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“Ranger Nakayama,” says Marshal Piandao. “I’m glad to see you made it here in one piece. Welcome to Hong Kong.”

“Um, thank you, sir,” Zuko says. “It’s an honour to be here.”

Piandao’s eyes crinkle in what Zuko recognizes as a smile. “I’d like you to meet Ranger Aang Gyatso,” he says, and inclines his head in the direction of the man standing next to him. “Your co-pilot.”

—

With the Jaeger Program nearing the end of its life, the Pan Pacific Defense Corps brings in Zuko Nakayama, ex-Jaeger pilot, as a last-ditch effort. His role is simple: to act as co-pilot for the newly restored Avatar Fury, and hopefully bring an end to the Kaiju War, once and for all.

For day 1 of @zukkaweek 2023: Modern AU.

#zukka #sokka #zuko #atla #avatar the last airbender #dickpuncherwrites #pacrim au #zukka week #zukka week 2023 #nobody look at me i posted this to the wrong blog beforehand sdfjsjksl

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Ohhhhh "hate fucking" for the WIP ask game??

lmao i started writing this on a whim a few weeks back cause i desperately needed some zukka hate fucking in my life. atp it's kind of just a messy collection of half-finished snippets and lines, but i Do have some semblance of an outline and/or plot written out. bit of a low priority project atm tho, i'm trying to focus any writing energy i have left after school stuff on my pacrim au

Zuko shows up fifteen minutes late, just because he knows it’ll piss Sokka off. Sokka opens the door shirtless and with a scowl on his face. “You’re late,” he says, predictably. Zuko crosses his arms and scowls right back, to disguise the way his stomach swoops at the sight of Sokka’s bare skin. “You’re not the one who had to drag your ass halfway across the Middle Ring on a Thursday night,” he snipes back. “You could be a little more grateful.” “Don’t you have a car?” “Azula took it. Are you going to let me in or not?” Sokka rolls his eyes, but removes his arm from where he’s barring the doorway to let Zuko through. The second he’s crossed the threshold, the door slams shut behind him, and then Sokka’s hands are on his waist and he’s being backed into the nearest wall. Zuko grunts and knocks Sokka’s hands away, annoyance and arousal flaring up in his gut at the contact. “Can you at least give me a second to take my shoes off?” he snaps. “Who the fuck raised you?” “I texted you almost an hour ago,” Sokka says. He leans in again, bracing his hands against the wall to box Zuko in, his breath hot and stifling on Zuko’s cheek. “You’re the one who kept me waiting.” “You know, I don’t have to be here,” Zuko points out. “I can just leave.” Sokka draws back, his eyes narrowing. Zuko juts his chin out and holds his gaze, a clear challenge. They both know he won’t do that. It’s always just a matter of seeing who will break first.

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it's six sentence smonday!

tagged by: @ranilla-bean thank u ranaaaa <3

rules: post 6 sentences of an unfinished work and tag 6 people

Sokka lets out a breath and sits back in his chair, cracking his knuckles; his back presses against Zuko’s fingers, and Zuko can feel the warmth of him through his shirt. “Well, yes and no,” he says. “The sensors pick up visuals, yeah, but it’s much more than that—there’s also water displacement, temperature, radiation, blah blah blah, I won’t bore you with the details. Anyways, I can interpret all those readings,” he waves to a series of numbers and diagrams on the screen that mean absolutely nothing to Zuko, “and put them together with the footage to make some…we’ll call them educated conjectures.” “Educated conjectures,” Zuko repeats, eyebrow raised. That just sounds like a fancy way to say guessing.

tagging: ough i feel like everyone i know has already been tagged lmao ummm @dameferre @maangoes @ayur1n @patlachuia @mugentakeda @anodymalion go wild!

