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[violettduchess]

A/N: Better late than never! Not a request, just my imagining what these lovely suitors would be like with an infant that wakes up crying 💜

CW: babies, breastfeeding

Suitors x female reader

WC: 2045

A cry rings out through a peaceful summer night at the palace.

It is small, but powerful.

And very, very insistent. 

Leon

A light sleeper by nature, he gets up, murmuring for you to try and keep sleeping when he notices you stirring too. "I'll see what I can do for the little peanut." He crosses the room to the white bassinet with its pale pink ruffles, a gift from Uncle Yves. Inside his infant daughter is fussing. Tiny fists are clenching and unclenching as her small head turns fitfully left and right.

“Ah, c’mere sweetheart,” he says, voice still rough with sleep as he lifts her gently, laying her against his bare shoulder. One large hand rubs her back as he walks the length of the room, her tiny cheek warm as a spot of sunshine against his shoulder.

“I can take her–” you start to say as you push yourself upright in the bed, but he shakes his head, holding up a finger.

“I think we’ve got this handled, love. Take a look.” He walks over to your side of the bed, his hand still gently stroking the baby’s back. Her tiny head with its halo of black hair rests against him and is still. Not able to see her face, he turns sideways, giving you the sweetest view of your handsome, bare-chested husband holding your daughter close, her small face now relaxed again in sleep. Her father’s warmth was enough to solve whatever problem had woken her and she's drifted back off to the soft, hazy world of baby dreams.

You smile, feeling the way your heart expands, a paradox: never has it been so full of love and yet so very, very light.

Clavis

He wakes up immediately at his son’s first cry and is out of bed before the sound can even penetrate your deep sleep. He knows how often you get up, how often you are the only one who can satisfy your son’s voracious demands for food but Clavis has told himself that the little tyrant's demands that don't require milk, he will take care of himself. You, his dearest of dears, need as much sleep as you can get.

He bends down over the baby’s cradle, brushing back the boy’s angel-soft hair, the same twilight shade as his. “So noisy at such a late hour. My my. This won’t do.” Carefully he scoops up his son, adjusting his pajamas and then his hand freezes. 

“Oh dear. I think I see why you’re so upset, little Lelouch.” The baby continues to whimper, little cries that, although Clavis knows they are harmless, still feel like they are stabbing right into the center of his tender heart. He never wants to hear his child in distress.

Reaching up, he turns the small knob on the lamp above the dresser where you have all of the baby’s changing things neatly laid out. His son squeaks out little sounds of agitation. “I’ve got you, don't worry. Papa's got you, always and--my goodness, how does such a tiny body produce this much liquid?” He talks, his words soft and almost sing-song as he changes his son’s pajamas and diaper with practiced hands. The baby, now removed of his damp clothing, stops whimpering, instead blinking up at his father with wide golden eyes.

“There has got to be a better solution to this than soaking all those linen diapers,” he mutters as he carefully slides chubby legs into fresh little stockings. “I bet I could invent something that might absorb all your perfectly healthy but still oh so stinky messes much better.” The baby kicks his legs and waves his arms, as if cheering in agreement and Clavis laughs softly, lifting his son back into his arms. “You agree with Papa? You think I can do that? Of course you do.” 

He walks back to the cradle, turning his head to place a gentle kiss to the apple of his son’s plump cheek. He could hold him in his arms forever, never tiring of that infant smell, that the feel of his warm little body so trusting and sweet against him. 

He pauses in front of the cradle. “Hmm….I know. Let’s go on a little nocturnal journey down the hall while talking through some chemicals and their rates of absorption. I bet you’ll be a perfectly delightful assistant.”

Jin

Both you and Jin yawn, sleepily rubbing at your eyes as your daughter’s cries fill the bedroom. One glance at the time and he sighs, reaching over to tenderly touch your cheek with the back of his hand. “She’s on time, our little one,” he murmurs in his deep voice even as you are pushing yourself up with one hand and already unbuttoning your nightgown with the other.

He gets up, walking over to the crib where the infant is crying, her shock of brownish hair standing up in every direction. “Mommy’s already getting ready for you, princess,” he says as he reaches down and lifts her. She’s so small in his large hands. He walks back to bed, murmuring soft little shushing noises, and then carefully hands her over to you. You help her find the right position and then sigh when she begins to nurse, her cries immediately quieted. Glancing up, you find Jin sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you both with a curiously thoughtful expression.

“What is it?” 

He watches you a moment, then shakes his head, a sheepish grin on his handsome face. “It’s just….I’ve always liked that particular body part.” You snort, running your fingers over your baby’s fine chestnut hair. “That’s an understatement.” He chuckles, shrugging before continuing his thought. “Yeah well…it’s just…I think….now that I see ‘em being used to feed our little girl….I think….I think I actually like them MORE now.”

You can’t help it. You start giggling, a burst of yellow happiness that colors the gray exhaustion of new parenthood. “God, I love you.” You crook a finger at him and he matches your smile as he climbs back into bed and leans close to you. You place a kiss on his chiseled cheekbone, warm and affectionate. A sigh born of tender happiness is his answer, along with the words, “I love you too.”

Silvio

“Stay in bed. I’ll go.” He’s up, striding across the bedroom to the bassinet before you can even finish rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Aye, piccolino, sono qui.” He reaches down, running a hand over the restless infant's back. But no soothing words or pets seem to be enough. He lifts the baby carefully, still in that new stage of fatherhood where a baby feels like the most fragile thing in the world.

You watch your two pale-haired men, frowning slightly as the littlest one continues to fuss. "He can't be hungry again, can he?" You have just finished feeding him until he fell into a milk-drunk state of blissful sleep, his body heavy and warm, not thirty minutes ago. He had been sleeping so soundly that hope for more than an hour of sleep at one time had risen in your heart.

Silvio lays the baby against his shoulder. His hands are bare, with only his simple gold wedding band left on his elegant fingers. Every other piece of jewelry has been removed for the sake of his child. Necklaces would get in the way of his son sleeping on his bare chest. Earrings might hinder his ability to press his cheek against his fine, moonlight-spun hair. 

