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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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✩ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

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Seconded! I saw the patriot on the TV the other day and could not stop thinking about AC3 XD

Omg I need this so bad XD and having Slenderman as a known legend during that time is not as far fetched as you might think, considering the hessian mercenaries that came from Germany and Poland around that time, they would probably use said mythological creature as a scare tactic. (In Germany in the 1600's there were apparent sightings of a Slenderman like figure and the tales of him were used to keep children in line :P)

Picture Connor and Clipper breaking in and investigating Templar Headquarters and end up searching one of the bedrooms... until they hear the sound of approaching footsteps and quickly hide under the bed (it's pretty big) and both of them are surprised to hear Haytham and Charles enter... and they start talking about their plans... while having sex on top of the bed.

Meanwhile, Clipper is having a panic attack while Connor is trying to catch the snippets of conversation regarding their Templar plans. The two assassins manage to endure and even manage to communicate silently (have their own morse code I guess, or if it's a modern setting - maybe they could be texting) about how they plan on sneaking out. Finally, when it's over, and once Charles is asleep, Haytham gets out of bed, and drags the Assassins out from underneath it.

Haytham remarks that he hoped his son learned something from this and kicks them both out with death threats.

I can't not fill this... damn it.

I thought that was the Pied Piper? Although...come to think of it, the Piper and the modern Slenderman share quite a few similarities. :) And totally creep me out, lol.

oh my god I screamed so much reading this (Ok well I screamed on my twitter like crazy) oh god you have such an engaging voice and style and I absolutely love the way you portray kadar and malik it's just really good.I enjoy their bond and how you developed them so far.

I threw myself back when you introduced Altair and it's so curious that they both fainted, I liked it. OH god the END of pt 2 though /I/ never laughed so much before.

I literally just canNOT wait for your next update author! I'm just linking all my friends to this too so just so you know I'm not the only one reading!!

Great job!

this is pretty much the most perfect prompt ever and could only be made better if there were connor/clipper involved in some way. if someone doesn't fill this ~~i might have to~~ i will cry.

Heehee OP would love Connor/Clipper part as well... maybe they head back to Clipper's place for the night but before they become intimate they have to make sure to check under the bed ^^;

*taps fingers together*
Exxxxxceeeelllent. OP is most pleased.

This made me flip off my bed laughing because the whole time I was thinking that Connor would care less about their rutting and more of the Templar plans.

Daemon AU. With Assassin's and Templar's views on how one's daemon should be? Maybe templars hates bird-daemons because they think no man should have the right to fly? Maybe just a study on a character and there daemon?

No real big guidelines. Keep it gen or swing a pairing in there. Pretty open.

As Hickey does try to enjoy pleasure of the flesh to his max. Joining the Templars gave him a protection to pursue his pleasures. Does Johnson view his habits of his assistant? Does he indulge them? Train him?

OP, I apologize if this didn't focus on the actual kissing enough for your liking. I tried. orz

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Haytham could not deny that Davenport had taught his son well. Connor wielded his weapons with deadly grace and strength--a whirlwind of death and destruction. He was forever slow to compliment the boy, and it could perhaps even be said that he felt jealous that it was another man’s teachings that had made his son into such an efficient tool of war. After all, was that not his place as the father to educate and raise the boy as he saw fit? To have his place stolen away like that...

Well, at least the old Assassin had failed to teach Connor about one certain part of life.

It came to the forefront of Haytham’s attention after Connor saw fit to throw them out of a burning building and into a river, and while they were originally going to part ways immediately, the onset of dusk and the threat of catching cold meant it was wiser to spend the night somewhere nearby. They would clean up, dry their outfits, and be off early in the morning, and that would be that.

The boy had remained uncomfortably quiet for the majority of their time at the inn thus far, and in an effort to ease the uncomfortable silence, Haytham had attempted to speak about a wide variety of inane things--including Connor’s romantic endeavors. It was perhaps an odd choice of conversation for the two of them, but this was more in line with what a normal father would ask his son, right?

Well, maybe not. What did he know of normal fatherhood? Haytham rather doubted he understood the concept very well, given his own upbringing and the estranged relationship he had with his own son.

