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𝘈:𝘯- đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜Ż 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜­đ˜Š: 𝘼𝘱𝘹đ˜Șđ˜€ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Ž.
đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© 𝘐 𝘼𝘩𝘱𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘓𝘱𝘯𝘹! đ˜đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š
đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜±: 𝘔𝘱𝘹đ˜Ș𝘱 đ˜“đ˜¶đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜Ž.
𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧𝘱𝘯𝘧đ˜Șđ˜€ 𝘐 đ˜žđ˜łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬.
đ˜đ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜șđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜­đ˜Š 𝘔𝘱𝘹đ˜Șđ˜€ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜č 𝘼𝘱𝘭𝘩 đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł.
𝘓𝘱𝘯𝘹: đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜“đ˜¶đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜Ž.
(𝘔𝘱đ˜ș 𝘰𝘳 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜ˆđ˜­đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜©đ˜€đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°). Part two is up
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𝘔đ˜Ș𝘭𝘰 𝘎𝘩𝘯đ˜Șđ˜¶đ˜Ž.
* 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘱𝘯𝘯𝘰đ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜„đ˜°đ˜łđ˜ź đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘯𝘩𝘱𝘳 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮.
*đ˜šđ˜©đ˜¶đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜š 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹 𝘾𝘩𝘭𝘭 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
*𝘏𝘩 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© 𝘣đ˜ș 𝘧𝘩𝘱𝘳 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž. đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ (đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜źđ˜Șđ˜”).
*𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜šđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 𝘱 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”.
*𝘏𝘩 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘯𝘯𝘰đ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼𝘮𝘩𝘭𝘧 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼? (đ˜•đ˜°đ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș)
*đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜«đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜·đ˜Ș𝘮đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘱𝘳đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘍đ˜Ș𝘯𝘯 𝘈𝘼𝘩𝘮.
*đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ș đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜š 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°... đ˜đ˜Žđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩?.
*đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘰𝘯'đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜źđ˜Șđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜«đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș đ˜„đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜ąđ˜Ź đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘰𝘧𝘧 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜„ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘱𝘼𝘩 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š. 𝘏𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜”đ˜łđ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 𝘱 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„.
*𝘏𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘮𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜” 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶?
*đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜”... 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘾𝘩𝘭𝘭 đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘾𝘩𝘭𝘭 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©. 𝘏𝘩 𝘾𝘰𝘯'đ˜” đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜€đ˜©.
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đ˜“đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Š.
*đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘱đ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘮𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł?
*𝘾𝘩𝘭𝘭 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜€đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘱𝘾𝘱đ˜ș.
*đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘾𝘱𝘳𝘼 đ˜¶đ˜± đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘮𝘭đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜€đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜© 𝘰𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł. đ˜đ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜°đ˜Łđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘭!
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł! đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩!
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š (đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜€ 𝘰𝘳 đ˜™đ˜°đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„) đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜«đ˜°đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł.
*đ˜Ș𝘧 𝘱𝘯đ˜ș𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶.
*đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź 𝘱𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș 𝘞đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜”đ˜©, 𝘔đ˜Ș𝘭𝘰, 𝘰𝘳 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮. 𝘌đ˜čđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜” 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘳𝘱đ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘈𝘣đ˜ș𝘮𝘮
*𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘣𝘱𝘳𝘩𝘭đ˜ș đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘮𝘭đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š.
*đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩 𝘮𝘰 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹.
*đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜Ș𝘹𝘯𝘰𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜±đ˜­đ˜ș.
*đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Š 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜± 𝘰𝘧 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜”.
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*đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘰𝘧𝘧 đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ 𝘉đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 "đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Ș" 𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” 𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘰𝘧𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜”!.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜±đ˜Š... đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩𝘯'đ˜”.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜­ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜±đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮 đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł.
*𝘏𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘱𝘼𝘰𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜”.. 𝘏𝘩 đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘱 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜đ˜” đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘭.
*đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘮𝘭đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ž 𝘹𝘭𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘮𝘱đ˜ș.
*đ˜‘đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜±đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜šđ˜°đ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł.
*𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘯 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳 đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜Łđ˜­đ˜¶đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘳 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘹𝘭𝘱𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘰𝘬𝘩 đ˜¶đ˜±.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ž đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜¶đ˜± 𝘮𝘰 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘮𝘭đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š.
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*𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘯𝘱𝘼𝘩 𝘈𝘣đ˜ș𝘮𝘮 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘯 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Ź- 𝘯𝘰 𝘐 𝘼𝘩𝘱𝘯 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘰𝘯.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘱 𝘹đ˜Ș𝘳𝘭 𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜šđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘧𝘩𝘾 𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘭đ˜Ș𝘩𝘳 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș𝘮.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Ź 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
*đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°.
*đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘰𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜°đ˜” đ˜”đ˜° 𝘾𝘱𝘳𝘼 đ˜¶đ˜±.
*đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘬𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘱𝘮𝘬 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Ž 𝘾𝘱𝘮.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜«đ˜°đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜źđ˜Ș𝘳𝘩 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜©!
*đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜© đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”.
*đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘼𝘰𝘰𝘯.
*đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜ș 𝘱𝘾𝘱đ˜ș 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼... 𝘏𝘩 𝘾𝘰𝘯'đ˜” 𝘱𝘣𝘭𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜­đ˜Š 𝘭𝘰𝘮đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°.
*𝘏𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜źđ˜Ș𝘳𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ș đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”.
*𝘏𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ș đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘯 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜° đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜± đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘰𝘧 đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š.
*đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜§đ˜” 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶... đ˜–đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩.
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜±đ˜±đ˜ș.
*...đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘩𝘩𝘯 đ˜€đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Š.
*đ˜šđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜© đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜”.. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮... 𝘏𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘣𝘭𝘩.
*𝘮𝘰 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
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𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 𝘞𝘱𝘭𝘬𝘩𝘳.
*𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”.
*đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜„đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­ 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭đ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜ș 𝘭đ˜ș𝘳𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜Ž.
*đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜°đ˜© 𝘮𝘰 𝘬đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”. 𝘈𝘮 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” (đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘹𝘳𝘩𝘾 𝘮𝘰 đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜©).
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Ź đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜źđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘼.
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘮𝘱đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„.
*đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜€đ˜© 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘱 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜© 𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜žđ˜° đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜© đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘮𝘩𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘹𝘱đ˜Ș𝘯.
*𝘮𝘰 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜±đ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š.
*đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘮𝘱𝘼𝘩 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘯𝘩𝘾𝘮.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
*đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Źđ˜­đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ž.
*𝘏𝘩 đ˜žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š.
*𝘏đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜€đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜© 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘩𝘱𝘬𝘮 𝘩đ˜čđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘣𝘩 𝘾𝘩𝘱𝘬 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜©. đ˜ˆđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘱𝘭đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹.
*𝘋𝘰𝘯'đ˜” 𝘣𝘩 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜ș 𝘹𝘱𝘼𝘩𝘮 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź 𝘱𝘭𝘭.
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𝘎𝘩𝘯𝘩𝘳𝘱𝘭 đ˜©đ˜€đ˜Ž.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘱𝘾𝘱đ˜ș (đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Š 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 𝘩đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș)
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘱𝘯𝘯𝘰đ˜ș 𝘔đ˜Ș𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘳 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘞đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜”đ˜© đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘈𝘣đ˜ș𝘮𝘮.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜«đ˜°đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘹𝘰𝘱𝘭.
*𝘈𝘣đ˜ș𝘮𝘮 đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜§đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜š đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘭𝘰đ˜ș𝘱𝘭 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ž 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°.
*đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜­đ˜Š 𝘞đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜”đ˜© đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘮𝘩𝘩 đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜©/đ˜€ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘳 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜ł.
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱𝘯𝘯𝘰đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩𝘭đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Źđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź đ˜”đ˜° 𝘾𝘰𝘳𝘬 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜¶đ˜± 𝘱 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź.
*đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘮𝘰𝘯 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘩 𝘹𝘰𝘱𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š.
*𝘛𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 𝘣𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩.
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𝘈:𝘯- đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”'𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘭! 𝘛𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š!!!
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fufuheheii · 2 years
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Cyno Doesn’t Know What’s Wrong
WARNING: A bit NSFW towards the middle but nothing graphic. 
Cyno x GN! Reader 
A little note: I had some requests about making Tighnari and Scaramouche versions of Wooing You, and I’ll be working on those soon! It might take a while especially for Scaramouche since he is going to appear soon and I want to see how much he will change to be able to fit some sort of idea with him XD. So Tighnari’s will be first!
Cyno wasn’t sure what got you grumpy all of a sudden.
Actually, grumpy might not be the right word. You were mad about something and he wasn’t sure what.
It started when he invited you to Nilou’s dance show. You seemed to not be in the right mood that day.
Nilou had come over to talk to you both, and you were especially silent.
“Hopefully my dances were alright!” “Your dancing was quite nice, you looked like a happy lizard.” “...I’m not sure if that was a compliment.”
When Nilou left, Cyno was going to ask you if you were okay, but somehow you ninja’d your way out of the scene. How the hell did you even do that? He was the Mahamatra; no one escaped that easily.
After that he went looking for you, but you were actually nowhere to be seen. 
He asked around, and somehow he missed you by 0.1 second every single time. 
And then a few days went by and everyday he went to Gandarvha Ville, but apparently you filled your schedule up like crazy because you were in the forest everyday now.
“Tighnari I need you to fire Y/N.” “I think you mean you want to see them right?”
Cyno explained the situation to his friend. Tighnari listened intently as he was also worried about you. You never took up so many tasks before, and when he lectured you for hours about taking breaks, you told him to keep scolding you.
He immediately knew something was up, or you were a masochist.
Once Cyno was done explaining, Tighnari pieced together what he heard.
Now, Tighnari had his fair share of relationships (though they all ended pretty quickly since he prioritized work more than anything), so he had an idea of what might be going on.
The thing was, did he want to tell Cyno? Relationships are all about the process, just telling him might just feel like cheating the process. 
He’ll just give him some hints.
Strategy I: Leaving gifts
Cyno knew your likes and dislikes like the back of his hand. 
How could he call himself your partner if he didn’t even know what you’d like?
So he got everything you liked from the desert while arresting some of the scholars and researchers here and there. 
When he was in Sumeru City he got your favorite foods.
He went ‘shopping’ in Aaru Village, and met Candace along the way.
She smiled at the bags of goodies. “Wow, is it Y/N’s birthday?”
“No, they’re not feeling so good.” “Oh, no wonder there’s so many things! What did you get to cheer them up?”
He handed the bags to her proudly. “Only the finest things.”
Candace opened the bags, looked at the contents, and handed Cyno back the bags.
She then walked away silently.
