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cl-01-kestis · 3 years

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An Unlikely Pair - Wrecker x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: As Anakin’s older sister, you were rejected by the Jedi even though you wield the force. But you put your talents towards something else as a Senator and visit Anakin on Anaxes.

Warnings: fluff, lots of pregnancy hormones and baby bonding, open ending

“How’s my sister in law doing?” You asked your brother as you walked beside him towards the ship he would be flying on in a few minutes. Rex walked beside you as the three of you chatted amongst yourselves quietly.

“She’s asking about you, you should probably call her when I leave” Your brother replied with a smile, his hand pressing on your shoulder as he came to a halt.

“She’ll be asking to go baby shopping with me again, you know how excited she is” You looked down at your barely visible belly and back up at Anakin who smiled, pressing his palm against your uterus and unable to control the grin taking over his face.

“Of course she’s excited, a little niece or nephew on the way? I’d almost say she’s more excited than me” Anakin chuckled, rubbing your tummy once more before turning around and looking ahead. Rex stuck with you as your brother walked forward to Hunter, who you had met right before Anakin left for Skako Minor. You heard of the Bad Batch, Rex had filled you in and you couldn’t help but admire them.

You kept a hand on your tummy which held your 6 month old baby, rubbing it softly as you chatted with Rex for a while, talking about the mission he was going on and making small talk about your due date considering everyone knew about your baby at this point. The only issue - there was no father. You were experiencing what your mother went through all those years ago with Anakin and it was very strange to you, the Senate had put you into questioning and done multiple physical tests on you to see if there was a father, but it turns out there was none at all and you were in fact still a virgin. You still accepted the fact you were pregnant though and now you’ve made a full commitment to be a mother when the time comes. The baby was put there for a reason, not just randomly in your opinion.

“Morning sickness has never been so bad, every morning at 3am I’m up and spewing my guts out” You groaned, Rex bearing the burden of all your complains and whining, but to your surprise he wasn’t yet bored or annoyed.

“Perks of being pregnant general, the little guys strong! I guarantee it’s a boy” Rex nudged you playfully with his shoulder.

“Maybe, Ani and I put our bets on a little girl” You smirked, nudging him back which caused him to let out a loud laugh, drawing the attention of Anakin and Hunter who were speaking with the rest of Hunters team, the Bad Batch.

“You two fine over there?” Your brother yelled over, his brow raised and arms crossed as he turned to look at the both of you.

“Just discussing whether the baby is a boy or girl” You chuckled, walking up to Anakin with a beaming smile on your face as Rex followed. Your palm lay flat on where your uterus would be and you put your other hand on your hip.

“Girl, for sure” Your brother said without hesitation, looking to Rex who raised his hands up in defence all whilst fighting the smile off his face.

“You’re expecting, Senator?” You turned to look at Hunter who had a surprised expression on his face, watching you with wide eyes and trailing his gaze to your slightly swollen stomach.

“Yes, 3 months to go” You chirped positively, removing your hand to reveal your stomach which showed a lot through your thin material dress. Hunter smiled and walked up to you, offering his palm. You knew of his abilities, hyper sensitive to many things so you let him feel your stomach to see if he sensed anything to do with your baby.

Hunter closed his eyes as his palm flattened on your tummy, and smiled when he felt the small life form.

“A beautiful healthy baby, congratulations to you Senator, and you Master Skywalker, they’ll be lucky to have an uncle like you” Hunter took his hand off your stomach and patted your shoulder, offering you a smile which you gladly returned. Once he turned away you looked to Anakin with a big bright smile.

“You hear that? My babies beautiful and healthy!” You poked Anakin’s shoulder, earning a chuckle from him as he bent down and kissed your stomach.

“Speaking of babies, go and get some rest, you’ll be exhausted from this morning” Anakin’s tone shifted to concern and you met his offer with the nod of your head, surprising yourself with a yawn as you patted your tummy and nodded.

“Sounds like a plan, don’t get killed Skyguy” You kissed your brothers head by waving him to lean down, tangling your fingers through his hair and stroking it softly before letting go and nuzzling your head with his; something the two of you had done since he was born.

“Love You Ani” You murmured, leaning back and starting to make your way towards the barracks where your bed was awaiting you.

