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ieatstarsforaliving · 6 months ago

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The Masc Behind the Mask (4)

Summary: Hazel gets into a fight at the bank. And of course, you just have to save her.

Pairing: Spider-Woman!Hazel Callahan x Classmate!Reader

Warnings: Mature language, use of (Y/N), violence, mentions of bruises, cuts, and blood, threats of death, fainting, just Spider-Woman stuff

Word Count: 5019

Note: I got really annoyed at writing action because uhm it ls hard so the fight scenes are really lame. I also added a special character in here who you might recognize from Spiderverse teehee - Bia <3

Hazel hid in an obstructed alley, quickly scanning her surroundings before kicking off her shoes, sending them tumbling towards the nearby garbage can. She reached into her backpack to retrieve her suit while wrestling her jeans off, hopping on one foot, causing her to tumble into a heap of discarded cardboard boxes– before she managed to put on her suit in place. She shot her backpack to the dumpster with some webs to keep it in place, then leaped onto the roof.

Perched on a ledge high above the street, Hazel looked down at the neighborhood and took a deep breath.

"Okay, this is fine. You’re fine! You basically left (Y/N) all alone in your room without a proper explanation and she probably thinks you’re robbing a bank! But this is fine," Hazel mumbled to herself, adjusting the web-shooters on her wrists before jumping down.

She swung through the neighborhood, listening intensely to the sound of police sirens. As she descended upon the robbery at the bank, she surveyed the area, calculating her approach. The bank’s door seemed to have been blasted open by some form of intense firearm, but other than that, it was hard to see exactly what was going on inside. 3 police cars flashing red and blue circled the scene of the crime, yet the officers seemed to hesitate to interact with the building.

Hazel silently swung closer, landing behind a familiar officer.

“Officer Morales,” Hazel said, startling the officer. Morales swiftly turned to the voice, a hostile glare etched across her face when she saw the outrageous Spider-Woman standing before her.

“We’re handling it,” Officer Morales scoffed, tossing her braid. “We don’t need help from unidentified vigilantes in spandex suits.”

Hazel laughed, giving a slap on the officer’s back. “Come on, Rio. Are we going to do this every time?”

Rio glared at Spiderwoman, sighing before reluctantly pulling out her notepad.

“Three suspects inside the building. They’ve got high-tech gear– dangerous stuff I’ve never seen before. The bank’s closed, so no civilians are in there, but we’ve lost a few officers already.” She glanced at Spider-Woman. “It’s risky going in.”

Hazel gave a nod. “That’s why I’m here. Soon as I send out the officers, take them to a safe distance.”

“Don’t tell me what to do…” The officer grumbled, but nonetheless, waved her fellow police over to update them on Spider-Woman’s appearance.

Squaring her shoulders, Hazel strode towards the bank’s entrance. Her priority was clear– evacuate the officers, contain the threat, and get back to you and clear up the misunderstanding of her being an ex-convict/bank robber.

You know, if you haven't left and called the cops already.

As Hazel entered the bank, her eyes darted from corner to corner– rubble and cash were scattered all around on the ground, with the chairs and ATM machines smashed to pieces. It seemed like the robbers had already emptied out the ATMs, and had moved onto the teller drawers and vaults. As Hazel moved deeper into the bank, her senses heightened– sounds of shuffling footsteps, obnoxious laughter, and some form of– technology?

With a swift, controlled motion, she jumped onto the wall then to the ceiling, climbing the walls upside down towards the noise. She first saw a group of officers pinned to the ground by something invisible, placed by a robber holding a dark trumpet-shaped device. The second robber was holding a massive firearm, with a series of circular indentations giving off an odd blue glow. Hazel deduced that was what blasted the door off. The last robber seemed to be wearing a backpack that extended 2 long metal arms and talons that was grabbing as much cash as it could from the vault, stuffing it into a bag. Each of them wore a black mask, with only their eyes and mouths carved out.

“Trumpet Man, Blaster, and… Noodle Arms,” Hazel mumbled to herself, giving each of her targets nicknames so that the author doesn’t have to write ‘robber’ a bunch of times.

Hazel slowly descended down, hanging from a web upside down until she hovered in the middle of the distracted robbers. The trio didn’t notice her until she cleared her throat.

“Hey, guys! Can I make a withdrawal real quick?”

In a swift, calculated motion, Hazel webbed Blaster and Noodle Arm’s eyes as soon as they turned around. Their shouts of surprise were muffled as she leapt towards Trumpet Man, where the hostages were pinned down. Trumpet Man tried to hit Spider-Woman with his weapon still pointed at the officers— and Hazel easily dodged the pathetic attempts, giving a good punch to his face. The device fell to the ground, and the officers were free.

“Get out of here!” Hazel yelled to the officers. They obeyed as Trumpet Man tried to reach for the device on the floor. Hazel used her webs to grab it first, then attempted to rip it apart.

“God, what is this made of?” Hazel mumbled at the complicated design of the weapon. After a few hits, a crack echoed through the room as the weapon gave away. She was surprised at the energy core— a small orb, the size of a marble, which radiated blue. It was unlike anything she had seen before. Hazel pocked the orb and threw the rest of the machinery pieces towards Trumpet Man as she felt her body snatched by two forceful hands— Noodle Arms had lunged, catching her off guard.

“Looks like Spider-Girl’s come to play,” Noodle Arms sang, pulling Hazel’s body forward then smashing her to the ground. As her body made contact with the concrete, she grabbed onto a fallen chair and threw it towards Noodle Arms, causing him to fall back and lose grip on Hazel.

She twisted her body and broke free, somersaulting backward and landing in a crouched position. “Nice try, but I’ve already dealt with a guy with 6 extra arms. 2 arms? That’s child’s play.”

She moved closer towards Blaster, who had been completely disinterested in whatever Hazel and the other robbers had been doing. As Hazel stomped closer, his attention shifted from the money bag to Spider-Woman, his eyes completely apathetic.

“Alright, let’s finish this up,” Hazel said.

Blaster cackled. He pointed the weapon towards Hazel, its entire shape pulsing with a blue electric glow. Electricity crackled around its barrel, as an unsteady vibration filled the air.

“Yeah, I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

And he pulled the trigger.

