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Vires Acquirit Eundo by draycos for whiffwhaff
Fandoms: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game)
31 May 2025
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Jiyan couldn’t focus. He found himself staring downward, a deep look of concentration furrowing his brows. The space suddenly felt warmer than it did before - then what it was becoming when Yao was previously leant against him. He wondered if he drank too much. Perhaps he was feeling sick and that was why he felt so flushed.
“Jiyan?”
Blinking, Jiyan refocused, eyes locking with concerned hazel. Yao was leant over him, gaze intent as he took in his flushed complexion.
“I think I drank too much,” he laughed, waving his boyfriend away as he cleared his throat. Why wouldn’t the flush go away.
Or: Jiyan is in deep denial that he kinda likes the fact one of his boyfriends can manhandle him
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“Why are you here?” Yao muttered. “Weren’t you heading home to start dinner?”
Mortefi was staring down at him, brows furrowed the slightest bit inward. “It’s twenty hundred,” he replied, point blank.
Yao could only describe the feeling that overtook him as potent and exponential dread. Jerking back toward his pad, which somehow ended up shuffled underneath some paperwork, he tapped the screen. His device flashed 20:10 at him, uncaring of his rising distress.
Or: Yao almost misses his Valentine’s date with his boyfriends
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“It almost feels like it’s fate then. Look,” Jiyan muttered, his hand gesturing upward. Tilting his head back Mortefi cursed.
Above them was the bane of his existence. All through the winter season Xiangli Yao had snuck a plethora of the twigs around the Academy, claiming it was for morale as more and more Yule decorations went up. The fusion user had tore down any near his office, refusing to give into Yao’s mistletoe mischief.
Or: Mortefi hates the tradition of mistletoe, but maybe Jiyan can change his mind
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Mortefi wouldn’t consider himself an obtuse man. For the vast majority, he could pick between the lines of inconsequential remarks, getting to the root of the conversation before his temper flared from wasted breath.
Though, there was one person that he had continuous struggles with, especially when it pretained to their inability to be candid and ask for assistance.
Sometimes Mortefi wondered why Yao even bothered trying to play aloof about his condition. It wasn’t something he could control. Just as Mortefi himself couldn’t control the fact that they had a bond.
He was, without any conscious choice, forever connected to Xiangli Yao and his vampiric nature.
Or: Mortefi has a terrible week and one half of his supernatural triad causes more problems
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It was strange.
From a statistical stand point, there was nothing wrong with the hotel he was staying at. The service was excellent, the staff accommodating, and the food exquisite. He couldn’t even complain about the bathroom.
Yet, Yao couldn’t say he was satisfied.
With a heavy sigh he rolled over for the umpteenth time, turning to face the ceiling, the bed swallowing up his lone body. Most would find that luxurious, but to him it just outlined what he was lacking on either side of himself.
Or: Yao contemplates if giving a mid-night hologram call makes him the needy boyfriend
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