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cartoonishvendor · 1 year ago

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Evil, evil, evil!!! You are EVIL and indeed a SUCCESSFUL bastard for hanging me off of this cliff like laundry. Having said that it is IMPERATIVE you provide me with more Long After Starclan lore.

anon your verbosity never ceases to amaze me!! alright then, what you wish for you shall receive!! well start right back where we left off, in Maggotblood's story!! if any of you haven't read the first post, maybe you should, because there'll be barely any recap here!!

as always, details are subject to change, especially in this section since the whole plot following is still a bit sponge-y (i don't care that it's not sponge-y in english)

(also... ask to tag? lots of dark stuff and im not sure what to tag it as)

well then, let's-a-go!!

so last time, Maggotblood received her medicina cat name and assumed her new, full position in ShadowClan. though she is still shaken a bit by her dream for a few days afterwards, her return to ShadowClan marks the first time she's felt... respected by the general clan population. sure, there were still cats who strongly disliked her (Hawthorn, for instance), and cats she was closer with (Misty, and of course Giantcloud), but overall it seemed the clan finallysaw her as an equal. at that point, however, Maggotblood was jsut already kinda done with their bullshit though and didn't bother befriend anybody she wasn't already on good terms with. she developped a tendency for impatience, especially with cats who hadn't respected her prior, but she was also plagued by quite the insecurities. being so reliant on Giantcloud, her surrogate father, she didn't really believe she could do this job by herself should it ever come down to it in the future.

well. turns out that future would come sooner rather than later. one day, about a year after Maggotblood received her new name, a patrol of cats from ThunderClan stepped into ShadowClan camp and respectfully bowed their heads. Oh, LAS ThunderClan... i scratched the surface of clan differences in my last post ever so slightly, and ThunderClan is definitely... interesting, in this regard. By a lot of means, LAS ThunderClan is similar to it's canonical counterpart, though not in the best of ways. Stereotypically, ThunderClan cats here are obsessed with legacy and bloodlines, they're practically living in their own monarchy with their current leader, Leaves, stemming from a longer line of leaders and leader's relatives. They tend to be very proud (though that could be said about all LAS Clans) and hate asking for help fro mthe outside, sometimes outright refusing it. making it all the more surprising to see them here, like this. asking for help.

their request is simple: their elderly medicine cat has passed away and the clan's apprentice, Wren, is short of becoming a full medicine cat himself, but too short to just up and go to the Moon's Deep himself and get his name. ThunderClan's request to ShadowClan is that Giantcloud, their medicine cat, stays in the ThunderClan camp for a few moons to finish Wren's training. now, the majority of ShadowClan cats present did not thinkly highly of ThunderClan, and that went both ways. it wasn't too logn ago that ThunderClan was at war with SkyClan, with ShadowClan supporting their direct neighbours who were outnumbered against ThunderClan. cats on both sides lost their lives and overall even after it was over the cats were still bitter, so a lot of cats did not want to help them, including the newly appointed deputy Hawthorn. the ShadowClan leader Grebe, however, decided to think it over.

lookie here's Grebe you may have seen her on art fight.

she's pretty young herself but barely anybody i nthe clan ever doubted her abilities as a leader, so theres little backlash remaining in camp after she decided to allow Giantcloud to temporarily move to ThunderClan camp. one of the cats who do revolt, however, is Maggotblood. she didn't want Giantcloud to leave, there was no way she could take care of the clan without him!! if he wasn't here, who'd tell her when she mixed up herbs by accident? who'd help her if she started doubting her abilities as a medicine cat like he had? who could she rely on if he wasn't there? Grebe was confident though, that Maggotblood vould do the job well. so on the same evening, Giantcloud shared a heartfelt goodbye with his former apprentice and promised to be back soon.

during that short period of time after Giantcloud left, Maggotblood already got thrown into the ful stress of managing the medicine den by herself. Larch, a queen of ShadowClan, was due to give birth and now Maggotblood had to assist in bringing her kittens into this world. it was complicated, but ultimately went over fine. or at least so they thought, more on that later.

it felt so much longer, so much more tiring than it should be, to have to be without the cat she trusts most, but finally, during the half moon, Wren received his full medicine cat name, Nettlewren. having hoped she could be there to meet up with Giantcloud, Maggotblood was a little sad when she couldn't be, as she was stuck caring for a cat with an acute infection. but, she told herself, it mattered little. after all, the next morning Giantcloud would be right here again, in the ShadowClan medicine den with her, and everything would be fine again. right?

well. fate loves to play with the unfortunate.

the next morning, Maggotblood was greeted with a traise of pawsteps and the distinct stench of ThunderClan. however, instead of her mentor's big, black pelt and kind eyes, a patrol of warriors rushed into camp, erratic, shaken up and eyes wide from shock. they were there to bring news of a body they discovered in their territory. Giantcloud's body. they all rush to the scene and in that moment, Maggotblood's world shatters completely. her mentor, her father, laid there with wounds so gruesome, his eyes open in shock, bit his body so, so cold. nobody's voice was getting through to Maggotblood. she cried and wailed out into the forest, cowered there with him and pressing her snout into his cold fur. she wouldn't leave his side, not once, not even as the cats of ShadowClan carried Giantcloud back home. he laid in the clearing, stiff, and Maggotblood didn't want to believe it, yet here he was, dead, right in front of her.

as is tradition, the elders prepared Giantcloud for the burial and dug his grave. around this time, Oriole walks into camp and gasps at the sight, a piece of fresh kill falling from her mouth. Oriole was a bit of an odd one out in ShadowClan, she is a former rogue who sought shelter in the abandoned twolegnest in ShadowClan territory (the one that is seemingly not-abandoned in canon). it was Giantcloud and Maggotblood, then Jasmin, who found her there while looking for catmint. and it was especially Giantcloud who convinced her to join the clan, as well as convinced his clanmates to let her join. though hard to convince, the clan learned of her abilities soon: photographic memory. these days, Oriole still lived at that nest instead of camp, and only had Grebe's brother Wryneck as a close friend, but she was still very friendly with Giantcloud who made it possible for her to say, making her very heartbroken at this sight. but before the elders began their procedure on Giantcloud's body, she noticed something.

she was the first to say it: those wounds look like they were from a cat. not a fox, or a badger, or even a dog. a cat. others carefully snuck closer to his body as Oriole explained her reasoning. silence followed. no more talking until the ceremony was over. at last, Giantcloud was put to rest in the ground. LAS ShadowClan cats don't hold lovely remarks at funerals. among other things, the cats present must not speak until after the sun had set or risen, depending on when the burial took place.

the last ray of sun had vanished and immediately, an uproar. a cat angrily growled at Oriole for her remarks. another joins in, loudly voicing their suspicion that it was Oriole who killed Giantcloud. Wryneck steps in. the usually quiet and introverted warrior lashes out, claiming him and Oriole both spent the night at the twolegnest together. suddenly he gets accused as well. chaos breaks loose, cats are snarling, mumbling, then yelling, about rogues and strays. Grebe is just about to step in as somebody else already does: Misty.

you may remember Misty from before. the only friend of Maggotblood's who was not a medicine cat, basically. known each other since Maggotblood was just a kit. during the whole rest of the day, Maggotblood had felt horrible. numb. she was glad nobody could talk to her, and nobody could get hurt and require her treatment, since most activities were cut shirt to only necessary patrols. she couldn't think about Giantcloud's cause of death or who killed him, she couldn't think at all! all she could do was stare blankly and recall all the things they've done together, all the times he helped her, and... she held back her helpless wails, for the sake of silence. when the uproar began she simply stepped outside and watched with a blank expression. would Giantcloud have wanted this? her stomach turned. but as soon as Misty entered her field of vision, Maggotblood could hear her words as more than just a blend of noise. She could pay attention.

why blame each other when the real enemy was apparent: it was ThunderClan who took away Giantcloud, and it was ThunderClan's territory he was found on. Misty had never been the most outstanding among her clan peers, but now everyone listened, to her unshaken confidence shining through in her speech. and soon, the fighting clan became a rallying clan, loudly exclaiming their hatred for ThunderClan. cats claiming they should have neevr trusted them in the first place, cats demanding revenge. at last, Grebe demanded silence from her clan, reminding them to honor the deceased. she would hold a clan meeting the next day. though, despite respecting the orders, the seed of hatred was planted, and Maggotblood herself was no exception. after all, it made sense, right? but, Maggotblood being who she was, this wasn't a satisfying enough answer for her. she wasn't just gonna accept that ThunderClan killed her father. she needed a name. a cat. someone who could feel the full extent of the wrath that was rising inside her.

Maggotblood would sneak into ThunderClan territory the same night, avoiding being caught by any warriors out and about at night (one of the many quirks of living in ShadowClan), to investigate the crime scene herself. however, the were no discernible scents left, only muddles ThunderClan and ShadowClan scents to be detencted. but it was still proof it couldn't have been anything other than a fellow cat, further evidenced by the lack of any big, chaotic fight. she headed back.

far quicker than her, Maggotblood's clanmates settled back into their everyday lives. death was not a rare occurance, right? they couldn't understand what his death had meant for her, not even with the side remarks of condolences from her clanmates. Misty and her words of encouragement were the only ones she accepted, Misty knew what it was like after all, to lose one's father like this. Maggotblood, too, was forced back into reality, now assuming the position of the primary medicine cat. whenever she had free time in between treating a patient, she spent it brooding, thinking of other things she could do. other ways she could find out who killed Giantcloud. the next gathering was still far away. when Oriole showed herself around camp, still getting a few side eyes from some cats, Maggotblood, in private, pressed her about her remarks at the burial, questioning whether she remembered any scents on top of her detailed visual impression of the events. she couldn't give Maggotblood an answer, didn't recall smelling anything other than death and herbs that day, but she noted how utterly stressed the she-cat seemed.

the New Moon rolled around. ShadowClan celebrates this event by having every warrior old enough who wants to join in take a walk up the stream that separated ShadowClan and SkyClan territory. then, they would all pick one stick each from a tree or one on the ground, carve it clean with their claws until all teh bark was gone, and at moon high, they would all drop their sticks into the stream and wish for things such as strength and durability. Maggotblood wished for the strength to keep going, to find out the truth behind Giantcloud's death. soon after, it turned out she'd need that strength for a lot more.

Larch, the queen who had given birth, woke up the whole camp the next morning, screaming. Maggotblood rushed to the scene and was meet with the horrible sight of Larch's daughter, dead in her nest. any and all attempts by Maggotblood to revive her came to no avail. She couldn't understand, when she was born everything seemed fine with the kitten, and even now there was no apparent reason for her to die, and yet she was dead. Maggotblood panicked, she was shocked and Larch surely did not fare better when Maggotblood confirmed her death by unknown cause. she lashed out, screamed and snapped at Maggotblood, very loudly blaming her for the death of her kitten, for all the clan to witness. Ice, her mate, heldher back from actually attacking Maggotblood, who had been cowering there, expecting to have her life ended over this, which she viewed a failure on her part. inconsolable, both of them. the night after the kitten's funeral, Maggotblood cried herself to sleep, wishing her mentor had been here, for he had not let that kitten die.