Your breaths came in shallow gasps as you approached the bank. You had run for what felt like a good 20 minutes, which was enough to get you winded. Which was lowkey embarrassing, but you had no time to dwell on your lack of stamina. You latched onto the nearby policeman, heart beating out of your chest.

“Officer, please, my friend is in there–”

The officer gently pulled you away, attempting to hold you steady. “-There shouldn’t be any civilians in there, kid. Calm down.”

You shook your head. “No, You don’t understand— my friend, she was in juvie, and I think she’s being blackmailed into helping the robbery or something, and you need to help her–”

“-Juvie?” The officer cocked his head, then leaned in closer, serious. “Okay, I’m going to have to write this down. So you’re saying one of the robbers is a teen?”

“She’s not a robber— At least I don’t think— I—” You fumbled, not wanting to get Hazel arrested. She didn’t exactly say what she was doing, and you didn’t want to get her into deeper trouble than she already was in. But what could you say to the officers without handing Hazel over to them as if she was a criminal?

Before you could continue your words, a loud BANG exploded from the bank.

Without thinking, you ran into the building. You could hear the officer trying to stop you but you ignored them, sprinting towards the door– or rather, the lack of one— and you immediately began screaming.

“Hazel! Hazel!” You screamed, running into the building. You ignored the mess of broken concrete on the floor, eyes scanning for any signs of your friend. “Hazel!”

You could hear coughing from the deeper part of the bank, and you ran up to the sound, waving off the dust that settled all around you. Your eyes caught sight of the far away wall which had completely smashed down, creating a gaping hole identical to the one of the bank’s door. The air hung heavy, making every breath a struggle. Amidst the confusion, you spotted the friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman sprawled on the ground, her body heaving with coughs as she struggled to regain her breath. Around her was a chaotic scene– remnants of a recent explosion littering the area.

You suddenly felt an immense amount of panic seeing Spider-Woman, the literal hero of this entire place in such a shaky state. You slowly backed away, your body reacting and telling you to fuck everything and run out of the door– but you stepped on a particular chunk of wall, making a very loud CRUNCH.

Hazel immediately turned towards the sound, her heart dropping when she saw you.

“Don’t come any closer!” Hazel screamed, scampering to her feet. “Turn around and run!”

You tried to do as you were told– you really did. But your body froze up in a state of fright, your eyes focusing on the three robbers that slowly emerged from the wall’s hole. You pointed towards them and Hazel turned, groaning before running up to you.

“What are you–” -Hazel deepened her voice. “-I mean, what are you doing here, uh, miss?”

“I-I’m looking for my friend,” You choked out, suddenly realizing what a stupid idea this was. Spider-Woman was here, which meant this situation was a Spider-Woman level threat. You could be in real danger. But so was Hazel. “Her name is Hazel and she- she’s in here. She has blue eyes and– and dark, really messy sort of hair.”

“It’s not that messy,” Hazel mumbled, grimacing at the word ‘friend.’ She then grabbed you and pushed you out of the way as a concrete chunk from the wall was thrown towards the two of you. “Watch out!”

You tumbled to the floor, and Hazel quickly grabbed you and got low behind the mess, whispering to you.

“Listen to me. You’re going to do as I say.”

“But my friend–”

“-She’s fine. She’s not here. She’s waiting for you outside, okay?” Hazel argued. “I’m going to distract the robbers, and as I’m doing that, I need you to run towards the door. Just run, don’t look back, and I’ll handle everything, okay?”

You hesitated.

“Answer me!” Hazel yelled. “Okay?”

“Okay!” You yelled back, letting Spider-Woman give you a pat on the head before swinging towards the robbers.

You scrambled to your feet, the only thing in your ears the rushing sound of your own heartbeat. Spider-Woman’s familiar voice echoed in your mind; Just run, don’t look back. But as the floor rumbled and walls cracked, you couldn’t stop yourself from turning around, your eyes following Spider-Woman as she confronted robbers.

Hazel, not knowing you were stubbornly still in the building, intensely fought against the robbers. She moved with austere agility, using her webs to swing between the men, landing kicks and punches through the bits of rubble they threw at her.

Trumpet man, without his weapon, pretty much rendered useless hits before Hazel managed to web him by the wall. Noodle Arms lashed out, trying to capture her, but Hazel was always a step ahead, dodging and weaving through the attacks.

While she was distracted, Blaster adjusted the dials on his weapon, his fingers moving over the controls with an angry precision. Recovering the weapon’s blue glow, he aimed it at Spider-Woman.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw you, amidst the wreckage and dust— face pale with fear as you stared at Spider-woman’s movements.

“Oh, fuck,” you muttered, realizing you have been noticed by a robber. You had to move. You had to move. But your legs felt like twigs, about to break if you tried to take another step.

An amused grin spread across Blaster’s face, as he redirected his aim towards you.

Hazel’s spider-senses instantly flared, a tingling sensation shooting through her body. Her head turned towards the warning, just in time to take in the sight of a weapon aimed directly at you, its blue glow intensifying.

“(Y/N)!”

Without a second thought, she pushed off the ground with all her remaining strength, launching herself through the air.

The weapon fired, a blinding burst of blue energy hurtling towards you.

Your body recoiled as a reaction, eyes shutting tightly expecting the blow.

A sudden, violent crash echoed through the bank, followed by a strangled cry.

You braced yourself, waiting for the inevitable.

But seconds passed, and the expected pain didn’t come.

You braced yourself, eyes tightly shut, waiting for the inevitable. But seconds passed, and the expected pain didn’t come.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, looking through the haze of smoke and debris. Spider-Woman was on the ground, her body shaking from the attack. She had flown into the path of the blast, twisting mid-air to take the full force of the hit meant for you– sending a shockwave through the room and throwing her back against the floor, which had spiraling cracks showing the brutality of the hit.

The impact of the blast had knocked the wind out of Hazel, her every breath a struggle against the pain radiating from her chest and back. She blinked away the dust that clouded her vision, trying to push herself back up on her feet. But each movement sent sharp jolts of pain through her body, making her fall back down with her every effort.

