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static-fanatic-1 · 4 years

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Tattooed-Uvogin

-part 2-

(Y/n) locked her apartment doors lock and slid down the wooden surface. She couldn't believe it, she just couldn't. She was found out and now she was going to die.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as the female's chest rapidly rose and fell. Her hyperventilating prevented her from pulling out her phone to text her parents, she was lucky she did it when she first got in the car.

Hiccups and sniffles resonated throughout the entire room, the sound suffocating. Sudden buzzing pulled her out of her anxiety attack.

(Y/n) sniffed and whipped her face with her jackets sleeves. Composing herself she pulled out the device and swiped it. "Hey mom."

"Did you get home okay?" The static form the silence was filled with her sweet, calming voice.

"Yeah, I just shut my door. Did you guys have fun?"

"Yes we did, the concert was pretty good. The building was really crowded though. Anyway are you okay? Have you been crying? What happened?"

"Oh no, no, no. I'm fine don't worry." (Y/n) replied back, finally building enough courage to stand up as walk to her couch.

"Was the place crowded? I know how you act when you're in a crowded place."

"It was, there was a lot of people. I'm just kind of relieved to be back home." The female sighed just to rub her temple to stop her shaking voice. "I'm not the best when it comes to crowds."

"I know I know." There was a pause, the silence becoming deafening for both parties. "We're really sorry you had to grow up like this. We wish we would have done something different." Whined Martha, her voice delicate, as if her daughter was a wilting flower. In that case she wasn't wrong.

"No, no, no, momma don't say things like that! You guys did as much as you could! It's none of your guys' fault that I got a tattoo! I'm grateful I have parents like you two. I wouldn't trade y'all for the world." Tears decided to return, toppling down her cheeks and onto the armrest of the couch. "I love you and dad so much, nothing would change that."

Sniffing could be heard on the other side. "I know, we love you too. I'm going to let you go alright, stay safe and good night."

"Good night, love you."

"Love you too, ba-bye."

There was a click of the ending call, then suffocating silence. Once again wiping away her tears (y/n) sniffled and walked over to her kitchen counter for a snack. Bringing her breathing to a calmer speed, the female slowly ate on the couch.

Loud, sudden banging rattled the doorframe of the front of her apartment. Who would that be? Jessy? No, couldn't be, she passed out the moment her head hit her couch.

(Y/n) was alone, stuck in her dark apartment with nothing but her snacks and a knife in the kitchen. Though the loud banging didn't stop, and the manly voice from the other side brought a sheet of cold sweat to form on the female's face. "(Y/n), we know you're in there. If you just walk out we'll promise to be gentle."

The anxiety found itself back into her head, who are they? Why are they here?

The man hit the door more vigorously. "Do you know how big of a price tag is on your back? The soulmate of a Phantom Troupe member would pay a pretty Jenny, enough to live like kings for the rest of our lives."

Another voice presented itself, younger, softer, a woman maybe. "Just let us in, then nothing will hurt you."

Quietly placing down her snack, (y/n) slowly stood from the couch and moved in the direction of her room. Quiet whispers were heard from outside, the loud banging a of their fists coming to an abrupt stop. "Fine, but don't blame us when your blood stains the carpet."

Gun shots exploded through the door knob, splashing splinters into the air like sparks. With a rough kick the owner of the first voice burst through the door and dashed to the female.

(Y/n) whipped around to run but a rough hand tightly gripped her wrist and shoved her to the ground. Her left shoulder smashed against the tile, earning a groan from the female. Four more people entered the, three guys and a girl, each decorated with large guns and sharp knives.

The man that shoved her to the ground straddled (y/n)'s waist, his thighs practically crushing her body. His hands shoved hers above her head, his long blonde hair tickling her face as he leaned down. The blonde's sadistic grin brought tears to the corners of her eyes.

"L-let me go!" Screeched the frightened girl, thrashing and writhing underneath his heavy body.

"No can do," Chimmed the one girl, her brown hair being pushed to the side. "Like we said, you cost a pretty Jenny." She turned her attention to the other men. "Should we try the mafia? We might get a better deal."

