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Prompt used: Panic Attack
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: The Sandman
Pairing: Dream of The Endless/Hob Gadling
Characters: Dream of The Endless, Hob Gadling
Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, possible out of character
Warnings: panic attack
Word count: 936
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Hob's jaw practically hit the floor. Where before a cat was lying on the couch's armrest, now sits his Stranger.
Silence stretches as Hob's staring wide-eyed at his Friend, and Dream avoids making eye contact.
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Spending time with Hob has been a rare delicacy. He got too comfortable.
Oh, how Dream wishes to curse his sister for her timing, but he won't. He has foolishly forgotten it wouldn't last forever, didn't even know when Desire planned to end this charade. He couldn't stand the thought of it ending at all.
The moment Death has come, he was instantly filled with dread. He saw the confusion on Hob's face at Death's actions and could anticipate Hob's realisation, hurt, and inevitably betrayal.
He had to brace himself for rejection and Hob's justified anger.
Perhaps Hob will forgive him again?
No. No, before it was out of his control to miss their meeting. But this— this was intentional. Perhaps it'll be the last straw and Hob will want him to leave and not come back. That thought alone coiled his being tight bringing out a humid storm inside him.
He doesn't want to lose him. Hob is his friend, he takes the loneliness away. He doesn't want to but Hob deserves better. If he'd wish it Dream will go back to being alone again.
Distantly the Dreaming is enveloped in a dense fog, so thick that if one were to slice it, it would only leave a faint cut; making it all that difficult to move. Few unlucky denizens, scrambling for shelter, were slowed down, practically unable to move further. Nightmares with their sharp edges come to rescue dreams not strong enough to manage these conditions.
It will feel wrong, he will feel wrong. Alone again. Too soon.
Hob deserves to be free of him but oh, how he'll miss the human's warmth. It's unfathomable and ultimately unavoidable, he'll get used to being cold again. He must. Hob's worth it.
He can already feel the upcoming cold; a sharp, white noise of irritating itches.
The Dreaming's air stilled as the mist has frozen, dreams and nightmares alike feel disbelief, and andrenaline. The ice is of irregular shape - crystal-like, and sharp shards forming from the rain stab surfaces with hisses and whizzes.
Unbearable, it'd be unbearable but Dream will endure. For Hob.
No. Better not to think of Hob, it'll be too painful. Yet it was the thought of Hob that made him steel his resolve inside the glass.
He hears nothing. Everything? It's ringing, humming?
Hob? Yes Hob. Soft Hob with bright gentle eyes and joyous smiles, comfortable and warm and safe.
Where is he again? Silence is buzzing within him. When did the air go stale?
Wrong. What's wrong? What did he miss? Hob might know. Hob's clever.
Dream stills as melodic notes reach him.
*Fr---d! Dr--m?*
No, not notes, voice. Warm and concerned. Safe... Is that Hob's voice surrounding him?
*...d you to c-me back.*
Hob.
*You're safe. I'm here. You c-*
With Hob, safe. Yes. What is he doing here? Did Burgess get him too?
*-ry later. Gonna touch you now. Okay Friend?*
The moment Hob's hand made contact with Dream, time resumed in the Dreaming. All shards, previously suspended in the air, violently plunge to the ground with a shatter.
Hob's touch was enough to startle Dream back to Hob's flat and away from Burgess's basement. Not yet enough for Dream to calm.
"I need you to focus on me. Alright?" Hob's concerned voice fully reaches Dream. Then hesitant, Dream slowly drags his eyes upwards to Hob's face. That earned him an encouraging smile. "Good. That's it. You're doing great." Hob says and leads Dream's hand to put against his chest, then "I want you to match my breathing now."
Dream mimics the slow and steady movement of Hob's chest. After a while Dream has found his voice; his mind fully present with Hob.
"I'm sorry." He says and then Hob's smile turns sad.
"Nothing to apologise for my Friend. I'm no stranger to panic attacks." Hob says, gentle.
Dream's eyes flutter shut to stop tears from appearing. Why is Hob gentle with him? He surely doesn't deserve it.
"I should leave. I'm sorry for intruding, Hob Gadling."
"Who said anything about leaving? And you truly didn't bother me or intrude." Hob blurts out, hand darting out to grasp Dream's arm as Dream started to stand. "While I can't deny I have questions. They can wait. I'd rather be sure you're alright Stranger." Hob spoke with a strained, nervous grin, his grip on Dream's arm weakening.
"If...I'm alright? Certainly you must wish me gone for invading your privacy..?" Dream questions, unbelieving.
"Not really, no. I-" Hob licks his lips from nerves, "-I think it helped, helped you that is. Spending time with me. I don't know what happened to you Stranger," Dream tenses slightly, "-but you can come by. Anytime, doesn't matter. If it helps, I'll gladly give you my time." Dream glances at Hob's eager, honest eyes.
"You still want my company even-?" Dream begins, voice filled with emotion.
"Of course." Hob cuts him off. "I fought tooth and nail for the title of being your friend, Stranger. You're not getting rid of me that easily." Hob jokes but Dream can see nothing but the truth in that statement.
"I...Thank you Hob, my Friend." Dream nods, then "I owe you an explanation. I shall meet you tomorrow... I have something to attend to."
With that Dream makes his escape to the Dreaming leaving behind a stunned Hob Gadling staring where seconds before stood his friend.
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Prompt used: "What's So Funny?", Don't Make Me Laugh
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: The Sandman
Pairing: Dream of The Endless/Hob Gadling
Characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of The Endless, Desire of The Endless, Lucienne, Matthew
Tags: fluff, possible out of character, terrible advice, attempt at humor,
Warnings: none
Word count: 1743
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Dream of The Endless doesn't regret anything, especially if said things were forethought or downright planned. As of right now he's curled up on Hob Gadling's lap who's preparing notes for the next lesson - now and again receiving head scratches he's delighting in. And in that moment Hob's hand comes down to scratch behind his ear. Dream automatically closes his eyes and leans in. Half a minute later he lifts his hand, while chuckling at Dream's protesting meow.
