#Lucifer Imagines

[married-to-google-translater]

Request: Hello! May I please request for Yanderes Lucifer and Diavolo from Obey Me! And Lelouch from Code Geass. With a reader who really like their yandere traits? But not the killing part of course (if they kill someone) Thank you and Happy Birthday! I wish you a healthy life!

This request little late lol. Thank you much <3333

This is for Yan Lucifer now.

Diavolo is here

Yandere Lucifer

Oh so you clearly liked the most dominant men?

Oh if Lucifer had known that he would have kidnapped you long ago.

At first, Lucifer would have tried to play nice...

However, when he learns that you don't mind, normal behavior flies out the window.

Lucifer would give you rules that he would expect you to obey.

If you didn't object, he would be more gentle with you.

However, at first Lucifer would be suspicious.

Maybe you're just pretending to get away?

Lucifer soon learns that you're not really pretending.

This would make him happy.

Murder would be something you could negotiate about.

Lucifer is proud that you are his partner, he won't let anyone take you away.

Of course he could stop it but that would mean you couldn't leave his room.

Are you willing to pay the price?

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Echoes of Unwritten Words

pairing: Lucifer x reader

wc: 1.3k

prompt: "You sent letters?"

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“No matter how far we are apart, my heart will continue to yearn for you until the world brings you back into my arms again. Only then shall I be at peace”. These were the last words you heard from Lucifer before you had left for the human world. You kept those words close to your heart for what felt like a millennium, counting each minute that passed until you would reunite again with your love. 

As you stand in front of his office, you feel your heart beating like a drum, the excitement inside you having bubbled for weeks on end. It had been months since you had seen him last, with the new school year finally letting you return to the Devildom once again. Like a moth looking for its flame, you yearned to bask in his warmth once again. Turning the knob, the door opens to reveal Lucifer slumped on his desk. Despite hearing the door creak open, he doesn’t bother to tear his focus away from his work. 

“Luci!” you call out, sending a bright smile his way as you step inside the office.

He hums, gaze never leaving the piece of parchment in front of him.

“My Love?” The sound of his pet name rolling off your tongue used to have him melting where he stood. But now, a sharp glare is sent your way instead, his crimson eyes absent of the loving glint it once held. 

Even as the days pass, your mind continued to search for answers as to what could have caused such a flip in your relationship. It feels like you were once again in square one, back to when you had first come to Devildom. You've tried to talk to him about it time and time again, but he always brushes you off. He either feigns being busy or flat out refuses to talk to you. Letting out a huff, you walk to his office with determination in your stride. You are getting to the bottom of this if it is the last thing you're going to do. You knock on the door to his bedroom, hearing his call to enter. 

“Don’t refer to me with such familiarity. Now please, see yourself out.” He says before continuing to scribble away with his pen in hand. The excitement you once held is now crushed to smithereens and ground into powdered dust. Despite the stinging pain in your chest, you take a deep breath and nod, taking your leave. As you close the door, your thoughts race with questions.

‘What happened?’ ‘Did I do something?’ ‘That’s impossible, I haven’t talked to him in months… Is that why he’s mad?’ 

As he sees you step into the room, he can’t help but roll his eyes. “MC, I’ve already told you. I��m not able to join you. Must you be so insistent…”

You ignore his comment, taking a seat on the couch just across his bed. As you stare into his eyes, you want to grovel from the sheer fear welling inside of you, but at the same time awe at its crimson beauty. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever may come next.

“Lucifer, talk to me. I mean, did I do something wrong? Why are you being so…distant.”

He scoffs at your words. “I have not the slightest clue as to the nonsense you’re talking about, MC,” he glares before continuing, “Now if you’d please leave me be. I don’t have the time to entertain your mindless ramblings.”

You cross your arms, “No.”

The room suddenly feels colder than before as he furrows his brows, a questioning glare setting in. “Excuse me?” his voice deep, almost threatening.

“No. There’s obviously something wrong, so please, talk to me.” 

