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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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WARNING: They’re called whoremones for a reason people. Kissing, heavy petting, a hand job.
Disclaimer: We have no claim on Harry Potter nor any characters or locations thereof. We gain only amusement from writing this.
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Snape was currently working rather...intently on the wolfsbane potion. After the violent storm of emotions that had finally been released from the emotional control equivalent of the Hoover Dam had ended, he'd gone to his bedroom to press a cool cloth to his eyes and ended up falling asleep. He'd only woken a few minutes ago, long past the start of dinner, and rather than create a scene by arriving late he'd asked a house elf to bring him some sandwiches and gone into his lab. His mind was a bit chaotic at the moment but rather than meditating and reordering it he was working on a potion because several good ideas had come up out of the swirling mess.
Harry had waved goodbye to Hermione and Draco not sure if they had noticed that he left as they were totally captivated by each other. He hurried down the stairs to the dungeon and paused to catch his breath before he asked for admittance. He realized that maybe Snape wanted to be alone but Harry needed to see that the other was alright.
The portrait was more than used to Harry coming by now and, as Severus had not said anything to the contrary, simply let him in without a word.
Making his way further into Snape's chambers Harry found himself in the lab where he watched Snape silently for a while, admiring the skill with which he worked. Snape made it all seem so effortless even though Harry knew it was an extremely complication potion, he did recognize it from previous visits. "You missed dinner." He finally said.
It took an effort not to jolt as he added rowan wood shavings to the potion when he heard Harry's voice. Snape had been so absorbed in the potion that he'd not noticed the teen enter the room. He cast a brief glance Harry's way and set about stirring the potion carefully. "I fell asleep and woke too late to make it down at an appropriate time."
"I was worried." Harry stepped further into the room but he was careful not to get too close to Snape since he still didn't know how the other felt about him being there. "Are you okay?"
Several long moments passed as Snape fiddled and stirred and added things to the potion before it reached a point where it was to sit for an hour. Then he turned to the youth. "I should be asking you that question. You are the one who was faced with a revelation today."
"Strangely enough yeah...Yeah I am okay. As you said I was faced with a revelation...With a little help from a lady I know now that I only have to be me. I won't let anyone push me into a frame that doesn't fit." Harry took another step closer. "Thank you for telling me, I needed to know."
The professor nodded and moved to a locked cabinet where he kept his most rare potion ingredients. He opened it and slid a panel aside, taking a box out. He set it down on the table, well away from the cauldron and potion ingredients before locking the cabinet again. "Remember that the next time someone tries to press you into something outside school curriculum that you don't wish to do." He looked down at the box, resting his hand on it. "P...Harry, thank you. For what you said before you left."
Letting the breath he had been holding out Harry gave up on trying to keep his distance and stalked over to wrap his arms around Snape from behind, resting his forehead against the other's shoulderblades. "I meant it you know. Whatever you did you have atoned for it a thousand times over. I was so scared that it was me you were avoiding now."
The man froze and closed his eyes, savoring the feel of the arms wrapped around his waist. Perhaps, now, he could take a chance. Perhaps he could seek a relationship with the youth behind him. The hand not on the box he'd taken from the cabinet touched the back of one of Harry's lightly. "No. I was not avoiding you. I only avoid people who irritate me, you are no longer grouped in that category."
Harry snorted but it had a bit of a desperate edge to it and he kept his hold around Snape's waist. "Glad to hear it. You have...You have become very important to me Severus."
A purely Slytherin smirk tugged at the corners of the older man's lips and he turned around in Harry's arms and looked down at the youth. "Really? How so?"
Harry blinked in surprise. "How so? You want the details? Maybe because I trust you more than myself most days. Or do you want to hear the dreams I have about you at nights? Making me have to change the sheets before the others wake up."
The smirk more than tugged at his lips now and Severus moved to back Harry up against the table, his hand coming to rest on either side of the youth's hips on the piece of furniture. "Yes, by all means do go into detail. You have my unwavering attention."
"I have, have I?" An answering grin played on Harry's lips. "How about I just show you instead?" He cupped Snape's face and pulled the older man down so that he could capture his lips with his own. He kissed the other for a moment, nipping lightly on Snape's bottom lip before pulling away, breathing into Snape's ear. "It always starts like this...The dreams..."