If he literally purrs everytime it happens; Dream will never breathe a single word of.
Where was he? Ah, yes. He'll never go along Desire's schemes ever again. Here he is, in his cat form, unable to change. With that wretched collar around his neck he's rendered incapable of manipulating his form in any way.
Lately Dream has been wondering if this really was such a good idea. While being Hob's cat has been shockingly exceptional experience and at the same time not at all surprising. Having said that Hob's kindness and care put Dream off kilter making him feel as if he takes advantage of Hob. Which in turn is only a small piece of the whole picture considering what made him ask for his sibling's help.
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Dream makes his way to the library to return a novel "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens to its rightful place. After putting it back, Dream reaches for another, this time "If I Ever Get Out of Here" by Eric Gansworth. He turns to leave only to be met with Lucienne who's expression was curious with a hint of concern. A spark of irritation lit up at being interrupted, Dream quickly puts it out. "Lucienne." He nods.
"Do you require more assistance, my Lord? Recently the number of your visits to the library have greatly increased;" his librarian inquires, "Furthermore seeing the Dreaming's overcast weather, it reveals that you, Lord Morpheus, are at an impasse, caught in indecision. Therefore have been searching for insight."
"I suppose I, indeed, have found myself at a crossroad." Dream muses, "Months have passed in the Waking since I last met with Hob...I find I wish to visit him sooner."
"What stops you my Lord?"
"Seeing how he wasn't cross with me leaving as I did in 1889. I'd like to finally tell him my name. He's long overdue." He glances away. "However I fear, if I share it, the novelty will wear off..." He hesitates, "He'll grow to realise how appalling, rotten and broken I am. He takes me to be a mystifying and outlandish being which granted him immortality. While I might be those to him, with time they would give way to the more jarring ignorant, cruel, malicious abnormality and torment."
"If I may, sir? I don't think Hob would change his opinions of you that greatly, nor do I think him capable of discarding your friendship that quickly and easily. He was the one to offer his friendship and as you pointed out - he has accepted you upon return." Dream loosens his grip on the book, not sure when he started to tighten his hold. "But if one opinion doesn't suffice my Lord, you can always turn to your family for council."
"Thank you Lucienne. I shall consider it." With a nod Dream walks out.
Lucienne sighs and walks back to her desk. Moments later Matthew lands on the lamp's neck and caws. "That went pretty well. Right? For a minute there I thought you'd get struck by lightning!"
"It might have just looked like it Matthew. In fact since his return, Lord Morpheus makes an effort to ask for help and listen to advice. The fact that it didn't take that long to get him to open up about this dilemma clearly proves that."
Matthew fidgets in place. "What dilemma? It's pretty obvious to me that both of them are head over heels in love. And I saw them meeting. From afar. The amount of sexual tension there, was just-" he shudders-"nope, too much for me, definitely. Needed gallons of holy water after THAT." Lucienne's smile widens at Matthew's antics.
"Let's hope a talk with Death will point him in right direction."
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Slightly dreading upcoming conversation, Dream braces himself. Although his sibling's insight might prove to be valuable. Definitely has the capacity for when not busy scheming. "Desire, I stand in my gallery and hold your sigil, I seek your council, may I come through?"
"Go right ahead, Sweet Dream~"
In moments Dream steps into The Threshold. "I've never known you to be able of asking for help. What is it that you desire that you came all the way from The Dreaming to little old me?" They tease with a smirk, flicking their tail lazily.
"It concerns Hob Gadling." He said narrowing his brows.
"Who is he? Should I know him? Sounds boring." Dream grits his teeth in irritation at Desire's fake obliviousness and disinterest. "You know very well who it is I speak of."
Desire dramatically pulls back and puts their hand to their chest. "You wound me Sweet Dream, I know not of who that 'Hob Gadling' is. I have other things to do than torment and plot against you; shocking I know."
"He's the immortal human I've been meeting every century. Seeing as I failed to meet him in 1989 because of you, I plan to visit him more frequently. As he still favours our friendship." Desire considers their brother's statement. " Is that his name? I always wondered. Did you say Friends?" they grin, "Your heart tells me otherwise. What I don't know is what part of this concerns me?"
"I want your scheming hands away from him." At that Desire rolls their eyes. "If that's all you needed, then rest assured I didn't come nowhere near your precious little crush. And he's feelings are his own; I didn't influence him in any way." Dream relaxes, but only a bit. He has yet to go straight to the point of this visit.
"Besides I really don't understand how that poor soul went ahead and fell in love with you. Clearly it wasn't your fashion sense that did it. I suppose I must congratulate you. He sees something in you worth loving." Desire observes Dream, takes in how Dream seems to hold something back, hesitant. "What is it that truly brings you here? Spit it out."
"I came..." If one would put a squished lemon next to Dream's face at this moment, Desire wouldn't see any difference."...for advice. In 1889 I refused Hob's friendship, which he forgave me for. Yet again I've done him a disservice by withholding my name. If I were to aspire for more, I'd have to share it. However I fear in doing so, Hob will realise the mistake he made."
Dream is insecure. Sure given his relationship history it's not even surprising. But to come to them? Hob must be special indeed. They should feel honoured; But ultimately Desire couldn't help themself and bursts out laughing. "Oh Brother! You're making me laugh - please stop." They say trying to catch their breath. "What is it that you find so hilarious, sibling? My misery?"
""What's so funny?" he asks! It's your stupidity." They cackle. "So you won't assist. I shall take my leave." "Don't be like that. But fine I'll help you test the waters. But we're doing it my way."
