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heluvaku ยท 9 months
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Hey Leo sister! ๐Ÿ’›
If itโ€™s okay, could I have smut headcanons for a fem reader whoโ€™s a little chubby (and very self conscious about it) with Wu Chang?โ€ฆ like, both guards. Cuz why accept one when you can have two I guess.
Lots of love!!
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๐’ฒ๐“Š ๐’ž๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“ ๐’ž๐’ฝ๐“Š๐’ท๐’ท๐“Ž ๐น๐‘’๐“‚!๐‘…๐‘’๐’ถ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฎ๐“‚๐“Š๐“‰ ๐ป๐’ธ๐“ˆ.
Xie Bi'an + Fan Wujiu | "Wu Chang" x Chubby Female Reader Smut Headcanons.
warnings ; smut , fluff , slight body dysmorphia (?) , praise , body worship , tit sucking , implied size difference , hickies , biting kink , cunnilingus , face sitting , thigh fucking , mating press , spanking if you squint , degradation if you get a magnifying glass , etc .
author's note ; hihi anon ! i loved making this so much because i'm plus sized myself AND im so in love with wuwu right now ... it's like 4 am at the time i started writing this bear with me here . anyways enjoy !
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๐’ณ๐’พ๐‘’ ๐ต๐’พ'๐’ถ๐“ƒ .
โœฆ The sweetest man alive.. if he was.
โœฆ Xie's so confused about why you dislike how you look so much. He's infatuated with you. He'll kiss every curve on your body, whispering sweet nothings against your supple skin. He smiles at each moan and whine as he gently kisses sensitive parts of you.
โœฆ Praise and Body Worship galore, I'm telling you. Xie could look at your naked body for hours and would never get tired at staring at you at all. Women with a pudge have the best pussy according to he and Fan..
โœฆ He's obsessed with your boobs. Xie would swirl his tongue around your nipple, sucking and nipping at the bud while looking up into your eyes. When he's done sucking, he'll make a wet 'pop!' noise and play with your nipple with his thumb, sucking the other one.
โœฆ He often fucks you in a mating press. He's very gentle with how he places your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs while whispering how pretty you'll look stuffed with his cock.
โœฆ Marvels at how his bulge is so apparent inside you and takes your hand to make you feel it in your lower stomach. Xie thinks it's hilarious - especially your shocked expression.
โœฆ Aftercare consists of even more praise while Xie runs you a bath, bathing you and making sure you can still stand.. or walk. He just hopes you're able to understand how much he loves you, regardless of your size.
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๐น๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฒ๐“Š๐’ฟ๐’พ๐“Š .
โœฆ He's more confused than Bi'an. Fan stared at you with the most perplexed expression ever for an entire minute.
โœฆ Fan thinks the EXACT opposite of you. He loves how chubby you are, he always thought the plumper the better. You were perfect to him in every way and he was so ready to prove it to you.
โœฆ Unlike Bi'an, Fan leaves hickies and bite marks all over you, grinning at his handiwork as he runs his hands over every nook and cranny of your body. He always straight up tells you what he wants to do to you, and what he wants you to do to him.
โœฆ He's in love with your thighs. Fan's not one for begging (himself), but he'd plead for you to just sit on his face and smother him with your thighs while he laps up everything your pretty pussy has to offer. He lets you squirm and grind down on his tongue, he thinks it makes it better.
โœฆ Thinks your thighs are perfect for thigh fucking, too. Fan makes you get on your hands and knees while he shoves his cock in and out between your legs, making you an even stickier mess than you were before. He'll smack and grab your ass, moaning about how good of a slut you are for him.
โœฆ Fan fucks you in a Full Nelson the most, but occasionally fucks you in Leap Frog. He loves it when he suspends your legs, your plush thighs pressed against your tummy and boobs; your rolls becoming more apparent in the position. In Leap Frog, Fan likes to see your ass jiggle each time he thrusts into your leaky pussy. It always gets him going.
โœฆ Aftercare is pretty much him scolding you for your - according to Fan - 'foolish' insecurity while he takes care of your fucked out body. He cares for you as much as Bi'an does and always will.. it's just expressed way differently .
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uziditbu ยท 2 years
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heartshapedbubble ยท 10 months
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Happy's blog birthday๐ŸŽˆ
Could i ask Wu chang with a fem hunter reader whose have two borzois that absolutely love them, the kind to come to disobey the reader in duos matchs and outside.