Either way, Connor had responded with a snarly negative, and in genuine surprise, Haytham had prodded further. After all, by his son’s age, he’d had several partners of his own, and that was with the additions of his Templar duties. Surely being an Assassin couldn’t require so much time that the boy had never tried anything--no romantic interests, no kissing, no sex. The boy’s temper only rose with further questioning, and after a brief (and rather pointless) argument about wasting one’s youth, Connor had boldly stated that it didn’t matter, that he could figure out how to kiss when the opportunity arose, and that this entire conversation was ridiculous.

The flush of his cheeks seemed to suggest otherwise though.

Nonetheless, Haytham let the topic lie for the time being. It was only after they’d both washed the stench of the river off of their skin and out of their hair that he broached it once more--or rather, he decided that he’d go ahead and act on it. Davenport had already taught the boy so much; he had a fair amount of ground to make up for, and if this was the topic put before him...

Well, he fancied himself an expert in the field, so it worked out, awkward familial ties be damned.

Connor had sat down on his bed, and instead of taking a seat on his own, Haytham took a place beside the boy. His son frowned at him, puzzled, but when he did not immediately push him away, he leaned in and brushed his lips against his jaw. The boy smelled of the soap they’d used, but beneath that, Haytham could detect a more earthy scent, one that reminded him of Ziio.

Of course, that happy memory lasted for all of two seconds before a hand was being shoved into his face, and Connor was yelling. “What are you doing?” he demanded, his blush reappearing in between one second and the next. “Are you mad?”

“I’m saving you from looking like a fool later on,” he answered matter-of-factly, as if this was the most obvious answer to ever be given. “Come now, Connor. To have never been kissed at this age... It’s deplorable.”

“I do not need your instruction on such matters.”

“Oh?” Haytham arched a brow at the boy. “Do you believe yourself naturally gifted?”

“I never said that,” Connor snapped.

“You are embarrassed then. I understand. I suppose that being as inexperienced as you are would lead you to be rather irritable when--umph!”

So it would seem that poking fun at the boy’s pride repeatedly was the way to get him to act. A pair of unmoving lips had pressed against his, and Haytham blinked in surprise at this development. Connor had his eyes screwed shut, and his entire body was tense: eyebrows knit, shoulders raised, body tilted at a rather odd angle.

With a soft sigh, Haytham gently placed his hands on the boy’s arms and pushed him away. “Unskilled, just as I thought,” he said softly, but there was more humor to his tone than actual accusation. “You’ll frighten away all your partners that way. Just... relax a little, hm?”

He ducked in and initiated the kiss again, keeping the press of his lips gentle; his hands squeezed Connor’s arms gently, willing him to ease into it. Haytham did not push him any further until he stopped acting like a spooked cat, dropping featherlight kisses against his cheeks, his jaw and murmuring soft words of encouragement. “Let it happen naturally.”

The boy nodded, and Haytham leaned in again, applying more force this time. Releasing one arm, he let that hand tangle loosely in damp hair, silently asking Connor to remain as he was--to not pull away. His tongue darted out, drawing a wet stripe across the boy’s lower lip, and it made him gasp; Haytham took that opportunity to delve deeper.

For a moment, he worried that Connor would shove him away like before, but apparently, his son was enjoying himself more than he thought. Connor made a soft noise, stiffening for a moment, before all but melting into it. He reciprocated, allowing his tongue to slide along his father’s; his hand lifted, hovering uncertainly in the air.

When they broke, Haytham grasped his wrist and guided him, allowing it to settle lightly on his shoulder. Connor stared at him, wide-eyed and in a daze, and he could not help but smile a little. “You are free to touch, you know,” he commented idly. “I find it tends to enhance the experience.”

Those words seemed to drag the boy out of his little reverie, and he frowned, eyes shifting downwards and toward the side. “Why would I do that?”

Haytham shrugged, but he noted that Connor’s hand remained right where it was. “Shall we go again?”

His son didn’t bother responding with words and opted to take the lead this time, bumping their noses together in his haste. Haytham touched a hand to his cheek, a smirk pulling at his lips, before returning it to his hair. “Slowly, child. No point in rushing.”

