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Kings and Queens - Part 22

Summary: Emma Swan is struggling as an actress. All seems lost until she manages to swing a spot on Kings and Queens, the most popular Medieval TV Show of all time. But here’s the catch: Emma hates being in love, and acting it is proving more tricky than she first thought. Her whole world is about to change, especially working alongside her new and mysterious co-star Killian Jones. It’s been so long since Emma has opened her heart to anyone. Could she start now?

Rating: T. But there is a chapter later in the fan fiction which blurs the lines a little. Apart from that, no other warnings

Can also be found here, on FF.net.

Author’s notes:

STILL THANK YOU @electrictoes and @holdmecloseandfast.

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Emma has barely woken up when Henry is shoving the phone at her, mouthing ‘David’. Emma groans. She needs another three coffees and a shower before she can speak to anyone and form coherent sentences. At the very least, she needs some time to wake up. The late nights are really messing up her sleeping patterns again.

“What do you want?”

“You’re very hostile today,” David muses, amusement in his voice. He sounds too chirpy for so early in the morning.

“What do you want?” she repeats.

She pads into the kitchen. There’s a coffee waiting for her on the kitchen table, steaming and inviting. She smiles when she sees it. Thanks Henry, she thinks.

“You have an interview tonight.”

“Tonight? Bit short notice, David.” She picks up the mug and takes a sip. It’s perfect, exactly how she likes it.

“I know, I forgot. I’m sorry.” He’s grinning, she can tell. “But a car will be here to pick you up at seven. Be ready on time.”

“Yeah, I won’t forget.” She rolls her eyes. “What show is it?”

“The Teddy Norman show.”

“Teddy Norman?”

He owns one of the biggest shows in America. He’s Irish and a huge hit with all sorts of celebrities from actors to writers to musicians. She can’t think of a celebrity who hasn’t been on there. That’s how she knows she’s made it.

“Teddy Norman,” confirms David. “He asked for you. You and Killian, that is.”

“So it’s just… me and Killian?” She bites her lip.

“Yup. Anyway, I’ve got to go. Mary Margaret wants me to make breakfast since she can no longer bend down to get the plates from the cupboards.”

“Sure, I’ll talk to you later.”

“See ya, Emma. You’ll be amazing tonight.”

The line disconnects and Emma’s left holding the phone in a daze.

“The Teddy Norman show,” she says to herself as she places the phone on the hook. “Right. Okay then.”

Later on she stands backstage with Killian, bouncing in her heels, a little nervously. She’s not as scared as she would have been a few months ago, not after FWC, but this is still a big thing. The Teddy Norman show. Who’d have thought, huh? If the kids at the foster home could see her now.

“You’re beautiful,” comments Killian as he watches her. He’s wearing a suit and tie.

“Why do you always say that?”

“I say it because it’s true.” And then: “Nervous?”

“A little bit.”

“You’ll be fine.”

She looks up at him. “I know.”

They can hear Teddy warming the crowd up on stage, who seem excitable anyway, cheering and oooing and ahhing. “As you should know, this is a Kings and Queens special.”

“Ooooo,” say the crowd.

“Ooooo,” he repeats. “I know, right. I haven’t had Killian Jones on the show since the first series.”

Teddy Norman is a small man with a round face and a cheeky smile. He started off as a standup comedian and as his career went on, he did some acting. Now he has this show, the best chat show around. Over fifty, he has a beard and silver hair, but he still has that same charm that made everyone fall in love with him all those years ago.

Someone backstage with a headset tells them they’re on in five seconds.

Sure enough, Teddy calls, “You know him as Alexander, it's the suave, the cool Killian Jones everybody!”

Killian gives Emma a wink, an arm rub and disappears, running onto stage.

“Now it's the very beautiful, very talented Emma Swan!”

Emma follows Killian, in front of the crowd of cheering people. The crowd doesn't even faze her now. She's used to it. She gives them a wave as she makes her way over to Teddy (who kisses her on both cheeks) and sits down next to Killian. Two drinks are waiting on the table in front of them.

Teddy sinks into his chair. “Hello, hello.” He says as he slaps his knees. “Killian Jones, Emma Swan welcome. It's good to have you here.”