"I'd say we should, besides they don't really like the Troupe." Replied a black haired man, his body standing in front of the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yeah, probably. Trevor, tie her up we're leaving." Spoke the girl, lifting up her gun to examine it with a sense of pride. Her face was smug, her pink lips curled in a successful smile.

Though her lips quickly turned slack, her eyes wide as a thin line of red blood formed on her porcelain neck. Her sapphire eyes rolling to the back of her head and the brown hair falling to the floor. Her head following after.

Noticing everyone's shock, (y/n) took the opportunity to shove the blonde off of her and dashed to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. Screams and gun shots were fired, though (y/n) had no intention of seeing what was beyond the door.

A loud voice laughed throughout the entire onslaught, as if he was having fun killing those hunters. The slaughter paused, voices conversing behind the door she was propped against.

She needed to get out of here. She needed to run before whoever was beyond the door busted it open. Scrambling up from the carpeted bedroom floor, (y/n) scurried over to the small window to try and open it up.

Everything froze when a hefty knock echoed through the building. "Hey, babe, you can open the door now. You're safe."

The voice beyond the door was gruff, deep, yet smooth and slightly drawn out. Sultry in its own fashion, like dark chocolate, smooth and bitter with a slight hint of sweetness. Whoever that voice belonged to must have been a criminal, (y/n) knew such, and that fact was the only reason her door remained locked.

A few quiet exchanges were given, (y/n) not even bothering to listen as her window finally cracked open. Another voice resonated through the door, a familiar one. "(Y/n), it's Pakunoda, the hunters are gone, you're safe now."

Another breath caught itself in the terrified female's throat, why was she so surprised? She didn't understand, in her mind everyone was a possible threat so why did Paku's voice scare her? "You're part of the Phantom Troupe? Wh-why didn't you say anything? Tell me?" Her voice didn't seem normal, cracking under the anxiety the situation brought.

Pakunoda sighed just to lean in closer and explain why. Something along the lines of 'You would have run away' and 'I know you're afraid, but you really don't have to be'. She was trying to sympathize with (y/n), trying to lure her in to make her open the door.

But she wouldn't fall for it, she couldn't fall for it.

So she ran, down the rickety steps until rough concrete greeted her bare feet. Right when her feet hit the ground, a loud, almost deafening boom reverberated from above. Rubble scattered through the air, dust and pebbles littered the ground like hail.

She was afraid, so terribly afraid when an entertained laugh echoed from above. It must have been from the same deep voice as before, the one that called her babe. Like hell she was going to look up, like hell she was going to freeze and let him catch up. Like hell.

Weight and darkness flooded (y/n)'s vision, what happened? A large hand and arm wrapped itself tightly around her waist, the owners entire body hovering over her hunched form. The man's face buried into her neck, tickling her with his warm breath.

'How did he get to me so quickly?!'

It struck her, her face in the direction of the crumpled ground beneath them. 'Did he jump? How?! I was on the fifth story of the building!'

"Hey, babe." She could feel the grin on his face, earning rapid breathing. Maybe if they were under different circumstances the intimate position might have been romantic. Just maybe.

But now was different. Instead the female was trembling in raw fear. Her voice caught so far into her throat she might have thrown up if she tried to speak. What was he going to do to her? Kill her, kidnap her, something worse?

The man's hair tickled (y/n)'s neck, a long dark grey mass of fluff on the side of her vision. The man laughed, his large arm lifting her up like a feather as he rose from the ground. Being tugged into his embrace like a kitten was strange, and her newfound height was astonishing.

How tall was this guy? How was he so strong?

The man, (y/n) could only guess was her soulmate due to her nickname, held her up with one arm with their chest and back flush against each other. She felt like a rag doll being held like this.

(Y/n)'s mind finally decided to work again, now thrashing and kicking and scratching for freedom she somehow knew she wouldn't get. "L-let me go! Please!"

Seeing his soulmate writhe in his arms like this... was oddly exhilarating. Knowing she was afraid seemed funny to Uvogin, he wasn't going to hurt her. Though if she didn't know nen then it would make sense as to why she thought that. Still, he couldn't really keep from laughing, he was too excited to find his soulmate.