When Cyno arrived at Gandharva Ville, he was excited to show Tighnari what he got for you.
“Wow! That’s a lot of stuff!” Tighnari smiled as he opened one of the bags. “They’ll really like it-”
The bag he opened was filled with dead scarab beetles.
He looked at the other bags with dread. 
Bird eggs, pieces of raw meat from unknown animals, half of a cacti
is that a bag full of sand?
“All grown and produced in the desert like Y/N wanted,” Cyno chuckled while rubbing his nose before taking out another bag that smelled greatly like mold. “And here’s their favorite coconut charcoal cake. I bought this a week ago but it should still be fine.”
“Alright, in order to keep my rangers alive I have to confiscate all of this.” “Haha I think so too
wait what?”
Strategy II: Writing a Letter
“You can’t go wrong with a letter,” Tighnari handed over a draft. “Here, I wrote a sample of what you should write to Y/N.”
Cyno read over it before looking up. “This looks good, but why is it my fault they’re angry?”
Tighnari sighed. “Did you not think it over like I told you to?”
“I did, but I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“Think harder!” Cyno closed his eyes and thought as hard as he could.
Everything started when you went to Nilou’s show. You were happy before until he asked you to go. Then you were angry. Didn’t talk much when Nilou came over
wait, could it be?
Was it because you didn’t eat lunch that day?
“No I’m pretty sure whatever you’re thinking about isn’t the right answer,” Tighnari sighed.
“They’re jealous,” Cyno blinked before swallowing nervously.
You? Jealous of what?
“Nilou, they’re jealous of Nilou,” Cyno gaped at the boy. “It doesn’t make sense they weren’t happy on that specific day, Cyno. And you complimented her too.”
You never striked as a jealous person to him. Heck you shipped him with all kinds of people before you two started dating. But now you guys are dating. Could it be that he was insensitive?
“-and honestly I never heard you compliment Y/N before,” the fennec boy continued. At this Cyno snorted. “I give them compliments all the time!”
“You mean that time you said they were as cute as a fluffy Sumpter Beast? Or that time you said they were sexy like a cacti in the desert? How did you even come up with that?”
“Cactuses are deadly but the water in them is everyone’s desire,’”Cyno argued, but now he thought it was stupid too.
 Tighnari sighed. “You must have said something normal to make them react like that.”
“Yeah, I did compare her to a lizard. I guess it is a lot better than being called a desert plant.” “...what?”
So Cyno went on to write his letter. He forcefully stayed in Tighnari’s room just writing up the letter with all his feelings. He wanted you to know how he felt, how he really knew you were his soulmate.
By the time it was morning, he had written over 27 pages.
‘Right, scholars’ habits of writing essays,’ Tighnari thought as he smiled at the pile. “Y/N’s definitely not going to read all that, but they’ll be happy at least.’
Cyno brought it to your door, and put it down with a padisarah flower on top.
When he came by to check on it again, it was already gone.
Strategy III: Confrontation
It was now the fifth day since he last saw you. He was getting super desperate now.
He thought the letter would reach you, but you still didn’t come find him.
So he went to find you again.
Tighnari gave him your schedule and he went into the forest to search for his beloved. 
‘I gave them enough space right?’ Cyno thought as he got to the area where you were supposed to be. ‘Or is it too soon? It’s probably too soon.’
Just as he finished thinking he stopped at the small waterfall.
You were supposed to be here. He hid in the trees as he peered around.
Finally, he saw you.
You, the naked you.
Why were you naked?
Cyno choked when you appeared washing yourself at the waterfall, your naked body in full glory under the sun. 
You heard his choked gasp and turned to his direction.
And there you saw him, standing in shock with blood dripping down his nose.
“Cyno?” “Y-Y-Y/N?”
Cyno looked won at the schedule Tighnari gave him, the red circle around the one time that said: ‘shower-DO NOT GO THERE’.
“I-I’M SORRY FOR ALL I’VE DONE,” Cyno shouted in desperation, not knowing what to do. “PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I LOVE YOU!”
“Y/N!” A few rangers appeared. “Oh my gosh the Mahamatra is peeping on Y/N!”
Nabil was shocked when an arrest notice on the general came.
Strategy IV: Y/N
You finally gathered the courage to go find your man. 
Truth to be told you missed him a lot, and honestly after reading his letters you knew the misunderstandings had increased.
You were in fact, not jealous about anything. 
What really happened was
well, you were going to tell Cyno about that.
So you went to find him in the one place you knew where he would be.
You finally arrived at Caravan Ribat, where you saw Cyno and a man sitting at a table with their decks out.
“Wow this is your tenth loss Cyno, what happened?” “I left my best cards with the love of my life.”
“Hey Cyno,” you chirp, and the boy flinched so hard his knee hit the bottom of the table.
“Y/N!” He got up immediately and hugged you. The man took the cue to leave the scene.
“Did you get my letters?” “Yes, I did. I’m actually here about it.”
Cyno urged you to sit on the bench and he sat next to you while holding both of your hands.
He bit his lip as you lowered your eyes with so much guilt, and he was already thinking of all the possible things you could say.
Do you forgive him? Did you already find someone else? As long as you’re happy he’s happy, unless it’s Al-Haitham you fell for. 
“Cyno I-,” you started to say before Cyno leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. He savored your sweet soft lips, the way you sigh into his warmth. He missed this so much that he would turn the world upside down just for you. 
He moved back just slightly, leaning his forehead against yours as he stared with half-lidded eyes at your now red lips before meeting your eyes again.
You both were blushing like mad, and the erumites around you were silently swearing at you two for the public display of affection.
“I invited you to Nilou’s dance because you said you liked to watch her dance,” Cyno explained as softly as he could, not wanting to ruin the moment. 
“I know,” you nodded. “You told me that in the letter. And yes, I’m here about that. Cyno, I have something to say.”
“Okay,” the boy gulped as he closed his eyes, bracing at your response.
“Don’t get angry.” “Okay.” “Don’t kill me.” “I would never hurt you.”
“I may have uh
lost your cards.”
“Don’t worry about it-wait, what did you say?” 
Cyno pulled back immediately, his face turning into pure shock. “You lost my limited edition cards?”
You nod slowly as you gripped your bag. “I realized I lost it the day you invited me out
I didn’t know how to tell you and I was trying to find a way to buy a new set of cards
”
You reached into your bag and pulled out freshly bought cards. “Only two of them are special cards, but I know they can’t replace your limited editions. I’m sorry Cyno, I got careless. They must have cost you a fortune. I’ll pay you back, just give me some time!”
Cyno stared at the cards before letting out a snort followed by a small laugh. “Y/N I’m not angry. These are just cards.”
Now it was your turn to be surprised. “But you treasured them!”
“And I treasure you more,” Cyno held your chin gently before leaning forward again and pecking you on the forehead. He smiled. “You mean more to me than anything, my sweet cacti.”
You smile back and Cyno helps you up from the bench.
“Now let's go get some food,” Cyno said- before he passed out with foam coming out of his mouth.
“Cyno!” You screamed in horror as the boy twitched on the ground.
“...You mean more to me than cards
,” he muttered while foaming. “My
limited edition
”
Yep, it was going to take a while to recover from this.
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astrophelstella · 1 year
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Genshin Characters as Omegas
Your the traveler who's not from this world and hasn't experienced what alphas, betas and omegas are. But your still an incredibly powerful Alpha with the strongest of scents. The rest of the omega characters are scrambling in their attraction to you. Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli
Diluc
Everyone was surprised when he presented as an omega. Outsiders probably assumed her was an Alpha with how he acts but every Mondstadt citizen knows his real secondary gender.
Untraditional omega. At least for other nations. Mondstadt was pretty progressive as the city of freedom but he still couldn't escape the comments. He was far from the delicate and soft image of an omega. Doesn't care anyways, he has work to do.
Never saw himself settling down or gaining a mate, despite plenty of Alphas and Betas throwing themselves at him. He even got a few Omegas vying for him. Especially Alphas, who annoyed him with their scents and posturing.
Then comes you, an outlander who saves the city and dubbed "Honorary Knight". Your scent was stronger than any Alpha he's met. Absolutely unique and enticing, it surprised him how his discipline was crumbling down and for the first time in a long while, he felt like a young omega in the presence of a potential mate.
It wasn't just your scent. You were scarily strong and powerful enough to wield multiple elements without a vision. Like a true Alpha you were reliable and unrelenting. His favorite thing about you was letting your actions speak for themselves, you barely talked but you had a comforting presence and ready hand to help.
Has a competence kink I swear. You accomplish all of your commissions in record time and still help everyone out, including him. Everyone knows once your on the job there will be no mistakes. Had to restrain himself from scenting you seeing you work at his tavern and it was the best business they had in a while.
His instincts were screaming at him that you were the ideal mate. That he had to get to you now before someone like Kaeya does. But he was still so shy when it comes to courting. He doesn't even know if you think of him as a viable omega.
Is so lost. He was taught proper omega etiquette and courting as a noble but he's never thought to use them and isn't used to acting like an omega. It leads to some fumbling with his gloves, spreading his pheromones out hoping to catch you attention.
Makes him melt when you don't care about his untraditional omega behavior. In fact, as someone not of this world you didn't even care about secondary genders. You just saw people and you saw Diluc as strong and reliable, not caring if it wasn't very omega of him to provide for you, to offer a place in his territory.
It makes him even more sure you were the right mate. Now he just has to get your attention and bat away all the other omegas who were coming out of the woodwork.
Still a beauty of an omega. Despite how much he acts and presents, his hair is soft and fluffy, face still holding omega softness, round doe-eyes, and scent like dark decadent chocolate and grapes. Gulps whenever your close and towers over him, your scent mixing with his makes his head spin.
His future heats will definitely be spent trying and failing not to think of you. He usually has more control but as always, when your involved, it doesn't last long. Its afterwards that he commits to the idea of inviting you for dinner.
Kaeya
This man uses his omega side to his advantage. Gets all the Alphas and Betas to do as he wants with a secret smile. Before they know it, they've already done his work for him.
Knew early on he could just trick people with his flowery scent and a few submissive turns of his neck. Isn't ashamed of doing so. Not his fault people hold biases and have little restraint when it comes to a pretty omega in need.
People who know him well enough know not to underestimate him. He was still Calvary Captain after all. He had their respect by being capable and wasn't afraid to order them around. Just another point for a progressive city of wind.
He was still wonderful with kids and number one grandson to all the elderly people. Not so untraditional compared to certain other omegas. But don't be fooled, he's very much guarded and averse to genuine vulnerability. While he acts like a delicate omega he's never let his guard down.
Until a new brazen alpha waltzed into the city and fought off a dragon in aeriel battle. As soon as you glided down into the plaza he was assaulted by such a strong scent it made him pause in surprise. Ignoring his inner omega purring he was even more suspicious of your arrival.