Lucifer lets out a huff as he crosses his arms. “That’s rich coming from you,” he sneers.

Your eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?”

Lucifer is silent for a moment, pursing his lips as his gaze drops. You take a step towards him, lifting your hand out to reach him. But just as it's inches away, he finally speaks.

“345 letters…” He grits his teeth, taking a shaky breath, “I sent 345 letters…and not once did you ever care to send one back.”

The look of pain in his eyes feels like a knife straight to the heart, but the puzzled expression on your face doesn't disappear.

The demon turns to focus his gaze onto the window of his room. “For nights, I poured my heart…my soul…my entire being into the parchment. And despite how many I had sent, I still knew that they could never convey even a fraction of my love.” Despite only being a few feet away, it feels like you were still in two different realms. Only now do you see the tall walls he had once again rebuilt in your absence.

“Lucifer-”

“It’s an embarrassment how much you had me wrapped around your fingers. I should have stopped after receiving nothing a few days into it. But no, I was a fool blinded by love and still clung onto that stupid idea that perhaps I’d receive even the smallest of signs that you’d missed me too. That I had crossed your mind even once…” His hand wraps into a fist, tightening to form crescent shaped marks onto his delicate skin. Through gritted teeth, he says, “I see it was never the case.” 

No. That’s not true at all. You would have gone through hell and back to be with him again. You have to fight the want to just spew out to him that what he’d said couldn’t have been farther from the truth. First, you have to get one thing straight. What letters was he talking about? Even as you try to rack your brain for anything about letters, you turn up with nothing. 

“Luci I…” You try to piece your words together as you reluctantly place a hand on top of his broad shoulder in comfort. Lucifer’s body tenses under your touch, a touch that once made his once cold heart melt and now seemingly makes his blood freeze. 

“Spare me your excuses, MC.” he hisses. 

“Look. I– I know it looks bad, but I– I just– I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Do not stoop so low as to lie to me.”

“But I’m not! Please just listen to me!”

“I’ve had enough of this. Get out.”

“No.”

“I said get o-”

Using both hands, you guide his face into your gentle hold. You stare at his widened eyes, the windows that showed the hurt, heartache, and turmoil brewing within him—all because of you. 

“Lucifer Morningstar. I have counted every second of every minute until I can see you again. It broke me that I could only hear your voice in the comfort of my dreams. I waited for something, a text or perhaps a note, but nothing came. I swear to all that is good that not once have I received a letter…” 

Lucifer fights a waging war inside of him, one that has lasted for months, with neither side yielding. A part of him screams ludicrous. It was impossible that you hadn’t seen any of his letters, letters that he had poured his heart and secrets onto, ones that he had written in the dead of night to alleviate the pain of longing you had left. 

“Even if what you say is true, why hadn’t you at the very least tried to reach out to me? To any of us?”

“I did, but my magic isn’t strong enough to use in this realm, let alone send a message to you from another”

Your thumb runs along his cheek, eyes set on his.

His gaze falls as he takes a deep breath “I don’t…”, he pauses, pursing his lips.

“I don’t know how you can fix this one, MC”

A/N: I'M NOT DEAD. Hope you enjoy my first fully angst fic <33. I'll be posting Demon Slayer, Obey Me (and l&d maybe) alternately too keep it all balanced. Would love to know your thoughts on this fic and if I should make a part 2. Thank you and see you in the next one :)

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Stormy Night In

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Summary: A large thunderstorm rolls through LA, taking out the power in Lucifer’s penthouse, leaving you both in there alone together until it passes by.

CW: Fluff and that’s it, quick short one shot <3

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The storm outside was relentless, its fury a dramatic display of nature’s power. Thunder rolled through the night, and lightning illuminated the cityscape in stark, fleeting flashes. Inside Lucifer Morningstar’s penthouse, however, the usual brightness was replaced by a more intimate glow. The power had gone out, leaving only the soft flicker of candles to light the room.

You and Lucifer were in the midst of setting up candles, the dim, warm light casting dancing shadows on the walls. Lucifer, ever the devilishly charming figure, was making a grand affair out of the situation, his voice carrying its usual mix of amusement and allure.

