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I think the most important part to focus on is that Jack died Looney Tunes-style after having a western stand off with a seagull. Good riddance.
#and it does not matter if ed and jack slept together#it is not a lesser read if they didnt sleep together#in fact i think it makes more sense for cj's character#he's lying out of his manipulative ass to try and pry stede and ed apart#only to fins out that stede is a better man than him#and consent king who loves ed#and isnt gonna judge him on his past#he didnt even blink an eye at ed murdering his dad
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There's something kind of sweet and also heartbreaking about the changes in Ed's sleeping arrangements aboard The Revenge.
We don't know where he was sleeping when Stede was unconscious but since they had, technically, just invaded The Revenge and since we do know that Ed spent a ton of time watching over Stede, it's safe to say that he probably slept on the couch in Stede's quarters. It would be odd for a pirate captain not to just take over the other captain's quarters after taking over the ship. Plus, it gave Ed the excuse to look after Stede and go through his fascinating stuff with some privacy. But after Stede wakes up?
We see several instances of Ed sleeping on the deck of the ship. There's the marmalade scene where Stede brings him breakfast "in bed" and Ed had been asleep up at the front of the boat. Another scene shows them having breakfast again, with Stede bringing Ed tea and the fact that they're having it on deck and Stede brought it to him indicates that Ed was still sleeping on deck. Ed hangs out in Stede's quarters during the day and is plenty comfortable sprawling on the furniture but when it comes to where they are sleeping at night, once Stede regained consciousness, Ed didn't sleep there. When they almost kiss in the moonlight after the party, they go in opposite directions to sleep for the night and Ed again goes back to his spot on deck. What's interesting about this is that Stede has a perfectly good couch.
He's also literally *The Gentleman* Pirate-- like, there's no way that he didn't offer Ed that couch. It means that Ed wasn't sure how he felt about staying the night in Stede's rooms while Stede was conscious, which is a far cry from how he basically lived there when Stede was unconscious. Ed doesn't seem to particularly care who knows about him and Stede and he and Jack were hardly a secret so it's not a matter of not wanting rumors to spread with the crew. They probably would not have thought twice about Blackbeard getting some form of actual bed to sleep on, as opposed to sleeping on deck like many of the rest of them. It's almost as if Ed was already pining so badly by this point that he didn't think he could get through sleeping in the same spot as Stede all night.
It's also respectful and gentlemanly. It's showing consideration for The Gentleman Pirate. :)
We do see that Ed is comfortable enough to claim the couch for a nap during the day (hilariously, right when Stede is getting everything set for their treasure-hunting date) and Ed's general comfort with being in Stede's quarters and sharing his things happens from the start pretty organically. Ed just doesn't want to sleep there at night, though. Too much of a reminder of what he would like and, at that stage, could not have.
Then, there are events that keep them from sharing a sleeping space, even if they wanted to. The night Ed spends on the beach with Jack. The bunk beds they are assigned (and don't really end up sleeping in) at privateer camp. Everything goes wrong and then goes right and then goes wrong again. The first night that they were going to spend sleeping in the same spot with both of them conscious was whatever sleep they got after rowing away from the dock in the finale but Stede didn't show. Then, we have Stede (barely surviving lol) sleeping Mary's bed, where he does not belong, and we have Ed rowing all the way back to The Revenge just for the last shot of him in the season being him sobbing in Stede's bed, alone without the man he'd wanted to share it with.
I guess what I'm saying here is that there's almost no way we don't get some kind of cuddly, literally-sleeping together scene at some point.
#omfd#our flag means death#gentlebeard#blackbonnet#blackbeard#edward teach#stede bonnet#the gentleman pirate#ed teach
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could you write something about claire comforting leon after vendetta? loving your cleon fics! đ
So this kind of combined with a fic I was already in the process of writing. Then I re watched Vendetta and it grew even more. Iâm still trying to decide if I want to make it a super long one-shot or a multi chap. yet so here, take this sneak peek to tie you over until then! ( Also I donât have a title for this yet lol, suggestions are welcome). Writing under the cut but be warned it is super angsty and is heavily focused on the topic of addiction so if that is a trigger for you please do not read this. ( Also also, writing addiction is super hard yaâll)
Itâs an inarguable fact that the mission went south. Further than south actually...Leon wasnât sure if there was an actual word or phrase for how things ended. Theyâd been so closeâŠ.so close. But so close doesnât mean shit when you essentially lead a whole team of agents to their death.
