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“Delivery! Can you sign here?”
Silky smooth, braided purple hair. Cute little mailcap. Glistening scars peer out from the corners of her sleeves, escaping from view when her cuffs fall right back over when she moves.
“Could you sign our marriage papers?” Zoey and Mira blurt out in unison.
“What?” Rumi pauses.
“Huh?” Zoey stares at Rumi unblinkingly.
“Ignore her,” Mira waves Zoey off with a small flick of her wrist, gathering her dignity. She offers a hand to shake. “I’m Mira, and this is my wife, Zoey.” Mira clears her throat and circles back to Rumi’s question.
“Sure. Do you have a pen?”
Rumi tucks the parcel and the letters under her arm and takes Mira’s hand, shaking it gently.
“I do!” Rumi smiles, and both of them audibly think, "Fuck," as she reaches into her inner breast pocket for a pen. “I’m Rumi. I’ll be in charge of the mail for your street from now on.”
Mira takes her pen. Zoey has not blinked once.
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A story about regular people trying to live normal lives. Starting with a mailman and two eccentric women barging into her life.
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02 Nov 2025
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Rumi leans forward on the couch, her hair falling into her face. “Two weeks,” she murmurs, though she doesn’t sound convinced. “That’s what they’re saying.”
Mira, beside her, doesn’t flinch. Arms folded, her expression calm but sharp, she answers without looking away from the TV. “They’re never honest about the first number. It’ll be longer.”Rumi knows she’s right, but another thought presses louder in her head: Zoey.
Zoey, alone across the city in her too-small apartment, her family stuck thousands of miles away in America. Zoey, with her restless energy and big heart, the one who fills every silence with laughter or questions or that wide, blinding smile. Zoey, who Rumi loves just as surely as the woman sitting at her side.Rumi glances toward Mira, choosing her words carefully. She touches Mira’s thigh, soft and grounding. “Babe… what if Zoey stayed here?”
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Polytrix in lockdown/quarantine fic that nobody asked me for.
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28 Oct 2025
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Zoey swears up and down that she's dating two Korean teen celebrities, Rumi and Mira. Her best friend, Sarah, is fighting for her damn life to believe her.
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Zoey is in a long distance relationship with two teen celebrities she met on accident in Korea. Nobody believes her.
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- Part 1 of Love, Ad Infinitum
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28 Oct 2025
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Ryu Rumi is a violinist. She is the violinist. Child prodigy, concertmaster in every orchestra she's played in, and winner of nearly every competition you could think of.
It seemed only natural that she'd be made to audition for The Seoul Philharmonic Orchestra.
Three rounds of auditions and she came out on top. She always did. She couldn't afford not to. Violin was her life.
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Rumi plays the violin, Zoey plays the flute, and Mira conducts the orchestra. What could possibly go wrong.
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26 Oct 2025
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The ocean breeze was warm, the water glittered like turquoise, and the villa was so quiet Rumi could hear the waves lapping the stilts beneath them.
Quiet… because her alphas were out snorkeling.
Which made it the perfect time to sneak her laptop out from under the bed and pull up the unfinished vocals that had been eating at her brain for three days straight.
She promised them she would rest.
She meant to.
But the take wasn’t sitting right in the mix and it was driving her insane. It needed editing.
She perched, cross-legged, on the outdoor daybed facing the water with her headphones on- half-hidden behind a sheer privacy curtain as she bent over the project. Rumi was completely absorbed in her work.
She didn’t hear the patio door slide open.
Didn’t hear two sets of footsteps return early.She only noticed when her headphones were gently- slowly- lifted off her ears from behind.
She froze.
A low voice right at her shoulder.
“What do you think you’re doing, princess?”
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24 Oct 2025