Well, he had to check didn't he? Uvogin maneuvered her body in his arms, now holding her with an arm and his side. His other hand pulled the back of her shirt up, her legs kicking in protest.

"Wha-Put me down!" She yelped, trying to grab her shirt to pull it back down.

Uvo laughed again, this time calmly with his chest vibrating. There it was, the same tattoo on his lower back. On her soft (s/c) flesh it fit perfectly.

He put it down and tore her right sleeve off, revealing her own tattoo. Both were the same, a perfect blend of calm and storm.

From above, a voice, slightly annoyed and irritated brought him back to reality. "Oi! Uvo! Is that (y/n)?!"

Uvogin gave a classic, goofy cheshire grin. "Ask her yourself, Nobu!" Once more he dragged her around like a doll, this time both his hands gripping her waist to show her to the world, or more specifically Nodunaga.

After rolling his eyes, an expecting look was given to the beyond frightened girl. She nodded, not exactly caring about if they knew her name at the moment.

Nobunaga cackled, smacking his hand on the iron railing of the fire shoot. (Y/n) being curled up in her soulmate's grip must have been funny. "She IS cute. Paku look at her, she's adorable!"

The blonde revealed herself, a new package of a snack in her hands. Apparently (y/n) wasn't the only one with the midnight munchies. Paku handed a piece to the dark haired man beside her. "Told you." She retorted.

Uvogin pulled her to his chest, snuggling to the (h/c) haired girl in his arms, face buried into her neck. "You're adorable." He muttered.

Voice caught in her throat, she didn't speak. The only sign of her uncomfortableness was the deep red blush upon her cheeks and the small yelps she would make.

"Hey, the cops are coming! Let's go ahead and get out of here!" Nodunaga yelled from above, clearly not bothered by his friends affection.

"Eh? Fine, fine, let's go." The bear like man pulled his soulmate close—bridal style—and threw himself into the air in the direction of god knows where.

(Y/n) yelped at the sudden jump, flight? More like flight she thought. Her stomach churned, probably from the alcohol, the lack of food, and the rushed movements. God she didn't feel too good.

Pakunoda and Nodunaga stopped on the roof of a building, one directly across from a fairly nice hotel. Uvogin paused and allowed (y/n) to sink from his grip onto the concrete below. She dry heaved, not exactly having enough bile to rise from her throat. "Oh god that was horrible." She whined to herself, not thinking about the people next to her.

Nodu snickered and Uvo laughed, it was funny how she wasn't used to this. They had forgotten what it was like to be normal.

Uvogin kneeled down, still laughing, and placed a hand upon the girl's shoulder. "You'll be fine."

She turned and gave him a look. One akin to a mother scolding a child, a 'bite me' type look.

The bear like man laughed again, shrugging his shoulders. "What?" His childish grin had returned and almost mocked the shorter girl.

"This isn't exactly what I expected from a first date." (Y/n) snapped, still kneeling on the ground.

From the side Nobunaga finally burst, tears streaming down his cheeks at the two in front of him. His laughing was contagious, light, but still not helping the situation (y/n) was in. "Uvo she's perfect for you!"

"Yeah she is." He smiled and patted her head, clearly not bothered by her snapping attitude.

"Uvo," Paku started, hopping onto the roof. Did she leave? When? "I got a room for the two of you; she probably won't want to sleep in the cathedral." She handed him a card.

"Thanks Paku." Uvogin replied, standing to his full height and dragging (y/n) to stand as well.

She stared at the man, how the fuck is he human? He's HUGE. This was the first time she was actually able to take in his features. Dark grey hair splayed around his face, afro style, yet more like a lion's mane. His features were sharp and strong, side burns framing his strong features.

Eyes burned with determination and ferocity. Rippling muscles complemented his unnatural height, both inhuman. His white tank top, black shorts and furs around his shoulders and waist stuck to body. In Uvogin's own right, he was handsome.

Speaking of Uvogin, his eyes met hers, his grin stretching a bit. "Like what you see?" The man teased.

Oh god, why did she look at him? A dark red blush swept across her features, her voice once again caught in her throat. "You're subpar at best." She needed to shut up or else they would probably kill her, curse her bad habits.