Sorry if it's hard ro understand and sorry for the bad inglish.
tysm and dont worry at all!! ๐Ÿ’“ i love all of these specific requests lol </3
(also this is officially one of my fav wu official arts look at xies nails pleaje </3/3/4444)
wu chang w/ fem!hunter! reader who has borzois hcsโ˜‚๏ธ
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xie loves dogs so so so much HHHHH the adrenaline rush he gets during the hunt disappears the second one (or both) of the puppers start running between his legs
he does find them a bit of a nuisance in duo hunters but he does his best to stay calm. he simply can't get mad at a dog okok plus it would upset you and that would upset him even more
at one point he just gives up at gently shooing them away and simply puts them under his arm(s) and carries them as he hunts. those are HIS dogs now and no you can't get them back until he whacks the mikan doctor that has been stalking him the entire match
wujiu is obviously a tad more grumpy but he also loves dogs, it's just that wujiu is a little bitch (lovingly) and is afraid of verbalizing anything that isn't a thinly veiled insult or a sarcastic remark at the very least
it takes him an unreal amount of self control to stay his usual grumpy self around the dogs because once they start licking his face and jumping all over him to the point he ends up on the floor he's going to fucking lose it and start laughing uncontrollably
when it's just him with them in duo hunters he does a double take to make sure no one is watching and then crouches down to pet and play with them both. plenty of "who's a good boy?!?!??!?" 's will be heard
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sandwichfordinner ยท 2 years
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hello! if youre comfortable with it, could you write wu chang x reader nsfw headcanons and some wih joseph too?
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Finally I am finished ya all with this
Anyways I tried my best , I am still learning how to write nsfw ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ
Why do I always cringe at my nsfw fanfics..
Warnings: nsfw , if youโ€™re uncomfortable with nsfw please donโ€™t read.
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Joseph
He is 100% a virgin, he hasnโ€™t thought of doing it with you but really wants to start a family with you. A happy family. But the problem is that both of you are trapped in a hell hole, always exhausted and injured.
Both of you donโ€™t spend so much time together. If youโ€™re a survivor and you get a match with him and wait at the dining table with the others you will see him on the big stool that he has sat waiting for the match to start. You happily start calling for his name to get his attention <3
Okay but to the nsfw part
He starts with gentle touches , things arenโ€™t going too fast. He gives you a few pecks on your neck but starts biting it 1 minute later. When he finds your sweet spot he immediately starts sucking it.
Your whimpers are music to his ears.
But he will let out some quiet moans too, he just canโ€™t hold it. Youโ€™re so soft he just canโ€™t help it.
He tries his best not to cvm too early. He did accidentally on the first time.
Itโ€™s rare to see him horny.
When it has been 2-3 days without seeing him, he is the first one making a step. Searching for you. When he found you again outside, you saw him and jumped from excitement to see him again and hugged him really close.
This was the time he was feeling horny. His hot breath hitting your exposed neck which you shivered.
โ€œShow me how much you missed me~โ€
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Wu Chang
Xie Biโ€™an
THE MOST GENTLE ONE. He is actually really scared to hurt you, youโ€™re like a porcelain doll and he tries his best not to break you.
Heโ€™s not a big fan of kinks, but he likes the praise kink. He loves it when he is fucking you , and when heโ€™s close , hearing your angelic voice ,,youโ€™re doing amazing (insert what ur favourite pet name is for him)~โ€™โ€™. Nah that makes him cvm very quickly.
He also likes when you kiss him at the moment he cvms inside you, that leaves a salvia between you two.
Donโ€™t expect too much from him, he really likes it but itโ€™s too exhausting for him.
When both of you are finished , he requests you to bath together. โค๏ธ
Fan Wujiu
Listen , he is the rough and aggressive one.
He likes to bite you really hard till the spot he has bitten starts to bleed. But if you donโ€™t want that , because itโ€™s hurting you, he will stop and apologise and kiss sweetly the spot where he has bitten you.
Donโ€™t pull his hair tho. It will piss him off a little bit which in those actions he will be more rough. You will not walk for 1 week, BUT FOR 2.
When he feels horny he might randomly pin you from behind . Is it pinning you on a table or at the balcony, which you get pretty flustered and scared of someone might see you two. Of course that happens when both of you alone and no one else.
His moans arenโ€™t quiet or loud either. But he is 100% topping you. He doesnโ€™t let you top him , it depends on his mood. But when you start begging him to ride him he will tease you so you can earn it.
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sunflower1experiment ยท 1 year
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Heโ€™s so beautifulโ€ฆ.
โ€œIโ€™ve always admired him, I was his fanโ€ฆhis number one fanโ€ฆโ€
โ„๐•– ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™ ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•š๐••๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–, ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ง๐• ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐•’๐•๐•ž ๐••๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฃ...๐•’๐•๐• |โ„•๐•’๐•ž๐•–| ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐••๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ก๐• ๐•œ๐•–, ๐•ค๐• ๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ค ๐•–๐•ค๐•”๐•’๐•ก๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•™ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ž๐•’๐•๐•–'๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• "๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐”น๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ....๐•“๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ž๐•–- ๐•€'๐•ž ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ช."
"๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™ ๐••๐•–๐•ง๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ, ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ, ๐•ž๐•’๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•“๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•’๐•ช ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ง๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•—. ๐”ธ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•–๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฅ." ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•๐•๐•’ ๐•ค๐•จ๐•š๐•ก๐•–๐•ค ๐•ก๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ |โ„•๐•’๐•ž๐•–| ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•–๐••, ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•”๐•š๐•ก๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ...๐••๐•–๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ...๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•–. "๐•€'๐•ž ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐••๐•–๐•ง๐• ๐•ฅ๐•–๐••- ๐•—๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•”๐•–๐•• ๐•ž๐•–-" ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐•ค ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•—๐•’๐•๐• ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐••๐•š๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•ค๐•ค ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•”๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•–๐••๐•˜๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–.
๐”ธ๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•š๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ, "๐•„๐•ช ๐••๐•–๐•ง๐• ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ...โ„๐•š๐•ค๐•–, ๐•€ ๐•ž๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–." ๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•”๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐••๐•’๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•  ๐•“๐•–๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•—๐•ฆ๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•–๐•๐•–๐•˜๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ, "๐•€-๐•„ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’ ๐••๐•–๐•ง๐• ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•๐• ๐•˜๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ! ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•๐•จ๐•’๐•ช๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•€'๐•ง๐•– ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐• ..๐•€ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐• ๐•— ๐•’ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•– ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ. โ„™๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•“๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐• ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•—๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ..."
๐”น๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ'๐•ค ๐•˜๐•’๐•ซ๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ค๐• ๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•”๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐••, ๐• ๐•— ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ? ๐•Š๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ž๐•’๐•๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•๐•œ๐•ค ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž. "๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•๐• ๐•˜๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ.." ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™.
"....๐•€ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•€ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ- ๐•š๐•— ๐•€ ๐••๐•  ๐•€'๐•๐• ๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•š๐•–๐•”๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ž๐•–, ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐••๐•–๐•’ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ง๐•–๐•ค ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜. ๐•€'๐•ง๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•ž๐•’๐•ซ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–." โ„๐•– ๐•”๐•™๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•–๐•ค ๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช.
๐•Š๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’ ๐•›๐• ๐•ช๐•—๐•ฆ๐• ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฃ, ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐• ๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•š๐••๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐•’๐•ซ๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’๐•š๐•ž๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ฅ |โ„•๐•’๐•ž๐•–|.
"๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ž๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ž๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ, ๐•€..." ๐•™๐•– ๐•˜๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•๐• ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ'๐•ค ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•–๐•œ ๐•’ ๐•˜๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•”๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•“๐•๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•™ ๐•ž๐•’๐••๐•๐•ช, "๐•€ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•ค ๐• ๐•— ๐•–๐•ž๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•...๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐• ๐•š๐•...๐•ž๐•’๐•ช ๐•€ ๐•”๐•’๐•๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ?
๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•๐• ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ก๐• ๐•œ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž, ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ |โ„•๐•’๐•ž๐•–|'๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ. ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•˜๐•’๐•ก ๐•“๐•–๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•๐• ๐•˜๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–.
โ„๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•ค ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐•’๐•๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•™๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•“๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•ค๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฅ. ๐•Ž๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•—๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•ค |โ„•๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐• ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ, "๐•€ ๐•’๐••๐•ž๐•š๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐••๐•–๐•ง๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•–....๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ'๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•“๐•–๐••๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ...๐•€๐•ฅ'๐•ค ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•—๐•๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•’๐•๐•. ๐”ธ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•€'๐•๐• ๐•“๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ."
๐”ธ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•–๐•ค๐•”๐•’๐•ก๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•œ๐•ช ๐•๐•–๐•˜๐•ค ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–. "๐•€ ๐•’๐•ก๐• ๐•๐• ๐•˜๐•š๐•ซ๐•– ๐•š๐•— ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž ๐•ค๐•–๐•–๐•ž๐•ค ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•—๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•..." ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐••๐•š๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž.
"๐”พ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•–๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค...๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•œ๐•–๐•–๐•ก ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•–๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•—๐•ฆ๐• ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค. ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™ ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•๐•–๐•˜๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•“๐•–๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•—๐•ฆ๐• ๐•™๐•’๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•’๐•ž๐•’๐•ซ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค, ๐•€'๐•ž ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•—๐•ฆ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•๐• ๐•ช๐•’๐• ๐•—๐• ๐•๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ."
๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช ๐•›๐• ๐•๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ก ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•’ ๐•˜๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•œ๐•š๐•ค๐•ค ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž.