Adjusting the angle of his approach, he kissed the boy again, and this time, those soft lips parted for him immediately, the fingers on his shoulder tightening minutely. The ease with which Connor settled was more noticeable this time, and he leaned into it, pressing his advantage when Haytham didn’t; this time it was his tongue that slipped past his partner’s lips. Long fingers shifted from dark locks to cup the boy’s face, thumb stroking along his cheekbone. Connor subtly arched into the touch, humming low in his throat.

Idly, Haytham wondered if his son took to all aspects of learning so eagerly. If Davenport had it this easy, then the legends of the man’s teaching prowess were vastly overstated; this wasn’t difficult at all. There was hardly any effort involved as one kissed dissolved into another, their breaths intermingling and warming his skin. Connor’s actions were still a touch rushed, causing their teeth to clack together once or twice, but Haytham would temper that overzealous nature with light nips, correcting the boy without saying a word.

Calloused hands finally shifted against his shoulders, exerting a gentle but persistent backwards force. Haytham made a curious sound in the back of his throat but went along with it, allowing Connor to tip him onto his back, the mattress soft beneath him. The boy followed, lips chasing after his, and he chuckled into the kiss, the sound of his voice turning into a low moan as the warm weight of Connor settled over him.

“Gently. Gently,” he repeated when he felt teeth graze roughly against his skin, eyes fluttering shut. Haytham reached up, tugged on his son’s hair, and Connor relented, lifting himself up on his arms. “Like this.”

He propped himself up onto his elbows and dragged his tongue over the curve of the boy’s throat, pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point he found there, and at last, allowed himself the slightest drag of teeth that had Connor trembling above him. Haytham smiled, all pride and arrogance, and then tilted his chin upwards to capture his son’s mouth again, easing his tongue past kissed-red lips.

The boy’s arousal pressed against his thigh, the heat of it apparent even through the cotton of their nightshirts, and as Haytham broke the kiss to suck on his lower lip, Connor’s hips jerked, his fingers curled all the more tightly around the sheets. His grip only strengthened when Haytham circled his legs around the boy’s waist, drawing him closer. Reaching between them, he tugged the offending clothing upwards so it bunched at their waists, allowing their cocks to drag against each other with each rock of the hips.

It had Connor moaning into their kisses, and he replied in turn, their voices mingling in the quiet of their room. Trusting his son to support the weight of both of them, Haytham looped his arms around the boy, hands splayed across his broad back, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. The air between them grew hot, the actions between them becoming ever more desperate, and even Haytham could not slow the pace now--not when Connor’s tongue was sweeping over his jawline, his teeth worrying his earlobe.

Not to be outdone, he reciprocated by reclaiming that wicked mouth, surging into the kiss with such possessiveness that Connor stilled the movements of his hips. One hand slipping upwards to cradle the back of his son’s head, Haytham crushed their lips together and rocked up against the him, precum smearing over their shirts. He slipped his other hand between them and curled his fingers around their erections and tugged, eliciting a sharp cry from Connor.

Kiss broken, they panted, forehead pressed to forehead, as they both fucked Haytham’s fist. His son was the first to spill, his powerful body shuddering above him, and it was the sloppy kisses to his brow that eventually sent Haytham over the edge, adding to the sticky mess already spread between them.

With a self-satisfied sigh, he settled back against the mattress, one leg dropping over the side of the bed, tiptoes brushing the cool floor. Connor joined him a heartbeat later, half draped over him, and for a moment, Haytham thought to complain about the heat and the weight. When the boy pressed a final kiss against his temple, though, he thought better of it, lips curling into a lazy smile.

“There are better ways to kiss your partner goodnight,” he murmured, eyes sliding shut; Connor grunted beside him. “But I suppose that will have to be a lesson for another day.”

holy hell anon that was the best thing I've read here in a long time!! Please continue this! I will be very sad if this is dropped. =[

<3 youuuuu!

For all the attemps AC made in AC3 to give the Templars good reasons, there's still too many mustache-twirling villains among the cross bearers for my taste, anon.

I'm not asking for woobification, but I would like a fic in which Vidic actually views Subject 4 as his son, as he claims, and cares greatly about him, in his own way. He's still a Templar through and through - but that doesn't mean he isn't proud of Subject 4.

