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MCC Check-in #4*

This was a reader-request - unfortunately the queue ate the request and my original post so this is the best I could do!

Summary: Harry gets mad at y/n when she's being a bit sassy - he doesn't take her attitude well. Reader requested mean Harry. 2k words

Warning: Kidnapper!harry - move on if you don't like - smut, anal sex, degradation, mean Harry, threats to manipulate, punishment, orgasm denial

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You were being sassy and Harry couldn’t understand why. But you were about to get your period and you were in a sour mood and Harry was gone for most of the day and he hadn’t had sex with you at all that day. You just weren’t happy.

And to top it off, when Harry did finally come back home he didn’t give you much attention so you resorted to pouting and the silent treatment. Harry didn’t like you being like this.

“What’s wrong pup?” He grasped at your wrist as you stood from the dinner table to clear it. You yanked your hand away and Harry felt his anger build. You walked away into the kitchen without answering him.

“Y/n! Get back here right now!” Harry raised his voice.

But you shrugged to yourself and ignored him, turning on the faucet to rinse some dishes. You'd do almost anything to get his attention, even if he was being mean.

Harry huffed and shook his head. He got up from the table in haste and it caused the chair he was seated in to fall back to the floor with a crash.

You heard the chair fall to floor. Your heart rate picked up in anticipation of having Harry angry at you. But you were feeling irritated and still upset.

Harry was suddenly behind you, reaching around your frame to turn the faucet off.

He put his hands on your hips and turned you with jostle to face him. When you wouldn’t look at his face he grasped your jaw and made you lift your face, “Fucking look at me!” He growled.

You flitted your eyes up to his and could see how angry he was.

“Now tell me what’s wrong right now.” He loosened his grip on your jaw so you could speak.

You inhaled a deep breath and gulped before speaking, “You’ve ignored me all day and I feel achy because I think I’m about to start my period. But you don’t care about that, do you? Seeing as you were gone all day without even saying goodbye to me when you left.”

Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. Now he could understand you being a little pissy and in a bad mood, but you’d been indignant with him since he got home.

“Nahh… you’ve been really rude to me. I didn’t do anything wrong to deserve the way you’ve been acting,” Harry countered.

You shook your head and tried to stand your ground but Harry yanked your arm and led you down the hallway to the door that went to the basement. He turned the knob and you gasped in shock. Was he sending you to the room he kept you for all that time when he first kidnapped you?

“No! Harry! No! Please! No!! I’ll be good! I’m sorry!” You we’re hysterical. Tears began pouring from your eyes and you started to shake. Harry could tell this threat was working.

He paused, “Okay. I wont bring you to the basement but I need to make you understand what you did was not okay. What should your punishment be?”

You rounded your eyes and nodded quickly, “Okay! If you spank me and then use you however you want will that be good enough? Please, Harry. I’ll do anything at all, just don’t put me in that room.”

Harry gave you a curt nod, “I better not hear a single complaint come from you or I will send you down to the basement for the night.”

He pulled you to your bedroom and slammed the door closed behind him.

You watched him undo his belt slowly and then he looked at you and let his gaze drop down over your body. He couldn’t help it. He found you irresistible and if he’s honest, he actually hadn’t paid that much attention to you all day. You were cute with a high pony tail, a little patterned dress that fit your figure perfectly with bare feet, and perfectly manicured toes to finish it off.

Harry walked toward you and found himself curious to see what you had on underneath. He put his fingers on the hem of your skirt and dragged it upward gently until he was met with your pretty white panties. Your bare thigh looked so delicious he couldn’t help himself when he leaned down as he lifted your thigh and kissed the soft inside of it.

You let out the breath you’d been holding and put your hands on his shoulders. This was all you wanted all day. You felt your stress vanish with Harry’s lips on your skin.

Harry stood up and brought his hands up to your face, “You’ve been naughty and you hurt my feelings. You’re going to get punished now. Take your clothes off.”

You didn’t waste time to obey. Your clothes were a pile on the floor next to your feet in thirty seconds.

