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Dancing With Visions - Keep Up - Wriothesley - Mambo

Author Notes: So this chapter is a bit different than others. I didn't actually have a specific dance or song I based this one on and instead used past experience from writing a Mambo chapter for my Twisted Wonderland dance series. Nonetheless, I think it turned out pretty good and I had fun writing it. I hope you enjoy.

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Type: Female reader/ fluff/ sfw/ vague flirtation/

Word count: 1265

I leaned back on the couch in Wriothesley’s office, teacup abandoned as I tilted my head to look over at the prison warden. 

Despite being in his office, he wasn’t doing paperwork or anything of the sort. Rather, he was just blatantly relaxing in his chair with his eyes closed, and I’d joined him for reasons I wasn't even entirely clear on.

He opened one eye lazily to look at me, almost like he could feel my stare, “What?”

His tone was beyond relaxed, and I found myself smiling at him before gesturing to the large phonograph on his desk that currently played gentle music that only added to the relaxed atmosphere despite our location in a high-security prison.

“Do you only listen to slower, waltz-esque music?” At my teasing, his other eye opened, and he sat up. No longer reclining in his chair as he sat forward.

“You don’t like slower music?” A smile played about his lips even as he laced his fingers together and propped them on the desk in front of him. Almost as if he wanted to hide his amusement behind them.

I shook my head, letting my head rest against the back of the couch as I continued to look his way, “No, it’s not that. It’s just that I’ve only ever heard you play slower, waltz-time music, so I was wondering if you were partial to waltzes.”

He let out a hum before standing and walking around his desk towards where his phonograph sat, and I found myself sitting forwards hurriedly, “You don’t have to change the music! I was just curious.”

A grin stretched across his face, unconcealed this time, as he stopped the record and went about shifting the needle of the player to a different song, “Actually, I prefer faster dances.”

He twisted, the grin on his face still present as he held out his hand, his fingers curling slightly in an open invitation, “Shall we?”

I laughed slightly even as I stood, “You want to dance? With me?” Despite my words, I walked over to him, letting my hand rest lightly in his.

He tilted his head slightly, his hand wrapping fully around mine as he spoke, “Is there anyone else present?”

He’d barely even finished when trumpets sounded throughout the room, startling me slightly as he swung me to the side and I immediately spun. More on instinct than anything, as I laughed in surprise.

But it wasn’t hard to figure out what style of dance he was aiming for, though he was lucky that I knew it considering he’d given me absolutely no warning.

“Mambo? You like the mambo?” I could hardly keep the surprised glee out of my voice as I looked back at him, barely able to keep up with his quick footwork.

He chuckled slightly, shaking his head at my words, “I am a man full of surprises.” He grinned at me before continuing, “I think everyone in Fontaine knows at least a few dances, and I just happen to like this one.”

I fell silent as he spun me at an almost dizzying pace to match the pounding beat. In some ways the mambo fit Wriothesley very well, though. It was lively and unique in a way that was often unexpected.

It didn’t seem like anyone was ever quite prepared for everything a mambo had to offer, just like how I hadn’t been. And, similarly, no one ever seemed entirely prepared for the man who was Wriothesley.

Most people heard his name and learned of his status as the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide and immediately made assumptions. Lots assumed he was generally unpleasant, stuffy, or even hard-hearted, among other things. 

In reality, though, Wriothesley was far from any of those things. He was young, quite charming, and went out of his way to make life better for those exiled from Fontaine.

While he might not take any nonsense and certainly ensured nothing wrong happened down here, he was hardly the cruel, harsh, or terrible person people might assume he was.

I spun back to face him and started the sashaying steps that the mambo was well-known to use as both of us leaned our heads forward. Pressing our foreheads together as we grinned at each other. No words slipping between us even as I silently laughed at our shared antics.

After just a few moments we’d parted, though, our motions continued to rotate us across the floor at high speeds as our positions changed rapidly.

One moment we would only be connected by our hands, the next his arms would be totally entangled around me before we parted once more. Somehow not getting tangled up despite the complex motions we performed.

I found myself laughing slightly at the oddness of it all, to be dancing such a complex dance where no one could see us.

Wriothesley, for his part, was grinning widely. Looking my way rather than concentrating on his motions as we danced side by side.

Were this performance, we would be having to worry about perfectly matching one another, step for step, so that we mirrored the other. But this wasn’t a performance.

This was totally impromptu, and I didn’t entirely know why we were dancing. Only that I was glad to be dancing with him. And in the end, I suppose neither of us really needed a reason. 

We both spun, me stopping just before him so that he could reach where I stood, hands already outstretched as I grinned at him.

Our motions resumed that speedy rotating through the room, and I practically held my breath as he spun me rapidly. 