Deep down Leon knows it wasnât really his fault - theyâ ed been ratted out and on top of that they were all just doing their jobs. Jobs for which everyone knew the risks but accepted them anyway. He tries to remind himself that he barely made it home at all - a fact that was becoming scarily too common. But at the end of the day, when the facts were laid bare, it was impossible for him to ignore his guilt due to his actions, or lack of, in what transpired. Leon got to go home, no matter how emotionally or physically battered, heâs home surrounded by his wife and his two little girls. Several of his team members had families - wive, husbands, and kids that will never get to see them again.
Claire tells him every night in bed as she holds him tight - not to break him but to hold him together - that he did everything he could. That he always does everything he can but sometimes, they just canât save everyone. But he wants to. He desperately wants to. Itâs why he became a police officer, why he specifically requested to be placed in Raccoon, why he drove all the way to a doomed city despite being told to stay away. Itâs why he continues to help Ada no matter her misguided morals and sense of self-preservation. Most importantly, itâs why he even began his current job - to protect Sherry. Heâd do anything for that girl. In a way, she was his first daughter.
So, he tries to believe what his wife tells him. He tried to bury himself in his work like always, something that has lead to many a disagreement between him and Claire. That only took him so far considering a few weeks after coming home he received a call from Hunnigan informing him that he was being given âvacationâ to recover after such a taxing mission - in reality, he knew to was more because of his resurfacing self- destructive and obsessive behavior. When that fell through he began to live and breathe his daughters even more so than usual. That only takes him so far considering, during the day, Isabelle was at school, Claire had work, and little Olivia spent the day at daycare. Technically, now that he was home all the time, Liv didnât have to go but both he and Claire agreed that no matter how much the little girl would prefer to stay home with Daddy it would be better not to interrupt her routine. His âvacationâ really is only temporary and eventually, the daycare would have to start again which means the fight to get Olivia to attend would start again and that was something both parents would rather avoid.
 So, with a guilty conscious and an empty house, Leon did the only thing he could think of - drinking. Alcohol was his main crutch back in the day before he reconnected with Claire. It had taken a good while for him to turn his life around back then and heâs not proud of himself for re-lapsing but in this moment of weakness with no one to stop himâŠ
Thatâs a lie and you know it. You have plenty of reasons not to do it. Three in fact. Theyâll be home soon...do you really want them to see you like this?
 No. The answer was always no. Of course, he didnât want his family to see him like this and of course, they were a dam good reason to turn away from the bottle. But, one thing Leon has learned in his life is that what should be easy hardly ever is. He doesnât want his daughters to see him like this so, his solution? Hideaway, keep to himself.Â
Separating himself from his family seemed like a good solution but as he spends more and more time away from them, separated by a wall of his own creation, he feels worse. Leon constantly found himself asking, over and over why he does what he does, why he keeps going. Claire, Isabelle, and Olivia were always the answer to those questions so the distance slowly building in their relationships only aided in worsening his guilt and anxieties. So he leans even harder on the Scotch. This means he separates himself even more - a vicious cycle that he canât see an end to.Â
When did you start asking the same questions about your personal life that you did your work? There was supposed to be a separation. Not anymore. Look what youâre doing to yourself, youâre miserable. Your family is miserable. Is that what you want?Â
No. The answer is always no. He doesnât mean to hurt them but he is. Which is why Claireâs words shouldnât have been surprising.
âYou need to leave.â
âWhat?â He couldnât have heard her right.
 âIâm serious Leon. I donât want to have to do this but you have left me no choice. Your complete and utter...disregard for yourself - I donât want the girls to have to see this. They idolize you and currently, this is killing them to see you like this. Hell, itâs killing me!â
Silence is the only answer he can give her. Currently, his mind is to clouded to argue, and quite frankly, he doesnât want to.
âNothing. You have nothing to say? After everything weâve been through?â
âAngel, I -â She cut him off before he could finish. Honestly, he didnât know how he was going to finish.