But on your way there, you started feeling dizzy. Your hand was on your tummy as usual, protecting it, but your sight started going fuzzy and your body felt heavy. You needed sleep but you physically couldn’t get there. Just as you were about to collapse onto your knees, a pair of strong hands caught you just in time and picked you up into a chair lift.

Multiple voices yelled out to you, including your brothers and Rex’s. Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you saw was Wrecker, the strongest man in the Bad Batch. You felt safe in his arms, looking up at him with a smile which he returned, only shy and awkward. His eyes were glued to your baby bump and he looked so scared when Anakin walked up to see it you were alright.

“Wrecker- thank you, thank you a lot” Anakin said with such distress, eyes wide and disturbed as his hand raised up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Hunter rushed to Wreckers side and placed a hand on his shoulder, relieved that his comrade was able to save you in time from falling and possibly causing damage to your baby.

“Take her to the barracks, look after her for now Wreck” Hunter instructed, nodding to Anakin who directed Wrecker to the bunker you were sleeping in. It didn’t take long for the big brute to find his way to your barrack, cradling you so delicately considering you were so much smaller than him. He was nervous as he opened up the barrack, relieved to find there was no other clones or Jedi inside as he looked around to find your bed. The one in the corner caught his gaze when he noticed a pile of fancy Senator clothes beside it.

Wrecker tip toed over to the bed and placed you down on it so delicately, your eyes fighting to stay open as you yawned and reached out to grab his arm when he was about to lean back. Wrecker froze at the sudden contact of your hand touching him but he felt so at ease when he noticed the expression on your face.

“It’s alright Senator, you’re safe” His gravelly voice reassured you, taking your hand and cupping it right in his own. His size difference was incredible compared to you, your hand was fully spread in the palm of his and he found it incredibly... cute?

“Is the baby safe?” You asked in a tired tone, letting him hold your hand for a while as you closed your eyes briefly before looking down at your tummy.

“The baby’s fine, ma’am, you had us all a little scared back there though” Wrecker smiled, shedding a little light on the situation. His smile made you forget about the hassle of your fall, he radiated positive and playful energy and you felt so intrigued by it.

“Thank you, and please, call me (Y/N)” You chuckled, your hand still grasping his wrist as he sat on the bed beside you. Wrecker felt himself grow comfortable at your presence, but he looked at your belly and noted to himself that there must be a father involved, disappointing him slighlty as he continued to let you hold onto him.

“You here on your own? I wouldn’t consider this as a place for a pregnant woman” Wrecker looked around the barracks, feeling uneasy as you shrugged and replied with a soft hum.

“I’ve been in many wars, far before I was a Senator, so l know these places like they’re my home” You smiled, sitting up and crossing your legs since it was more comfortable for your baby bump. Wrecker’s arms were ready to catch you if you fell, worry all over his face as he tried to stay calm and collected. You found it cute.

“You were a soldier?” Wrecker asked with a curious tone, placing his hands back down on his lap as he watched you protectively in case anything happened. After crossing your legs, you nodded.

“Once, but I resigned and took interest in doing politics” You were so open with him, he can’t remember the last time he sat down like this and had a conversation with someone that wasn’t his brothers. A woman as well, a very beautiful one at that.

“Do you miss it?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Sometimes, I miss the thrill of it all” You sighed, your fingers tapping a soft rhythm on your tummy as you looked up to meet Wrecker’s gaze, directing your attention towards his cybernetic eye which was pure white and had a slightly noticeable light grey iris on it. You looked at the large scar covering up half of his face, curious as to know how he got it but you kept your mouth shut.

“What position were you?” Wrecker looked more comfortable speaking about your past career in the army considering it was something he was engineered for, the topic of war was something he was able to discuss instead of other matters such as politics and pregnancy.

“I was an officer, much like Captain Rex, but I was promoted to Commander right before I fell pregnant, the timing is impeccable” You laughed dryly, eyes still looking at Wrecker as he chuckled at your comment and shrugged.

“You can’t control it, I’m guessing the dad knows?” Wrecker asked with a positive upbeat tone but you said nothing in reply, causing him to replace his smile with a confused frown.