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"That's your great idea?" Dream scowls.
"Have anything better in mind?" they argue back, "In fact this includes every thing you mentioned. First - you get all the TLC your heart desires." Desire raises their index finger and then their middle one. "Second - you get to see his human everyday life. Third - you can test Hob's boundries, see his reactions when pushed and not get rejected in the process." They tap their raised ring finger in thought. Desire make a dramatic shocked face. "Ah yess!" Their pinky joins the other fingers. "Fourth, my favourite~, you get to appriciate his oh so ever, without a doubt in your mind, attractive assets." Desire purrs with a cheshire-like grin.
Dream ignores them. "I'll have to inform Lucienne of my extended absence from The Dreaming."
"See you in a moment, Sweet Dream.~"
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"Lucienne, I'm planning to spend some time in The Waking for foreseeable future. I wish not to be disturbed unless it requires immediate attention." Dream speaks, and in the process scares Matthew. His raven flails cawing at his sudden appearance.
"Am I to understand the conversation went smoothly, sir?" She questions unstartled.
"Perhaps. I expect to receive weekly updates from Matthew, when I'm not otherwise engaged."
"Hey Boss? Isn't staying in the Waking *caw* dangerous for you or something? *Caw* With you getting captured and all?" Matthew tilts his head.
"While your concern is touching, it is unnecessary. I'll be in capable hands." He reassures the raven and then turns to his librarian. "I'll be leaving in a few moments. I trust you to do well looking after The Dreaming."
Lucienne lowers her head. "I won't disappoint sir."
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"There you are Little Dream." Desire says after noticing a black cat sitting on the floor. The cat's shoots daggers their way. "What? If we're to meet Hob like this, I might as well look the part." Desire gestures at themself, then kneel down in front of Dream. "Besides that includes you too." They reveal a black collar, the bow's ribbon covered in a mockery of a night-sky pattern. Dream didn't get time to brace himself, his sibling taking advantage of his inattention, fastens the collar around his neck. "Now we're set." They pick him up. "Let's go to Hob, shall we?"
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A temporary lapse in judgement, Dream vows not to let it happen again. Desire was right about the advantages; however they avoided telling him about the negatives - like guilt. Instead of bravely approaching Hob, he planned. To make matters worse, he went to the one sibling that likes to mess with him. Hob deserves better.
"Come on, Dream. Let's eat then head on upstairs yeah?" Hob rubs his thumb along Dream's head. Dream gives an answering meow, then jumps off Hob's lap to stretch himself.
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This is my first time taking part in a bingo of any kind : ] Kudos to @fandom-free-bingo for creating my bingo card. Constructive criticism is welcome since this is also my first time writing for a fandom.
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Prompt used: Forehead Kisses
Rating: General
Fandom: The Sandman
Pairing: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling
Tags: fluff, established relationship, possible out of character
Warnings: none
Word count: 391
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Hob finally finished checking and grading his students' tests. Winter break and Christmas is in about two weeks. Therefore it's no surprise his students are putting less effort in school. Everybody's excited and restless.
Hob, himself, is no better. Especially since this year he's gonna spend it with his Stranger, his friend and now his lover - Dream! (Hob finally knows his friend's name. Morpheus, King of Dreams and Nightmares, The Sandman, Prince of Stories, Shaper of Forms, Dream of the Endless. He shall rejoice with that knowledge in his heart forever.)
His first Christmas with Dream. That thought alone doesn't fail to bring a smile on Hob's face.
Hob gathers all papers after sorting them and tucks them in respective folders. Hob goes to stand up from his desk when the sound of sand swirling in the air reaches his ears.
"Hob." Dream greets Hob with that sultry voice of his which makes Hob's grin even wider.
Nowadays Dream drops by almost every few days. Unless The Dreaming or other tasks need his undivided focus and attention - Dream tends to come unannounced. Hob doesn't mind. At all. In fact, some days, he still finds it astonishing how the Endless prefers his company.
In seconds Hob is in front of his lover. "Hello Duck." he presses a quick kiss on Dream's lips "Just finished grading. So we can head home now."
"Hmm.. I know." Dream hums.
"You watched and waited, didn't you?"
"Perhaps." Hob hears the amusement in his lover's voice.
"You're lucky I love you." Hob kisses Dream's forehead.
"I'm aware." Dream replies half teasingly, half seriously. "I wonder at your kindness and love you harbor for me. I'm exceptionally fortunate to have your affection direct my way." Hob can't look away from those bright stars in his lover's eyes. "Everyone I loved I brought to ruin. Yet I fully treasure your heart as you hold mine with such care. " Dream murmurs. Hob presses a long kiss on his partners head with his eyes closed. Filled with love and admiration he tightens his arms around Dream and whispers "You deserve it."
Dream rests his head on Hob's shoulder. They stay in each other's embrace. Neither of them willing to pull away.
"You break my heart. You wanted to me to cry." Hob breaks the silence.
"Perhaps."
"Love, you're ridiculous." Hob laughs.
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Prompt used: Wordless Encouragement, Nightmares
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: The Sandman
Pairing: Dream of The Endless/Hob Gadling
Characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of The Endless
Tags: hurt/comfort, possible out of character,
Warnings: none
Word count: 1237
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Ten days have passed since Hob was given Dream to take care of. He found Dream to be well behaved for a cat. Both of them fell into a routine. Hob brings Dream to his classes, making it more difficult for his students to focus. Since Dream proved to be the ultimate distraction.
One lesson of today touched the topic of slavery. Needless to say Hob went on another tangent about how wrong it is to take away someone else's freedom. Hob suspects Dream can tell he was unsettled, because afterwards the cat didn't stray too far from him and was far more cuddly.
