their tiny apartment's stove. What she needed even less was said friend proceeding to call her out for her horribly-timed crush on the responding Fire Lieutenant. Oh, and there’s an arsonist on the loose, too.
Lucky her.
(A Rumira First Responders AU that I promise is actually a lot better than the summary T.T) -
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This couldn’t be right. This couldn’t be Sung Mira, the awkward kid she remembered from childhood—always one shoelace untied, perpetual bad attitude, with her hair falling out of its twin ponytails in uneven chunks.
The woman standing in front of her had a sharp jawline, gleaming bright-pink hair that caught the club lights like it had been designed for them. She stood tall with a confident lean in her posture—shoulders loose and eyes bright with mischief.
Not awkward. Not clumsy. Not anymore.
Hot.
Painfully, devastatingly hot.
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“Ah, yeah. About that.” Bobby’s expression softened, a sympathetic wince crossing his face. “I just came from the Pine View Inn—some tourists were hollerin’ about a double booking and making a scene. Poor owner’s been run ragged. Between the parade and the tree lighting, we’re full up till Christmas Day.”
Rumi blinked, momentarily speechless. The idea of being stranded—in a place where people actually said hollerin’—sent a flicker of panic through her.
Before she could formulate a response, Mira spoke up beside her, her tone even but certain.
“She can stay at my place.”
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Rumira Holidays Day 2: Christmas (inspired by @mirasgirlfriend on twt)
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A collection of oneshots for RuMira Week 2025 :))
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A mix of the Tattoo Artist/Florist AU and the Tumblr prompt: Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?”
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