"Ain't no baby in the world that could eat again after all that milk." He inclines his head towards his son. "Listen to you, cucciolo. All that growling." He rubs his small back in soothing circles. And then the most extraordinary thing happens: the tiny prince lets out the most raucous of burps. The kind that sends a quake through his little body.

"Dio mio," his father mutters, blue eyes wide as he looks down at his son. You grin through your sleepiness. "Here I thought only his grumbling was like his father." 

Gilbert

His daughter's cry shatters the night's peace in an instant. Both you and Gilbert wake up immediately, but he's quicker than you, throwing back the covers and crossing the room to the cradle carved from darkest walnut. 

He spots the problem immediately. At some point during the night she had kicked her blanket to the end of her cradle where it lies bunched up and useless. Her socks are nowhere to be seen, a display of her magician-like talent for making them disappear. He reaches down and sure enough, her tiny feet are like ice blocks.

"Always the same thing with you, oder Mäuschen? What have socks ever done to you?” He lifts her from her cradle, tucking her securely into the crook of his arm as he makes his way over to the dresser that has been designated hers. You reach across the bed, turning on the lamp that sits on his nightstand and he glances at you over his shoulder, eyes bright with appreciation. “Thank you, Häschen.” Now he can see better, his fingers trailing over the tiny rolled up socks and tights. When the baby makes a small cooing sound, he stops. “These?” He pulls out a pair of soft black tights embroidered with mini red roses. “Ahh a good choice.”

He hums as he walks over to the changing table, the sound soft and soothing, the gentle rush of a river through the night. As he carefully changes her diaper and then works her plump little legs into the tights, humming gives way to him singing. "Der Mond ist aufgegangen…"

She is curious, all thoughts of crying gone, watchful crimson eyes blinking as she keeps her gaze on the source of the calming sound. “Fertig,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to the soles of her now covered feet. "All done." Then he lifts her, carrying her not to her cradle but back to the bed. He slides in, leaning back against the support of the many bed pillows, settling in. Her eyes are already closing as she snuggles in close against his chest.

You watch them both with a smile as tender as the moon’s joy in the stars.

Chevalier

The man who took an army to wake up is on his feet in an instant. He is silent as he crosses the room, leaning down to check on his crying daughter, her pale head of blond hair gleaming silver in the moonlight. He carefully lifts her from the bassinet, marveling in the back of his mind at how very small she is.

He glances back to the bed where you are still deeply asleep. “Your mother is exhausted from all your demands.” He wouldn’t usually condone speaking to a baby as they are incapable of understanding but he’s found that she calms down when she hears his voice. Even now her whimpering stops, her tiny cheek resting on the soft linen of his shirt. She’s gone very still, as if truly listening to his words. “You’ve eaten twenty minutes ago. We can eliminate hunger. Your bottom is….” He pats it gently, checking. “...perfectly dry. The room is neither too hot nor too cold.” He wraps his hands around her feet. She’s still wearing her white socks trimmed with yellow lace. “Your feet are adequately covered.” He tips his head back to look down at her. Her perfect, tiny fingers are curled into his shirt and her body feels heavy, drowsy with sleep. 

She attempts to turn her head, burying her face in his shoulder and he reaches up, helping her, running his strong fingers over her downy hair when she has found a position that is comfortable. Chevalier walks over to the white wooden rocking chair you have positioned by the window and lowers himself into it.

“You simply wanted to be held, didn’t you?” A heavy, stuttering sigh leaves her small body, almost as if in answer to her father’s line of questioning. He cups her head with his hand, tilting his face down to place a soft kiss on her hair. “I’ll comply, little one.” He settles into the chair and begins rocking gently back and forth, father and daughter, bathed in loving, silvery moonlight.

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[ikeromantic]

His Touch

How the IkePri guys show affection through touches . . . headcanon ofc.

Chevalier

His touch is sure and possessive. There is a false confidence in his rough handling. He knows he lacks practice and a gentle hand, but this does not deter him. He will learn you until his touch is the only thing you crave. Until his hands memorize the map of your body, and his lips have claimed every peak and valley.

Clavis

Playful, progressive, experimental . . . Clavis' touch is all that and more. You are the material and the result, a means and an end. He loves to toy with you, his touches carnal and teasing. Adventurous. There is never a dull moment. And the more he tries, the more he wants to try. He will push the boundaries of pleasure and find new ways to make you sigh or scream.

Nokto

He touches you with practised hands. A man that calculates the value and impact of every touch. Nokto knows you in ways you do not know yourself. Despite the depth and breadth of his knowledge, love is new to him. And so, even with all his experience, he is often surprised. Not by your reaction, but his own.

Luke

His touch is unpracticed but confident. A simple certainty, both gentle and protective. Though his size makes him sometimes cautious, he trusts himself with you. He is encompassing in his affection, and even the lightest caress will often lead to being hugged, lifted, held. He wants to hold you close, all of you to all of him.

Leon

His touch is passionate and sweet. A burst of fire that warms without burning. He values every brush of his skin against yours. Holding hands under the table, letting his knee rest against your leg, a kiss on the cheek in passing. Leon is unreserved in his affection and it shows in the way he reaches for you.

Jin

Jin's touch is the essence of adoration and desire. Though he is an experienced lover, his previous encounters were practical, a pleasurable transaction. In short, nothing like the love he shares with you. This shows in the intimacy he shares. From his possessive arm around your waist to the less-than-chaste kiss goodbye before he goes about his business. If he could, he would never let go.

Yves

His touch is that of an artist with his most valued treasure. Gentle yet desperate, eager to hold and love. You are his favorite thing. He wants to show you off, his arm linked in yours, a partner. He wants to treat you with gifts and treats, his touch joyful and creative. He wants to be the only one you see, greedy and wracked with desire.

Licht

He touches you with a sense of awe. You are the unexpected future. A world he did not believe existed for him. He lives in you, through you, beside you. His touch is almost worshipful. When you are with him, anything is possible. His touch is a fevered need to know you are there. That you will always be there. And to remind you that he is still here, because of you.

