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Journey to the Rent

"Can I trust you?"

"Did I ever make you think otherwise?"

"..."

"Well?"

The sunlight passing from the window dances on your face; a soft sound in the back of your head slowly woke you up from your exhaustion. You forced your eyes to open up to adjust to the unfamiliar place that welcomed you last night. For a moment you forgot what had happened, but the empty walls and the naked mattress made you recall the events of last night.

You dreamed...or, at least, you remembered those few phrases that you two exchanged before your holiday. You should have said that you indeed did not trust him...

You needed a few more minutes to finally connect a few more wires in your brain to realize that the sound that you were feeling wasn't in your brain or imagination but it was, in fact, the gentlest knocking you ever heard in your entire life.

You were grounded, something a yawned coming while you reached for your pants, left on the floor the night prior, guilty of your poor state of mind and your tired ass. You should have at least tried to look a little more presentable, but who cared? You didn't, at least.

After opening the front door, in front of you a young man, at least it looked that way, was holding a small bag and cup of paper.

The first thing that caught your attention, or at least that made you wake up faster, was his hairless head, which made you, for a moment, ask yourself why Lex Luthor had appeared at your front door with some coffee.But Lex Luthor would have never worn what this one was wearing at that time, which was a baggy shirt and some harem trousers. He wore a string of pearls at his neck, each of them in different colors and materials. He had the most kind and gentle black eyes that you ever saw, similar to the ones that Wujing showed you, but these ones were like the ones you saw on some Asian statues that you found in some restaurants or SPAs.

"Oh, did I wake you?"

And he had the kindest voice, even calm, and surely he could have been the greatest voice for some of those ASMR videos.

You needed to massage your face, and it was hard to hide the fact that you still had the shape of the pillow on your face.

"Yeah, I," you cleared your voice, a bit embarrassed, "I…was kinda still…you know…"

"Oh no, my apologies. I didn't intend to wake you up!" He seemed really apologetic by his look: "I thought that you would need something to eat after last night."

"O-oh…w-why so?" Ugh, yeah, good way to go, Y/N.

"Your fridge must still be empty, I guess." He said, Chickling a little. Ah, well, that seemed the most reasonable reason… and the gurgling of your stomach didn't help too. Come to think of it, you didn't touch anything last night…Not like you were hungry either. He kindly extended the two small envelopes to you; the heat from the cup reached your cold skin in one second, already sending you a small shiver of leisure.

"Consider it a welcome gift. I'm Tang Sanzang, the actual owner of the stable."

"Oh, Mr. Wujing said something about the real owner…"

"Yeah, that's me. We usually make all the decisions together, but I always have the last word."

"…So you're the one in charge of putting people out in the streets?"

"That's such…That's a hard way to say it!"

"I'm sorry!" You felt embarrassed already by what you said, "I didn't mean to—"

"Oh please," he laughed; he had the most kind laugh you ever heard. "I'm not that out of this world! I know how landlords can be…questionable. I can assure you that I won't get inside this apartment without your knowledge."

You sighed in relief…. Wow, you didn't intend to be that blunt with him; it came so easily… almost unnatural…Must have been his aura? You were still looking inside the small pack when you noticed his piercing eyes scrutinizing your face, making you panic for one second.

"…Your eyes are all red and puffy; did you cry?"

"Eh?!"

"So He was right after…"

"…Who was right?" It was now your turn to be confused by his way of speaking. Did Wujing tell him that you looked like you needed to cry? You were sure that you held together till the last moment yesterday, so how?

But, to your surprise, he dropped the argument, shrugging his shoulders, and made a small bow.

"Please, don't be bothered by my words. If you like, you can come in our quarters after you're done eating and preparing. We can help you with the water supply connection and some more adjustments."

"Oh, thanks…again!"

"Don't worry. Later than Miss…"

"Oh! Y/n… L/n Y/n…"

He bowed again, then started to head to the stairs. You closed the door, still quite surprised by this visit.

He wasn't bad…He speaks like an old man, and he seems like one, too, but he seems like a really good guy! But…It wasn't like your sixth sense helped you last time on this matter… Well, no one needed to know now; what you needed was some good hot water and a good connection for your new apartment. So, you headed towards your room with some coffee and the will to use your phone, blocked your ex on every possible app, and then made some adjustments for lunch.