Harry pointed to the bed, “Bend over the bed. Face down. Arms behind your back.”

You bent at the waist and leaned over the bed, your cheek on the comforter as you moved your arms behind your back.

Harry grabbed your wrists in one of his palms and without giving you a moment to relax into the way he was holding your wrists you felt the sting of your bottom being smacked with his leather belt. You jumped and bit your lip to keep quiet. He did say he didn’t want any complaints so you figured keeping silent was the best route.

The truth was that Harry didn’t intend on sending you to the basement. He just wanted to shake you up, fair or not, he didn’t like your attitude and he knew what would get you right in line.

Harry continued striking your ass with his belt and he loved watching how your bottom was pink and small welts were left behind where the edges of the leather landed on your skin.

With your hands held behind your back you couldn’t move or wiggle really. The position was uncomfortable along with the spanking you were getting.

When Harry felt you’d had quite enough, he pulled at your wrists, forcing you to stand.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes but Harry would not go easy on you. You’d never acted out the way you did today and Harry wanted to make sure it never happened again.

Harry turned you to face away from him and began securing your wrists with the belt he’d just used on your bottom. The he gently pushed you forward toward the bed again, “Lay over the bed again, like before.”

You scooted up to the bed and leaned down but you fell into the bed since you didn’t have the function of your hands to lower yourself slowly.

You heard Harry removing his trousers and then you felt his hands on your raw, sore bottom. His soft touch moved down toward your slit as he felt around to see how wet you were. You were slick and ready.

Harry would never get over how you were wet just about all the time around him. He closed his eyes as he ran his fingers up toward your clit and slid his middle finger into your entrance.

“My little slut, aren’t you? Always wanting my cock even when I’m mean,” Harry spoke as he watched his finger disappear inside your hole, and then as he pulled out how shiny and wet it was.

“Yes, Harry. I’m your little slut. Forever.” You added forever because you knew he liked that. You hoped it softened him up a bit.

Harry spread your cheeks and then spit down over your bum hole. You felt the warm saliva slip down to your pussy. He spat again and then took a finger to press his spit into your ass.

He fingered at your backside a bit and you tried to turn to see his face but you were unable to with the belt at your wrist. You'd had him play with your other hole before and now you wondered if he'd be fucking it too. You kind of hoped he would. You liked his fingers filling your bum up.

Harry's voice was choked as he spoke, "Fuck. I think you're ready for this, puppy. My cock is gonna hurt going in but once you get used to it I think you're gonna like it."

And he was right. It did hurt. When pushed past your entrance the first time it stretched and burned and you couldn't help the yelp that fell from your lips. You tried to stay quiet but his cock was big and you'd never trained for it like he said he would do.

But hearing Harry's deep groan as he pushed in as deep as he could go gave you a smile. He liked it and so you squeezed your eyes closed and gasped as he began to fuck in and out of your hole.

Harry pulled out and then you felt him spit over you again. Then he used his fingers to collect your arousal and he wiped it over you bum, inside your anus and on his cock to get things nice and slick.

When he dipped back into your bum hole this time his cock glided a little easier. It still burned and stretched, though.

Harry began to rock his hips in a steady motion in and out of you and then he brought his palm down over your cheek, a loud crack sounding into the room from the force. You jumped and moaned.

Having him fucking your anus was beginning to feel good. Really good. Your moans grew louder and Harry was gasping and groaning at the feel of you so tight around him.

"This is my new hole to fuck, isn't it, pup? Whenever I please," another swat to your bottom as your ass was getting stuffed made your head spin.

Harry rolled into you deeply, the sound of him smacking into your ass was in rhythm with the squeaking of the bed.

"Tell me your sorry," Harry groaned his words. He was so close to coming it wasn't funny. The view of your little tight hole sucking him in and the way it felt around his cock was too much.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry, Harry. I'll never be rude to you again. Ow!" You sputtered out your words as Harry began to rail you faster after your apology.

You felt your limbs tingle as Harry spanked you again. Then he wrapped a hand around the front of your torso and grasped onto the front of your neck as he squeezed and brought your upward slightly, his hips never stopping from fucking you.

