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Audric needed to collect his breath, to keep his voice down. “Can’t you understand? I woke up on a cold, bloody floor. She demanded blood payment. Me, murder one of three innocent people.”

“And you thought it wise to take on Astrid?”

“She was the only guilty one.”

“And as for the Brotherhood?”

Audric could not look him in the face. “I was ordered –”

“You've never followed orders, Audric. You follow your whims. The order was simply convenient for you.” Brynjolf was right, and it stung.

“You were the one who told me not to kill,” he murmured weakly.

“Yes! Don’t kill clients, don’t kill marks–”

“Don't kill innocents.”

“And most of all, do not kill associates!”

The silence of before closed in on them now, and Audric wondered if he might choke on it. Down the hall, he could hear people begin to stir. He had lingered too long already. “Can you look me in the face and tell me,” he breathed, “that you don’t feel a little bit more comfortable, knowing they’re gone?”

Now it was Brynjolf’s turn to look ashamed. “Someday, I really hope you learn that your own interests aren’t necessarily the most important.”

“My interests?” Audric barked. “She would’ve killed me!”

“She would’ve tried, and you could have defended yourself. And you could have left it at that.”

Then, Audric had a terrible idea. “You’re not upset about the Brotherhood; you’re upset about Maven.”

“Of course I’m upset about Maven! When I heard about your stunt with Stormcloak, I was waiting in horror for your head to arrive on a platter!” He was bristling, no longer even attempting to reign himself in. “And after all our hard work, after all we went through to restore the Guild, that you would be the undoing of it – I’m tempted to garnish you, myself!”

“Maven can’t touch me,” Audric hissed, “and by extension, the Guild.”

“And could you do me the courtesy of explaining the mechanics of that?”

Audric stalled. There were two very different, both very relevant answers. “I told you,” he began, “I did not whisk Ulfric Stormcloak onto his throne in the night, like a stolen gem into a drawer. There was planning, and careful execution involved.”

“Is that what all the fuss up in Solitude was about?” he asked, though somewhat skeptical.

“Mostly,” Audric gulped. “Maven is caught in her own web,” he reassured, “she has aligned herself with the Empire, and the Empire put Ulfric back on his throne.”

“Really? Because to hear Maven tell it, it was you and Tullius, and unless I missed something very important, that hardly makes the Empire.”

He was sorely tempted to ask just how many Emperors it took to change out a lantern, but refrained for fear of knuckles cracking into his jaw.

“I think it’s more than just Tullius’ authority that you’re resting on.” Brynjolf placed both his hands on Audric’s shoulders, gently though. He locked eyes with Audric, as if he might be able to sieve out the truth on his own.

“I…” he faltered. “Solitude wasn’t about Ulfric, entirely.”

“No, I didn’t think so.” Putting some space between them again, Brynjolf sat and awaited Audric’s long-overdue explanation. “Etienne and I had a little chat. He needed someone to confide in after his...detour through the Embassy.”

He must’ve overheard things, Audric thought, must’ve put two and two together, once I showed up. “How long have you known?” he asked.

“A while.”

“You could have said something,” Audric grumbled.

“I could say the same of you. I wanted you to tell me, yourself.”

Chewing on a few curse words, Audric snapped, “When are you going to start trusting me?”

“When you’ve earned it! When you stop keeping things from me!” Getting to his feet, he rose with his voice. “You’ve been lying to me, like Mercer!”

Audric’s blood ignited and his skin prickled and every muscle in his body coiled for a fight. “Don’t you ever, ever, compare me to that scheming son of a –” stopping himself before he could get out of hand – before his words became Words – he closed his eyes, and forced himself into calm submission. Then, a thought came to him. “You’d have forgiven him,” he croaked.

Brynjolf’s face drained of color. “Excuse me?”

Audric’s chest felt constricted and a cold sweat broke out on his neck. “If Mercer had asked it of you,” he accused, “you’d have forgiven him. If he’d told you, if he’d have asked you to go in on the heist with him...you’d have run off with him so fast, it makes my head spin.”

Rather than scream at him in earnest, as Audric half expected him to, Brynjolf sagged, frowning. “Perhaps I might have, who can say? But he didn’t ask my forgiveness, and he didn’t include me. He lied to me, cheated me and our family, and I can’t forgive that.”