Noodle Arms, encouraged by the hero’s weakened state, closed in on her. His mechanical limbs headed straight for Spider-Woman’s body, as she forced herself back up. Swaying, she attempted to fight off the strikes, protectively staying in front of you.

“You’re done, Spider-Girl,” Noodle Arms sneered, his metallic hands heading for her face. In a quick defense, Hazel pulled her face back, letting the claws snag just a bit of the fabric of her mask. With a yank, the fabric tore free.

Fuck.

A split-second of disbelief froze Hazel in place. The rush of adrenaline that had sustained her through the battle ebbed away, leaving her momentarily defenseless— letting a blow directly in her stomach.

Hazel fell back, landing right by your feet as you flinched back. She immediately tried to cover her face with her hands— but you had already seen her, your eyes widening at the sight of the familiar face.

Hazel’s heart stopped.

Not like this.

I didn’t want her to find out like this.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Not like this.

You stared at the familiar face with a stunned expression, your mouth agape.

“...Hazel?”

Your body went rigid, realizing that the hero you thought could withstand anything, save anyone— was your Hazel Callahan.

And she was bleeding out in front of you.

Your shock gave just enough time for Noodle Arms to grab you. Before Hazel could scream your name, she felt a cruel blow to her head. She toppled to the floor, body completely limp.

“Hazel!”

Noodle Arms laughed, grabbing Hazel’s body and tossing her over his shoulder. You struggled against the strong grip on you, eyes tearing up in utter panic.

The man then nodded towards you with a hungry expression. “What about her?”

The man with the glowing weapon walked closer to you, examining your fearful face and then back at the unconscious Spider-Woman, as if to deduct the relationship between the two of you.

Then he grinned.

“Bring her with us.”

“She’s slept enough.” A voice rang. “Wake her up.”

Blaster raised his leg, delivering a merciless kick to Hazel’s head. You gasped as she crumpled to the ground, pain searing through her head as her consciousness started to return.

“You hear me?” The man sneered. He grabbed her by her head and pulled her up to his face. “Get up.”

“Hhng,” Hazel groaned. Her vision started to return– and within her blurry sight she could see you, sobbing on the concrete ground. You weren’t even tied up, just far too scared to move even an inch from your submissive position. Hazel instinctively tried to reach you, but realized that she was chained– her arms tied up behind her with some metal cuffs. Hazel pathetically struggled against the restraints. “Don’t— not her…”

“Keep your eyes on me,” said Blaster, gripping Hazel’s head tighter. “If you want to keep her alive, look at me.”

Hazel gave you a weak look of reassurance before glaring at the man in front of her. Trumpet Man and Noodle Arms sneered behind him.

“Yeah, alright, you got me,” Hazel taunted, head spinning from the brutality of the hold. “How does it feel to win against a teenage girl?”

The man grinned in amusement, scoffing at Hazel’s unwavering humor– before throwing an intense punch to Hazel’s stomach. Before she could properly process the blow, the fingers tangled in her hair forcefully jerked her head with a savage force. Her head snapped backward, setting her up for another brutal hit aimed at her jaw. The impact sent her body to the ground, slamming her onto the cold floor.

“Hazel!” You shrieked, quickly shuffling to her side. Her chest barely moved up and down as you panicked, pulling her to her knees and caressing her face. “Hazel, Hazel…”

“You okay…?” Hazel whispered. You tearfully nodded.

Good. Hazel sighed, leaning into your hand against her cheek.

“Teenagers these days…” Blaster grumbled, frowning at the two girls on the floor. “Why did you have to show up to our little robbery, huh? Now everything is complicated.”

“It’s not that complicated, really,” Hazel wheezed. “You’re bad guys. You do bad things. I’m a good guy. I make sure bad things don’t happen.”

She earned a cackle from the men, as Blaster crouched down in front of Hazel.

“A good guy, huh? You think what you’re doing is good? And what we do is bad?”

“Oh, here we go with the villain origin story,” Hazel mumbled. “It doesn’t matter what your motivation is– you were hurting people. You were hurting officers.”

“And what do they think about you?” Blaster scoffed, his eyes narrowing as he paced around the floor. “Spider-Woman, a vigilante who ignores the righteous law and pursues evil… even the cops hate you. You think you're so righteous, but you're just as much a problem as we are."

You watched Hazel clench her jaw. He had hit a nerve— Spider-Woman did not entirely have a positive image in the eyes of the law.

Angry, you spoke up. “That doesn't justify what you're doing here. You chose this path. You chose to hurt people.”

Blaster nodded, as if to reminisce about his decision. "Choices, huh? We all make choices. Some of us choose survival. Some of us choose power. And some of us," he glanced pointedly at Hazel, "choose to play hero, even when no one asked them to."

He knelt down beside Hazel, his voice low and dangerously calm. "You think you're better than us? That you're untouchable because you wear a mask and swing from buildings? You're just as much a criminal in their eyes."

Hazel glared right back at him, but her mind was trying to figure out exactly where she was. It was definitely not the bank— based on the interior, it seemed to be an abandoned apartment somewhere, probably a hideout of sorts. There were two doors in the room.

Blaster stood back up, the blue glow from the weapon in his hands casting light on his hardened features. He saw you eye the color suspiciously and grinned.

"You want to know about this stuff?" He fiddled with the machine, pressing a couple buttons and taking out a blue orb. "It's not just some fancy power source. This blue glow is the key to everything we've been planning.

"Years ago, I was a nobody. Scrapping for something, anything, in the mines for money. Until one day, I hit a vein. Not just any ore—a new material for a source of power. Unstable, unpredictable, but damn powerful if you know how to capture it and handle it."

“And you chose to build weapons with it?”

Blaster straightened up, his gaze piercing through the orb in his fingers. “Smart girl. With weapons like these, the higher ups would want in. They can finally change the game. No more petty crimes. No more wars. I want recognition, respect—the kind that comes when governments realize what I can offer. This bank heist? It's not just about money. It's about making a statement. Showing them what we're capable of— what we can sell."

The man placed the orb back in his weapon, firing the machine on. You watched Hazel gulp as the machine whirred back to power.

“Okay, well, that’s great for you, but my arm is falling asleep,” Hazel rasped, in a sort of pleading way. “Can we go?”