"That's right. Fucking better be sorry. You wanted to be fucked, this is what you're getting today, pup. I'm gonna fill up your little asshole with my come and then leave you here on the bed to think about what you've done."

True to his word, Harry spurted his warm come into your ass as he came with loud, deep groan into the room. He jutted himself as deep as he could get and you squealed at the way it felt inside of you.

When he finished pouring everything he had inside of you he pulled out and watched as your small hole dripped with his come and down to your pussy. He gave you another spanking and then left you in the room. Closing the door behind him.

Harry had left you leaned over the bed, butt naked, leaking his come out of your ass with his belt secured around your wrists behind your back.

You couldn't get up or move and you didn't get to come, but you made Harry come and that drew a smile over your face as you sighed and closed your eyes in contentment.

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter two - “bucky”

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word count: 1.4k

summary: after arriving in wakanda, (Y/N) figures out who and what she’s there for (with the help of our fav young genius)

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: not my photo

"Christ, you're astonishingly intelligent. How could you possibly need my help?" (Y/N) asked. "I'm kind of a joke compared to your big brain."

As the young Wakandan princess showed (Y/N) around her extremely impressive laboratory, she thought back to her conversation with Sharon.

***

"I'm needed? In Wakanda?" she said, dumbfounded. "What am I gonna do? Help them hunt for food?"

"Well, that's the thing," Sharon began. "Wakanda isn't what you think it is. The third world country we all thought we knew is just a facade to protect the true nature of Wakanda."

(Y/N) stared, not following. Sharon continued.

"It's actually a highly advanced, technologically progressive metropolis. They have some of the smartest people and most exceptional innovations in the world. It was all a cover up."

She nodded, finally understanding, "Well, I can't say that I blame them for hiding from the world. I can only imagine what would happen, especially from the hands of America."

Sharon chuckled. "Steve settled things with T'Challa, the former prince, and the royal family are allowing him and Barnes to take refuge there until further notice. Evidently, they have the tech and the minds to undo whatever damage Hydra did to Barnes."

***

"Well, I could do this by myself, but my focus is predominantly on electromagnetism, quantum mechanics, and high-energy particle physics," the young princess explained, gesturing to various pieces of state-of-the-art tech around her lab. "I'm not really an expert in social sciences just yet; that would be you. I was told you were exceptional. Oh, and Captain Rogers needed someone he could trust on short notice. So, here you are, on account of a Sharon Carter, right?"

"Absolutely correct... your highness?" (Y/N) replied, though it was more of a question than anything else.

The princess laughed a genuine laugh, "Oh, no need for formalities! We're colleagues now and we're going to be working collaboratively. Please, call me Shuri."

"Got it," she nodded, smiling and slightly embarrassed. "...so, not to sound like more of an idiot than I probably already seem, but what exactly is this project we're working on? No one really thought it would be a good idea to tell me before I took the plane ride to another continent- which is lovely by the way."

"Well," Shuri started, gesturing her to follow along as they walked through the rest of the lab, "you know that man who allegedly bombed the UN conference in Vienna, consequently killing my father and forcing my brother to assume his place as king?"

(Y/N) gulped. "Yes."

"Yeah, he's here. He's the project. But don't worry! He didn't actually set off the bomb; he was framed."

Oh. Okay. What was she supposed to say to that? (Y/N) couldn't figure out an answer so she continued to nod and try not to look too idiotic.

"As you already know, he has suffered greatly. He's not in control of his own mind. Our job is to dismantle whatever programming Hydra drilled into his poor brain through years of abuse and torture."

(Y/N) remembered the horrible things she read in his file. The trauma, the cruelty, the destruction of humanity. Suddenly, she was no longer at a loss of words... or thoughts. She was going to help an innocent man. Well, the truly innocent man who was locked inside Hydra's homemade killer.

What was done to him was a monstrosity; it was, up to date, the worst thing she had ever seen done to a human being. And, if she can do anything to help take away or relieve some of that pain, she was happy to play her part. A good way to do that was probably to zone back in to what Shuri was saying.