๐•Š๐•ž๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ค๐• ๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐•’๐•ค๐•ก๐•ค, ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•ž๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•– ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ค๐•ก๐•ค |โ„•๐•’๐•ž๐•–|'๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•œ๐•š๐•ค๐•ค. ๐•Š๐• ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•๐•š๐•ž๐•ก ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•ง๐•–๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐”น๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ช'๐•ค ๐•๐•’๐•ก ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐••๐••๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•จ๐•’๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•’๐•ฅ. ๐”ธ ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•”๐•๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•ค ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค, ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•”๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ž ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•’ ๐•—๐•–๐•จ ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•œ๐•ช ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ž๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•–๐•ค๐•”๐•’๐•ก๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•’๐•๐• ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•™๐•–๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ.
๐•€๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ, ๐•ช๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™: ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•ค๐•–๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•š๐•ง๐•– ๐”น๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•”๐• ๐•˜๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐•ฃ๐•–๐••, '๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ง๐•’๐•' ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– |โ„•๐•’๐•ž๐•–| ๐•ž๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐••๐•๐•ช, ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•”๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•”๐•๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•• ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•”๐•–.
"๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•š๐•ค ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐••๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ, ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•”๐• ๐•˜๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ซ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•€'๐•ž ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐••."
"๐”น๐•ฆ-๐•„๐•ช...๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ž๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•–. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’-๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•–! ๐•€๐•ค ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–." โ„๐•– ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•“๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•œ๐•š๐•ค๐•ค ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช ๐•›๐• ๐•๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐”น๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ช'๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•ค. ๐•„๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐•–๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’ ๐•œ๐•š๐•ค๐•ค, ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•ค ๐•จ๐•–๐•๐• ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐•”...
๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐• ๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•ก๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค, ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•จ๐•–๐•๐• ๐•’๐•ค ๐• ๐•”๐•”๐•’๐•ค๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•œ๐•š๐•ค๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ.
|โ„•๐•’๐•ž๐•–| ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จ ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•œ๐•š๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•ค ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž. ๐•†๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐• ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•ช, ๐”น๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ซ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•”๐•œ, "๐•€'๐•ž ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐•  ๐•ž๐•ช ๐••๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ..."
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teabreakpancakes ยท 1 year
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omg, can I request Wu Chang x Gn reader?? I need some angst in my life :') Reader stopped writing in their diary as hunter and disappearing Wu didn't notice until a couple days later . Xie and Fan started asking everyone where they went/what happened to them. The rest is up to you whether you think The Manor owner starts to feel bad and idk return them from the dead LOL or they just gone
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Fleeting Light Wu Chang x GN Reader
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Genre: Hurt/Comfort
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Bi'an nears their usual meeting spot, a bright smile on his face as he passes the hedge concealing a small space in the garden. His eyebrows furrow and his grip on the umbrella tightens when he doesn't see them.
"That's odd.. we usually meet here at around this hour and yet they aren't here yet" he mumbled under his breath. He shakes his head, fixing his faltering smile before looking down at the umbrella. "They're probably just late, we should wait for them" he said, talking to Fan.
Fan furrows his eyebrows, pacing around anxiously from within the umbrella, a sense of foreboding falling over him. "Let's check their diary, perhaps it'll mention something about where they are, it's not like they were in their room or in any other areas of the manor" he spoke, a small wry smile painting his face, thinking about how they could possibly be pulling their usual tricks on them.
With long strides, Bi'an makes his way to your room, bypassing Michiko who peered at him with worried eyes. Entering your room, he scans the area, immediately going for your journal the moment his eyes landed on it.
They both swore they heard a thud, their unbeating hearts dropping. There have been no entries for four days. It was an unspoken rule that every resident, no matter if you were a hunter or survivor, had to write in their journal; no more pages? a new one would appear, threw it out? it would returnโ€”no one had the right to stop writing in that cursed book, for if you did, you would be given a harsh warning that seemed more like a horrid punishment you'd receive from someone who knew all your fears.
If you hadn't written a single thing in your journal, and if you haven't been used as an example to those who dared to go against the owner's wishes, then that could only mean one thingโ€”you were either gone forever or, you went missing in one of the original maps.
Was it when you were put in the Darkwoods? but... the survivors didn't have any matches there, they hadn't for months.
Without any words, Bi'an rushed out, teleporting to the waiting room. He looked through all of the rooms, searching for miss Nightingale. Fan could only grit his teeth in frustration, Where the hell were you? ran through his head, desperate for any sort of clue.
Bi'an's violet eyes meet miss Nightingales' void ones. He rushes towards the robot, "Where is hunter (Name)?" he asks, tone laced with a profound amount of urgency that shocked her. Never in her time has she heard Bi'an of all people sounding so urgent.