May the father of understanding guide all fillanons.

The Animus is a revolutionary invention with all sorts of uses. Abstergo, having deep ties to the government, worked with the FBI to help develop their own related technology, the Added Reality Interface or ARI.

It turns out they're linked more closely than anybody knows. When Clay gets into the Animus, he finds Norman Jayden is there first.

Porn is optional, becoming AI bros is a must. I will love you doubleforever if Desmond or Blake is involved.

(I wouldn't be surprised if something like this has been asked for before. If it has, please link me!)

I'm glad you enjoyed it OP. <3 (haha, it's a shame I don't use twitter but I follow you on tumblr and I love your art so much miss Sinsigh asdfghjkl;)

Believe it or not, when I started writing the bump in the library I actually got a headache. SO FITTING. I went early to bed when I wrote it and could only finish writing it yesterday. Oh bother. Speaking of updates, I'm afraid I won't be able to update so often, maybe only once a week or too because of rl problems (I'm still on break but I have debts with my college and well, it's not turning out nicely *sigh*).

Also, I'm sure you've noticed this by now, but just to make it clear, English ain't my first language and I don't have a beta, so please kindly ignore all the mistakes you see. I usually revise my texts twice, but even so I know I still let some slip, oops.

The fact that you're enjoying this enough to share it with others makes me incredibly happy! >u<~ I'll try and see if I can update again during the weekend (but no promises as I'm filling some other fills around here as well ;;).

From now on there will be a lot less Kadar (and Anne) and a lot more Altaïr (finally!) so things might get interesting, hohoho.

Malik bby ;; I feel so sorry for him, he had nothing to do with it, the poor thing. Here's hoping Altaïr (or even Malik himself) will find some way to save the day. Can't wait for the next update!

Oh my Gosh, are you kidding me? That was perfect writer!anon! I wish I could give you a big hug because those kisses were, unf, excellent!

And you even managed to include some frotting, another kink of mine! asdfghjkl; Double infinite points for you beautiful writer!anon!!!!

Really, this was amazing and I loved it ~~and I totally wish I could see that lesson for another day~~. Thank you so much!

Oh, wow! Will someone fill this, please?

YES please!

When he woke up it felt like as if somebody had hit him across the head with a hammer. The world was foggy and it took him a few seconds before he could find the strength to open his eyes. He blinked and the room was spinning as he was nauseas. He was on a drip-feed, laying in a bed in a complete white room. For a small moment his sluggish brain thought it looked straight from a horror movie. Altair wanted to rip off the tubes going to his nose, helping him breath but he found his hands restrained to the bed frame, soft leather manacles wrapped around his wrists and holding him in place. The soft noise of beeping filled the room, the lights dim and it seemed it was late in the evening. There was a window to his left and he could watch the city lying to his feet.

"I'm sorry for these."

Lucy pushed herself off the wall to his right side and Altair glared at her, gritting his teeth. "Then take them off", he told her, his eyes never leaving her frame as she slowly walked around the bed, watching the monitors and changing something on his IV. "I will in a moment." He didn't try pulling at his restraints – he always thought it looked ridiculous when they did it on TV. If he wanted to get out of here he wouldn't need his muscular strength but his mind. Now – first things first.

"What happened?" He licked across his chapped lips and his voice sounded hoarse, his throat was dry. Since it was already dark outside he assumed he'd been unconsciousness for at least a few hours. He sighed heavily and his head sunk a little further into the pillow – did they drug him? He felt almost too weak to move at all. "You had a small seizure", Lucy told him straight forward and Altair looked at her frowning, tilting his head to one side, eyes narrowing. "Uhm... what?" Lucy sighed and she rubbed her temple with one hand. "You see, I think-", she sighed again and her hand dropped back to the side of her body. "How much do you remember from today?", and she was holding his gaze, arms crossed in front of her chest.