A small shiver went up Snape's back as he turned his head to nuzzle Harry's ear in return. "Do they? It would seem as though our dreams have something in common then Mr. Potter." He nipped the soft lobe gently.
A shudder went through Harry, he had no idea his ears were so sensitive. "G-good, having things in common is...Good." Feeling less than articulate Harry decided to put his mouth to better use and claimed Snape's again, this time letting his tongue come out and play.
A satisfied soft growl came from the older man as he opened his mouth and met Harry's tongue with his, welcoming it into his mouth. He very nearly purred as Harry explored his mouth thoroughly but instead he sucked lightly on the slick muscle, trying to commit the taste to memory.
It was the most brilliant feeling, right up there with flying. Kissing Snape gave Harry the same tickling sensations in his stomach as when he performed a flawless Wronsky Feint. A deep moan slipped out and Harry's hands moved from cupping Snape's face into his hair, holding him close to him as their tongues duelled and played.
Severus nipped playfully at Harry's tongue then chased it with his own into the youth's mouth. This was, quite honestly, a greater high than creating a ground-breaking potion or a new spell. Kissing Harry, he suspected, would outshine even the moment the Dark Lord finally fell. One hand lifted from the table to stroke up the teen's side over the emerald sweater he wore, mapping out the subtle shift of muscle beneath the thick wool.
Another moan slipped out and Harry pressed closer. He felt hot and needy and all he knew was that he wanted more. He wanted this wonderful feeling to last. Snape tasted like rain, fresh and clean and oh so addictive.
The professor curled his hand around the youth's waist, resting it on the small of Harry's back as the kiss grew ever more heated. He was about to lift the younger man up to sit on the table when a throat was cleared politely to his right.
"Sorry to interrupt but the Headmaster is knocking."
Snape lifted his head reluctantly with a soft curse that was unprintable and nodded sharply at the portrait that had informed him. "Very well, give us a few moments."
Harry's eyes were dazed and unfocused and his lips were kiss swollen to the point where they actually ached. Still at first he couldn't understand why Snape had stopped and he made to drag him back to press their mouths together when the portrait's words finally penetrated his mind. "Oh crap." Harry tried to think about Dudley in his underwear to get rid of his insistent erection. He reluctantly released Snape and breathed heavily in an attempt to regain composure.
The older man took a few steps back and inhaled softly while thanking Merlin for loose robes. He moved over to a book shelf and plucked a text from it, handing the book to Harry and nudging the youth over to a stool that would keep the area below his waist hidden. There wasn't much to be done about the swollen lips but no matter what suspicions the Headmaster might end up with, there was absolutely nothing he could truly do about it. "We will talk after he leaves Harry." Snape found himself brushing the wild black hair away from the youth's eyes before the sound of steps coming towards the lab had him moving back to stare into the cauldron and pretend to note down the most minute reactions within.
Sitting up straighter Harry pretended to be lost in the book in front of him as he waited for the headmaster to come in. He was glad that Snape wanted to talk later but he hoped that the Potions Master wouldn't say that it had been a mistake. Harry wouldn't let him say that because the two of them together wasn't a mistake, far from it.
Dumbledore walked in and his bushy silvery eyebrows rose in surprise when he caught sight of Harry. "Harry my boy, this is a surprise the last place I thought I'd find you on a school break."
Harry just smiled faintly. "You know me, I need all the extra studying time I can get."
"Hm." Dumbledore mused but didn't say anything else. "And you Severus, how are you? It's not common for you to miss a set time, even if it's only dinner."
"I am perfectly well. I did not wish to leave my potion though I...apologize if I caused any undue concern." There was very little sincerity in that statement as there were only a few who he cared anything about that he did not wish to distress. The teenager he'd just ravished the mouth of being one of them.
"Well good to know you're alright." Dumbledore beamed. "Had to check you know, you can't be too cautious these days."
Harry felt a feather light brush against the web he had risen to guard his mind and he quickly tossed the trespasser out, shocked that Dumbledore would even try Legilimency with him.
"I see studying has paid off, good, good." Dumbledore straightened his glasses.