Larch was far from keen to let her other kitten alone with Maggotblood, which she had to considering the state she was still in, but Ice did his best to calm her nerves. He had been a tad nervous himself, though for other reasons. the next day, he'd find out what path his son would take in his life. to appease Larch, Ice asked if Maggotblood could take a warrior escort with the two of them to the Moon's Deep. that escort, Larch decided, would be Hawthorn's brother Toad, who could defend the patrol from any danger (putting emphasis on it which led maggotblood to believe Larch saw her as a danger as well). the past time had been rough on the whole clan, Maggotblood especially, for reasons you can imagine. she couldn't bring herself to look forward to the Half Moon night ahead of her, the thing she had always looked forward to as an apprentice, because she got to be with her friends. too much had happened. at the very least, Toad was doing his duty without antagonizing her, though she could tell he grew uncomfortable in her presence. well, she thought, at least the little kit was nice to her. just before sunset, the three of them got going and soon arrived at the end of the sandy paths and at the Moon's Deep where nests in the pit had already been in the process of being set up.

not an unusual sight, but Toad commented on the sheer size of the carpets of moss down in the pit. a she-cat arrived at the scene, respectfully bowing her head to the patrol. as neither of the two other adults recognized her, she introduced her as Flower of WindClan (which the latter they could guess from her scent already), here to accompany Lakerunner, as well as a queen here with her four kits. Maggotblood's ears perkeed up at the mention of her friend's name. after Flower voiced her condolences to the patrol, for the news of their loss had reached WindClan too, her and Toad continued setting up the nests and settling in Larch's son, as well as the queen who soon arrived with another escort. the escort would leave again, and the queen introduced herself to Toad as Nightingale, and her four kits wind up befriending Larch's son. they share insight with each other, about beliefs and superstitions of their respective cultures. larch is especially fascinated to learn that the WindClan kittens will get to pick their names after this ceremony, and the four of them are equally astounded that the ShadowClan cats can only name themselves at 6 moons of age.

meanwhile Maggotblood had set off into the surrounding nature, soon running into Lakerunner, who had looked for more nesting material. Lakerunner too had heard the news of Giantcloud's death, saddened too, as the two of them had known each other for as long as he was an apprentice too. Maggotblood broke down at the scene, confided into Lakerunner all her feelings, and all that had happened, and Lakerunner provided her with much needed reassurance and a grounded perspective of the events that had occured. after calming down a bit, after having talked through the Larch incident, the death of Giantcloud and this incredible loss, Maggotblood talked a lot about needing to find out the truth. and while Lakerunner, at first, seemed concerned, he couldn't help but promise to support her through this journey. Her suspicion that it was a ThunderClan warrior, or even a whole ThunderClan plot seemed outrageous, and that ultimately piqued his interest. after all, once Maggotblood presented him with the details, he too wanted to find out if it really was a murder or not, because somebody like Giantcloud, who had no enemies beside disease, seems like the most unlikely target.

For now though, the two of them went back to the Moon's Deep and slept through the night. Maggotblood, for the first time in moons, feeling warm, sleeping beside her friend. Larch's son would not be the next medicine cat, it turned out. though, one of Nightingale's kittens showed a potential Lakerunner would first have to go back to camp to report to both Nightingale in private, as well as his elderly mentor Ashflight. now, with this half moon over, the next thing on the agenda would be the Gathering on the full moon.

oh my god. over twice as long as the first post and still not nearly done. i already figured id have to 3-part this but it might even be a 4-parter. sowwy!!

#rambling #warrior cats oc #long after starclan #maggotblood

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dravidssideblog · 2 months ago

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With every minute that passes, I can't help but get more and more excited, giggling non-stop and drumming my paws on my head to stim! The couch shifts under me; my demon owner sits down beside me, and I hug and nuzzle their side, still giggling!

My owner wraps an arm around me. "You sure are energetic today, kitty."

"Of course! It's finally gonna arrive today!"

They chuckle, stroking a hand down my little body. "It's not like this is anything new. What, was the collar I got you not good enough~?"

"But this one is special! It's OFFICIAL! And besides, you didn't even get one with a lock."

"Come on, I wasn't gonna spend extra on it just to lose the key and have to cut the thing off. You don't even need a lock anyway."

"But it's... Well, you know... I just want one, okay!?"

"Alright, alright." My owner lifts me up and sits me in their lap. "Guess I'll have to find a good place to store your key."

"You should carry it on you!"

"Why?"

"Well, it's... It's a representation of your power over me! You should wear it on a ring so that every time I hear it jingle I'll be reminded of my place!"

"Oh, you want a reminder, huh~?" They grab my wrist, and I feel magic pulse through me, spectral ropes springing forth. They loop around my arms and pull taut to bind them to my sides, and my pushing and wiggling to test their strength finds that they hold me nice and tight! Another touch on my legs summons more ropes, pulling my ankles to my thighs.

"There we go~" My owner pats my head and pets down my back, their hand passing through the ropes. "Feeling nice and reminded now~?"

I giggle and wiggle in my binds. "I dunno, I'd feel more reminded if you teased me by dangling my key in front of my face~"

"Tsk, you cats are impossible to please." They poke my mouth with a spark of magic, sealing my lips shut.

I just giggle anyway through my closed mouth, purring as my owner pets me and nuzzling into their touch-

*DING-DONG*

"Mmn! Mmf MMMMN!" I thrash against my bindings, but they hold tight! My owner shoves me off their lap and gets up to answer the door, leaving me to wiggle on the couch. I wiggle and twist, but I can't see what's happening. I try to worm my way across the couch to get a better angle, grunting all the while. After a particularly pathetic muffled cry, I overhear some conversation at the door.

"... just my pet beast, we were in the middle of something. BE QUIET, you're worrying the postman!"

I let out a disappointed whine, but don't make any more noise. There's a bit more chatting, a polite goodbye, then the door shutting, and I get right back to pleading like a puppy.

"Sheesh, I hear you, I hear you. Can't you just wait for-"

My owner steps into view with a box in hand, and I give another loud muffled cry!

They roll their eyes, plopping down on the couch hard enough to bounce me up. I nuzzle at the box, whining more.

"Oh? You sure are excited about some cardboard. Classic cat, obsessed with boxes~"

I headbutt the box with an angry grunt.

"Fine, let's empty this thing out so you can have your box, kitty." They raise a claw and slowly, agonizingly, drag it across the tape. They open up the cardboard flaps, one at a time, and FINALLY pull out the thick collar, the mark of their ownership of me. "Well lookie here, a collar! You wouldn't be interested in something like that, would you?"

I headbutt my owner.

"Nah, I didn't think so. Oh, but look, it's even got your name on it!" They show me the tag hanging from the front, with my name engraved on it, then they flip it around to show the name of who I'm property of. But with only a few seconds to soak in the sight, my owner pulls it away.

"Oh, and what a fancy lock!" They turn it around, getting a good look at the lock while I have to watch from a distance. Then they pull something else from the box. The key. I give a desperate moan, but my owner ignores me, continuing the show. They buckle it closed, then put the key in and turn it. It clicks, and they make a show of trying to pull it apart, to no avail. "Mhm, that's a sturdy lock. Once this thing's closed, it's closed!" They put the key in and unlock it again.

Then, they turn to me. "So. You want me to put this on you?"

I nod. "Mhm."

They bring the collar closer. "You want to have this around your neck, marking you as mine~?"

"Mmmm."

"You want me to leash you up and pull you around, keeping you by my side~?"

"Mmm, mmm!"

"You want me to lock it tight~ To never let you go~ To make you mine, and hold your freedom-" they dangle the key "-in the palm of my hand~"

"MMMMM!"

My owner chuckles, standing up from the couch and patting me on the head. I whine as they walk away, until they turn and snap their fingers.

The ropes disappear, and I can move my lips again. I lock eyes with my owner.

"Step forward, pet."

I slide off the couch and walk toward them, trapped in their gaze.

"Turn around."

I turn my back to them. My breath is shaky.

"Kneel."

I drop to my knees, sitting just the way my owner likes.

They loop the collar around my neck, putting the ends together to make it snug. I feel the pressure of the key being put in the lock...

"Who do you belong to, pet?"

"I belong to you."

"And what do you want me to do to you?"

"I... I want you to mark me as yours."

"... Ask nicely~"

"Please..." My heart rate rises, my breathing is fast- "Please collar me master!"

*click*

"I'm still not carrying this key around tho"

"Aw, come on!"

#original #my writing #domcycle world

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coolkraay · 2 years ago

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Tagged by @cygnetix to share my receiptify! I’m sharing all 3 (latest, 6 months, all time) because it’s fun why not!

Oh looky I really got into a new band.

I don’t know why Cause Perse is on this twice but it makes a lot of sense lol

Cha Cha Cha making it to my top tracks of all time already is pretty astounding tbh. Like, it beat Stefania, my top song of last year, by a mile apparently. It also beat songs I have had a penchant for listening on repeat to over several years too. Incredible, curious if it manages to hold on to that. Normally these kind of things require you to tag people which I will not be doing it’s past midnight here and I’m tired lol. I’m curious to see yall’s lists though if you want to share! Uhhh no need to do all 3 haha

#Kraay talks #tag game

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dreamrecorder · 4 years ago

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Two - Family in the Inn

Witnessing your first five years of life, Xiao concludes that you are a keenly perceptive child.

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Notes: Lookie~ a part two!! If you read Playing with the Wind, then you know who Brother Wind is ;) i will add the cut thingy tomorrow ksks

At the dead of the night, whispers float here and there with words that no mortal can hear and understand. They were faint, yet there was a thrill of excitement in these words. And just like the excitement the words carry, the winds pick up in a gentle and playful breeze.

To any mortal, all they would hear will be the rush of air that rustles the leaves and branches. However, there is a certain lad who hears them all. He hears the glee in these whispers tossed back and forth among the winds. He hears the wind spirits and he listens with a strum of his lyre.

Brother Wind! A child! A child!

We see a child, Brother Wind! We see a child!

A child under our brother, Demon Wind's Golden Wing!

We hear a sibling! A sibling!

Brother Wind! Do we have a new kin?

Ah, these spirits, always excited at the prospect of a new sibling. But the lad can't blame his kin for the wind spirits are always playful and innocent by nature.

Witnessing your first five years of life, Xiao concludes that you are a keenly perceptive child. He does this conclusion during a quiet night at the balcony of their home, Wangshu Inn.

Every night was a simple routine- wherein Xiao would carry you in his arms and sing a lullaby to lull you asleep. After which he would tuck you into your waiting bed, then he would go out to protect Liyue again. But for tonight, that simple routine was broken down by cheerful whispers of the wind.

Usually, Xiao would ignore these, knowing that these spirits wanted to simply mess and play with him. And usually the result would be the said spirits pestering him even more until Xiao just gives up and vanishes without a trace.

When the breeze picked up and the first wave of whispers came, what Xiao didn't expect was you to bolt right away from his hold and chase these spirits around shouting, "Wind spirits! Wind Spirits! Gēgē, can you see them?!"

At your gleeful eyes, the gentle breeze picked up in a brief moment of rush as it whispers,

They see us! They hear us!

Do you want to play with us, Little Wind?

Brother Demon Wind, can we play with Little Wind?

Of course, seeing the joy in your eyes, Xiao can't help but allow play time with a soft smile. Yet, he does not fail to remind you of your bedtime, "An hour, alright? Then you have to go to bed."

At his words, you beamed at him. Your little legs ran and with tiny arms, you hugged his legs. Looking up you exclaimed, "Thank you, gēgē!"

Ah but before you can run back to the winds, Xiao gently tugged your arm and grabbed your attention.

"Name?"

"Yes, gēgē?"

For a brief moment, Xiao carefully thought through his words. Your spiritual awareness... was quite alarming for him. "How did you know these are wind spirits?"

You hummed a bit as your body swayed in thought. "I don't know! But they feel like I played with them a lot of times before! Like-! Um, like..."

Then you're back to humming as you look for words with your brother patiently waiting.

"Aha! Like how you would play with me with your anemo!! Can I play with them now, gēgē?"

Another smile and another yes, you were now free to play with the wind!!

Play with us! Play with us, Little Wind! Thank you brother Demon Wind!

