Lecoma
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rumi had weird traits, Mira and Zoey just accept it...kind of.
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In a futuristic Seoul, two married women—tech CEO, Mira, and her brilliant inventor wife, Zoey—accidentally grant sentience to their perfect domestic android: RUMI, only to discover her first conscious desire is to desperately, thankfully, go back to being their perfect object of service.
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10 Jan 2026
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Last night Courtney dreamed about her philosophy professor going down on her. This morning she has to sit through his lecture on Kierkegaard's concept of despair without making eye contact.
The problem is multifold: One, she's failing his class. Two, he's probably dating a colleague. Three, she's pretty sure her brain is trying to torture her by making the dreams progressively more detailed.
She definitely should not stay after to beg for academic help. But she does anyway, because apparently self-preservation isn't her strong suit.
(University AU. No powers. Just poor life choices and some good sexual tension.)
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Celine tried to meet Mira’s gaze, but couldn’t force herself to. She instead averted her eyes, staring at the floor. She could feel the hunter’s stare boring right through her soul.
“Yes,” she finally whispered. “Rumi has patterns. But she is not a demon.”
“Then you’re going to explain everything, right now, or I walk. And when I tell Zoey, she will too. You know she will.”
Celine let the silence hang for just a moment before solemnly nodding in agreement. “If we’re going to have this conversation now, I’m going to need a drink first. And Zoey should be here."
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Mira finds out about Rumi's patterns prior to the Huntr/x world tour, and confronts Celine about it. Secrets and feelings are revealed, and love lights the way.
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Wednesday’s touch was so light she couldn't help but look down for just a split second, almost unsure it was happening.
“You’re…warm,” Wednesday commented.
At that, Enid felt her face flush, tilting her head even further, like maybe she could make out how many tiny stems were on each tree if she tried hard enough.
“Are you always?”
“Hm?” Enid tore her eyes from the trees, landing directly on Wednesday as if there were no other destination for her eyes.
“Warm. You’re always this way?”
Enid let out a small laugh, shrugging her shoulders. She felt warmer than usual. In fact, she wasn't sure she ever felt this warm in her twenty-one years.
She didn't say that, though.
Instead, “I guess so.”