Sariel

His touch is the devil's. Wicked and wonderful, a lover with experience. Disciplined and cool, he keeps his passionate side well hidden in public view. From the outside, it would be easy to dismiss the brush of a kiss to your cheek, the hand on your back, the momentary press of his side to yours. But these are all promises of more, when the moment is right. In private, he is still disciplined but far from cool. His love is a flame that burns and warms.

Rio

There is only one word for his touch. Devotion. All of him is yours. Every touch is a surrender to you, and a claim. What you take, you give. He wants to be everything for you. A caretaker. Protector. Friend. Lover. Confidant. His hand on your shoulder, his lips to your ear, his eyes always on you.

Keith

Keith's touch is cautious, at times reserved. You are a precious creature, a wonder that he is only beginning to explore. Even after years together, there is a sense of wonder in him at every kiss and embrace. He is exultant and protective, his fingers twined with yours. His kisses always begin gently, but may not end that way. His touch is kind, unpracticed, authentic and genuine and overflowing with love.

Wicked Keith

His touch is playful, taunting you with unexpected sensations. The sharp nip of his teeth, the caress of his tongue instead of a chaste kiss. He thrills with your reactions, and always seeks some new way to excite you. His hands are possessive, and whenever possible, he will hold onto you. He is fierce and wild, a proud creature that has claimed you for his own, and this shows in everything he does - from the way his hand settles around your shoulders to the press of his lips to yours.

Silvio

Silvio is a practiced lover, a man of wealth and experience. His touch is an adventure, an exploration of you. You are his discovery, a strange and lovely creature that passed his careful defenses and now that you are within the walls of his heart, he will never let you go. While his words are sometimes brash, his touch never is. He is a thoughtful lover, an affectionate friend. His hand rests on the small of your back, or holds your hand as if you were a delicate flower he is afraid he might crush. His kiss is like the ocean, calm upon the surface and churning with deep currents beneath.

Gilbert

His touch is that of the conqueror, one that revels in the delight of what he unexpectedly won. Possessive, an arrogance that belies the desperation and uncertainty beneath. A lonely creature that has found you, and will never let you go. You are both the entertainment and the entertained. In possessing you, he is possessed. His touch is needy, hungry, and eager, though he would never admit it. His kisses are fevered passion hidden behind a calculating veneer.

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[nuttytani]

random comte headcanons

he likes it when you're the one who initiates physical affection like hugs, hand holding and kisses. it makes him melt like icecream on a hot day, it turns him into a giddy teenager experiencing love all over again.

he won't ever admit it but comte enjoys it when you play with his hair. lightly scratching his scalp with your dull nails and massaging the area behind his ears, it makes him sleepy.

comte thinks that your eyes are the most captivating thing about you, they show so many emotions! and your eyelashes, the way they frame your eyes so perfectly- which is why you'll always find him giving your eyelids a peck every now and then.

whenever he sees you wear his gifts, he feels joy. because that means you liked it enough. sure, comte might love showering you with gifts, that's just a habit he has acquired over the years and it's his way of showing love. but nothing tops when you actually put his gifts to use.

comte is the type of person who will always have cookies and biscuits on the side while he drinks tea.

he wears glasses while reading newspaper, even though he has perfect vision. comte just wants to feel a bit human, besides, you always compliment him when he wears those glasses.

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[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp HCs: SO wearing Another Suitor's clothes

How do they react when their s/o borrows clothes from another suitor?

Suitors: Theo, Isaac, Shakespeare, Drake

Theo

Oh no no no no no no no no. Cut. Stop.

He knows Y/N is not wearing that playboy's jacket.

When the dealer comes across his hondje one evening tucked safely in Arthur's jacket, one could see the author's lifespan dwindling with every passing minute that she wore it.

"What...the hell is this?"

Said author even saw fit to tease him about it, resulting in being chased around the mansion by his best friend/ future killer, until Vincent had to rescue Arthur from certain death and Y/N returned his jacket to him for his safety.

The reason she was wearing it in the first place? Arthur had left it when he was going out and Y/N kept it for him until she saw him again and, because she was busy all day, she had no desire to carry it around that whole time. So she put it on until she found the owner, only for Arthur to insist she kept it on for the rest of the day, because, in his words, she looks simply adorable.

No, that didn't make him feel better. His hondje should not be wearing any another man's clothing, let alone Arthur's.

End of story, no discussion, not up for debate.

And he lets her know that when he scolds her later, unplacated by her defensive answer of it not being a big deal.

This of course, results in him pinching her soft cheek as she squealed in protest.

"The next time I catch you wearing another man's clothes, you'll get a lot more than this."

The implications of his words are not lost on the woman.

Y/N's scowl was overshadowed by the blush spreading across her face.

Isaac

When Isaac was faced with the sight of Y/N fully dressed in Napoleon's soldier uniform, he wasn't sure what to feel.

He wasn't even sure how to call attention to it, sputtering a little when he saw her at first.

"What...what on earth are you wearing?"

When he did manage to bring himself to ask her, Y/N had answered that Napoleon had offered to let her wear it after she asked out of curiosity.

He wasn't entirely certain how he felt about that. He supposed there was no harm meant by it but still...

He wouldn't bring it up after that, and would try to put it out of his mind, but as she wore it the whole day, he couldn't help sneaking slightly sullen looks in her direction. She looked engulfed in the clothing...almost like she was engulfed in Napoleon.

No, not a pleasant line of thought at all.

When the two of them are finally alone by the end of the day, he plucked his courage and turned towards her with a huffy, but very embarrassed face as he cut off her sentence.

"I...don't like it much when you wear another man's clothes. Please refrain from doing so in future."

He said it all in one breath, his cheeks red, his face set in a frown he hoped was serious, as his beloved gaped back at him, blinking rapidly in confusion.

It was after all, a very random switch of topics. She hadn't even been aware that it was even bothering him. But she had to respect how vocal he was being in that moment, especially because open communication wasn't his forte.

"I know I sound childish but...it's just the way I feel..."

He locked eyes with her upon saying this, making her heart skip a beat.

As if she really needed another reason to fall for Isaac...

Shakespeare

Oh...oh this could be a problem.

When his mismatched eyes land on Vincent's scarf coiled around his muse...?

He is none too pleased.