On the other side of the door, the same bald head looked towards the small landing, making sure that you indeed closed the door. After confirming that you had in fact disappeared inside your apartment, he slowly approached the door, making sure that you could not listen to his bare feet on the marble with shoes in his hands. After reaching the door, he carefully started to mimic writing with his index and middle fingers on the wooden surface, mumbling something. He then posed the same hand that had written on the door, and a golden circle appeared, alongside the now-visible symbols that he had written on it. He seemed pleased with his work, and when the circle and the symbols started to fade again, he took his merry way towards the stairs, now planning to leave you alone for real. Now, Wukong would not complain about a sleepless night.

///

After you were able to make yourself presentable and call the cavalry, you were able to reach Tangzang and the other apartment. Honestly, you weren't sure if they actually lived together, but it became clear when, after your knocking, the same pig-faced man from the stairs opened up the door.

"Oooh, well this is a surprise!" He said with a small chuckle and that kind of smile that just made your eyes roll.

"If I knew we had a guest, I would have prepared myself better!" Ugh, so he lived with Tangzang? …Or Wujing maybe? Nah, maybe you just took the wrong-

"Ah, there you are! Ready for Settle all the messies parts?"

The appearance of Wujing behind this one confirmed the fact that the two lived together…you guessed. Great, just great…

Wujing, on the other hand, noticed his friend's way of leaning on the doorframe and his expression, of the most genuine and kind individual you could ever meet, became stern and severe. His friend must have noticed, since now he looked like a child that felt the eyes of his parents on the back of their head.

"Bajie…are bothering our new guest?"

"…Noooo?"

"Miss, was he bothering you?"

His eyes looked at you, begging you to grant him mercy.

"…Nah, we were just presenting each other! Y/n L/n, and you're Bajie, right?" You offered your hand, a smug smile on your face, like secretly telling him that he owed you this one. He sighed, squeezing your hand, accepting this small defeat.

"Zhu Bajie… another owner of this stable."

"Wow, how mamny owner one place need?!"

"Ah! You don't need to know, darling…"

Well, at least you knew that this one, Bajie, wasn't exactly that impossible to have around…in some certain way.

Finally, he made you space to get inside the door, Wujing starting to lead you to the living room to help you settle the last few expenses for your new home.

Their place seemed quite unique in some way, decorated in different ways that made the place a bit of a mess but still quite warm in its way. There were several photos of not only the two that now were in the house with you, but they were alongside Sanzang, the real owner, and the man in the hoodie from the night before. The place had a few plants here and there, lamps that had different shapes and styles, and there was even a lava lamp, decorations here and there, and several rooms. After the small corridor that connected the living room to the front door, the place became bigger; a large and old couch, patched up here and there, rested in front of a quite nice coffee table made of wood, decorated by some flowers and plants. The TV, an old piece of junk that seemed to belong to the house of an old lady, rested nicely and tidily on a large library, full of books, more photos, and some souvenirs from places.

Separated by a wall and an arch, there is what is supposed to be the dining area, a large table with some chairs, each one different from the other. Behind it, a large balcony that face directely to the garden, giving the place a good light from the exterior.

"Woah…you both live here?"

"Yes and no! We live here alongside our friends, the owner and another one of us."

"You mean the man in the hoodie from yesterday?"

"So you met him!"

"…Kinda. I….I think I'll meet him soon as I think."

"I know, Wukong can be kind of… Ominous at the first meeting, but I can assure you, no one can be trusted more than him!"

When he spoke his name, your reaction was one of surprise. That wasn't the first time that you heard that name…if you could just remember where…

Wujing looked apprehensive for a moment, fearing he had touched a ground that he shouldn't have.

"REhm…Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I just...nevermind, it must be me!"

You decided to ignore the subject; after all, it wasn't like a famous person could live there, right? You took your laptop out of your backpack, following Wujing on the sofa and placing it on the small coffee table.

"Let's start…water?"

"Yes!"

///

For the next two hours, everything was focused only on finding the best companies with the best prices for everything you needed. You wanted to settle for your old companies, but these men were far more educated about the matters. Your previous gas company, which they knew, was immediately set aside for various complications.

"They technically set one price for the few months, but, as soon as they can, they start to charge more. It's not obvious; they are just small amounts such as cents, but the more they get, the more you lose."