The whole time he was studying you and your intentions. To back up your dominating pheromones, you were a skilled fighter and possessed powers no one had. He didn't trust your offer to help until time had past, here you were still running around doing errands for people, errands that cocky Alphas would disdain like babysitting and cooking food. As a legendary hero this should be below you but the fame hardly registers for you.
You were a classic heroic Alpha of anyone's dreams but you never think of secondary genders or abuse your scent. He was good at reading people, so he knew you were sincere and he couldn't help but feel something as you looked him in the eye without any care about being an omega. Traditions and cultural expectations weren't a thing for you and he was a lot more appreciative for it. He liked spending time around you from then.
Your obliviousness to secondary genders just makes him act even harder as an omega, trying to get through that attitude of yours. He welcomed a challenge. But some part of him was rather sincere in his attempts, knowing you were the perfect mate. So when you compliment him back he stutters and blushes.
What's worse is that his omega side comes out more often when you do things. Your playing with Klee? Suddenly has baby fever and wants you to take responsibility. Offer him a room in your teapot mansion? If you listen close enough he's purring like an engine, pleased his not Alpha was providing for him.
His heat was tolerable at best before. Now it was a bit unbearable with knowledge of your very helpful nature. His mind goes wild with fantasies of you arriving and taking care of him. He's very touched starved, so a simple touch from you short circuits him. If you ever gift him with anything, he'll guiltily hold it close to him as he waits for his heat to pass.
Childe
Untraditional omega no.2 and no one denies it. He never conforms to his secondary gender. Fighting and getting stronger is the only thing he focuses on. Alphas are too scared to approach him much less Omegas. He doesn't care, their all weak. Why would he need to pay attention to what they think?
If anyone is surprised he was a Harbringer and an omega, they won't say anything out of fear. It didn't take long for him to strike fear in their hearts that whatever comments they make even in private, disappear. Never thinks about his omega sides or needs unless they involve his family, like Teucer.
Speaking of, his family is supportive of his ambitions but they wonder how he'll ever find a mate. Meanwhile Childe has a one hard rule, if they couldn't beat him in a fight, they weren't potential mates!
So that's when you come in. He immediately wanted to fight you once he caught whiff of your scent. He was intrigued after hearing La Signoras reports but meeting you in person made him sure you were cut above the rest. Your scent and presence dominated every Alpha in proximity. Clearly, you were powerful.
Then came your fight in the Golden Chamber. While he made his escape after you defeated his Foul Legacy, he was pleased having found a worthy mate. In his eyes there was no one else suitable. Which is why he was quick to ask for weekly spars, while he worked to beat you his long silenced omega side was purring in your presence.
The way you helped a lost Teucer back to him only made it worse. Being good with kids, especially his siblings, was an immediate green flag for him. He loved your dedication to your family and your power as a fighter. It starts with him butting in your life whenever your were nearby. You've agreed on a truce but you never let your guard down in front of him. Something he took as a challenge.
Expect lots of gifts. From thoughtfully handmade crafts to expensive jewelry. They all have his scent on them. It was an obvious intention of courting but you had no clue for courting rituals and you never imagined a person like him trying to find a mate. He'll treat you to whatever meal you want, pleased you don't care that an omega was providing for you.
Gets a lot of letters from his family about you. They were happy he found a potential mate who didn't care for his 'quirks' and heard plenty of good things from Teucer. If he sees you playing and taking care of his little brother, prepared to almost be pounced on.
His heats are always spent fighting, letting out his arousal and need to produce through violence. It tires him out by the end that he just sleeps through it. Now he dreams of you losing your cool during a sparring match with him and finally pinning him down, taking your prize.
Zhongli
Liyue was one of the nations like Mondstadt who never oppressed their omegas or expected them to be weak. Omegas in positions of power were common sight. All because their own Archon was an omega. Even with Rex Lapis gone, omegas were still considered equals.
Zhongli was another one who appeared like an Alpha, but people would be mistaken to know he was an omega. Despite being old fashioned, he was still wise and strong, ignoring every Alpha and Beta suitor that took interest in him. Either out of ignorance for modern ways of flirtation or disinterest.
His entire life had been dedicated to looking after Liyue, now in his retirement he gets to enjoy a mortal life. That includes dealing with secondary genders. It never occurred to him that he could find a potential mate. After centuries of being around, the thought never seemed possible.
Of course, a traveler comes to prove him wrong. Seeing you enter the restaurant he was hit with a scent stronger than his own. It was different to anything he'd experience, but as an outlander it made sense. He kept his eye on you the whole time. Watching how you moved, how you sat, listening to the rare times you spoke. One could understand a lot of things about a person from their scent and mannerisms.
Spending more time with you preparing for the Right of Parting, he kept finding himself pleased. You kept proving yourself a potential mate. He was very subtle in his flirtations. Adjusting his collar to show more of his neck, taking your lead, and complimenting your scent. Acting more impish the longer he was with you, he simply wanted your time and attention.
Not satisfied with anything less than full courtship, centuries made him want a committed mate. When your alone in his office, he would shed his coat and fiddle with his gloves to show more skin. He wants your attention on him and will be pleased if you stare at his retreating form.
Intercepts Childe whenever he tries to bother you. It was crude how obvious the ginger was in getting your attention. A scented scarf as a gift this early? Scandalous. God forbid Barbatos tries anything. He's not one to engage in omega hissing contests over a mate, but Venti gets on his nerves more than Hu Tao.
His heats are nothing new to him. Spending centuries just isolated and waiting for it to pass. Nowadays he has something of you that comforts him in his nest and thoughts of your making his heat stronger. He feels ashamed for acting so lustful but being part dragon has him more in tune with his instincts.
It won't take long for him to imagine having his belly swollen, little ones running around. Something he never thought he would want was suddenly at the front of his mind. He wouldn't mind you barging in on him during his heats.
He knows he's an attractive omega. You thought you were being discreet eyeing his waist and chest. An ideal body for child bearing. Even if you weren't from this world or used to omegas, some part of you definitely liked his scent and appearance. He won't hesitate to use that.
Note: We need more omega genshin characters content.
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meguminne · 10 months
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a harbinger’s love , àż àż”*:
their immense loyalty and love are second to none for the tsaritsa, including his. how unfortunate, ( for you. ) pantalone x reader presented by meguminne. [june 29, 2023]
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loving a harbinger has never been easy, nor has anyone claimed it to be that. you know about their underhanded tactics and unshakable resolve to serve the tsaritsa, but there was something — or rather someone — that drew you closer towards the fatui.
it wasn’t his incredibly dashing good looks ( though you can argue it was a contributing factor ) nor his outstanding wealth that you think could rival the qixing’s, but it was his gentlest of smile and touch directed towards you, and only you.
what makes you special? you wonder.
he has an ulterior motive, he can’t possibly have one when you’re just you.
he sees some use out of you, that can’t be practical since you’re an average civilian.
you must remind him of someone else, you can’t prove that thought right or wrong. truth be told, despite the countless of hours and minutes you’ve spent with this man, you could never understand nor even grasp what’s brewing in his mind. you barely know him but you feel like he’s everything to you.
“darling?” gloved hands reach out to touch your hand, the rich snezhnayan fabric did little to muffle his frigid touch. as someone who's so warm towards you, you do find him rather cold; even in warmer climates. as though he was still distant despite how he acts. — “are you alright?” his voice is like honey, sweet and far too alluring to even consider the fact he was being deceitful with his worry.
“i’m fine, my love.” you smile in return, holding onto his hand, interlocking your fingers together with his.
“do not be like that, i can tell something’s bothering you.” he laughs in return; squeezing your hand softly and the sting of the cold metals around his fingers slightly burn your skin.
‘is there a reason why you love me?’ you let those words die on your lips as letting them slip might just ruin everything, destroy the illusion of a perfect life he has built for you. — you’re only ruining it with your constant worrying, why not just accept it as it is and not think about it?
no, no, you cannot just accept it! it has been two years and seven months since he first proclaimed his love for you after visiting your humble shop again and again, it has been a year and six months since you moved into his luxurious mansion and it has been only seven months since the world came to know you as the regrator’s wife. — and despite all the time that has passed, you still haven’t figured out why on earth he’s so in-love with you! there must be a reason, it cannot be chalked up to mere love at first sight.
you were swept away by his allure, his handsome face; his elegant disposition and the way he treats you and you were drunken with his love yet whenever you sober up, you can’t help but wonder. a torturous cycle of highs and lows! you can’t help but think you will be used as a sacrificial pawn in this game of chess the fatui is playing with the rest of the world!
“the fair lady’s death has me a bit shaken up,” you lie through your teeth; as someone who is married to one of the fatui’s higher-up’s, you’ve grown fluent in deceit as well. “that traveler proves to be a threat towards your goal.”
“our goal,” he says softly. “but you are correct, i must admit that that outlander’s meddling has thwarted our original plans but fear not, signora’s death was a necessary sacrifice towards teyvat’s better future.”
you nod, “of course. i have no doubt that the fatui will turn out to be victorious, not a single shadow of doubt. i am simply worried for your wellbeing, please be careful my love.” — despite what it seems, you truly do care about his wellbeing, for even though you doubt his intentions with loving you is pure, you can admit that you have fallen for the harbinger.
the regrator chuckles, amused at your concern, as he leans in to press a soft chaste kiss by the corner of your lips, “you worry enough for the both of us, fear not. i’ll be alright, i have a wife to return to, after all.”
it does little to ease your worries, his smile was stasis on his face and you can’t tell what he was planning or even thinking but the reflection of your figure in his lenses makes you think that it involved you.
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valen-nidk · 2 years
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haha what if Scaramouche x Harbinger!Reader who have a rivalry going on, they are both strong though Reader leans more on the "use your enemy's shortcomings and strength against themselves".
â–Ș Still, they are both stubborn and awful, so bad, poor with words, what's a sentence if you must that when one gets terribly injured, it's Reader calling him an absolute careless moron while tenderly treating him or Scaramouche himself telling Reader that if they want to die so desperately they should seek him instead of launching themselves to weaklings but he looks worried, dark eyes studying Reader's body looking for something he could have overlooked.
â–Ș A slow burn that goes from (playful) enemies to (awkward) friends to (protective) lovers.
â–Ș Turning into friends being a weird stage in which Reader takes a deep breath and tells Scaramouche to shut it, they are thinking a way to properly convey what they want to say and not be a dipshit or sound offensive. Scaramouche who is still mediocre at best with words but tends to hold onto Reader's sleeve or rest his forehead on Reader's shoulder when exhausted.
â–Ș Oh but love? They are both in utmost denial.
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fearingthefearsome · 8 months
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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖘' 𝕼𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙 ( 𝕯𝖎𝖑𝖚𝖈 𝖝 đ•œđ–Šđ–†đ–‰đ–Šđ–— )
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Hi đ“­đ“»đ“Čđ“Żđ“œđ“źđ“»đ“Œ, Lots of things have come up, mainly a fwe issues and currently I haven't been on the right state of mind. It's been hard, I am very close to giving up but my friends have been a great help and have been supporting me alongside my fanfics- hehe.