Severus turned slowly to give the old man a stony stare as he'd also felt the old wizard attempting to poke into his own head. "Is there some...other reason you came down Albus?"
"No, no, just checking in on an old friend. I will leave you to your potions now." Dumbledore's smile seemed a little strained. "Good evening to you and don't study too hard now, it's the holidays after all."
Snape humphed and turned back to his potion with a dismissive, "Good evening."
Albus bowed his head making his long beard wiggle and walked out of the room.
"Is it just me or was that really weird, even for the headmaster?" Harry asked and closed to book in front of him, it wasn't exactly as if he'd been reading it anyway.
The professor held up a finger for a moment, waiting until Uriah popped into his frame and nodded, affirming that the Headmaster had left. "Yes it was rather strange." He peered down at the potion, checked the time, and picked up a single ingredient, some kind of fine powder, and sprinkled it in, stirring clockwise with the silver stirring rod seven times. The potion turned a brilliant vermilion, drawing a half pleased hum from the potion master. "I tend to err of the side of caution around anyone who can poke into my head but as a rule Albus doesn't attempt it unless it's after a Death Eater gathering. That was...quite unlike him just now."
Harry nodded. "Everything he said seemed forced somehow." Harry knew that the headmaster had his quirks but he had never behaved like this before, it made Harry feel very uncomfortable, like one more foundation had been ripped from underneath him.
Snape scooped up a small bit of the potion into a vial for testing and stored the rest in a large sealed ewer in case he'd succeeded in the brewing. "He doesn't particularly like the dungeons but he was a bit stiff even with that." He vanished all the potion paraphernalia with a wave of his wand. "I wouldn't worry overly about it unless it happens again."
"You're probably right, anyone can have an off day I suppose." Still there was something that wasn't sitting quite right with Harry but he wouldn't obsess over it, there was nothing he could do anyway and besides, Harry hoped that he and Snape would have more pleasant things to discuss.
The older man met Harry's gaze. "Shall we move to more comfortable environs?"
Flushing lightly Harry held Snape's gaze and got up from the stool Snape had placed him on. "That sound like an excellent idea...Sir."
The professor lifted a brow and gestured Harry towards the door to his sitting room. "I think, under the circumstances, you could continue to use my name when we are in a private setting." He followed closely behind the youth, close enough that he could feel the warmth of the other's body. "In fact I insist upon it."
"You insist? Well in that case I have no choice but to obey." Harry looked back over his shoulder, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Severus..." The name came out like a purr. "Like that?" Harry asked in mock innocence.
An upward curve of lips, just a shade more wicked than the gleam in the youth's emerald gaze, graced the older man's face. "I do believe that you, Harry," the way he drawled the teen's name made it sound as though it was exotic and sinfully forbidden, "have a bit of a minx in your personality." A delicate pause came along with a subtle brush of fingers at the base of Harry's spine that directed him towards the small sofa in front of the fireplace. "I have no complaints about that, so long as I'm the one getting the benefit of it."
"Well I could have been in Slytherin you know, the hat told me I would do great in your house." Harry shivered at Snape's touch even as he kept his teasing smile. All of a sudden having been sorted in Slytherin didn't seem like such a bad thing, he was happy where he was though. "And believe me...You will benefit."
Severus tugged Harry down to sit on the sofa, one long fingered hand clasped loosely around the youth's wrist. The other hand went up to trace the pads of his fingertips over the planes and soft angles of the peach pale face. An amused tilt came to Severus' lips when he felt no hint of stubble along the youth's jaw even though he knew that Harry did end up with a five o'clock shadow every so often. "Shaving charm?"
"Mmm, yes." Harry grinned. "Hermione had a hard time teaching it to me and Ron after we'd done our best to botch up our faces with traditional razors." He looked a bit sheepish. "Thank Merlin for magic I say, it may not be much but it's the only face I have." Having Severus touch him was very distracting and Harry knew he was babbling, he couldn't seem to stop though, even as he shifted in his seat to get closer to the other.
"Not much?" Snape raised a brow. "Harry you are one of the most attractive young men I have ever seen, don't sell yourself short." His thumb brushed across the edge of the youth's cheekbone. "I find it quite astonishing that no one has snapped you up before now."