So he's grateful when Dream joins him in bed, settling on his chest. He'll take company over being alone anytime. Hob runs his hand back and forth along Dream's back. He repeats the motion as the low vibrations against his chest ever so slowly lull him to sleep.
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Now Hob's hand lies still as he is fully immersed in The Dreaming. Dream continues purring as Hob's heart slows its pace.
It has been somewhat refreshing to see Hob's ongoing and vehement passion. Students hang onto his words, with enjoyment and rapt attention. Minds taught the ways of their predecessors, presented honorable values. Morality shaped little by little and solidified when witnessed by the student's own eyes. Dream isn't even certain if Hob is aware of the influence he has on those he teaches.
Then there is the safety Hob offers. Dream likes to think that had it been anyone else, they wouldn't last six centuries, and if they did - long gone would be their enthusiasm.
But that's just it, Hob isn't anybody else. He basically radiates of excitement, and warmth. Hob's everlasting wish to live let him see worse sides of humanity, the dangers. While they didn't rob him of positivity, Dream can see the phantom touch of suffering on his mind, traces and scars Hob holds secretly within himself.
His inability to shift feels unbearable as if inside his body scorching hot coals were multiplying and dividing at once, sensation similar to that of running the chalk on a chalkboard; like dissonant murmurs inside one's head talking and pulling in every direction, yet each and every one getting ignored.
Does he wish to hold Hob close and tight in his embrace, and tell him he's forgiven him. To tell him again, and again, until he believes, because Hob, singular among men, regrets what he did and inspires to be better.
Suddenly Dream crashes against the floor.
In no time he finds himself on the bed again. This time observing on Hob. Dream notes the human's erratic breathing, and twitching fingers. Then when Dream focuses on Hob's dreamspace, he can feel edges of a nightmare reaching back.
He doesn't interfere. For nightmares serve purpose and to end them would be to rid dreamers of their lessons.
No, the nightmare will run its course. But that doesn't mean he can't comfort him here.
Dream moves closer to Hob's head and then nuzzles into his throat. Like this Dream can feel Hob's heart, so full of life, pumping blood in a repetetive and erratic pace. He places his right paw on Hob's head; then gently and slowly, cautious of his own claws, he adjusts the human's hair. Without the hair in the way, tear tracks were revealed and are glimmering in moonlight. New tear makes its way down Hob's cheekbone. Dream wants to erase them, lick them away, to get rid of Hob's pain. Hob lets out barely hearable words, breathy whispers they are.
Only three were getting to The Waking through Hob's lips "sorry", "please" and "wait". Dream meows in sympathy.
Soon enough Hob's body gives a brief jerk, signaling Dream that Hob is waking up.
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Hob opens his eyes. He sits up and leans against the headboard. His left hand clutches the pyjama top, while the other hand the duvet. Mind's reeling from the nightmare. No longer drowning in dread, regret and sorrow.
With his eyes closed, Hob focuses on calming down his racing heart. He's aware of his chest expanding with each following breath.
Images of furious and disappointed dark eyes flash before him. "I shall take my leave of you and prove you wrong."
He squeezes his eyes and whines in despair. Dream nudges Hob's wrist. *Mreow*
Hob sharply breaths in. The cat's cool damp nose and accompanying meow startled Hob enough from his thoughts. He brings his attention to Dream and starts petting.
"Did I scare you?" He says softly, "I'm okay. Nothing's wrong, little one. Just a nightmare." Hob says, more to comfort himself than Dream. "In fact, I expected it, should've warned you." Hob laughs, his voice shaky. "My fault for scaring you like that."
The cat tilted his head at Hob, a questioning glint in his eyes.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Hob asks, only to get a mew in answer. "Was it when I said I expected having a nightmare?" Hob guesses. At that Dream gives a few quick licks to Hob's fingers. "Ah...well, I'm no stranger to nightmares." He says with an odd tone, "This particular one has been recurring since 1890s. Sometimes there are some changes, but it always ends the same." Hob speaks shrugging his shoulders with fake nonchalance. "Over 600 years is a long time to get familiar with what might influence me. This is no exception." Hob scratches Dream's chin. "I learned that any reminder of my Stranger, like Shakespeare—" he scoffs, "—or the topic of slavery is basically a guarantee for nightmares."
Hob pauses, his fingers however continue their ministrations through the cat's fur. The short silence was broken by Dream's impatient murmur.
"I hoped today would be different." The admission is quiet. So quiet that were it not nighttime it would not be heard, even by Dream. A stray tear made its way down Hob's cheek, the sight made Dream still. Hob speaks slowly, voice low, a mere whisper in the dark bedroom. "Unlike other ones, tonight it—" he clears his throat, "I thought with my Stranger coming back and admitting us friends, it wouldn't be an issue. Not anymore." There's a paw placed on his chest. "Foolish, eh?" Hob's laugh is choked with tentative, fragile hope. "Should've known better. Like flipping a switch. Nothing works like that - I know that. I just hoped that maybe this once it could?" Another tear gleams in moonlight as it runs down Hob's cheek. "Being abandoned isn't fun. And to get that reminder even if my Friend visits me? " His voice strained, "Really sounds like an unnecessary way to torment myself." Dream made a quick chirping noise.
"You know, for a while there I thought you'd be my undoing. You remind me so much of my Friend. Though between you and him, you're way more affectionate." A poor attempt at humor, but it brought a small smile on Hob's face. Though if Dream's expression is anything to go by, it truly wasn't amusing.
It's silent after that. Hob unsure whether to sleep or stay awake, but somehow still lighter after speaking about his troubles.
Dream on the other hand feels heavy with guilt and slight unease. Witnessing the results of his absence was excruciating, yet it didn't compare to the pain at the realisation of how his abrupt escape in 1889 has effected Hob.