He let me stop as I giggled to myself, caught up in the energy of our dance as we continued to dance around the room.

He was slightly out of breath as he spoke, “You must be pretty in practice with the mambo yourself.”

“Hardly,” I was breathing heavily now, pushing myself to keep matching his speeds, “I’m having to fight to keep up with you.”

He grinned slightly at my breathless laughter as he practically slung me into a dip in which I arched back over his leg while he leaned down over me as the song at last ended.

“Looks like you made it though,” His eyes were bright despite their frosty color, and he pulled me up as I grinned back at him.

I stumbled slightly, still holding onto his shoulders as I laughed and tried to catch my breath at the same time, “Yeah, just barely.”

His hands stayed on my arms, gripping them lightly and supporting me as he smiled at me. Shaking his head slightly, though whether it was at himself, me, or the two of us together, I didn’t know, “Looks like another tea break is in order.”

I rolled my eyes before stepping back, still smiling despite myself, “So that was all an excuse to ensure you had to take another break?”

He lifted one shoulder in a nonchalant half-shrug, “Well, now if Sigewinne comes in, we’ll look properly worn out and like we really do need the break.”

I shook my head as I drifted back towards the couch, “I certainly do. Warn me next time before we have an impromptu dance.”

Despite my words, I was still smiling at him as he leaned against his desk relaxedly. Apparently in no rush to make his beloved tea as he crossed his arms and grinned at me with even the slightest shred of guilt, “Well I did ask you if you wanted to.”

My hand found the teacup on the table in front of me and I looked into the empty cup, nodding and smiling all the while, “And I did accept. I guess I know what to expect next time.”

I glanced up at him amusedly and he bobbed his head, looking perfectly relaxed. Like we hadn’t just been dancing speedily across the room, “I guess you do.”

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They say such a shame, I turned out this way- Wriothesley x gn!reader

"The red means I love you." T/w- mentions of murder, wriothesley lore spoliers, mentions of abusive parents, wrio has killed someone Summary- Could you ever love a murderer?

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“Y/n?”

You turned to face your boyfriend. “Yeah, what’s up Wrio?”

“Would you still love me if I was a murderer?”

“What?”

“Again, would you still love me if I was a murderer?”

You were so confused and looked at Wriothesley like a deer in headlights. Shocked, and scared but too scared to move even an inch. But he still stared you directly in the eye. Archons what were you supposed to do in a situation like this? A gust of wind caused you to shiver, or maybe it was the situation you were in. Who knew at this point? 

“What bought this on?”

“You know, I was thinking about… well my childhood.”

Your eyes widened. Your boyfriend was a murderer? Who would do such a terrible thing? Were you next? Wrio seemed to understand you were panicking and tried to calm you as best he could.

“Hey love im not gonna hurt you, you know this.” He grabbed your hand and then began playing with your hair. “It was just my childhood… I think I told you about half of it.”

“Only… Half?”

He sighed holding you closer and burying his face in your neck. He started shedding a few tears, which he never did. You had never seen him like this. Usually, you were the clingy one, but now it was his turn.

“I was adopted right?”

You nodded along, following his new additions to his life.

“Well, my foster parents… they weren’t the nicest people.”

“Yeah…”

“So… I killed them. To save my siblings, I couldn’t bear to see them get hurt like that. Those people were horrible and didn’t deserve to call us their kids.”

You had no words… Sure he had a pretty good reason, but he still murdered someone. 

“I still love you Wrio… they hurt you… They hurt you so much.”

He cuddled you and cried till you both fell asleep.

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CG! WRIOTHESLEY

literally the silliest cg EVER, def one to day things like "Ive got your nose!" and then run off. ~

Very good with kiddos! Despite his little [Neuvillette] being a rather little guy! Especially with the littles in the fortress? gods they're *spoiled rotten* by him! ~

Very good with clingy littles as well! He loved carrying the little ones he cares for around, especially with his office being so big? Perfect for tinies to run around in. ~

will one hundred percent play with the tinies, he's very good at redirecting littles as well! ~

He'll help little ones clean their piercings! "Hop up little one, these need to be cleaned"

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THE FRENCH IS FRENCHING

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Even Ice Melts | Chapter Two

A/N - Hey guys! Here's chapter two! Sorry if it's a tad boring, I promise the next one will be super juicy / fun! Also, tag list sign up is linked below!

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Truth be told, I think that napkins do not matter. At least, not to the extent that I have to decide on a napkin design and crest for a ball that I will only attend for at most three hours. I sighed, looking at the table before me with at least twelve different designs, with the changes of each creme colored cloth being minimal at best, my head falling into my hand. “Do I have to decide all of this? I mean seriously, what’s next? Dishware?”  I asked rhetorically as Violet crossed her arms at me.