Altair sighed and he closed his eyes, trying to brush the wafts of mist from his mind. "I remember... coming here. You picked me up", and his amber eyes opened again, glaring at her with actual betrayal. He had trusted her and learned one more time that no one could be trusted in this world anymore. It didn't mean it hurt any less. "I remember talking with Vidic...", he murmured and coughed, Lucy quickly reacting and holding up a glass filled with water and a straw inside so he could drink. After Altair swallowed she put the glass back onto the small table to his side. He looked back at her and for a short moment there were two Lucy's standing there, his vision blurring.

"Everything is just blank after that..." He remembered Malik but he didn't say it – maybe it was better if he would just keep it to himself. But he remembered him even if it wasn't much. A man he knew from his past but Altair couldn't say which past anymore. Vidic's words still echoed inside his head like a mantra and it was difficult to grasp their whole meaning as he didn't understand any of it yet. This shit was just too crazy too believe. But he would get there – he would get to the truth. He wondered what had happened between waking up and going to work and then coming here, as if somebody had just pushed him into some kind of weird parallel universe. "He said he could fix me", he added and now he did pull at his bindings even though it was just a bit but it really started to get uncomfortable and fuck, he just wanted to go home now.

"Yes he can. We can help you, Altair." Her eyes fell on his wrists. "I will take them off now. We've put them on so you wouldn't hurt yourself..."

"And here I thought I was some kind of prisoner", and Altair expected Lucy to laugh and wave him off, telling him how silly he was for thinking that but her lips turned into a grim line instead. "I'm not a prisoner, am I?", he pondered carefully and Lucy's hands flew across his skin, taking one wrist to release him. "You're not...", she shook his head, her voice soft and quiet.

"But?" Altair looked up at her and drew his hand towards his chest once his left one was free.

"There's no but", and his right hand was free was well. "We're really hoping for you to help us Altair", she was almost looking at him with pleading eyes. "It's a fair deal we offer. You help us and we help you."

That couldn't be true. Lucy might try convincing him nothing bad would happen but Altair knew better. He remembered Malik, staring at him with wide eyes. He had only gotten a few seconds to look at him, but he'd seen that he'd been beaten. "If I'm not a prisoner then what am I?", he asked her instead.

"I would hope for you to become a partner... some kind of business partner", she shrugged with her shoulders and walked around his bed, leaning next to the window with her arms crossed behind her back and she seemed smaller, more fragile... sad actually.

Sad are only those who understand.

Altair hissed with pain, his hand coming up to his temple. His head hurt, a sharp pain which felt like as if it would rip him in two. Lucy leaned her head to one side, her eyebrows rising with worry. "Everything alright?"

Altair nodded and swallowed a whimper, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I just... need a few... seconds", he groaned.

"What?"

"Just a few seconds", he said again and looked up at her, watching how she stepped closer, her hands placed onto the bed as she leaned forwards. "Altair...?" His eyes were flashing, turning bright and almost yellow for half a second. She pushed herself back, moving towards the door. "Maybe I should call Dr. Vidic..."

"What?", Altair called after her, turning in his bed. "What does that mean? Hey! Where are you going?" But she left without saying another word, almost fleeing the room and he could hear a key turning in a lock. Great. No prisoner, huh? Bullshit. Altair pushed back the blanket covering him and, oh joy, they stripped him off his clothes, leaving him wearing nothing but boxers and a white t-shirt. He was still weak on his legs as he stood and he walked towards the window. He was high above the ground and able to watch over the whole city. It was actually kind of a nice view. He'd always liked heights even when he'd been a kid, no tree or rock could ever be high enough for him not to climb and he often watched the birds passing through the sky, wishing he was one of them and free like an eagle.

"... I think he's Bleeding, or something", he heard a faint voice coming from the other side of the door and he turned a little.

"How's that possible? We didn't even start yet."

"I don't know, you tell me!"

The door flung open and he stood once more in front of Lucy who was followed by Vidic. His eyes narrowed at them and his hand turned into a tight fist as he gritted his teeth. "I see you're up and well?", he asked Altair, a delightful smile playing around his lips, looking like a kid on Christmas morning about to open all the presents.

He's like you and it was pure luck that we found him.

Vidic still smiled at him and Altair wanted to wipe it off his face forever. "So?", Vidic beckoned at him but he refused to get any closer. Altair slowly shook his head and the man sighed, turning towards Lucy. "This won't get us anywhere Ms. Stillman."

