Frostflame3
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May you sleep on the breast of your delicate friend by Frostflame3
Fandoms: Xenoblade Chronicles 2 (Video Game), Xenoblade Chronicles Series (Video Games)
04 Jun 2026
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Nia is cold. Stuck in the middle of Genbu's sub-zero temperatures, she tries to hold onto Pyra's arm for warmth.
Pyra is nervous. Stuck in the middle of the race to Elysium, Nia's touch grounds her in the now.
Initial hesitation leads to a campside conversation, an extended hand, and a realization that the two need each other much more than they let on.
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SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE GAME.
Siffrin's gone through years of therapy, and is finally stable enough to be in a relationship with Isabeau.
Despite how much better he thinks he is, there are still some things he can't handle very well...
Thankfully, Isabeau is there to save him from spiraling.
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10 Jul 2026
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A collection of slice-of-life scenes between Isabeau and Siffrin, post-canon.
No continuity, no plot threads, not even chronological order; just random scenes for fun and inspiration.Bookmarked by Frostflame3
09 Jul 2026
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Amity (unintentionally) reveals to Luz some of her most embarrassing stims. Little does she know, they're actually adorable and Luz thinks so too.
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Amity bites and meows as stims because she's a lil kitty <3
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- Part 5 of neurodivergence focused toh fics
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05 Jul 2026
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im a freak cuz im always freaked out by flawlessly_rehearsed
Fandoms: The Owl House (Cartoon)
08 Aug 2022
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Amity has a bad day which turns into a meltdown. Luz softly comforts and reassures her.
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- Part 3 of neurodivergence focused toh fics
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05 Jul 2026
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“His hand comes to rest on your shoulder.
In an instant, the weight of loops and loops and loops worth of waiting collapses in on you all at once. How many times did you stand there by that tree? You watched him raise his hand, hovering over your shoulder. You watched and waited and waited and waited until you were sick with it, your yearning for that touch festering like a raw wound. And it hurt. That wanting hurt in the pit of your stomach.
But now you have it: his hand on your shoulder. Just like that. Just that easy. It’s warm and solid and comfortable because it’s Isa and you wanted for so long. It feels good.
It feels good.
You don’t even notice you’re crying until that solid, grounding hand is off your shoulder and on your cheek instead. Isa, propped up on an elbow, thumbs through the wetness clumping your lashes and dampening your cheek.“
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03 Jul 2026