"I do not know" she replies, a tinge of regret evident in her tone. She could see violet eyes trembling with an emotion she couldn't decipher. "They have not been present in the manor for four days" she adds, slowly exiting the room. Before she's fully out of the door, she hears a low yet uncharacteristically solemn "Thank you" from Bi'an, and she swears that she can feel the despair rolling off from those very words.
Days pass, weeks pass, has it perhaps been months? neither of the guards knew anymore; with each match, with each and every one of their movements, they could feel themselves slipping from their usual selves.
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They no longer cared much about climbing the ranks as hunters, only ever going hard in matches if they felt that the pain and the emptiness was too insufferable. While they used to at least take a few bites of food, they no longer did so, not without you pestering them to try the new dishes.
The other residents of the manor knew just how much you meant to the hunters, you were their lifeline, the reason they smiled, they reason they were so outgoing on occasion. Without you, they were void of the very thing they needed to live.
Both men felt frustrated with themselves, once more, you've slipped through their fingertips. They missed you, your sweet smiles, your childish banter, your presenceโ€”YOUR EVERYTHING.
There was not a day where they wouldn't search for you, daring to venture into all of the areas in search of you; no one could stop them from doing so, no one had the heart to, not when they were so persistent.
Every day, they woke up to the reality of you not being by their sideโ€”they felt that if this were to continue, they'd attempt to kill themselves once more, what worth is a living a life without you?
It's been 172 days since we've last saw you dear, just where are you? Bi'an wondered, brushing his fingers against the beautiful engagement ring on his ring finger.
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He thinks back to the days where you three were still human, laughing with Wujiu about the memories of you nagging at them repeatedly. For the first time in a while, a smile graces both their faces, albeit being a bittersweet one.
Both men fall asleep together in bed, dreaming of you.
With a soft creak, their door swings open. A head peeks through, wispy (colour) locks disheveled. Slowly, the figure of their loved one approaches them on the bed.
Crystal tears are streaming from their eyes, wiping away the tears falling from Bi'an and Wujiu's faces. "I, I missed you guys so much" they whisper, their own tears falling on their faces.
Their eyes flutter open, wondering about whether or not they were dreaming. Before them, their darling knelt between them, crying into their bandaged hands.
Both men reach out to their "dream", taking away their hands from their face. They brush away their tears gently, as if having done so numerous times.
"I wish... you were actually here" Wujiu muttered, placing both of his hands in his lap with a sad sigh. Curious eyes stare at him, "I am though? the owner put me back?" attempting to wipe at their nose.
They receive dead stares from Bi'an and Wujiu and for a moment, it feels as if time has stopped. Both men snap out of it, pulling their lover into their arms.
"Where did you go?!" "Why did you leave us?!" they both shouted out, crying into your back as they sandwiched you between them.
Surely, you had a lot to explain.
i have learned what hurt/comfort is! ... i think?
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@mirology , so like, is this that hurt/comfort thingy?
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ithaquasbbg ยท 8 months
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Hey, for the matchup can I have an IDV matchup my oc Wendy?
For appearance Wendy has dark skin, braided hair in a ponytail and some burn marks across her right eye, hazel eyes and wears a black dress with some rips on it and a fighter fighters jacket, gloves, boots and a gas mask.
For her personality, she often distance and have trust issues but she can hold a normal conversation and but sheโ€™s very observant of things and is very polite, but she can be rather dangerous when she knows there a threat to her, she would get rid of it or someone if they get in her way but Wendy has her moments when she struggles with her constant isolation and generally miss having people to talk too, she can sometimes even be a bit shy and isnโ€™t used to complements, sheโ€™s also very smart and keeps rack and tries to get information on the people around her in order to see if their a threat or not, she also hates needles or being restrained like a mad man because of her time at the asylum.
Her carrier is a pyro.
Omg I love reading about peoples ocs itโ€™s just so fun fjgjsksn!
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Matchup 06
I match you with my favorite 2 for one combo meal (iykyk)
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God I love these two.
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Xie Biโ€™an - White guard
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–นHeโ€™s a polite person, very polite and good at holding a conversation.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น Outside of matches he doesnโ€™t strike me as the threatening type, instead he seems much more like a calm person.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น He gives a lot of compliments, though not necessarily in a flirty way. Every once in a while heโ€™ll stare over at her and suddenly blurt out things like โ€œyouโ€™re so beautifulโ€ ect, ect.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–นThough he doesnโ€™t mean to get her flustered, per say, heโ€™d likely be quite amused by the fact that sheโ€™s unused to compliments.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น In terms of hating being restrained, I doubt sheโ€™d have to worry about it at all with him or Wujiu (ahem.. Bianโ€™s death)
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น Loves having little chats all the time, though heโ€™s not the most extroverted in the manor, he does enjoy having chats with the people he enjoys being around, like her!