“Well, this is rather delightful, isn’t it?” Lucifer said, his tone dripping with playful sophistication as he arranged the candles on a grand piano. “A little power outage—nature’s way of telling us to slow down and enjoy a bit of romance.”

You placed another candle on the coffee table, trying to ignore the occasional shiver of unease brought on by the storm. “Romance? I suppose if you look at it that way, it’s not so bad. But I can’t say I’m thrilled about the storm.”

Lucifer sauntered over, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken. The storm adds a certain…excitement. And look at us—two people stuck together in the dark, with nothing but candlelight and each other’s company.”

He took your hand and led you to the sofa, where the two of you settled under a soft blanket. The glow of the candles bathed his features in a warm light, making his usual devilish charm seem almost tender.

“Now, let me see,” he said, his voice dropping to a more seductive tone as he leaned closer. “How do we make the most of this delightful predicament?”

You laughed softly, feeling the tension of the storm outside begin to melt away under the influence of Lucifer’s charisma. “I suppose we could enjoy the quiet, have a little conversation, or maybe you could tell me one of your infamous stories.”

Lucifer’s grin widened. “Ah, stories. I’ve got a few that might just pique your interest. But first, let’s ensure we’re properly snuggled. The storm outside does have a certain…romantic quality, after all.”

With that, he drew you closer, his arm wrapping around you in a protective and affectionate embrace. The storm’s roar was a distant thunderous murmur, barely audible over the comforting warmth of his body and the flickering candlelight.

As you nestled into his side, Lucifer began recounting tales of his adventures and escapades, his voice a soothing balm against the storm’s chaos. His stories were a mix of intrigue, mischief, and undeniable charm, each one delivered with a flair that made the darkness feel a little less foreboding.

The storm outside raged on, but inside the penthouse, it was as if time had slowed. The candlelight, the warmth of Lucifer’s embrace, and his captivating stories created a cocoon of comfort and romance.

In that flickering light, with Lucifer’s presence enveloping you, the storm outside became a mere backdrop to a night of unexpected intimacy and connection. As the hours passed, the storm’s fury seemed to diminish, replaced by the gentle, soothing sound of Lucifer’s voice and the warmth of his embrace.

And so, in the heart of the storm, you found a quiet, perfect refuge, with nothing but the flickering candles and Lucifer’s enchanting presence to make the night truly unforgettable.

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You were doing your best to hide your trembling, but it wasn't working. Lucifer's eyes seemed to bore right into you.

"You're so pretty," he purred, his eyes flickering over your face. "Is that why Sam and Dean keep you around? Eye candy? So, so pretty... Sometimes you humans can be truly beautiful, you know?" He got up and paced around you, circling like a shark. "Beautiful, but fragile. So easily broken..."

You steeled yourself and managed to find your voice. "If you're going to kill me, just do it. I'd prefer that to this deranged monologuing."

Lucifer froze and, to your surprise, smiled and chuckled. "Kill you? Now why would I do that? That would be quite a waste."

Prompt: "You're so pretty. So, so pretty. Sometimes you humans can be truly beautiful, you know? Beautiful, but fragile. So easily broken."

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[tojirights]

Hello! Would you be able to do Lucifer and the prompt "Your body was made for mine."?

lucifer loves nothing more than to have his hands all over you. he worships every inch of your skin, kissing from your ear all down your neckz all the while whispering sweet praises as he does. "you’re so beautiful, so gorgeous." he sighs, his hands falling to your hips. "see how well my hands hold you here? its like you were made for me, baby." each praise, each kiss, sends a flurry of emotions through you. his hands slide further down, grabbing the fat of your ass, making you bite back a moan. "this body deserves to be worshipped."

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Imagine Lucifer nearly dying, and you clinging onto him.