"...and there's two main components to this. Number one is his physical pain. Meaning the biochemicals and neurons in his brain in addition to his arm and the nerve endings and anything else of his that they broke: the stuff I will take care of. Number two is his mental pain. Meaning his psyche, trauma, behavior, emotions, and all that other fun psychology stuff that you will take care of."

"So, I'm basically operating as a therapist?"

"Basically. Among other things."

(Y/N) stared at the floor in front of her, letting it all sink in. She was going to therapize the Winter Soldier. Whatever that was going to entail was a mystery to her. He was nothing she'd ever heard of. Of course she was extraordinary at her job, but this was new territory for her.

Unaware of what else to say, (Y/N) blurted out, "So... you said he's here..."

"Yes. Follow me, you can come meet him."

Maybe that wasn't the best thing to blurt. He is innocent, but that doesn't stop him from scaring her a bit... even though she's never actually met him in the person.

She followed behind as Shuri led her out of the lab and through a multitude of different rooms and hallways. She was nervous, indeed. She was in a place she'd never been with people she'd never met about to see a person with a caliber she'd of never imagined.

(Y/N) wondered what he'd be like. Would she be meeting who he was before Hydra sunk their claws into him? Or would she be meeting some hybrid of the man he used to be and the pain he's been forced to endure? She wasn't sure what to expect. But she didn't have time to imagine another scenario when Shuri opened a door and they were greeted by a freezing cold breeze.

"Don't mind the cold. It's supposed to be like that," Shuri said as she held the door open and walked inside.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around her midsection before her mouth dropped. In the middle of the room stood a giant glass chamber holding no other than James Barnes inside. It looked so strange to her, surreal even. He was frozen? Suspended animation. She didn't think humans were supposed to look like that. He almost looked dead. The slightest shiver ran down her spine.

"He's in a state of cryogenic sleep," Shuri explained. "Completely alive, but the chamber reduces his metabolism to its lowest possible level, allowing his body to be preserved for long periods of time."

"That's... slightly horrifying. I've heard of cryogenics, but I've never seen it first hand. How does it even work?" (Y/N) inquired as she ran her hand lightly across the glass.

It's so cold. She couldn't imagine being in there.

"In cryogenic sleep, an antifreeze agent is added, replacing the water in his cells. Then, the tissue is cooled to -220 degrees Fahrenheit, but instead of crystallizing into ice, the chemicals clump together and become solid. They're actually molecularly similar to glass. This new glass form prevents the cells from bursting and, theoretically, this could hold him in stasis forever."*

"Wow," she mused, still awestruck, staring at the chamber.

"Something wrong?"

"No, I'm good," (Y/N) chuckled, "it's just that advanced science is just shocking sometimes. And when you said I was going to meet him, I didn't think you meant like this."

Shuri smiled. "Oh, I didn't."

And with that, all it took was the push of a button and the chamber came out of dormancy. It was whirring and hissing, and (Y/N) could feel the temperature slowly start to rise. She glanced up and witnessed what looked like a miracle as color began to bloom onto his previously blanched features. He too was coming out of dormancy; he was coming alive.

(Y/N) almost startled when his eyes opened, but remained completely still when the chamber door opened. James blinked a couple times, taking in his surroundings. He looked anxious; she could understand why. She tried not to meet his eyes.

I'll let Shuri take the lead on this one, she thought.

As if on queue, Shuri gave him a polite smile and started to undo his restraints.

"Hello Sergeant Barnes. Welcome back! My name is Shuri, T'Challa's younger and much smarter sister. This," she gestured to (Y/N), "is Dr. (Y/L/N). Together, we'll be conducting your treatment plan."

He stepped out of the chamber, shaking Shuri's hand. He had almost a foot over her but towered over both of them regardless. Then, he turned to (Y/N). She wasn't sure what to think.

"It's nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes," she said with a curt smile, as she shook his hand. Cold. She pretended not to notice.