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น Heโ€™s also intelligent and would be quite happy to speak with somebody else whoโ€™s quite smart, getting to learn more from Wendy, in a way.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น Super patient and gentle, on days she struggles heโ€™d be there embracing her and muttering on and on about whatever is on his mind. Sheโ€™d never have to be lonely again
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น After Wujius death, he probably has issues with leaving people, attachment, ect. He will claim that heโ€™s not clingy in order to save his face, but Biโ€™an is probably one of the more clingy people at the manor.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น A worry wart, constantly checking to make sure sheโ€™s okay. He also keeps an eye on her though discreetly, of course.
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Fan Wujiu (Black guard)
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น Heโ€™s much less chatty, more blunt. Upon first meet, he may come off a little rude or threatening.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น Heโ€™s not though, at least outside of matches. Simply put, he doesnโ€™t want to be a bother (nor does he want to be bothered)
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น Once heโ€™s Romantically involved in somebody, heโ€™d be much less blunt and a lot more conversational, willing to chat occasionally about whatever is on her mind.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น I say this in the nicest way possible, but I donโ€™t think heโ€™d be the most intelligent academically (though heโ€™s still intelligent in other ways, if that makes sense?). He probably gets puzzled trying to keep up with how smart she is.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น Much more flirty than Biโ€™an, and when he realizes sheโ€™s not used to compliments, heโ€™s going to milk her reactions.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น says things like โ€œYou look gorgeousโ€, ect. While holding onto her chin, cupping her cheeks, you get the gist! He loves getting a reaction out of her.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น Though should she return the favor heโ€™d probably get all flustered himself. Wujiu seems to be all bark and no bite.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น He seems like the type to have a thing for scars, as strange as that may sound. Wujiu sees them as beautiful, things that prove how strong others are.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น His loyalty is unmatched (he literally died bc he didnโ€™t want to break a promise), sheโ€™d never have to worry about being left when it comes to him. When Wujiu says heโ€™ll love somebody forever, he means it.
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น Wujiu Doesnโ€™t strike me as the comforting type, but on days sheโ€™s struggling heโ€™ll do what he can, mostly non verbal communication though,
โญ’โƒ.โœฎ:โ–น aka, if she checks under her pillow on one of these days sheโ€™ll find a handwritten note from him with all the comforting thoughts he canโ€™t bring himself to say verbally, heโ€™s not as harsh as he wants to seem!
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kaymeewise ยท 11 days
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Meet Xie Mei
age:15 (yes young but is mature when it comes to serious situations)
Alias: Medium
fact: she can see dead people with the ability to so imagine only effecting the original skins of hunters, she can see what the hunters used to look like in the past minus Hastur and dream witch (oh she can see Dream witch shocker), she just so happens to be related to Xie BiAn (being his great great times whatever uncle)
Perks:
โ€ชYin and Yang: Can stun hunters who are in close range of her for 10sec with her amulet.โ€ฌ
โ€ชNot ideal: she isnt good with machines so decoding speed is reduced to 25%โ€ฌ
โ€ชFamily bond: if the white guard is Chasing her, his speed is reduced to 15%โ€ฌ
Backstory: was sent to an orphanage after her parents disappeared without a trace (murdered) at 10, sheโ€™s never a friend of death since she is so used to see them it isnโ€™t new to her, she was invited to the manor to reveal the truth about her parents disappearance
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beanieexists ยท 1 year
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Love this creature
The Froth
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fischotterkunst ยท 2 years
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aesop B5, hastur B4 and/or xie bi'an A3? ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ’–
expression meme (accepting for IDV characters!)
tysm these were great practice! the Xie Bi'an one dealt me so much emotional damage ;w;
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Hi can I request Andrew, Luca, William, Wu Chang and Antonio reacting to having an s/o that can crush a watermelon between her thighs.
โ™ก A/N: Yeah! Also sorry if it's kinda short ;-;
Andrew, Luca, William, Wu Chang and Antonio reacting to having a S/O who can crush a watermelon between her thighs
โ™ก Andrew Kreiss
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โ™ก He was shocked.