“I have to go,” Audric whispered. “I’m expected in Windhelm, and there is a carriage waiting for me.”

“Your timing is impeccable.”

“Bryn, please, forgive me.” When this did not satisfy, he elaborated. “Forgive me for lying to you, for leaving you out of my plans.”

“And?” he asked expectantly.

“And I’ll never do it again,” he promised.

Brynjolf pulled him into his arms, nearly crushing him. “I don’t give a damn if you’re Dragonborn,” he said, “I wish you hadn’t tried to keep it from me.”

“I thought…” Audric choked.

“It makes no difference. But why would you think you could keep such a secret?”

Audric shrugged ineffectually, shaking.

Brynjolf pulled him closer and said, “Write me from Windhelm.”

This installment alternatively titled "Audric Bellamy Is A Huge Entitled Baby." Thank you again to the anons who took the time to leave me feedback. It's very encouraging, and I really appreciate it!

Not sure if you're aware of this but Delicious has it under the het option??...Was about to take the bait till I saw your remarks about wanting slash only...

I love that she and Vilkas are working out the Dragonstone without Delphine. I remain completely enthralled with this story.

I love this so far! Read it from the beginning in one go. I hadn't seen it before because I used to only read slash (back when the meme was busy enough).

I'd like to offer coherent comments but I'm tired and a bit overwhelmed - it's hard to comment on an entire story all at once. The overriding thing I notice is how much emotion is in the story. This isn't just a sex story, or even a hurt/comfort story - there are elements of both of those and more. It deserves to be posted somewhere other than the kink meme, where more people can admire it.

I will try not to! I can promise you that I won't abandon it. The ending is mostly written, so I do have a firm idea of where the story ends up.

Thanks for reading!

That is a more than adequate comment to make me smile like a fool. Thank you so much, I'm thrilled you enjoyed it so far!

(And the story is on AO3, as well.)

Please be kind, this is my first attempt at doing a fill.
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Sapphire was a puzzle to Leanna. Since she arrived in Riften she found the thief to be a whiplash of emotion. Angry and defiant, only dropping the pretence that Leanna did not exist to provide a cruel bitchy remarks, then just as suddenly openly friendly, even vulnerable; revealing to Leanna her dark past.

However, since becoming Guildmaster Sapphire had taken to being outwardly friendly, helpful and accommodating regarding any errands the guild requires, however this was just a superficial outward disguise for the stone wall that Leanna found herself constantly blocked with should she be foolish enough to ask Sapphire any personal questions.

Leanna didn’t even know what her real name was.

With so much happening at the Guild now Leanna knew she should be focused on the various tasks at hand. Contracts for work were coming in thick and fast, various vagabonds were requesting membership and of course there were always prizes that needed to be claimed.

Yet Leanna found her thoughts would stray to Sapphire more and more frequently. The woman was example of Nord beauty at its finest; tall and muscular, her heavy breasts and those clear blue eyes.

Sapphire had become to Leanna what the hunt for the Falmer Eyes had become to Mercer Frey. She was akin to the most intricate of “master” locks or obscure prizes.

Yes, Leanna had unwittingly marked Sapphire as her prize. Leanna would find a way to scale the stone wall that was Sapphire and she would claim her trophy one way or another. Besides Leanna had a reputation to uphold, even if she was the only one aware of this particular score, and in the end Leanna always got her mark.

She felt uncurling of familiar heated possessiveness at the thought of finally solving the mystery that was Sapphire. But there was also something more now, the heat now radiated lower and ignited a powerful lust and carnal need within that made her throb with anticipation and want. Sapphire’s clear blue eyes gazing into her own, how her hands; which were so nimble with locks and “fishing”, would feel plundering into Leanna. And Leanna would peel away Saphire’s armour layer by layer with the same meticulous attention she would pay to planning the ultimate heist... Leanna could not suppress the low moan that escaped from her lips.

“Yes Lass, I agree the Dewarven Crown of Markarth would be a... delicious... addition to the Guild’s collection” Brynjolf’s deep voice dragged Leanna back to her senses and the current meeting she was having with him along with Delvin and Vex in the Ragged Flagon.