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Zukka Week - Blue Spirit! sorry i ran when i read this one

ooh okay i've definitely talked abt this one before, because i started it back in (checks notes) 2019 lmao. i still like the concept a lot so i haven't completely scrapped it yet, but i doubt it'll ever actually get written. sadly

the gist of it is: sokka buys a wolf mask in ba sing se and, feeling restless and frustrated, starts taking up vigilante work during the night. until one night he runs into the blue spirit, and from there they form a sort of uneasy alliance, which eventually turns into a proper partnership, and the two of them become vigilante buddies, teaming up together to fight crime :)

Sokka glances back over at the others, still in a deep sleep across the room. Toph is snoring loud enough to wake the dead, and Aang and Katara are—gross—spooning each other. If he leaves now, and is back before sunrise, they probably won’t even realize he was gone… He makes up his mind. Tying the straps of the mask comes naturally, like it’s something that he’s been doing his whole life. Then he tiptoes around the room, pulling on his clothes, trying to be as quiet as possible. He grabs a nondescript cloak, courtesy of the Earth Kingdom’s hospitality, to ward off the night chill, and, after a moment of deliberation, grabs his boomerang, too. As he makes his way to the front door, he catches sight of himself in the mirror and almost snorts. He looks like a criminal, dressed in all black like this, his boomerang slung over one shoulder and a wolf mask covering half of his face. Sokka bares his teeth at himself in the mirror, and then chuckles quietly, pleased. The mask really is perfect. With one final look back towards his slumbering friends, Sokka slips silently out the door, unnoticed.

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pacrim au ch_2 for the wip game….. i am totally normal and collected and not frothing and gnashing like a feral animal <33

heehee hi ash :3

“—any insight on the kaiju, Sokka?” says Hakoda. To Zuko’s surprise, Sokka is indeed there, sitting half-hidden behind a veritable wall of holographic screens. He glances briefly up at Zuko as he approaches, before turning his attention back to the screens in front of him. “It’s big. Not the biggest we’ve ever seen, but close,” he says. He flicks quickly through a series of grainy images: the kaiju, captured by the sensors ringing the Breach as it emerged. “Hexapod, by the looks of it, but I don’t think it uses the smaller set of arms for movement. They’ll have to stay away from those—I’d say they’re used for close range grappling more than anything.” A few taps on the keyboard, and the screens flicker and shift to a different interface. “Definitely more suited to fighting on land than in the water, so we’ll have to make sure it doesn’t make landfall. And it seems…pretty agile, but it’s hard to get a read on its speed without the satellite feedback. I propose codename—” “Hei Bai,” Piandao interrupts, and Sokka slumps back in his seat, pouting. “Aw, come on, I’m still not allowed to name them? That’s such a boring name. How about—” “Hei Bai,” Piandao repeats, more firmly. Sokka sighs. “Fine. Codename: Hei Bai.”

the way that i thought i'd have this chapter finished in like....june. woopsies!

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what the fuck. gay little zuko

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prompt: zukka helping each other feel less homesick🥺

Zuko finds him out on the roof.

There’s the familiar creak of the window swinging open, and Sokka tilts his head just enough to watch Zuko climb carefully through. He’s dressed in a simple tunic and pants, nothing like his ornate Fire Lord robes that he usually wears around the palace, and it makes him look—younger. Boyish.

It’s easy to forget, sometimes, that they’re still barely adults. Barely even men.

“Hi,” Sokka says.

“Hi.” Zuko makes his way over to Sokka in a crouch, careful not to slip on the sloped tiles, and settles down onto his back next to him.

“Are you following me?”

“Um, maybe.” Zuko sounds embarrassed. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No.” Sokka turns away from Zuko’s profile, focuses back on the stars above. “You can stay. You might get bored, though.”

“That’s okay.” There’s a rustle as Zuko shifts; Sokka feels the brush of his tunic against his arm. “What are you doing?”

Sokka lifts one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Nothing, really. Stargazing, I guess.” He hesitates, chews at his lip. When he glances over, he finds Zuko watching him—not with any sort of expectation in his eyes, but with a patience that Sokka never would have thought him capable of a few years ago. It makes that hollow feeling, that constant ache in his chest, ease for just a moment, and—it’s still hard to admit, even after all this time, but he finds that the words come more easily than he expects.

