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It's a quiet evening in Porto-Veno Castle where Cantarella anxiously awaits Rover to come home.
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- Part 1 of Consorts of Rinascita
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The Fisalia Family celebrates Mother's Day with a little breakfast in bed.
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- Part 5 of Consorts of Rinascita
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A quiet evening in Ragunna as two friends catch up about their lives (and their wives).
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- Part 4 of Consorts of Rinascita
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When the Astral Modulator enacted her daring plan to escape the Mobius Loop, for a moment—or maybe a couple hundred years—the Shorekeeper was thrown into confusion. In those moments after the First Instance’s memories were wiped and all evidence of her existence was deleted from the Tethys System, the Shorekeeper was acutely aware that some parts of herself had died, too.
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With the ring on her finger and their ardent vows whispered into the space between them, their lips met once more, eager to seal this commitment of the future together.
[An NSFW interlude for A Cherished Item, a Cherished Vow of "The Loong Maiden and her Fabled Hero"]
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- Part 4 of The Loong Maiden and her Fabled Hero
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Phrolova got more than she bargained for luring Rover to that roof during the Carnevale: a heartfelt confession. They escape Ragunna, and things progress between them until a final confrontation becomes necessary.
Crossposted from ffn. Previously posted on 1/23/2025.
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paradise eternal (sleeps within arm’s reach) by labangel
Fandoms: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game)
18 Apr 2025
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“I love you too,” Phoebe murmurs back, listening in as their hearts start to sync in harmony, and it’s the softest of any morning aftermaths, “I always will.”
It couldn’t get any better than this, she thinks. She knows it can’t.
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Zani moans at the thought. Her Phoebe, hers—just as she had been in her dream.
She’s never been someone to call anything truly hers; not since her awakening, not when every detail of her meticulous routine was made not with her wellbeing in mind as much as it was her work, not when her tendency for sweetness came less from her likeness for glucose as it was another use of management for the unending bitterness in her life.
The last thing she can wholly say belonged to her was a title that she never even wanted for herself, an inhumane legend of her own making. It’s not something she grabbed with her own hands, not something smeared with her ownership all over in a befitting claim and it’s silly, she feels, how she’s come to this; of this linkage of a possessive noun and the name of someone she could never come to have.
Her Phoebe—Phoebe who shouldn't ever be hers when she belongs to the Sentinel even before she even belongs to herself; and who is a heretic to desire a being so holy and purely devoted to her beliefs that the moment she gained her chance at freedom to do whatever she wants—she uses it to swear every part of her life to serve her God?
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05 May 2025
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Jinhsi begins to wonder that something might be wrong with Sanhua. She's colder than before and she vanishes on her, without a word.
There's something dangerous there, in those deep crimson eyes of hers. And Jinhsi takes her chances to find out why her bodyguard has been avoiding her so desperately as of late.
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25 Apr 2025
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Phoebe whines, flustered at the obscenely domestic depiction of someone she’s known to never say such things in her mind.
Her hands are too soft to belong to Zani, too frail to be considered as the perfect match to hers when even their weapons contradicted each other’s lives. Her staff is polished and cleaned every other day to prevent any sorts of obsoletion, something that never touches her opponents while her shield had been beaten and bruised and worn over the years to keep up with the calluses dictating her experience underneath her gloves—they couldn’t be any further apart; their owners couldn’t be any further apart.
It doesn’t stop her from thinking how they belong to her—how they’re the hands she imagines to be touching her now. Zani would know how to touch her, she thinks; she would understand Phoebe’s body better than she does, she’s always been so good at everything—whether it’s crunching deadlines or tugging at the strings in her system that always causes her heart to beat one point five times faster than it normally does, what would make this different?