Leanna flashed her fellow Nightingale her signature winning smile and reached for her almost empty Tankard of Mead before adding shrewdly “It would also send a clear message to the hold who seem to be a little more forgetful about us of late”.

Leanna hoped it was enough to throw her company off from the fact she had been lustfully daydreaming.

Vex raised an eyebrow suspiciously at her, but there was no other sign from her or the others to indicate she had been caught out.

“Damn Foresworn! Mucking up everything in that region, have a right mind to take matters into our own hands” Delvin grunted swigging deeply from his own tankard signalling for more from the bar.

“Easy there, let the mercenaries and the Jarl work that out.” Brynjolf warned earning him a dismissive shrug from Delvin.

“Politics aside who are we going to send on this heist?” Vex interrupted impatiently “Normally I would say that Cynric would be a capable choice however he is in Whindhelm....”

“Vipir did well on the last job I contracted him, difficult one too, but he got in and out clean” Delvin remarked obviously still surprised by the outcome of the last job.

Brynjolf chuckled quietly.

Leanna smirked recalling Vipir propositioning Sapphire as a way to celebrate his successful contract. It had given Leanna great satisfaction when Sapphire had turned him down flat and without hesitation.

“Send him then, and hopefully he doesn’t muck it up” Vex shrugged casually preparing to move onto the next topic on their agenda.

Then it hit Leanna, all heists take meticulous planning and she should approach this one no differently and she couldn’t plan if Sapphire was right under her nose distracting her and causing her to drift off into shameless daydreams. Some distance should do her some good, put her back on task rather than reducing her to an untried maiden lusting after her crush.

“Try Sapphire on this one too; let’s give her an opportunity to prove herself on a more difficult job.”

“Sorry Boss but that seems like we would be setting the whole thing up for failure” Delvin scoffed “Those two would likely kill each other before even getting to The Reach.”

“The crown is not going anywhere, if the job fails we try again another time, let’s just take the opportunity to try her out, she is a little untested at the this stage” Leanna directed, raising an eyebrow at Brynjolf in hope of some support.

Brynjolf sighed. “I trust you lass, and you haven’t led us wrong yet”.

“Fine! Sapphire and Vipir will handle it. Now moving on...” Vex settled the matter.

Leanna leaned back in her chair draining the last of her mead. Surely some distance would do her some good, a clear head and an opportunity to plan.

Vilkas watched Ariella as she fidgeted with the string of her bow. They had found the mound easily and assumed that if there was going to be a place for a dragon to show up it would be here. So they were waiting, crouched behind a rock so that they might not be seen.

Despite the possible Dragon attack that was coming Vilkas was worried about Ariella. She had been acting differently since they arrived in Kynesgrove. At first he had put it down to her thinking the Dragon would be seen in a different place but he knew that wasn’t it.

The more he thought about it the more it didn’t make sense. Kynesgrove was the only logical place for the next Dragon to be seen, yet why did she argue for another place? She was smart, smarter than him he was sure. It was almost like she didn’t want to have to face the Dragon.

While he didn’t really blame her, at the same time he couldn’t understand why. He would be there to help her slay the beast, she wouldn’t have to do it alone.

Vilkas looked up and took in the moonless sky. Maybe the moon had nothing to do with it, they had been waiting for hours in silence. Vilkas was about to speak when the rustling of wind silenced him.

The wind changed after a moment, it had a beat and Vilkas knew that their dragon had come. He turned to Ariella with a half smug grin. "Not a word." She mumbled lining up an arrow.

Vilkas smiled to himself while Ariella peered over the top of the rock they were crouched behind. Vilkas peaked over as well shocked by the Dragon before him. It was a horned beast, black as the night and bigger than the other Dragons he’s seen before.

If not for the sound it’s wings made Vilkas felt certain the beast could go unnoticed at night; the thought was… terrifying. It started to speak, speak in the strange tongue Vilkas had never heard be spoke so fluently.

Vilkas watched Ariella, waiting for her to move. As the dragon spoke he saw confusion cross the scholar’s features. Vilkas gre concerned as just as he looked back to the dragon the ground cracked open. Dust blew into the air and soon a dragon skeleton was revealed. Not just revealed but the skeleton was climbing out of the ground.

Vilkas turned to Ariella but she was focusing on what was unfolding before her. The skeleton spoke and soon it seemed like it’s flesh was coming back to its body.