“I, uh, my mom used to take me out to look at the stars, whenever I was upset. We’d go over all the constellations together until I felt better.” He pauses and clears his throat. “I, uh. I thought it might help, if I tried the same thing here. Didn’t really work the last couple of times, but. You never know.”

They’re silent for a few moments, until Zuko says, his voice quiet, “I didn’t know you were feeling upset.”

Sokka has to blink a few times at that, to clear the sudden stinging in his eyes. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just homesick.”

“Homesick,” Zuko echoes. “I know the feeling.”

Sokka cuts his gaze over to him, confused, but then—ah. Yeah. Three years spent at sea, desperately trying to prove himself so that he could finally return home.

“We navigated using the stars a lot,” Zuko says. “I know that the constellations are different here than they are in the Southern Water Tribe.”

Sokka nods mutely. That’s part of the reason why coming out here hasn’t really helped, despite his best efforts. No matter how hard he looks at the night sky, trying to decipher the patterns in the stars, none of them are familiar to him. The memory of his mother’s hand on his, guiding his finger as he traced the shape of the snow hares racing each other through the stars, is so faint that he fears that one day he’ll wake up and it’ll just be gone, forever.

“I can teach them to you, if you like,” Zuko offers.

Sokka blinks. “What?”

“The constellations. I can teach them to you,” Zuko says. He suddenly sounds very unsure of himself. “Unless—unless you don’t want me to. It’s fine if you don’t.”

“No, I—I do.” Sokka reaches a hand out, touches the edge of Zuko’s sleeve with his fingertips. “That would be—yeah. Thank you.”

And so Zuko walks him through the constellations, with the quiet confidence of someone who’s been doing this for years. There’s the Sun Warrior, with his long phoenix-tail, and the twin dragons circling each other in a never-ending dance. The fox spirit, and the tiger-ox, and the procession of Agni’s followers that trail him across the night sky. Zuko reaches out and gently grasps Sokka’s wrist, guides his hand through the unfamiliar patterns—and, slowly, steadily, with every quiet murmured explanation, that familiar ache in his chest begins to fade.

#zukka #atla #dickpuncherwrites #anonymous #ask #this one can technically be counted as a snippet from my ambassador sokka fic (which i have still yet to write) #thank u for the prompt! i rlly liked this one

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Zuko stops Sokka with a hand to his chest before they can get too carried away. Sokka blinks slowly, a little dazed in the way that he always gets after kissing Zuko, and tries to find his bearings. Zuko’s mouth, lips wet and shining in the afternoon sun, is an unfortunate distraction.

“I thought you were supposed to be teaching me how to skateboard,” Zuko murmurs, amusement colouring his voice.

Sokka sways forward. “I can multitask.”

—

Being with Zuko is even better than Sokka could have ever imagined.

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prompt: person A goes to wake up person B. They unconsciously pull in A into the bed

Even when they’re on vacation, Zuko is incapable of sleeping in past the sunrise.

The sun rises earlier in Ba Sing Se than it does back home in Caldera, and sets later, too. It should bother him, probably, that he gets less sleep because of it, but he only feels more energized, invigorated by the long hours of sunlight that seems to seep into his very bones. He makes the most of it in the early morning, sitting out on the balcony for his daily meditation as he listens to the sounds of the city slowly stirring to life below.

He sits and meditates until the smell of fresh baked bread, wafting over from the bakery just down the street, becomes too much to bear, and then he rises and dresses in a simple robe to fetch breakfast. Sokka is still sleeping soundly in bed, completely dead to the world around him, and Zuko takes a second to watch him, unable to resist the fond smile that curves his lips, before heading out the door.

When he returns, a paper bag filled with steamed buns in hand, Sokka is just beginning to stir, no doubt awakened by the smell of fresh food. Zuko drops the bag onto the low table in the middle of the room, and then goes over to rouse him.

“Sokka,” he murmurs, shaking him gently by the shoulder.

“Mm.” Sokka shifts, eyes still closed as his face pulls into a sleepy frown.

