u/Omen0fWorlds

So there's a fic somewhere where Rumi is a super old half demon hunter that travels the world. She finally comes back to Jeju when Celine is training Mira and Zoey. They slowly begin to trust each other and they start looking through ancient texts.

I lost this fic and I've tried to hard to find it. Anyone have a link? Thanks a bunch.

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“Put it in the bag.”

He threw a crumpled plastic grocery bag onto the counter.

Rumi picked it up.

Her fingers would not work properly. The bag clung to itself, refusing to open, and for one absurd hysterical second she thought, This is how I die, fighting plastic.

No.

No, no, no.

She got it open.

Tears slipped down her face before she felt them coming. She did not sob. There was no room. Her throat had locked around all the sounds that wanted out. The tears simply spilled over and ran hot down her cheeks as she pulled bills from the drawer and stuffed them into the bag.

“Please,” she said quietly. “Take it. I’m not doing anything.”

“Shut up.”

She shut up.

Her hands shook harder.

The gun stayed pointed at her face.

She focused on the money. Twenties. Tens. Fives. Ones. Drawer. Bag. Drawer. Bag. Simple. Do the simple thing. Do the safe thing. Give him the money. Let him leave.

She thought of Mira’s pinky around hers.

Text when Alvarez gets back.

She thought of Zoey’s voice.

Promise promise?

Drawer. Bag. Drawer. Bag.

Sir Bites-a-Lot stood beside the register, tiny toothpick sword pointed bravely at nothing.

Rumi’s breath hitched.

The man looked toward the windows again. “Coins too.”

“Okay.”

“Fast.”

“Okay.”

Rumi reached for the rolls beneath the tray.

Her sleeve caught on the edge of the drawer.

A roll of quarters slipped, hit the floor, and burst open.

Coins scattered beneath the counter in bright, stupid circles.

The man flinched.

His mask shifted.

The elastic must have been loose. Or caught on his hood. Or maybe he had tied it badly because he had not planned on this moment lasting long enough to matter.

The mask slipped down.

Only for a second.

But a second was enough.

Rumi saw his face.

Young. Younger than she expected. Patchy stubble. Wide eyes. A scar near his upper lip. Sweat shining on his forehead. His mouth open with panic.

Their eyes met.

He knew.

The moment went terribly still.

Rumi’s tears kept slipping down her face.

The man grabbed at the mask and shoved it back up, but the damage was already done. His breathing changed. It got louder, then quieter. His hand tightened around the gun until his knuckles paled.

Rumi shook her head.

Barely.

No.

She did not say it. She did not have to.

He saw her understand.

He saw her know him.

He saw all the cameras, the alarm he did not know had already been pressed, the face she could describe, the future closing around him.

His eyes changed.

Not into anger.

That would have been easier.

They changed into fear making a decision.

He whispered, “Sorry.”

The word was soft.

Almost drowned by the refrigerators.

Rumi understood before the gun moved.

That was the worst part.

The word told her. It reached her before the barrel did. It said he was not sorry for scaring her. Not sorry for stealing. Not sorry for making her cry.

He was sorry because he had already chosen.

Her mind broke open in flashes.

Mi-yeong tying her braid when she was little, fingers gentle and fast.

Her father laughing and calling her his little comet.

Celine at the bus stop saying, live long enough to get there.

The showcase application dropping into the tray.

Baby’s keyboard.

Jinu’s stupid stage-name grin.

Abby holding out food.

Mystery saying the walls would remember.

Romance trying to make orange lighting happen.

Zoey’s hand wrapped around her pinky.

Mira’s voice, proud of you.

The store lights.

The cigarettes behind her.

The gun.

That’s it?

The thought came small and furious through the terror.

That’s it? This is how I die?

He lifted the gun higher, quick and jerky, toward her face.

Rumi’s hands flew up in front of her.

“Wait!”

The shot split the store open.