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rockingrobin69 · 6 months

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red-eye

Harry got home a little after two in the morning, bleary-eyed, mouth bitter with the taste of airport canned-air and mints. Rolled the suitcase as quietly as he could, probably making a racket: two in the morning, and he was dizzy-tired, all emptied out from the long layover, and the two-hour wait on the runway, and the taxi ride he absolutely insisted on when his flight was delayed yet again.

Gently, gently opening the door, which creaked so loud the whole world had to have heard. Sneaking inside his own apartment: Draco would be fast asleep, would need to be up at half-five tomorrow for work. Harry’s chest squeezed at the thought, Draco all wrapped up in their duvet, rumpled and sleep-warm, and—

On the sofa, all twisted in between the cushions, arresting and lovely and still in his fancy trousers. With his mobile clenched in his fist. His neck’s going to kill him, and Harry forgot how to breathe.

“Darling,” barely able to swallow the grin. “Draco. Darling.”

“Hmm?” long eyelashes blinking. “Harry? What’s the—fuck, I fell asleep?” grumbling himself up into sitting, flushed and so, so, sweet. “I was going to stay up.” Frowning. “I was going to pick you up!”

“Sorry,” laughing, wrapping an arm around him, trailing kisses down his nose, cheek, neck. Draco’s scent, warm and lemony and familiar, intoxicating. “Silly creature. You have work in the morning.”

“I haven’t seen you in ten days,” Draco yawned into his neck. “Did you bring me anything.”

Still laughing, “Of course. C’mon, let’s get you to bed. It’s so late and you’re—darling, come on.”

To Draco’s grey eyes blinking up at him all sparkling with delight. “Gift first. You know the rules, Potter.” There was a mark on his cheek from where he rested it on his wrist. Harry felt lightheaded with it, a rush of fizzy, scorching affection.

“All right, but don’t get your hopes up. It’s truly a small one this time.”

Leaning away for his case with Draco hanging on to him, smile so thick it hurt his face. “You’re not making it easier,” mumbled into his hair, and a kiss on top of his head, irresistible. “Here, darling.” From the front zip pocket he produced the tiny stone, dark grey with a thin white vein crossing it. “From an actual river this time. I woke up at five the last day of the conference and hiked up the hill.”

“You’re mad,” Draco said, but his smile gleamed. “It’s hideous. I love it.”

“I’m the mad one,” herding him up and then down the corridor, “it’s three in the morning, you absolute knobhead. You’ve no time to sleep.”

“What a tragedy,” Draco said, then turned to pull on Harry’s tie, to pull him closer. “Suppose you’ll have to find a way to keep me up.”

Harry was knackered. He hadn’t slept well in ten days and the flight, and the delay, and the layover. In his own bedroom, with the sheets that smelled like heaven, with the soft light and, god, his bed, his real actual bed, so inviting and so—looked at Draco, felt this warmth sizzling in his belly and growing only warmer.

“Suppose so,” he conceded with a grin, and kissed him again.

It’s been ten days. The plant on the cabinet grew at least three new leaves. Harry missed this place so badly he was sick with it: now, with his partner in his arms, with his back muscles screaming and a no-sleep headache—now he was happy enough to melt. Did, a little, in Draco’s arms.

Home.

(For flufftober day 23. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #so soft omg #600 words #flufftober2023 #prompt: trinket #no magic AU #rockingrobin69 #i know i keep writing this moment again and again but it truly never fails to amaze me #how coming home can feel so - deeply like coming home

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m4kinthebed · 3 months

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james "i'm famous and you're the first who don't know me" potter

regulus "i listen the music, not the artist" black

coming soon: wattpad / ao3

#my english is shit #srry guys #jegulus #marauders #james potter #regulus black #ao3 #wattpad #oneshot #no magic au #james is a famous singer #ao3 writer

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shrimpinabugatti · 9 months

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"Let's buy this one, Ron!"