"Perhaps I've not wanted to get snapped up before." The blush on Harry's cheeks deepened and spread across his face and down his neck, he was certainly not used to being called attractive. "I could say the same thing for you though." Harry took a hold of Snape's hand and brought it to his mouth, nipping lightly on the pads of his fingers.
An almost purr came from the older man. "Hmm the greasy git? The dungeon bat? My personality is quite off-putting to those who look beyond my unfortunate nose and I've never seen much point in investing attention in those who balk at the first hurdle." Snape released Harry's wrist to stroke his fingers through to soft, wild black hair of the youth.
"Their loss, my gain." Harry said softly and moved to straddle Severus. He ran his fingers through Snape's hair and tilted his head back, placing kisses on his forehead, cheeks and nose before moving to kiss his lips lightly. "Soo my gain."
Severus nipped lightly at Harry's bottom lip, one hand at the back of the youth's neck, the other on the base of his spine. "I am pleased you think so. I give you fair warning Harry, I am Slytherin to the core. That means I will be extremely possessive and likely to have bouts of jealousy." He nuzzled the edge of the teen's jaw. "I am not a good man Harry but if I consider something or someone mine I take care of it."
"You have nothing to worry about, nothing to be jealous about." Harry leaned him closer, continuing to kiss Severus. "I don't mind being yours, in fact I want to be but it goes both ways. You're mine too Severus Snape and now that I’ve got you I'm not letting go."
The older man flicked his tongue over Harry's lip. "Good, we're in agreement on that. I do have a question however." His hand stroked lazily at the back of Harry's neck.
"Hmm, what kind of question is that?" Harry asked, his skin prickling into goose-bumps as Severus caressed the sensitive skin of his neck. If Severus continued to touch him like that there was a high risque that he would agree to anything.
"How do you wish to handle your friends?" Snape's voice, while still soft, was serious. "As well as the rest of the school?"
Harry pulled away a little and rested his head on Snape's shoulder, burying his nose against Snape's neck, breathing in his scent. "I would like nothing more than to flaunt you, I don't want us to be a secret but I will if you need it to be one. How will it work with your friends? I can't let you get in trouble."
The professor grimaced. "That would be the only reason to keep us a secret. If they find out I would be expected to bring you before the Dark Lord, likely within a very short amount of time. Were it not for the Death Eaters, I wouldn't care who knows."
"I guess it's best to keep it between us for now then...Until snakeface is gone but after that I will show you off and claim you in front of anyone who wants to look." Harry nuzzled the tip of his nose against Snape's warm skin. "Hermione will know though, she'll know before I tell her...She's scary that way. She won't tell anyone, I trust her with everything."
Snape pet the youth's hair. "I'm not bothered by that, nor by the possibility of Draco or even Weasley knowing. For either Granger or Weasley to share any information with a Death Eater it would likely be a sign of the Apocalypse. As for my godson, he'd bite his tongue off and choke on the blood before assisting Lucius' aims now that his mother is away from his influence."
Harry nodded. "I'm shite at keeping things from my friends so they will probably find out. Ron will have kittens but he would never spill." Harry moved slightly so that he could run his lips up and down Snape's throat instead of his nose. "We'll just have to make the best of the situation until we can be out in the open. Secret trysts in empty classrooms...Me hiding under your desk during class...Endless possibilities."
A soft growl came from the older man and he tilted his head to allow Harry better access to his throat. "You are surprisingly wicked. Why didn't you get sorted into my house if the hat wanted to place you in Slytherin?" The hand on Harry's back slipped up under the sweater, stroking the skin beneath.
"I begged it not to." Harry let his tongue come into play, tasting and licking his way across the smooth skin of Snape's neck. "In my defence I had just heard that all dark wizards came from Slytherin and I'd had a less than thrilling experience with a certain pointy faced, blond git."
A soft chuckle came from Severus. "Ah I see." He scraped his nails lightly over the small of Harry's back.
"Now I know better of course, although Malfoy is still a pointy faced git but I'm glad you're not my head of house. If you were I might feel awkward doing this." Harry pulled Snape's collar further down to suckle at his adams apple before nibbling his way up Snape's jaw.