“Oh, sure.” Blaster grinned again, with the same sadistic hunger as before. “But, before you go, I think there should be a lesson of what happens when a little girl acts like a hero and messes with the big bad guys.”

Hazel’s breath hitched as the men behind him stepped forward.

Blaster gave a nod towards you.

“Kill her.”

“No,” Hazel spluttered. “No!”

“No, please, no,” You tried, stumbling away from the man who walked towards you with malice in his eyes.

Hazel thrashed against her chains, causing her to fall to the floor again. “Stop! I’ve learned my lesson! I’VE LEARNED MY LESSON!”

“Bet you have, doll.” Blaster chuckled. “But I gotta make sure we don’t see your ass swinging through my neighborhood ever again.”

Hazel's heart raced as desperation hit her body, fighting against the chains that bound her. The cold metal cut into her wrists, sending sharp pains up her arms with each futile tug. Her eyes met with yours— she had never seen you so scared.

“Please…” Hazel begged.

Blaster's expression softened, but it was gone as it had arrived. Unmoved by her pleas, he nodded once again, ordering the arms to creepily stretch towards you. The metallic talons grabbed your throat. You tried to fight the pressure, clawing at the machine. But you had no chance, feeling your airway close as Hazel’s voice began to fade.

Before he could snap your neck, a sudden commotion erupted from the entrance of the room. Shouts and footsteps echoed through the apartment, startling everyone in the room. Noodle Arms spun around, his arms losing grip, momentarily distracted by the unexpected intrusion.

“It’s the cops!” Trumpet Man yelled. “How did they know we were here?!”

“It’s your fault! I told you we gotta get farther from the crime scene than this.”

“Shut up,” Blaster grumbled, looking outside the window hastily. “Alright, this is our chance to leave another mark. Let’s blast through them. ”

As the men started to gather the bags of money from the floor while bickering, you quickly crawled back to Hazel.

“Hazel— Hazel, we gotta go.”

“Yeah, just— help me up, please?”

You helped her up, eyeing the door behind you. That was the door you came through— the door to the stairs. You supported Hazel’s body, your arm bracing her shoulders. She winced in pain as you practically dragged her to the stairs, giving a quick look back at the robbers.

Blaster stared right at you, then at your reddened neck, as if to give a final warning.

You hastily turned back, hurrying Hazel to the stairs.

Every step felt like eternity, Hazel’s weight heavy against you. Hearing her breath so uneven and haggard made your body run cold— you couldn't help but worry— what if she died here? The cuffs on her wrists weren’t helping either, clinking with each motion.

You could feel Hazel leaning more and more heavily on you, her feet faltering as she struggled to keep pace. You had to admit your own fatigue— the stairs were too steep, too long. Your legs trembled as you heard footsteps above you— was it the police? The robbers?

“Come on, Hazel,” you whispered urgently, coaxing her down another step. Hazel attempted to put her foot down but she stumbled, gripping you tighter.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped out, holding you so, so close. You could feel her entire body temperature dropping. The tears she did so well to hold now were dripping down her cheeks. “I can’t. I can’t do it, I can’t.”

Her broken voice shattered your heart. You placed her gently down the stairs, helping her sit down.

“Hey, hey— it’s okay. We’ll take a break. Just for a moment, okay? You’re doing so good.” You wiped her tears from her face, moving the strands of her hair out from her vision.

“I’m sorry-” Hazel continued. “This is all my fault I’m so sorry-”

“-No, it’s not your fault,” Hazel coughed. “It’s not your fault. You saved me.”

You stared at Hazel’s appearance— her usually shy and vibrant features were now marred by blood and streaks of dirt. Her dark hair was tousled and matted against her blue and purple face— she was a mess. So were you. You two had to get out of here.

“Hazel, we gotta get down,” You said. “We have to get back home.”

“No– not home. Not to my mom,” Hazel tensed. “Not my mom. She doesn’t know. No– no one can know.”

“So where do we go?”

Instead of answering, hazel’s eyelids drooped. She leaned her head against your shoulder as a weak groan escaped her lips.

"No, no, no, Hazel, stay with me," you sniffed, struggling to keep her upright. You adjusted your hold, keeping her steady as panic settled in your stomach again.

You found yourself sobbing, clutching onto Hazel’s body as it slowly lost warmth. You couldn’t possibly bring Hazel down all on your own— and even then, you were sure where you were and how to get back home.

“Hazel, I don't know what to do,” You begged, looking around the dark, empty stairwell. “I don’t know what to do…”

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from behind. You turned around as a bright flashlight shined into your face. You flinched at the light cutting through the darkness, hugging Hazel tighter.

“Police! Don’t move!”

It was an officer with dark brown hair braided in a ponytail. She lowered her gun as she saw you crying, her eyes landing on Hazel’s spider-suit. Her stern expression morphed into shock, walking closer to you.

You held onto Hazel, protecting her from the stranger.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” The officer insisted, her eyes traveling to the cuffs on Hazel’s wrists. She stared in silence for a moment before turning to you.

“What’s your name?”

“...(Y/N).”

The officer sighed and looked around the stairwell. Her walkie talkie buzzed, asking for a response. Your anxiety spiked— if people found out Hazel was Spider-Woman, wouldn’t that put her in danger?

Sensing your terror, the officer put a hand over your mouth before answering the walkie talkie.

"Stairwell is clear. No sign of the suspects. Proceeding to the next floor. Over."

You stared at her with glistening eyes as she let Hazel fall into her arms, carrying her bridal style.

“Can you walk?” She asked, to which you quietly nodded.

The officer began descending through the darkness. You followed her, tears still streaming down your face as the officer silently guided you down the stairs.

You never thought you would ever be in the backseat of a police car, but here you were, in the middle of the night, with an unconscious Hazel leaned against your lap. The officer had managed to break the cuffs, letting you see the cuts and bruises on Hazel’s wrist. It matched your neck.

You looked outside a window. Rain had begun to fall, each sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the car. It was almost calming, if you weren’t thinking about the fact that Hazel Callahan was Spider-Woman and that both of you almost died today.

“How old is she?”

The officer’s voice interrupted your thoughts, making you jump. You turned your head to the front of the car. You realized she was talking about Hazel.

“...Eighteen.”