#ron weasley #harry potter #ronarry #Ronarry fanart #No magic AU #Shopping

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aeshnalacrymosa · 6 months

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In Another Life

Based on my no-magic AU "The Green Branch"

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dominimoonbeam · 2 months

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Practice Makes Perfect - 6

This started off as a smutty one shot and has absolutely turned into something else... Fic from the start on ao3.

David/Asher, Milo/Sweetheart, Huxley/Gavin, Darlin/?

tags: college au, roommate au, no magic au, firsts, confessions, misunderstandings, angst, smut, rivals to lovers, idiots in love, friends to lovers, smut

Practice Makes Perfect - 6

Asher woke up with an ache in his neck. He stretched and fell off the couch, landing with an oomph on the rug beside a coffee table. Before he could get out a swear, a soft chuckle rumbled through the room. The voice wasn’t unfamiliar, but he didn’t know who it was either.

“You alright?” that voice asked, still smiling.

Asher blinked, wincing at the morning light in the room and the light pulse of a hangover rattling around inside his skull when he sat up between the couch and the table.

“I’m sorry,” the voice drawled. “I didn’t mean ta wake you up, but I do have ta get to work.”

Asher looked up, that ache in his neck giving him another spike of pain. The stranger handed him a glass of water and he took it, the familiar ache jolting a memory of the night before. “Sam,” he croaked. He drained the glass. “What time is it?”

“’Bout eight.”

Asher winced.

Sam laughed again, clearly trying to keep his voice low in deference to his hangover.

Asher shook his head before his host could apologize again and got to his feet. “Fuck, thanks for letting me crash here. I promise I’m not usually this much of a mess.”

“Yer fine,” Sam assured. “Do you want some coffee or something to eat before we get goin?”

Asher smiled at that. Fuck this guy was so nice. “No, I’m good. But I got your number, right? I definitely owe you lunch after this.” He clawed at the back of his hair and looked around, making sure he had his phone. “Did I have a jacket?”

“You did not.”

Asher nodded.

Sam led him out of the apartment, locking up. It was early and the campus was quiet. They parted ways not far from Asher’s building and he made his way up alone, still tired and cold and definitely in need a shower and his toothbrush. His keys were still in his pocket and he unlocked the door, trying to be quiet because he definitely didn’t want to wake up David and his ex. Were they still his ex if they were hooking up again? Fuck. He didn’t want to think about that. He closed the door and toed off his shoes, heading for the hallway.

He was aiming for the bathroom, almost to the door when it opened and a plume of steam rolled out. Asher froze, suddenly more awake than he’d been all morning. His lungs filled with the scent of David’s bodywash but it wasn’t David who came out, rubbing a towel at their head. David’s shirt and sweats stuck to Darlin’s wet skin.

They blinked at each other.

It wasn’t the first time Darlin had showered at their place or worn their clothes. It also wouldn’t be the first time they spent the night with David.

Darlin smiled. “Where the fuck have you been?” They rubbed the towel at the side of their head.

Asher shrugged.

Darlin’s smile withered. “You feeling okay?”

“Hung over. I need a shower,” he said automatically, although suddenly he didn’t want to go in there. It smelled like David. Of course, it did. Everything here did.

Darlin nodded and took steps down the hall to give him access to the door.

Asher heard David’s bed creak in the other room and jolted forward, into the bathroom, snapping the door shut and locking it. He needed to get his shit together. He turned on the shower to buy time.

David woke up hearing Asher and Darlin in the hall outside his door but by the time he was out of bed with his door open, Ash was gone and the lock on the bathroom door sounded like an iron bar being thrown in place.

He exchanged a look with Darlin. They blinked at him and then said, “Are you making me breakfast before practice?”

David rolled his eyes. “Last time I did, you puked all over the field.”

“That wasn’t because of breakfast. That was because coach made me do sprints on a full stomach.”

“Do you even hear yourself?”

“What about something light? Like waffles?”

“Waffles are not light…”

“Asher likes waffles.”

David stared at Darlin, almost snapping something about how he knew what Asher liked. He’d been making food for him since they were teens. What he didn’t know, was why Darlin was bringing him up like that.