It was now Paku's turn to snicker. "She's brutal... anyway, (y/n), your parents work in the Harthhold Museum correct? As security managers."

(Y/n) paused, a fearful glance in the direction of the blonde. Quickly her fearful looked turned to hostility. No one would threaten the people who tried so hard to keep her safe—no one. "What do you want?" The female snapped.

"We just want to know the hunters your parents hired for the new exhibit. You helped them with their work correct?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Paku thought for a moment, taking a quick glance at the two near her, as if telling them to follow along. "If we have to force the information out of you we won't let you warn Martha and Edgar."

There was a moment of silence, she was jesting, she had to be jesting. "What are you planning?" (Y/n) asked, she just couldn't help but ask.

"We can't tell you. So... who are the hunters." Pakunoda pushed.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and sighed. She explained the hunters, every single one by name, face, and where they would be stationed during the opening.

Paku listened, hand on her hip as her eyes bore into (y/n)'s skull. "Good, we'll tell Shal to look them up." She body turned away and pulled out a phone. "Hey Nobu and I are heading back, we've got the information about the hunters."

"Yes."

"Alright, see soon." Pakunoda ended the call, turning back to the fore mentioned and waving her hand. "Let's go, it's late and I'm tired."

The black haired man tapped the end of his sword and nodded. "Sure, see you later Uvo!"

And they were off, gone into the night to leave the soulmates alone. The female slightly trembled, due to the crisp night air or the man beside her, she didn't know. His hand placed itself upon her shoulder, completely dwarfing her in size. "How about we go to our room, huh?"

She could feel his grin, bringing back the terror she had felt the first time they met.

Uvogin wrapped her in his arms, again with the bridal style, and jumped off the building. He soaked in the sound of her surprise, music to his ears. They entered the hotel and ignored everyone looking at them, just to get to their room as fast as possible.

When they made it, he almost didn't open the door. He almost busted through there just to roughly shut it and toss (y/n) onto the large bed. He shuffled over to her, crawling on top to smother her with affection.

Uvo buried his face into her neck, taking a deep breath and soaking in her noises and sent. She smelled sweet, a slight hint of alcohol lingering on her skin. The girl peeped, taking her hands to push the man off of her. To him it did nothing, only letting him indulge with the contact of her small hands on his large chest.

He chuckled and used a hand to pet her soft (h/c) hair. Uvogin left some sloppy kisses along her neck, a mewl escaping her lips when he found a certain soft spot. The bear like man chuckled and lifted himself up to stare down and loose himself in her (e/c) eyes.

"God you're adorable."

(Y/n) stuttered, not being able to create words to help her comprehend what was happening. What should she say? What should she do? She didn't want to go this far! Was he trying to go that far?

"W-wa-wait. W-wait, I don't want this... please don't do this!" Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Huh?" Uvogin raises an eyebrow to lift himself up a bit more. "What? No, no I wouldn't do that to you!" He used his hand and moved it to her cheeks to wipe away the forming tears. "I wouldn't do that, I love you." He have a gentle smile to try and calm her down.

It worked, a little bit. Just enough to keep her grounded a bit more. (Y/n) sighed, a shaky sigh only akin to relief. "C-can I talk-talk you my parents?"

Uvogin sighed and sat up on the bed, his legs hanging off the side of the bed. "Sure, just watch what you say." He lifted her phone to wave it in her face.

(Y/n) tried to take it with a shaky hand, but the man had other ideas, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his lap just to cuddle with him. He buried his head into her neck just to breath her in again.

Hesitantly—fearfully—she took the phone and dialed her father's number. It ran, low and deep into the quiet room. (Y/n) took a deep breath as Edgar answered.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked, the clear groggy voice hinting at him just being woken up.

(Y/n) furrowed her brows and gave a relieved sigh, how was she supposed to react? "Nothing much, I just wanted to talk about-about the museum exhibit thing."

"(Y/n) that thing is in a few days, what's gotten into you." The man on the other side of the phone laughed to himself. "Oh, sorry... I just woke your mom up." He sheepishly admitted.

The daughter smiled gently, she truly couldn't have asked for better parents. "That's fine, it's actually about you two. Can you guys not go to the exhibit? Please?"