The only reason she was wearing it, come to find out, was because Vincent had asked her to wear it, because he wanted to paint the pattern and needed her as a mannequin of sorts.

Then he allowed her to keep it for the remainder of the day as thanks and since she was comfortable in it, here she was.

Will stared back at her with an unreadable expression as she explained, not speaking until she was finished.

Once she is, he gives a perfectly calm smile, saying that it suited her. The smile made her a little bit...chilly though...

And he brought no more attention to it...but at some point, Y/N noticed she is missing the scarf.

She completed lost her mind trying to find the item and when neither she and the oh so innocent Shakespeare couldn't find it, she went home to Vincent, dejected and preparing to tell him she lost it...

Only to find Vincent wearing it.

The scarf might not have been lost anymore, but she certainly.

Shakespeare for his part, only smiled and answered her puzzled look with-

"Perhaps the scarf found itself longing for it's owner and thus made haste back where it belongeth....which is not upon the shoulders of my love..."

He's a scary one, that man. Y/N shuddered slightly as she gave her beloved a nervous laugh.

Drake

His fawn prancing around in another man's clothes? No.

Why Y/N had Galileo's cloak draped over her bare shoulders while she waited for him at the university was completely beyond him.

When he had initially seen her, he had blinked multiple times, asking why she was wearing it, the answer being that she had been waiting for him to pick her up as they planned, but she had gotten a bit chilly because of her dress being off shoulder and Galileo had seen her and gave her his cloak while he went to teach a class.

An innocent enough answer...but he still didn't like it. The surprise faded away from Drake's face as his expression went flat, sending a chill down his lover's spine.

Suddenly he smiled cheerfully, after being silent for a beat.

"Say, little fawn, why don't you let me hold Galileo's cloak, and you can just cuddle with me instead?"

He said it with such a sweet, persuasive tone that Y/N didn't need to put much thought into shrugging off the cloak and trading it for the comfort of Drake's arms. She lay her head on his chest as she was wrapped in his warm embrace, his hand caressing the top of her head. He then pulled her head up to meet his suddenly serious aquamarine eyes.

"...It's just a cloak, but it's like he's laid claim to you. "

He smirked a little, almost rueful as he stroked her cheek.

"I won't hand over the privilege of protecting you to anyone. Even if its just from the cold."

The man is a pirate, through and through.

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[aquagirl1978]

Hellooooo! Can I request HCs for Chevalier, Yves and Licht with a really ticklish MC please? 😊

Hello there! Thank you for this request, anon - this idea was too cute, I had to write this and I think it pulled me from my writer's block.

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - SUITORS REACTIONS TO A TICKLISH MC (Chevalier, Yves, Licht)

It could barely be considered morning when you were still cuddling with Chevalier under a cocoon of blankets.

Your back was pressed against his chest, his heavy arm draped around your torso. His breathing rhythmic and soft in your ear.

His hand drifted along your ribcage. Until he found it. Your ticklish spot.

You knew your lover well -- he was a bully who took pleasure in tormenting you.

You had done well hiding this secret; while he had touched you in this spot before in past, it had been while you were in the throes of passion and well, your body and mind were elsewhere.

If Chevalier were to discover you had a ticklish spot, you'd be a goner. He'd torture you. Forever.

Covering your mouth, you feigned a yawn. It was still early enough, he could still be sleepy enough that he couldn't discern the soft giggle hidden in your yawn.

When he made no sound, you let out a sigh of relief and considered yourself safe.

Until he touched you again. This time, his thumb stroked your skin roughly, much like how he so often tickled your tongue.

Squirming in his arms, you clamped your mouth shut. Praying.

The bed sheets ruffled, and before you knew it, you found yourself lying on your back, a pair of ice blue eyes piercing yours.

With his eyes locked on yours, he tickled you again, his smile smug as he watched your expression.

"You're enjoying this too much," you huffed in between peals of laughter. Writhing under his ministrations, your eyes never left his, watching his expression with as much interest as he was yours.

"Indeed. And so are you." He gave you a knowing smile as he lightened his touch, giving you a much needed reprieve. "Lucky for you," he added, his grin turning wicked, "I have no where to be today."

Yves' head was resting on your chest, your heart still racing, your bodies still coming down from their highs.

He was idly tracing circles on your skin with his fingertip, the sensation soothing, helping slow your breaths.

His pinky finger grazed your arm. It was an unintentional touch, gentle on your skin. But it was enough to get a reaction.

Instinctively, you pulled your arm away.

Yves lifted his eyes to meet yours, pulling his hand away. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," you whispered back, "it's just, ah....I'm a bit ticklish there."

Yves gazed at you curiously, and returned his hand to where it was. He rubbed your arm, testing to see your reaction.

"Don't move," he said as he continued to tease you. Waiting...

"There..." he whispered, pleased when you began to laugh. It was light and free, much like a child's.

When you caught him smiling at you, you turned your face, your cheeks feeling flush.

Removing his hand from your arm, he tilted your chin with his thumb, wanting to see your face.

"Don't look away. I love your laughter and your smile."

"You have a petal in your hair. Lemme get it..."

Licht lifted his hand towards your ear to brush away the stray pink petal, his thumb inadvertadly grazing your neck.

"Are you...?"

"Ticklish?" You finished his sentence in between a bubbly burst of giggles. "Yes. Ever since I was a little girl, I've been ticklish there."

"Interesting," Licht commented in his soft voice, his crimson eyes fixed upon the column of your neck.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, fully exposing your neck to him. He pressed his thumb along your sensitive skin, searching for that special spot. Waiting for your laughter to tell him when he's found it.

"There..." He continued to stroke your skin lightly, the touch just enough to get you laughing.

Your sweet laugh was infectious, enough to make Licht laugh with you.

After he removed his hand from your neck, you missed it immediately. It was an odd spot to be ticklish, one that wasn't often tickled, but you liked it when he did it.

Most likely because it was Licht who was doing the tickling.

Once you both stopped giggling, you took his hands in yours.

"Are you ticklish, Licht?"

