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“Mira… are you okay?” Rumi asks, taking in Mira’s tense form and the way she is pulling her shirt down as far as it can go.
Suddenly, Mira can’t hold it in anymore. It’s like a dam that breaks. Hot tears rush down her face, and she just starts sobbing.
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What if Mira finally lets herself be loved in the way she's been craving since she was a child?
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“Zoey?” Mira whispered. “What’s wrong?”
Not safe. Not safe. Not safe. Not safe, the voice in Zoey’s head echoed. What was she doing? She had done so well at hiding. She couldn’t let one moment ruin that.Or
Zoey is hiding a lot of secrets. Most of which are about to come bubbling to the surface.
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Rumi never wanted college. She wanted to write stories, not live out the dreams of her late mother — a singer whose shadow she can’t seem to escape. Haunted by guilt over the car accident that took her mother’s life, and by the cutting implication from Celine that the accident was her fault, Rumi carries a depression so heavy she hides it beneath careful silence. She doesn’t believe she belongs in a dorm, at a university, or in anyone’s life at all.
Zoey is the opposite: vibrant, excitable, and endlessly talkative, using quirks — like her obsession with turtle videos and obscure animal facts — to mask the ache of growing up between divorced parents. Beneath her bubbly surface is a girl desperate for stability, for something or someone who won’t leave.
Mira, their third roommate, has burned her bridges completely, cutting herself off from her family for reasons she doesn’t easily share. She wears her independence like armor, but loneliness lingers beneath the sharp edges she shows the world.
Together, the three stumble into one another’s lives within the walls of their shared dorm and a love sparks that may save them in more ways than one.
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Rumi comes home to Seoul with one bag, no sleep, and a mind that keeps turning ordinary rooms into old nightmares.
Celine only wants her daughter back. Mira and Zoey only want to help. But Rumi’s body survived something her mind still hasn’t escaped.
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This is the first fic I made with a Dead Dove tag. It's not for the faint of heart. The story gets extremely dark at some points but it will NOT cover self harm or the attempt at self death. The wounds in this story don't heal, they become scars.
Mind the tags (Inspired by Ashes and Silk by YawningAtLife)
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I knew I wasn’t going to be a dom, no matter what my parents hoped for. I’ve always been a bit timid and never a natural leader. I went in to the appointment expecting to be a neutral, maybe a caregiver, I’d even have accepted sub. Little was not an option. Still isn’t.
When I was given my results, the doctors comforted me and my parents, then argued, then shouted and eventually disappeared with guilty eyes but heavier pockets. My first result, my failing grade, never left that room.
I’m a neutral. It doesn’t matter if on hard nights I curl up in a ball under my blankets and sometimes wake up with wet sheets, it doesn’t matter if my thumb seems to gravitate towards my mouth, it doesn’t matter if I falter every time a fan throws me a stuffed animal. I’m a neutral either way.
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Three college girls. One apartment. A whole lot of emotional baggage.
Rumi doesn't know who she is when no one's watching. When she decides to room with two strangers, she just hopes that they won't pry too hard.
But everyone has their own secrets.
And sometimes, family is something you find. And fall in love with.But hey, college is full of surprises.
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14 Jun 2026
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Idols were rarely Little. Certainly not world renowned popstars and demon hunters. It was a good thing that Rumi was Neutral, then right?
Right?OR
Rumi doesn't know that she's Little, because what's another secret between family?