Zuko huffs, amused, and tries again. “Sokka, love, wake up. I brought breakfast.”

That gets his attention. “Breakfast?” Sokka cracks one eye open and stares blearily up at Zuko. It’s terribly cute. “Whad’you get?”

“Pork buns. And I can make tea, too.”

“Mm.” Sokka closes his eyes again and rolls back over. “Five more minutes.”

Zuko sighs and rolls his eyes. “Sokka, come on. We’re supposed to meet my uncle soon, you need to get up.”

He reaches out to tug the covers down, but Sokka’s hand whips out, lightning fast, and grabs him by the wrist.

“No,” Sokka whines. He readjusts his grip and then yanks, and suddenly Zuko is pitching forward, face-first, into the mattress. He lands with a muffled oof, and before he has the chance to reorient himself, strong arms are wrapping around his shoulders and dragging him forward. He ends up with his face smushed into Sokka’s bare chest, arms pinned at his sides and his legs hanging awkwardly off the side of the bed.

“Five more minutes,” Sokka mumbles, already sounding like he’s halfway back to sleep.

Zuko sighs. He really needs to learn how to say no to this man—but that’s a problem for another day.

“Fine,” he says, and readjusts so that he’s curled against Sokka’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart beneath his cheek. He wraps an arm around Sokka’s waist and closes his eyes. “Five more minutes.”

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“sleep” “hug” “arm” or “wrap”

sleep

“Mm. Head hurts.” Zuko presses his nose against Sokka’s neck and inhales, breathing in his familiar scent. It’s comforting, and Zuko wants nothing more than to fall into bed with Sokka wrapped around him and sleep until the sun is already high in the sky. It’s not realistic, of course, but it’s a nice thought all the same.

hug

I wish I could have come with Aang to see you. I know it’s for Official Avatar Business or whatever, and I need to stay here to keep the city from self-destructing, but still. It would’ve been nice. I told him to give you lots of hugs and make a lot of puns to make up for it. I also told him I’d shave off his eyebrows if he told you about the Air Scooter Incident, so. You know. Make sure he doesn’t do that. Oh, also I gave him something to give to you. I hope you like it.

arm

“Tui and La, you are so ridiculous,” Sokka says, uncrossing his arms. “What did I do to deserve you?”

wrap

Katara doesn’t say a word as he clutches at her dress, dampening her shoulder with his tears—she just wraps her arms around him and lets him cry.

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hi ambre my love for writing prompts can i get uhhhhhh fairground ferris wheel zukka

As the Fire Lord, it’s rare that Zuko finds enough time to travel, especially at this time of year. But the spirits must have been feeling especially generous lately, because this is the longest he’s ever gone without an assassination attempt, his council has been uncharacteristically agreeable, and all of his current projects are moving smoothly along, without the need for his supervision—meaning that he’s free to take some time off, for once in his life, and finally experience this Glacier Spirits Festival that Sokka has told him so much about.

Sokka and Izumi have already been down in the Southern Water Tribe for a while, ever since Izumi started suddenly bending the tea out of their cups at breakfast one day, and they’re the first ones to greet him when his airship touches down on the outskirts of town. Izumi makes a face when Sokka pulls him in for a kiss—she’s getting to that age where everything her dads does embarrasses her—but then tugs insistently at Zuko’s robes until he reaches down to pick her up.

“Oof.” Zuko groans as he settles her onto his hip. “You’re getting a bit too big for this, ‘Zumi.”

Izumi pouts at him, her golden eyes big and imploring. “But Daddy does it all the time, and he never says I’m too big.”

“Does he now?” Zuko shoots Sokka a look, and Sokka grins sheepishly and shrugs. They’re going to have a talk about that later—he’s well aware that Izumi has the both of them wrapped around her little finger, but that doesn’t mean they can’t learn to tell her no sometimes.