Darlin smirked, rubbing the towel at their hair again, and headed down the hall toward the kitchen. “I’m going to make coffee.”

“Don’t touch that machine,” David grumbled. “You broke the last one.”

Gavin woke up in a bed in the frat house with a goth, a band nerd, and a jock. It was a great set up for a joke and if his brain wasn’t throbbing against his skull, he probably would have come up with it. He peeled himself off of Vincent, gently rolling the band nerd into the space he’d left. Vincent hummed, wrapping arms around the nerd while the jock sleepily rubbed his hair, all of them drifting back into sleep after Gavin got out of bed. He rubbed at bleary eyes and looked for his clothes. He ended up in his pants but someone else’s t-shirt. He only had one boot and didn’t find the other until he’d given up and left, discovering it on the stairs.

The morning air was cold but he was grateful for that clean inhale. Gavin appreciated a lot of funks, smokey rooms, beer stink, and sex filled air. But his head hurt and he needed to clear it out.

To his surprise, as soon as it cleared, he was thinking about Huxley again. Had he really gone home alone last night? Had Gavin hurt his feelings? He didn’t even know what building Hux lived in… although there was one place a jock could always be found eventually…

David didn’t get a chance to talk to Asher before practice and there definitely wasn’t a chance during. It was a grueling morning. More than half the team had been at that party last night and was hung over. Five of them puked on the field but nothing stopped practice. They laughed at the ones that lost their stomach, calling for them to get up and keep going. No giving up. No staying down.

Arden had to pull Chrissy to his feet and push him back into pace.

It felt like the longest practice of his life, not because of the hangover, but because he needed to talk to Asher. He shouldn’t have waited all fucking night. He shouldn’t have kept his distance at the party. What was he thinking?

He was watching Ash, trying to get in step with him back to the locker rooms in the crowd of their team, when Milo nudged his shoulder. “So I heard you got back together with your ex.”

If David hadn’t been staring a hole in the back of Asher’s head, he wouldn’t have seen the way he tensed and jerked, looking back at them automatically before quickly snapping his focus forward again. Oh, for fucks sake. “I didn’t,” he told Milo. Really, he was telling Asher.

Milo huffed. “Good. I didn’t like that one.”

Christian laughed, still looking green but fighting it. “Yeah, David took Scarface home last night.”

Milo tripped Chrissy in one smooth motion and slid up to Darlin’s side, throwing an arm over their shoulders. “Much better choice,” he told David, even though he and everyone else knew that anything between David and Darlin had never been more than casual. Darlin did not do romantic relationships.

Darlin laughed. “I slept on the couch. The big guy wouldn’t even make me breakfast. No dick. No waffles. Fucking one star review all around.”

Their collective laughter echoed when they pushed into the locker rooms.

David knew Asher wouldn’t be able to escape him now. Their lockers were side by side. Just like they’d been since they were kids. David stopped paying attention to the usual banter and ruckus of the team around him. Asher was laughing and trying to take part if only to not meet David’s gaze while they all stripped down to shower, peeling off, the water echoing from the other room.

Asher tossed him a friendly smile, making eye contact for the first time since last night, tossing some of his sweaty clothes into a pile at his feet. He commented on some move David had done during practice. It was all painfully normal. Asher was throwing him a line out of their funk. He was offering him a do over. They’d done this a hundred times since they were kids. They’d get in fights or hurt each other’s feelings and then one of them would decide to let it go, to offer a line back to the way things were, and they’d take it and move on.

Asher was trying to fix the thing David had fucked up.

He could take it. He could go back and pretend Asher never spilled his guts and he didn’t fumble it like an asshole. They could be friends. Just friends. “I like you,” David said.

Asher stared and then forced one of those goofy smiles. “Yeah. I like you too,” he said, the words catching for the first time ever like it was hard to say, like it wasn’t exactly true anymore, like he was forcing his best friend into a lie. Asher laughed instead and grabbed a clean towel, turning to go find a free shower stall.