In case you've all also gone through something hard, rough or something that you feel so close to giving up. I give you a simple comfort I can write in these trying and rough times.
Don't lose hope... fanfic below the divider..
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It hurt
 a lot. 
One moment you’re fine and shit just hits the fan the moment you let your guard down. 
Sat near the far side of Wolvendom, you sat there curled up. Hiding away from the gazes, the noises, the problems, the world.
Sniffling, you quickly rub away the tears that roll down your cheeks. Your eyes feel like they're burning from the lava of rage and anger you feel towards yourself. You try to regain your breath but nothing can ease the pain your heart that just throbs full of that pain. You can’t control yourself at this point. Nothing can stop you now, protectded, guarded and so safe from that space people had invaded. 
You’re sniffles turn into sobs. And those sobs just end up not stopping. Tears just uncontrollable at this point as you sob and sob your anger out until it just hurts to breath. You think to yourself just how far you’ve fallen this week, this month this entire time you think to yourself. 
‘fuck, fuck-‘ 
“fuck.” 
Your labored breaths are ragged and full. Snot just fills you nostrils and clogged your senses the way regret just has your hands fisting the grassy fields. 
‘Why didn’t you keep your mouth shut, why didn't you just stay quiet. Didn’t you promise yourself that you wouldn’t cause trouble. Why didn’t you follow her advice and just kept your mouth shut. Don’t you know how much you’ve affected everyone. Everyone’ll hate you now because of-‘ 
“Single damn mistake.” You snarled out in fury. Hands in your hair, tugging, pulling and raging between the tears in your eyes and the anger that just consumed you. You don’t know how much rage built within you that almost burst with your blood pressure. You ground your teeth till your jaws are numb. And it's like the Archons had ditched you, summoned all their powers and humiliated you with the most obvious signs to mankind. You really couldn’t help yourself as the group dragged you in the mud, verbally assaulted you and called you a shitty irresponsible hoe like it was some kind of compliment. You really didn’t want to resort to violence, but the vision pendant on your glowed with ferocious emotions and energy that you yourself couldn’t contain any longer. Screeching in ultimate fury, the loudest cry that had the nearby wolves howling alongside your madness. Before it cracked. 
Your resolve just cracked until it was just utter defeat and regretful sobs. It hurts so damn much. Nothing could really describe it in words, only actions that had the forest silent as you sobbed and sobbed like no tomorrow. Like a child, like that DAMN CHILD. 
It was like a dam, a waterfall, an island that just caved beneath your feet. The ground collapses and leaves you scrambling to grieve over the scattered pieces. As they watched on, as those bastards- watched on with blurred faces. Almost unseeing their expressions as they mock you,, laugh at you, scold you, torture you with the most disgusting glee in their faces. If only it wasn’t like this. If only I had kept my mouth shut. If OnlY i kePT mY MoU-
“Y/n?”
You suck in your breath like it was worth saving. It wasn’t. Your trembling figure ceased to make any movements or sound as someone- someone was here. You can remember faces, you can remember voices, you can remember him like the back of your hand. Yet-
Why is Diluc here?
Wolvendom was right beside Dawn Winery but it was almost unnecessary for Dilluc to be deeper into the wolves territory. It was rare and even like stumbling into a flower patch and a random chest pops out. 
“I can hear your thoughts from here.” 
Silence is different from each other. One is tense when one is hiding, one is worried when one is seeking. Then you hear his voice once more, deep and gruff but always tinted with worry and comfort that melts you, that tears down your walls and leaves you so raw to the world.  
“Y/n.”
You don’t even register it until you’re face to face again with your companion’s handsome face. The tremors you try to withhold just end up spreading like a disease. And its humiliating and embarrassing, your face tucked in his neck you cried until your throat was sore from overuse. Sobbing and gagging as it all became too much, emotions got too much to the point even you were wondering how you ended up here. Swimming through your thoughts, memories, the entirety of your mind drowned you until your last breath was left. 
Diluc merely holds you as you faint. Gloves off and coat still itching to be taken off and wrapped around you on a cold night. An internal turmoil ends with him choosing to hold you with his hands running its path through your hair. He gazes at you, the tear tracks, the gaunt look, the paleness, he soaks it up until he musters up the courage to press that chaste kiss on your forehead. 
“I’m here, Y/n.” 
He says like a promise, “I promise,” and it is.
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paimonial-rage · 2 years
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woes of bookkeeping - zhongli
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synopsis: in which the reader tries to argue contracts with the god of contracts
ship: none other than reader’s hatred for zhongli
notes: based on zhongli’s character tale. also, the author knows nothing of chinese bookkeeping, only usa bookkeeping
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This is you—Bookkeeper at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. No one of importance (lol).
This gentleman before you is the most knowledgeable consultant, Mr. Zhongli.
He is well liked by many people that work for the Parlor. The ferrylady describes him as an "amazing" and "generous" person. However, after coming to know him over the past few weeks, you feel these words do not capture him well.
"Ah yes, those specimens bought a few days ago? They were of rare and high quality. The glaze work on the vases are unique to a period over a thousand years old. I presume they were works of the famed master artisan Fangji."
Yes, if you had to describe Mr. Zhongli in one word, it'd be...
"It would have been a shame not to purchase them."
... a parasite.
More specifically, bourgeois parasite whose only utility lied in providing quaint pieces of trivia on demand. However, if draining the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's bank account was a legitimate duty, you could fully say he'd be doing an amazing job.
You often questioned the necessity of his position to the director. After all, ignoring Rex Lapis, when was the last time an adeptus passed? Most of the clients barely required any hint of in depth knowledge to fulfill their clan's funeral rites! However, the director, being young as she is, waved you off in favor of bothering the Liyue Adventurers' Guild for the fifth time this month.
But this was it. You prepared for this moment. After arguing with Mr. Zhongli for weeks, you finally figured out how to pin him down. He seemed to favor tradition and appreciate the rich history of Liyue. He wouldn't be able to refute anything you say!
"Did you know, Mr. Zhongli? When one becomes a citizen of Liyue, they enter into a contract with it. In exchange for living here, the are bound to the laws of Liyue. These are the terms of the contract, you see. And of the many laws, there are quite a few that deal with the exchange of mora. Business transactions must deal with business matters, not personal. This is because this directly affects the tax a business owes. To categorize a personal transaction as a business one would be breaking the law and thus the terms of the contract. Do you see where I am going here?"
You were on a roll. He had nowhere to run. Now you all that was left was the finishing blow.
"I am often asked to conceal these expenses, ah, I mean your expenses, in the accounts. But seeing that Liyue Harbor is the City of Contracts and I am still loyal to our deceased God of Contracts, I'm sure you understand why this puts me in a difficult position."
"Yes, I suppose so."
Even though you wanted to smack that sheepish smile off his face, you couldn't help but feel a bit shocked he agreed with you. Usually he'd slithering his way out.
"It simply is not right to purchase these items on the Parlor's account, wouldn't you agree? They are not being used for funerals, so I am sure your personal funds would be more suitable."
And just like that, his pose shifted and expression changed.
Oh no.
He took the liberty to pause in thought with the grace and humor of a parent dealing with a toddler's tantrum.
Oh no.
"I understand where you are coming from, Honorable Bookkeeper, but if we are to go by your words, if the items are being used for parlor purposes, they would be considered parlor expenses, wouldn't you agree?"
Where was he going with this...?
"Yes, that would be the case, but–"
"And if they are parlor expenses, it would only make sense to use the parlor's funds, yes?"
"Yes, but we both know that–"
"Then there is nothing you need to worry about. The terms of the contract you are concerned with have not and will not be broken."
Your fists shook as you spluttered in outrage.
"Wh-What are you talking about? They are clearly personal expenses! How could they not be!?"
Oh, the look on his face. You could see it from the twinkle in his eye. He found you amusing.
"Ah, perhaps you have not been told, but the contract I have with the previous director includes purchasing supplies for future jobs. All the items I have purchased with Parlor funds have fallen under such category."
No. No no no no no, you weren't going to lose now. You weren't going to let him slip away again!
"B-But upon the appointment of the new director, such a contract would have been nullified--"
"Director Hu decided to inherit it."
You wanted to scream. The two people that spent the most Parlor funds were also the two that had the least amount of brain cells among the employees. Was this why the previous bookkeeper left after a month?
But...
You could talk sense into Director Hu, right? Sure, she never listened before, but if you showed her the state of the accounts and gave your recommendations, she would certainly hear you out, right??? You will have to get on her.
"I will have to talk to Director Hu about this matter."
Maybe if you're lucky, you'll be able to finish everything before reports are due next week–
"Ahh..."
Oh archons no. Whenever he made that pained face, nothing good ever came out of it.
"About that... I heard a few have recommended she alter the terms of the contract in the past, but she turned them down every time."
Oh.
"It will also be a bit before you can meet with her. She left on a business trip this morning and will not be returning for three weeks time."
Oh.
So that's how it was going to be. You got it. You understood. You were abandoned by the gods, weren't you?
You laughed ever so softly as your eyes welled with tears.
"!!!!!"
"A-Ah, don't worry too much about it. She'll be back soon. How about I treat you to lunch...?"
"... I think I'm going to quit."
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elvestoneanzelote1 · 5 months
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Hello! I saw your Albedo/Zhongli reader on wattpad and honestly love it
I like to request Albedo/Zhongli reader doing a little experiment then accidently creating a random girl that end of becoming reader assistant. (I'm going to mix Sucrose, Hu Tao, and Stelle for this one) I like to imagine that the girl is very quiet and shy but secretly very mischievous to anyone and can be snarky if she want, but also more open, calm, and, puppy like toward reader. Since reader create her, she likely more clingy and protective toward reader plus there a chance she'll have a weird humor and obsession with random things. (Stelle trashcan behavior) I was thinking that, reader trying to hide how the girl got here by saying that she lost her memory and he find her unconscious so that she don't get weird stuff from Mori, but that up to you if you want to change it. Also, Chuuya probably jealous of her and maybe Dazai if he find out about her existence, Since she the assistant which mean She gonna work closely with reader himself.
Bonus,this isn't another request but a question. Will Albedo/Zhongli reader interact with other character such as Verlaine in your book?
𝙰:𝚗- 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚱𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝! 𝚂𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚱 𝙾 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚱... đ™”đš˜đš› 𝚍𝚊𝚱𝚜? ,𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚱𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚱 𝚒𝚝!
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙾 𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎... 𝙮𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚱..
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First thing, You were just busy doing some experiments and more likely to indulge yourself from boredom.
Until you accidentally hit one of your potions in alarmed by someone knocking at your door.
"Who is it?" You asked while picking up the glass which contained the potion... But it eventually emptied into another glass potion mixing it.
"L/n-sensei, Boss has requested you to look through this report," said a familiar voice making you recognized who may it be.
Your eyes flickered on the potion the at the door.