“It's good to be here,” says Killian, as smooth as ever. He immediately goes for his rum and takes a sip. Emma leaves her wine sat there for the time being. She doesn’t want to get too drunk too quickly.

Teddy begins by gushing about their show. He tells them how he watches it every week without fail and goes to every premiere. He loves all the characters, and he was so excited when Emma was introduced. Rose is an amazing character, he says.

They tease what’s going to happen next. They mention about next week where there’s going to be a ball. If people have seen the promo, they’ve seen Emma’s big red dress. Teddy shows them another trailer.

“It was the worst thing ever,” Emma tells him when he asks about the dress. “I hated it. It was too heavy.”

“But it is gorgeous,” says Teddy.

“Aye,” Killian agrees.

They talk about other cast members, and about what they’re like on set. By the time half Emma’s drink is gone, she’s starting to relax a little. Though she still feels starstruck because it’s Teddy Norman.

“Okay, so I might have done something…” he says, making a “whoops” face. “And that something might include fans.”

“Fans huh,” says Emma. She raises her eyebrows. Her and Killian exchange glances. Even though Teddy mentioned “fans”, Emma feels completely at ease.

“So I put a tweet out earlier in the week that I was having you two on the show, and I asked if they could send in questions for us. And I, uh…” He paused. “I may have said they could ask whatever they wanted, no limits. I may have said that.”

“Bloody hell,” says Killian, shaking his head, but there’s a smile on his face.

“But I think you’re going to like what I picked. I picked some good ones.”

“Go on then.”

“Okay so KillianLuver5eva has asked a good question here. Funniest moment on set?”

“Oh!” Emma snorts, “I have one.”

“Do share.”

“So Robin and Will-”

“- They play Lucas and Edward on the show, don't they?”

“Yeah, they do. And they always play pranks on Killian. Always. And this one time they nicked his pants while he was getting changed and ran out onto set with them.” Emma can't stop the giggles that escape her. “And he had to run out onto set without any pants.”

“For those who don't know, American pants are trousers.” He turns to them. “I have a lot of British viewers.”

“It was funny. Elsa, who plays Elizabeth on the show, took a picture and posted it to her Instagram.”

“We actually have the photo here. Do we? We do!” The photo flashes up on the screen, showing a slightly blurred Killian in his underwear.

“I like the polkadots,” Teddy comments. “Really I do.”

“Likewise,” says Killian. His smile is easy.

“We have another one here. From KingsAndCuties. She says, Can you imagine if Teddy asked them if they know what Captain Swan is. I think I'd die. Pretty sure I'd die.” Teddy looks right down the camera. ”Well, KingsAndCuties, RIP you.” He turns to them. “So do you know what Captain Swan is?”

“No idea,” says Emma, frowning. She’s not sure how she feels about Teddy’s excited expression, or the way Killian is scratching the back of his head and sporting a nervous smile.

“Killian?”

“Aye, I know what it is,” he admits.

“What is it?” asks Emma. She takes a sip of her wine.

“Go on, tell us,” says Teddy. “What is it?”

“It is…” He clears his throat with a low cough. “The Captain part of Captain Killian Jones - I have no idea how they know about that - and the Swan from… Emma Swan. Captain… Swan.” He throws a shrug in Emma’s direction.

“Because the fans want you together, don’t they?”

“It would seem so.”

“What do you mean they want us together?” Emma doesn’t mean to make her voice sound so defensive.

“Oh no, they don’t want you together,” says Teddy. “They believe you are together.”

Killain chokes on his rum. “Excuse me?”

“I take it by that tone you’re not?”

“Definitely not,” says Emma. She flushes.

There’s a smile on Teddy’s face. “Interesting of you to say that… Because we did a little search before the show and we found a website dedicated to proof that you two are actually an item.”

“You’re joking,” says Killian, grinning. He throws a smile over to Emma, who just gives him a look. She has to press her lips together to stop a smile.

She should be angry about this, or frustrated in the very least but she’s not. If anything she’s interested to hear what they’ve come up with. A website dedicated to proof that they’re together. She hasn’t heard anything so ridiculous in her whole life. What ‘proof’ could they possibly have?

“This ought to be good,” she says, sitting back on the sofa, folding her arms.