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My writing probably went down hill. Midway through I got a writer block or sth and couldn't bring myself to finish this. TwT
Instead I wrote two following parts 5 & 6, yet I can't post them because there's unwritten part 4 standing in the way.
Oh, I almost forgot!
Merry Christmas!🎄🎅
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I got a little carried away it seems. But it's weekend. So I had time to write.
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Prompt used: Stitches, Pointless Arguments
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: Hannibal TV
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham
Tags: hurt/comfort, possible out of character, argument
Warnings: none
Word count: 315
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Hannibal and Will came back home from hunting. The air between them charged with frustration. Hannibal made his way to the bathroom to retrieve his medical kit.
"You got reckless." Hannibal claimed, opening the kit.
"How is it my fault?!" Will barks out "You were the one playing around!"
Hannibal cut away Will's shirt."You're unnecessarily rude, dear Will. I had everything in control." Will hissed when Hannibal pressed the cotton ball with rubbing alcohol to the cut. "You got impatient. While I find your restless nature indearing, I fear in the future it'll cause us more trouble." Hannibal stated.
"Don't act so innocent." Will scoffed. "As if your curiosity is any better."
Hannibal reached for the suture kit, taking a needle and thread. After successfully putting the thread through the needle's bore. "Take a deep breath in." Will does. "Good boy." He said puncturing the boy's flesh. Hannibal repeated that action until that long cut on Will's side is sewn shut.
"In fact you started it. You just had to test me or was it the pig's viciousness." Hannibal glanced at Will with unimpressed eyes. "What? I can't tell right now what your intentions were."
"Don't be childish, William. It doesn't become you." Hannibal chided, closing his kit. Then promptly stood up.
"And here I thought everything becomes me." Will snarked.
"That may be so. However you lash out your frustrations onto me; and while I tend to delight being on the receiving end of your temper; " Hannibal lifted Will's head to make their eyes meet, to let Will see his honesty. "I'd rather have you stop before you say something you know we both might come to regret."
"Of course, Doctor Lecter." He spat, stood up and went to his bedroom slamming the doors on his way.
Hannibal sighed then moved to the kitchen wondering what meal to make as a peace offering.
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Prompt used: Bite, Flashbacks
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: The Sandman
Pairing: Dream of The Endless/Hob Gadling
Characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of The Endless, random OC Patricia created just for this
Tags: hurt/comfort, possible out of character,
! Warnings ! : flashback (if I succeeded) of an ambush (though it's probably more of a subtext), blood
Word count: 1868
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New Year's Eve is coming up.
Hob has a love-hate relationship of sorts with this holiday. Well... he doesn't have anything against the holiday itself, but what it entails — fireworks.
It was the sounds that bothered him. That's also the reason for his near half-century hatred of poppers or bang snaps. Reminded him a bit too much of artillery shells bursting in the air. But after his participation in The Great War and WWII?
(However brief that one was. It got too dangerous too fast. Sue him for not wanting a part in that.)
He had found out the hard way that sudden flashes of light have joined "Hob's private party of various PTSD triggers".
He can certainly try to avoid getting triggered. But one can only go so far out of their way to do so. Been there, done that.
Because surely a notorious tendency to move out of cities around New Year's Eve is such a fantastic habit. Heading to the closest available secluded and unpopulated areas can be a nightmare. There's traffic and weather to consider, and ughh, the iced-over roads. All in all not really ideal in the long run.
Nowadays, at times like this, he opted to staying inside and listening to music or other media with his noise cancelling headphones.
He'd stay holed up in his apartment. High stock of food? — some leftovers from Christmas Dinner, but most just from his excessive grocery runs for Christmas — ✓Check.
Hob is sure to avoid any reasons to go outside. Whether he succeeds or not is a whole other thing.
He did actually pick up the habit of listening to music when outdoors. It helps. It's not foolproof, that's for certain, but if it works - it works.
Nonetheless there are moments when taking off those headphones is simply polite and right thing to do.
Like today.
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Dream had found himself on high alert the second Hob had gotten out of bed. There was a tension to him that Dream hasn't seen before. He tried his best to provide comfort for his friend, but it didn't seem to be helping much.
The entire time the air between them was charged with uncertainty and apprehension. Perhaps Hob can read him - even in cat form - like an open book. It shouldn't be surprising. After all, by their sixth meeting, in 1889, Hob already saw more than Dream had liked or let on at the time. The human hadn't even been afraid to speak his mind.
Dream witnessed how throughout the day it was getting worse. To an unobservant individual nothing would have been amiss. But Dream has known Hob longer, than any human ever could, therefore he saw those changes with no difficulty. Hob lead fewer conversations with even fewer words and little Hob-like expressiveness.
Dream lazily follows Hob's movement.
When push came to shove, it took mere seconds for Hob to cave.
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Back and forth between the fridge, the oven and the cupboards.
A melody softly escapes the immortal's lips now and again. Not unfamiliar, but Dream won't delve into its name or by whom.
After stewing the minced meat, Hob goes ahead with layering the pasta sheets, sliced cheese and prepared meat into a pyrex dish.
The oven's digital clock struck 17:53 when Hob's phone starts ringing.
"Hello?"
The response isn't audible that far from the counter Dream lies on. Scratch that, it would be hard to hear from a closer distance anyway, because Hob has earphones plugged in. Whatever it was, it was enough for Hob's shoulders to tense.
"Pat!" Hob turns to turn off the oven.
"What's wrong? You never call me." Dream lifts his head at the worried tone and is quickly approached. Shaky fingers caress his head and neck.
"Oh love," his eyes close, "do you need me to come over?"
Hob slowly opens his eyes, eyebrows raise and with a softer voice, "Do you want me to?"
