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wrapped around the fingertips (slowly melting under her cherry blossom lips) by labangel
Fandoms: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game)
25 Apr 2026
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Phoebe sighs at their predicament, "There's all these shades and not a single one fits the lipgloss you normally wear?"
"Hm?" Zani takes the lipgloss that's currently in Phoebe's hand, unscrewing the lid with perfect ease, "What are you talking about? I already found the duplicate of the shade I normally use a few wands back."
Phoebe blinks, again.
"…What?"
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work your fingers through my hair (tell me how i've reached my home) by labangel
Fandoms: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game)
24 Apr 2026
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For the first time in her life, the hands rummaging shampoo through her hair are not of her own.
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tell me don't (so i can crawl back in) by labangel
Fandoms: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game)
22 Apr 2026
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Phoebe surely must not find that idea absurd, nor is she planning to take up another lover, because then she goes: "I'll make sure you live up to that, too." She makes a promise of her own, "You don't have to ask to hold my hand next time, though. I wouldn't be repulsed if you wanted to be close to me every now and then, considering the developments in our relationship."
And it's that word, that last word, that nearly has Zani stopping in her tracks.
Relationship, Phoebe says. It's a generally used term, of course, but Zani still finds herself feeling vindicated. They're not strangers—they haven't been strangers for a long time, and Zani thinks she could say they're rather past acquaintances as well. Not just once-every-other-time-interorganizational workmates either, and yes, they are friends at the base of it, but then Phoebe would've said friendship instead of relationship, wouldn't she?
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It's here, Phoebe thinks, where Zani's supposed to give her condolences. Extend a genuine apology for a system that she has no control over, before offering her the aforementioned kindness of bringing her some food and medicines and the kind for the week. Zani could give her a gesture of goodwill that would allow her to measure up to her weightless joke of letting Phoebe bask in her presence, while still uncompromising the holiday she desired so much.
Why would a beta like Zani—haunted by hours of overtime, sought after for her prowess and her skills and the everything that she is, someone who can't possibly tend to an omega as well as an alpha could possibly can—ever, ever want to spend up the entirety of her well-deserved holiday having to take care of a mess of an omega that is a heat-addled Phoebe Marino?
That would only happen in Phoebe's dreams, surely, and this isn't…
"…Would you like me to accompany you through your heat, Phoebe?"
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“The Ministry of Holy Rituals sure is something,” Zani drawls, lazily grinning at the way she has her undone before they truly start.
“I wonder, what sacred purpose does this unsuspecting part of your back have that it’s so important to leave it uncovered like this?”
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Zani tilts her up by the chin with her good hand midway, knuckles brushing against the surface of her sweat-dampened cheeks, "You can be such a messy eater, Miss Acolyte."
Phoebe can hear the mirth in her voice, sugary sweet fondness leaking out of her vibrato like a bursting dam. She doesn't know just how true that statement is—she can't see, can only gauge from the amount of times she's had to lick off the blood that strayed to some other distant part of her face, that's still for sure when the blindfold's tugged tightly around her little head.
"Nonetheless," Zani taps a bloodied finger against her lips, "I suppose I should thank your Imperator for not making you a picky eater with my body."
But that is a statement that can be proven true, she thinks to herself as her lips loosens almost obediently to fit her into her mouth. She'll take what Zani gives her, she'll drink her up as much as she sees it fit. Her tinier hands hold onto Zani's singular one greedily, teething marks onto the curvature of her nailbeds, and that lingering trace of fondness is still ever-present when a sigh parts open Zani's lips.
"I really am the only one that can sate you, aren't I?"
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The boy doesn’t understand why you’re doing this, why you’re defending a man that doesn’t deserve to be called father. He’ll soon find that he can’t ever understand anything about you in this life. Even then, it never quite stops him from trying.
You don’t know if you’re supposed to wish that he didn’t, or not.
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Zani doesn't know how Phoebe can sense it; that line of thought bubbling in her head telling her to get up the moment the knot between Phoebe’s thighs wanes down and detaches itself from her body after their climax's high.
But she knows, somehow; this, Zani finds out as her beloved holds her close. Their bodies press against each other as they lie down on their sides, limbs tangled and intertwined as the sweat from all their previous movement saturates their skin.