You had been right at the elevator doors when he came home. Dan had called, told you that your husband, Lucifer, was in a rough way, had nearly died on the job, and was in the hospital. This had been … extremely shocking, considering who Lucifer was, and the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be able to be hurt. But someone had found a way. You weren’t even on the West Coast when it happened, your own work taking you to the East, looking into buying property there for a new Lux nightclub. But you took the first plane back, went home, and waited. You had called Chloe when you landed, and she told you that he was about to be discharged so going to the hospital would only have wasted time. He walks in, Maze walking with him, and you instantly approach before he has a chance to step out of the elevator, walking him into it, holding him closely. “You nearly scared the life out of me,” You murmured into his clean shirt. “How - how could this have even happened?” “Some angel weapon that humans had gotten hold of,” Lucifer hissed, but he put his arm around you, resting his hand on your lower back. “Amenadiel was able to take it away, put it somewhere safe. But it is a comfort to have you here rather than on the other side of the country.” “If you think I’m leaving you anytime soon, you’re wrong,” You said, kissing his strong jawline. “You’re stuck with me. Like the smell of sulfur in hell.” “Could you at least wear the sexy nurse costume as you take care of me?” Lucifer asked with a smirk. “I could be persuaded.”

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Like I literally have second hand embarrassment for Vox after seeing what Alastor ACTUALLY is like in a rivalry.

Like homie wishes he could be that close to Alastor 😂😂

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Late night slow dance 🎶

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"Dearest...I think that's enough"

"No its not"

And there goes another few rounds where you smother your boyfriends face with tons of kisses. He brought you many lipsticks and lip gloss, so it is only right you try to see the shade that matches, right? the shade, which makes his face feel even more ethereal. The only correct way to let people know that you're his and he's yours.

"Hmm... I think this shade suits your face better!" You moved the ones which made his face look more delightful. Shades of pink, red, coral, and all.

He did say that the number of kisses you gave him till then were enough, but deep down, he craved more. The way your soft lips felt against his skin left him breathless. The way areas where your lips left left a tingling and burning sensation, which, rather than being unpleasant, was more exciting

What was even more addicting was the way you would gently cup his face with your hands and attack his face ferverently. This was best for both of you. You get to have the ego boost after smothering or rather painting his face with your kisses, and he gets access to your unlimited display of affection.

"There! Now that's more like it you look like my lover now" putting emphasis on the word, you were grinning from ear to ear while admiring your masterpiece. When you tried to get up from his lap though...

"Now now dearest I think it is my turn to get what I have been seeking"

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[married-to-google-translater]

Can I get headcanons for Lucifer reacting to the reader getting really mad at him and instead of talking about her feelings, she teaches Diavolo slang to get back at him. I just want headcanons of Lucifer suffering as Diavolo says "pog".

Lucifer

You and Lucifer were arguing about something really stupid.

About something that didn't even matter.

But you were stressed about studying.

And Lucifer was stressed about the paperwork.

So now you're taking stress out on each other.

And you were indeed losing the argument.

Because Lucifer is Lucifer…

And arguing with him is not a good idea.

Unless you have a death wish.

So you decided to go and lick your wounds.

When you were on your way to your room, you ran into Diavolo by chance.

And you stayed to chat with him for a while.

It calmed you down.

Diavolo had the ability to make you smile.

Diavolo wanted to make you feel better.

So he asked you to teach him human slang.

And why refuse ;)

Diavolo would be a quick learner indeed.

Lucifer wouldn't understand what he said the next time they had to talk.

He should ask Satan for help.

Because you sit in the middle of a circle of salt and refuse to talk to him XD

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ৎ⸝⸝⠀COCKWARMING ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, x gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. unprotected sex. edging. office sex. public sex. sub/power sub reader. no mentions of specific anatomy. vox is in an online meeting for work. touch starved lucifer. val blowing his smoke on you for fun. non proofread because it's six in the fuckin morning and I have not slept a wink. #summary : in which they keep themselves buried deep inside of you while being busied by other stuff. #note : save me, I've been writing nothing but hazbin smut lately. i should really start working on other shows.. alastor's a bit shorter than the others, can't really think of a solid idea for him and I wanted to get this out as soon as possible