“You wouldn’t believe me, but there is no dad- biologically impossible, yes I know, but the Senate ran multiple tests on me and found it out to be true” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest and looking up at the bunker bed ontop of you. Wrecker stared at you with wide, surprised eyes and blinked a few times before coming back to reality.

“That’s pretty impressive, it’s a miracle child then” He smiled once again, calming your nerves and making the corners of your lips twitch up.

“You could say that, pregnancy is the burden of my existence though” You sat up when you felt your back get uncomfortable, keeping one arm on your spine whereas the other was on your knee. You were sitting opposite from the colosal clone who wore the softest expression, his helmet sitting next to him as he supervised you in case you fell back.

“You thinking of any names?” Wrecker perked up as the question slipped past his lips, leaning his elbows on his knees which brought him a little closer to you as you started rubbing your stomach.

“For a girl I want to name her Shmi-Eisley after my late mother and the place I grew up,” You felt your heart ache at the memories of you and your mother when you were barely a little girl, long before Anakin was born. You and your mother were very close and unlike Anakin, you had a father, but he vanished months before you were born so you never knew who he was. But now her burden of pregnancy has passed down onto you and you have no idea why, it felt like a prophecy being repeated.

“I don’t really have any names for boys yet but I’m thinking about it” You scratched the back of your neck.

“You want it to be a girl?” Wrecker tilted his head. You replied with a curt nod.

“I hope so, but a boy would be just as good” You smiled at the thought of holding your own baby, heart swelling with happiness as you stroked the area above your uterus, using the force to feel their heartbeat. Wrecker watched with an intrigued stare as you closed your eyes and furrowed your brows slightly, your face unreadable as you smiled and let out a small chuckle.

“You want to feel it? The baby’s kicking quite a lot” You offered, holding back a grin as a kick startled you in perfect timing. Wrecker looked concerned, as if he didn’t trust himself with the task and reluctantly took his glove off and brought his hand forward to touch your stomach. You arched your back slightly to stick your tummy out some more, your hand resting on the top so he had room to press his large hand against it.

“It’s alright, here,” You gently took Wrecker’s hand halfway, pulling it towards you and resting his palm flat on the side of your baby bump so he could feel it. Wrecker looked at your stomach intensely, eyes focused and a small frown plastered to his face until he finally felt it, a small kick against his hand.

Leaning back with wide eyes, wrecker let out a loud laugh and stared at your stomach in amazement, bewildered he had even felt such a thing. The baby kicked more and you found yourself leaning back and taking deep breaths, slight pains jabbing your body as you tried to sooth them. Wrecker shifted off his bunker and onto his knees so he was closer to you than before, his hand reaching out once more to press against your tummy.

You watched with wide eyes and gasped when the baby stopped kicking, as it if sensed Wrecker’s presence and was immediately comforted by it. Your heart swooned at the sight of Wrecker grinning to himself as your baby settled just by his touch, rubbing his thumb delicately over the material of your dress.

Shyly, you placed your hand ontop of his and his eyes looked up to meet yours, a blush covering his handsome face as the small strokes of his thumb paused. His heart hammered inside his chest, his breathing was short and he felt like he was about to combust. The most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on was letting him bond with her baby, only for her to bond with him. It was an experience he never thought would occur but he wasn’t complaining, this felt so relaxing to him but at the same time it put him on edge.

He was engineered to fight, not feel.

“The little one okay?” He asked, his tone quiet and a complete contrast compared to how he usually sounded. He sounded as though the baby heard his every word and he tried not to disturb it.

“Yeah,” You smiled. “They like you”.

Wrecker looked up at you, his eyes looking into yours for much longer than the both of you realised. Your heart fluttered and you found yourself reaching over to rest your hand on Wreckers cheek. Using your force abilities, you pressed to fingers against his temple to see what he was thinking. He looked confused but he put the pieces together; you and Skywalker were siblings, of course you had the force as well.

He relaxed once again and let out a soft, pleasant sigh, allowing you to go into his mind and shuffle around his thoughts. He made an unreadable expression, clearly feeling you in his head and trying not to laugh, maybe it was ticklish for him? The thought made you smile.