'Nothing will happen if I go out a bit to check the reports I hope..' You thought to yourself and left.
As the bubbles filled up the glass tube making it crack in just some few minutes.
"Huh? What was that?"
"L/n-sensei?" Chuuya called out to you as you shook your head slightly and smile.
"It is nothing... Nakahara please continue"
"Well... As I was saying the-"
You heard another crack making you glance back at your door and then at Chuuya who was very much confused by your off-minded attention.
"Sensei?"
"Nakahara, will it be better if we skip the report for the next day?"
"Huh? But... The boss wanted to..." He paused as his eyes narrowed in doubt, 'was my Voice not clear? Or did I mispronounce some words I should have practiced 10 times more again' thought Chuuya while he gaze down at the floor with a frown.
"It is not about the reports or your words but... I still have some work left"
"...is it? Another research...? Perhaps I can help sensei?" Asked Chuuya curiously as you shook your head.
"Give the report after an hour or two" you said and went inside the office alarming Chuuya as he heard the lock.
'Sensei doesn't often lock his office doors... Is it really urgent Experiment...?'
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"So... Your telling me you found her?" Asked Mori as you nod, as Su Hu (mixture of sucrose and hutao) peek a bit shyly.
"Oh... What's your name?" Asked Mori to Su Hu who looks to be around 20.
"Are you sure you just didn't scooped your girlfriend?" Asked Mori with a stiffened smile as you shook your head.
Su Hu blushed and pouted a bit when you denied it and tugged your coat.
"Master Y/n! Are we going to have another experimentation?"
"Another?"
"I took her under my... Wings she will be... My..."
"I'm his student and assistant!" Said Su Hu smiling a bit as she waved slightly to Elise who just huffed away making Su Hu confused.
"A student? Oh you finally have the will to take a student now?"
"Master Y/n! Can we go and find some trash? I mean... Who knows we may find something valuable"
"T-trash?" Mori said with a frown as you shook your head making Su Hu pout.
"We can go burry people"
"Really! Is it already Saturday!? I always wanted to do it!"
"Sat... Wait... How long has she been with you?" Asked Mori as you pointed him two fingers.
"Two days?"
"No, Two weeks"
"Wh-where does she stays?"
"With me"
"..." Mori stares at you then at Su Hu who dragged you away with her as she mentioned about different styles of burying people.
Mori side glance at Elise who too was frowning.
"Elise-chan pinch me, Am I dreaming?"
"No, Rintarou Al-niisan truly found someone..."
"..."
"..."
"Call Kouyou immediately why was I not inform about this?"
The guard nods hesitantly With Mori still trying to comprehend what just happened.
'Does that mean, Y/n-kun will solely focus on his assistant? And how does she get to live with him! She is a girl firstly!'
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It was silent in the Meeting room with Chuuya looking back to Kouyou who had mouth agape.
"He barely invited me to his house for a tea break yet... he let a 20-year-old girl live with him? How did she se-i mean melt him for that?" Said Kouyou immediately correcting her words as Mori shrugged off with a serious face.
"The girl have been living with him for two weeks"
"T-two weeks?" Chuuya Half- Shouts as Kouyou shushed him.
"We can't let others know about it... Especially, Y/n I am shocked he... Was. Into younger girls.." Muttered Kouyou as Su Hu and you seem to have 6 years gap... This is normal as it is acceptable for males and females to have at least a 7-8 years gap and she is eligible... But it doesn't add up for them.
The chaos and drama occur when you start to tag her... Mode likely she clung to you almost every day, going to meetings as you didn't mind as she eventually became a good assistant for you.
The main problem was Akutagawa Ryounosuke who just glared at Su Hu who tried to tease him (you know Hutao and Xiao thing) but heck to say He was jealous as he respected you a lot (besides Dazai).
And the fact that even you are taken away by another person make him... Feel he is not good enough.
'Am I not... Strong or helpful for L/n-sensei?" Thought Ryounosuke to himself as he was annoyed By Su Hu's constant clinging to your side which he wished he could too.
Chuuya was the most annoyed in sort of way.
He won't admit but he is envious of Su Hu, as He assumes you won't take another student besides that Mackarel Dazai but now you kept one, and the fact she is just a replica of Dazai clinging onto you. The only difference was she was shy at first meeting people but when she thought it was fine she started to act exactly like Dazai.
'Does sensei... Missed Dazai... Or does he prefer people like them...' Thought Chuuya who constantly thinks you prefer the likes like Dazai.
Truth be told you made an error in your experiment and made Su Hu.
But since she is helpful and makes good tea you let her stay as you are curious about how a small mistake in an experiment creates a life.
Kouyou was unsure as she assumed that you and Su Hu were eventually a thing that she wouldn't admit but was slightly annoyed. I mean you are her partner in crime why didn't you tell her if you get a girlfriend and why... Her out of all people.
Kouyou finds Su Hu unbearable because of her reckless personality and her burying people and even gives Kouyou a coupon!
Su Hu assumes Kouyou to be older like hell! She is the same age as Y/n!.
She would rather prefer the coupon to be given to Mori.
Which indeed happened. Mori had a lot of 50% discount coffin offer by Su Hu.
It was annoying for him too. He even stopped Elise from attacking Su Hu because in his desire he really want to dismantle Su Hu.
Though he doesn't know why he felt that.
Just say Su Hu had a lot of enemies by just sticking with you but she doesn't mind as her sole purpose is you! Your her creator after all!
But...
Things went worse when Dazai found out oh, boy he was so angry and jealous.
He loves you a lot but... Has he been replaced by a student who is... having amnesia and even living with you? And became an assistant on your work, he was so pissed!
He wouldn't think that way against a girl, a lady to be precise but... The fact you smile at her, cook for her or you eat her meal made by her and every day see each other at work and at home!
Yes he is a changed man but he wouldn't mind murdering another person.
Fact to say... The agency was worried about Dazai crying dramatically on the corner.
None could move him.
Until they too found it out by some of them seeing you at work with a girl or going to a cafe with a girl.
Oh, boy things are messy for y/n just because of his mistake of making Su Hu.
The Port Mafia are already on the process to find anything about Su Hu to kick her out of your life or perhaps they can just murder her but... If they did you won't forgive them.
Which is something which they restraint the self to do so.
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A:n- that's all good day/night to all!
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fufuheheii · 2 years
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Tighnari’s Guide to Wooing You (Tips from Cyno)
Tighnari x female!reader 
WARNING: A straightforward suggestive moment in the end, but nothing graphic.
Tighnari didn’t know how it happened.
He never had high standards; all he asked for was someone who could hold intelligent talks with him and rile him up on new research topics. Maybe look a bit decent at least.
So why in Teyvat did his heart explode when he saw you running towards him covered in Sumpter Beast’s dung and clothes half ripped to shreds by archons know what?
Collie was busy reading romance novels about a fox boy and a white haired human boy when Tighnari barged in, making the girl jump in horror.
“M-master!” “Go call for Cyno please. This is an emergency.”
Cyno appeared in his half naked glory as usual, and gasped when he saw Tighnari sitting with his head in his hands. 
“Have you succumbed to the dark side of knowledge?” “I-what? No, this is about Y/N you lummox!”
After some tearful explanations, Cyno finally knew what was going on.
“Really? As in the Y/N that eats a poison mushroom at least once a day? The Y/N who wandered off to Liyue for three days without knowing?”
Tighnari sighed and nodded. “I just
was it her beautiful smile when she came over that captivated me? Or was it her sparkly eyes that caught me off guard?”
Cyno had to swallow back a ‘pfft’ at the tacky words the fennec boy was using. Oh how foolishly in love was he! Fear not, for Tighnari had asked for help from the right person.
Tighnari’s face paled when he saw Cyno take out a familiar book. “Oh you are not using that book-”
“Don’t worry about it, Tighnari. I’ve known Y/N much longer than you have after all. I know just the thing to get her to like you back.” “What? I’m not looking to get into a relati-”
And that was how Tighnari’s Guide to Wooing You was created.
Operation I: Date
You always loved the desert. Actually you loved it more than you loved the forest, but due not having a vision and no physical training you couldn’t go there often. 
So when Tighnari asked you to accompany him to the desert you were elated.
Tighnari on the other hand, was nervous. He bought an expensive and shady desert kit from a merchant that assured him the kit could ease his body while in the desert. The problem was, he never used it before.
When you two arrived at the desert, he knew for sure he was scammed.
“A-are you okay master? You look super sunburnt.” “Yeah! Don’t worry about me rookie, I can handle a little heat. Besides, this ultra sun-blocking sunscreen is guaranteed to make me sunproof!”
 Then he fainted away, his face planted into the sand.
You had to drag him all the way to Aaru Village to get help from Candace.
When Cyno arrived after getting distress calls from Candace, Tighnari used his last strength and kicked the boy off the village cliff.
Operation II: Intelligence Show Off
Who doesn’t love a smart man? Not you!
Okay, so Cyno didn’t know your exact ideal type, but he was aware that Tighnari’s popularity came mostly from his brains.
So it was planned that Tighnari would bring you to the library and culture you in all kinds of knowledge, and you’ll be super amazed that you’ll fall for him.
Unknown to the two boys however, you were in panic mode.
You knew Tighnari long enough to know the boy didn’t do things for no reason. He must have caught wind that you were barely passing your courses, and was going to embarrass you in front of your classmates in the library.
So when you two met up, you went full student-mode.
“Fungi monsters aren’t categorized by their attacks but by their genders right?” “What? No, that’s completely wrong. But anyways, I was thinking we could-” “Do math? I love the periodic table!”
The next three hours you were rushing through piles of research papers while Tighnari sat next to you, stunned at the speed you’re going at. 
Needless to say, nothing happened that day.
Operation III: Physical Contact
Tighnari was aware that you stared at his ears and tail very often. 
Many people do actually; there was a reason why the girls come by often to talk about ‘research’ while staring at his tail.
“It would be better if I just ask her to touch it,” Tighnari said, crossing his arms. Cyno shook his head. “That’s not going to work if you want to let her know you’re letting her touch it because she’s special.”
And so, Cyno conjured up the plan.
Tighnari would brush his tail against you many times, and you would definitely get riled up by it. He would then proceed to wrap his tail around you and bring his head down to your face level. You would have the incredible urge to touch his ears and Tighnari would kabedon you against a tree and confess his undying love to you. Then you kiss and then make babies.
“Make babies? Are you serious?” “You’re right, it’s better if the children didn’t have your ugly looks.”
And so, you and Tighnari walked down the forest to gather some resources.
Tighnari immediately sprung to action. His tail swished against you and much to his delight, you stiffened. 
“M-master your tail-” “Hm? What is it about my tail?” “...nothing!”
You were so red Tighnari found it adorable.
His tail started to wag so hard it smacked your butt. Twice.
Both of you froze, you flustered and him screaming internally in horror at what just happened.
“That was unintended, please excuse me,” Tighnari reached behind to grab his tail, but somehow his tail gained a mind of its own and started to swirl and curl and dodge his every grab. 