The answer seemed to hurt the officer, as she muttered a curse word under her breath.

“...I have a kid her age,” she said. “I’d do anything to keep him safe.”

You immediately understood what she meant.

‘I’m not risking my son’s life by bringing you to my home.’

Instead, you gave her your address. You couldn’t bring her to a hospital, at least, not with what she was wearing. You just had to somehow sneak the two of you to your room.

The officer continued. “You begged me not to take you to a hospital tonight, but I want you two to get checked tomorrow, alright? My husband works as a nurse. Tell him I sent you and he won’t ask questions.”

“Thank you, Officer…” you searched for her name.

“Morales. Don’t thank me.” She stared at you from her rearview mirror, a stern look in her eyes. “And kid?”

You stared back.

“I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Her words were sharp, but once again, you understood the soft meaning behind them.

“Yes, ma’am…”

Officer Morales gave a slight nod, her eyes briefly softening in the mirror before focusing back on the road.

You looked down at Hazel, watching the passing street lights illuminating her battered face. So fragile, yet so strong. You reached down to hold Hazel’s hand, hoping the heat from your skin will warm her. You leaned your head back, closing your eyes for a moment, listening to the rhythmic sound of the rain and the hum of the engine.

The city continued to blur outside the window. And you too, felt yourself blur.

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chickenlizard13 · 2 years ago

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Home to Me

Pairing: Garreth Weasley x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 5019

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Description: There isn’t enough Garreth content, so I’m doing it myself. Takes place after the Scriptorium.

Insatiable Thing (Part 2)

You’re not sure how you made it back to your common room after the events at the Scriptorium. You’d assured Ominis that you were fine multiple times after being hit with Crucio, and that all you needed was a good night’s rest. You were lying. While your body still held an ever present ache, it was your heart that hurt the most.

You’d felt nauseated at the thought of inflicting such gruesome pain on Sebastian, so instead allowed him to curse you, for the sake of exiting the Scriptorium. It made you uneasy how readily he cast the spell on a friend, at least, you thought you were friends. You hoped you were friends, but he’d barely spared you a glance after offhandedly asking if you were alright. Ominis was the one who ran over and helped you up with gentle hands, hovering around you until well after you’d left the Scriptorium. Sebastian barely managed to say goodbye before running off to bury his head in Salazar Slytherin’s spell book, leaving the two of you in the dust.

Ominis asked how you were several more times before reluctantly parting ways, his shoulders a bit slumped as he trudged tiredly after Sebastian. You dragged your heavy heart and exhausted body all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, trying your hardest to reassure yourself that your brunette friend was just caught up in finding a cure for his sister.

You closed the common room entrance and leaned your back against the door, attempting to gather the energy to make it all the way to your dorm. Involuntary sniffles and quaking breaths started escaping your lips as tears pooled in your eyes. You pushed yourself off the door, hoping to make it to your bed before you broke down completely. Each step became harder than the last as fat tears began to roll down your cheeks, your shuddering breaths becoming quiet sobs. You only made it to the living room before your legs gave out and you crumpled to your knees, the action sending dull pain up through your sore muscles.

The common room should have been devoid of students, as it was well past curfew, but you faintly heard a voice call your name questioningly from the couches, swearing loudly as your knees hit the carpet. You were vaguely aware of them vaulting over the back of the couch and sprinting over, worriedly asking what was wrong. Unable to form a coherent sentence, you clutched the robes over your heart and sobbed at the floor. Two gentle hands held your cheeks and tilted your face up to look at them, and you were met with frantic green eyes and fiery red hair, backlit by the light of the fireplace.

Garreth tried again to ask what was wrong, his voice sounding so far away you couldn’t comprehend the words. You shook your head slightly as another sob escaped you, more tears replacing the ones he’d wiped away with his thumbs. His brow furrowed helplessly at your distress and he removed his hands from your wet cheeks. You wanted to beg him not to leave you as he retracted his hands, but soon found yourself being gathered into his arms as he easily lifted you off the floor. Your arms immediately circled his broad shoulders, as you shamelessly shoved your face into the crook of his neck, weeping into him. His strong arms carried you back over toward the couches, where he sat down with you curled up in his lap.

Once you were both seated, his arms came up to wrap protectively around you, one palm resting just under your shoulder blades, and the other cradling the back of your head. Gentle fingers stroked your hair comfortingly as he held you against him and whispered reassurances into your temple.

You felt like you cried for hours, sure that the collar of Garreth’s sweater was soaked and your position becoming uncomfortable for him, but he never faltered. His constant murmurs of ‘It’s alright’ and ‘I’ve got you’ slowly coax you out of your panic, your sobs turning into involuntary hiccups. You thought you felt a few feather light kisses pressed into your hairline, but were too out of it to really be sure.

Eventually the tears stopped and you just sat together quietly, Garreths fingers still stroking your hair, letting you breathe until you were ready. Slowly you lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him. He gazed back at you with concern, searching your face for an answer your lips wouldn’t give him. The hand on your head moved to wrap securely around your waist, keeping you in his lap, as the other came up to wipe the remaining tears from your stained cheeks. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, grazing your jaw with his thumb lightly, before resting his hand on your thigh.

“What happened?” His voice was barely above a whisper, afraid to send you back into the pit of despair he’d found you in.

You shook your head and fought to find your voice again, the sound coming out sad and broken. “Nothing.”

Garreth let out a humorless huff, his thumb drawing unconscious circles on your waist. “You and I both know that wasn’t nothing. Something happened.” You couldn’t bear to look him in the eye anymore, so opted to turn your gaze to your hand resting on his chest. Your fingers started to pick at his sweater idly as your teeth worried at your bottom lip.

“I, um, I was with Sebastian and-”

“Sebastian left you like this?!” You were startled at the quiet fury in Garreth’s tone, the hands on your waist and thigh gripping you tighter. You knew his anger wasn’t directed at you, but it still made your eyes well up again as you thought about tonight’s excursion. You shook your head and glanced up at Garreth from under your lashes, watching him deflate at the fresh tears in your eyes.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it right now.” He relented and pulled you back against him, cradling you. An unspoken promise hanging in the air that you would be talking about it later.

He held you into the wee hours of the morning, gently carrying you up to your dorm once you’d begun to fall asleep.