âNo, donât Angel me. That would only make this harder. Look I know addiction is complicated and itâs not an easy thing to conquer by any means. I want to help you but right now I have to put our daughterâs first. Iâll help you all that I can but you need to leave until you decide you want help.â
âClaire, I do but... I donât like what Iâm becoming but I canât. I donât - â
âIf you really mean that youâd be able to properly communicate it with me. Until then you need to go find out what the hell it is you want from life. I love you, Leon. The girls love you too, youâre their Daddy but you have to start making an effort to at least try.â
At that she grabs his face, gently - Claire is always gentle with him - and she kisses him. It feels like a goodbye. Or at least, it should. In reality, he just feels numb. When they break apart she holds him tight, with the hope that maybe, if she holds tight enough, she can keep him together.
âTake some time.â she says, âYou just need some time for yourself to find out what you need. And once you do Iâll be here to help you get it.â
And that was that. Heâd held her tight as well and then he packed a bag and left. Leon said his goodbyes to his daughters that night as they slept. When they awoke he would be gone and there would be tears but he didnât have it in him in his current state to face them in their little faces and explain why he had to go away for a little bit.
 He was a good man once, Claire said he still was, that he had just lost his way for a little bit. He hopes sheâs right and that he can become the man that he was once - the husband and the father that he yearns to be.
 So, he takes some time to himself in a quaint town in Colorado. Or at least he tried to until the BSAAâs Golden Boy and Doctor High Hopes jacked his âvacationâ.
#cleon#cleon fic#sneek peek#i tried to write fluff but then angst happened#claire redfield#claire x leon#leon s kennedy#still no title#i'm bad at titles
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LOT/CC fic: Subterfuge (ch. 2 of 6)
Subtitle: âFive Times Sara and Len Nearly Got Bustedâand One Time They Did.â Immediate follow-up to âDate Night.â Sara and Len are trying to figure out their new relationship without cluing their teammates in quite yet. That, however, is easier said than done.
There are a few small Easter eggs here. Thanks to @larielromeniel for the beta! Can also be read here on AO3 or here on FF.net.
Itâs not that they donât want to spend more time alone together. They definitely do. But the Waverider is small, and their teammates are nosy, and thereâs no chance to do anything more than share the occasional short talk, or a few minutes in the training room, or the briefest kiss.
Not if they donât want to spill the beans, anyway.
Len, frankly, wouldnât mind at all. Hell, heâd sort of like to scream to the hills that heâs slept with Sara Lance. (Not that sleeping had all that much to do with it, but whatever. He can do euphemisms.) That he has every hope and intention of continuing to sleep with Sara Lance. That heâsâŠ
That heâs pretty sure heâs falling in love with Sara Lance.
He's never felt this way in his misspent life before, but it doesn't matter. He knows. It's unnerving and exhilarating at the same time.
He's not sure she feels the same. He hopes she does, or that she'll get there. But in the meantime, wellâŠsome time would be nice.
But evenâŠespeciallyâŠon a time ship, that's in short order. Right after their date night in Central City, they get bit by a wave of aberration reports, one right after another, and then a wave of time prate activity right on top of them.
Eventually, it's so frenetic that the team splits up. Amaya, Stein, Nate and Jax go to 2015 Orange City to deal with a confused and angry group of would-be members of the Spanish Inquisition. (Nate and Ray happily toss Monty Python quotes at each other until Sara separates them.) Sara, Len, Mick and Ray head to late 1800s New York City to keep time pirates from pushing William Randolph Hearst and Joseph Pulitzer into instigating the Spanish-American War sooner than the timeline demands.
Once there, Sara, making a snap judgment on the abilities of her people, sends Ray and Mick to Cuba in the service of the New York Journal and the New York World, respectively, and takes Len to the streets of New York City to try to stop the special (and fortunately, very limited) editions both papers had printed with very similar (and thoroughly fake, fed to them by the time pirates) stories blaming new, creative and fictitious Cuban atrocities on Spain.
War will still start, but it needs to start in April 1898, not before.