There wasn’t many thoughts in his head, he was relaxing so much his worries started to fade and the only thoughts you could read were the ones he felt about you. You felt your face flush, hearing his thoughts about how beautiful you were and how much he wanted to know more about you. You heard him worrying about how you would react to him feeling that way, angry? Your smile faded and you took your fingers from his temple, returning to cup his cheek as his expression became worried.

“I want to know you better as well, Wrecker” You giggled, earning a sigh of relief from the big brute who smiled uncontrollably and placed a hand on your waist. You looked at his face, your fingers delicately trailing around his scars and sharp jaw. Wrecker was more handsome than first glance, he had beautiful eyes, even if one of them wasn’t real. You loved the way he looked at you, although it caused your baby to kick your stomach as if it was telling you off. You ignored it, you just wanted to enjoy this moment with Wrecker, you didn’t know the next time you’d get to see him so you took every minute with caution.

“You get along suspiciously well with Wrecker” Your brother stood beside you with his arms folded, his hip touching yours as you watched the Bad Batch from a respectable distance whilst they negotiated their next mission.

You chuckled at his comment, leaving no reply and crossing your arms above your belly as you continued spectating Wrecker get along with his brothers. You understood each of them had a special gift, they were all incredible soldiers but something about Wrecker made him stand out compared to the rest. Whether was his size, his volume, his attitude, or his abilities, to you it was everything about him.

“He’s good with Shmi” You stated. Anakin immediately knew what you meant, Shmi was the name the both of you called your baby. Your little brother smiled, looking towards Wrecker who was talking with Rex and Cody.

“If she likes him, you should keep him around” Anakin suggested with a smirk, nudging your shoulder with his and making you chuckle softly before shrugging your shoulders.

“Maybe, depends whether or not he’s going to stick around” Your tone shifted quickly into a sad, disappointed one. Your brother wrapped an arm around your shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly whilst kissing your temple.

“Wrecker’s a clone, he’s a soldier, you do realise if you were to keep him around it would be difficult?” Anakin raised a brow, keeping you close to him as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“That’s a good point, but then again I’ve never felt this way towards someone,” You sighed.

“Is this how you feel towards Padme?” You looked up at your brother for closure, arms still folded and head cranked up a bit just so you could see his face. He was too tall, that was the only thing you didn’t like about him.

“Depends on what you’re feeling? Describe it to me” He turned to face you, a supportive smile on his face as you let out another sigh and rubbed your upper arms.

“It’s a weird feeling, I get all fuzzy and warm, my heart feels uncomfortable” You murmured, careful not to speak too loud in case any clones heard, which is the last thing you want. Your brother stared at you with wide yet amused eyes, patting your shoulder before letting you go and folding his arms once more.

“Sounds like you’ve got feelings for Wrecker, maybe even fallen in love” Anakin shrugged, sticking his bottom lip out and trying to fight back a smile as you gulped down your throat dryly.

“Then what do I do?” You asked.

“You’ll just have to wait and see” Your brother responded.

#star wars #x reader #anakin skywalker #the bad batch #bad batch wrecker #clone wars

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reynesofcastamere · 4 years

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Thrown Gauntlet[Ω]

(A/N: Sooooo....I’ve decided to start another series of fics that I will be marking with [Ω] in the titles: To disinguish them from both the main series (which I am still working on) and the [β] drabbles (which are all over the place in terms of timeline, setting, universe, etc.). Essentially a very self-indulgent AU where Savage, Maul, and Feral all get adopted by Clan Wren. This installment takes place in 20 BBY, so Ahsoka is around 16 and Maul is about 34. However. I want to state outright that the dynamic is intended to be a verrrrry slow build and that nothing romantic and/or sexual will be occurring between Maul and Ahsoka until MUCH later. If what I’ve described does not sound like your personal cup of tea, then by all means, feel free to give this fic and/or series a pass. This is getting a bit long, so to sum up: No trigger warnings, Obi-Wan is an Incurable Flirt, Rex is Flustered, and Maul is about 100% Done With Everyone’s Nonsense. Unbeta’d) The Jedi Temple is buzzing. Not literally, of course, but Ahsoka can feel a strange vibration in the Force. Excitement, or maybe irritation? There’s definitely quite a bit more whispering amongst her fellow Jedi and the clone troopers she passes on her path to the east hangar. Master Anakin had told her to pack for a long trip, which she can only assume means they’ve been assigned another mission and he’s withholding the details so as to ‘surprise’ her appropriately. Typical Skyguy.