From that, Xiao concludes that you are a perceptive child. No mortal can even sense the most simplest of spirits, yet you felt them off the bat just because how much time the two of you played with his anemo. No wonder you learned quickly of his being as an adeptus. Worrisome, maybe? For such spiritual awareness also includes unkind spirits. But, at least he knows he can trust the Thousand Winds to look after you.

~~~

You were back in Liyue Harbor again, this time with your father. Since this was your second time, you were not familiar with the harbor yet. Thus, you kept close to your father as he bought the books needed for your upcoming education.

Books never failed to claim your interest, as they are always filled with stories that makes your imagination bloom in wonder. As such, books also never fail have your interest over them wane. However, for once, your interest was stolen by a cheerful voice singing along the strums of a lyre. Looking around, you find the source of such music. You couldn't see the singer, but with curiosity, you started moving towards the lull.

Thanks to your brother's anti-social skills and your small frame, you somehow got to slip through the crowd with ease as you let out occasional excuse me's. At first, the density was intimidating, but your curiosity for the bard and his voice became your motivation.

However, despite your best efforts, you didn't get to see the performance as the crowd began applauding and then going onto separate ways. To say the least, you were saddened, but when you saw the face behind music- happiness and recognition shone in your eyes.

"Brother Wind!"

Nobody- no mortal calls him that and Venti froze but thawing in an instant as he came to realization. There's only one person- one mortal who would call him that. A mortal that his kin would share stories about in glee.

"Little Wind?"

The winds always whisper words here and there. Yet these words that float amongst the leaves fluttering in the wind are never heard nor understood by mortal ears.

All except you.

The wind always tell you stories, and one of them is Brother Wind. A bard who hails from the City of Freedom and sings day and night with his words carried by his very essence. An essence you were familiar with when playing with the spirits and with your brother.

The Little Wind and Brother Wind meets! What joy! What joy!

Let us look for brother Demon Wind to tell and enjoy!

~~~

Seeing his little sibling walk hand in hand with the stupid bard had irked Xiao. With quick and agile movements, Xiao picked you up and glared at the grinning Venti. He whispered angrily at the wind, to which only the Archon can hear. Your status as Archon be damned but I am not letting you near him/her if you still have your ridiculous drinking habits.

Oh come on, Xiao! You know I would never drink in front of a child, much more in front of your little sibling!

Xiao only glared some more but Venti only kept grinning and you are getting weirded out by their contest. Probably an adult thing, you thought.

Throughout Venti's stay in the inn, it had become an embarrassing ride for Xiao. The former would poke fun at him every now and then about how he's gone soft and Xiao is this *close* to kicking him out. But he can't becuase of how suddenly attached you became to the bard. And maybe- maybe there was this twinge in his heart.

It was something that happens occasionally. A thought of doubt resurfacing in his head whenever he's alone while battling the hidden evils of the land. With geniune honesty, Xiao feels truly blessed to have you- but there are times in the darkest pits of his head, that everything he has right now- he does not deserve.

Venti would make for a better bro-

"Hey, Name, among me, the spirits, and Xiao, who's the best playmate?" Venti asked you as you colored on your notebook.

And without even missing a second, you shouted that one word again that pulled Xiao away from the dark thoughts that were about to resurface.

"Gēgē!"

But you didn't stop.

"Gege is the best in everything! He lets me play with his anemo always! And then when we play, he always lets me choose the game first and then we take turns choosing! Not only play time! There's also story time! Gēgē has the best stories! He told me stories about the glaze lillies, the Geo Archon, and the Adepti!

And then we always eat Almond Tofu if it's story time! It's so yummy and sweet and soft! Even Achi Xiangling and mama, papa and Uncle Yanxiao love gēgē's Almond Tofu! You have to try it too Brother Wind!"

All that and you finished with a proud huff of your breath!!

And all throughout, Xiao could only look at you wide teary wide eyes with mouth agape. Seeing him, you pouted, "G-gēgē, d-did I say something wrong?"

At your question, he quickly snapped out of his stupor and hugged you tight. "You did nothing wrong." He quickly reassured as he kissed your forehead.

"Then why are you crying?"

Xiao then wiped his eyes and chuckled lightly, "This is what you call happy tears, Name."

"I didn't make you sad then?"

Again, Xiao hugged you close and he felt your tiny arms do the same, "You made me the happiest than you would ever know since the moment you were born. I- I love you so much, Name."

"I love you, too, gēgē!"

Venti and the Thousand Winds had etched this moment in their memory forever. After all, this was the first time they saw their brother Demon Wind experience and reciprocate pure, genuine love to another. And on the notebook you were coloring on, was a rough drawing of you and Xiao sharing a fresh plate of almond tofu <3.

A/N: and thats it for the second ksks!! I wonder what comes next??? To those who ship xiaoven- i'll say sorry in advance bcos in terms of background relationships- it's venti and zhongli, the old geezers ksks i just love those two together lmao

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bamboozledchaos · 3 years ago

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justkending · 4 years ago

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Moral of the Story. Chapter Six.

Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all these years to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of old loves and lives all comes back for the two.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N

Word Count: 3700+

A/N: Tags are closed for the rest of the series!! Please turn on your notifications if you want updates:) Also, this chapters a good one;)

Chapter Six:

That night, Y/N had plans with Wanda and Vis to go out and get a drink. However, when she called to double check, they asked if they could reschedule for another day. She told them that she was actually planning on staying a full week from Monday and that anytime that week would work for them.

So she spent the afternoon hanging out with Chloe who came home in the late morning. They went shopping in the art district and caught up over coffee before going thrifting and heading back home before dinner.

Once dinner was over, where Sherri, Thomas, Chloe, and Y/N hung out as a family, the parents went to bed early and Chloe went over to a friend's house to hang out again. Leaving Y/N by herself reading a book on the back porch.

After reading the same page for the 10th time, she let out a huff from not being able to still her mind from the events of the morning.

She looked over at the clock, seeing it was only 9:00. But in her head, it was six. She bit her thumb as she stared at the clock ticking away with each second. After about 14 tiks, she rolled her eyes before going upstairs and changing.

Maybe a night in town by herself would be nice. She noticed there was a bar Wanda and Vis had mentioned that was next to where they planned to eat and figured she deserved a drink after today.

So she put on a pair of nice jeans and a simple t-shirt with an old jean jacket that was twice her size from highschool. She fit into a little better now, but it was definitely still giant on her figure. Grabbing her dad’s car keys, she made her way to the mystery bar.

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Upon arriving at the bar, she realized it was a Saturday night, so it was busier than she had planned.

She found a seat at the bar and ordered a local beer before scanning out the place.

It was nice. Not really a dive bar, but an actual nice bar. There was still a pool table and a little game spot to the side, but there were booths full of people eating and talking, and even a DJ with a small dance floor on the other side.

It was a neat little place. Nothing special, but they seemed to know how to make a good drink given the reviews on the menu they proudly displayed from past customers.

Y/N was going over the menu having finished her last drink pretty fast, but before she could even read the second option on the menu, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

“Well, looky here. If it isn’t Mrs. Barnes herself.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows turning at the comment and instantly, her eyes widened.

“James?”

“Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing here?” he sauntered to the empty barstool by her. She noticed a weird sway in his walk that helped her put two and two together that something was off with him.

“I’m getting a drink,” she answered confused, lifting the beer bottle in her hand.

“I thought you didn’t drink,” he slurred. “And a beer, hmm? I figured that if you ever did start drinking, it would be the fruity stuff,” he chuckled, leaning his head in his hand that was propped on the counter.

She paid no mind to his thoughts and shot him a glare. “Are you drunk, James?”

He pouted his lips and shrugged with an ‘I don’t know, am I?’ look on his face. It quickly dropped and turned into a smirk as he readjusted in the seat.

“You know, I hate that you call me James now,” he huffed, swiveling in his seat to face forward at the bar.

“It is your name,” Y/N shook her head with a sigh. Lord this was going to be interesting. She looked around trying to find Steve or Sam even. “Are you here by yourself?”

“It’s only my name to people who don’t know me. My friends call me Bucky and you’re my friend,” he pouted again, but wasn’t looking at her. Only swirling the amber liquid in the glass tumbler she realized he had in hand now.

“Friend’s a stretch,” she mumbled, taking a long swig of the new drink. He didn’t hear her though. She looked around a little harder and couldn’t find any sign of someone they knew. “Really. Are you here alone?”

“Yes, and so are you,” he noted, finally turning to her.

“Yes, but I’m not plastered.”

“Give it some time and you could be,” he winked.

She shook her head watching as he almost slipped from his chair.

“Ja-”

“Please don’t call me that, doll. I don’t have it in me to hear you make me feel like a stranger,” he mumbled flagging down the bartender. “Can I get another one please?” He asked, raising his now empty glass. The bartender looked at him with a judging eye, and Y/N jumped in before he could possibly say yes.

“A water. He’ll have water instead,” she smiled softly. “Please and thank you.”

“Got it,” the bartender nodded before going to get him a glass.

“That’s not what I asked for,” Bucky groaned.

“We don’t always get our way, do we?” Y/N sighed, taking a long pull from her own drink. When she finally pulled away, almost emptying the glass, she noticed Bucky staring at her. “What? What are you looking at?” she said, slightly off put by the longing look he was giving her without even trying to hide it.

He broke when he noticed her giving him a weirded outlook and stood up.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

Without a second for her to react, he stood up quickly and walked to the back where the restroom signs hung above.

The bartender came back a minute later and slid the glass of water across the counter in replacement to the empty tumbler that he took back.

“You know that guy? Is he bugging you?” he asked, looking at Y/N who was now holding her head in her hands.

“I do. He’s an old family friend,” she answered looking down. “Can I get another?” she asked, shaking the now empty beer bottle to the man with a small pleading smile.

“I can get you something stronger you know? I feel like you may need it,” he said, and she noticed his tone had changed from just a server to something a little more flirty. His smirk giving away his intentions.

I mean, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was a young, probably early 30 year old guy, who for sure made time in his schedule to go to the gym. He had a clean shave, showing his sharp features too.

“Is it that obvious?” she chuckled, sending him back a small smirk of her own.

“You look a little strung out,” he chuckled, going to get another drink made up without her having to say yes.

“Saying it's been an eventful day, would be putting it lightly,” she sighed loudly.

The guys nodded his head in understanding and smiled as he shook up a new concoction. He poured in impressively into a glass and placed a cherry and lime on top before handing it off to her.

“On the house for that one then,” he winked. She smiled, adding a hint of flirtatious eye contact to the man, might as well. She was single… Kinda. “Hey, we make a mean batch of shredded chicken nachos too if you're hungry. I might be able to get you a discount.”

“Oh, I’m actually-,” she started, but was quickly interrupted.

“She’s vegetarian,” Bucky practically growled at the man behind the bar as he took his seat back.

“Oh,” the guy said, taken aback.

“He’s right, but thank you for the offer,” she smiled politely before sending Bucky a glare. Unfortunately he didn’t see it as he was sending a glare of his own to the man on the other side of the counter.

Knowing Bucky would make matters worse, she decided to move on from the bartender for the moment.

“I’m so sorry about him,” she scoffed, placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder to bring his attention back to her and deter his evil stare from the innocent person. “I think I’m going to get him home actually.”

“I’m not going home yet,” Bucky spoke up, being ignored by the two anyway.

“Probably a good idea,” the mystery bartender man nodded before looking back at Y/N with that flirty grin again. “Listen, I don’t know if you’re here very often, but I’ll be on shift tomorrow the same time if you wanted to drop by. Maybe I can get you some of our famous fries instead,” he winked, leaning more her direction.

“That actually sounds nice,” she began.

“Well, I hate to break it to you sir, but she’s married,” Bucky said with a deep voice almost perfectly sober now.

Y/N shot him wide eyes and saw that any form of drunkenness was hidden in that moment. He had become a big alpha male right there and was showing he was not one to mess with. Was he seriously jealous? Of a man offering her a drink and fries?

“James!” Y/N smacked his arm.

“What? Am I wrong?” he responded, a hint of anger in his response to her as his eyes showed pain when he made eye contact with her finally.

“Yes! Very!” Y/N responded.

“On the contrary, I’m not,” he said, taking a step closer.

The two were now chest to chest as he looked down at her and she looked up at him. The tension high and their eyes staring into the others soul. Anger and hurt in both their stances and stares.

“I need to go help another customer,” the bartender spoke up awkwardly.

Y/N broke from the stare down and sent him an apologetic look. Bucky was still looking at her as if his eyes were magnetically attached to her face.

“I’m so sorry,” she paused looking for a name tag and seeing Bradley inscripted on a metal plate pinned to his shirt. “Bradley. I don’t know why,” she hissed looking at Bucky for a second who rolled his eyes at her before she turned back. “He’s acting this way.”

“It’s fine. You guys have a good night,” he waved off with a kind smile before sending Bucky a weary look and going back to his job.

Y/N took a deep breath before turning to Bucky who was still inches from her and looking down at her. His face was stoic and grumpy.