He thought for a moment. " I dunno." He gazed into your eyes, a soft smile spread on his lips. He lifted your joined hands and placed your palms on his chest. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

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TEARS OF THEMIS

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WHAT IN HELL IS BAD

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[sasukeuchiha-24]

Este foi o verdadeiro plano de Itachi em sua luta contra Sasuke em Naruto Shippuden

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[narutouzumaki-25]

Naruto Uzumaki 💛

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[romance-rambles]

concept: in an alternate universe where the three princes arrive in rhodolite after emma leaves, five years after chevalier's coronation, silvio ricci—"mr. secretly a caring brother"—decides to take a stroll around the capital to clear his mind.

he's been trying to find valerio for ages, and he'd briefly thought that maybe his brother is still in rhodolite, but for whatever reason, he can't seem to get any leads. after making the questionable decision to drink, he ends up wandering into the bustling markets of the city.

a pair of brothers catches his gaze. the older one is buying the younger one a treat—and really, they can't be too old. silvio has had little interaction with kids, but he'd guess them to be around the early teens. and it makes him think of how he was never able to do anything like that for valerio.

naturally, in the middle of cursing his brother out, he happens to hear a vaguely familiar voice professing his love for some woman named emma. he has to rub his eyes to make sure he's seeing things right and—

yup, blonde hair, blue eyes. an earring. the face of a man he loathes, though not as much as his mother.

and in front of his kneeling self—

a clearly pregnant woman who looks on, with amusement glittering in her brown eyes as she gracefully accepts the offered rose. silvio thinks he might be going insane.

"emma" then proceeds to pull him up and the lady selling flowers giggles about how wonderful it is that they're so in love. the guy from the stall next door hollers about how, since it's rio, it's to be expected.

they leave and silvio does not follow them.

what silvio does do is go back to his room in the castle and punch the wall, unable to figure out how he should feel about the fact that valerio is married with a kid on the way. one thing's for sure though:

emidio must not know.

so, silvio packs up and leaves for benitoite, and in about two years, even those in rhodolite whisper about how the second prince attempted to commit treason—and admitted, in a fit of rage, that he was the one who sent valerio to die.

(for this, the king begrudgingly thanks silvio and offers to make him king. but silvio pretends he hasn't already found valerio and vows to find him.)

then, silvio returns to rhodolite.

and finds out that the child valerio's wife was carrying was their second child, after a brat who happens to be the splitting image of valerio overhears asking about "rio" and "emma".

this kid is nothing less than a blabbermouth. within thirty minutes, silvio's aware of his history and "rio"'s too. he knows that valerio's second born is a girl, that he's disappointed that neither of his two children look like his wife, and that they'll probably not stop at two kids. he knows that the kid's name is elliott, that he's named to match the first letter of his mom's name—it's the same for his sister, who is named rhys, after his dad.

and yet, despite the fact that being armed with this seemingly useless knowledge comorts him, he's too much of a coward to try and approach valerio. after all, emidio's dead. valerio seems happier than he ever was in the benitoite's court. isn't it selfish to drag valerio back solely for silvio's pride?

(a part of him is also jealous of elliot's long list of uncles, who he suspects to be rhodolite's princes—most frequent are nokto, yves, leon, clavis, and luke. sometimes, jin and licht. chevalier, surprisingly, does ask after him and rhys, but never visits. sariel keeps tabs on them, just in case)

so he runs before his sister-in-law arrives to take elliot home.

and rinse and repeat. days bleed into weeks and he's not keen about letting them bleed into months, even if he views elliott as a "second chance."

but he doesn't have to.

valerio comes to him.

apparently, he's seen silvio hanging around his son. his wife is delighted that elliott's made a friend, even if he is older than she'd hoped for, and also a bit concerned about silvio's identity, so she wanted to invite him to dinner.

unfortunately, elliott told rio about how silvio once told him to cherish and protect his sister. he said that he couldn't protect his brother from getting hurt, and that he hopes valerio is happy.

the names are what tipped rio off.

there was other identifying information too, but rio already had his memories. the names were all he needed.

you see, he'd started having an inkling of his identity when emma was belle. he'd been pouring over some texts about benitoite and he thought some of it felt strangely familiar. but he kept those thoughts hidden because he was afraid of letting emma know. it was when emidio was arrested that his memoried fully started coming back.

[we now take a brief intermission to talk about how rio married the love of his life:

emma, whilst fretting over her uncontrollable feelings, is looking at the "engagement ring". rio comes in, and for a moment, they simply stare at each other.

then rio correctly guesses that this is something he had on him before. emma confides in him that she thinks it's an engagement ring, which causes rio to realize why she would push him away.

he tells her that he has no interest in returning home. he wanted to die, after all. it's likely nothing was waiting for him. and, if it is an engagement ring, he probably bought it because he knew he'd be meeting the love of his life soon (this makes her hit him on the shoulder). rio thinks he likely wasn't engaged at all.

this causes emma to decide that she wants to be selfish, even if it means living with that kind of guilt.

the rest is history.]

rio: "i really don't want you to meet emma...what if you fall in love with her? she's so pretty, i can see it happening."

silvio: "huh? why would—"

rio: "...but i need someone to testify that i wasn't engaged before i lost my memories. i didn't have a lover either. my wife's been holding onto this misconception, so i want to clear it up immediately."

silvio takes it for the olive branch it is. everyone and their grandmothers know that he's been searching for valerio. it's really no surprise that rio would realize his intentions.

the next night, he joins rio and his family for dinner. silvio brings flowers for emma and gifts for each of the munchkins, and for rio, he shoves a bottle of wine at him. his reddened ears don't have the luxury of returning to normal because elliott starts pointing out how his ears are super red. they have an enjoyable dinner, after which emma reintroduces herself as his sister-in-law and they confirm that they'll hold off on telling elliott, like silvio wants them to.

silvio is a coward though, so he tells elliott on literally the last day of his stay in rhodolite. elliott makes him promise to come back soon, and rio and emma, who are there to pick elliott up, reveal that they might go visit silvio instead.

[this is because someone manages to spill silvio's secret to the king. which means rio would need to establish himself to better protect his family.]