He sets Izumi down after placing a kiss to the top of her head, and she holds his hand and chatters excitedly the whole way back to the house. Auntie ‘Tara has been teaching her some very basic waterbending control, mostly to keep her from getting into any future accidents—even Azula didn’t start learning actual bending techniques until she was six years old.

With the festival starting tomorrow, booths and attractions have been set up all over the centre of town, and Izumi eagerly points them out as they walk past. Zuko can practically feel the tension easing out of his shoulders by the minute—he doesn’t realize how much the crown weighs him down until he’s finally free of it, and now, with it safely stored in his rooms all the way back in the Fire Nation, he feels lighter than he has in ages.

Dinner is a quiet, simple affair. Sokka nabs the stewed sea prunes that Izumi has pushed to the sides of her bowl, and laughs at the face that Zuko makes when he bites down into one by accident. Even after all these years, he’s never quite been able to get used to the taste; never had to, really, since Sokka would always steal his right out of his bowl whenever he came to visit.

They put Izumi to bed once she starts nodding off in her seat, and then spend a few more hours talking quietly, curled up together next to the hearth. Zuko heats his hands and massages Sokka’s leg without being asked—the break is old and fully healed, but Zuko knows that the cold still gets to it sometimes—and Sokka sinks back into his furs with a grateful groan.

“You’re the best husband ever, you know that?”

“Mhm,” Zuko says, smiling. “You could stand to say it more often, though.”

They’re awoken in the morning—or what passes for the morning, this close to the solstice—by Izumi, who leaps onto their bed, squealing about the festival. She barely gives them time to eat breakfast before she’s ushering them out the door, one hand clasped in each of her fathers’ hands, dragging them along as fast as her little legs will go.

Zuko catches Sokka’s eye as they walk and grins. He can’t help it—Izumi’s excitement is infectious.

She totes them along as they go from booth to booth, trying out the fried eel-squid here, admiring the beadwork of a young vendor there. At one of the game stands, Sokka wins her a stuffed sky bison plushie, which she immediately names Baby Appa—or Bappa, for short. Zuko complains that it sounds too much like Baba, and Sokka just laughs and wins him one too, if only to shut him up.

There’s something comforting about the anonymity of the festival. Here, he’s not the Fire Lord. Here, he’s just a man, enjoying the Glacier Spirits Festival with his family, just like any regular person. He’s not the only foreigner, either: in the years since the end of the war, the festival has expanded enough that people from beyond the Water Tribes have become regular visitors as well. Nobody even spares Zuko, with his pale skin and mottled scar, a second glance—especially not when his hair has been braided back like this, in a traditional Water Tribe style.

Zuko doesn’t often regret being the Fire Lord, at least not anymore. Sure, it’s tedious and tiring and stressful, but he’s always proud of his work, and there isn’t a single person in the world that he would rather have take his place.

It’s at times like this, though—with Sokka’s hand in his, and Izumi bounding ahead to marvel at the ferris wheel that towers over the rest of the town—that he wishes he could leave all the pomp and circumstance behind and just be Zuko.

Izumi waves them over, practically vibrating with excitement, and begs them for a ride on the ferris wheel. Unable to deny her anything, Zuko dutifully hands over a few copper pieces to the operator, and the next thing he knows they’re being strapped into the strange metal contraption, Izumi safely wedged between him and Sokka.

Snowflakes begin to fall as they wait for the rest of the seats to be filled. Izumi kicks her feet excitedly, eyes wide, and sticks her tongue out in an attempt to catch a few. Zuko laughs and joins her, and he’s so intent on his snowflake-catching that the sudden jolt of the ferris wheel kicking into motion catches him off guard, and he yelps and clutches at Sokka’s arm.

“Scared?” Sokka teases, and Zuko gives him a half-hearted smack.

“Are you scared, Baba?” Izumi says, adorably earnest in the way that small children are. “You can hold my hand.” She holds out a small gloved hand, and Zuko smiles at her and takes it, wondering if she can sense the way it feels like his heart is melting in his chest. He can feel people’s inner fire—surely waterbenders must be able to do something similar?

“Thank you, ‘Zumi,” he says, and she beams.