“Alduin’s bringing them back… to life.” Ariella whispered. At the whisper of her voice, which Vilkas had barely heard despite his keen senses the Dragon’s head moved in their direction and Alduin turned to face them.

He spoke and Ariella stood, Vilkas went to tug her back behind the rock but it seemed as though Alduin was addressing her.

“You do not even know our tongue do you? Such arrogance, to dare take for yourself the name of Dovah.” Alduin laughed… laughed. “Those who came before you were better and not even they could truly defeat the Dov.”

Ariella moved quickly fireing an arrow straight into Alduin. The dragon began to shout something in his dragon tongue to the one he had just brought back from the dead and then flew away.

“Dammit.” Ariella said as Alduin blended into the night, she stared in the direction he had gone.

“Ariella, there’s still another to deal with.” Vilkas reminded her right as the newly fleshed dragon let out a terrible roar.

Thank you A!A, you bring much squeee to my life with each update. You are beautiful.

When Ariella and Vilkas finally walked back into the inn it was well past midnight yet not a single person was asleep. It seemed the whole town had gathered in the inn as the Dragon attacked. They were cowered underneath tables and beds. When the two companions walked back in, bloody and worn the people began to peak out.

Vilkas walked off to their room carrying their weapons and Ariella walked over to the counter. “We’re going to need warm water and bandages.” She said to the innkeeper who had stood up.

“I-is is dead?” Ariella was asked as she walked back to the room. She simply nodded, thinking the answer should be obvious.

When she got in the room she collapsed by the bed next to Vilkas.

The dragon had been strong and smart. Clearly to have been buried in such a way and to be resurrected by Alduin himself the Dragon was of some importance; strength seemed to be the only thing Dragons would find important.

Vilkas forced himself to move to take off the heavy armour, glad to be rid of the weight of it. It needed serious repairs now. He glanced at the dragon bones and scales they had salvaged. Ariella insisted they take them, though he didn’t really see how they would help with anything. They were heavy and took up room, but Ariella wanted them and Vilkas was happy to carry them for her.

There was a light tap at the door a few moments later and the inn-keeper came into the room with a tray that had large bowls of hot water and bandages. When the companions could get to a healer they’d been fine but until then their cuts had to be protected from the harsh environment. Infection was not forgiving in Skyrim.

Vilkas stripped into his breeches and began wiping away the dirt, blood and sweat. It felt good to clean off, but at the same time exposed some of the naster wounds he’d received. He’s been slashed with a Dragon claw across the arm and though the wound was not that deep it was a ragged cut that was still bleeding.

He bandaged it tightly and addressed his few other scrapes before turning to look at Ariella. She was still laid out flat on the bed, her eyes shut and from her breathing she had fallen to sleep already.

“Ariella.” Vilkas whispered, nudging her slightly. She stirred but wake, he kept nudging her till she gained some consciousness. “I’m not sleeping with you in the state you’re in.”

She heaved a sigh and sat up with great effort trying to fight of just how tired she was. Her movements were slow and sluggish and she couldn’t quite find the energy to take her armour off.

Vilkas shook his had and began to help her undo the buckles and remove her armour. He even helped clean her down and patch over the little cuts she’d received. He had a gash across her cheek but not much could be done about that now; that would taken care of later.

Vilkas then dressed himself and her in some sleeping clothes before crawling into bed and pulling her under the blankets. Vilkas was certain that her exhaustion had something to do with the Dragon’s soul. After she’d absorbed it she seemed like she was constantly fighting off sleep.

She held him close and her breathing began to slow again.

“Would you ever come to High Rock, Vilkas?” Ariella whispered, breaking the silence but at the same time not disturbing the stillness of the room.

“It’d be nice to visit, I’d like to leave Skyrim for a time.” He replied, she nodded against his chest before slipping into sleep. It had been an odd question for her to ask, especially now… Vilkas pushed it to the back of his mind then went to sleep.

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Sorry if this part seems rushed but I really wanted to put it out for you guys and I only had a short amount of time to write it in. Hopefully should be more tomorrow.

ah! Alduin! nice chapter! always more interesting! good!

Knock, knock. A!A, are you there? Hello?