Teddy waves his hand and the website pops up on the screen. It’s a cream colour, with an exaggerated script font spelling out ‘Captain Swan’ in pink letters. There’s an image taken from the show where they’re gazing into each other’s eyes.

Underneath there’s a subheading:

WHY CAPTAIN SWAN IS REAL.

Killian and Emma exchange glances.

“Bloody hell,” he says under his breath.

“Now obviously I’m not going to read all the reasons,” says Teddy as he scrolls through. “There’s a lot of reasons here. Someone must have a lot of free time.”

“Too much free time,” says Emma between sips of her wine. She has the feeling she’s going to need a lot more alcohol for this.

Killian is leaning forward on the sofa, eyes fixed on the screen as Teddy scrolls.

“Some of these are very same-y same-y and I don’t think they count as actual reasons.“ He pauses to throw a look down the camera. “For example there’s one that says, ‘There’s so much tension on the show, they have to be a couple’. I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but that’s not a reason. That’s just called good acting.”

Emma snorts into her drink. The alcohol is beginning to go into her head now.

“But there are some others-” He’s smiling now, getting to the good parts. “Which I think might be plausible…” His voice raises a notch in pitch as he speaks.

“Go on then, mate. What have you got for us?” says Killian. “Bring it.”

“So according to this, you were spotted holding hands.”

“I don’t think so,” says Emma. “That’s a lie. Made up things aren’t reasons.”

“Ohohoh,” laughs Teddy. “There’s a picture.”

“No…” says Killian in awe. He’s leaning forward even more in his chair.

Teddy scrolls down a little to reveal a zoomed in picture of them actually holding hands. She recognises his rings. There’s another photo under it which shows the actual picture. It was taken when they were getting out the car at the con, and Killian offered her his hand.

“Nonsense!” shouts Killian. He’s grinning. “Slander! I was being a gentleman and helping her out the car.”

“A gentleman, huh?” asks Teddy.

“I’m always a gentleman.”

“Okay, fair enough, but how do you explain this -” He scrolls down again and up comes a picture of them in that dance before FWC.

How did they get that? Emma thinks. They get anything. Can’t she have any amount of privacy in her private life?

“Aren’t we allowed to dance?” asks Emma. She’s deliberately not looking at Killian, though his eyes are on her.

“Slow dance.” Teddy gives her a ‘I don’t believe you’ look. “And then you’ve both been spotted on the way to each other’s houses.”

“What can I say?” says Killian. “We’re good friends.”

“Emma even left your house in the early hours of the morning in the same clothes as before. It does seem a little bit odd…”

Killian raises his eyebrows. “Surely if we were together, she would have brought a change of clothes?”

“Perhaps, perhaps.”

“I have a message for the Captain Swan fans,” Killian says. Emma throws him a warning look. Teddy, however, looks amused. Then Killian looks right down one of the camera, eyes dark, his lips pressed together in a tight line. “I don’t hold Emma’s hand. The only reason she’s been at my house is for rehearsal. I’ll admit, myself and Emma Swan are good friends, we always have been. I can promise you wholeheartedly and honestly that we are not together…” His eyes twinkle in amusement. “Yet.”

Now it’s Emma’s turn to choke on her drink. “Excuse me?”

Killian gives a shrug and sips his drink, trying to stop a smile.

“You heard it here first,” says Teddy into the camera. “Just to clarify, you’re not together?”

“No!” Emma all but shouts.

“Okay well I believe you,” Teddy nods. “So onto other things. I want to talk about the size of your house, Killian.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Most people do.”

“I have some pictures here, actually.”

Teddy waves his hands and a picture of the outside of his house pops up on the screen. Even the screen doesn’t do how big it is justice, which she comments outloud.

Teddy flips through different rooms in his house, starting with the living room and then going onto the kitchen and other rooms. He even has a picture of Killian’s drinks cabinet, stocked with (mostly) rum. He goes through all the hallways, and comments on how clean it is.

“I know, right?” Emma mumbles.

Teddy points to the screen. “So this is the biggest bathroom?”

“No, it’s not the biggest.”

“Of course not. It only has -what- two baths and seven mirrors.”

“You should see the size of his bedroom,” says Emma, projecting her thoughts out loud.

