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It wasn't exactly good friend etiquette to make bets about your friend’s potential cryptid-ness. Right? She figured it couldn't have been but then again she wasn't entirely sure what anyone else would have done in this situation. Rumi was hiding something from them and if the two of them decided to make stupid bets trying to guess what it was to cope, that was between her and Mira.
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11 Aug 2026
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“You are, as usual, super literal and not wrong,” Mira says, tipping her head back against the couch. “Things have been picking up, and we should talk about it before we get much further.”
“I’ve never had sex with two people at once,” Zoey offers, scratching her chin thoughtfully. “Have you?"
Or: Everyone Has A First Time
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- Part 3 of All In The Dance
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10 Aug 2026
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"Hey," Mira murmurs quietly, "We'll be fine. Nothing has to change. We're still us."
Still together, Zoey hears.
"Yeah," Zoey agrees faintly, "Nothing has to change."
⊱ ─── {⋆✩⋆} ─── ⊰
Rumi’s ready for everything to change.
By popular demand (and the worms in my brain)
Reverse oblivious Rumi AU
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09 Aug 2026
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"Oh we're live!" Zoey's eyes flick up to the camera, her smile widening and both hands coming up to wave vigorously.
The chat explodes in greetings.
Rumi remains close to the camera, her brows furrowed together. "How do you know we're live?"
Zoey gestures at something off screen, "Because I hit that," and then she points over to something in the corner that makes Rumi visibly balk. "And because everyone is saying hi."
Rumi blinks slowly, "That's moving very fast."
Zoey lets out a laugh that is equal parts fond as it is amused. She reaches across Rumi for the mouse, faint clicking audible before she's addressing the chat. "Guys, baby's first stream! How do we feel?"
Or, Five times polytrix is almost outed on Rumi's stream and the slow descent into total freedom
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27 Jul 2026
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“Deep breaths.” Mira said, voice strained but making a solid attempt at soothing.
She was afraid to look up and see them, so instead she looked at the patterns on her hands. Her lungs filled and refilled with air that burned going down. She flexed a hand, digging the sharp points of her claws into her palm experimentally. This was new.
Her fingers were pried back firmly and insistently before she could break the skin.
What if that conversation under the stage had gone slightly differently?
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26 Jul 2026