#headcanons by aya #ricci brothers #silvio ricci #ikepri silvio #ikemen prince silvio #rio ortiz #ikepri rio #ikemen prince rio #ikepri emma #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri headcanons #listen...i'm in love with their relationship #in his own route and even rio's he's surprisingly ride or die for his brother #now imagine what could be if they didn't have such a terrible first meeting #and emidio is dead and silvio's had time to sort out his feelings #i'm a simple woman: i just want au emma/rio and silvio being a good grumpy uncle #cybird...please give me more rio & silvio content

[natimiles]

Hear me out

Victor pulling his hair up in a high bun so it doesn't fall into whatever he's baking

His sleeves rolled up as he mixes the batter

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[sasuke-naruto]

Sasuke and Naruto

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[riveranova]

(A/N): Aaand the second part! <3

IkePri's Sleeping positions! x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings:

Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince

Word Count: 335

Chevalier Michel

Sleeping schedule worse than Jin's haircut

He's a hugger, 100%

No matter if it's a pillow or a poor, little rabbit

Doesn't sleep much, usually a really light sleeper

We know that he doesn't like to wake up early (slay)

So get ready to get squished to death by him

Luke Randolph

Sleeps everywhere, anytime

Sometimes you wonder if they way he's sleeping ever hurt him

Snores. Snores really loud. You'd think there was a construction side in the garden but suprise! it's just Luke

Head back, arms crossed, legs spread

Ffs, he's taking up the ENTIRE bench

Sleeps like a rock but open a jar of honey and he's awake and ready for duty! (eating the honey)

Yves Kloss

I will not elaborate further.

Jin Grandet

Similar to Luke, but less.. messy?

Manspreads like his life depends on it, too

But doesn't sleep around the palace (he does but that's a different thing-)

Takes up the entire bed, face first into the pillows

Honestly, he looks like he just fell into bed and went ''fuck it, this is how I sleep today''

On top of his covers, sometimes uses them when it's cold or he has uhm... 'guests' over

Licht Klein

Sleeps like a sick victorian child

Completely still in the middle of the bed, covers halfway up his chest and hands folded on top of them

Quiet, not a single sound can be heard, not even breathing

Doesn't turn around, ever

Just sleeps like that, still, unmoving

When you sleep in the same bed, you'll have to curve around him

Leon Dompteur

''I don't have any space, Leon.''

''Me neither.''

Camera cuts to the entire bed

You lay at the edge of your side, almost falling off while Leon hugs you from behind, the entire bed behind him is empty

Will not move, no matter what

Steals blankets just to throw them to the ground

Hugs you like a baby koala, so you don't even need those blankets :)

#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen prince #leon dompteur #licht klein #jin grandet #yves kloss #luke randolph #chevalier michel #ikepri #ikepri headcanons #ikemen x reader #ikepri x reader #ikemen prince x reader #gn! reader

[maries-gallery]

enemies to lovers with silvio ricci

I had an idea and I feel like this is a gift to all the haters grown lovers of Silvio Ricci. This is for US!

genre: enemies to lovers, nsfw, fluff, mdni

warnings: fingering, praise kink, size kink, dirty talk, reassurance kink, cumming on thighs (?), wall sex, biting and marking, mentions of nipple play, female bodied reader

star banner by the lovely @/saradika

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Silvio hates you with a burning passion. It is not only the fact you are his brother's best friend, although that makes you annoying enough as it is. It's your attitude and the fact you stand up to him, the fact you snarl and bite back. It's the fact you puff out your chest and face him without backing down. It's the fact he cannot control you, the fact you are not like he thought you'd be. 

Malleable and easily corrupted by money. 

So when he ends up stuck with you on his boat thanks to a terrible stroke of luck? He thinks his chance couldn't get any worse.

You're a pain in the ass. Always there, wherever he goes, and it feels like he cannot grasp a hint of peace on his own boat. You ask questions and silly ones at that, you fight with him and question everything he says... 

You are insufferable. But somehow these are still not the most annoying things about you. 

Maybe what Silvio hates the most is how you hate him too, and how part of him wishes you'd give him a chance. Maybe it's the way you look at him, all fire and spice, a gaze that tugs at his centre and flares the heat in his chest. 

Maybe he just hates how he wants you. How he craves your attention and aches for your smiles to be directed at him, instead of these resentful scowls and frowns he always gets. 

And this time, as you stand before him, tall and proud in spite of your smaller stature, Silvio’s blood boils and for a moment he forgets himself, grabbing your face to make you look at him. His eyes flicker with both flames of anger and a burning desire to shut you up with his lips on yours. 

“What are you-” 

He leans over you, a threatening shadow that spills over you yet leaves you feeling neither scared nor endangered. His body so close to your own sparks fly between the two of you, his face so close too, you taste his breath on your tongue. 

He is glad the two of you are the only ones on his ship. Glad no one is here to witness his tough facade crumbling for you. 

“Who do you think you are talking to?” He hisses, words that are meant to cut through you like a blade but that instead light a spark of something wild and passionate inside of you. 

A spark that turns into a wildfire the moment he decides he’s had enough of your talking, of your attitude and of the constant attraction you exert over him. 

His lips crash over yours, in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. One that steals the air from your lungs and has your core melting in a pool of ardent need. Hate bleeds into desire as your hands tear at his clothes, shaking with pent up frustration and residual anger. 

“You fucking annoy me, you know that?” You spit through gritted teeth, lips brushing over his as he claims them for another bruising kiss. And you forget about the sea around you, about the endless land of bottomless blue that sways the both of you. 

Your back crashes against a wall, a gasp falling from your lips as Silvio’s hands spread on the wall on both sides of your head, caging you and pinning you under his gaze. 

“Really? And do you kiss every man who annoys you, or is it just me?” He smirks, ocean eyes gleaming with pride. And you want to punch him, you want to wipe that smirk off of his face. 

You want to mar his beautiful features so that maybe you won’t want him as much. But more importantly you want him to shut up. You want him to shut up and kiss you again, want him to roam his big manly hands up and down your curves, want his fingers to dig in your skin and-

“No sassy answer? You don’t feel like barking anymore?” He questions, and you glimpse a faint spark of surprise in his eyes.. Though you have to say, even you are surprised by your lack of response. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, tugging him closer, “Shut up.” And this time you are the one to claim his lips as your own, swallowing the surprised gasp that comes from his throat and holding him there until he melts on your tongue. 