“How did you get here?” He didn’t answer her harsh tone. “James, how did you get here?” she said, this time leaving no room for silence as she gave him a death glare.

“I drove,” he answered deeply.

“Give me your keys,” she laid her hand out in front of him.

“No.”

“Stop acting like a literal child and give me your keys.” The stubbornness between the two only grew as the other refused to break. “Fine, don’t give me your keys. I’m driving you home either way.”

“I’m not ready to go home,” he slurred some. His facade of trying to cover his drunkenness was fading as he eased up on trying to intimidate someone now.

“Well, I say you are. Come on,” she rolled her eyes, taking his hand and dragging him to the door.

“Hey!” he fought back, but she was walking too fast that his alcohol soaked brain was only focused on not tripping and couldn’t work on stopping himself.

“God, you are a mess. Can’t do anything without fucking supervision,” she mumbled once they were outside.

“You have a mouth on you,” he said as he crossed his arms and waited for her to fish out the keys.

“Yeah, well, some of us have changed since college,” she retorted.

“I’ve changed,” he said softly.

“You sure as hell aren’t acting like it,” she said through her teeth, frustrated in not finding the keys fast enough.

“Do you only remember our bad moments? Is that all you allow yourself to think of?” he shot back, but she ignored him and opened his door before moving to the driver side.

The car ride to Bucky’s shared apartment with Steve was filled with tension. Bucky sitting like a scolded child on the side while Y/N was the parent furious with him for causing a scene in a public place.

“That Bradley guy flirts with every girl that walks in there,” he mumbled about 5 minutes into the drive. He didn’t get a response. When he looked over to see if she had reacted at all, all he saw was a bitch face on her that was focused on the road ahead. “He’s kinda a dick from what I’ve heard the girls say about him that go in and out.”

“Are you there that often that you know the waitstaff's dating profiles?” she sassed.

“No, I’m just saying from what I know, he doesn’t deserve you.” He had said the last part so softly, that if the car wasn’t as awkwardly quiet as it was, Y/N wouldn’t have been able to make it out.

She turned to look at him finally and saw him with his head propped against the glass of the window. He was avoiding eye contact and had opted to watching the city lights pass by for the rest of the car ride.

Y/N wasn’t sure how to respond or if she even should. What was the point anyway? He wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning and she wasn’t supposed to care… At least that’s what she told herself.

She was able to get to the apartment after Wanda sent his and Steve’s address thankfully.

“Ok, we’re here,” Y/N parked in the front of the apartment.

It was one of those buildings that looked like a house in a neighborhood where all of them were side by side going up 3 floors. But in their case, each floor was a different flat/apartment. It was updated and in the nicer part of town, so clearly he and Steve were well off.

From what Wanda had said, Bucky was on the top floor and Steve was renting out the middle floor within the next month. So he had been crashing at Bucky’s until the lease for the current tenant was up and the space was open.

“Thanks,” Bucky groaned. He had sobered up some from the drive, but considering how far gone he was earlier, he couldn’t be that much better.

He opened the door and sloppily got out of the car almost tripping on the curb and stumbling to the steps.

Y/N groaned leaning forward and hitting her head on the steering wheel by her hands.

“Don’t do it Y/N. Don’t do it,” she repeated, but when she looked back up, he was sitting on the middle of the steps with one hand rubbing his temple. “And you’re going to do it…”

She got out of the car and came to the front of him. Her anger had dissipated some and now she felt pity for the poor guy.

“You good?” she asked, and he looked up with her in surprise.

“I got a little dizzy,” he answered before going back massaging his head.

“Need some help?” she sighed, offering her hand.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at the gesture before looking at her.

“Why are you being nice? I’ve only been a drunken dick to you tonight,” he groaned, taking her hand anyway. “I’m surprised you didn’t dump me off and speed away.”

“Yeah, well. We’ve all been dicks at some point. Doesn’t mean we don’t deserve a helping hand here and there,” she nodded as they walked up the steps. “What button do I push?”

“Last one on the right,” Bucky said, putting his head back down as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned on the door for support from the world spinning around him.

She did as told, and the button let out a blunt ring as it called the floor above.

“Hello?” a voice replied.

“Steve? It’s Y/N,” she answered.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Steve asked in shock.

“I’m delivering you your drunk best friend. Mind ringing me up?” she answered in a tired tone.

“Uh, yeah, yeah! One sec.” The bell sounded, giving the two access to the unlocked door now.

Bucky rolled away from it as Y/N opened it for them both and they started their way to the nice elevator off to the side by the stairs.

Once the doors shut, Bucky looked over to Y/n who had been avoiding eye contact the entire time. He finally took in her presence and noticed she was wearing one of her favorite jean jackets from highschool. One that he had actually gifted to her. He chuckled a little at it as it still hung loosely on her even after all these years.

“What are you laughing at?” she asked.

And when he met her eyes, he didn’t see the harsh bite back that he had received most of the evening. Instead, there was a small sense of amusement in her question.

“Nothing, just the jacket,” he pointed.

She looked down as if she forgot what she was wearing and then it registered.

“Right, you gave me this for one of our anniversaries,” she chuckled some. He hadn’t heard a genuine laugh from her this entire day. Sure it was the smallest and diluted chuckle ever, but It sounded nice.

“Still have the patch?” he asked.

She pulled it away from her body some and looked in the breast pocket, nodding.

When he had got it, it was nothing special but an older, worn out, and thrifted jean jacket. But to make it special, he found a little iron on patch of the world to put inside the pocket. He had told her that she always had the world in her pocket with the light that she was for it. She would and could do just about anything to make a room and this entire planet light up just by smiling.

Bucky couldn’t help the goofy smile that came across his face knowing she didn’t rip it out in spite at some point in all these years. That jacket had a little more meaning to them then just being a shield from the brisk air.

Once the elevator reached the floor, Y/N motioned Bucky out.

“I don’t know where to go from here, so I hope you’re sober enough to point me the right direction,” she smirked playfully.

Bucky returned it, not wanting to chance taking away the civil actions happening in the moment.

“Right,” he agreed, coming out and making his way down the new hall. “Steve,” he shouted loudly. Lucky for them, they had the whole floor to themselves.

Steve’s head poked out of the door less than a second later.

“Hey,” he said with a confused face that was attempting to be covered by a kind smile.

“I’m going to go inside before I made more of a fool of myself,” Bucky mumbled, pushing past Steve who moved to the outside of the hall. “Thanks for bringing me back, Y/N,” he said with a tight embarrassed smile. “Sorry for being a dick again.”

Not that Y/N would have said anything back, but even if she had, he stalked away with his head low and disappeared into the apartment before she would have a chance.

“Do I want to know?” Steve sighed.

“Uh, even I’m not too sure what went on tonight,” Y/N responded, putting her hand in the jacket pockets and rocking on her feet.

“Do I need to apologize for his actions?” Steve chuckled, looking down at her bashfully.

“He’s a big boy Stevie, he can take responsibilities for his actions,” Y/N chuckled back.

“Right. You would think he would act like the grown man that he is, but it looks as though we were both thrown for a loop tonight.”

“Guess so.”

“Hey, Wanda told me you’re here for the week now. Your travel plans changed. Are the rumors true?” Steve asked, moving the subject away from the awkward one.

“Uh, yeah. I was going to text you tomorrow morning, but looks like I was beat to the punch.”

“Well, we’ll all have to hang out soon then. It’s been too long,” he winked. The two gave each other a quick hug, but Steve didn’t let go and looked down at her. “How are you doing? Clearly the other part of this equation isn’t doing too hot,” he noted, looking in the open apartment door before back at her.

“Seems we are handling the second part of this divorce a little different than the other, but I can’t say it’s been fun,” she responded, following his eyeline. “Uh, listen. I hate to see you for like two seconds after all this time and split, but I’m kinda beat from the day.”

Steve pulled away and patted her back nodding.

“No, no. I completely understand. I know from experience, drunk Bucky isn't an easy one to take care of. Plus... Everything else on top of that.”

“Yeah...”

“You go ahead and head home. I’ll call you later to set up a time for the team to meet and catch up. Sound good?”

“Sounds like a plan, Cap,” she winked.

He rolled his eyes with a smile before waving her off. “Want me to walk you down?”

“Nah, I parked right out front. I should be fine,” she shook her head as she headed back for the elevators. “Um, his car is still at the bar by the way. You may need to go pick it up tomorrow. I didn’t want him driving home, given his state.”

“Thank you for that. I’m sorry again,” Steve grimaced.

“Don’t apologize, just uh… Just get him some advil and lots of water. I’ll see you later.”

“Will do. Bye, Everest!” he bantered back with her own nickname.

“God, haven’t heard that one in years,” she laughed before the elevator doors shut.

With a heavy sigh and lots of thoughts on her mind, the car ride home felt like it never happened.

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lifblogs · 3 years ago

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Can you write another fic in which Anakin indulges his pregnant padme kink? Or we all indulge our pregnant padme kink?

Not like this took forever or anything /s (so sorry).

Tagging: @helbertinelli, and @anidalalover99

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Pregnancy was annoying. Between the morning sickness, and sore breasts, and swollen ankles, and the changes in the weight and shape of her body, Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo was quite over the whole affair. And this was while completely ignoring the fact that she wasn’t supposed to be pregnant; at least not with a Jedi’s baby.

The few purposes it did serve were minor: she no longer had to worry about her cycle, her hair was healthier than ever… but that was about as far as that went.

Right now none of those things mattered. What mattered was that she missed her husband, Jedi General Anakin Skywalker.

Her last communication with him had been a few rotations ago while he was on Anaxes. Despite him being systems away she had wanted to tell him of her pregnancy. Maybe out of fear, maybe out of a joy she didn’t want to let herself feel, maybe out of guilt. Or perhaps all three. Yet she hadn’t. He needed to focus. She herself needed to focus.

Which was so far from easy when her pregnant body was currently telling her she missed her husband in more ways than one.

Luckily Padmé was already alone in her apartments. But she had a proposal to finish, and later she was supposed to meet up with Senator Bail Organa to review it before pushing it in the Senate. Now was not the time for this.

She tried to focus on her datapad, but she found herself having to read what she’d already written to try and get back into the swing of things. Yet her mind was still nearly blank. Well, not blank. Just… completely unfocused.

All she could think about was the throbbing in between her legs, the heat, the wetness she was sure was there. And unbidden her mind went to Anakin, gloriously naked, above her in her bed, body wanting and ready. And he was on her, and she was on him, and they were entwined in many positions. They were kriffing on his ship, on her ship, in her office… She was on her knees for him, his head was in between her legs. Her hands were entwined in the incredibly soft curls of his hair. Their lips touched, their tongues met. Again and again she saw him, nearly felt him.

No, the proposal!

She throbbed mercilessly, wanting. Stupid pregnancy! She knew what was causing this. Stupid hormones, stupid blood going in between her legs to promote a healthy environment for the baby.

Oh sweet universe and all the Sith hells she wanted Anakin.

Padmé gave in, and placed the datapad down, sighing.

No, no. She shouldn’t.

Yet the wanting in her changing body was calling. What had started as a whisper minutes ago was now a moan. So maybe a break would be alright. Besides, getting this over with would help her focus, surely.

Hesitant about her new body, she held her swelling belly as she lifted up her skirts and shifted on the couch. Leaning back now, legs spread, she lifted up her skirt, chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

Padmé fully gave in when her right hand went in between her legs and touched her soaking wet folds. She liberally coated her fingers in her wetness, teasing and pressing at her entrance just a tad, and held herself back from tensing her muscles or moving her hips. She tossed her head back and bit her bottom lip, whimpering, when she touched her swollen clit. Sensation flowed through her in a burning wave, and from that single touch she knew she couldn’t stop till she was satisfied.

She writhed on the couch, her hips undulating in small motions as she touched herself, as her movements became frantic and nearly vicious. She rubbed and rubbed at herself, and even pinched and flicked, and slapped. When her fingers were no longer wet enough she’d delve them into herself, walls squeezing, wanting more.

Oh, Ani…

She wished he were here, wished he was pressed against her, frantically stroking himself and letting her watch. Letting her see him getting ready to enter her. And oh, how she wanted to prepare him, and let him know how much she wanted him.