The ferris wheel creaks and groans as it carries them up, and back down, and back up again. Sokka assures them that it’s perfectly safe—he’d looked over the plans and supervised its assembly himself—and Zuko finds himself relaxing into the motion of it, chuckling at the way Izumi’s eyes go wide whenever they reach the top of its cycle.

Eventually, the ferris wheel slows and shudders to a stop—and it’s just their luck that they happen to be sitting at the very top of it when it does. Like this, they have the entire town spread out before them, with all its lights and colours and the crowds of people milling about. It makes Zuko feel strangely small, but small in that way that he likes, in the way that makes him feel like just Zuko.

And maybe it’s only temporary, but—he glances over at Sokka, at Izumi, both staring down at the world below with wonder in their eyes—he thinks he can let himself enjoy being just Zuko, just for a bit.

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And then the countries start filing out onto the stage, one by one. And then it’s their turn to step out of the tunnel, into the heart of the National Stadium, into the blinding lights and the deafening cheers and the music that pounds into every bone in his body. And then it finally hits him.

He’s here.

—

Sokka is twenty-two years old when he qualifies for the Olympics.

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Zuko sniffs and averts his gaze. “You’re being really mean to me right now, you know.”

“Yeah, and?" Sokka says. "You were mean to me earlier.”

“It’s my birthday,” Zuko points out. “You have to be nice to me.”

—

In their defence, the party really was very boring.

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“I love you, Sokka,” Zuko says, and his voice breaks. “I miss you. I think about you all the time. You—you’re—”

He brings his hands up, slowly, as if he’s approaching a wild animal, and gently cradles Sokka’s face. Sokka watches him warily, his entire body strung tight as a bowstring, but doesn’t pull away.

“You’re everything to me,” Zuko whispers, reverent, a prayer murmured into the quiet space between them.

A tear leaks out of Sokka’s eyes, and then another, dripping onto Zuko’s fingers. Sokka heaves out a shuddering breath and squeezes his eyes shut, one hand coming up to loosely wrap around Zuko’s wrist.

“I love you,” Zuko repeats. He wipes a tear away with his thumb, and Sokka tilts his face into his touch. “I love you, Sokka. Only you. There’s nobody else for me.”

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olympics au snippet

Zuko skates over to stand next to Sokka, and Sokka feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “How about we start with you loosening up a bit. You look like someone could snap you in half like a toothpick.” He gently takes Sokka’s hands and brings them up to shoulder-level, one extended out in front and the other out to the side. “Relax your shoulders.”

Sokka immediately tenses up. “They are relaxed!”

“No, they’re not. Stop being so stiff.” Zuko presses down on Sokka’s shoulders, and Sokka drops them. Zuko makes an exasperated noise and hikes them back up a little bit. “No, not that much. Stop, you look like a turtle. Figure skating is about looking good, and you’re not going to look good if you’re so tensed up that we can’t even see your neck.”

“A-ha!” Sokka exclaims, turning his head to look at him. Zuko freezes under his stare. “So you admit that figure skating is just about looking pretty.”

Zuko glares at him. “That’s one part of it. It’s also about balance, and coordination, and doing incredibly dangerous stunts.”

“Alright, then. So, what do I gotta do to look pretty?”

“Well, first of all, relax.” Zuko presses down on Sokka’s shoulders again, and Sokka does his best to relax them a little bit, but not too much. “And then, um, I don’t know. Pretend you’re like a prince, or something. Something fancy.”

“Ooh, is that what you do? Pretend you’re a prince?” Sokka laughs, and he grins teasingly at Zuko. “Prince Zuko.”

Zuko’s face goes red. “Fuck off.”

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They float in silence for a little longer, letting the current carry them farther out into the water. Zuko tries not to stare too obviously at the way the moonlight slants across Sokka’s glistening skin, the way he seems to almost glow in the night.

“Okay, I’m gonna let you go now,” Sokka says. “You ready?”

—

Once every two weeks, Sokka teaches Zuko how to swim.

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