The answer must be positive, because his friend says, "Take some deep breaths for me, Patts." with that placating type of smile, and "I'll be right there."
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"-bert. Rob, hello. Earth to Robbie Rob Bobby-"
Hob is shaken from his thoughts, only to be greeted by a finger poking his cheek repeatedly. His gaze flows from the finger up the arm to the shoulders and finally rest on Patricia's irritated face.
Oops.
"There you are! I've been trying to get your attention for minutes, Rob."
"Sorry, Patts. I got to lost in my thoughts again." He gives a nervous chuckle, then adds with humor "Who would've thought bloodshed is so enticing."
"Rob!" She gasps with indignation and hits him upside the head, "I don't need you to protect my honour. I can handle myself."
"I know. I know you can." He brings up his hands in an "I-mean-you-no-harm" gesture.
He clears his throat, "So...can we go through it again?"
"You know, if I wanted someone to sit around and ignore me I might as well have chosen Logan." Patricia stands up from the kitchen counter to resume pacing. "You are a fantastic guy, Robert. I need your help, so focus stays here mister."
"Full attention. Got it. No distractions." Hob nods his head and throws a sheepish smile.
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Dream settles on Hob's lap and absentmindedly listens to the conversation between Patricia and Hob. From time to time Hob's hand goes down his spine or to scratch his head. That's fine, Dream is here to offer support and comfort. No more or less at the moment.
Patricia's earnest and expressive voice introduces an unnoticeable tune. Electric hum makes for a quiet echoic bass line. Freshly put kettle on the stove awaits its solo part.
It happens some time along Patricia's second retelling - a sudden noise that puts an end to this unheard odd melody and silent calm.
Dream's attention shoots to his friend. Immediately notes the distant yet focused look in Hob's eyes. Dream, not noticing Hob scanning the place, was just about to direct that focus to him, but-
A second cracking sound slips through the open window, and with it-
Patricia gasps as Hob falls to the ground and scrambles away to a wall.
For a second there was nothing else, but Hob's heavy breathing audible.
Suddenly the kettle started to whistle and all hell broke loose.
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Hob holds his breath, strains his ears and waits.
He listens and listens. His heartbeat strong and loud within his chest. Adrenaline rushing through his blood. He scans the room for the best place to hide, the closest weapon. Just in case his ears were right.
He doesn't know how long he waits but there it is again!
He drops to the ground and swiftly crawls to the wall. Away from any door's or window's view.
His hand itches. A wooden chair's leg will suffice. He has to break it away.
Not yet.
His heart hammers in his chest. He waits ready for an opportunity to present itself.
Now!
With precise moves the wooden chair gives out with ease.
A long whistle blast, perfect. Good enough to mask that racket with.
Then he snaps his head around upon hearing a hurt yelp.
Hob for the first time acknowledges the other's presence. He sees Helen cradling her hand to her chest. Sees the blood staining her dress.
God's wounds. It's one thing to witness fellow comrades being wounded in action. Quite another when it's innocent civilians.
The sound of an opening window snaps him back to the present. He swings with force at it, anticipating someone to reach through it, to hurt them.
Except - no one did.
Fuck.
He can't go back to his waiting position, he compromised his location. He closes his eyes and inhales. He needs to think.
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Dream jumps on a stool and without hesitation bites Patricia in her left hand.
She yelps but brings her attention to the cat.
There, at least she's no longer frozen.
Dream gestures his head toward the window.
Patricia with her hand pressed to her chest, looks back and forth between Dream, Hob and the window. Like she's unsure what Dream wants her to do.
At last she approaches the window and shuts it.
So he narrows his eyes and with theatrical exaggeration snaps his jaws. A clear intent. It's not hard to understand.
Suddenly Hob takes a big swing with the leg and Patricia misses being hit by a hair.
She takes multiple steps backwards. They both see Hob freeze.
In seconds his attention is back on Patricia.
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Hob opens his eyes and turns to Helen, and whisper, "Are you okay?"
Why is there so much blood?
"Yeah..."
He doesn't see her look at him puzzled. With efficiency he tears a fragment of his shirt, approaches her and wraps Helen's hand to stop the bleeding somewhat.
"That should do it."
He grabs her other hand and drags her to the bedroom. Once there Hob makes her sit behind the closet while he, himself, guards the door. Listening and ready to defend. He calms his heart. He looks at her and puts his finger to his lips.
She nods. Good.
He closes his eyes and focuses on his hearing.
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Dream follows them close behind and stands near the sitting woman, watching closely both humans.
Minutes pass and the impromptu bandage on Patricia's hand is starting to leak. Drop by drop it adds to the main stain on her shirt, expanding it.
At some point Hob slid down the wall to the floor.
Dream in measured steps goes to Hob and decides to lie next to the immortal human's leg.
In took a few long moments, but finally Hob has opened his eyes and noticed Dream.
"Oh."
Hob lets go of the wooden leg. He groans and thumps his head on the wall behind him.
"You with us now, Robert?" Patricia speaks up shakily, unsure.
"Yep, body and mind in one place." Hob chuckles with no humor.
"You know that cat of yours is very protective of you. I have a wound to prove it." Patricia gestures at her hand. Dream narrows his eyes at the woman.
Of course I'm protective of him, he's my only friend.
Patricia lets out a thoughtful hum, "I wonder if it'll scar..."
A breathy exhale leaves Hob.
"Vicious, isn't he?" A crooked smile disappears as quickly as it appeared. Dream in response licks Hob's fingers.
"Are you alright? You gave me quite a scare there Robert. I bet your cat too."
"Hm?" Hob lifts his head, "Oh. Don't worry, I'm fine. It was a long time coming." A poor imitation of a carefree-like voice, but it still holds tention beneath. Such a simple thing betraying one's emotional state.
"If you say so." Patricia's voice is woven with doubt.