The journey to your bed was a blur, but you vaguely remember one of your roommates demanding to know what he was doing. He told them to not worry about it and to go back to sleep. After you were laid down and the covers pulled over you, a gentle hand came to stroke your head again. You thought you felt a pair of lips press tenderly against your forehead, lingering for a moment before whispering goodnight against your skin. You soon fell into a dreamless sleep, your heart aching a little less than it had before.

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You awoke late the next morning, nearly bolting out of bed to get to your classes, when a note appeared on your bedside table. You opened it cautiously, worried it’d be Sebastian asking you for yet another favor.

‘Don’t worry about classes today. I’ve informed the professors that you aren’t feeling well, and won’t be in attendance.’

You let a sigh of relief escape your lips as you carefully folded the note again. It wasn’t signed, but you knew whom it had come from. You spent the rest of the day curled up in your bed with the curtains drawn, ignoring the concerned whispers of your roommates. You hadn’t had a moment’s respite since entering Hogwarts, and were honestly beyond grateful for the day of rest.

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What you didn’t know was that, while you recovered, Garreth was on a warpath. Stalking the halls in search of your brunette friend.

No one had ever seen the goofy red-head so enraged, most were too afraid to engage him in conversation, thus scurrying away from him like antelope in the path of a lion.

Garreth finally spotted Sebastian leisurely striding through Central Hall, smiling and waving at the people he passed by. He recalled your despairing expression from the night before, Sebastian’s carefree attitude causing Garreth to see red. He quickly caught up with Sebastian, catching his shoulder in an iron grip before spinning the brunette around to face him. Garreth’s hand grabbed one side of Sebastian’s collar and yanked him forward, baring his teeth as he got right in Sebastian’s face.

“What. The fuck. Did you do?” Garreth’s voice came out in a low, dangerous growl. All conversations stopped as every student in Central Hall became silent as the grave. Everyone waited with bated breath. Waiting to find out what Sebastian had done to put the usually jovial red-head in such a foul mood. Garreth was quite a bit taller than Sebastian, and had lifted him off his heels slightly. Sebastian, unperturbed, sneered back, refusing to back down.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Weasley, but I’d take your hands off me if I were you. Unless you’re looking to get your ass kicked.” Garreth snarled, his grip only tightening, lifting Sebastian further off the floor.

“Don’t play coy with me, Sallow. You know exactly what I’m talking about. What. Did. You. Do.”

You and Garreth were usually inseparable, had been, since you’d introduced yourself in the Gryffindor common room that first day. The two of you were thick as thieves, as well as actual thieves at times, so it was rare to see the two of you apart. Sebastian glanced around for you to ask what the hell Garreth was on about, coming up empty handed.

Realization dawned on Sebastian’s face, he saw the way Garreth looked at you. Everyone did. He barked out a laugh, figuring this was just an envious outburst born from unrequited love. His sneer turned into a condescending smirk, wicked amusement seeping into his voice. “Oh, I get it. You think this big alpha male display is going to finally win them over, hm? Feeling a little jealous with all the time we’ve been spending together? News flash, threatening their friends isn’t going to get them to notice your pathetic school-boy crush. In fact, just wait ‘til I tell them about your little stunt. Certainly won’t be earning you any brownie points.”

Garreth’s brows furrowed in bewilderment, a crazed look forming behind his eyes. “You think this is about my feelings? Are you mad? Fuck my feelings. Explain to me why they came back crying last night after spending time with you.”

Sebastian’s face dropped immediately, a look of genuine concern crossing his eyes as some of the fight left him. “They were crying? Why?”

Garreth’s anger reached a whole new level, completely baffled by the brunette’s idiocy. His grip on Sebastian’s collar tightened as he lifted him closer, Sebastian’s toes just scraping the floor. “I. Don’t. Know. That’s why I’m asking you, asshole.”

Confusion had chased the fight out of Sebastian, leaving him hanging loosely in Garreth’s grip. The red-head could start to hear whispers from their fellow classmates, some of them wondering if they should grab a professor. The last thing he wanted was to explain to his aunt why he’d basically assaulted a fellow student in the hallway, so opted to abruptly drop Sebastian with a snarl and back up. Sebastian stumbled as he hit the ground, just managing to catch himself before he fell completely. He reached a hand to his wrinkled collar and looked up at Garreth wordlessly, a pinched expression on his face.

“I swear on the Gryffindor name, if they ever, ever come home to me in such a state again, I will hunt you down and kill you myself.” Central Hall burst with conspiratorial whispers at his possessive declaration. He was aware you weren’t, and might not ever be, his. You very well could fall for someone else, forcing him to love you from the side lines. Be that as it may, he’d be damned if he let you end up with a man like Sebastian. Not after last night.

Without waiting for a response, Garreth turned on his heels and stalked away, needing to take a walk to cool his head. Sebastian stood there for a moment more, stunned, trying to wrack his brain and figure out what had upset you so. He’d cast Crucio on you last night, but you’d agreed to that, so it had to be something else. He spent the rest of the day looking for you, wanting to apologize for whatever wrong he’d committed, but his search proved fruitless.

Garreth dutifully attended the rest of his classes for the day, wanting to make sure he had notes for you to look over when you felt up to it. He decided against checking on you himself when he returned to the common room, choosing instead to ask some of your roommates how you were fairing. They all said you’d been sleeping all day, figuring you were sick and hadn’t tried to disturb you. Natty, bless her soul, had left some food for you on your nightstand, in case you got hungry.

Garreth slept fitfully that night, hoping that you’d feel well enough to come down to breakfast for a proper meal in the morning.

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The next day, Garreth dragged himself out of bed, having slept terribly the night before. He sluggishly pulled on his school robes and trudged down to breakfast. He scanned the Gryffindor table hopefully, and was delighted to see you sitting near the far end, an unoccupied seat sitting directly across from you. His exhaustion forgotten, he made a beeline for the empty seat you’d most likely saved for him, as you did every morning.

Noticing his significantly better mood today, a few people attempted to rope him into conversation, but he did little more than give them a greeting and a distracted wave, too focused on seeing you.