And she wanted his mouth on her, his fingers on her, and in her. She wanted to be pressed up against him, even with some of the self conscious thoughts that had managed to weedle their way into her mind about her belly.

Wet heat lived and thrummed in her, and pure, bright pleasure traveled up to her lower abdomen, pounding, and throbbing, and begging.

The contractions of her walls when she came were powerful, and pleasure seemed to burst through her, and then she was riding her hand, riding through the fire. It engulfed her belly, leaving her feeling wet, and weak.

Breathing heavy, letting out a few last moans, she removed her hand from in between her legs. Unconsciously, she was rubbing her stomach, even as a few final pulses pressed at her.

Padmé consciouslessly breathed in deep, and tried to settle herself, though the sensation of floating peacefulness still surrounded her. Yet, she looked down at where her baby was in her, and nerves took her again.

Deciding to calm those nerves once again, she changed positions and laid down length-wise on the couch, propped up on pillows. She let out a guttural moan as she touched herself once more.

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Anakin hadn’t been able to focus all day. The only thought in his head was that Padmé was pregnant.

He was going to be a father!

But more than that, from what he’d seen of her body so far she seemed beautiful, glowing—well, she always was, but now more so than usual. And he wanted her, wanted to experience the changes she’d gone through, wanted to touch, and feel, and explore. He knew at night he would be able to, but he lost himself while he was back at her apartments unwinding and she was in a meeting.

He lay down on the bed he often shared with her, the bed he sometimes spent whole days in, rolling around playfully with his wife, learning new things about their bodies and what they could do, testing limits and pushing past them when they both agreed.

But now he wasn’t thinking about those limits they enjoyed testing, those new things they discovered. Instead, all he could think of was holding her from behind, hands wrapped around her swollen belly, and knowing that she was like that because of him.

He had the power, combined with her, to change her body, to create life within it. And he’d done so. They’d done so.

His thoughts stopped making sense as his Jedi issued pants that were supposed to be loose started to feel too tight. (Really, he liked having them tight anyway, for when Padmé saw him in them. She’d admitted to loving his thighs, and had left many a mark on them before with her mouth.)

He lay on the bed, barely thinking of the present as he pulled down the light pants and gripped himself. A groan left him, and he thrust up into his hand.

Padmé, Padmé, Padmé…

He squeezed and pumped hard, not at all caring that he was dry, liking the rough friction of it, and he just thought of burying himself in her, even thought of when he could have impregnated her.

Was it that time he’d taken her against the wall, her legs wrapped around him, and she’d had no place to go?

Or that time she’d ridden him into oblivion?

Or when they went slow and gentle and took over an hour, and were sweaty and covered in each other by the time they were done?

Or maybe when she’d ridden him right on the couch, or perhaps that time she’d sent for him on “official” business and they’d messed up her desk?

Anakin spent many moments entangled with Padmé in between missions. He never knew what was going to happen when he left, what he would face. And he couldn’t always be with her, so he took every opportunity he got.

Now he just imagined all those positions they would entangle themselves in, pressing, and pushing, and grinding, and undulating. They’d bite, and suck, and lick, and kiss, and sometimes they’d play around. But now he just imagined cumming in her, of filling her up, filling her till he trickled out of her, and he’d put some on his fingers to have her suck up for him.

Imagined covering her in it, of pressing deep into her till she was crying out and trembling as they held each other, and he was nearly screaming, and he released deep into her.

He didn’t care that it wasn’t supposed to have happened, that she wasn’t supposed to be pregnant.

She was, and Anakin had been responsible.

He pumped himself vigorously, squeezing hard, and waves of pleasure overtook him and seemed to penetrate deep into him. He was breathless, pleasure plunging straight up to his stomach, and practically into his chest, his breaths. His head spun.

With moments of his body filling his wife permeating his mind, Anakin came, hard. And as he lay there, coming down from it, not caring about the mess he’d made, he pictured his hands on the bare skin of her belly as he entered her from behind.