Len, a former street kid of sorts (his Lewis having died considerably earlier than Earth-1âs Lewis, leaving him and Lisa to the streets for a few years, something thatâd turned out to be rather less damaging than the alternative) had appealed to the newsies who already had the papers. Well, in all honestly, heâd bribed the hell out of them, having done his usual amount of research before leaving the Waverider and appealed to Gideon for a copious sum of 1898 currency. Sheâd calculated the amount that could enter the U.S. economy without ill effect, then grudgingly provided it, Len having figured out how to sweet-talk her nearly from day one.
The kids are willing to hand over the papers provided Sara and Len pay them even better than they could have earned for a long day of work. Sara, eyeing their ragged thinness, hands over perhaps a little more money than she strictly has to. From his slight smile, sheâs pretty sure Len noticesâand does the same.
Still, it occurs to some of the older, more cynical newsies that they could get some cash and still have the papers to sellâŠall they have to do is wait and take them back from this pair of âsoftâ and apparently rich folk.
Despite how everything eventually works out, Sara curses herself for being off her guard, for being a little too self-satisfied at being able to help these kids, forgetting that one doesnât live long on the street by being unwilling to take chances and do things that arenât, precisely, on the side of any angels.
âOw!â She stares down at her bleeding wrist, at theâŠoh, hell, interior of her bleeding wrist, exposed by an unexpectedly sharp blade held in the hand of a filthy and mutinous-looking teenager, who scowls at her just before he reaches down and grabs a bundle of the newspapers, starting to back away.
âAre you kidding me?â she tells him incredulously, before kicking the knife out of his hand and grabbing the papers back with her non-injured hand. âI know we just gave you, like, double your daily take.â
âSara?â Lenâs at her side and scowls at first the injured wrist and then the teen, whoâs just foolish enough to scowl back at him. A pair of compatriots move to his side, then another, and theyâre all clearly trying to decide whether or not to rush the pair of unexpectedly competent intruders.
Len shakes his head, then pulls out a somehow still pristine handkerchief and gently wraps Saraâs (now quite painful) wrist in it. She lets him, keeping an eye on the boys, hearing the others theyâd paid off scurrying away. She doesnât blame them; most of them are just kids, and even with her wrist, the biggest part of taking this lot down will be not hurting them too muchâŠ
But then, another teen is there, shoving the one whoâd held the knife backward, standing between him and Sara and Len. Heâs shabby like the others, but not quite as disreputable-looking, somehow, and there are a few other kids lingering around with him, like theyâre letting him take the lead.
Len, whoâs still scowling mightily and holding Saraâs wrist, snaps out, âWho the hell are you?â
âJack Kelly,â the boyâthe young man--tosses over his shoulder. âGet outta here, you two. You OK, maâam?â
âIâm fine,â Sara grits out, even as she knows sheâs not. If she doesnât get back to Waverider, there could well be damage, especially since the blade had been quite dirty. Infection doesnât respect League training. âThanks.â
âDonâ mention it.â The young man eyes his opponents, then yells, âScrapper!â, nodding as another, younger boy steps up.
âMake sure âdose bundles stay here,â he orders, then glances back at Sara and Len. âWeâll make sure these papers donâ get out.â His sharp gaze sharpens a little more as she eyes him. âYeah, I get it. You got some reason not to want dese to spread. And you donât seem like the âoh, my husbandâs in da police newsâ typeâŠcall it instinct. You helped dose kids: you didnât have to pay âem extra, but you did. Weâll help you.â
Len nods back, and Sara gets the impression he recognizes a kindred spirit. âGot it,â he clips out himself. âThanks.â Then, switching his grip to Saraâs good wrist and catching her eye, he tugs it.
And with one more glance at the standoff behind them, theyâre gone.
âYou get to the medbay,â Len tells her as soon as theyâve made it back to the Waverider, parked on a New York City rooftop. âThat looked bad. Iâll check on Mick and Ray, and the others.â
Sara wants to argue, but the handkerchief is soaked through now and her wrist hurts like bloody hell. She nods, and they split, Len to the bridge, Sara to medbay.
Gideon, once her sensors have gotten a good look at the wound, reports that nothing too important (in other words, tendons: Sara knows perfectly well sheâd already have bled out if an artery had been hit) has been damaged, but the injuryâs in desperate need of cleaning. Sara settles in to let the medbay tech do so, sighing and closing her eyes as the wound is numbed.