Are you posting this story anywhere else? The meme has been a bit dead lately, and I'd like to be able to tie all my comments together so you can see it's the same person who keeps coming back :)

Hmm. So it's all getting rather interesting. I'm still not sure what game Audric is playing. I'm not even sure whether Audric knows what game he's playing. I'd forgotten that he was hiding being the Dragonborn. To risk losing Brynjolf...

“Forgive me for lying to you, for leaving you out of my plans.”

You've been doing that a lot, Audric. Compartmentalising your life. It's one thing to keep Ulfric and Ralof's secrets, but another to go antagonising the Empire-supporting jarls.

Ariella has definitely afraid to come home and lose everything, but I think Vilkas will not leave her so easily! Nice chapter! I wait for the next chapter!

https ://www .fanfiction. net/s/ 10007307/1/ Brave-the-Storm

Really liked this prompt, making a story out of it!

So, are the Nightingales going to go on a road-trip all over mundus trying to find someone to buy their baby-sized diamond, hopefully without reneging on the deal.

At present, I have not posted this story anywhere else, though my intent is to polish it and post it to Archive of Our Own upon completion. Though I may consider revising early and posting to ao3 as I go.

Audric does have a habit of making rash decisions and then regretting them (even if he'd never admit it). I'm glad his antics have kept you amused!

Thank you for the comment, and for coming back! It's always nice to know my work has kept someone's interest.

ah if Vilkas knew the truth! continue the quest of the Silver Hand? Ariella discover the truth? love this ^^

Not too sure if I'm doing this right, or if this has been done before but I'll have a go at it! I'd love to see a story between Erandur when he was a priest with his friends, Veren and Thorek. Go to town on this, I have no preferences :)

Aela watched him to see what effect her words had. His gaze was intimate as if his eyes were making love to hers. There was a long moment broken only by the sound of their breathing. She began to wonder if he was going to answer her. “what do you think?” he asked softly. She was fascinated by his face; it had character. Her eyes lingered on his lips. She raised one hand to run her thumb along his lower lip imagining their first kiss. It would start out softy and deepen becoming more passionate.

He had veiled his eyes seemingly content to let her touch him. She remembered how bold he had been in approaching her. “Now you are shy?” she teased. His eyes caught hers and held; he had the most expressive eyes she had ever gazed into. It was like he was baring his soul, holding back nothing. “Aela you’re so lovely” he said his voice barely above a whisper. She felt a smile teasing her lips “now you’re flattering me”.

She leaned closer feeling the heat radiating from him. Just as their lips were about to meet, Skjor cleared his throat; “how touching! Aela I need to speak with you.” Aela stiffened had he followed her here? She turned to see him standing in the doorway, watching the two of them coldly. Her features twisted slightly. “Now? Can’t it wait?” She asked. Skjor was adamant “It‘s important.”

Aela was in no mood to listen to him. But, he was her alpha. If the pack started ignoring their alpha it could be dangerous. She turned to Reljir “its important”. He started to reply but seemed to think the better of speaking and nodded. She seethed as she followed Skjor into the hall of the living quarters.

Abruptly he backed her into the wall in a show of dominance. She snarled but realized he was not backing down. She had two choices. She could challenge him for alpha or control her temper and listen to what he had to say. She lowered her eyes and lifted her chin, presenting her neck.

A few minuets passed before he seemed satisfied and stepped back. “Aela you do realize you were still under the lust of the hunt?” He asked. She relaxed a bit “At first yes, but it wore off”. He looked thoughtful as if considering her answer. His expression became guarded “So you plan to be with him?". She tried to reassure him “I don’t know, but whatever I decide, I‘m a big girl”.

His face became a bitter mask. “What about us?” He had managed to surprise her. Their brief affair had ended long ago. However, he had been her friend and hunting buddy for years. She didn’t want to hurt him, but refused to give false hope. “There is no us ” she reminded him gently.

She reached for his hand but he shook her off saying “Aela once you sleep with him, he will leave you for the next woman!. He has already been fickle to women in Whiterun even Njada!. ” She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, badly shaken by his last statement. She really wanted to explore this chemistry between herself and Reljir.

Skjor knew he was misleading her but he didn’t trust Reljir. As for Aela, he had her first and didn’t intend to give her up. Meanwhile, her eyes remained tightly closed refusing to look at him. “Aela at least think about it”. he suggested before leaving her there. He needed time to think.