You don't know it yet but he's very dear to you.

Lucy took one step forward, sensing his distress. "Altair, he's here to help you. You had a seizure. That's nothing you should take easy. He just wants to do some tests with you, see if everything is functioning as it should be."

I wish we didn't have to drag him into this but you left me no choice.

Lucy slowly lifted her hand and it was only then that he realized he had reached the end of the room, slowly walking backwards and his shoulders met the cool glass of the window behind him. Lucy was looking at him as if he was a scared little fawn. He hated her pity, her fake sympathy.

"Altair... come on boy. Talk with me", Vidic smiled but his eyes narrowed, his mouth smiling but the rest of his face didn't show anything friendly at all.

Altair Ibn-la'Ahad meet Malik al-Sayf.

And something just snapped inside of Altair. "Fuck you", he told him and Vidic's eyebrows shot up in surprise, meeting the line of his hair. "Oh, I see", he told Lucy and focused back on Altair. "Do you realize you're not speaking English?"

Altair blinked – and blinked again, head tilted to one side giving the impression of a confused dog. "What?", he mouthed the word, all of his anger forgotten. "You're speaking Arabic. Very ancient Arabic I dare to say, a dialect not many are familiar with these days. So – could you please switch back to English?" Vidic made a small circling motion with his hand and while he was still smiling, he also looked a little annoyed. When nothing happened, Altair just standing there and staring back at them, he sighed and looked up the ceiling. "Ms. Stillman? A word outside please?"

Lucy looked from between Altair and Vidic and in the end, her eyes settled on Altair as she noted, her gaze never leaving his face. "Of course", she told him, following the man outside and into the hall.

When the door closed behind them, Altair slowly slumped down the window until he sat onto the ground. Earlier he wondered what had gone wrong between him getting up that morning and going to work and ending up here – he thought he kind of knew it now. It seemed as if he'd lost himself somewhere in between.

xxx

"I think we set something off earlier. He's starting to Bleed but I would rather see him in the Animus. We can control the Bleeding there – I don't want somebody like him loose. Do you understand?"

Lucy nodded slowly. "He's a wild beast Ms. Stillman and you should not pity him. I can see it in your eyes", Vidic warned her, then sighed theatrically. "It's always the same with you women. You see a hurt man and it's the same as if you see a cute little puppy. This is no puppy, he's a wolf and he wouldn't hesitate killing you. Men like Altair need a muzzle. He needs the Animus."

She swallowed again. "Yes Sir."

"Good. Now...", Vidic lowered his voice so it was barely just above a whisper. "Tell him we're going to do a few tests – just about everything that could get damaged during a seizure. If he agrees... you put him into the machine. Tell him it's for testing his brain function or something. I'm sure a bright young woman like you can think of something? He seems to like you better", Vidic grinned and Lucy felt sick to her stomach.

"You really want to go through with this?", she asked him even though she knew the answer. "Once he's woken up he probably won't remember anything from his life in the 21th century. You're going to erase his old personality, old memories." She shuddered a little and while Vidic had told her not to pity him, she did. Nobody should suffer such fate.

Vidic watched her, his hands crossed behind his back. "His whole life has been a lie – I'm just going to show him the truth."

Oooh! Someone fill plz? OuO

This is a nice prompt, I like this prompt! And it would make very good sense that Abstergo created the ARI, especially w/ the hallucinations that poor Norman was going through (and the addiction to that drug, too.)

(I'm still only partway through Revelations, OP, but once I can save up enough to play through Clay's DLC, I might just fill this myself. *eyes bunnies*)

Oh gosh you do?? really? fkfr.erg omg small ...fandom? Lmao

AHHH no no i completely understand ;u; please take your time your person and well being is much more important! I will wait patiently!

Ahhh i did not notice it was your second language omg! You write very well for it being your second(?) language author-anon! :D

YES omg my friend and I were on skype and we were flipping out over it and praising your kadar and we both really really enjoy your malik. I can't wait to see your altair!

Please take care and can't wait to see what happens next!! :D

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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Vidic + Subject 4 (no slash)

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