"Oh Merlin forbid." Snape's sneaky little hand slipped down from Harry's back and up under the waistband of his pants to cup one firm globe of his ass. "I'd hate for you to feel awkward. Then I couldn't take advantage of this delightful position." The older man's voice had dropped an octave, growing husky as he arched his hips up against Harry's.
Harry's back arched and he ground down, meeting Snape's movements feeling the older man's erection against his own even through all layers of clothing. "Nnngh...That would be bad, so very bad because this position is glorious." Harry was panting now, the hand on the bare skin of his ass was setting his entire body on fire. Harry leaned down and captured Snape's lips in a fierce kiss, all teeth and tongue and deliciously wet.
Snape growled into the kiss and pushed Harry's hips down harder to create more friction as their tongues danced. His other hand found its way beneath the youth's sweater and stroked up the lithe body to tweak a nipple. The young man in his arms was a heady drug in taste and feel and he had no problem with becoming addicted.
"Oh sweet Merlin." Harry shuddered, the tweak on his nipple was just on the edge between pleasure and pain and Harry reveled in the sensations. He had no idea what he was doing, wanking and a few less than satisfactory kisses had done nothing to prepare him for pleasure like this.
The older man shifted, angling his head to bite down gently on the tendon in Harry's neck as he continued to grind against the teen and play with the nipple. "Tell me Harry, do you like this?"
"Mmm, like it?" Harry rocked and moved along with Snape, trying to heighten each sensation. "I bloody love it, better than magic." Harry felt too hot all of a sudden and reached for the hem of his knitted sweater and pulled over his head, making his hair stand on end.
A darkly amused chuckle came from Severus as he nipped and nibbled his way down Harry's throat to latch on to the spot where his neck met his shoulder and apply himself to making a vivid mark. Once he was satisfied with the dark purple hickey he kissed his way down to the neglected nipple to flick his tongue over it and blew teasingly on the nub. In a surge of sudden movement he had Harry on his back on the sofa and was lying between the youth's legs. His hand slipped out of the back of the younger man's trousers in favor of cupping the tented front and massaging the hard bulge there.
Harry tossed his head back exposing his newly marked skin and a ragged moan escaped him when he felt Snape's hand on his erection. Even through the wool of his trousers it felt wonderful and he couldn't help but push his hips up into the glorious touch. The fabric of the sofa was scratchy against his back but Snape felt amazing on top of him, it was like he belonged in the cradle of Harry's hips. His hands carded through Snape's hair before settling on his shoulders. Harry frowned. "Why do you still have so many clothes on?"
"Hm obviously I'm not doing my job right if you can form a coherent sentence." Snape nipped gently at the nipple before his mouth, echoing the action with a pinch from his fingers on the other. His hand shifted to draw down Harry's zipper and slipped the waistband of the youth's underwear down just enough to have Harry's erection freed from the cloth. He wrapped his fingers around the stiff flesh and stroked slowly, his thumb rubbing at the tip, smearing the bead of precum that had gathered there.
Harry's air came wooshing out of him in a long unsteady sigh and his universe narrowed down to Snape, his mouth on his nipple and his hand...'Oh fuck, that glorious hand.’ touching him where he wanted it the most. The chilly air of the room combined with the warmth of Snape's hand made each sensation even more noticeable and Harry quivered, his erection bobbed in Snape's hand. His hands tightened on Snape's shoulders and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head.
Snape shifted his own hips against the sofa, seeking friction to ease his own erection as the delicious sounds Harry made inflamed him further. He made a sound somewhere between a purr and a groan as he stroked the youth's cock a bit faster and lifted his eyes to watch the pleasure flit over the other man's features. He was absolutely gorgeous like this and Snape had every intention to see him sprawled naked beneath him on a bed in the throes of passion eventually. It was too soon for that to his mind but there was more than one way to bring your partner to release.