“Oh kriff…” he breathed, as he lay there bonelessly on the bed.

~~~

Anakin couldn’t contain himself when night came, and it seemed Padmé couldn’t as well. What a shame that she’d brushed her hair, seeing as it was just going to get ruined. That was one of the reasons Anakin had been smiling at her on the balcony; in his mind’s eye he’d seen himself tangling his hands in her curls, tugging her head back to kiss her neck. She was positively glowing, and seemed to be filled with more life than Anakin could understand. Maybe that was the baby, but he wanted to take all of her in, and have her take all of him in.

Somehow their talking had drawn them closer, and then they were kissing on the balcony, Anakin’s hand on her stomach, fingers tingling from the touch, even through the silk of her elaborate nightgown.

But they’d made it over to the bed, and they sat on the edge, with her somewhat awkwardly straddling his lap. She had barely started moving against him even as her lips sought his again and again before he was raging hard.

Padmé pulled back and giggled, looking into his eyes, hands curled in his hair.

“That was easy,” she said.

Anakin groaned, and pressed up into her, the hands on her hips pulling her against him, moving her. And he felt her stomach, felt the knowledge of what he’d done to her, of what they’d done together, against him.

He smiled. “I’m just so enamored by you, by this.” He reached a hand in between them and touched the top of her belly.

She heaved in a deep breath, mouth open. Anakin’s whole body seemed to tingle, wanting, and there was a deep pressure in his gut and one building beneath his balls. Watching the rise and fall of his chest, hand right near her pregnancy-enlarged breasts, he couldn’t help himself, and began to take her nightgown off.

“Hey, go easy with that,” she warned in a light, playful voice. “Those pearls are from the lake country.”

He kissed her to ease her worries.

“Then I’ll go easy.” Anakin grinned. “Just until I get your clothes off.”

“Oh, so you think we’re going to get our clothes off and we’re just going to kriff mindlessly like some love-drunk couple who hasn’t been married for at least a couple of years?”

“Padmé,” he breathed, working on getting the skirt of her nightgown up over her hips, pressing into the bare skin beneath, “I always want to make love to you like that. I always want you completely satisfied. I want to take you till I’m all you know, till our love is all you know. I want to be with you over and over…”—he began to punctuate his words with kisses—“and over again.”

“What happened to that Jedi who can be so gentle? Maybe I like him too.”

“He’ll come back once you’ve tired him out.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Care to find out?”

“Oh, yes I do,” Padmé breathed before pulling back, trusting him to hold her as she pulled her nightgown off.

Anakin twitched in his pants and light and pressure burst through him, leaving him fearing that he would cum in his pants before they’d even gotten started.

A deep moan emanating straight from his chest left him, and he pulled her against him, albeit more awkwardly than what they were used to. But he enjoyed that her stomach was no longer flat, enjoyed the rather prominent baby bump pressing against him.

Stars, he hadn’t realized he’d find Padmé being pregnant so attractive. His muddled head decided he should’ve gotten her pregnant sooner.

Their breaths twined together, even as their tongues did, even as they pressed and pulled at each other, Anakin’s fingers leaving temporary red marks on her hips. His scalp stung pleasantly from her tugging at his hair.

Now she held his jaw, grip almost too tight, and he relished in it.

“Get your kriffing clothes off now,” she demanded.

Anakin grinned, kissed the tip of her nose, and then helped her off of him. He didn’t play around as he got up and undressed. His sole thoughts were her, eyeing her as she sat on the bed, leaning back, weight against her arms and hands. It left her belly prodding out, and him wanting to touch and kiss.

Once his Jedi robes were off, Anakin was on his knees before her, hands running over her stomach, eyes staring. He couldn’t believe this was real. His beautiful, wonderful wife was pregnant. Because of him.

Anakin began to kiss her stomach, and the laugh she let out was like the tinkling of pure water as it rushed over stones to a pool glowing with sunlight.

Padmé was that sunlight. She was the burning stars in the void of space, and in that light she carried his own, carried what they’d made together.

So beautiful.

Anakin moaned and began to suck against her skin. Then, he felt something, like a little push near his right hand.

Delight soared through his chest, and he pulled back, looking up into her warm brown eyes.

“Was that—?”

She nodded. “The baby kicked.”

A laugh left Anakin, filling the small space between them.

He kissed where the baby had kicked, and he even pressed his cheek up against her skin.

Padmé ran her hands through his hair, and that stoked the already-raging fire in him to a brilliant light. With a quiet, wordless growl, he pushed her back, and opened her legs. In seconds he had his mouth on her, tasting her, doing what he could to praise this small part of her that had helped lead to her pregnancy.

She began to undulate against him, letting out small, high-pitched sounds of pleasure.

“Kriff, Anakin, oh that feels so good.”

He glanced up at her, tonguing her clit in light, quick motions.

He kissed her wet folds, and then pulled back to murmur, “Hold your legs open for me.”

Padmé’s skin seemed to flush at that, and Anakin grew very interested in the rise and fall of her breasts with her peaked nipples. Later, he told himself. He’d get to that after.

She gave a quick nod, then did as he said. This further opened her up to him, and his cock twitched. Oh kriff.

A moan left him as he went back to praising her in between her legs, sucking, and kissing desperately. His hands reached for her stomach, and he caressed, marveling at the shape of her, at the roundness underneath his hands. Tingles erupted beneath his balls, light pressure pushing up, and precum dribbled from his cock. It was nearly enough to have Anakin plunge into her, but not yet. He wanted her pulsing against him first.

With his tongue he teased at her entrance, and felt the slight throbs and contractions as her body begged for him. He wanted to put his fingers in her, beckon her body into climax, but stars, he couldn’t stop touching her stomach.

She began to shudder, her legs shaking, as he was thorough with eating her out.

A cry left her, and Anakin had to grab hold of her hips to keep her steady as her body lost control, bursting with pleasure because of him. He desperately licked at her swollen clit, loving the feel of it against his tongue, loving the heady taste of her, loving the way she pulsed. He did so until her body relaxed, and then with a few quick motions he was above her, holding her face as he kissed her.

Padmé moaned against him, feeling his body, leaving him nearly bursting with want. When she gripped his cock, he pulled back to draw in a hiss, teeth clenched. He nearly collapsed, and had to hold himself up with his forearms.

His wife just grinned at him, not even daring to apologize.

Anakin bared his teeth at her, and then nipped at her jaw.

“Hey, you know the rules. No visible marks.”

“Sorry,” he breathed. He licked instead and then ever so gently pressed his lips to her, kissing over to her mouth.

She was desperate when their lips met, and she ended up pushing him back, clearly wanting to move farther up the bed.

“Come here,” she demanded, eyes somehow roving over all of him at once, leaving his cheeks even more flushed.

“Actually, I have a better idea,” he told her, voice low and rough.

“Oh?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Stand by the bed,” he requested, “and put your hands on it. You’re going to need to brace yourself.”

A moan left her at the mere idea, and she quickly did as he said. Anakin breathed in deep, taking in the sweet scent of her slightly sweaty hair as he pressed up against her from behind.

He held her close, murmuring his love to her. Then, with her helpfully arching her back, he got in her. He squeezed his eyes shut, ducking his head against her shoulder, groaning at the feel of her. She was hot, and tight, and soft.

Anakin quivered against her, and she pushed back onto him, mouth open in a loud moan.

He pushed, and pushed, nearly close to tears from realizing that this very act was what had created their baby, had made her so very beautiful.

Their breaths seemed to become as one, and once he was all the way in her, he ran his hands over her. And he was in her. Oh stars, he was in her, and he had the ability to praise the inside of her, to show her just how much he adored her, and adored what her body could do. And he wanted to be in deep, so deep they would forget each other.

It had been so long since they’d been together that Anakin began to take her with hard, fast thrusts, and she kept her back arched, pushing back into him.

Padmé was crying out with each thrust into her, and she tightened herself around him. Anakin let out a cry, and bit down against her shoulder. He held her, kept her close, kept her with him, and felt the way her body had changed, felt what he’d done to her, what they’d done together.

In minutes she was coming around him, and he plunged into her through it, nearly driving her down into the bed.

“Ani,” Padmé gasped out, “I want to ride you.”

He gave one final hard thrust, and she let out what might’ve been a squeak.

For long moments he held her, brushed his face against her hair, and licked at her earlobes.

But then he obliged, beyond ready for her to take control of him.

When Padmé was on him all he saw was stars, and in it he saw her, her beauty, the way she glowed as she rode him. She was like an angel, a goddess, a queen, and she was his, and he was hers.

Padmé wasn’t gentle about riding him, and she scratched her nails over his chest and stomach, leaving red marks that would take at least a few days to heal.

“Harder,” he begged, voice rough and guttural. “Please… Padmé, harder.”

She obliged, bouncing and rolling on him till he could barely stand it, digging her nails in so that the stinging pain burned pleasure through him.

As she went at him, used him, he began to feel light-headed, and tension was coiled tight in his gut and in between his legs. Suddenly, pressure seemed to shoot up from his toes, and pressed just underneath his balls. That pressure rode through him, pushing out of his now-throbbing cock. Pleasure burst through him, even going up into his stomach. He felt more alive than ever before, yet all fuzzy, and he couldn’t hear a thing. He thought maybe he was screaming. And then Padmé was coming on him, as if her body was milking him for more of his cum, even though it didn’t need it now.

When things began to make a little more sense, Padmé was off of him, slowly stroking his wet cock. Pain flashed through him, and he curled into her, staring into her eyes, desperate for the touch of her body against his.

She stopped as he began to soften, and then she lay against him. Anakin breathed her in, a hand on her belly once more. Still overcome with comfortable, hazy heat, he began to suck at her breasts, and to caress and squeeze them. Yet he always kept one hand on her stomach, marveling at the wonder of her.

“Ani, I’m scared about our baby,” she admitted quietly.

“Padmé, this baby is a blessing. I’m already so happy. Let’s just enjoy this moment.”

She nodded, and then turned about, so he could spoon her from behind. They drifted off like that, Anakin promising himself they would clean up later.

As they slept, both their hands cradled her belly swollen with child.

#ask #anon #request #star wars #anidala #anidala fanfiction #anidala smut #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #my writing #nsft

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lambydance · 3 years ago

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A Bastard’s Interlude: B-Side

hi. um. im cringe and in a cool danganronpa rp where this ship happened and our GM’s own fanfic (which is here) was epic and our characters share a lot of similarities so i thought itd be fun to make my own lil’ addition to it. its very much nsfw so plz don’t read if you can’t or don’t want to!!

ship: Miu Iruma / Mukuro Ikusaba

tags: masturbation, sexual guilt

Absolutely not.

She was gross, but not like that. There was a shred of decorum within her, and damn it, she was going to keep it.

Miu turned to adjust her sleeping position, determined to power through this, but even just the slight friction of her legs rubbing together as she did it just made her so… fuck.

She huffed. Well, this was it then. She was going to jerk off, knowing her new friends were surrounding her in their own tents. Miu Iruma was now, if there had been any doubt before, the biggest pervert she knew.

As Miu sat up and inched forward to make sure her tent was completely closed, she thought about how this wasn’t really much of a surprise. Since when has she ever had any control over her libido? It had overtaken her youth, forming the personality that was driving her right now. It had been a clear downward spiral for years. She was naive for thinking she could ever be spared from it in her current day. Er- current night, she supposed.

With a good tug of the zipper, Miu felt confident that the tent was as locked down as it could be. And, with a quick blow towards her candle, she had also made sure her shadow couldn’t betray her. It’d be fine. She’d be quiet. Everyone else was probably dead asleep anyway.

Her head plopped down onto her pillow, knees pulling up, ready to make this quick, before she remembered her… collection. Aka, her big locked box of various sex toys she had just for such occasions. Some bought, their technology admirable and begging to be collected, and some hand-made, meticulously crafted for her own pleasure. Either one would make this little situation go by way quicker, no doubt. Miu turned her head, eyeing her things collected in the corner, looki-

...Oh my fucking god. No. Fuck, it had been packed into the FUCKING train’s luggage- the train that fucking EXPLODED. All those masterworks of silicone, those hand-crafted veins and ridges- literally exploded. Her head returned to the pillow in an angry flop, and she sighed. Ugh. Looks like she’d have to go acoustic.

Miu threw an arm over her eyes, her free right hand lifting and gliding down slowly down her abdomen. Her fingers danced absently at the hem of her sleep-shirt, before they clung and creeped the fabric up. The hand quickly returned down, stopping just before the top of her underwear… hm.

She usually had something up in the good ol’ spank bank beforehand. Some dirty little fantasy that had popped into her mind earlier in the day that she quietly shoved away, so it could be used properly. Touch wasn’t enough- she needed her mind stimulated too. But today had been so utterly fucked that, for once, there hadn’t been time for such a thing. Was there anything she could remember now that would work? There had been some attractive people on the train, but no one that was really her type. Plus, some had ended up pretty brutally murdered, and that was a major boner killer. Her mind put this aside and kept trying, more general this time: taut muscles, intense eyes… sweat caught onto the veins of their neck and rolling down to collect at their collarbones… gloved hands closing onto hers, the smell of gunpowder, jet black hair, sexy scars covering his face, the way his voice sounded when he said her name- god, yes, he- wait. No- no no, fuck, no. No! No.

She couldn’t. Not to him. Insanely huge crush on him be damned, she wasn’t going to dirty it up by masturbating to the thought of Mukuro Ikusaba. Every relationship she’s had, without fail, was sullied by her insatiable lust, and she wasn’t going to ruin this one in the same way. If she couldn’t keep him safe from this, then she really was too far gone.

These were the last thoughts she had before her hand made its way under her underwear, fingers sliding gently over her clit. Her conscience must have forgotten who she was.