“What in Teyvat-,” he turned his upper body and his tail came back right at you and smacked your chest.
You yelped and Tighnari panicked. “Oh my goodness this is not what I intended at all!”
He turned so hard he tripped over a tree root and fell on top of you. 
Celestia must be trying to play pranks because Tighnari not only fell on top of you, but he fell with his face right into your chest.
As if the sand wasn’t bad enough, he had to land on the one place he didn’t expect to touch so soon.
Cyno was waiting for you guys, and when he saw your flustered face and an unhealthy amount of blood on Tighnari’s clothes that seemed to originate from his nose, he knew he needed to pray to the archons he could survive the deadly poison arrows that would soon fly his way.
Operation IV: Confess
“Oh Archons, this isn’t going to work,” the boy groaned as he paced around the empty Grand Bazaar. 
He and Cyno came to a mutual agreement after a series of misfortunes that it would be better for him to confess.
And so Cyno was tasked with bringing you here and Tighnari would confess right there.
He didn’t do enough to woo you, he was sure of it. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t try. 
Tighnari looked at the decorated stage nervously. Hopefully this isn’t too much.
He heard the doors open and four sets of footsteps could be heard- wait that meant four people came in.
He turned to see not only you and Cyno walking in, but also Collei and Dehya.
Cyno was mouthing words furiously and although Tighnari had no idea what he was trying to say, he already knew the plan failed.
“What’s this great thing Cyno said you wanted to show Y/N-,” Dehya stopped and looked around to see flowers everywhere. There was a huge poster with your face on it at the center of the stage, with words on it saying: “I LOVE YOU Y/N.”
All of them stayed silent before Dehya fell over, laughter erupting from her. “AHAHA what is this HAHAHA-”
Collei was tearing up silently. Her OTP had fallen.
You, on the other hand, were completely stunned.
Tighnari walked off before he could hear anything. He was heartbroken.
Final operation: You
You may not be as smart as Tighnari, but you were painfully aware of the events that happened in the past few days.
“Hey Y/N,” Cyno appeared at your meeting spot. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
He explained the whole situation to you, how he gave the best tips as Tighnari’s best friend but ultimately had bad luck along the way that caused everything to become..well, like this.
It was then you knew what to do.
You left the jackal boy there and stormed back to Gandarvha Ville.
“And take this medicine to him-,” he stopped when you barged in, your face red but determined.
Collei left and you went to stand before your master. 
“Master, I accept your confession.”
Before Tighnari could say anything you leaned in and kissed him. He tasted like mushrooms (you didn’t expect that he'd taste like sweet flowers or anything) and you liked it. 
When you pulled back you smiled at the fast swishes of Tighnari’s tail.
“I should’ve said something at the Grand Bazaar, master,” you looked into the dilated pupils. “I’ve liked you for so long I just didn’t think you would like me too.”
“It’s not master,” he breathed as he slowly leaned forward. “Call me baby.”
And for the next few nights the rangers had to cover their ears as you two made babies.
FFFFF ANOTHER BAD GUIDE
Sorry if Tighnari’s felt short, I couldn’t picture many funny moments with Tighnari since he seems a bit too smart to make mistakes Cyno did. Hoped you like Tighnari’s version, if you haven’t already check out Cyno’s Version of Wooing you!
P.S.: Scaramouche’s version in progress!
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emphasisondrvgs · 4 months
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I’m done with character x reader.
Ship reader x reader.
SHIP ME WITH MYSELF, PATHETIC BEINGS.
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astrophelstella · 2 years
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The Phoenix Soars Over Liyue
Genshin Liyue Character x Strong!God!Reader
Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, Baizhu
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Some angst
Another idea that had been floating around in my head. I wanted to do another one for the Liyue characters. SFW. Reader is the dominant one and in a position with a lot of power and experience. Not something commonly seen in a lot of reader fics. First time writing for these characters, sorry if it seems OOC. I did my best. Warning: I'm a Zhongli simp
Monstadt ver.
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You as the reader are known as an Adeptus in Liyue. One of it's most well known. The Phoenix. Though, it's much more complicated than that. You were originally from Natlan. The nation of Pyro. When the Archon War began and gods started battling over territory and power, you decided to leave. You were a phoenix, the last of its kind. A creature that continues to reincarnate after their flames dies out only to return brighter than ever. This made you a dangerous competitor in everyone's eyes. But you were also a creature of healing, peace and harmony. Perhaps this was why you were the last of your kind, the ongoing violence prompting your kin to leave this plane of existence. But that was the past. You fled your home, not really having people to worship you (though tales speak of the Murata people's red hair being a connection to you). Then the scorched lands of Natlan turned lush and green as you fly, with tall mountain peaks perfect for a bird of legend like you. This was Liyue.
Of course, before you could build your nest and settle down in this new land you had its inhabitants to deal with. Most of the Illuminated beasts were wary of you but left you alone otherwise. It was fine until this bratty god came along. At least, he was a brat in your eyes. A war god. You thought you had seen the last of those. Despite your attempts at diplomacy, his head was stubborn as stone. A fight ensued and while he thought he had defeated you, he was shocked to see you reform again. This time even stronger. The fight was only stopped by another god, this one much more pleasant and agreeable, who lectured the one that attacked you. She turned to you and had a proper introduction. In the end, if you wanted to stay in Liyue you had to make a contract. Promising to come to its aid and protect the land from dangers. You wanted to escape fighting but at least this was fighting to protect something. From then you made a great friend in the kind god, 'Guizhong' was her name. Not so much with 'Morax' but you had all the time in the world to build some trust.
Fast forward thousands of years later and you were now wandering through Liyue Harbor, on its rooftops. You were a common sight in Liyue. The Phoenix was the friendliest to humans, not necessarily running things but being a warm presence with lots of wisdom to share. You made a point not to interfere, knowing it was best mortals learned on their own. People still admired the sight of you. Taller than most mortals, glowing eyes like fire, the beautiful gold and red markings on your skin and the vibrant exotic clothes you wear. While you found a home in Liyue, you still retained some of Natlan's clothing style. You were as mesmerizing as you were dangerous. Moving atop rooftops elegantly, barefoot. The light jingle of your jewelry the only sound you made.
When you were not in Liyue, you simply napped in the wilds. Your peers saw you as lazy. All this power condensed into a slothful being. You shrugged it off, they aren't the ones who have to reincarnate every so often. Plus, you were practically retired. All that fighting, you just wanted to spend your time being idle. So you let a lot of things go, like decorum. If only people were more lax like you, and not sticking their nose up at other people. It was a much more fulfilling existence. Still, no beings were willing to cross you.
Despite everything you lived a rather solitary life. With a few exceptions...
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Xiao
"Y/N are you still napping? Hn, you can't just..."
He had a lot of respect for you. Being older and stronger than him, he spent a good chunk of his immortal existence watching you fight. People called you lazy but he remembered back in the day were you left battlefields covered in blood, all your enemies defeated on the ground.
You would not only help the Yakshas in training and combat, but took care of injuries. Your flames didn't just burn things, they could heal too. Whatever wounds he had were gone as he felt your fire graze his skin. He would shiver, feeling warmth instead of scorching hot. You were truly a being of life.
A favorite hobby of your was to nap anywhere in the wild. Even the strangest of places. It made you hard to find. Not for Xiao. Whenever he wasn't protecting Liyue, he would go out and find you. You've woken up many times to Xiao standing over you.
It was cute, how he followed you around. It was like a feral cat bonding with someone after being fed and trailing after them. You convinced him to rest and value the more mundane things in life.
With memories of being consumed by darkness, he appreciated your bright flames. A source of warmth and light. He was drawn in like a moth, uncaring if it could burn him in the end.
Verr Goldet was familiar with you. There was a room in Wangshu Inn that was basically the attic and yours since it had the fluffiest bed paired with the best view. It was also easy for Xiao to enter through the window and hang around atop the rafters.
There were many nights were he would come back from patrol, still buzzing from combat. As soon as he was in your room, his muscles would relax and he'd feel a little bit at peace. You would tend to his wounds, large hands brushing against his skin along with your beautiful flames washing away the worst of the karmic debt.
With him being so short, he barely reached your waist. The size gap was enormous. He'd turn red you backed him to a wall because his face was right next to-
He'd fluster whenever you beckoned him to sleep next to you. But you didn't know anyone else who would nap with you. You were the best cuddle buddy, being a source of warmth and a large frame that could make anyone feel safe being encased in.
You would sometimes be in your Phoenix form and Xiao in his Adeptus form as you cuddle in your nest. Your next consisting of the fluffiest of blankets, pillows and mattresses along with a few shiny trinkets you would pick up and bring home (you were a bird after all).
Your large wing would be covering him as he had the most peaceful sleep in a long time.
"The nightmares-" he began.
"Won't come near. Not when I'm around Xiao. Sleep." He slept close to you, curled in a fetal position. For the first time in many years, not a single nightmare troubled his sleep.
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Zhongli
"I've been waiting for you. Liyue Harbor seems more tranquil this morning. Oh, here, your tea. Just how you like it."
Now there's a lot of history here. He was the first person you actually met since arriving to Liyue. That encounter seemed like lifetime ago. Many things had changed. Including your relationship.
While you didn't get along at first, Guizhong was your common friend. When she was gone, you mourned with him. From then, there was a quiet understanding that you would watch out for each other and honor her memory. It helped he grew out of his more stubborn thinking (for the most part).
He sought out your companionship. Centuries fighting by his side built a trust stronger than the earth itself. Internally, worried he'd lose another. He didn't want it to be you. Not after everything. Tales grew in Liyue about the Dragon and the Phoenix. Eternal companions.
During quiet times he grew melancholic because he couldn't remember her face, you drew him to your side and described her the best you could. When you fell into periods of weakness just before reincarnating, he refused to leave your side. He hated seeing you like that, snuffed out of your flame but he consoled himself knowing you always bounced back.
Other times he'd seek you out when he had troubles leading a mortal life. Despite being a bit older than him, you actually kept up with the times. Like when Childe fed him his special dish, a weird seafood bowl that had tentacles sticking out of it. Zhongli getting terrible flashbacks took one bite, then up and ran to you.
You rubbed his back as he washed out his mouth with water. You made sure to serve him some traditional food later and wash his clothes so it didn't retain the scent of seafood.
Still being new to having a mortal body, he forgot certain necessities. Like eating. He never needed to do it consistently before until his stomach made an unusual noise. He placed a hand on it, confused. Adorable, you thought and reminded him he needed food.
Sometimes he'd skip meals, having work to do at the funeral parlor. You disliked such a habit and would shove food to his face, chopsticks close to his mouth. It confused him why you feeding him made him feel strange but not unwelcome. He would always keep a special pair of chopsticks with him, the one with the dragon and phoenix on it. Funny what mortals come up with. (Liyue citizens be shipping hardcore)
Oh? He bought his own home in Liyue to better assimilate his mortal life? Is there a bed? You're already asleep on it. Zhongli took one step in and saw your large form snoring in his room. He hadn't even told you where he moved in.