He was vaguely aware of the noises he was making, the whines, moans and growls but Harry was too far gone to be embarrassed. Harry had never had anyone touch his prick but himself and sadly enough he knew that this wouldn't last long, not with the way Snape rubbed and stroked, touched and nibbled. It was too much, it made his entire nervous system short circut. He dug his heels into the sofa and arched up, pressing himself into Snape's touch as he climbed higher and higher only to soar over the edge at one brilliant twist of Snape's hand. Harry thought that he shouted Severus name when he came all over himself and Snape but he couldn't be sure over the way his thundering heartbeat echoed in his ears.
A smirk of satisfaction crossed the professor's lips and he lifted his head to watch Harry better as the youth came. The sight of Harry and the sound of him nearly screaming his name made his cock actually throb in the confines of his trousers. He shifted so that Harry was cradled in his lap as the youth slumped, panting to catch his breath. Severus pressed a kiss to one, still too thin shoulder and summoned a warm, wet cloth wandlessly to clean Harry off.
Slowly Harry regain control of his senses...Well mostly anyway. He blinked up at Snape his glasses askew on his narrow face. "That was...wow!" He must have shouted louder that he thought because his voice came out hoarse and scratchy. "But what about...You know...You?"
A gentle chuckle came from the older man as he reached up to straighten Harry's glasses. "Hm? Yes? What about me?"
If he hadn't been a sated, boneless puddle of goo Harry would have blushed, he was not used to having conversations like this. "Don't you want to release?" What if Snape hadn't thought it was good? What if Harry wasn't enough to turn him on. All kinds of unpleasant thoughts started to run through his head and Harry felt himself tensing up.
"Hm," Severus snugged his chin on Harry's shoulder and gave the youth a small smirk, "if you'll notice precisely what you're sitting on, it really wouldn't take much more than a few well timed wriggles to set me off Harry but I didn't do that for me, at least not entirely. I did it for you, because I wanted to see you lost in pleasure."
Now that he mentioned it Harry did feel a hard bulge under him and without meaning to he did wiggle, just to get a better feel of it. A small smile spread over his features, he was very happy that Snape wasn't unaffected. "It felt brilliant Severus, totally bloody brilliant. If you didn't gather that when I got lost I'm telling you now."
Snape groaned and shivered when Harry wiggled and nipped the youth's neck. "Minx. I gathered it quite well. You make a glorious picture when you're in the throes of pleasure."
Harry didn't know how to respond to that so he just molded his body to Snape's and leaned his head against his shoulder, content to be near him and to be held. "Next time it's my turn though, to watch you come undone. I can't wait to see it."
The older man slid his arms around Harry. "You would indeed have done well in Slytherin you little minx." He chuckled. "I'll look forward to it."
"Mmm, me too." Harry snuggled closer into Snape's embrace. Right now everything was perfect, he could shut out the rest of the world and lose himself in Snape.
Severus closed his eyes and buried his nose in the untamable mop of hair on the youth's head, breathing in the other's scent contentedly. He knew that sooner or later reality would intrude but for now bliss was here in his arms and he could relax for a time.

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TW'S A/N: YUS! Finally, officially 'together' yet there are clouds on the horizon DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNN! In case you can't guess I tend to get hyper but I would like to say a couple things.

First, regarding Pansy in previous chapters, I _{(as I am the one playing her while Ash generously plays Ron)} have not lessened her sensual boldness nor continued to show her being constantly jumpy around men after the assault for a reason. That reason is that I believe that Pansy is the sort of person who would consider letting it continue to publicly affect her like that to be a sign of weakness and a sign that she is letting Crabbe and Goyle win. She is making a concentrated effort to not let it change the way she acts. When alone she still wraps herself in Ron's tatty robe and cuddles the unicorn/snake plush and gives in to shudders and tears. It is still affecting her behind the scenes but she is determined not to let it change her. Ron's action of saving her allows her to feel comfortable flirting, holding hands, being alone with and dating him. In her mind he is the protector who will not harm her while Crabbe and Goyle were already untrustworthy sickos she knew to be wary of.

Second, there are a few kissing scenes between the het couples in this (hence the M/F tag) but nothing hot and heavy. Also there is only one, yes just one full blown dick up the ass lemon in this entire fic. Out of 36 total parts. Couple of limes but only one full lemon. We are proud of this, very proud because it means we concentrated more on the story than the porn. So I apologize if you began reading this expecting a super yummy smutfest but plot reigns.
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