“You’ve seen his bedroom? Kinda looks like you are dating,” laughs Teddy. The pitch of his voice raises a little when he says, “Awkward!”

“Emma fell asleep while rehearsing,” Killian explains, as smooth as ever. “I thought she could use a comfortable bed to sleep in.”

“And you happened to put her in yours, not the other seven?”

“Aye. Well, mine is the best, naturally.”

“And you slept…?”

“In one of the other bedrooms,” Emma is quick to clarify. “Y’know, since he has so many. At least he didn’t have to sleep on the sofa.”

“At least!” Teddy chortles.

Towards the end of the show they listen to live music by some band trying to promote themselves. They sit through a little interview with the band, who also comment that they love the show and they truly believed that Emma and Killian are dating. No-one seems to mention her kisses with Graham and she’s glad about that.

At the end of the show, Teddy thanks them for being there.

“It was a pleasure,” says Killian, shaking his hand.

And then they’re on their way, in a car and off out the studio. The more distance is put between them and that interview, the more Emma can breathe easily.

Later, Killian and Emma find a bar somewhere near the studio. She isn’t quite ready to leave his company yet, and Killian seems the same. He’s the one who suggested going for a drink (even though they’ve drunk plenty already), and he seemed surprised when Emma agreed.

“You were right,” she tells him, a little shyly, when he expresses his shock. “We are friends. Can’t I go for a drink with my friend?”

That made him smile. “Aye, love. I’m all yours.”

Now they sit in a dark booth at the back of the bar, hoping not to be spotted. Emma has taken Regina’s advice and found somewhere expensive and discreet. There aren’t loads of people in, but enough to hide them, and the lighting is dark. The only people who must know who they are are the bar staff, who keep replacing their drinks when they run out.

That must be why they’ve gotten onto such a dark subject, the endless supply of alcohol.

“I have… struggled with things in my past.” He scratches the back of his ear, a little awkwardly, eyes cast downwards. “Even now, I still struggle. Sometimes it's hard to find a balance. My brother, he's always helped keep me on my path.”

“Your brother, huh?” She downs half her drink in one.

“Liam. Why the tone? I know you've met him.”

She shrugs it off. She doesn't really want to talk down about his brother, not when Killian holds him in such high esteem. “Yeah, I have.”

“C'mon, Swan. What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Emma...”

“I just don't think he likes me very much.” She admits, finishing the other half of her drink. As soon as she places her empty glass on the table, it's replaced with another one.

“Nonsense. How couldn't he?”

“He saw an article about my past. And he… saw the pictures of me and Graham in the papers. And I guess he just…” She shrugs.

He's quiet for a moment. Then, softly: “That has nothing to do with him. Who you spend your time with is none of his business.”

Maybe it's the alcohol, but it takes a while for his words to sink in. When they do, they have a completely different meaning. “Killian, I'm not with Graham.”

“Perhaps not, love but that's none of my business either.” A jaw clench. A sip of his drink.

“He's just a friend.”

“And what am I?”

Emma meets the intensity of his gaze. For a moment, they just stare into each other's faces.

Finally, she says, “I don't know.” It's the truth.

“Graham is a better man than me.” His knuckles are white, wrapped around the glass. “I've made so many mistakes. Hurt so many people.”

“Killian…”

“Graham is worthy of you.”

“Killian, I don't want Graham.”

A crease appears between his eyebrows. “I saw you.”

“What?”

“You kissed him.”

“I thought you knew?”

“I did. The first time. But you kissed him again.”

He must have followed her home. Did he leave the blonde?

Emma takes a long sip of her drink as she thinks how to phrase her words. How does she get across that she is telling the truth? That she doesn’t want Graham. “Do you know why I kissed him?” she asks, keeping her eyes trained on his.

A shrug, a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Alas, I do not.”

It takes courage to say the next words. She knows as soon as they’re out, it will be a confession, something she’s kept too close to her heart all this time, something she’s only just beginning to realise. “I kissed him because you went out on another date with… that girl.”

“Tink?”

Tink. So precious. She nods.

“You were jealous,” he says. It’s not a question.

“I wasn’t, I just… I...”

He doesn’t look at her as he says, “I was jealous too.”

“You were?”

“I told you I was. It was maddening.”