"You're on the last days of your cycle," Phoebe notes, reminding her again of the work she has for this moment, its utter lack thereof, "Your rut's coming to a close, the exhaustion from all that knotting is finally catching up to you. No one's going to fault you for laying in bed for a little longer than usual."
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A good meal is the way to anyone's heart, or so they say.
When Phoebe is woken up by the loss of her lover's presence late at night, she learns to agree. But maybe, it isn't just her own heart that reacts to the meal. -
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How in Imperator's name the little one would magically spring up whenever Phoebe puts away her staff Zani will never know—questioned it to Phoebe once, she did, and even she herself just shrugged and went She just does, I guess? and that had been that.
But what Zani does know is this:
"Bluebell takes after you."
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"Don't what, angel?" She feigns innocence first, tilting her head just to add an effect.
But it's obvious that she knows. Knows so well what she means with the twirling of her cigarette that makes Phoebe pout.
"You know what."
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"You know," blurts Phoebe, perched on her lap when she feels the bridge of a familiar nose against her skin, "you remind me of a cat, sometimes."
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and for you i keep my legs apart (and forget about my tainted heart) by labangel
Fandoms: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game)
03 Jun 2025
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And she’s used to serving others, that is the life of an Acolyte, after all—this was no different at its core. Phoebe cherished her lover for all that she is; whether it be the snort she lets out for every one third of her laughs or her imperfection of liking crownapples on top of pizza, this was another part of her that she’ll tend to too, that’s all to it.
Or that’s what she says, at least—she can try to deny the leap of her heart that spiked a feeling of shameless ecstasy when Zani nodded to her washed in a pink haze, but it won’t erase the fact that it had been there, or the fact that the eager agreement Zani gave her had made the space between her thighs hum in longing; as if the inaudible declaration of I want you near me at each and every second, I need you so much so that my body reaches for you when I’m not in a conscious state to control it, I’ll let you do as you want when I’m vulnerable because I trust you so didn’t have Phoebe feeling some sort of twisted pride, swelling even bigger still for each consecutive time she makes her come in her sleep.
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Phoebe doesn’t hold those same reservations for her, and she ends it with the intent to make sure she knows just as much.
“It took me some time to find enough acoruses to make this, forgive me for my lateness.” Phoebe’s hands reach up once again to brush away the bangs covering her forehead, fingers warm and gentle to the touch as she scrapes against her skin, “But I’d thought that if there’s anyone who deserves such a crown for her actions, it would be you.”
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Phoebe continues on, “I’m not asking you to take care of me.” she placates her, peony scent wafting them both in an attempt to soothe her worries, “It doesn’t matter right now, either way, I’m not the one who needs it, I’m not the one in rut and I might not be the best at being an Alpha but what matters is—do you want me to take care of you?”
There she goes again, using that mouth of hers to say something that’s normal to her but isn’t normal at all to Zani. Phoebe’s outwardness makes her whine, her face abnormally heating up once again as she responds; “If you’ll have me.”
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leave not a drop to waste by labangel for PlatinumTiger
Fandoms: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game)
10 May 2025
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“You like seeing me roughed up that much, little bat?” She’s amused, grinning just to let her know she’s acknowledged her stares, “Shall I let myself get cut more the next time we find some other unlucky soul to be put to rest?”
Phoebe snaps out of it, then, sharply looking away as she’s found out and Zani doesn’t call out the amber lightly dusted on her cheeks; “Please don’t think of doing such things, Miss Zani.”
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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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“So, what I’m saying is;” I’ll be waiting, even if I don’t always say it straight; “Come back home safely.”
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amidst the mundanity, there is you by labangel
Fandoms: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game)
24 Apr 2025
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“It’s just that!” Phoebe says with a higher-pitched lilt, very much showing her interest in an item that Zani’s practically accepted as an essential in her life, “You didn’t strike me as someone who would own something like this…?”
“My,” an eyebrow finds itself raised and whenever comes another thing she can tease her for, she’ll always take the chance to act upon it; “is the lady Acolyte making assumptions based on other’s appearances?”
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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?