She spots Rex near the door, sans helmet. “Good morning, Captain.” A proper salute, quickly returned, though her tone is light. “Morning, Commander. And-er, yes, it certainly is.” He actually seems to be fidgeting a bit, and his face- “Rex, are you...blushing?” “N-no. No. Just-ah...Finished up my workout routine. Took more out of me than I expected. You know how it is; One day you’re all shiny-new and the next you feel older than General Yoda.” “Reeeeexxxx....Come on, whatever it is can’t be that bad.”

“The Clawbirds arrived about an hour ago. Captain Wren’s refusing to do much of anything until he finishes repairs on General Skywalker’s ship.” Rex caves, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Master Anakin can’t be too happy about that.” Ahsoka observes, knowing just how...particular he is about his personal projects. “Should I be worried?” “Er...maybe? It’s kind of a toss-up. Depends on whether M-” He begins, before a subtler voice cuts in. “Captain, there you are. I was hoping to speak to you.” The speaker is a male Zabrak with soft golden-yellow eyes and skin, the latter of which is liberally patterned in brown markings. Unusual enough, but he’s also clad in full Mandalorian armor, helmet tucked under one arm and carrying what looks like field medic gear along with the standard jetpack and arsenal of weapons. And he’s glowing; a defined Force signature radiating Light and positive energy like a solar lamp. How-? “Medic Sergeant Wren. They are still getting along, right?” “Oh yes. He’s in a much better mood than last time. Apologies, am I interrupting?” “Thank the Maker. And no, um. Commander Tano, this is Medic Sergeant Feral Wren.” Rex looks like he’s in danger of heatstroke with how red he’s gotten. It’s not hard to see why, especially when Feral gives a smile that could melt half the ice on Bahryn. Rather than salute her, he stretches his right hand out so that they can clasp forearms briefly, a greeting from one warrior to another. “It’s a pleasure, Medic Sergeant.” She smiles back. Ahsoka can’t help it. He’s just...She’s fighting the urge to hug him like some kind of stuffed animal toy. Which is bizarre and will most definitely not be happening anytime soon. “Tano...Oh, you must be ‘Snips’. It’s almost a shame Savage volunteered to help the younglings train, we’ve both wanted to meet you for some time now.” Wait, what? “Tranyc’vod [Sunny(star-burned) brother] Anakin hasn’t been able to call as often, but he’s very proud of your accomplishments.” Feral remarks, genuinely pleased even as her head spins with the implications. Her Master has a lot of explaining to do. “Speaking of which, I’d better not keep him waiting much longer. I look forward to talking to you again, though. See you later, Captain. Maybe you should ask the Medic Sergeant about those stamina issues you’re having?” She can’t resist ribbing Rex as she departs, watching him splutter as Feral, like any good medic, starts making inquiries about his ‘condition’ while looking him over. And placing a hand on his chestplate, apparently. Huh. Maybe her friend’s obvious crush isn’t quite as one-sided as she’d thought. Ahsoka navigates her way through the semi-organized rows of ships. Even if Anakin’s presence in the Force wasn’t abnormally strong, she doesn’t need to focus to find him. Not when he’s talking loud enough to be heard across half the hangar. “-last time, it’s fine! You’re just being paranoid, as usual.” “Every ship I have been forced to borrow from you has either crashed, suffered a critical malfunction, or was confined to the scrap heap mere hours after landing. No one is setting a foot on this poorly-constructed death trap until I am absolutely certain it won’t spontaneously combust mid-flight.” And that must be Captain Wren. He sounds...irritated, to say the least.