"Oh gosh…I didn't know!"

"We found out because Sanzang confronted the papers." Bajie muttered, holding you and Wujing two cup of coffee.

"Isn't that illegal?"

"It is, but technically they can do that if they find the loophole. They usually do that…"

The first part of your day passed online with a confrontation and some suggestions on how not to spend so much. Which was quite odd; you thought that a landlord's first intention was to make more money from the ones that lived under their roof… Well, they must have been an exception.

You were typing the last few details when you heard the front door slamming and the sound of someone muttering.

"Stupid bone lady … I swear if I can't get her-…"

He suddenly stopped, feeling your gaze and two pairs of piercing eyes on the back of his head.

"…Wukoooong! How was…the fixing of the tubes…of the old lady?!" Said Wujing with a suspecting tone.

"…Great…Amazing even…What is she doing here?"

You felt a little offended by that tone; how rude! Okay, you were in his house, but seriously?

"We're helping her by teaching her the mysterious ways of the gas companies." Bajie tried to lighten a little the mood, and, speaking of gas, would you like to stay for lunch? I bet your fridge is still empty!"

"Oh, I would love to!" You swayed your hand, noticing the disapproving look from the newcomer, "But I already have an appointment with some friends. Maybe another time."

"Such a shame, well have fun!"

You thanked both again, especially Wujing for his patience, while you started to move out from the apartment, feeling the look of Wukong on you. Yes, maybe you weren't that scared of him like you were the previous day, but surely you thought that he needed a few lessons in how to treat a guest.

Now that you were able to fix one problem, another one was ready on your path.

Lunch with your best colleagues.

///

"HE DID WHAT?!"

You tried to shush Talisha from her outburst; her fresh-from-the-salon nails were so sharp that they could leave signs on the table of the café.

"Tali, please!" Oliver tried to calm her down, "Not here! Some of our costumes may see us!"

"Then they'll know not to mess with us, and most importantly, WHO CARES?! It's not me, the one with the broken heart!"

Talisha was literally your work mom. From the first moment you stepped inside the company that you were working on, she took you under her wing, helping you around and making sure that no one bossed you around.

And, of course, she was far more experienced with men than you, since from the first day she met your boyfriend. She had her eyebrow raised in a judging look. You should have listened to her; you would have avoided sipping your chocolate milkshake with a sorrowful expression.

"Okay, enraging aside," took the word from Oliver, allowing Talisha to cool down on her glass of white wine."How do you feel?"

Oliver was hit a few weeks before you and was basically your first friend in the office. He tried his best to be the most inclusive that he could, and, like now, he was more concerned about your mental health. You sighed, looking up at the ceiling of the café.

"Hurt, betrayed…like a duckling that had seen its mother get shot!"

"Oh no, not the duckling…"

"Yes, the duckling…" you sighed again, your hands on your face. "If I think about that, I need to furnish my new apartment—"

"Hold on there!" Talisha raised her hand. "Your new apartment? Why do you have a new apartment?"

You gulped in silence, feeling those two pairs of eyes scrutinizing you. Then it was their round to gasp.

"You ran away?!"

"Well—"

"Did you confront him at least?!"

Only the clattering of the plates on the tables was heard after that question.

Oliver gasped, Talisha Just raised her hands on her head, looking at you in disbelief.

"You just left?! You found him with another girl and—

"Tali."

"Oliver, I don't—"

"Tali, for real…"

When she saw your face, a rush of tenderness melted her rage. Your hands were supporting your face on the table, hiding your mouth and cheeks; your eyes were starting to get wet again, and your sorry expression was trying with all your strength to conceal all your pain…in vain, since it was pretty much visible.

You weren't that kind that made sure that your attire was top-notch on every occasion, but your creased t-shirt, your shabby hair, and the state of your face make clear that you had better days.

You were holding on to a thin straw, and you weren't in the mood to face another reality, a sad one either.

Pressing the matter would only bring you more discomfort, and Oliver, bless his heart, had enough sympathy to take that. He cleared his throat, smiling kindly at you.

"So…a new apartment? How is it? Nice?"

You slowly moved your hands down from your face, sniffing a little and sighing, noticing that he had changed the subject to help you.

"…Yes, It Is…The complex is quite cute, and the owners are just too nice… They even helped me find a good gas company."