When Ariella and Vilkas left their room in the morning they had everything packed and were planning on heading back to Whiterun. What they didn’t expect was half the town still in the inn, apparently waiting for them.

They all kind of just stared at the two as they sat down at a table. They rested their packs at their feet and waited for the innkeeper to walk over. When he did they ordered themselves some breakfast then the innkeeper left without collecting their money. Vilkas counted out what he thought they would owe him and left it on the table.

“Why is everyone staring?” Ariella asked, her voice a low whisper

“We did kill a dragon and save their town.” Vilkas whispered back to her. She sunk in her seat and looked down, in that moment no one would have believed that she was the dragon born.

Vilkas looked her and shook his head slightly. Just as he was about to say something the innkeeper came back over with their food. As he placed the bowls down he turned away.

“Uh excuse me sir, you forgot to take our money.” Vilkas called, scooping up the septims and holding them out.

“Slaying that dragon certainly payed for that meal, lad.” The innkeeper said.

“It wasn’t a problem.” Vilkas still offering the gold, the innkeeper shook his head at the offer.

“You two are welcome here anytime, free of charge. You’ve done us a great service, no matter your reasons for doing it if you weren’t here we all would have perished for certain.”

Ariella hadn’t looked up from the table. Vilkas sighed and pocketed the gold reluctantly.

They left the inn a while later and began the trek back to Whiterun. Once they were home they would probably bury themselves in books until they had the next clue about this whole Dragon business.

Ariella was quiet on the walk back, very quiet.

“Is everything alright?” He asked

“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m just thinking.” Vilkas nodded and silence fell between them. She was probably thinking about what step to take against the Dragon’s next. Vilkas shifted the weight of his pack; dragon bones and dragon scales weighed both of their packs down now. Vilkas would just be glad to get home.

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I'm pretty bad at the whole 'tomorrow' thing. Sorry guys.

Sapphire is one of my most favourite characters! Really glad she's getting a fill. Good work A!A

Everyone in Jorrvaskr had settled into their routines once more. Everyone went out on jobs, and though it was made sure Aela was never alone on a job everything was relatively normal.

Kodlak even seemed in better spirits, and health.

Ariella walked around the room chewing a nail as she scanned the pages of a book. Vilkas watched her, his attention taken from his own book. They had been back from Kynesgrove for over a week now.

“How did no one think to write down how Alduin was defeated last time?” Ariella repeated once more.

“Well they didn’t really defeat him.” Ariella made a face at him.

“All accounts just vaguely say that the Tongues had the Voice on their side and Alduin was banished from Nirn, which we know he definitely wasn’t.” Vilkas put his own book aside it was late, very late, even for them.

“Why don’t we look for that wall thing?” Vilkas patted the bed beside him and Ariella sat down.

“We don’t even know where it is, or what condition it would be in. Assuming we find it, it could be nothing more than faded carvings without any value.”

“It’s worth a shot, you said it contained prophecy or something.”

“It could just be the same information we have here but on a wall.”

“We won’t know till we see it, we should give it a shot.”

“Alright, we’ll try and find where it is then.”

“I mean I don’t expect much but it can’t hurt to have a look.” Most ruins were explored quite frequently around Skyrim so if there was anything as ancient as the First Era anywhere there probably would have been enough adventurers passing through to destroy anything that could help them. It was still worth a shot though.

Ariella stood up and picked up a book from a pile and opened it. Vilkas rolled his eyes and stood up. He took the book from Ariella and placed it aside, “Tomorrow.”

He placed a kiss on her head and led her to the bed, blowing out the candle in the hopes they could get a good nights sleep.

“I wonder what we’ll do when all this Dragon business is over.” Ariella said after they had settled down.

“The companions will keep us busy, even without Dragons to worry about.” Ariella gave an incredulous laugh and Vilkas raised an eyebrow in the darkness.

“I-I suppose you’re right.” Vilkas kissed the back on her head, everything would be easier once the Dragons were gone and even easier if there was some way to cure the beast blood.

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I know the smut is probably well overdue by now but I'm honestly just not up to writing it right now. I've tried but I just can't, so there'll probably just be a lot of plot until I get back into the swing of things.

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