She bites her lip, looking down into her drink, sparkling in the light. “Why?”

“Graham’s kissed you, Emma. He’s kissed you.” His hands tighten on the glass again as he brings it up to his lips and drinks deeply.

“You’ve kissed me.”

“That may be but it’s not the same, is it?” His eyes flicker up to hers, quick and embarrassed. “I’ve kissed you in a room full of people, all watching, waiting. I can’t even enjoy it because I’m too busy thinking about which way to tilt my head, or exactly where my hands should be. Do I place them on your neck because it makes you tremble or because it looks good?”

She doesn’t know what to say to that. She’s shocked. It’s almost like a confession. All of this is a confession. Dangerous ground. A minefield. She should tell him she’s going, that she has to get back for Henry even if it is a lie, but before she has chance, Killian is speaking again.

“And then there’s Graham. Bloody perfect Graham who just did it. Who just went for it and now has the pleasure of kissing you without a thousand eyes watching him do so. He can hold you just to hold you.”

“I-”

“I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, he’s a better man than me, Swan.” Killian shakes his head. “A cleverer man than me. If I had any sense at all, I would have done what he did a long time ago.”

She swallows.

“Why didn’t you?”

When he meets her eyes, his hold a twinge of sadness. “I’m long past taking things that clearly aren’t mine.”

“Milah,” she says before she can stop herself. It must be the drink. “No, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

She can see the emotions pass over his face: fear, pain, loss, and it makes her want to reach out, to touch his hand. She knows what Graham told her, but Killian can’t be the only one to blame. Not with something like this.

“Yes,” he says softly. “Milah.”

“She was Gold’s wife,” she says. It’s not an accusing tone. She’s not blaming him, she’s just stating a fact.

“So you’ve heard the stories then?”

“I’ve heard one side.” She pauses, tension in the air. And then: “What happened?”

“I’m going to need another drink for this,” he says softly, signaling the bar staff. They top them up with fresh drinks. Emma takes a generous gulp.

“What happened?” she repeats.

“I fell in love with her. Plain and simple.” He’s looking away from her, down at his drink like he’s ashamed. She can’t help it, she reaches out and places a hand over his. “I met her in a bar one night. She was drinking alone. A man was giving her unwanted attention, and so I fixed it for her.” A ghost of a smile at the memory. “She told me right then and there she was married, and I respected her wishes. But the next time I met her, I…” He shakes his head.

“You?” she prompts softly. Her hand is still over his.

“It was clear she was unhappy in her marriage. She was a great deal younger than him, but her parents pushed it. He was a friend of theirs. I suppose I just…“ He scratches the back of his head. “The affair lasted months, almost a year, and for a time I almost thought we’d gotten away with it. There were a few close calls but we always knew how to cover our tracks. Until...”

He’s silent for a moment but she doesn’t want to say anything and wreck his train of thought. She’s hanging on his every word, watching every twinge of pain that crosses his face.

“He caught us. He was supposed to be away on work, a part in some British Drama, but his flight was cancelled and-” He swallows. “I was in his kitchen, and she was upstairs. He knew as soon as he walked in. I was fully clothed, I could have made up some bloody elaborate story, but he knew. He could tell by the guilt written all over my face.”

She squeezes his hand gently. There’s nothing but pain and shame in his expression, and she feels a sudden need to comfort him. “I don’t think you’re a bad person, Killian.”

“You haven’t heard the worst of it.” He laughs, but it’s humourless. “She came straight to me before he had a chance to throw her out. For weeks we didn’t see him. We thought we never would.” His face darkens. His jaw clenches. “But he turned up with a gun. It all happened so fast. He was after me but she was the one who died.”

Emma’s free hand flies up to cover her mouth. Of all the things she imagined, she couldn’t have imagined this. She would never have imagined this. Her eyes fill with tears. “Oh, Killian…” She blinks them away.

“It’s okay,” he says, tense. “It was a long time ago. It went to court, but he managed to evade prison. He’s slippery that way.”

“How can you still work with him?”

“Truth be told, I didn’t know he auditioned for the show, let alone he was one of the producers. I badly needed the money. I was already facing eviction from my home. My family had loaned me all the money they could. I-” He takes in a breath. “- had a borderline drug addiction. I needed this role to survive. I’d always prided myself on my survival skills. So we buried the hatchet. We both had blame. The only thing is…”

“What?”