Edgar gave a questioning 'huh' before flipping the phone to speaker, allowing his wife to talk and listen too. "Why?"

"Well, just trust me... okay? Please?"

There was silence, and (y/n) almost thought they could hear the quiet purrs from her captor as he nuzzled into her neck. Though it seemed they didn't. "Why? (Y/n) why?"

"Just trust me okay? Love you." Without allowing them to say anything back, she turned off the phone. Letting her hands fall to her lap she didn't even try to stop Uvogin from taking the device and crushing it in his grip.

The phone fell, the last bit of hope following.

Uvogin hummed onto her ear, pulling her closer into his chest as he fell onto the bed. An exaggerated sigh left his lips. "I'm so relieved we found you first."

His large arms encircled her much smaller being. (Y/n) leaned in, soaking in his warmth as he radiates heat.

If (y/n) learned anything from the torturous tattoo, it was to make the best of any situation. She would have to try really hard for that, but did (y/n) really have a choice? No, she couldn't escape something like this—someone like him.

Uvogin would make sure of that.

(8261 words)

(Finished: 7/23/20)

#uvogin #uvogin x reader #yandere uvogin #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere uvo #yandere uvogin x reader #yandere phantom troupe #tattooed part two

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the-cat-at-the-theatre-door · 3 years

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Settling into a new home is difficult - sometimes you need something familiar to ease the adjustment (aka Munkustrap learns something about their newest Tribe members every day).

(Threw this together because this image popped to mind the other day and I didn’t know how else to present it.)

Munkustrap caught sight of his newest trainee’s silhouette first and foremost as he ducked into the clearing, soft and blurry against the neon lights and golden street lamps. Alonzo was perched on top of a junkpile, surveying the Junkyard, occasionally flicking his head to watch the streets and alleys just beyond the fence. The clearing was quiet otherwise.

He noticed, as his eyes adjusted, that Alonzo was hunched over, arm wrapped around his middle, but otherwise alert and at attention. Odd. However, Munkustrap was beginning to understand that a lot of what the other tomcat did was what he would deem as perplexing. It had been hard to get a solid read on him thus far, apart from a few details, but Munkustrap had to admit that he'd always liked a good puzzle.

Still, if Alonzo was hurt, that was cause for concern. The younger tom wasn’t fond of being fussed over for such things - he'd made that loud and clear when Jenny had insisted on looking him over. It was more than likely he’d hidden it for that very reason. Munkustrap wracked his brain trying to pinpoint when something may have happened, but couldn’t come up with anything in particular that stood out. Then again, sharp as the protector was, and as much as he would like to think otherwise, it was impossible to keep a full eye on everyone at every moment of the day - cats came and went all morning, afternoon, and night. Realistically, if he had been hurt, it could have happened at any time.

Figuring the time for switching off the watch was close enough to excuse satisfying his curiosity, he began his climb upward to investigate.

Alonzo's ears and tail perked up at his approach but he did not turn around - he had picked up on his scent, no doubt, exactly as Munkustrap had hoped he would. He had been getting better with not bristling or jerking upward when cats approached him from behind, but the silver tabby had been making an effort to approach as cautiously as he could, giving him a chance to "sniff him out" as it were. Safer for everyone involved that way. When he slowly lowered his tail back down, Munkustrap continued forward.

“Hey, bo-...Munkustrap. Come to join the party?”

Alonzo had also been getting better at calling him by his name, but old habits were still thriving somewhere under his tongue. He let it slide.

Munkustrap stopped just behind the other tom, peering over his shoulder to try and get a glimpse of his front before he brought anything up. He couldn’t see much of anything past his head and the slope of his back.

“What time is it?” Alonzo asked, sounding distracted, startling Munkustrap from his peeking.

“Nearly midnight.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. Only an hour off. “Everything okay?”

"So far so good."

He offered nothing further. Munkustrap tried again, this time with less subtlety. "Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?"

"Hmm?" Alonzo finally turned to look up at him, confused. "What? No, I'm fine…why?"

Munkustrap motioned to his middle vaguely. "You're just sitting hunched like that, holding your arm. I thought maybe you were hurt."