The process also has a soporific effect, and the next thing she knows, she opens her eyes at a sound to see Len not quite rushing in the doorway. He relaxes as he sees her, slowing to a saunter to make his way across the room at a more leisurely pace.
âI told you she was fine,â Gideonâs voice tells him somewhat tartly. âI was not going to wake her up just to assuage your paranoia or your distrust of my assurances.â
âForgive me, G,â Len tells the annoyed AI smoothly, eyes still on Sara. âIâm anâŠevidenced-basedâŠguy, myself. I trust you, just had to see for myself.â He pauses right at the bedsideâŠwell, chairside, since she hadnât reclined the seat. âHow are you?â
âFine,â Sara repeats, amused, studying him and then glancing at her arm, still wrapped into one of the medsleeves used for minor (and sometimes more major) repairs. âGideon? Am I done?â
âYou are, Captain Lance.â The AI still sounds slightly irritated, although a little mollified by Lenâs apology. âThe wound is clean, and the edges are sealed. Keep it wrapped and try not to use that hand too much for a little while, but it should be fine.â
âAt least itâs my off hand,â Sara murmurs, gently pulled her arm out and studying the thin new scar there. âThanks, Gideon. Seriously. That knife was filthy.â
âThere were indeed some dangerous bacteria in the wound.â Definitely mollified now. âYou are forgiven, Mr. Snart. Worry is a very human trait.â
It may be, but Sara also notices that Gideon no longer even pretends to act like sheâs not capable of hurt feelings or irritation. Smiling, she gets to her feet, but Lenâs standing so close that she has to halt right there, studying his expression.
âYou were worried?â she says after a moment.
A slight smile, but the way he glances away tells her more than any words. âWell, as you said, that was filthy,â he murmurs. âAnd you were really bleeding. I wasâŠconcerned.â
âAh.â She studies him. âThe others?â
âAll well.â He perks up a little. âAmaya said her group is dealing with things just fine, but itâll be a little while yet. Unexpected complications.â
âOf course there are.â
âAnd Ray and Mick say to tell you they have it in hand. Theyâre working together to utterly confound their âbossesâ until the time comes.â He snickers. âTheyâre having fun with it. Rayâs a little surprised to see what a good writer Mick is.â
Len, however, isnât, Sara notices. âGood,â though, is all she says. âSoâŠitâll be a little while?â
âUntil theyâre back? At least a day, for Amaya and crew. Longer for the others.â He blinks at herâŠthen narrows his eyes. âAt least a day.â
âAnd our part is done.â Sara licks her lips. âGideon? Is it?â
âVery few of the limited editions got out, and Mr. Rory and Dr. Palmer are now providing the papers with such conflicting and wild information that it will not be effective for the time piratesâ purposes. And they have already left the time period, presuming that they can simply come back and reap the benefits of their warmongering.â
Their eyes meet again.
And then Len moves a little closer. âI think you need to go rest. In your room.â
âI need to go rest,â Sara agrees, looking up at him. âIn my room.â
They stare at each other.
Then, moving just slowly enough that Sara could certainly pull away if she wants to (she doesnât want to), Len steps forward and sweeps her up into his arms, right off her feet, making her laugh as he turns for the door, heading toward the captainâs quarters sheâd taken over not so long ago.
âI can walk!â she tells him mock-sternly, even as she wraps her arms around his neck and leans into him.
Len smirks at her. âI know. But let me be dramatic.â
âSince when has anyone ever managed to stop you?â
He snickers, but by that time, theyâre at her room. Gideon opens the door for them before they even get there, which would be a bit creepy if it wasnât so handy, given that theyâre already kissing as Len moves them over the threshold, and toward the bed.
âCaptain Lance? Mr. Snart?â
Len groans as the AIâs voice penetrates his consciousness, rousing him from a sound sleep. Sara burrows into him with a sleepy and annoyed murmur, burying her head in his collarbone, but then sighs, pulling away just a little.
âWhat?â she says with annoyance laced with concern. Gideon really wouldnât bother them without reason, Len knows, but that doesnât mean they want to let reality enter their warm cocoon. (His natural body temp is a little lower than the average, but between the heat theyâve generated and the insulation of the cover, itâs quite cozy.)