David caught his arm and gently held on. “Yesterday—”

Asher swung around, eyes big and flicking to the sides at the other people around them, still talking and laughing, for the moment unaware of this exchange. His gaze was asking if David had lost his mind. He was about to open something that couldn’t be closed again.

But David was terrified of letting it close—of taking that seemingly easy out now and not being able to go back. If he let Asher cram his feelings down and pretend they were just friends again, he might never be able to fix that pain. “You’re my best friend,” he said.

A few people noticed now, huffing little laughs at the sentimentality in those strangely stern words.

Asher nodded quickly, eyes glassing over and darting around still. David still had him by the arm and Asher was seconds from breaking loose and bolting for the showers. “Yeah. And you’re mine, big guy. Always.”

David slid his hand from where he’d grabbed Asher’s elbow down to his wrist and then gently to his hand. People were looking now, going quiet, not sure if this was some sort of involved theatrical joke being performed for them or if they were spying on a moment.

Asher turned shades of pink and red. “What… Dude…”

David was a private person. He did not like people watching him like this. But he wasn’t afraid of that discomfort either. It definitely wasn’t worse than the idea of letting Asher think he didn’t reciprocate his feelings or that they were going back to the way things used to be. He rubbed his thumb across the back of Asher’s knuckles. “I’m sorry. I was surprised, but I wasn’t… I like you, Ash.”

Johnny snorted. “Jesus. Are you going to fucking propose?”

“Oh yeah!” Milo burst, coming out of nowhere. “I almost forgot!” He threw the ball of his sweaty practice uniform at Johnny, triggering a team wide reaction of cheers and hurling dirty clothes at their teammate. “You were late to practice, asshole. Have fun on laundry duty!”

Huxley laughed, flashing Milo a grin and a nod at how quickly he defused Johnny.

He headed to the showers, glad to see that whatever was going on between Asher and David seemed to be going well. They were nice guys and they’d both been pretty upset last night, even if they’d both been pretending not to be.

He was never really sure what to do about people pretending they were okay when they weren’t. He wanted to offer a sounding board or a pick me up, but he couldn’t really if his friends said they were fine. Was he supposed to pretend he didn’t notice? Were they really friends?

“Did you really leave the party just to give that nerd a ride home last night?” Christian said to Milo, his voice echoing off the tile walls when he walked into the showers.

Milo raised an eyebrow, taking a stall next to Huxley. “No, I left because I was sick of watching you try to dance. Giving that genius a ride home was just a happy coincidence.”

Huxley smiled and hit the water. He liked the way Milo talked, and the way he seemed to be always looking out for everyone else.

“Milo has a crush!” Christian jeered loudly for the team filling the room.

It was meant to make Milo defensive and embarrassed. It was the sort of jabbing and talk that would usually make Huxley uncomfortable but after just a few months he already knew how this conversation was going to go.

Milo nodded from his shower stall, like it was a serious point being made. “Definitely.”

A collective laugh echoed in the room against the sprays of water.

“It’s not news, Chrissy,” Miguel added from across the room.

The team descended into speculations about how long exactly Milo had been crushing on his academic rival and their standing bets on whether or not he stood any chance at all. It seemed to be common knowledge that his crush hated him, something that Milo didn’t seem exactly worried about.

Huxley thought the whole thing sounded funny. It was hard to imagine anyone hating Milo.

Eventually Hux dried-off, dressed, and headed out. He wished he’d said something more. His teammates were funny but somehow he always felt like he was missing his chance to connect to them. He just smiled and nodded along the sidelines before leaving. He was a part of them…but was he? Damn.

He was only a few steps out of the building and onto one of the campus paths when he noticed a familiar face. The guy from last night… Gavin, was sitting on a picnic table under the nearest tree, nursing an energy drink.

Huxley missed a step before continuing, mind racing. What was he doing over here this early? Should Huxley nod and say good morning? Or was that awkward now?

Gavin grinned when he saw him and hopped off the picnic table, walking right toward him.