Honestly he wasn't surprised, you lazy bird. (Some part of him already knew. It was why he subconsciously picked the largest bed, even if it put a dent on his funds.) You were staying at his home more and more until the neighbors actually thought you were both married.
He tried to explain it to them but his face grew warmer as the neighbors gushed how devoted you seem coming home everyday before dinner with groceries. You two were the couple. To his surprise you laughed (in your human disguise) and didn't correct them, only wrapping a hand around his waist to pull him closer.
This misunderstanding seems to have extended to the rest of Liyue Harbor. He doesn't know how until his boss explained it like it was obvious. What were the locals supposed to think when they see you with a hand on the mysterious funeral consultant's shoulder or lower back, taking long walks around Liyue. He would be his usual self and trying to buy things he didn't have the money for but you pay for it anyways without thinking.
Eventually, it happened so much that merchants and shop owners would turn to you automatically after Zhongli made a purchase so you could hand out the money. In restaurants they knew to give you the check. Some people were jealous how much you pampered him. (A lot of breakups and divorces happened as people's standards rose.)
HuTao made fun of him for having a sugar daddy/mommy but told him not to mess up the relationship because it meant less funds missing from the funeral parlor.
The next time you two went on a walk he was now now more hyper aware of the large, warm hand pressed on his lower back. It felt natural when you first did it but now he wondered what this could mean. Or maybe it was a long time coming.
"Y/N care to make a contract with me?" He asked, there was something different about his expression. He seemed unsure. You were both watching the sunset over Liyue Harbor. In the distance you could hear a storyteller weave a tale about the arrival of the Phoenix to Liyue.
"Oh, what would that entail?"
"After I give up my gnosis, after I retire as an Archon... stay by my side, forever, until the end."
A pause. "We don't need a contract for that." You pulled him closer until he could feel your breath. After all, the Phoenix knew they would spend every reincarnation with their precious dragon.
In the distance, you hear the storyteller finish the story with "... the Phoenix soars over Liyue Harbor and sees a cor lapis born from the earth. It was so radiant and enchanting the sun that was its heart grew captivated. They vowed to stay in Liyue for as long as the cor lapis was theirs."
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Baizhu
Its a wonder how the two of you could have met. A mortal healer and an immortal phoenix. The answer was: Qiqi
You were being your lazy self and napping in the wilds when a zombie child approached you. She was looking for herbs but got distracted when she saw you, in your vibrant clothes and shiny jewelry just laying across a bed of flowers. You recognized the the child, remembering the Yakshas' remorse. Still, you were in the middle of soaking up a sunbeam and tried to shoo her away.
This kept happening as the days went by. Until she ran into some treasure hoarders. You, admittedly, had started keeping an eye out for her even as you 'napped'. Before they could even lay a hand on her, your warning came in the form of a flaming tornado. In the end, the scum were sent running and you told the child to be more careful as you walked her back home, her tiny hand grasping your pants so she doesn't wander.
Reaching the pharmacy, the herbalist manning the desk greeted Qiqi with a smile until he paled at the sight of you. He immediately bowed. You waved it off, looking around curiously. You had never been in a place of healing. Mortal medicine was never concern being gifted with innate healing abilities. Then a voice called out, asking about the commotion.
You watched as one of the prettiest mortals you've ever seen walked in. Qiqi let go of your pants to stay near him. He seemed happy to see her until he saw you. Qiqi told him what happened earlier. His usual charisma returned to him and he thanked you for keeping his precious Qiqi safe. You didn't ask for anything in return but wanted to stick around and learn about the place and him. Mortal medicine had peaked your interest.
The following days Baizhu had you sometimes looking over his shoulder. You weren't obnoxious or interrupted his work but you were always there, learning about herbs and watching medicine being made. It's not like he could tell a powerful Adeptus to leave, especially when they weren't doing anything. Plus, you attracted customers.
But sometimes he wondered if your eyes were really on the medicine when he felt someone watching him intently. He'd look to you but you were already chatting with the herbalist. Changsheng would tease, seeing him hesitate around you. To prove her wrong he offered to show you in person how he healed people. That snake was already on your side, after you heaped compliments on them during your first meeting.
Now your closer. It was probably due to your biology but standing next to you felt like being next to a fireplace. He wasn't one to get flustered so easily, coyly asking if you understood what he demonstrated. You had been leaning forward to focus on it, his face a bit too close to your ear. Your eyes would glint a golden light meeting his and he'd shiver at the look. The serpent met its match.
Besides the thick tension between you two, there was a lot of wholesome moments with you babysitting Qiqi. For all your devil-may-care attitude, you took care of her and made sure nothing ever bothered her. HuTao ended up being tossed out like a cat by the scruff when she tried to bury her again. The zombie cowering behind you.
While you didn't interfere with his work, he did ask you to heal his patients sometimes when there wasn't any solution. When his illness got the better of him, you would use your flames on him too. It had a revitalizing effect. His days were much more pleasant now that you were around. Instead of payment, you asked to be around him more. Now you go on outdoor walks or picnics.
You understood what he was going through. As someone who always reincarnated, it meant experiencing times of severe exhaustion. It would be days feeling your body die on you. So with everything you had, you would help him with his.
"Oh? Qiqi hasn't taken up too much of your time Y/N?" he asked, watching the girl fiddle with one of golden chains on your person.
"No. She seems rather attached." you dangled one of your feather pieces and she tried to catch it. Sprawled across the ground, you looked impossibly eye-catching. Eventually, she noticed a butterfly and left to observe it.
He took a seat next to you. "Things have been much more manageable with your presence honorable Y/N. Be careful, or you might be stuck here. " he made it out to be lighthearted but in truth, he meant it. Watching you dote after Qiqi despite your 'uncaring' attitude was unfairly endearing.
Changsheng spoke up, "He's a greedy man. Leave while you still can or it'll be torture working for him." She slithered off his shoulders and on to your stomach, your warmth being too comfortable to resist. Traitor.
He drew a mock offended face. "Why I would never-"
"I don't mind." You looked him in the eyes and smirked. "It's a torture I'm coming to enjoy."
Not for the first time around you, he had no words. How dare you.
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School finally lightened up which means time to get this done. Not a lot of characters to choose from. Ningguang or Beidou didn't seem like submissive types and everyone else was too young. Does this one feel a little more fluffy? Anyways, I did my best to get the characters down.
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iloveyanderes · 1 year
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Guys I just finished playing the 3.5 archon quest and holy Xie lian, this game keeps getting better and better. 3.5 so far has given a totally different perspective on kheanria and somehow managed to drag my attention away from the fatui harbingers for five minutes, which is impressive.
Also I feel for the one hilichurl whose name I already forgot but am sad about, it's heavily implied that he committed not living by not being able to use anemo, so F in the chat for him.
Most importantly it introduced a new character whose currently named "a sinner" we didn't see them but I can tell by the voice that it's a hot male character.
The moment I heard it my mind immediately went to religious yandere. It's kinda stupid but let's say I live up to my name and I wanted to write about him before anyone else can.
I totally got the impression that the "sinner" is someone who manipulates others into thinking he's a god, that he would totally brainwash you into believing everything he says, totally trick you into thinking he's an actual god just so he could have authority of you.
He just gives me the same vibes that the fatui first did when they came out.
Super weird that I'm talking about a floating purple rock that was just released yesterday but it's totally giving me "Imma be an important character" vibes and I want yandere rights.
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valen-nidk · 2 years
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Cursed thought but listen to me, let me tell you something, let me t--
Nsfw tho.
Whether it's taking place in genshin or in a modern au, but just Childe meeting Traveler's parental figure and here's two approaches:
If its afab, Childe would like to know more about them, you know? They did give birth to such a powerful individual capable of defeating him and overall be able to wield the vision they wanted, granted one at a time but still-- impressive feat. However, Childe did not expect Reader to be... breathtaking, even more mesmerizing and hypnotic than Traveler themselves. It runs in the family, it has to be.
It's Childe being polite with Reader since he is quite family oriented, and he did want to get along with them. At first. But now Childe gets somewhat flustered since Reader cares so much about Traveler, pinching their cheeks and ruffling their golden locks... Embarrassing them in front of the harbinger. Childe who feels conflicting emotions because he absolutely adores having Reader pamper him too, but at the same time, Childe can't help but go into cardiac arrest when he finds himself thinking about Reader in less than appropiate situations.
Part of him leaning into their soft caring touches, the sweet nagging of someone worried and scared for his safety. Wishing him a warm welcome whenever he visits, or immediately smacking the back of his head when he comes wounded only for Reader to then grab a first aid kid ("my child is just like you, quit trying to send me to an early grave"). And the other filthier part whispering sweet temptations on the back of his head, how Reader's thighs look plump and soft, he could easily leave a mark that wouldn't go away fast, or how would it feel to dig his nails in them... If he were to corrupt the pure image he has of such a sweet parent, how would that feel? Rearranging Reader's insides while covering their mouth, filling their pussy with his cum over and over, trying to push his seed deeper to breed them, extra points is Traveler just got home and mutters where are they? Did they go grocery shopping? And Traveler leaves being none the wiser. Childe feeling his pants too tight as he tries to subtly fix them, but his mind is going to dangerous places, what if he were to be on his knees eating them out? Would he be called a good boy? Would he be called a naughty one? Would he get a reward or punishment?
If reader is amab, Childe is, at first, somewhat intimidated to give a good first impression. Which he probably fails but Traveler manages to control the situation. Nevertheless, Childe finds his way to charm Reader's heart, and eventually Reader stops finding him obnoxious, or insufferable. Not to mention, is this ginger man homeless? Why is he dropping so often? Half of the time, Traveler isn't home... Reader who thinks Childe is a good friend of Traveler and naturally he is looking after them, probably their sweet child's own request but they'd be wrong. Childe himself is doing these frequent visits on his own, at first puzzled as to why, reasoning he is doing this to gain points with Traveler but no. Somehow, he enjoys Reader's company, their jokes, their voice-- sometimes even manhandling him without meaning to (like Reader yanking Childe's wrist, or picking him up for a few moments, maybe even forcing Childe to take seat and relax by applying some pressure on his shoulder, joking about him sitting on their lap and Childe has to grip his own thighs and say no etc.). Reader who tells Childe its not necessary to pay or carry groceries they are perfectly capable of doing so, if anything Reader themselves should be looking after Childe and making sure he is taking care of himself. Childe who started to have some questionable thoughts but they intensified over time, moreso when Traveler arrived horribly wounded one time and the way Reader raised their voice in an authority of sorts, only to falter, immediately speaking in a voice Childe never heard, so soft and caring. A whisper that held back tears as they reminded Traveler to not be this reckless. This strong figure becoming shambles at the sight of their child, a major weakness that Childe hadn't quite realized all this time. It made him feel protective, or maybe want to bully Reader, he is unsure.