He looked down at her and for a moment she thought he looked docile. Benevolent and soft.

His eyes are very blue.

"Please," he said, a kindhearted gentleness coating his voice, "call me Bucky."

- - -

* = info on cryogenics from inverse.com

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What if MC worked as a detective before coming to the devildom ?

GENDER NEUTRAL MC

(Keep in mind I'm not in anyway experienced in writing this type of stuff or anything for that matter so bear with me)

MC at one point interned at Scotland yard and became an apprentice to a famous detective *cough*Holmes*cough*

To say that they were good at the job was an understatement.

So when they went to London and Grisella's murder happened, Mc felt giddy then went ahead and solved it in their head secretly.

"I know who killed Grisella" Mc claps their hand in delight then drags the brothers to the cart of the incident yet feeling disappointed that 'It took them this long to solve it'

MC was about to begin their deduction when Satan out of nowhere pushes them to the back pleading to 'let him take it from their'

MC annoyed reluctantly lets Satan to take the show and is slightly impressed with his deduction regarding the knife.

'His deduction isn't too bad considering he's a fan of that fictional detective he loves but still..'

MC letting Satan have their moment before coughing to get everyone's attention

"As usual... majority of people only see but do not observe"

Gets a questioning look from Satan before MC gives him a curt nod and pushing HIM to the back this time.

Satan almost yelling in protest before Hearing MC say "Everything that my friend here said was true... but I can further strengthen his case a lot more if you'd let me elaborate myself"

MC feeling giddy not realizing the smirk forming on their lips 'might as well put on a little show for them'

"if you looked closely, you'd notice the knife tilted slightly towards the left."

Satan's smile went away as quickly as it came, how could he miss such detail? He looked back at the knife and sure enough it WAS tilted to the left ever so slightly.

"If that detail were to be followed... the killer at the very least should be left handed for it to match up. I saw Noah in particular writing a check with his left hand for their food earlier when we first entered, so it's plausible that he IS the killer"

A sigh escaping MC's lips when they remembered what their mentor used to tell them

"Eliminate the impossible for whatever remained ,no matter what, is the truth... that's what my mentor told me case after case"

MC glancing at everyone taking in every little detail they could

"It'd only be fair if we investigate all three if them don't you think"

Without even waiting for an answer MC glanced at Sophia

"Throwing a knife in a dimly lit cart requires a lot of precision on not only the eyes but also your hands, judging by Ms, Sophia's gloves... I can safely say that she isn't the Killer, Her gloves are made of satin, a very slippery type of fabric, so wearing such thing during a crucial time would only hinder her success of killing off Grisella."

Satan not fully convinced buts in "But what if she removed her gloves before throwing the knife?"

MC rolling their eyes, then giving Satan a bored look. "No she can't, the lights went out for only 3 seconds so she couldn't have had time to remove her gloves"

Satan stayed quiet after that

"Lucas on the other hand couldn't have also killed Grissella because he has ADHD"

"H-how...did you know? We never mentioned my brother's state" MC doesn't even bat an eye before explaining.

"His eyes doesn't stay on one object for more than 5 seconds, and he keeps moving and squirming in his sit. He wasn't even paying attention and kept spacing out. The fact that his knee keeps bouncing subconsciously suggests that he has ADHD...am I correct?"

Lucas reluctantly nodded and finally spoke up. "Yes... you are correct"

MC finally looked at Noah with a raised eyebrow

"Noah... is it a mannerism of yours to hide your hands in your pockets?"

Que His eyes widening before MC turnes back to the others explaining further

"There's actually another detail about the knife worth noticing. The handle itself has a very grainy type of texture. If I were the killer I would've clutched the knife very tightly under my clothes waiting for the perfect time to strike... but all that clutching could lead to the handle's texture being engraved on the palm of my hand"

MC without warning abruptly grabs Noah's arm raising his left hand, him still refusing to reveal his palm

"If you are truly innocent you would've let your hand be loose in my grip"

"And if I were truly questioning an innocent man then they would've been and irritated, On the other hand if I was questioning the guilty they would've been nervous and anxious."