"Oh!" Talisha laughed, "MY landlord forced me to make contact with the one where his brother works! They must be the gems in the rough!"

"Hehe, yeah, I know… They LET me in even without anything about me! They were some kind of saints!"

Oliver sighed dreamily.

"In the end you were able to get a lucky deal for a good living at least…Ah, what about your staff?"

"Well, I was considering redecorating my new place… I'm sad to have given up my other staff…"

"…Well," Oliver started, "you can… still go to your old place when he's not there and…take it!"

"…Are you suggesting I sneak in?!"

"You still have your own keys, right? And, besides, he made another girl sneak in; it's even!"

You started to consider this idea… even if it was a little immature. You had to comfort him. One day or another…

While talking about landlords and how bad they can be, you started to guess a little the ones you ended up in this mess. They were good; they didn't have any bad vibes at all. What gave you a strange feeling was…their name. You were sure you heard them before, especially the one with the hoodie…Wukong.

///

You were good. You weren't fine since you still had a lot of things to resolve, but being able to see you work, being able to properly vent with them, and enjoy a nice lunch at your favorite place made you just…good. Talisha even wanted to help you with the recovery of your precious belongings, and you even allowed her to bring her three-year-old son.

He would have broken a few things? Yes.

Was it a perfect revenge? Maybe, but you didn't care; you wanted to be petty now.

You separated from your friends an hour ago, getting the chance to make a long walk towards your apartment, checking a few stores on the road (like a pawn shop that had some really nice pieces of furniture and at such a good price), alongside a small shopping for your dinner, just some pots and an instant ramen. That day you received the message that your gas and water were ready, and it was quite strange at first, but then you remembered that Wujing had told you something about it.

"We have a few friends there; we can pull some strings!"

You never had friends anywhere… Now you were curious about what kind of people these four were…

Speaking of which, while you were returning from the front gate of the condo, you noticed someone attending to the small garden. You didn't have the chance the previous night to Look at it, but now that you got the chance, you noticed how nice and well-attended it was.

Divided by the rock path, the garden covered the majority of the external surface. At the sides of the path, young trees, now naked for the winter, followed the way towards the entrance of the complex. They must have been planted on the occasion of the summer, taking advantage of the green leaves and the shades they make.

Around, settled in an order that presumably had more sense when still covered in their green mantles, almost naked bushes with a few leaves left on them.

The smell of fresh soil was quite strong, probably because it was the same area It was worked on in order to make it softer.

"Let me tell you, it's not that great now, but wait for spring. Then you'll admire a well-done job."

You were so captivated by this new aspect of your new place that you haven't noticed the presence of Bajie in the garden. His jeans and his Hawaiian shirt were replaced by a pair of old and consumed overalls and what you guessed was the t-shirt from a university. With one hand digging a hole with a small scoop and the other fixing something round from an old burlap sack in it. His hair was fixed in a messy ponytail; who knows how long he had been working there?

You haven't noticed him at all, surprised by the man that, despite being quite loud, he could actually stay quiet as a body.

"Oh," you spoke, "I haven't seen you here!"

"Eh, a handsome man like me, with his hands in the dirt, all covered in mud… I know, kinda crazy, right?"

You narrowed your eyes again, but this time you were a little curious about his duty. You weren't an expert, but, by the look of it, that garden seemed like it was lush and well-gardened, especially if it was of that size. You were curious, to say the least.

"…What are you doing?"

"Taking care of a few things. After the rains, the soil is soft and perfect to start to put down some plants."

"But, it's winter. It's not the worst time to start doing this?"

"Au contraire!" Yoh snickered at that fake French accent. "It's actually a good moment to start putting down some bulbs and taking care of future parasites! Must say, those peach trees are my pride and joy! Not one singular insect, I swear!"

Oh, so those were peach trees… You remembered a few of them back at college; they were a nice spot to sit with…

"When it's summer, we have so many peaches that we can give them away or make some jams! You'll love it!"

You looked back at the man and…well, now he was something else. He seemed like he liked to talk good of himself and even better of his gardening.

"You're a gardening enthusiast?"

"Guilty, your honor!" He looked back at you and said, Say, want to help me out here? If you have some time, of course!"

You started to think about it, looking back at your window, at the empty and depressing apartment…

"…Sure, why not?"