It's a mess. Did he want to make Reader cry by being mean towards them? Taunting them with ghost like touches gracing the place Reader would love for Childe to touch the most, cruel whispers against their ear and maybe bites that draw blood. Or did he want to make Reader cry due to how gentle and painfully slow Childe was moving? Whispering sweet nothings and riling them up even further, making them beg and once they do, they get praises for their good work and as such they deserve a reward. They deserve to be stuffed with his cum until Childe only had to press their belly for cum to spill out.
Or even better, did Childe want Reader to make a mess of him for having these sick and twisted fantasies? Their cock deep in his ass as he tries to stay still, or maybe Reader saying they are disappointed of Childe so as a punishment he has to watch them pump their cock, Childe who has to stay still and watch, rubbing his thighs makes Reader look annoyed so he immediately stops. But what else is he supposed to do when he can't wrap his mouth around their length? Or ride their cock? Mouth watering sight that he can't engage in.
Childe who pulls back to reality when Reader grabs his face somewhat roughly to meet eye to eye, looking worried as they comment on how he has been absent minded the whole day and Childe has to take a deep breath to calm down.
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fearingthefearsome · 9 months
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Here it is dearÂ đ“­đ“»đ“Čđ“Żđ“œđ“źđ“»đ“Œ, the first fanfic on the blog and hopefully you’ll look forward to more. This is a bit short but I tried to make it a bit wholesome and sweet. Think of it as a little warm up fufu~. 
Read the oneshot right below the clouds and enjoy this lovely story from the Archives.
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Lesser Lord Kusanali was freed. She was freed from her chains, freed from her misery and now rules Sumeru as the true Archon whose power was finally remembered by the citizens. Alongside her was the fake god who was supposed to overthrow her, on the other was his rival, Alhaitham. Whose position as a meer scribe was to be promoted as the Acting Grand Sage in the next few days. Not only that, his position as the General Mahamatra was given back to him in the fullest honor he can receive it to be from Lord Kusanali. 
With Sumeru trying to regain its honor and build back up to its former glory, he went out and made sure to help them. Only a week after saving their Archon he received an invite from Nilou. A feast in the Zubayr Theater to celebrate their victory in the greatest act of overthrowing their oppressive government. And remembering the incident with the former Grand Sage, he needs to make a report about the reputation of arts to Lord Nahida.  
He thinks about the feast and before he knew it, the night had set and he was left standing at the entrance of the Grand Bazaar. Unlike before, the place was filled to the brim with a crowd like no other. Decorations hung from the walls and the ceiling of the Divine Tree. He walks around in hopes of not being late to the feast and there his eyes wander to meet the figure of the most alluring and captivating dance of a dancer. 
“Cyno!” 
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Beautiful.” He uttered beneath his breath. The call of his name fell on deaf ears as he watched the dancer adorned in the most beautiful golden jewelry twirl with so much grace. The beat of the music fastened like their feet and he was left adoring every twist and turn they made. Every beat had their hands straying away to catch the cloth that danced between their figure and helped accentuate the elegance they radiated with every step. When the crowd cheered them on as they moved to stretch out their hand to the crowd he could hear his heartbeat rushing in his ears. Then his ruby eyes met their (e/c) ones and he could feel them steal his breath away when their hand pulled the air away from his direction.
It stirred something within him as he watched them dance to their heart’s content. He told himself, ‘Don’t look away,’ his eyes continued to eye their face laughing with glee, ‘you’ll miss something.’ 
The music faded away, the crowd clapped and whistled with joy, the mysterious dancer bowed and disappeared. He was left grasping for air as his legs tried to search for a wisp of their figure in the shadows. He could barely focus on anything but the sense that something had to be done after watching their performance. He clearly remembers their figure, confidence and a hint of slyness on the tips of their fingertips. The clothes were varying shades of purple and the jewels were almost the same shade as their eyes. The golden linings and the golden jewelry would clink together almost in time with the beat of the music. Their hair would sway and pull him in a trance before he met their eyes and- oh. 
Nothing more was said when he turned the corner to collide with someone. The sound of the jewelry they wore on their body was loud in his ears. The stinging pain that lingered from colliding with them was enough to have apologies ready on the tip of his tongue. As he ripped himself away from her, he felt his words die down and swallowed up in his mouth. He met those enchanting (e/c) eyes and he can’t help but be fascinated by their flushed expression paired with the pink tint on their cheeks. 
“I found you.”
His hand scrambled to find purchase as they held it out to them. An invitation of sorts unlike the feast, was promised with something far greater than words can explain. He silently let the world stop its flow of time to let him take the lead. When he feels a soft hand rest on his, he moves forward to kiss the back of their hand. He  can feel their gaze on the back of his head as he flits through their fingers. Unexpectedly, he brings the tip of their ring finger to his lips and kisses them with fervor love dripping like honey. Opening his eyes to meet their burning gaze back, he whispers, 
“I found you, my dearest.” 
“Would courting you first sound like a fair promise?”
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noodles-n-soba · 2 years
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The one who relived a divine nature
A Scaramouche draft~
A/N: The way Im inspired after the 3.0 update guys..! I've fallen in love with Scara all over again, but, I guess we all did..
CW: Didn't proofread..
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A king was born, the day his eyes fell upon you.. Were you the last one to betray him?  Were you the healer that he needed, the one who would stitch his puppet heart back together. A materialized heart, yet this puppet possessed feelings, emotions and a heart.
Curiousity flickered in your eyes, your hands holding your blanket wrapped around your body as you gazed at the guy himself.. Could he be broken and shattered in pieces? Could he still feel something? Wasn't he a mere.. Puppet? A subject of Ei, the Inazuman guardian who's eyes were only set on eternity? "Drifting away once more, (Y/n)?" You blinked, gaze meeting with his still lively ones. Years later, these sparkling eyes would change into the deepest void you had ever seen, he wouldn't be alive again.. But at your current lifestage, you did not realize any of this.
Hopping off the stone wall covered with moss, you stretched with a smile on your face. "Of course not, I was simply resting my mind, but I am fully awake." While saying so, you placed a hat on top of Scaramouche's head to protect him from the sun. Once more his eyes glittered, shining brighter than the mid day sun.. Oh, how you missed seeing those eyes years later.. Right, you recalled being appointed by the archon's themselves to protect the land of Tevyat in the Archon war, but nobody truly knew your identity. What kind of monster were you? Would they tolerate such an existence? Feared to die, betrayal would follow, a painful revelation. "Let us continue, the road ahead is open." You encouraged, nudging over to the path leading to yet another place to discover and explore. You were always there for him, trying to distract his mind from every kind of evil or sadness, but how hard it was.. The poor guy.
Often you heard the question from Scaramouche himself. "Will you, too, leave me, like all the others? Won't you grow tired of me? Who am I in your eyesight, a monster? A puppet? An emotionless individual with no heart or inner appearance?" You reassured him every single time he asked you, you would not leave his side without any valid reason. If fire would once set aflame the branches you were climbing, in no way you would simply abandon him and leave him hanging on those threads. Earning an honest smile from him every time you calmed his storm like mind made you feel at rest too, but every year that genuine smile grew less and less lively.. Barely even mumbling a word to you once you said you wouldn't leave. If you had to be honest, you were gone more frequently.. Where had you been? When would you return? Would you someday perhaps, stay away for eternity?
"(Y/n), why are you gone so often." Up till this day, you never told him.. But you realized he had probably already noticed, you weren't aging.. Just like him. A case of immortality? It might've been. You shook your head, a comforting smile forming on your face as your eyes shone once again in the sun, shining on the land of Eternity. "A few cases I need to take care of once in a while, but rest assured now.. I will be here till the sun rises. If you open your eyes, you'll see me fighting off your strongest enemies, digging a way through forests and lightening up your ways through the darkness." And with that, cupping his cheek in your hand you tried making direct eye contact.. Heart almost being torn apart seeing that the guy from a hundred years ago had changed so much, not a single smile detectable on his blank face.. Resulting in hugging him tightly, hoping to forget his face once again today. You saw nothing but your Scaramouche completely sunken to the depths of his own sea, only to never see daylight again.. Why? Betrayal? Realization? Exactly those things that he had experienced in life made him feel so done with humans in general, but did you classify as 'human' in his archive? He himself didn't even knew.. If someone had asked him that question he wouldn't even know how to answer it.
But you, oh pathetic liar, were you the last straw? You meant no ill, but your movements and actions were exactly what he expected.. Betrayal. It was nothing to be ashamed of (Y/n), he expected it. His face, oh so priceless, the menacing grin on his face as he stared at you.. No love, no friendship, no feelings to begin with! How dare you even think such a thing. From siding with him to fighting against him because you were ordered to do so, no time to talk it through.. Hah, what a coincidence? Formidable! Truly! You were the one assigned to help this puppet out of its misery, and you messed up. But even by messing up, he noticed your true intentions. Living a lie, he told himself so many times you were just like the others, easily landing a hit on you without any struggle. Were you holding back? What kind of mockery was this..? How dare you?
The smile on your face, blood covering your arms and eye, but still even so.. Telling him you'd see him soon enough, falling on the ground afterwards and laying there without any signs of life.. How dare you..!? Who did you think you were..? You.. were.. Merely.. His best friend.
After decades, he got reminded that he too could in fact cry.. He hated it, but seeing you laying there so incredibly helpless, unconsciousness and bleeding to death. His heart that had been frozen over time, a layer of stone around it, it still beaten for you. His hands made quick work, wrapping your wounds in a bandage you carried with you, making sure you were hydrated well enough, even laying your head on his lap as he observed your youthful face.
"Scaramouche.." The harmony of your voice was enough to make him shudder, trying to catch back his new defined personality, but seeing you there.. He couldn't back out anymore, he never was that new Scaramouche when you were around. "... Sorry.." Lips barely moving, your hand tried finding his', squeezing it once you had found your way to it.. ".. I know." His pride didn't dare him to apologize for hurting you, though his eyes said enough. He couldn't afford to lose his last friend, squeezing your hand he bowed down in such a way your foreheads touched. "... Don't cause too much trouble, we won't venture off for quite a long time.." Your smile always lit up his darkened soul, but returning one would take so much more effort.. He just simply couldn't anymore. ".. I knew that from the start, promises can be made.. But keeping them is an entire other thing." Making sure you were laying comfortable against the stem of a Sakura tree in the shade, he stared once more in your eyes.. You never lost hope or happiness, how did you do it? He never stopped admiring you, his respect never grew less.. How could you? One last kiss, then he'd leave.. A kiss goodbye, what did it actually meant? He didn't question it.. Neither did you. Seeing his blurry figure walk towards the horizon, feeling the stinging pain in your chest of unsatisfactory as you realized you weren't supposed to protect him anymore.. Even better, you COULDNT. Where would he go next? Nobody knew.
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caleumart · 1 year
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AlHaitham lighting practice
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