Huxley blinked, surprised. Things hadn’t exactly ended well last night…

“Hey,” Gavin said.

Huxley stopped in front of him. “Morning.”

Gavin jolted a little like that reminded him. He reached into his back and pulled out another slender can, offering it. “I caught the end of your training… I gotta say, I like watching you guys run drills more than I like watching the actual games. But then again, I’ve always liked a good drilling more than playing games.”

Huxley accepted the can being handed to him automatically, Gavin’s smooth voice and confidence rolling over him. A prickle ran his spine, excited and disappointed when he realized Gavin was flirting. “Thanks…” he said, not sure himself if he was offering gratitude for the drink or the comment, both felt a little hollow. Behind him, he heard more of the team heading out of the gymnasium. He relaxed a fraction, realizing that Gavin was waiting for someone else. “Uh… I should be…” he floundered, stepping to the side to continue on the path, but Gavin pivoted to stay facing him. His expression rippled, breaking from that charming confidence. “I’m sorry, dude, I’m really hungry. I gotta—”

“I could find you something to eat…” Gavin said, grinning and not so subtly poking a tongue at the corner of his lips.

Huxley felt heat flush his face. His dick twitched but he huffed a laugh and took another step away.

“Are you seeing someone?” Gavin asked, seeming to surprise even himself with the question.

Huxley scratched the back of his head. Seeing someone? Like dating someone? Had he ever? “Oh. Um. No.”

Gavin nodded, smiling for a second, almost relieved and then not, that confusion creasing his brow again. He didn’t look like someone who was usually confused.

“Huxley!” Asher called from a group of voices. “There you are! Fuck, you left in a hurry.” He came up behind him and then stopped, surprised to see Gavin. “Hey, Gav. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up this early…”

Gavin grinned, any confusion or uncertainty about him gone. “Oh, I think you have…”

Asher smiled bigger, leaning up onto his toes to throw an arm over Huxley’s shoulders. “We’re going to get breakfast. You coming with, Hux? I’m trying to get a pancake eating contest going.” He nudged his chin at Gavin. “You want to come too, Gav?”

Huxley was already being turned toward the parking lot by Asher. Milo and David were in some sort of debate, Darlin in stitches beside them.

He noticed Gavin hadn’t said anything and glanced over to catch his gaze, realizing that he was watching him. Again, Gavin looked like he’d been put on the back foot and wasn’t at all used to that. “Do you mind?” he asked.

The group had already spotted Gavin and were calling him to join.

Huxley felt heat rush his face. Why would Gavin ask him? “Of course not, dude.”

“Gav!” Milo called, waving his extra helmet to him.

Gavin perked up and finished his energy drink, tossing it into the recycle on his way to the motorcycle.

#redactedverse #fanfic #college au #roommates au #no magic au #smut growing into a whole damn ongoing au #david/asher #dash #milo/sh #rivals to lovers #huxley/gavin #<3 #redacted asmr #dominimoonbeam

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made-by-moon · 3 months

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What would the Marauders era characters do for living in a non magic au p.3.

Lily Evans

She would go to the same uni as James, but while he was studying to be a nurse, she studied medicine. She's a smart, independent woman who wants to help people. Among those in need, she favoured children... so she became a pediatrician. Her and James would work at the same hospital, and kids would joke they're married only... it wouldn't be really a joke. Kids adore that she can stay calm and nice even in stressful situations. And she always entertains them with fun facts about the human body or the world in general.

Regulus Black

He would be a writer because while Sirius ran away from the Grimuald Place, Regulus didn't have that luxury. Without his brother, he needed to create a new reality, maybe filled with magic and adventures, to cope with the pressure put on him by his parents. He would insert people he knew into those books and create new, maybe better, world for them all and himself. He would get really successful in this field, thanks to his impressive linguistics skills and imagination.