Alonzo looked down reflexively to where Munkustrap had indicated, as if he had just noticed he was doing it. A brief flicker of something had flashed in his expression - panic? - but it was quickly smothered again by the time he looked back up.

"Oh, this? Nah, Jem’s here." He carefully tilted his arm away from himself and leaned up so Munkustrap could catch a glimpse of the kitten's sleeping face, buried under his fur. "See?"

Just as Munkustrap was coming to accept the scruffy tomcat’s oddities, he was also beginning to realize he was full of surprises. Jemima had been there the entire time, quiet and asleep. How had he managed that? The silver tabby hadn’t picked up any kind of kitten scent on him, nevermind Jemima’s own unique one. Everlasting, he hadn't even seen her.

"Oh,” he echoed softly. His thoughts immediately turned to her mother. “Does Demeter know she's here?"

Alonzo exhaled a laugh. "Demeter brought her here.”

Munkustrap kneeled beside the other tom, shaking his head wonderingly. Yet another puzzle to reason out, Demeter being even harder to read than Alonzo was. The two toms sat in their shared silence, just barely touching at the hip, surveying the horizon out of habit. Jemima shifted and whimpered.

"She wasn't sleeping good, I guess,” Alonzo continued after a moment, tucking the kitten back against him instinctually. She immediately quieted. "That happens sometimes when it rains. Demeter thought maybe...”

Munkustrap shifted at the unspoken implications he had hung between his words, the careful trailing off, tucking them into the farthest corners of his mind for when he had the strength to unpack it. There was a familiarity there, as if this wasn’t the first time it had happened.

The patched tom squinted at the sky a moment before looking back towards the Jellicle Protector. “You want to take her? She’s out like a light now - won’t cause anymore trouble. I can finish up here."

"No, that's alright," Munkustrap said gently, carefully putting his paw on Alonzo’s shoulder. "She looks fine where she is. You’re good with her.”

Alonzo shrugged with his free arm and lowered his eyes, looking embarrassed. Something inside of Munkustrap’s chest warmed, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint why. That was another beast for another day.

“Tell you what,” he continued. “It’s late and it’s getting cold. Why don’t you bring her back home? I’ll take over.”

Alonzo’s opened his mouth, like he was about to argue, but he seemed to think better of it. “Uh...okay. Thanks. I’ll be right back then.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Munkustrap assured, waving his paw aside dismissively. Alonzo froze from where he had started to stand, looking down at the other tom with something that may have been suspicion.

“But -”

“It’s okay,” Munkustrap reiterated firmly, crossing his legs beneath him. “Take her back to Demeter, and you get some rest. I’ll see you two in the morning.”

Alonzo stood awkwardly above him, clutching Jemima to his chest. Munkustrap marveled at how, despite the tomcat’s size and his advantage of higher ground, he seemed to shrink into himself as he was stared at. The look on his face was worth any schedule disruption ten times over, and Munkustrap found the warmth increasing even as it tampered itself with sadness.

“I owe you another one, then,” Alonzo said finally, half smile twitching on his muzzle. He adjusted his hold on the kitten. “She owes you one, too.”

“I’ll put it on your tab,” Munkustrap replied, throwing back the same joke the tomcat had used their first night in the Junkyard. Alonzo full on smiled then, turning to walk away.

“Goodnight, Alonzo,” he called after them, settling himself down for the night watch.

Alonzo paused at the edge before beginning his climb down. His tail raised again, but this time, it seemed pleased.

“Goodnight, Munkustrap.”

#CATS Musical #Alonzo #Jemima #Munkustrap #fanfiction #my fanfic #(though more of a train of thought)#a bit of alonzostrap if you squint but more pre-alonzostrap #my posts #the implication here being that dripping noises make jemima uneasy because she has foggy kitten memories of macavity’s dens #unfamiliar place familiar presence - that's what Demeter figured to do after she wouldn't calm down #and that alonzo got very *very* good at hiding kittens for a reason #yes i WILL take the relationship between Jemima and Alonzo and make it fluffy and platonic i refuse to accept anything else #broadway and co. verse so *technically* it's sillabub but...#inspired by the chat i had with the lovely theimpossiblescheme the other day

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