///

Bajie, like he usually liked to be called, was someone that had a high perception of himself, to the point that he could look annoying or even depraved. But in that garden, more focused on taking care of the plants, digging, and cutting, he showed you a side of him that made you change your mind.

Talking with him was easy, mostly because he wasn't a judger since he was…himself. He liked to joke around, playing with a few bubs, showing off a little. And, most importantly, he talked with you like a normal person, not trying to woo you off or something.

"I used to be a farmer, back when I was married." He confessed. "It was hard, but it was honest work!"

"Oh,"you looked at him curiously. "You were married?"

"Yup, we had our issues, to use simple words. Mostly me."

Well, that was interesting; he didn't look like the kind who admitted his own fault, especially for a lost marriage. He certainly was different from another person that you knew.

"But she remade her life! So I suppose that, in the end, everyone got their own happy ending, right?"

"Umm…One of my friends ended her marriage after just one year…"

"Ooouh, tough …Well, it happened."

"Yeah, but… They were high school sweethearts, you know? They seemed so…connected!"

For a moment, you wondered even why you were talking about this now with him; he still was a total stranger to you.

"Sometimes, the sweetest love stories are just told by others. Sometimes, small issues that seem unnotable are, in fact, the peak of the iceberg."

…Wow, that was deep…You removed from the hole you were digging a worm, thinking that, when he talked with his heart in his hands, Bajie was a good date material.

He stood up, holding his rake on his shoulder, checking around.

"Um…yeah, it seems nice… Thank you for the help! It wasn't drinking wine in front of a fireplace, but it was a nice way to know each other better, eh?"

You nodded; this place was big. How was he able to take care of such a large garden anyway? Well, it was his work after all, or maybe he was an actual hard worker.

You were pondering about how much first impressions could be deceiving when you noticed that, as much as you were occupied with Bajie by working and just talking, your mind was actually quite able to shut off all the negativity that had been in your head for the last two days. As you were surprised, you felt a sense of relief.

Some peace, and you weren't thinking about if it could come back at all. Yoh sighed; he had never gardened before; it sure was a stress-releasing activity. If you had only known sooner, maybe you would have avoided that mental breakdown back at college!

Still focusing on feeling that sense of relief, you found yourself with the leaves of a leek on your face.

You haven't noticed Bajie Washington away from the garden and reaching his personal vegetable garden that he had mentioned before, holding out to you a basket with some seasonal vegetables.

"You need to work on your focus! There, so you won't starve. "

"Oh no, no!" You raised your hands, trying to move away the basket. "These are yours! I just wanted to help, Nottingham more!"

"And I refuse to not have a way to thank you properly."

"I don't even have a fridge!"

"It's cold! They'll survive outside the window, I insist! If you don't…well, I'll gift you a date with me!"

You snatched away the basket from his hand. There he was in the same new neighborhood. By your action, he just started to laugh, holding his tummy in the process, finding that response quite hilarious.

"All right, all right! I set you free, little lady!"

"…Thanks, I… I really appreciate this, really."

"Aw, don't think about it. I'll suggest you take a shower; this dirt can stay FOREVER!"

You greeted him again, now with a new and positive thought about Bajie.

After entering the building, something hit you immediately: it was cold, very cold. A small cloud of heat is forming from your breath, the sudden freezing feeling of the muddy dirt on your hand giving you some pain.

"Ugh, why is it so cold in here?!"

Oh please, you just arrived; you didn't want some broken heater problem now!

You were searching for your keys when you heard a... whisper.

You stopped for a moment, looking around… No one was around.

You started to head for the stars when, again, a whisper caressed your ears. You weren't sure those were even words, but you could perceive that it was a woman's voice. It was frail and small, but it was so near that you thought that whoever was talking was just a few inches from you.

You turned around so quickly that you almost lost balance on your feet, and yet again, no one seemed to be around, except a subtle luminous fog.

Wait, what?

Not far from your feet, an ominous strange smoke was spreading around. By the way that it was moving, it reminded you of gas, and the idea of a leak almost made you turn back and run towards Bajie to call for help, but it didn't make any smell and…well, it was luminous. It emitted a curious cold bluish light, and, as much as you knew, gas didn't have color.