#harry potter #the marauders #marauders #lily evans #regulus black #walburga's a+ parenting #human au #modern au #no magic au #jobs #writing #pediatrician #lily evans is a girlboss #regulus deserved better #fanfic #regulus arcturus black

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swenmxlf · 1 year

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No magic AU Regina gets immediate crush on random woman who saves her from a fire

#swanqueen #emma x regina #regina mills #emma swan #fanart #ouat #no magic au #bbies #Regina in Emma's arms #that's it #swan queen

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chrism02 · 5 months

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#alfred molina #maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #sorcerer's apprentice #the sorcerer's apprentice #no magic au #phantom of the opera

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albentelisa · 3 months

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Here's an interesting idea. Jim uses the time stone, but it's not what they thought it was, or doesn't work right in his amulet, either one. Instead of just resetting everything, he ends up in a different universe... ours, on the day the amulet is discovered. Now the Arcane Order is hunting him, and he has to get back to his world so he can save both universes from them. Problem is, as far as we know, our world doesn't have trolls or magic. How does he succeed??

Oh, it's an unusual one! So, Jim ends up in a different universe but doesn't notice it at first - simply because everyone he knows seems to be the same. There's still his mom, Toby, Claire, Mr. Strickler... But the thing is that this universe has no magic, trolls, or aliens. There's no Trollmarket beneath Arcadia or Trollhunter. Strickler is actually a concerned teacher with no ulterior motives altogether, so Jim somehow sets his mom with the nicest person possible. Toby, however, goes to the canals per Jim's suggestion - and finds nothing there. He is slightly annoyed with Jim afterward and says the joke wasn't funny.

However, it's not when Jim realizes that something is way off - he simply assumes that Draal or someone else has picked the amulet first. So Jim starts to go out at night, hoping to stumble upon the new Trollhunter. Yet, the streets of Arcadia are suspiciously empty, and he fails to find any proof that the magic exists.

Then Jim wanders into an area he has never seen before. It's rather old but seems inviting. He goes inside one of the shops there - and meets the human version of Blinky. It's where the realization lands - the area is this universe's counterpart of the Trollmarket and all the trolls are humans here. Jim meets human versions of Aaarrrgghh, Draal, Vendel, and even Kanjigar who is pretty much alive in this universe. He also discovers that Gunmar is a millionaire who wants to demolish the area and build his own shopping area.

The realization hits hard. Jim goes around, trying to find at least some proof that magic is real only to discover that there are no hidden sides to this world. He meets Aja and Krel who are actual migrants here (and Aja looks like Krel's sister here), he talks to Douxie, who is just a guy with multiple part-time jobs. The last nail in the coffin is Merlin - who is just a crazy distant relative of Douxie.

Jim is close to giving up, thinking that perhaps, it's for the better that there is no magic and potential apocalypses as no one will die. He starts to come to the old area he discovered to bond with Blinky and other residents. Sure thing, he misses an adventure greatly but is willing to sacrifice his excitement for others.

The thing is that the universe itself becomes unstable because of Jim's travel, and the Arcane Order somehow ends in the no-magic universe as well. Jim sees them on TV, realizing the horror of the situation and that no one can stop the threat as there is no power to counter the Order. In the moment of desperation, he calls the amulet - and it appears right before him.

The problem is that the amulet doesn't work, and the second Jim touches it, he realizes the issue. It cannot work in the world with no magic, but it will if some people believe in it. Jim alone isn't enough, so he tries to contact everyone he knows trying to convince them until it's too late. He tells them about the different universe and how the life was there. Some allies are easily convinced (Toby doesn't question a thing, for example, and Eli is just happy to know that he was right at least in one universe). Strickler, on the other hand, has trouble believing he was a villain in a different universe but ends up admitting that his counterpart's actions sound a lot like him. Nomura is also skeptical initially, but only until Jim brings Per Gynt.

When the amulet is powered up, it gets enough magic to send Jim and Arcane Order to the initial world before the damage is caused to the no-magic universe.

Jim wakes up for the second time in his universe and runs to check to the canals if he ended in the right one this time. He finds the amulet and is ready for his second attempt.

#tales of arcadia #toa #toa au #post rott #what if scenario #no magic au #jim lake jr #text post #ask box #anon ask

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