He sank down onto the empty bench, causing you to look up at him with a soft smile, swallowing your food before greeting him warmly. The look on your face sent butterflies careening in his stomach, causing him to rub at his chest in an attempt to ease their fluttering. You’d only been apart for one day, but he’d missed you dearly. Smiling tenderly back at you, he rubbed your ankle with his foot in silent question. You looked much better this morning, a healthy amount of color sitting on your cheeks and most of the exhaustion gone from your eyes. He released a small sigh of relief when he received a few taps back, turning his attention to filling his plate with this morning’s spread.

He briefly noticed the scarf wound snuggly around your neck, but figured you were just a bit chilly this morning, as a wistful flurry of snow blanketed the school grounds outside. You remained quieter than usual, but participated in light conversation here and there, even allowing some light chuckles to escape your lips. Garreth collected them all and coveted them jealousy, wanting to erase your tear stained face from his mind even a bit.

He attempted to keep his gaze as inconspicuous as possible, but still caught the knowing looks his house mates threw eachother out of the corner of his eye. So it stood to reason that he also caught the moment your features pinched slightly in pain as you watched something behind him. He followed your gaze and saw Sebastian enter the room, looking worse for wear as he slunk over to the Slytherin table. He flopped down next to Ominis and glanced over at the Gryffindor table, locking eyes with you in a silent plea. He then tore his eyes away and looked at Garreth, who’s eyes narrowed into a hard glare, communicating an equally silent threat.

Garreth broke contact first and turned back to you, your eyes still focused on the brunette across the room. You had stretched out your arm to grab another pastry from the pile, causing your sleeve to rise up, revealing the smallest bit of dark bruises littering your wrist. Garreth briefly glanced down at your outstretched arm and had to do a double take, freezing completely at the angry purple lines.

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You had awoken that morning feeling much lighter than usual, grateful for the day of rest you’d been gifted, but desperately needing a shower. You gathered your things and headed to the bathroom, stripping down quickly, wincing a bit from some lingering pain in your muscles.

Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you froze, gaping in horror at the giant bruise covering your body. The wound originated at your sternum where Sebastian had struck you, and exploded outward, covering your whole body in harsh lines save for your face and hands. You trembled as you looked at yourself, the horror of the other night rushing back to you, but managed to take some deep, steadying breaths. Resolving to speak with Sebastian later, you showered and dressed quickly, opting for longer sleeves and a large scarf to hide the bruising. All you needed to do was get through your classes, and you could head to the Room of Requirement to brew some extra strong Wiggenweld potions.

Unfortunately, that plan flew out the window the minute you noticed Garreth’s hard stare directed at your outstretched arm. Your stomach dropped, already knowing what he’d seen. Giving him a panicked stare, you willed him to look at you, but his eyes remained locked on your battered wrist. You scrambled for an explanation, but it was too late. Faster than you could speak, one of his hands had already grabbed your wrist in a firm, but careful hold. The other had deftly unbuttoned the cuff of your sleeve and shoved it all the way up to your elbow, remaining in place. You subconsciously wondered if his lightning fast fingers were a product of constantly pilfering potion ingredients, but banished the thought at the blank look on his face. His eyes raked over your forearm, the bruises looking worse in the morning light. His grasp on you remained gentle, but his breaths became harsh and short, and you could practically see the smoke billowing out of his nostrils.

You called his name quietly, begging him to look away. His eyes remained locked on your arm for a moment longer before snapping up and zeroing in on your throat. You noticed, too late, that your scarf had shifted slightly when he’d grabbed you, allowing the faintest edge of another bruise to peek through. You went to call his name again, but hadn’t even managed to get the first syllable out before the hand gripping your elbow all but tore your scarf off, yanking your collar to the side. His fingers accidentally pressed against a bruise, causing you to wince and recoil slightly. Garreth seemed to snap at your discomfort and released you, whipping around and directing that blank, wide eyed look toward the Slytherin table.

“I’m going to kill him.” He stood abruptly, his gaze locked onto Sebastian, who had witnessed the entire exchange, and could clearly see the terrible wounds he’d caused. Understanding crossed his features, and the brunette’s eyes filled with fear and remorse.

Garreth looked like he was about to launch himself directly over every table in his way to get to Sebastian. You mustered all the strength in your sore body, frantically grabbing Garreth’s wrist as tightly as you could, halting his movements. His gaze didn’t falter, but he stopped abruptly, standing there frozen for a moment before speaking.

“Sweetheart, please let go. I have some unfinished business to attend to.” His voice was deceptively calm, like he was making small talk about the weather, but you could feel the murderous vibrations under his skin. He could have very easily torn his arm from your grasp, but instead waited patiently for you to release him, his eyes unblinking as they bore into Sebastian.

Your heart fluttered a bit at the unexpected nickname, but you pushed it aside. Now was definitely not the time to think about how much you liked that name coming from his lips. You tightened your grip and tugged at him slightly. “Garreth, it’s not- it’s not what you think. Please, I promise.” Garreth’s fingers twitched at your breathy plea, but he otherwise remained still. You couldn’t even tell if he was breathing.

“Then what is it?” His fingers twitched again, and you knew you had to get him out of there.

“I can’t tell you-” His head whipped in your direction so fast you were afraid he’d hurt himself, and you scrambled to finish your sentence before he could interject. “-here. I can’t tell you here. We need to go. Please, come with me.”

Even in his feral state, he knew he could deny you nothing. His eyes roamed your face as you pleaded with him, lingering a moment on your neck before relenting. Taking a deep breath, the first he’d taken in several minutes, you thought, he quickly walked around the end of the table, forcing you to release his wrist. Ignoring the wide eyed looks of your classmates, he grabbed your hand, his grip demanding, and tugged you along behind him. His pace was fast, but not so fast that you struggled to keep up. Students parted like the red sea for him, sensing his wrath. He spared no one a glance as his hardened eyes focused straight ahead.

