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Kara Zor-El was on a ship with her family when a group of mundanes attacked, leaving her and her cousin Kal-El to sail back to the mundane realm on one of the lifeboats. The problem? They were separated and Kara only found her way through the veil after several years had passed. With her cousin missing and the House of El just a name in the history books, Kara Zor-El must learn to live as a Danvers while keeping her past a secret.
But that is easier said than done when her name is submitted for the Trials.
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girl could make a mannequin hungry by dreamhardflyfree
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
05 Oct 2025
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“Zoey had planned to be a good little omega this heat. She normally did, in the planning stages - it was always the execution that got her in trouble. She'd taken books out of the library and bought excessive amounts of study materials along with her normal pre-heat snack procurement. It was just... what was she supposed to do, when the textbooks kept referencing three cases that she had no information on? She had a day or two left, probably, but only six days before exams kicked off in earnest. To the library it was.”
The A/B/O university AU that no one asked for. Rumi and Mira have been together for years, in a world where two alphas being in a relationship is unusual enough for it to impact Rumi’s job prospects. Zoey has spent the last few years on her own, still grappling with a lonely grief that sits heavy without a support she doesn’t think she can ask for. When they stumble into each other's lives, there’s an instant attraction, and it almost feels like they might have found something special – if only all three of them weren’t so incredibly good at getting in their own way.
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16 Sep 2025
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The room got quiet before Rumi spoke again. “Your hairs getting long,”
Zoey blinked back, glancing up as if just realizing the way her bangs dipped into her eyes. “Ah… yeah, I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to cut it. Should I?”
Rumi leaned her elbow on the table, eyes never leaving her. “No,” she said firmly. “It looks good like this. I like it like this.”
Zoey looked at her again, a little unsure. “..Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Rumi said, smiling now. She reached out and gently tucked Zoey’s hair behind her ear, letting her fingers linger. “You’re so pretty, Zoey.”
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Zoey's never been the most secure girl. It explained why she was so eager to please, doing everything she could to hear the words, 'good job' from someone she loved. So when Rumi unexpectedly complimented her for her hair, which she believed was long overdue for a cut, she couldn't help but blush.
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It'd been a week.
A week since Zoey and Rumi had last kissed Mira goodbye, a week since they'd last seen her. A week since they'd boarded a private jet, flew 17 hours, and soon landed smack dab in the middle of an old 1920's home, surrounded by Korean-Americans and a lot of children.
Zoey was damn near going crazy.
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Mira's horny and makes it Zoey's problem, so Zoey's horny and makes it Rumi's problem. And then it's everyone's problem, and what other way to fix it than phone sex?
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23 Jul 2025
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Zoey doesn’t really know when it started. The need for praise. The desperation for it.
But maybe it’s always been there. Growing in the quiet, in the absence. When you're raised being told nothing but what
you’re doing wrong, it turns the idea of being good into something sacred. Something you’ll do anything for.So now, when someone says you’re doing good, it doesn’t just feel nice. It feels essential. Like oxygen. Like finally being seen.
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Zoey being a sucker for praises
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23 Jul 2025
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The courtroom was cold, not from air conditioning, but from the way her parents refused to look at her.
Zoey sat still on the too-tall chair, her legs numb, fingers twisted into the hem of her dress until her knuckles went white. No one asked how she was. No one asked what she wanted. She just sat there. Listening. Absorbing.
Her mother was yelling again. Her father was laughing in that fake, sharp way that meant he was angry and trying to pretend he wasn’t. The judge looked tired. The lawyers looked bored. Everyone had folders and coffee. Everyone had opinions.
“You don’t love her.”
“You only want her so you don’t have to pay me.”
“She cries every time she leaves my house.”
“She’s scared of you.”
“She said she wants to stay with me.”