Orm Kornnaphat gets lost in the woods and ends up being taken captive by Lingling Kwong, a dark witch stuck in a reality pocket. To gain her freedom, she makes an important promise. Ten years later, when the promise remains unfulfilled, Lingling visits Orm to help her complete it Notes: -This story is loosely inspired by Lingorm, but the events are not based on reality. -Some characters may behave unethically or be frustrating at times. Keep in mind that this is just a fanfic. -English is not my first language, so please forgive any mistakes.

Ling finally tried committing to something other than her career, the gym routine and a rotating roster of flings. She proposed. Her girlfriend laughed. Apparently, Ling's "I'm not a relationship person" reputation is harder to shake than she thought. Especially when her *actual* longest relationship is with her best friend, Orm, and the tiny child who bosses her around and claims "she's ours." Originally posted on my AO3 account. --- The usual disclaimer: The characters are obviously inspired by LingOrm, and there might be references to real-life events, but the story is purely fictional. English is not my first language, so my apologies for any potential mistakes. If you want to say hi, I'm on X: @yjkr94_LO Peace and Love, JKRs :)

This is not just a love story. It's a war waged in silence, a devotion written in bruises and flight tickets - but also in healing touches and homecomings that feel like miracles. Ling and Orm are two women bound by something stronger than fate - a love so fierce, so all-consuming, that time and distance only make their hearts grow more certain of what they've found. Spanning years, continents, and heartbreaks that eventually teach them how to love better, these stories unfold in glances finally shared, in voices breaking with relief over phone lines, in the sacred spaces between almost losing everything and finding each other again. This is a collection of moments - stolen, shattered, salvaged, and ultimately treasured - from a relationship that refuses to die because it was always meant to live. A universe where love doesn't just whisper. It also sings. It burns, yes, but it also warms. It waits at terminals and finds you there. It aches in empty bedrooms but dreams of full ones. Here, love is not always kind, but it is always worth it. It will wreck you, then rebuild you stronger. It will make you abandon fear and cross oceans not just for a chance to see them again - but for the certainty that some people are worth every risk, every sacrifice, every leap of faith. In the world of Ling and Orm, separations are temporary deaths, but reunions are eternal resurrections. Airports become places where souls recognize each other. Regret becomes wisdom. And sometimes, the only way back to someone is through everything that broke you - so you can love them with all your beautiful, hard-won pieces. These stories are for the ones who still hope after the credits roll, for those who believe some souls only ever come in pairs, and for anyone who knows that the greatest love stories are the ones where two people keep choosing each other, again and again. Enter if you're ready to hurt beautifully, heal completely, and discover that some loves really can conquer all.

Lingling Kwong asks her friend Orm to fake-date her to satisfy her family, but as their pretend relationship deepens, emotions blur, and they both begin to wonder if it's becoming real.

[Super Short Story]For two years, Lingling and Orm have shared an apartment-and a life that looks a lot like love. They cook for each other, care for each other, and fall asleep tangled on the couch. They're just roommates. Best friends. Nothing more. At least, that's what they keep telling everyone... including themselves.

18+ ONLY. This story contains mature themes and explicit smut. Read at your own risk. Contentedly single and successful at 30, Lingling has built her perfect life after overcoming hardship. Marriage? No thanks. Dating? A nuisance her meddling best friends keep forcing on her (as she's the only single person left in her group of friends). She just wants to support them, especially Lookmhee on her wedding day. But fate-and maybe Lookmhee-has other plans, leading to a clumsy bouquet standoff with a captivating ash-blonde woman. Lingling thinks she's escaped the matchmaking trap, only to agree to babysit Lookmhee's cousin... who turns out to be the very same woman she accidentally fought over flowers with. Maybe fate, and her best friends, know best after all? A/N: So, I began writing this story while in Thailand last week. It's my first trip out of the country (where I'm residing) and I was writing this because I was a bit disappointed when I couldn't see any LingOrm billboard ads during my first day (only saw one, the Ichitan one in Chiangmai and it was my last day) 🤧 So yeah, to make myself better, I wrote this out of nowhere but it's still unfinished...though I plan to continue writing this but no idea how this story will turn out. The story is typical but yeah I was needing distraction at that moment so I didn't really care. Anyway, I should prolly stop being a silent fan and meet other JKRs so I knew where to spot LingOrm ads the next time I'll travel back to Thailand HAHA.

She thought it was the start of love; the other thought it was just friendship. That misunderstanding broke them apart. Years later, they meet again with their feelings reversed-one finally in love, the other cold and guarded-leaving them to face the cost of bad timing and unspoken hearts. Ling-Orm. ❤️

Everyone thinks Ling is cold, brilliant, untouchable. They don't know she cries quietly after holding up her wife's empire alone. Everyone thinks Orm is heartless, ruthless, born for power. They don't know she breaks in the bathroom so no one hears. Their marriage didn't explode. It eroded. Now a national scandal pulls them back into the same storm and the only way out is side by side.... or not at all.

Lingling Kwong is a cold, composed CEO, intimidating and always in control. To her, success is everything. Love is a distraction. Emotions are a weakness she can't afford. Then Orm enters her life. "..... I think you two have chemistry." Lingling's gaze flicked up, flat and unreadable. "You are impossible," she said, returning her attention to the documents. "I'm not interested in anything like that." She added. "Not interested in men, you mean." "Get back to work, P'Taew." "You into men?" P'Taew pressed, now seated across from her boss, not listening to her. Lingling give her secretary a look. "No," she said at last. At just 23, Orm is both strong and quietly fragile. A chance encounter shifts everything. Her warmth lingers, unsettling Lingling in ways she can't explain. In the spaces between glances and silences, between duty and desire, something real begins to bloom. Orm tilted her head slightly. "Are you...?" Don't tell me she's the CEO-Please... "Lingling Kwong," the woman replied without hesitation. Fuck.