“I didn’t exactly bury the hatchet. I did everything I could to get him off the show. I thought if I took the role, I could destroy him. Exterminate him like the bloody... crocodile he is. So I sorted myself out, spent time in rehab during the filming hiatuses, and got myself back on track. I needed a clear head to get rid of him. I wanted him dead.”

“But he’s still on the show,” she says.

“I know. Every plan I had was foiled.” Another one of those ghost smiles crosses his face. “Though last autumn, I had a plan I knew would work. I was going to frame him. I’m good at things like that. I have connections. I won’t tell you the specifics - I don’t want you to think even worse of me - but it was foolproof. It was all going according to plan until…” He drops his eyes to the table.

She squeezes his hand again, brushing her thumb over his. “Until…?”

His eyes return to hers. “Until I met you.”

“Me?”

“You make me want to be a better man for you.”

Her face is slowly turning white. She doesn’t know how to process this, any of this. She can’t blame Killian, she just can’t, but that doesn’t mean she knows how to feel. She starts to move her hand away, but he holds onto it and flips them over so his hand is on top. He intertwines their fingers.

“Milah was my first love. My only love,” he says to their hands. “I never truly believed I would be able to … care for anyone else, not like that. And yet, here I am.”

“Here you are,” she says, barely audible.

“I’ve never told anyone that. About Milah. Liam knows, but he’s the only one.”

“And you trust me not to tell anyone.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hopefully you won’t share such things during your intimacies with Graham.”

“Killian, I’ve told you before. I’m not with Graham. I never was. He kissed me and I kissed him back just to see, on a whim. But I…” She shakes her head. “He’s just a friend. A good friend.”

“I’d hoped so. After all, you don’t have a good ship name.” This time when he smiles, it’s more genuine. “Not like Captain Swan.”

Despite everything, she giggles. “I can’t believe they think we’re together.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Really?”

“What a completely stupid, ridiculous-”

He stops her words with a kiss. It comes out of nowhere, a complete surprise. A good surprise. But his lips hardly touch hers, before he’s pulling back, cheeks flushed and embarrassed, “I’m sorry, Emma, I shouldn’t have-”

She’s kissing him again before she can stop herself. Both his hands move up to her face, over her hair, as he slides closer, mouth soft and insistent on hers. It’s hot in the bar and dark in the booth and he’s kissing her and it’s better than all the times she’s imagined it. It’s better than the filming because it’s real, and it’s better than Graham because it’s what she wants.

“Neal,” she says when they break away. Her nose is still bumping against hers.

“Uh… It’s Killian, love.”

A breathless laugh. “No.” She moves back to look up into his face; into his eyes suddenly sparkling with a new light. “That’s my baggage. Neal. If we’re talking about baggage.

“Who’s Neal?” He asks softly, head tilting to the side.

“Henry’s father,” she says.” Killian raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t speak, urging her to continue. “He stole a couple of watches worth ten thousand dollars. We were going to take the watches and move away, start a new life. But he took off with the watches himself, and let me take the fall.”

“Bloody bastard.”

“And then there’s Walsh.” She takes a deep breath. She doesn’t know exactly why she’s being so open with him, but it could have something to do with the drink. It must be the drink. “We were engaged and he, uh, left me. At the last minute. Days before the date.”

Killian gently strokes her hair. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” She bites her lip, brows furrowing. There is still a twinge of pain when she thinks about him, no matter how thick she makes her skin. She finally opened her heart to him, finally agreed to marry him after months of asking, and then he left her. “I guess he didn’t want me anymore.”

“If I were that lucky, I would never let you go.”

She looks up into his face. He’s telling the truth. “I know,” is all she can say.

After one smouldering look which turns her insides to jelly, he’s kissing her again, pulling her as close to him as possible. He touches her gently, like he’s trying to memorise her, and it’s not too long before they’re tangled, wrapped up in each other in that little dark booth and it’s insane, it’s like she can see fireworks and she knows she’s too wrapped up in him. But here, cushioned by the blurring lines of alcohol, that’s okay.

For now.

#cs au #cs ff #csbb #cs bigbang

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