Noah was already about to lose it but MC kept going.

"The uncanny amounts of sweat forming on your forehead, eyes frantically looking anywhere else but me and your adam's apple abnormally moving up and down... I'd say your nervous"

MC smiling innocently as if nothing happened takes a step back from Noah.

"I...it's true... I killed her"

'Ahhhh I've always loved the feeling of getting a suspect to confess. It just proves that I haven't lost my touch'

"B...but why?" MC didn't even spared a glance at who asked and just answered abruptly.

"Isn't it obvious? He always wanted to be Grissella's apprentice. But being rejected every time allowed him to grow an unseething anger towards her"

Noah's eyes staring at MC in utter shock "H-how did you know my motive?"

"In my line of work even the simplest things can turn into a killer's motive, trust me, you aren't the first"

Satan raises a brow at this,

"What do you mean 'Line of Work' ?

Lucas finally realizing something before pointing a finger at MC

"Now I know why you seemed familiar... you're that apprentice who solved the London Heist case! Iv'e seen you on the papers before! You were only an intern at Scotland yard,"

MC still smiling while Lucifer,Mammon and Satan stood by the sidelines surprised.

The train's security guards rushing in to apprehend Noah then chewing off MC for 'Meddling with the adult's business' before pulling out their I.D. from their wallet

"I'm so sorry gentlemen I forgot to introduce myself..."

Queue the guards apologizing profusely then dragging off Noah away from the other passengers.

Then brothers finally coming to their senses

"I never knew you had such authority here in the Human world MC... It was quite a surprise"

But on the inside Satan was fanboying cause 'MC looked a lot like his idol detective when they were deducing'

Let's just say Satan didn't leave MC alone for a week after that.

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The way the informants accent changes when they go "mysterious partner fatalities" makes me SCREAM. they KNOW this is gonna get under Curt's skin and that's what they're trying to do and they do it SO WELL

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I love him sitting here grumbling with his hands crossed over his chest and his jacket laying over him... he's so babygirl

And then something something this is Owen's jacket and it's like Owen's laying over him giving him comfort

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Rest in peace Owen Carvour you would've loved making 20 grindr accounts to flirt with Curt

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I really hope Tatiana lives a good rest of her life and through all the chaos in her life finds inner peace and settles down in a nice little apartment with a partner or roommate or beagle and she lives an amazing life and dies with a smile on her face

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Torture Tango

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Prepare for fall headcanons. But not like THE FALL I make headcanons for that every day. Like. the season.

Owen violently pushes Curt into a pile of leaves, trust me

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The echo right after "me and my partner Owen".

Just.

Owen's not there, Owen's not his partner, Curt's words are nothing but an echo of what used to be true, and then with his realization, the echo drifts away. Owen's not his partner anymore, Owen is dead. And it's his fault, and for just a moment when he forgot, he was happy, ready to be a spy again, and now it's all thrown back into questions

Curt can be in love with Owen without being a spy, but the second Owen comes into the picture when Curt is a spy, and then he's gone, being a spy isn't an option anymore

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Esther is having so much fun in this

She knows she's the funniest person in the room and she's THRIVING

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I sometimes wonder if apart of Curt leaving was his fight of flight instincts kicking in, just that desire to run. He runs when the prince dies, his first instinct isn't to use the gun he has in his pocket in the casino but to stare down the weapon and walk back slowly. He runs because he's terrified, because he knows what he did. Because he knows there's no fixing it. So he freezes, and then he runs. He runs as fast as his legs can take him until he collapses, until he falls to his knees unable to feel his legs that bad become numb. Owen was always one step ahead because Curt was always running from the problems he was facing when push came to shove

Or maybe this is a really bad reading of his character idk

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Thinking about Owen leaning towards Curt's gun, his head pressed against the barrel, small tears in his eyes as he waits for Curt to pull the trigger. He sits there for a few seconds, and then everything goes blank, the bullet in his skull, he hits the floor, Curt's gun clacking to the steps below, realizing what he's done

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Owen Carvour Core