โ™ก He low-key wishes that he was the watermelon
โ™ก Andrew was super shocked because watermelons are really hard
โ™ก He still loves you though โ™ก
โ™ก He secretly ate the watermelon you crushed and he will never tell anyone not even his friends
โ™ก This man has that moment replaying in his head 24/7 and wishes that he was the watermelon so badly
โ™ก Andrew wants you to crush him with your thighs so badly
โ—‡ Luca Balsa
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โ™ก He was surprised and amazed
โ™ก Luca sometimes day dreams about you crushing him with your thighs
โ™ก Just like Andrew he wishes that he was that watermelon
โ™ก He wonders how strong you actually are
โ™ก He wants to see you crush a machine with your thighs because they seem really strong
โ™ก Luca thinks that you're super strong and he began simping for you even more
โ™ก He sometimes randomly whispers in your ears to crush him with with thighs as a joke but he actually means it
โ™ค Wu Chang
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( I forgot their names so I'll be using white guard and black guard)
โ™กThe white guard was quite impressed and even smirked a little while the black guards face was basically the flushed emoji
โ™ก They like to talk to each other about what will happen if you crushed the both of them with your thighs
โ™กThe white guard remained respectful and calm. He didn't think anything of it he just thought you were strong but sometimes the thoughts kick in
โ™กThe black guard likes to fantasize about you crushing him with your thighs but he would never admit it out loud.
โ™ก White guard sometimes thinks about it and kinda gets flustered thinking about it
โ™ก Black guard loves to think about it indeed
โ˜† William
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โ™ก He was super shocked and wanted to thigh wrestle with you
โ™ก He straight up said in his mind "GOD DAMN ๐Ÿ˜ณ"
โ™ก William wonders how many things your thighs can crush especially since watermelons are strong
โ™ก The thoughts do kick in but he tries to ignore it as to respect you!
โ™ก He once asked you to crush a rugby ball with your thighs and you did!
โ™ก William thinks you are extremely strong just like him and he admires you!
โ™งAntonio
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โ™ก Antonio was quite amazed, and a bit smug about it
โ™ก He likes to think about you crushing him him your thighs while playing with his violin
โ™ก He was also shocked when you crushed a watermelon with your thighs
โ™ก The thoughts kick in but he manages to keep them under control in a classical way
โ™ก Antonio likes to dream about you crushing him with your thighs while he's sleeping
โ™ก It kinda turns him on but he stays quiet about it
โ™ก Antonio wanted to make a tune about you crushing a watermelon with your thighs
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โ™ก Thank you for reading also sorry for the late release I'm currently in college!
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uziditbu ยท 2 years
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Look what I found pt.5
Cre : https://pin.it/35cWZQf
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Recent IDV Art
Tis I Mod Neon! I havenโ€™t really been updating this blog, but I have some special treats in store! Just lately Iโ€™ve been focusing on my Twitter and Tik Tok accounts cause I have much more fun there and I get to meet more people. I probably will do a bit more stuff here, but for now here is an art dump! Also I refuse to tag wax artist in this cause I hate him with all my being. ๐Ÿฅฐ
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Hold up yall i am so curious,,, is Weeping Clown X Wu Chang a thing? I don't know if this is a ship I'm just running into (if so, it's cute, no hate) or if i just keep ending up playing with the same few Weeping Clowns in Black Jack who also happen to main Wu Chang lmfao.
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A Pleasant Reunion Wu Chang x GN Reader
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Genre: Angst, Fluff
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Warning: Mentions of hanging
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italic is mandarin (one of the three Chinese languages)
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(Name) was a government official just like Bi'an and Wujiu. They were all assigned to the same task and that's how they became friends, and slowly but surely, you all became lovers.
Sadly, it didn't stay the same forever.
You could vividly remember Bi'an's face as you both neared the bridge, the despair in his eyes as dark as the skies. Umbrella in hand, you rush to Wujiu's body that was floating beside the bridge.
Your trembling hands dropped the umbrella, pulling his body into your lap as tears blurred your vision, the sound of the rain hitting the ground inaudible as your cries echoed.
Bi'an falls to the ground beside you, tears streaming down his face as he wraps his arms around you both, whispering countless apologies with his trembling voice.
Hours passed with you both in the same position, just like that, you both had lost a brother and a lover.
Things were never the same after that, countless nights were filled with tears and guilt that just seemed to weigh you both down more and more with each day that passed.
You'd hear Wujiu's voice sometimes, looking around to see no one, desperate to see the taller man once more.
Bi'an was more out of it, giving you weak smiles, losing Wujiu had taken a huge toll on both of your lives. The bed felt emptier, the house felt colder and it felt like it was never gonna get better.
You and Bi'an would lay next to each other, talking about how Wujiu probably would've laughed at you both if he could see you both crying like babies.
Bi'an stared into your eyes, "How can you still love me despite knowing that he died because he listened to me?" his voice trembling as tightened his hold on the table.
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(Name)'s eyes widened in realisation, "Have you had these thoughts the entire time dear?" reaching up to cup his cheek, "Hey don't blame yourself, don't beat yourself up over it okay? I'm at fault too so don't take the blame all by yourself" they stroked his cheek, walking over to his side of the table.
"If anything, let's blame the flood for it! the rain is to blame!" raising both their fists and saying absurd words in hope of making their lover laugh.