âMr. Rory and Dr. Palmer are approaching the shipâŠâ
âWhat?â Sara sits bolt upright, and while the view is lovely, Lenâs a little distracted himself, trying to figure out how much time has passed while they were so thoroughly enjoying themselves.
âThey brought the jump ship back,â Gideon tells them. âThe current timeline is stable and as it should be.â She pauses. âIt seems the time pirates found them out much sooner than we anticipated and came to eliminate them. It did not work.â
Thatâs good, but⊠Len and Sara both groan. âThey didnâtâŠâ Sara starts.
âThe pirates are in the custody of the Spanish authorities, rethinking their life choices.â Gideonâs tone might almost hold amusement. âThat is Dr. Palmerâs choice of words. Also, one or two may be slightly singed.â
âAnd thereâs Mickâs.â Len sighs. He glances at Sara, whoâs eyeing him, and realizes just what sheâs thinking. Itâs not at all what heâd like her to be thinking. âYou want me to get outta here before they can figure out where we are, donât you?â
She sighs, bringing her legs up to her chest (damnit) and wrapping her arms around them.
âThis isnât how Iâd prefer everyone to find out,â she says quietly. âSoâŠyes. Please donât take itâŠâ
âItâs OK.â He can be patient. He can. Especially if it means a potential future with Sara Lance, and more of the activities in which theyâve spent the past day or so. Peeling back the covers and climbing stark naked out of bed, he hunts down his clothingâŠthen realizes something that might clue any interested observer in. âCrap. Uh. Well, hopefully I can get back to my room before either of them sees me.â
âHmm.â Well, at least Saraâs watching his little exhibition with that particular mixture of smugness and desire, but she blinks at his words. âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât have much reason to be wearing 1890s street clothes, let alone such worn ones, around the ship.â Len brandishes his trousers at her. âThese arenât that comfortable.â
Saraâs lips twitch, but she nods as Len, grumbling, pulls the pants on. âI see the problem. Gideon, help Len get back to his room OK? Avoiding the others?â
âI will do my best, but itâs not like Mr. Rory is predictable.â The AIâs tone is frank, and perhaps a little amused.
Len rolls his eyes, buttoning his shirt. âYeah, yeah. OK.â He pauses a moment, then crosses back to where Sara is watching him and leans in to steal one more, sadly brief, kiss. âSee you later.â
She kisses him back, then sighs and pulls away. âLater.â
âThey are now on board. Dr. Palmer has asked where you two are. Iâve reported that the captain is in her roomâŠand that you are heading for the galley.â Gideonâs tone is definitely amused. âIt is, strictly speaking, true. Your room just happens to be on the way, yes?â
Len rolls his eyes, amused in turn that the AI is showing so much of the personality heâd always suspected she has. âYes, indeed,â he drawls, picking up the pace. âAnd where are they?â
âDr. Palmer is in the library, checking something. Mr. Rory is heading for the galley, but taking a different path, but soâŠahâŠactuallyâŠMr. Snart!â
And then, just before Len gets to his room, Mick rounds the corner ahead of him, pauses, and does a 180 to consider him.
âSo. Weird Snart,â he comments, folding his arms. âSâup with the clothes?â
And so much for no one noticing. Len lifts his chin and decides to power through. âI told you to call me Len.â
The other man shrugs. âSometimes the other name fits more than others,â he mutters. âGideon said you were headinâ for the galley. Thought it was from yer room. Whyâre you runninâ around in that get-up?â
âI had toâŠâ Donât hesitate too much. ââŠto check something.â
Mick stares. âWhat?â
I could really use a rescue right now, Gideon. His brain (which has not been the organ in charge for the past half-day or so) doesnât want to remind him of whatâs the other direction besides Saraâs quarters. ââŠin the medbay. A test.â
A frown. âWhat kinda test?â
Please, Gideon? âSaraâŠâ When Mickâs eyebrows rise abruptly, Len panics and tries to head off any possible misconceptions. ââŠthere were some weird bacteria in her cuts. Just making sure it didnât show anything odder than expected after Gideon tested it. Itâs fine. Weâre fine. Weâre all fine here now. How are you?â
Mick gapes at him. Len considers, then decides to cut his losses, gives the other man a smirk, and tapping the door, ducks into his room.
With any luck, Mick will just forget the whole thing. Right?
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