ʚ LUCIFER .

lucifer whines when you force him to focus on his unfinished work once again. he has been going back and forth from attempting to thrust into you, but you always found a way to press him down in his place firmly. he had some unfinished work that he left sitting in his office for almost a week now, and it irritated you. that's when you offered to cockwarm him while he worked, get him to finally get his hands on those unfinished works.

being absolutely touch starved, lucifer agreed without hesitation unaware of how miserable and impatient this will make him. his hand remain on his working desk, occasionally scribbling some words and a signature on the paper filled with printed words. he does his best to resist the urge to finally thrust into you, worried that you'd leave him unsatisfied if he doesn't do as he's told.

but there's a limit to how much he can contain himself, especially when he has you sitting on his lap with his cock stuffing you to the brim, when you'd tease him so often by clenching around him or moving your hips ever so slightly. lucifer whines every time, the hand that's placed on your hip squeezing on your flesh desperately.

"can i please.. just finish this up later?" his voice muffled from nuzzling his face into your shoulder, eyes closed shut to focus on the warmth engulfing his throbbing member. you let out a small chuckle, baring your teeth into his neck to draw out those pretty moans of his; his cock leaks pathetically inside of you.

"no can do, luci. you're not going to get whatever you want until you finish up." you pull away and tilt your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto his jaw while giving a quick glance at the papers sprawled across his desk. he's only halfway done with them. "you're doing pretty well, no? you're halfway done."

lucifer groans, annoyed as he picks up the pen from the desk again while reading through the papers. this time, you decide to tease him a little more instead of staying still. you connect your lips with his exposed neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as your hips slowly grind against his. you hear his breath hitch, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping you.

your name spills out from his lips breathlessly, following with a whimper that you love so much. you carry on with your actions, dark marks gradually bloom all over his skin like breathtaking flowers. lucifer shifts to lay his forehead on your shoulder, shuddering from pleasure; you tug on his soft hair, firm enough to lift his head up from your shoulder.

"stay focused, luci. remember what's waiting for you to finish your work."

ʚ ALASTOR .

"oh, what a twist!" alastor exclaims with his eyes glued to the book he's reading, chuckling like you're not clenching down on his cock out of desperation. your eyes are teary as you turn to peek at the page he's on, frustration brewing in your chest. upon noticing your reaction, alastor laughs while moving his hand to cup your face, leaning in with a grin. "don't you agree, my dear?"

you groan, parting your lips further enough to drop his thumb into your mouth, biting down on it. alastor mutters a small "fiesty" before buckling up his hips, watching your eyes widen from the sudden pleasure that shoots up your veins. his arm tightens around your waist to stop you from squirming around excessively.

"put.. the fuckin' book down, a-alastor.." your nails dig into his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt, the back of your other hand hovering over your mouth with a frown on your face. alastor smiles in response, holding the book between the both of you now that there's a gap.

"why, it has only gotten interesting! patience is key, darling."

"it has been almost a whole fucking hour, alast-" your words get cut off by yet another harsh thrust of his hips, an uncontrollable moan slipping off your tongue. a low, barely audible grunt could be heard coming from alastor because of how you're squeezing around him like your life depends on it.

slowly, he places the book down, pushing two digits into your mouth as his sharp nails graze past your gums. your tongue swirls around them, gaze fixated on his that seems to be mocking your desperation. you grind your hips, wanting to feel more of that sensitive spot in you being stimulated by his tip brushing against it. alastor grunts every time you tighten around him, the feeling making his skin jump and his eyes close shut from the pleasure he receives.

you reach for the book to toss it aside, not allowing him any chance to get it back and return to what he was previously putting you through. he laughs at the action before getting cut off by yet another groan, a frown slowly finds its way to spread across his face despite the grin that remains on his lips.

"the book shall wait after all."