Miu’s breath hitched as her fingers slid lower, already slick and covered. She had barely started thinking about him, and she was already this wet. As embarrassing as it was, it allowed her fingers to slip their ways up and down more easily as she warmed herself up. God- what would Mukuro think of her if he could see her now? If he was right in front of her, eyes eating her up as she spread her legs to give him a better look- would he just watch? It’d be difficult to keep it together if he did. Miu would circle her clit with her fingers, slowly, like she was doing right now, telling him between moans how she wished the fingers were his. She’d angle herself towards him, wanting desperately for him to see how wet he could make her without even touching her. She needed him to see how pathetic she was, to lay herself completely bare in front of him so he could feel that much more powerful in comparison. So that he’d feel no remorse in ruining her once he couldn’t just watch anymore.

…No. No- that didn’t feel right for him. This was how Miu remembered her past lovers, the ones who would tell her that they loved her just so she would put their cocks in her mouth. No matter how aroused Mukuro made her, she couldn’t imagine him in their place. It felt disrespectful to even try.

Mukuro was gentle. Kind. Miu knew of his military background, how his hands had held lives between them, just to end them in the same breath. But, when he was with her, Mukuro’s entire demeanor was different. If he was here now, watching as her fingers dipped down to tease her entrance, he wouldn’t let her demean herself for his enjoyment. She could see him in her mind: crawling to her only when he was given permission, hovering over her so she could feel safe and protected. She could almost feel his calloused fingers shaking as they caressed her cheek, voice cracked and quiet as he asked her,

“Can I…?”

He didn’t need to finish the sentence for her to know, she just would. She’d waste no time in replying,

“Please.” As she crashed their lips together by pushing her own head forward. She’d moan into his mouth as her fingers slid into herself, satisfying her need to feel filled until Mukuro could replace her later. His kiss would be clumsy, his lack of experience clear in his movements, but Miu didn’t care. Mukuro could have frozen in place like this, and she’d still feel like her body was electrified, just because it was him.

Luckily, he wouldn’t. He’d find a place for his empty hands with her breast, the flesh pooling between his fingers from the size and weight. His hand would tremble away from it for a moment, guilty he hadn’t asked her if he could before he acted, but Miu would guide the hand back without breaking their kiss. In his absence now, Miu relaxed her arm away from her eyes so she could do it herself, this hand’s fingers gently kneading at her own breast while her other continued thrusting into herself.

Mukuro wouldn’t dare to replace her fingers without her go-ahead, she thought. He’d no doubt keep kissing her until Miu pulled away, resting their foreheads against each other as she begged,

“Please, Mukuro, I- ahh- I n-need you inside… need your fingers inside of m-me, ple-ee-ase,” as she took his hand into hers and motioned it downwards. She’d stop, allowing him to pull back up if he wanted to, but he wouldn’t. He’d keep his hand just above where she wanted it as he replied,

“Like.. like this?” before looking down to make sure his fingers met their target. He’d slide his fingers in, gently, slowly, and god, fuck, yes, just like that. Miu could imagine his face exactly: eyes laser-focused on her expression, darting all over to look for signs of pleasure and approval. He’d get them, instantly, as she’d let out a quick gasp once she felt his fingers go in to the knuckle.

Miu’s real fingering quickly ramped up in speed as her fantasy continued to grow. Fantasy-Mukuro was in her mind now, handsome as ever, fingers pistoning faster inside of her as Miu encouraged him. Her ‘faster’s and ‘like that, like that, yes, ah!’’s would help build his confidence, and he’d start to match her own vocals, blessing her ears with sweet compliments.

“Fuck, Miu- you sound so good… I-I love you, I love making you feel good. You- you look so beautiful like this. You’re so beautiful-”

With each word, she knew, she’d only be closer and closer. His romantic words matched with how he was fucking her with his fingers would be too much for her, too intense. No lover of hers had ever cared enough about her own pleasure to make her cum, but Mukuro was nearing to be the first, as she felt fingers curl up and brush up against a spot that made her see stars.

“FUCK, god, Mukur-!!” She choked, voice escaping her in real-time, “I’m- AHH- I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m–!!” Miu wanted nothing more than to have the real Mukuro here, to grip the skin of his arm so tight while she came that she left scratches, to hear him tell her that he had her, that he wanted to see her cum, to watch as her vision went white, to watch her head drop back and her mouth open in a silent scream as her entire body tightened in an intense orgasm-

…As Miu felt the waves of her orgasm ride out, her body twitching the remaining spikes of intensity away, her mind had changed. She sat up and looked down at herself, looking over her drenched fingers and wet spot she had left under her and… yeah. Yeah, no, she’d rather die than have Mukuro see her like this. To see how completely and utterly disgusting she was, laying in her own filthy evidence… he’d never associate with her again. She wouldn’t want him to, either.

In her post-orgasm clarity, Miu was quick to clean herself up. Her hands were wiped clean, a blanket was placed underneath her to cover up the wet spot, and her shirt was pushed back down. She returned to her sleeping position from before and closed her eyes, blinking away angry tears.

It was clear to her now. Miu Iruma was much, much too filthy for people like Mukuro. She was forever destined to be a dirty, lustful whore, and he had one of the brightest futures she had ever seen ahead of him. It’d be selfish of her to dirty it up by dragging him to her level. She… she needed to suck it up, keep wallowing in this gross little life she’s made for herself, and watch as Mukuro eventually found someone nice, clean, and chaste to be with. Miu knew he would one day- he was gorgeous, kind, and now, had the freedom to be with whoever he wanted. Not that it ever would be, but, she couldn’t allow it to be herself. As she started to drift away into sleep, she made a personal note to herself:

If she really did love Mukuro Ikusaba, she’d never let him know how she felt. It was the only way to keep him safe.

With this thought in her head, Miu fell asleep.

#yeehawronpa #miukuro #nsft

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fandom-sheep · 3 years ago

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Eret 26 MAR 22

Red Rabbits MCC Part 1/1

Why do I always have to work MCC day?

I’m here now through. I’ll mostly be watching Eret or Wilbur I haven’t decided.

Starting with Eret

Ok headphones are connected and we’re still on parkour tag.

Ah Tommy being sent to hunt. Interesting.

Why is Niki being targeted?

Watching MCC, getting changed out of work clothes, typing this and glancing at MCC live because I don’t remember teams.

Red rabbits isn’t doing awesome. But I believe in them.

Alright dinner/lunch time.

I usually watch Wilbur. This feels weird. I’ll put Wilbur on my tv after I get back from finding food and keep Eret on my phone.

Go Eret go!

It Fucken Wimdy on my campus

Come on Eret hunt well you can do it!

Oh shoot there’s one of the guests I was just being really professional and tour guiding and now I’m watching MCC in a 10yr old sweatshirt and typing and walking.

Steaks do make things really stressful. And that’s true! The practice gap where you are never against a whole team must be so hard.

Someone on my campus just screamed and I hope they aren’t dead.

Elevator!

Sneeg is purple guy? Well lookie there. Time to bully my best friend because sneegs her fav.

Break the elevator. Sit on the flamingo.

No touchy the boat.

Decision time!!!

Mega chick m

Splish splash red team.

Oh we’re playing the team work game. I don’t remember what it’s called but teamwork game.

This game is probably the hardest to practice. Because you really can’t without the whole team.

Time to focus on watching and eating.

I love matching team skins so much

NOT LAST!

Come on Scar! You’ve got this Tumblr’s favorite!

Sixes sevens and eights (and a few 9s and 10s but shhh)

Win later definitely.

Bo-at

6 hours instead of 4 honestly me too.

Burger.

Burger got the Queen

Chicken time!

Yeet the chicken player! Go CPK!

Everyone wants rocket spleef

New mechanic? Moving?

CPK knows everything! Amazing!

Oh they patched the German keyboard back. The Wilbur hacks.

Cap and Phil just chilling like birds up high on their post.

Just glide.

Eret please don’t die. Eret nooo.

Oh what? The course just kinda wanders away somewhere else? What????

That’s so tiny! How do you play on that!

Oh no. Carefully.

CPK got Phil!!! Go funky fox dude!!

Round two let’s goooo

Eret please be careful.

The moving map is such a fun concept.

Oop just flew past sneeg.

“I just got Elaina sorry Eret!” “Good get her!”

What a loving partner. /lh

Red rabbits dropping like flies

Itty bitty islands.

Good job Quig

Round 3! Why is this interesting? Why is this map cool?

Map moves lots and fast.

That is so chaotic.

Islands just vanishing and appearing.

Good luck whoever’s playing man this looks so hard.

What’s the plan? Dog.

Oh hi Wilbur. Here to also visit dogs.

I love the dogs.

“Bork Bork Bork…. Bork” Eret

Eret getting all the screenshots.

Oop decision again. We got another last place pity item.

Chicken swap?

Quick shooting at us. Rude.

Sky Battle!

Wilbur quit being mean to Tubbo.

Alright I’ve got to walk now. Let’s see what happens.

Alright. Everyone good luck! Get kills and if you die oh well.

Block under the iron

Pants!

It’s more windy than earlier.

Oh yeah boarder.

Alright had to stop for a second got a tradition.

Please guys. Carefully.

Game over! We didn’t die!

WE WON!!!! I just thought we didn’t die!!!

Improvise adapt overcome.

Ooo please be careful.

TNT in the elevator. Such a good trick.

Niki’s panicking. I can hear her.

Everyone a little bit lost.

TNT ! Careful!

Oh well not the best but not bad.

Working from under that makes sense.

Please sad college wifi connect.

Wifi back. Go red rabbits! Carefully think.

I’m changing my plan. Eret on TV and Wilbur to be neglected on the phone.

Scott don’t you hurt my babies.

Pop. Didn’t react to TNT quick enough.

Eret officially on the TV

No Dream team influence. That’s true.

Ace race needs to happen.

Ooo. Open twitter to vote and close twitter.

Most everyone voting sands of time.

Build mart better be later. I love build mart.

I’m one of those people who watches MCC for the chaos.

Ladder on the boat!!!

Please don’t teleport if the boat is touched. Let people touch the boat!

Wack a fan is next.

The Jambo boy on twitter working hard

ERET GOT ON THE BOAT! Go Eret!

The plan is go slow and use others bridges.

Whoop. Almost forgot to close twitter since I was looking at fanart.

Poison slushee from Elaina.

GOOSE! Goose is on our side!

Noisy fans.

Goose baby. I’m glad Eret adjusts his camera to better see goose.

Ok so terra swoop section. Die if you are going to crash kk.

“Hi” button. “Hide?” Button?

Alright. Philza shall win this one. As usual. Bet Philz’ crows are just watching internet dad silently okay the game.

No! Goose! Elaina sent him to sabotage.

You can do this Eret. And Gumi. Just breath.

What? Eret isn’t hitting anything half the time.

Chaos round. Wing is nice.

Climbing to the wings.

“Ahhhp” -Eret

Eret wing bridging again.

Why are the blocks clear? Oh there they are.

Not great but not bad.

“It doesn’t matter everyone is going to punch you.” -CPK very motivational.

Also I know his name isn’t the letter C but I’m lazy and that’s easier to type.

I may be watching the losing POV but I’m having fun. I’m going to check MCC live and see how lime is doing.

Honey sticky and bad.

Both of my teams just chilling near the bottom of the overall.

Follow Frootloops. I don’t know how to spell his name so frootloops it is.

Wonder who was expecting Aqua to do awesome.

Wilbur’s rafter strat. And Eret too.

Rafter strat being awesome!

Good job Niki!

Hmm. I hope Green Gecks win. I know we won’t.

Dragon ball skins. I love these silly gooses.

“Oh Jack’s here.” -Eret

Alright next game.

ACE RACE!!!

Hunger games?

Go Queen!

And we weren’t dunked.

Ace race!!!

Punch em chickens.

Hooray Ace Race!

Yeah everyone else just drops and you chill in the circle for a sec.

Opening Wilbur on my phone with one headphone in just so I don’t miss any monologues.

Time to help Wilbur’s viewers double.

Oh he’s already speeching.

Is Wilbur proposing to ace race?

Oh he’s already married to the race.

No he proposing.

My connection on my tv is being squirrelly but I don’t care. I’m listening to Wilbur.

No why is twitch being weird on my phone! I can’t see Wilbur’s pov either!

Usually I can use both??? What’s happening.

I missing the chaos.

Going to close twitch on my tv for a sec

Got it working but TapL is messing things up.

Oh marriage.

Ah TapL as Ace Race said yes.

Also my wifi isn’t working really at all

Let’s see if my data is any better.

Congrats to the happy couple someone get them free desert.

Kinda wanna cosplay different games from MCC. Also kinda just want to cosplay in general.

Using the MCC website. My teams casually doing the worst.

Please internet.

Got Eret back on the TV and my Wilbur connection is still struggling.

Enemies to Lovers Wilbur/Ace Race

Anyway back to my delayed disaster of Red Rabbits. Bye Wilbur’s peeps.

I had caffeine and a fair amount of it, and now I want to sleep. Stupid ADHD brain.

Hit Wilbur!

Nice!!!

Buildmart! Go Cyan! May your Scar do well in this game.

There a new garden section at the buildmart.

I always loved the garden section at the Walmart and Kmart and all the marts.

I miss boats and sliding. It was so difficult and annoying.

Come on Eret! You’re an awesome builder you can do this!

I miss the shopping lists for build battle. Like the one techno made. That was so smart and good.

Go Team! I love the way they’re doing things. Maybe a little more organized.

It’s interesting scrolling through the twitch app and seeing show many viewers everyone I follow in MCC has. Like Ranboo has 83.7K and Quig has 352. Like Bob Ross has more viewers than some of the streamers.

I love how long build battle is.

Why did I jump when the sword build was completed?

We’re still in last but we’re having fun. And that’s one of the things that counts.

Winning also counts.

Adding rules to the rule book counts.

Sands of time! Last game please!!!

It does feel shorter. Hard to think it’s been 2 hours since I haven’t done much. And am still on the same tumblr post.

Poor Eret. She’s down by the bottom. 38/40. Only above his teammates Niki and Gumi.

Sands of time. Sands of time. Sands of time.

Chicken swap. Nice.

Sands!!! Get em Gumi!

Everyone hyping Gumi.

Sands of time seems nice. Like I would like playing sands so much.

Everyone saying GL. I love in game sportsmanship.

Oh Ranboo’s letter puzzle.

Oh that’s why I like sands. I like puzzles and escape rooms. Which is partially what sands is.

But good sportsmanship in games and such is so nice.

Others opening so many vaults.

Get the key! Go Eret!

We got a vault and now for another! After Eret finds it.

Rusty keys. In this game awesome. In real life a bit nasty.

Please be careful Eret.

Such a deep vault area.

There it is!!!

Now back!

Run run run.

Please start moving to get out.

Eret please.

No time. Get.

Snand!!!

Eret looking for secrets in the center.

I’m going to look MCC live. See what’s up.

It won’t load. Just watch.

Less than a minute. Not much we can do.

Gumi?

Run from Pillagers!!!

Exit!!!

Gumi please make it. Please.

Out they go.

Last out? Wow!

Wonder why my MCC won’t load.

Tomatoes are Tubbo.

Aqua’s still going?

Elaina summoning their partner using chat.

Awww. I love them.

Yellow and Cyan are out.

Bats not going to leave? It’s been nearly 15 minutes.

Green grinding?

Ah nope. Nevermind.

Game Over!

7th!!!! Woohoo!!

Still overall last though.

The Captains curse lives on 3rd place.

Elaina’s lost a bet involving Captain and now has to wear a made dress.

Seapeekay is in 17th for me, but he’s saying he’s in 16th.