A quiet moan slips from your lips as his hardening length presses against your clothed core, giving you a taste of what hides under his trousers. Every fiber of your being now desperate for his touch and what he has to offer. 

“That’s a pretty sound y’make, but you haven’t answered my question,” He praises, voice smooth as water gliding over paved stones, dragging his lips over the shell of your ear. A shiver runs up your spine as his teeth lightly graze your earlobe, his breath cold on your heated skin, “Do you kiss every man who annoys you like this?” 

“I-” A gasp escapes from your throat as his teeth now rake down the column of your throat to stop at your sweet pulsing point. You hope he doesn’t pick up on how fast your heart beats in your chest., or how heat rushes to your cheeks as your thighs brush together to appease the burning emptiness inside of you. An emptiness you wish he’d fill.

And you feel so silly for wanting him this much. Silvio Ricci has nothing of a man you could ever see yourself falling for. He is loud, obnoxious, bratty, flashy, selfish and- 

“I’ll take this for a no.” He whispers, gaze holding yours, and you swear you catch the flutter of something gentle and kind in his eyes. Of something sweet and loving. A glimpse of the man he hides behind the gold dripping jewelry and the money. 

“Shut-” 

“D’you really want me to?” He says, a wicked grin on his kiss-bruised lips. “Because your dripping cunt is telling me otherwise.” 

You don’t even have time for mortification to drip over you, any hint of shame gone the moment he slides your drenched panties to the side and dips a finger in your molten core. If it didn’t feel so good, maybe a part of you would have shied away at the lewd squelch of your arousal and his digit thrusting in and out of you. 

But as he adds another finger, you have half a mind to wrap a leg around his hips, desperately clinging onto him like a lost woman at sea holding onto a parcel of wood. 

Your thoughts melt in your mind as he curls inside of you, prodding and teasing at your sweetest spot. 

“Ah-! Ungh-! Silvio!” You cry out in the dead of night, the two of you alone on the ever expanding sea with no other admirer than the moon and stars above you. 

“See? For someone who barks so much, you’re pretty easy to please.” He whispers in your ear, trailing burning kisses down your nape, his other hand tearing your corsage and baring your breasts to the cool night air. 

Your nipples harden under the bite of the wind, and his tongue feels like liquid fire as he licks at your supple skin and catches one nipple between his teeth. The last straw, the last it takes for him to drag a release out of you. 

Your back arches off the wall, lips parting in a silent scream as white hot pleasure clouds your vision and wakes every nerve in your body. His fingers move at a steady pace inside of you to coax every last drop of your high from you. To leave you breathless and panting as you crash back down. 

You barely register the gentle tap on your thigh, mind still hazy with the clouds of your release. 

“Wrap your legs around me.” He asks, and you do as he says. A whine falling from your lips as he hoists you up with ease, pressing you against the wall, the wood soft behind your back. 

All you hear through the fog is the sound of ruffling clothes and the unbuckling of a belt. You bite your bottom lip, blood infused with both sweet apprehension and the fire of desire as the tip of his cock prods at your entrance. 

“Just relax for me, I’ll make this feel good, ‘kay?” He asks, blue eyes holding yours, his voice uncharacteristically gentle and caring. Your heart skips a beat in your chest. 

A moment before this, Silvio had been nothing but hot anger and white hatred, yet no traces remained of the man you knew. His usual disdainful and tough exterior replaced by the features of an attentive man, one who wants nothing but to make sure you are comfortable. 

One who wants to make sure you want him as much as he wants you. 

And you do. 

You nod, tightening your hold on him, brows furrowing and eyes clenching shut as he carefully sheathes himself between your folds, inch by inch to let you taste the sweet pain of his cock stretching you out. 

He gives you time to adjust to his size, eyes attentive to any sign of discomfort on your part. And his heart melts in his chest as you breathe in and out through your nose, relaxing around him to welcome him amongst your tight warmth where he already feels at home. 

“That’s good, keep doing that.” A moan spills from your lips at his words, pain slowly melting into pleasure as he attempts a first slow thrust. 

His hips roll against yours in tides, waves of pleasure building in your core with every languid thrusts. Every fibre of your being alive with hot pleasure as he reaches new depths inside of you.

You have never felt so full. Never felt so right. 

“Ah-! Don’t-Don’t stop!” Your nails dig into his skin, but you don’t care. Not when your next release is blooming inside of you. 

“Ungh- Not-Not until you’ve come on this cock.” He groans, a shudder running through him as your walls clamp around his length, threatening to drag his own release out of him. 

But he won’t let himself go until you’ve given him what he wants. Won’t stop until you’ve touched heaven and fallen back into his awaiting arms. 

Only when your eyes roll to the back of your head and your thighs quiver around him does Silvio allow himself to finish.

In an instant he slides out of you, leaving you painfully empty and cold. Your only comfort being the sight of him fisting his length in front of you, beautiful features twisting in pleasure as he paints your thighs a sticky white. 

You lean back against the wall, the air filled with your pants and his. Features flushed with exertion. 

Your eyes meet and you know things won’t ever be the same. 

“Do you also fuck every person who annoys you like this?” You ask, chest falling and rising. A part of you hopes you are the only one. 

He pauses, swallowing back a lie. 

“I don’t.” He says, blue eyes not leaving yours, “Only you.” 

Only ever you. It can be no one but you. Because no one makes me feel as infuriated as you do. No one makes me feel as disoriented and as idiotically pathetic as you do. 

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[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp HCs: SO Cuddling with Another Suitor

How do they react when their sleepy s/o cuddles with another suitor? (Platonically of course!)

Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Faust, Galileo

Napoleon

While teaching the children towards the end of the day, Isaac's slight squeak had him turning to see what had the younger so startled...

And blinked when he saw it was because Y/N had started to doze off and fell backwards onto Isaac's back, making the physicist freeze up.

However he couldn't bring himself to wake her or move her for fear of interrupting her slumber.