Following it, you found that, following a small corridor that you had barely noticed before, it came from a door under a small pair of stairs. On the door, the sign of the laundry, the one that they said was under repair, but they never spoke about a gas leak…

Suddenly, again, the whisper came again, closer and stronger, and you felt an urge. You felt like you needed to open that door, to get inside and to look. You didn't know why, and, to be fair, it wasn't like you had never seen a laundry before, but…you wanted it. Maybe you were curious about this gas, or maybe you just wanted to go and see some broken washing machines.

Or maybe it was this cold sensation that made your hand move on its own towards the doorknob, feeling the iceberg feeling from it, and the whisper almost screaming in your eardrum. You slowly started to turn it, hearing the clickling movement of the lock, and then his hand grabbed your wrist. You gasped, when did you stopped breathing?!

His long and onyx nails could almost cut your skin, his iron grip , strong but firm, was more similar to a statue than a hand made of flesh. You noticed a stiff presence of fuzziness on his hand and torso, a big amount for a man.

"I thought they told you you shouldn't come here, did they?"

His voice was low; it rumbled a little, and alongside that sensation that accompanied him the previous day, you started to feel small and scared by his mere presence. You forgot the bravery from that morning in the owner's apartment; just near you, Wukong was capable of making you feel like a small child.

You dared to look at him: a hood covered his head; you couldn't even see his head properly alongside his face, covered in a surgery mask, the only light color from his outfit.

You couldn't get his eyes, but what you thought you saw was a pair of burning furnaces. You gulped, feeling that hand thag you could swear, the strenght in It was so strong that could broke yohr arm in two.

"I'm…I'm sorry," you tried to speak, holding the trembling tone in your voice "I was…just curious."

"Curiosity kill the cat, didn't your parents teach you that?"

His hand finally leaved your wrist, but your arm stayed in that same position for a few secondo, fearing that a movement could cause something else fron this…man? He was a man? You weren't that shre now…

The hand that was holding you now was pushing your shoulder, forcing you to face the other side of the corridor, and, with the same small push, he started to lead you out, back at the base of the staircase.

"There," he reached the basket, grabbed it, and put it in with some kind of force in your arms. "Now go inside and do… Whatever you girls like to do in your free time, try to leave your pretty hands out from the nasty things, all right?"

And you stayed there, with a confused look on your face, trying to register the last few minutes, and… you started to happen with your fingers in the basket.

His tone has changed; from that stern tone back at the door, his voice became flat, boring, almost…mockingly nice. Come to think of it, from the start, he had zero interactions with you, and, at least for decency, he could at least present himself to you. Not only that, he had handled you like a child, moving you around like a puppy, scolding for a door…

He had already passed you, reaching for his apartment door when you finally spoke.

"You know, a bit of manners wouldn't hurt you."

He suddenly stopped, your eyes glued in a scorn over him, while he slowly turned around, raising an eyebrow.

"Come again?"

"… Oh miss, I'm sorry! This place is in need of repair! I thought you knew!… Is it so hard to articulate a phrase without sounding so annoyed?"

You didn't know what was into you; you had just properly met this dude a few minutes ago, but his way of acting, his attitude, was irritating. Maybe it was your patience over these kinds of jerks that had run out from last night. Even if it could put you in big trouble, you wanted, at least for once, to speak.

He stared at you after that interpretation of him talking nicely, and maybe there you felt your resolve crumble… And then he laughed.

It was a thing of an instant; one moment he was throwing daggers with his eyes, and the next he was holding his belly from the laughs. Was he crazy besides being rude?!

After he had finally calmed down and cleaned a few tears from his eyes under the hoodie, he took a big breath.

"Wow…just wow! You kind of are something else, aren't you, uh?!"

He keeps on giggling like an idiot, opening the door that he was trying to reach before, opening it and revealing the sound of a soap opera from the inside.

"I like this one better than the crying and meek one. Try to use it more, all right?"

And, with that, he just disappeared again.

You stayed there for some more, trying to understand again what had just happened and… Did someone tell him that you had cried last night?…

In any case, he had no right to call you like that! Cry baby?! Did he know what you had been thrown?!

With a sigh, you started to walk towards your apartment, more annoyed by this creep than before.

The one from the laundry, on the other hand, promised to herself to make that bastard pay for stealing her metal.

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I'll post it later on Ao3 too!!))

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