You walked in tense silence until you came upon an unused storage closet. Garreth yanked the door open unceremoniously and ushered you quickly inside, closing it roughly behind you. His tall form backed you against the door, his quick fingers fully unwinding your scarf in the process. Before you could protest, he’d loosened your tie enough to undo the first couple buttons of your shirt, pulling your collar fully to the side, trying to gauge the severity of your injury. He sucked in a sharp breath as he took in the worsening bruise, the purple streaks becoming blacker the closer they got to the origin point. He brought a hand to your face slowly, using it to gently tilt your jaw up with his thumb to get a better look. You waited for him to say something, anything, your breathing shallow and nervous.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t obliterate him from existence.” His voice was quiet, words carefully controlled. He knew you were nervous. He didn’t want to scare you anymore than he already had, but the wild, untamed rage boiling under his skin called for blood. You could feel his hands shaking from where they held you, knowing how hard he was willing himself to remain calm. Your own trembling hands came up to grip his wrists lightly, needing to steady yourself and him.

“Well for starters, I’d be pretty lonely if you went to Azkaban. I don’t think I could send you many letters there.” Your small attempt at humor was met with furrowed brows and pleading eyes. You sighed and resigned yourself to telling him the truth.

“It wasn’t- He didn’t mean to- It wasn’t on purpose-” A truly violent snarl ripped itself from Garreth’s lips at the thought that this could be anything but purposeful. You had to close your eyes, but forced yourself to keep talking. “We- The three of us, discovered Salazar Slytherin’s secret Scriptorium and-” You let out a shaky breath, idly stroking the skin of Garreth’s wrists as you spoke. “-and, in order to, to escape, someone had to-” You paused for a moment, trying to prepare yourself for Garreth’s reaction.

Apparently, you’d waited a beat too long, and he grew impatient, his voice coming out harsher than intended. “To what?”

You took one last steadying breath before finishing your confession. “-to cast, Crucio, on another person.” You screwed your eyes shut as you let the final words leave your mouth, afraid of the outburst Garreth was sure to display at your admission, but all you got was a quiet, broken sound above you. Your eyes flew open, and you were met with the most sorrowful expression you’d ever seen grace Garreth’s handsome features.

“He cast…an unforgivable curse…on you?” Garreth’s entire body was shaking violently, his lungs heaving, the look of despair on his face mirroring your own from the other night. You wanted desperately to wipe that look off his face, and suddenly found yourself vomiting all the words you couldn’t before.

“Garreth, please. It’s not- He didn’t- He didn’t want to. None of us did. He even offered to teach me the curse, so I could cast it on him, but I- I couldn’t. I didn’t want to know something so vile. And I didn’t want to- didn’t want to force Ominis to relive his greatest regret. So I told him to cast it on me. We were locked in. We would have died down there if he didn’t cast it. It wasn’t-”

“Why were you down there in the first place?!” One of Garreth’s large hands came up to cradle your face, his fingers wrapping gingerly around the back of your head, afraid to hurt you further, but needing to hold you in some way.

“We were looking for a cure for Anne. I just- I just wanted to help. We didn’t know the price would be so high. We found the remains of Ominis’s aunt. She was alone when she was exploring the Scriptorium and- and died down there. Please, Garreth. Please, believe me, we-” You were cut off by Garreth’s lips landing desperately on yours. The kiss wasn’t so much for passion, as it was for comfort. Garreth needed so badly to reassure himself that you were still there in front of him, unable to bear anymore of your horrific story. He didn’t think he could handle another word of sorrow from the person he loved so much.

He tore himself away from you, but couldn’t bear to go too far, your noses brushing together ever so gently, in stark contrast with the fear in his voice. “Please don’t do anything so dangerous again, my love. I don’t think my heart could handle it.” Hot tears dripped from his lashes onto your cheeks, joining the rivers already flowing from your eyes.

“I was so scared when you came back the other night. You looked so heartbroken. I didn’t know how to fix it. It hurt so much that I couldn’t fix it.�� His body pushed you further into the door, trying desperately to get as close as possible. He cradled your head in both hands now, eyes screwed shut against the awful images flooding his mind. A shuddering sob escaped his chest.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it. I love you-” He kissed your lips again. “-so much. Please don’t let someone hurt you like that again. What if you don’t come back to me next time?” Another shaky kiss. “Please come back. Please don’t leave me behind.” He whispered his words into your mouth, into your soul. Your hands grasped weakly at his robes, trying to tug him impossibly closer. Your body screamed at you to stop, but it was drowned out by the wailing in your heart. You loved the man in front of you with all of your being. He was the bright, ever present sun, who washed away the daily sorrows you endured at the hands of Rookwood and Ranrok. Your soul wept, knowing you couldn’t promise him your safety like he so desperately wanted.

“Garreth, I can’t- I have many things to accomplish. Dangerous things. I can’t promise to-”

“Then take me with you.” He whispered the words against your lips, unable to manage more than that. Fresh, hot tears streamed down your face at his plea.

“No. Garreth, it’s not safe. I couldn’t stand it if you died-“

“I will die beside you, for you, before I live without you. I refuse to exist in a world where you don’t. I won’t have it. Make no mistake, my love, should you depart this mortal plane, my soul will chase you into the next.” You were staggered by the weight of his confession. The finality in his tone left no room for argument or rebuttal. All you could think to do was surge upward and capture his lips in a fierce kiss, your mouths moving together, lips slippery with the combination of your salty tears. You only broke apart when you heard the bell tower chime, signaling the start of classes. Your lips met lovingly a few more times before Garreth rested his forehead against yours, opening his eyes to gaze at you softly. His thumbs came up to gently wipe away your tears as he smiled at you, adoration apparent in his tender gaze.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it to class today, sweetheart.” You huffed a laugh as you gazed at his equally tearstained face, the both of you simply basking in eachother’s warmth.

As if on cue, a note appeared beside you. Plucking it out of the air, you open it, recognizing Sebastian’s messy scrawl.

‘I told the professor's you and Garreth would be absent today. They assume he caught whatever “bug” you had yesterday…I’m sorry for what I did. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. Give me a chance to make it right. Please? - Sebastian’

The boy in your arms let out an annoyed huff and buried his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your torso. Your arms came up around his shoulders, one hand sneaking its way into his hair, running your fingers through the ginger curls. “I still don’t like him.”

You laughed quietly in amusement, but hissed a bit as you finally remembered the giant bruise covering your body. Garreth lifted his head from your shoulder, and left a lingering kiss on your forehead before pulling away.

“Come on, let's get you fixed up.”

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