Napoleon had a similar sentiment, which is why he didn't do anything about it. Part of him found it endearing how flustered, yet mindful Isaac was not to jostle her and Y/N just looked adorable, lost in sweet reveries away from the stresses of the real world. However...

He couldn't help the slight prick of irritation that insisted on pointing out that his belle was sleeping on another man. Even though it was completely and utterly innocent.

Were Isaac anyone else, he would feel worse, and he already felt irked enough. He still wouldn't wake her up, if she had fallen asleep here, then she probably needed the rest. He focused on teaching, though his eyes occasionally strayed to where his sleeping nunuche was with Isaac.

He later would hold her protectively in the carriage on the way home when she stirred. He ruffles her hair gently with a slight teasing smirk.

"If you were tired, you could've just told me, nunuche."

Arthur

By Jove, no.

While playing beating Isaac in chess, while Dazai and his beloved watched on the side, he noted out of the corner of his eye that his love had fallen asleep, her head resting on the other writer's shoulder.

It threw him off to the point he very nearly got into a bind he couldn't get out of when Isaac made his move.

He did try to focus and act unfazed, but the way Dazai looked upon her fondly, the way his lovely lady snuggled closer to him for comfort, which he seemed more than glad to provide, the clown, had his skin prickling. Yes, he logically knew that Y/N didn't just fall asleep on purpose, Dazai just happened to be there to catch her when she dozed.

That's why, he decided to put Isaac out of his misery in a couple of turns before sending an irritated glare in the direction of the amused fellow author. When said writer relinquished his lover, Arthur whisks her away to take a nap elsewhere, preferably far away from anyone else she could sleep on.

He sulked and huffed a bit when the groggy lady awoke, pulling her close to him once they were in his room.

"On Dazai, my love? It's bad enough you slept on another man, but of all the ones here, you chose him?"

Faust

The bespectacled man raised an eyebrow upon entering the living room and noticing Y/N had slumped over onto Charles, sleepily cuddling into him.

It really didn't help that the affectionate Charles seemed content to cuddle her back, cooing at how cute and sleepy she was.

It wasn't particularly pleasant to see, his guinea pig was almost completely wrapped in Charles's arms, her hands holding onto the front of his shirt as her pretty head rested between his neck and shoulder.

And Charles was maybe just a little too eager to accommodate her, ensuring her comfort and caressing soothing circles on her back.

He wasn't sure what was more irksome; Y/N's lack of guard and how content she seemed to just cuddle someone else, or the fact that Charles took no issue in condoning it. He knew Charles was just being his overly affectionate self, nothing more than harmless hugging. Harmless or not, it would not stand.

He does take the initiative to wake her up, giving a sinister smile when she woke, a glint in his eyes.

"How bold of you, daring to be in the arms of another while you slumber, my guinea pig."

Galileo

He felt a twinge of unpleasantness when seeing Y/N had fallen asleep on Drake's chest. Both were on the couch while he was at the telescope, when the woman, drowsy, leaned into Drake.

Not that the pirate seemed to mind, only chuckling lightly as he stroked her head and let her sleep, before resuming his discussion with Galileo, who responded somewhat distractedly.

The man in question didn't particularly make any real fuss over the fact that his loved one was essentially slumbering in another man's arms, frankly he didn't even call attention to it.

But know, he was most definitely aware of it.

It was bothering him how comfortable she looked, her head over Drake's heart, essentially on top of him and blissfully unaware of the world around her. Drake for his part, seemed to mean no harm in it, but he wasn't helping matters when he shifted her carefully to be more comfortable, his arm wrapped around her shoulder to keep her from sliding.

While he'd be quiet about it at the time, he would speak to her about it when they're alone, stern as he scolded her for being so reckless about sleeping on another man. It may not be immediately obvious that jealousy is a playing factor, but it is.

"You shouldn't be so careless when you aren't alone."

🌸

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp faust #ikevamp galileo #ikevamp headcanons #ikemen vampire headcanons

[oigimi]

. silvio parent hcs ! .

Very deliberately, you and Silvio have quite a few kids.

Your firstborn is a baby boy, with your hair color and Silvio’s deep blue eyes.

He’s really fussy, always crying out for his mom’s attention.

Silvio dotes on his son, but he always gravitates towards you.

It’s the Benitoite(Italian) in him.

After your first son, you have another.

The eldest boy loves his little brother, and they’re the best of friends.

Even though the oldest has a sharing problem with his toys.

After the second boy is a third, who ends up being a lot more shy and timid next to his brothers.

Silvio begins to wonder if you’re ever going to have a daughter.

He loves all his sons, and would do any and everything for them, but deep down he really wanted a daughter with you.

And then, on your fourth and final delivery, she arrives.

A tiny girl, who looks just like you.

Needless to say, your husband is over the moon.

He’s always holding her and buying her the finest toys, blankets, and clothes money could possibly buy.

That’s not to say he doesn’t spoil your boys either, but your daughter has definitely earned a special place in Silvio’s heart.

At first it can seem overwhelming being one of two girls in the Ricci family, but make no mistake: This is a female-run family.

Silvio is completely whipped for you and your daughter both, and basically will do anything you want.

Very stereotypical Italian father, lovingly rough with his sons and bending over backwards for his daughter.

Your boys are completely devoted to you too.

They’re also really overprotective of their sister.

The headstrong eldest, second in-command second-born, and soft-spoken third boy create quite a defense force for you both against anyone, be it annoying palace staff, rude attendants, or mean playmates to your daughter.

Speaking of your third boy, Silvio takes special care of him.

You’d expect him to be hard on him, and he can be sometimes, but he has a lot of compassion for him, since he reminds him of you and your pure heart.

He’s mellowed out quite a bit since marriage.

His favorite thing to do is go on family trips with you all, showing his kids the love and kindness he never got as a child.

It takes some adjustment, and he can be awkward with some aspects of parenthood, but he really means well for all four of your kids.

The five of you are really a blessing to him, one he isn’t sure he always deserves.

But he tries his hardest every day to make up for the mistakes he had to suffer at the hands of his own father, by adoring you and your children.

He’s always willing to hug them when they need it, and do something to brighten their day.

If it’s something that he knows he would’ve needed growing up, he wants to give it to them.

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