Arknights: Endfield
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Don't ask me to beg by AethericFlower
Fandoms: 明日方舟 | Arknights (Video Game), Arknights: Endfield
06 Feb 2026
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- You have summoned me, Endministrator. - A statement rather than a question.
- Indeed I did. And since you came so quickly, I believe, you wanted this enough to come running to me?
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After Endministrator is injured in battle, Pogranichnik is consumed by guilt and stays by her side until she recovers. Though she reassures him, he struggles to forgive himself. When they reunite in private, tension and long-suppressed emotions erupt into an intimate encounter, revealing the depth of their devotion and desire for one another.
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Wulfgard follows Endministrator for an impromptu trip to Talos-II, then has a reflection.
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Goodnight, Endministrator by lunar__omega
Fandoms: 明日方舟 | Arknights (Video Game), Arknights: Endfield
04 Feb 2026
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“Stay,”
The Endministrator whispered as he pulled Pogranichnik closer, finding no resistance from the other side, the Operator letting himself be guided forward, unable to disobey the softest plea he’d ever heard, after all, since when did the Endministrator actually plead for something?
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Fragments of a Forgotten. by Avilioo
Fandoms: Arknights: Endfield (Video Game), Arknights: Endfield
03 Feb 2026
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The world believes in order, in heroes who never falter and in salvation that can be relied upon.
Endmin was once that belief made flesh, a living legend who wielded Originium, defied catastrophe and chose to love fragile humanity. Beside her stood Ardashir, who loved her enough to follow, to endure and finally, to diverge.
When the forbidden power of the Ætherside fractured their paths, Ardashir chose a road steeped in pain and exile, while Endmin chose sacrifice and long slumber. Ten years passed like a breath to her and like a lifetime to him.
Now she has awakened, her memories lost, her gaze devoid of recognition. He stands on the opposite side of the path she walks, branded a traitor by the world and unseen by the one he loves most.
Yet the Sarkaz are patient and Ardashir knows how to wait.
For a memory to stir.
For a god to remember.
And for unspoken unreturned love, to be accepted at last.