Bi'an's soft chuckle makes the embarrassment of blaming the rain of all things made it a bit less humiliating.
That night, the two hanged themselves below the bridge.
Strangely enough, (Name) woke up alone under the bridge, staring directly at their hanging corpse, screaming and backing away.
It seemed that they were a ghost now.
They looked around for signs of Bi'an, dejected when they find nothing.
They find a letter on the ground. Ripping it open, their eyes bulge in pure disbelief. They resist the urge to curse out how stupid both the letter and the writer are.
'ไฝ ๆœ€ๅฅฝไธ่ฆ่ฏด่ฐŽไฝ ่ฟ™ไธชๆทท่›‹'(you better not be lying you bastard) they thought as they read the contents once more, rolling their eyes at how preposterous it was.
The letter said that Bi'an and Wujiu were at Oletus Manor, playing the game in hopes of finding you, it said that someone would pick them up above the bridge if they burnt the wax seal on the letter.
They shrugged, burning the seal and waiting for whoever was gonna pick them up.
They facepalm, "I'm dead, how are they gonna see me huh, this is stupid" only to be shut up by the sound of a carriage approaching.
The carriage stops in front of them, the coachman stepping down and bowing to them. He opened the door for them, "I will be taking you to Oletus Manor, please take a seat".
At that point, they just accepted the bizarre situation, choosing to think about their fiancรฉs, the engagement ring on their finger shining because of the moonlight that seeped through the carriage's windows.
They fall into a deep sleep for some reason, the coachman laughing and taking the more human appearance of The Ripper after taking the ring off his finger.
"I wonder, will they be a hunter or a survivor" The man said to no one in particular, a grin overtaking his handsome face as the carriage raced into the night.
(Name) wakes up in the Manor's garden, a letter in hand as they dust themselves off. Picking up the bag beside them, they looked into it, startled to see some of their things from their home.
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Opening the letter, they read instructions they had to follow in order to meet Bi'an and Wuiju who are apparently within the large manorโ€™s vicinity that they could see past the tall hedges.
Ignoring the fact that they were wearing their hanfu, they ran through the garden, rushing past the other people in it, head moving from side to side in search of their loversโ€”well, in this case, one of them.
Their eyes land on a tall man with long braided hair, a familiar umbrella in his right hand and a ring similar to their own on his left.
(Name) runs towards him, the man looking back as shock paints his face when they tackle him to the ground using all their might.
โ€œไฝ ่ฟ™ไธชๆทท่›‹!โ€ (you bastard) (Name) shouts while shaking the freakishly tall man by the collar of his guard uniform. Biโ€™an nuzzles into their neck, apologising continuously as happy tears dripped down his faceโ€”ignoring the fact that he is being shaken by the smaller person in his lap.
โ€œWhereโ€™s wujiu? the letter said he was here tooโ€ (Name) muttered into Biโ€™anโ€™s chest, tears welling up in their eyes.
โ€œour souls were merged into one, he currently resides in this umbrellaโ€ Biโ€™an raises the umbrella in one of his hands, showing it to them.
โ€œi have to say, Iโ€™m kind of glad i wasnโ€™t merged with you two, i would not like being in an umbrellaโ€ (Name) jokes, poking the white guard's chest while looking up at him with a teasing look in their eyes.
A hearty laugh leaves Biโ€™an, his gaze loving as he leans down to whisper in their ears. โ€œWould you like to see fan? I will replace his spot in the umbrella thoughโ€
Their cheeks flush from how close he isโ€”despite being deadโ€” โ€œCan I? I miss him tooโ€ they whisper back, shivering from Biโ€™anโ€™s breath that kept fanning their neck.
โ€œAlright then, letโ€™s stand up first though and get to somewhere more privateโ€ Biโ€™an picks them up with one hand, the other holding the umbrella.
He took long strides, entering the manor and going through the maze-like halls, finally reaching their room after a few minutes of walking.
He sits them down on the large bed in the corner of the room, standing up and holding the umbrella in his hand, facing the point upward.
โ€œAlright, iโ€™ll be switching with Wujiu now, but do not fret, iโ€™ll be within the umbrella dearโ€ Biโ€™an said, patting them on the head and kissing them in the lips.
He opened the umbrella, disappearing before reappearing as a similar looking man wearing different clothes.
Fan blinked repeatedly, โ€œlove? is that actually you? or am i seeing things?โ€ he massaged the bridge of his nose, contemplating about whether or not heโ€™s gone insaneย .
(Name) squeals, hugging him with all their might. โ€œWUJIU, IT REALLY IS YOUโ€
i'll likely make a part two, i've been writing for three hours, even longer if i count the plot(that i didn't use) i wrote for this last night
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