"Really, Patts. You don't have to worry."
"Ok, I believe you.",
Hob raises his eyebrow, "Okay?"
"Okay," then, "as long as you receive help... not my business."
Hob sends her a grateful smile. "Thanks."
He nods his head and takes deep breaths. Minute long silence passes.
"So listen, about your problem, I dunno if you want my advice or not. But if I were you I'd think it would be for the best if..."
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Prompt used: Tied in a Bow
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: The Sandman
Pairing: none
Characters: Desire of The Endless, Dream of The Endless, Hob Gadling
Tags: attempt at humor, possible out of character
Warnings: the f word
Word count: 486
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Hob has been preparing dinner for himself when he heard the doorbell. When he opens the door he's met with a feminine man? Or is it a masculine woman? Let's stick with a very, VERY attractive person with a really distracting red lipstick. He switches his focus elsewhere. Then his attention immediately focuses on their eyes. Hob is sure he saw gold in them a second ago.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." They spoke throwing an easy smile his way. And with a sultry voice that could make many drop to their knees upon hearing it. "May I come in?"
"Right, yes- sorry, please come in." Hob clears his throat and with a strained smile, let's them inside. "How can I be of help?"
"I just got an important call, and I must leave immediately since it seems to be an emergency...I don't have the time to hire a sitter for this little one." Gesturing to the black cat that Hob didn't notice earlier. "He tends to be peculiar about them. So I hope it won't be a bother to look after him for a while?" A wide smile on their face making them more beautiful. Hob glances at the cat, it doesn't seem pleased to be here. His eyes stray to its collar. It was black with a matching bow on the back of its neck and a tag in form of a star. Hob apparently was quiet for far too long since they spoke again. "I really don't have time to go to yet another person.." Oh God, are they pouting?
Hob clears his throat a second time to will his voice to work again. "I don't think that's gonna be a problem. But-" he was cut of by a squeal and now has an armfull of a cat. "Thank you so much for agreeing to look after Dream! I owe you one. I truly have to dash now!" They make their way to the door.
"Wait!- For how long do I-" the door slams.
"Well, it seems like it's just us now, little one. Dream - was it?" The cat glares his way, lazily moving his tail. "It suits you."
The cat huffs, drops to the floor and makes his way to his couch then procceds to lounge on it; warily looking his way. "I suppose I'm going shopping soon. Don't have anything necessary to take care of a cat, laying around here." Hob laughs from the ridiculousness of the situation. "It seems I have a cat now."
He stands in silence wondering what to do now. "Now where was I..?"
"Fuck!" Hob cried out remembering his dinner and runs to the kitchen. "No, no nonono-"
He immediately turns off the oven, then puts on protective gloves. He takes out the ruined food and puts it on the counter to cool down.
"I suppose take out will have to do." He sighs.
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Panic Attack: ✨Meowpheus✨ pt6
You Know Me:
Helping the Injured: Lucifer TV
"Let Me See.": ✨Meowpheus✨ pt5
Wordless Encouragement: ✨Meowpheus✨ pt3
Best Friends to Dating:
"What's So Funny?": ✨Meowpheus✨ pt2
Bite: ✨Meowpheus✨ pt4
Watching Them Disappear:
Stitches: Hannibal
Nightmares: ✨Meowpheus✨ pt3
Alone:
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"Don't Be Afraid.":
Forehead Kisses: The Sandman
"You Have No Idea.": ✨Meowpheus✨ pt5
Don't Make Me Laugh: ✨Meowpheus✨ pt2
Tied In a Bow: ✨Meowpheus✨ pt1
Flashbacks: ✨Meowpheus✨ pt4
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No Response:
"Please Don't Do This.": Criminal Minds
Long-lost Love:
Pointless Arguments: Hannibal
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Prompt used: "You Have No Idea", "Let Me See"
Rating: General
Fandom: The Sandman
Pairing: Dream of The Endless/Hob Gadling
Characters: Death of The Endless, Dream of The Endless, Hob Gadling
Tags: crack treated seriously, possible out of character, attempt at humor,
Warnings: none
Word count: 391
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The day after tomorrow is New Year's.
No matter how long he lived Hob finds time always seems to crawl or fly by. Turns out he's not immune to this wonky perception of time, being immortal only widens the scale.
Human lifetimes are longer compared to centuries before which Hob can't help but delight in. But lately his own lifetimes, identities seem to slip away faster and become shorter. He also got used to keeping his life split into parts, marked by the centennial meetings with his Stranger, but even that fell apart. And that's not taking in consideration they might meet up more frequently with a chance of irregularity.
Hob sighs heavily and was about to speak at Dream, when the doorbell rang. Dream lifts his head.
Hob gets up from the couch and makes his way to the door. When he opens it he's greeted with a dark skinned woman. She shoots him a quick apologetic smile. He didn't even have a chance to speak, because the brunette pushed past him inside.
"Dream there you are!" the woman exclaims, "You have no idea how worried I was! Matthew said that you were with Robert." she says sternly. "He commented it was after a talk with me. Me! I don't know why you thought it was a good idea in the first place." She points her finger as if scolding a disobedient child.
Dream seems to make himself smaller in shame. The woman kneels and continues speaking. "Now let me see what they did here.." She hummed and a second later takes off the cat's collar.
Hob's jaw practically hit the floor. Where before a cat was lying on the couch's armrest, now sits his Stranger.
"Now my part is done. I expect you to come to your senses. I'll see you in a bit little brother." She made her way out. Hob didn't pay her any mind, too disbelieving and fascinated to look away from his Friend.
He briefly notes the tension in Dream's jaw.
(Oh! He has a name! He know his Friend's name. Or not? He has called Dream "Dream" as a cat..is it his name? Still he has something by which to call his Friend. Should he even use it?)