ʚ VOX .

the sound of vox's workers and colleagues echoes through his workplace, the source of it coming from the laptop that sits in front of him. he's holding an urgent meeting with them to discuss some things about work, yet you're here obediently sitting on him, cockwarming him. your arms hug his neck tightly, hands grabbing tightly onto his shirt while listening to him speak to the people in call.

you bite down every moan that builds in your throat, not allowing any sound to be heard by anyone but your partner. times when vox isn't discussing important matters, he leans into your ear to whisper praises, thrusting into you, and stops so suddenly when you're close to release.

he grins as you whine at the sudden loss of friction, skin flushed while feeling him draw lazy circles on your hips with his thumbs. he starts speaking again just when you're about to voice your frustration, drawing out a grumble from you. you stay there unattended, glancing at the part where the two of you connect; you're craving release, and you're done waiting.

with a steady pace, you move your own hips while holding onto his shoulders for support. vox's head snaps toward your direction, teeth gritting as he bites back the groans that threaten to leave his lips. he tries to hold you down, but his body betrays him and allows you to carry on with your movements. his head tilts back to lean against the headrest of his chair, the words that his workers speak gradually shifting to a blur in his mind.

"fuck, w-wait," his breath grows heavy, barely managing to keep his eyes open as you fuck yourself on his cock. you're supposed to be cockwarming him, not riding him. he has allowed you to the point of no return, how is he going to carry on with the meeting now? you grab him and connect your lips with his, drinking in his groans like how he does to your moans.

ignoring the calls of his name from the meeting, he pulls you closer by the waist as you grind yourself on him. it wasn't until he started getting annoyed by the meeting that he broke away from the kiss, strings of saliva still connecting your lips while his hand reached out to shut the laptop down. the room falls to a sudden silence, the only sounds that remain are your heavy breathing.

"you're gonna fuck up my company if this carries on," vox snickers before crashing his lips with yours again, hands holding onto your hips to thrust into you without anything holding him back this time.

ʚ VALENTINO .

you still can't process the fact that you're in valentino's studio with his cock buried deep inside of you while people walked around to work on set. valentino takes puffs from the cigarette he holds between his fingers, often ordering and even yelling at people as they rush to obey his commands.

nobody pays any mind to the both of you; in fact, they see it as something normal. after all, they're working for a porn producer, what is there not to be normal? you keep your face stuffed in the fluff of his coat, hands gripping tightly onto his outfit while still trying to adjust to how good he stretches you apart. everyone has just started working, and the set is still being prepared for a new film.

"you're tighter than usual my love, are you that excited to be around everyone?" he teases with a mocking tone, puffing out a wisp of pink smoke onto your flushed face. you lightly shake your head with a whine, the smoke that you inhale causing your vision to spin immediately. humming, valentino lifts your body up with the help of his lower pair of arms before roughly slamming you back down onto his cock. "I doubt that. you've always loved being fucking in public, no? look at you,"

you gasp, body tensing as a moan escapes your throat. you immediately bite down on your lower lip, eyes screwing shut while simultaneously having your body trembling under his hold. you don't want to draw too much attention to yourself, yet the idea alone excites you in an odd way that you never knew it would. noting your reaction, valentino continues repeating the action before stopping promptly, feeding himself with your choked back moans.

"keep looking pretty like that while i work, i'll have a reward waiting for you." you mewl at his words, giving him a weak nod while tugging onto his shirt. he takes another long drag from his cigarette before letting his gaze fall onto the prepared set displayed in front of him, eyes scanning for the stars of the show in the room.

he would moan softly into your ear whenever you clenched around him, teasing you with his mere voice and carrying on with his work. you don't complain, though, considering how you'll be fucked into a moaning mess once he's done with work.

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fallen angel worshipping your body for the first time. eyes widening in adoration, as though seeking salvation in your flesh alone. his fingertips ghost over your soft skin, lips murmuring praises against your bare neck- warm and desperate-before he takes you raw.

"you're so divine," he groans in your ear, his large wings shudder, feathers rustling as he thrusts deeper into you-eager for more. his faintest whispers send shivers down your spine. "forgive me, love.. heaven was wrong. you were made for me. only me. understand?"

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