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  1. Summary

    Orm and her penis meet Lingling, professor and kink expert, and they all go through exploration and filth. It’s filthy a lot of the time. :D

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    little random lingorm stories :)

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    “You can put the pan down Zoey, she won’t hurt you.”

    Zoey looked at the demon standing in her living room. Then at Mira’s rigid posture. Then back at the demon again.

    Rumi’s smirk widened. She turned her head just enough to catch Zoey’s eye, then snapped her teeth lightly at the air, almost playful, flashing the sharp edge of her small fangs.

    “No,” Zoey whispered, clutching it tighter. “I don’t think I will.”

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    When her best friend’s apartment is “haunted,” paranormal investigator Mira discovers the poltergeist is actually her chaotic demon ex, who’s been pranking Zoey just to get Mira’s attention back. Apparently “no contact” doesn’t apply when you dated a creature who treats breakups like a challenge.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    Mira exhaled. “Ready?”

    Rumi looked down at their joined hands, thumb brushing slowly over Mira’s knuckles.“To go home with the woman who threatened to exorcise me ten minutes ago? Always.”

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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.”

    __________

    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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    11 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “You sound so pretty.” Mira mused, leaning down to catch the zipper of Rumi’s top between her canines and pull. Slowly, more soft skin came into view, Mira’s eyes adjusting to the dim light of the closet.

    […]

    “I’d sound a lot prettier if you finally fucked me.”

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    Rumi touched her fingers to her ribs. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, even through her clothes. A distant, miserable part of her said, this is going to hurt.

    She pushed her fingers down.

    The rib shifted.

    The thing about telling one very big lie is that it requires a foundation of hundreds of smaller lies to hold it up, lies such as "I'm fine," and "nothing's broken," and "it doesn't hurt."

    Rumi finds this out the hard way.

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    16 May 2026

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    "This is where they started?" Mira asked as she smoothed her thumb over the patterns she found there. Rumi nodded again, no longer confident in her ability to speak.

    It was the nexus of her patterns, the place where they originated, the place where all of her problems originated. It was the source of her shame and pain and misery. It was the part she'd wanted to cut out, to be rid of, still wanted to be rid of-

    And then Mira leaned down and pressed a kiss to it.

    She couldn't catch her sob before it was out of her mouth, sudden enough to make both of them freeze.

    "Was that okay?" Mira asked, voice laced with nerves.

    Rumi gave a wobbly laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I'm- happy tears, I think."

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    You have 64 voicemails from: Mira. Press 1 to play.

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    06 Mar 2026

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    2027 August 15th, 00:20

    Hey, it’s me. It’s my birthday today. As you know, I’m not usually bothered about celebrating but… but there’s, um, something special about this one.

    [a deep breath]

    Today I’m officially older than you.

    [slow breathing; then, bitter]

    Happy birthday to me.

    [click]

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    Rumi breaks her right hand, which would be less of an issue if she wasn’t so completely incompetent with her left.

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    Zoey and Mira find out more about Rumi’s childhood injury.

    (Part 2 of ‘frostbitten’ so you might be mildly confused reading it as a stand alone)

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    06 Mar 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Then, “We love you.”

    She says it like it is a matter of fact, a definite and unchanging thing. Rumi knows it’s hard for people like them – people with little girls inside of them who once hid in sheds or played by ice fields – to offer up those words as something solid.

    “All of you.” Zoey adds, brushing her lips against Rumi’s damaged fingers.

    Rumi nods, more than a little teary now.

    So, this is what it’s like, then. To be seen. To be known. To be loved in your entirety, wholly and unconditionally.

    To have someone thaw your frozen parts and shine light into the dark, hollowed out pieces of you and still say: yep, that’ll do.