Silence stretches as Hob's staring wide-eyed at his Friend, and Dream avoids making eye contact.
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Prompt used: "Please, don't do this."
Rating: Mature
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: none
Characters: Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan
Tags: angst, hurt, possible out of character,
! Warnings ! : suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, self-harm, depression, mention of schizophrenia, bullying and addiction
Word count: 381
Reader's discretion is advised.
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After Owen Savage case with each passing day Spencer was feeling more and more depressed. Nowadays disappointment fills him when he wakes up. He's aware taking more dilaudid is too risky (also he's afraid of triggering schizophrenia) so he reached to self-harm instead. While logically, at the back of his head, he knows neither of these options are good for him.
Reid can't help himself but to continue to try stop feeling so numb.
Telling Morgan about his childhood bullies didn't really help either. While some part of him felt relief for finally sharing what happened with someone. Memories were brought to the forefront of his mind; Along with that feeling of helplessness, embarrassment and humiliation.
And now his sitting on the bathroom floor leaned against the wall barely holding his phone. His head is throbbing yet he feels himself getting light headed. He barely hears Derek from his phone anymore.
Reid got carried away. He didn't mean to do that.
And panicked - he called Derek.
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With shaky hands Spencer pressed to call Derek.
"Morgan."
"Derek?" Spencer whimpered.
"Kid? What's going on?" Derek says worried.
"I'm sorry." he sobs "My hand was shacking, slipped an-" his throat closed and can't finish the sentence.
"Spencer, where are you?"
"Bathroom. Home." he managed to whisper his answer.
"Hey kid it's gonna be alright, okay? Just focus on my voice." Spencer let out a whine.
"Take a deep breath Spence. I'm on my way kid." Spencer tries to breath in.
"Der-"
"Shh. Just keep breathing okay? Try to calm down."
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Morgan barged into Spencer's apartment. Then made his way to the bathroom. He was met with Reid on the floor, head leaned on the shower wall. Derek already called the ambulance on his way here but it won't be here for minutes.
Derek kneeled next to almost passed out Reid, immediately putting pressure on the cuts.
"Please, don't do this to me Pretty Boy." he despaired.
Spencer groaned from the pain.
"It's gonna be alright okay kid? Just hang in there."
After a minute Spencer closed his eyes, passing out.
"Hang in there. Don't do this. Help's on the way. Hang on." Derek repeated under his nose.
When paramedics arrived, then, only then did Derek let go of Spencer.
Derek prays Spencer will get through this.
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Prompt used: Helping the Injured
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: Lucifer TV
Pairing: mention of Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar
Characters: Lucifer Morningstar, Amenadiel,
Tags: hurt/comfort, possible out of character, post-season 3 final, wing preening, canon divergence
Warnings: none
Word count: 538
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Amenadiel landed on Lucifer's balcony and went inside. Lucifer was sitting at his piano, noticing his brother's appearance promptly stopped playing. And in that moment he took a big swing of whiskey. With a scowl. Which Amenadiel ignored.
"Lucifer, my theory was correct. We do self-actualize." he exclaimed with wonder. "That's why I lost my wings and my powers - I felt guilty, I didn't feel worthy of them. And why I regained them before escorting Charlotte to the Silver City!" His smile wide with joy. "And you regained your wings and lost your Devil Face!"
"Good for you then, Brother! You got your precious wings back. You must be pleased." Lucifer's bitter tone stopped Amenadiel in his tracks.
Amenadiel's smile gradually started to disappear as he studied Lucifer closer. His brother's posture seemed tense and curled to make himself appear smaller. A mocking smile plastered on his brother's face, yet in Lucifer's eyes he could pick up uncertainty, hurt, and fear. It didn't sit well with Amenadiel. "Luci what happened?"
Lucifer stood up and made his way to the bar. Lucifer refilled the glass still tightly clutched by his hand. "Long story short the Detective knows." He grumbled taking a big sip.
That floored him. "How?"
"She saw me standing over Cain's dead body along with my Devil Face on display. Not that I noticed it came back." he scoffed. "It doesn't matter. The Detective was terrified and couldn't get away from the Devil fast enough."
Under his breath he muttered - "It's wishful thinking and idiotic to even consider she'd ever love The Devil."
When Lucifer went to lean on the counter, Amenadiel noticed a barely there flinch and a flash of discomfort in his brother's eyes.
"Something else must've happened. You're in pain Luci." He decided to prode and gage his brother's response.
Immediately his brother grew deadly still. Lucifer seemed to suddenly find the bar top interesting however his gaze was distant. His lips forming a firm straight line. And his grip on the glass nearly broke it to pieces. "It's fine." He muttered. Unconvincing. "Doesn't matter."
That won't do. "Whatever it is, brother let me help." Amenadiel softly said.
Lucifer lowered his head and with his eyes clenched. With his teeth also clenched he hissed the answer. "My wings."
Amenadiel took a sharp breath. "Show me."
A moment later Lucifer unfolded his wings. Amenadiel braced himself, but still his heart broke at the sight. His brother's glorious white wings where bloodied, his feathers missing and twisted. "A parting gift from Cain." A wry grin on his face. " I used them to protect the Detective from being gunned to bits."
"Let's bring them to their former glory. What do you think Luci?" Amenadiel shoots him a sympathetic and soft determined smile.
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After taking out over a hundred something bullets and getting rid of the blood. Amenadiel started to straighten the feathers and pulling out any loose ones.
In mere hours Lucifer's wings were wholly preened. Once again in perfect condition.
"Thank you Amenadiel. I owe you one."
"You don't owe me any favors Luci. I was happy to help." he replied then added "I'm going to Linda's. You could use her help."
"Not today brother."
With a nod, Amenadiel unfolded his wings and was gone from the penthouse.
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