“My ships run perfectly, thanks. Must hurt that Mando pride, knowing a Jedi is a better pilot and mechanic than you, Captain.” She’s not quite within visual range yet, but she knows her Master is smirking. “How sad that as a Jedi, you cannot recognize your own failings, General. Perhaps you should conduct a survey of your ‘victims’ instead of this poor attempt at distraction. Mir’osik adiik be’kyorla hut’uun![Dung for brains child of (a) rotten coward!]-” “Ouch. What, did one of your horns get caught in the hydraulics?” “Hilarious. Make yourself useful by grabbing a towel, or something from Kenobi’s closet. I’m coming out.” “Ah, Captain Wren. I thought the general ambience had improved. What were you saying about my clothing?” She hadn’t been aware of Master Kenobi’s presence before this. Either he’d used a secondary entrance or had been waiting for his chance to join the exchange while the captain was busy. “Kenobi.”

“Oh come now, surely you can muster a more polite greeting than that. You’ve been away so long I’ve had to listen to recordings just to remember the sound of your lovely voice.” “Perhaps I will address you with respect when you learn to stop leering at me, besom [ill-mannered lout].” “Busted. Again.” “You’re not helping, Anakin.” Ahsoka rounds a corner and-Oh. Wow. How far down do those-? She blinks a few times, just to be sure of what she’s seeing. Yep, there is a very shirtless Zabrak with the kind of muscle definition that would make scores of artists weep standing with his back to her and wiping his face off with a towel. She desperately hopes that her jaw is not hanging open as he turns his head to survey her with one vibrant yellow tourmaline eye. She honestly doesn’t know if she wants to draw closer or back away in that moment. His presence in the Force is not a benevolent, harmless light, but rather a controlled fire that sparks and issues dark threads of smoke. This...Ahsoka doesn’t understand what is going on, and it’s starting to make her uncomfortable. “The spy finally shows herself.” He remarks, assessing and dismissing her as a non-threat within the span of a few seconds, continuing to wipe off whatever type of mess had been spattered on him. “Don’t mind him, Snips. Someone shoved a shock baton up his ass years ago and the medics never found a way to pull it out. Tragic, really.” Anakin Skywalker grins, arms loosely folded across his chest and leaning against the outside of his ship. “Ahsoka, this is Maul. We’ll be working with him and his people for the forseeable future.” It clicks suddenly where she’s heard both his name and that of his group before: Captain Maul of Clan Wren and his company are the only Mandalorian supercommandos who will actually work with the Jedi Council. At least, when they’re not busy with bodyguard or mercenary jobs. Part of that involves what is referred to -with some awe and a lot of fear- as ‘running the gauntlet’, a mandatory training course for any Padawans or Knights posted to or intending to spend a considerable amount of time in the barely-civilized regions of space. It’s been suspended since the war started in earnest, but if they’re going to be sticking around for a while...Well, the implications are pretty serious. And Ahsoka has somehow managed to ogle one of the most infamous hardasses this side of the Mid Rim. Fantastic. Really. Maul disposes of the stained towel and turns to face her properly, Ahsoka’s gaze staying determinedly on his face as they grip each other’s right forearms. He doesn’t pull back after a few seconds as Feral had, hand locking in place as he seems to peer into her soul. “I will say this once. We are not like our evaar’la vod’e[young brothers]. We are not subservient to you, and I do not accept excuses or blatant disrespect.” A pause and a slight increase in pressure, just below the threshold of inflicting pain. “Are you ready, Ahsoka Tano?” “Yes, Captain.” She answers with a certainty that she can feel in her very bones, and is rewarded with the hint of a wry smile when he lets go. Well that’s...something. Master Kenobi clears his throat pointedly. Right. Mission briefing first. Sort out her feelings later. Still, she can’t help but look forward to whatever comes next. (A/N: *cracks knuckles* Well, that’s the first installment. A little vague on the details, but I’m hoping to elaborate on what’s been hinted at here relatively soon. The name of the supercommando company comes from the Legends novel Maul:Lockdown by Joe Schreiber. And yes, for fellow Rebels fans who are reading this thing: In this AU, Sabine and Tristan get three badass Zabrak-hybrid uncles and a fair amount of adopted cousins. (Which is entirely Savage’s doing.) I do believe that Anakin is a gifted mechanic, but also couldn’t resist the running joke of ‘Skywalker’s ships/anything he tinkers with only work for him and Artoo’. Cheers!)

#maulsoka #eventually #tbh this one is pretty gen aside from minor feral/rex and obi-wan failing his seduction roll #for like the hundredth time

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