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Lingling Sirilak Kwong was raised with silence in her veins. She doesn't shout. She doesn't ask. Her hands do the speaking-steady, exact, dangerous in a way that doesn't need to warn you twice. She leads with the kind of power that doesn't seek permission. Her world is sharp-edged and quiet, and she's made peace with being alone in it. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong lives differently-under fluorescent lights, in rooms that smell like antiseptic and the weight of responsibility. Everything about her is clean, practiced, still. Her voice is soft, but her spine never bends. People depend on her. She lets them. Because she doesn't know what it's like to be chosen instead of needed. They met under bad lighting and worse timing. A parking lot. A crude comment. Four men. And one voice that cut the night open: "She told you to move." It should've ended there. A nod. A thank you. A walk away. But Orm didn't walk. And Lingling didn't let her. Now there's a thread pulled too tight between them. Sheets. Bruises. Breathless silence. A thousand things said with hands instead of mouths. Lingling touches Orm like she's already hers. Orm lets her in like she doesn't know how to say no. It's not love. Not yet. But something hangs in the space they keep trying not to name. It lingers on the tip of the tongue, right where pretending and staying start to blur. --- --- G!P LinglingConcluida
no idea ❀ mattia polibio
"𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻, 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. 𝑾𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑹𝑶𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵." ❀ + 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 + 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 ❀ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍: 01.03.2020 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍: 07.08.2020Concluida
The One Shot Series (Complete ✅)
A series of one shot stories Some have actually happened! Request can be requested! I don't own any pictures or videos!Concluida
My randoms thoughts!
I have a dirty mind, so I'll share my thoughts about my favourite shows and characters. All rights to the original people. This is just my imagination. Enjoy! 😆Concluida
Crush Imagines
Some fun imagines to get you through the day. Enjoy :) *Requests closed* {highest Ranking 2/5/19: #1 in slowupdates}Concluida
Orbit
I'm not a writer - but I have a good imagination. Created this story with the help of Chatgpt. photos used are from Pinterest. credit to the original owner. slow burn, fluff, fillerConcluida
Different of Life
............................ သိပ်ချစ်ခဲ့တဲ့ချစ်သူနှစ်ဦး မတူညီတဲ့ဘဝနှစ်ခုကို ကွဲကွာသွားတဲ့အခါ ... LingOrm ..Concluida
18+ Esdeath x (fem) reader 18+
Hey this is a 18+ fan fiction if you are not 18 or above I suggest you don't read this WARNING: NSFW CONTENT [ BAD SPELLING AND CRING] P.S. THIS IS SOO BAD!! And also I do request {Love ya <3} [Completed] 5 November 2022 - 28 May 2023 Thanks for reading<3Concluida
Lingling Sirilak Kwong was raised with silence in her veins. She doesn't shout. She doesn't ask. Her hands do the speaking-steady, exact, dangerous in a way that doesn't need to warn you twice. She leads with the kind of power that doesn't seek permission. Her world is sharp-edged and quiet, and she's made peace with being alone in it. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong lives differently-under fluorescent lights, in rooms that smell like antiseptic and the weight of responsibility. Everything about her is clean, practiced, still. Her voice is soft, but her spine never bends. People depend on her. She lets them. Because she doesn't know what it's like to be chosen instead of needed. They met under bad lighting and worse timing. A parking lot. A crude comment. Four men. And one voice that cut the night open: "She told you to move." It should've ended there. A nod. A thank you. A walk away. But Orm didn't walk. And Lingling didn't let her. Now there's a thread pulled too tight between them. Sheets. Bruises. Breathless silence. A thousand things said with hands instead of mouths. Lingling touches Orm like she's already hers. Orm lets her in like she doesn't know how to say no. It's not love. Not yet. But something hangs in the space they keep trying not to name. It lingers on the tip of the tongue, right where pretending and staying start to blur. --- --- G!P Lingling
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