Oh it’s a tie! So he’s claiming 16th instead.

AQUA!!! Hbomb needs to win 5 times!

And 5up! I want 5up to win because he’s just kinda fun.

Oh that’s why everything was messing up. The power in my building was flickering and apparently the elevator fell 2 floors (it’s happened before). Huh fun.

No 5up!

Antfrost is good at this come on ant!

Oh no. Oh no. Come on Aqua.

Please it’s all on Ant!

Good thing Ant is cracked at this.

Oh. Maybe not. Maybe Not!

YES!!!

GO AQUA!!!

Wait it’s so many 1st wins except for H’s 5th.

Next dodge bolt round you guys got this!

Yeet the arrow.

I want to see everyone v everyone dodgebolt again. That was cool.

We’re vibing to the music.

Poor Hbomb.

“HERMIT ON HERMIT CRIME” x3 -Smajor.

Did the wait for both arrows strat.

Come on Aqua!

They got Ant! They got the best shot!

But 5up got the other human who’s name I’ve already forgotten.

Nope there goes 5up.

Gem please. Please.

The court is so small

Gem did it!!

Alright Round 3

Oh yeah. Ukraine colored dodgebolt game.

Hermit off! Twitter’s not going to be happy about that since they don’t like hermit craft if I remember right. I’m never over there so I could be wrong.

The newest hell media I use is Tiktok.

Nice shot!

Aqua you’ve got this!

Hit him before he could hit them!

And took the arrow!

Oh no! Ant and H! Please 5up and Gem!

No they both missed! Oh no. Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

Gem!!!

Come on 5up! He got the arrow!!!

HOORAY!!! GO AQUA!!!!

Congrats on 5 time winner Hbomb!!!

Good job team!

Everyone complaining about Hbomb and his VOD reviews. Lol.

These were first place lives.

What the dog doing!

Poor Niki calling everyone chat. She’s been live 5 days. Bless her.

There are the dogs!!

Pet. Bark. Pet. Bark. Pet. Bark.

Who’s taking the pics?

Standing on the dog.

Good game red rabbits! Y’all were awesome! Bye bye! Bye bye!

Eret joining the rest.

Over stimulating the dogs!

Is there a pet the dog stat? Who pets the dogs most? And it’s only during the games/ in between game times.

Is that Elaina I here super happy about placing above Eret? Good for them.

Tubbo spreading the hate. Antfrost punches people and tubbo punches Niki.

Eret still streaming. I’ll keep delayed liveblogging for a bit.

Jumping into his own creeper. Can’t wait to see that on tiktok.

Having to turn down my tv because tubbo is loud.

I like watching Eret hop around and listening to the drama.

Oh I need to charge my phone.

Talking in code about the. Something.

Jackmanifold breaking the law.

Secret spot? The chicken!

We love chicken.

I’m done now. Time to just vibe and be content. Have a good day y’all!

Someone talking about Ace Race in front of Wilbur.

I love Ace Race because everyone hates it. Same as with build battle.

Huh. People don’t like the practice server.

Yeah first time players getting to practice is logical. But people who are crazy experienced. They don’t really need the practice. But it’s like what Eret said people will recreate it.

I love Wilbur just popping in sometimes. Did he sleep recently because he sounds tired when he talks.

We’re slandering Ace Race apparently.

Tubbo going to kill Ant.

Dog petting map and dog petting counter. Love it.

Subreddit dog pat counter. Someone get on that.

Anyway I was going to go wasn’t I. Bye y’all!

#mcc #red rabbits #eret #delayed liveblogging #vgumiho #niki nihachu #seapeekay

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hi!!! i was actually just about to message you soon bc we haven't in a while shsjsk but thank you!!!

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The Soldier’s Wife (Chapter Seven)

Title: The Soldier’s Wife

Summary: Syverson and his wife navigate the ups and downs, the highs and lows, and the blessings and pitfalls of marriage.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC

Word Count: 2049

Warnings: Implied sex.

A/N: Hey guys, looky here! I finally got another chapter written, and once I was inspired, it only took me an hour. Lucky you!! I hope this makes up for last chapter. Also, the sound of a baby’s heartbeat is one of my all time favorite sounds. Listen to it here. Enjoy!

Song Inspiration: “New Life” by Thomas Bergersen (HIGHLY recommend listening while reading!)

Tag list is open, please let me know if you’re interested!

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CHAPTER SEVEN

“I can’t do it, Sy, I can’t!!”

“Shhhh, babygirl, you’re almost there.”

“AAAAAHHHH!!!!!”

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“There she is!”

Mabel smiled softly as Syverson jogged over to her, kissing her on the cheek. His green tee hugged his body well, a large, triangular sweat stain already formed over his chest. That was one of the things Mabel loved most about him; unlike the other Captains who generally just watched and barked orders, Syverson was always out there with his men, training them, showing them that he’d be there to help get them through it. Like he had for her this last year.

They headed toward the canteen for their traditional weekly lunch, but Mabel wasn’t very hungry. When Syverson indicated that she should order first, she just said “I’ll stick with water”. He eyed her suspiciously but didn’t argue, just ordered himself enough food to feed three grown men. His arms piled high, they found an empty table in the corner of the mess hall. Syverson set everything down and pulled Mabel’s chair out for her.

“Ever the gentleman,” she teased quietly as she sat down. Syverson squeezed her shoulders and dropped another kiss on her cheek, choosing to sit next to her rather than across the table. He tucked into his burger at once, half of it disappearing into his large mouth in one bite. Mabel sipped her water, spinning the cap on the table absent-mindedly. Syverson eyed her again, setting the burger down and wiping his mouth.

“Ya alright, Mabel?”

“Yeah, why?”

Syverson pointed at her drink with his nose.

“Ya never “stick with water”, ya always end up drinkin’ half o’ my sweet tea.”

“Jus’ not in the mood fer it today, I reckon.”

Syverson cocked an eyebrow at his wife, not even remotely convinced. Mabel shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

“Alright, what ain’t ya tellin’ me, Bug.”

“What makes ya thing I ain’t tellin’ ya somethin’?”

“Mabel Jean Syverson,” his tone was serious, “What ain’t ya tellin’ me.”

“Whaddaya think I ain’t tellin ya, Sy?” Mabel challenged him, staring him down. Syverson leaned forward, grasping her hand in his for a kiss.

“I think ya ain’t tellin’ me yer pregnant again.”

“Well, ya’d be right, then.”

Tears pricked Mabel’s eyes at the admission, but Syverson didn’t seem to notice. His face lit up and he smiled widely, brushing her knuckles with his lips.

“See? I told ya we’d--”

“No. No Sy, I can’t get attached. Not this time.”

Mabel swallowed thickly, the tears spilling over as pressure mounted in her chest. Syverson scooted his chair back and pulled her onto his lap, smoothing her hair back as he crooned little nothing-words in her ear. Mabel shook, clutching her arms around his neck tightly.

“All I feel is fear, Hunter. Fear that we’re gonna lose this one too.”

“We ain’t gonna lose this one, Mabel.”

“Ya can’t promise that.”

“I can.”

“No, ya can’t.”

The conversation seemed eerily familiar. Syverson tugged Mabel’s hair slightly so that she’d look at him, and he swept the tears from her cheeks as he comforted her.

“Look, when I promised ya that ya wouldn’t lose me, did I keep that promise?”

“Well yeah, but--”

“Then I can keep this promise too. We ain’t gonna lose this one, Bug.”

Syverson chucked her gently under the chin, pulling her in for a soft kiss and pressing his forehead to hers.

“Now come on, celebrate with me; we’re havin’ a baby!”

“Maybe.”

“Okay, a maybe baby.”

Mabel couldn’t help but laugh through her tears as she kissed him. God, she loved this man.

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“Sy?”

“I’m right here, Bug.”

Mabel clung to her husband, bending over as another contraction wracked her body.

“I didn’t get anything ready, I didn’t think we’d make it this far. There’s nothing prepared!”

Syverson chuckled, supporting his wife as she bore through the pain.

“Did ya really think I’d let this child come into the world without the stuff we need? It’s all ready to go, Ma’s gettin’ it set up for us while we’re here.”

Mabel looked up at him, grateful relief on her face.

“Really?”

“It’s all taken care of, Bug. Ya just focus on what ya need to do.”

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Mabel sat nervously in the exam room. They’d made it to twenty weeks, and Syverson was anxious to find out the sex of the baby. He was so excited, but Mabel couldn’t bring herself to find any joy. Every week brought them closer and closer to twenty-eight weeks, and the fear coiled tightly in her chest as the impending timeline loomed menacingly over her. She refused to buy anything, convincing herself they wouldn’t be able to use it.

The tech came in and Mabel laid down obediently, holding Syverson’s hand as he watched the machine. Mabel purposefully looked away. Syverson noticed and placed a hand on her cheek, drawing his head near hers so that he could speak softly.

“Even if it’s the end, Bug, these are the only pictures we’d get,” he admonished her, stroking her skin with his thumb. “Might be best if ya take a look.”

Mabel stared into his eyes, her lips pressed into a line as she tried not to cry. He was right, of course. She turned to look at the black screen, lit up with the white outline of the child growing within her womb. Mabel’s heart caught and her throat constricted as the tech smoothed the wand over her belly, air only returning to her lungs once she heard the familiar ‘wao wao wao wao’ of her baby’s heartbeat rushing through the monitor. It was still alive. She squeezed Syverson’s hand tightly, and laid her head back on her arm, choosing to watch her husband instead of the screen.

He’d missed this appointment last time; he’d been sent somewhere for three weeks and they’d been unable to reschedule. Mabel watched the lines of Syverson’s face as he stared intently at the image of his child. She noted the way his eyes lit up, the creases around them deepening as he smiled. He chuckled when the baby kicked and he could see it on the screen, and love took over his face as he watched the baby suck its thumb. He’s my joy, Mabel determined. She would enjoy this for him.

“Oh, look here… it’s a boy!”

Mabel snapped her head to look at the screen as Syverson hollered in excitement. Sure enough, the outline was unmistakable. He was Syverson’s, alright. Mabel couldn’t help the relief she felt; another girl would have been too much for her to handle. But she still wanted her girl. The tears came unbidden, and the tech cleaned her off and left them, giving them some privacy. Syverson climbed onto the table and cradled Mabel in his arms.

“I miss her too, Bug. She’da been such a great big sis.”

Sobs wracked Mabel’s body as she grieved once more for the baby she would never hold. Their son kicked her softly, as if to say ‘don’t cry, Mama, I’m here’, and Mabel placed a hand over the spot, smiling through her tears as she held him.

“Don’t you worry, little man. There’s plenty of love in my heart to go around.”

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“Alright Mabel, ya ready?”

Mabel shook her head at the woman between her legs, sweat dripping down her brow, her chest heaving.

“I can’t… I can’t do this, I can’t.”

“Yes, ya can,” came a whisper in her ear. Mabel leaned her head back against Syverson’s chest, listening to him coach her through this. His caressing touch was everywhere; hands glided over her thighs, fingers brushed her sweat soaked hair out of her face, a well-placed fist pushed against the spot on her back that was causing her excruciating pain. His deep voice resonated through her mind, low and soothing.

“You are my Mabel. You’ve conquered everythin’ that’s been thrown yer way, includin’ death. So now, yer gonna conquer life, and yer gonna bring our son into this world. Ya ready?”

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“What’re we gon’ name him, Bug?”

Mabel sighed and rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to have this conversation again; boy names were harder.

“Every time we have this argument, Sy, ya end up sleepin’ on the couch cause yer mad at me.”

“Yeah I git that, Mabel, but we’re four weeks away. He needs a name.”

“Scooter.”

“Scooter Syverson. I actually like that.”

“No, Sy, I was kiddin’!”

Syverson jumped on the bed, straddling Mabel’s legs and lifting her shirt to kiss her belly repeatedly. She squealed as he purposefully brushed his beard all over her taut skin, fighting to free herself from her husband’s grasp.

“Whaddaya think, Scooter?” Syverson said to the baby, pinning Mabel’s hands and blowing a raspberry underneath her belly. Mabel shrieked and the baby kicked right where Syverson’s lips had pressed against it. Syverson grinned, looking at Mabel with his eyes wide.

“Looks like Scooter here likes it,” he said seriously, taking a deep breath.

“No, Hunter nooo!!” Mabel cried as Syverson blew another raspberry, laughing as his mouth vibrated against her skin. The baby kicked again and Syverson chuckled with glee, loving the ability to bond with his child. He blew raspberry after raspberry on Mabel’s belly until she finally got a hand free and smacked his head. She pulled him up by his hair to meet her lips, and Syverson kissed her attentively, smoothing his hand over her stomach and relishing in the feel of his son’s movements.

“He still needs a name,” he mumbled against his wife’s lips. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him in deeper, tasting the rich flavor of his tongue.

“I just figured he’d be a junior,” she moaned as Syverson’s fingertips dipped beneath the band of her sleep shorts. He stopped a moment and looked at Mabel fondly.

“Ya mean it?”

“Yeah I do.”

“I’d really like that.”

Syverson picked up the pace, hooking his fingers into Mabel’s core and kissing her neck in earnest.

“I’m still gonna call him Scooter though.”

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“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

“One more push and you can rest, come on Mabel! You can do it!”

Another contraction swept through Mabel and she cried out. Syverson’s grip was firm under her knees, his chin tucked into her shoulder and a constant stream of comforting words and gentle encouragement poured into her ear. Mabel bent her head low and pushed, agonizing screams tumbling from her lips as her body was ripped open. She could see her son’s head in the mirror behind the doctor; they were close, they were so close. Just one more push.

Mabel braced herself and pushed with all her might, reaching down instinctively to catch her baby as he was expelled from her womb. Loud commotion filled the room as suddenly everyone was cheering. A loud wail sung out from the babe on Mabel’s chest and she and Syverson laughed with him, sobs constricting their chuckles. Mabel’s laughter turned to tears as she stared at her child, thinking of the baby buried beneath the Live Oak tree. Her brother looked just like her.

“You did it, Mama,” Syverson whispered in her ear, and Mabel turned to look up at him, kissing him softly.

“I wish he could have met Einsley.” she sniffed, drinking in the sight of her newborn son. Syverson brushed the back of his finger over the smattering of dark curls on the baby’s head, wrapping his other arm around his wife.

“I do too, babygirl. I do too.”

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Mabel heard a low, murmuring voice as her eyelids fluttered awake. She turned in the hospital bed and saw Syverson near the window, cradling their newborn son over his shoulder as he hummed his favorite tune. He heard Mabel stir and turned, gazing at her softly.

“I need to nurse,” she said quietly, reaching for the baby. Syverson brought him over and laid him in her arms, sliding next to them to cuddle on the bed. He watched as Mabel took out her breast and their son greedily latched on, drawing life-sustaining nourishment from her body. Syverson kissed Mabel gently on the forehead as he stroked her hair.

“Ya done good, Mama,” he whispered. Mabel smiled gently at him, and together they watched as the new piece of their souls entwined himself into their shared heart.

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