“Yes!” She responded, exasperated as she threw the blanket off of a cart that must have held at least 25 different plates and bowls, all of varying design and color. My eyes bugged out my head as I looked back and forth from the cart to Violet. “It is both my duty to your family, as well as to the Ton to make sure that your ball goes as smoothly as possible!” She admonished, tapping her finger against the napkins.

“Violet you know as well as I do that I do not care about napkins, or dishware, or cutlery, or dresses, or any of this. Truth be told I don’t even want a ball.” I responded, staring at the creme napkin with gold embroidery before picking it up and handing it to the stern woman before me.

“Believe me, I am well aware.” She responded, taking the napkin from my hand before handing it off to another servant, no doubt for it to be replicated and used at the ball. She began to place plates on the table, their corresponding bowls on top of them. “But, this ball is not only to introduce you as a lady but also to-”

“Find a suitable lord to court me, yes I know.” I groaned, overwhelmed by the pure amount of porcelain on the dining room table. My mind immediately thought of Duke Wriothesley. It had been a weak since my escapade down to the Fortress of Meropide, and still no word from the Duke. 

The ball was in two days- “Y/N.” Violet’s voice jolted me from my thoughts, as I looked from the bowls to her. A Melusine now stood at her side, adorning the uniform of an officer. I quickly placed my fingers along the china that had garnered my vision, a creme colored plate with gold embossing to match the napkins. Violet nodded as the Melusine began to speak.

“Lady Y/N, you are requested for a meeting with Monsieur Nuevillette at the Opera Epiclese.” She spoke firmly. “I am to escort you there at your earliest convenience.” She informed as she watched Violet hand the chosen dishware to another servant. 

“We are almost done.” Violet assured Melusine before turning to me. “Gold or Silver cutlery?” She questioned as I thought for a moment.

What on earth did Monsieur Neuvilette need me for? “Gold.” I decided, before standing up as Violet nodded to the third and last servant in the room. The man quickly ushered out as the Melusine began to guide me to the Aquabus.

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The melusine guard guided me to an upper room of the Opera Epiclese before stopping in front of a pair of doors in the corridor. She stopped before them, bowing as she motioned to the handles, “Here you are Lady Y/N.” 

I smiled, giving a slight nod to the melusine. “Thank you.” I spoke before pulling the door handle and entering the room, large doors closing softly behind me. The room had bookshelves lining either walls, the doors laid opposite a wall of windows and curtains, through which sunlight shone through. Two couches laid in the middle of the room, a long chocolate colored table resting between the two, a glass vase holding some rainbow roses front and center. 

It was at this time that my eyes landed on the delicate tea set that sat next to the vase, and the man sitting on the couch, not facing me. My brows furrowed as I quickly assessed the head of fluffy black hair. Duke Wriothesley? I coughed to announce my presence.

The warden turned his head over his shoulder, a smirk as his gaze landed on my standing form. “Ah, Y/N. I was beginning to wonder when you’d make it.” He announced, turning back as he poured a separate cup of tea. “Please, sit.” He motioned to the ice blue sofa. 

I rounded the seating, taking a seat in front of the Duke on the center of the couch as he pushed the teacup towards me. I picked up and drank, raising my eyebrows at him expectantly. The smirk on his face never faltered, “I’m sure you know I didn’t just bring you here to drink tea.”

“Whatever do you mean?” I asked, placing my tea back down on the table, “I love this little tea party of ours.” It was now my turn to smirk as the Duke nodded, sipping his own tea. It was at this moment that I noticed the magazines lying on the table. ‘The Steambird: What to expect from Lady Y/N L/N’s Courting Ball!’, the picture on the cover being one of me shopping last week at a fabric store, holding up a violet textile. 

‘Lady Y/N L/N - What Color will the dress be? More on Page 5!’ Hubel read with a photo of me outside the Opera Epiclese admiring the Marcottes. “Bit of light reading.” Wriothesley teased, tearing my gaze from the papers to him. “Seems the media and I are wondering the same thing.” He spoke, leaning back as he crossed his arms, grinning at me. “What color is the dress?” 

“You invited me here to ask me what color dress I’m gonna wear?” I laughed, as the grin was replaced with a smirk, almost defensively. “Relax.” I waved my hand as his crossed arms seemed to relax slightly.  “Besides, I haven’t really… Y’know…” I trailed off, grabbing one of the tea cakes off the table. 

His grin returned. “You haven’t gotten a dress yet.” He spoke aloud in realization. I opened my mouth to protest, but quickly realized I had no words. I shut my mouth in discontent, as he burst out laughing. “What would the precious Ton say if they knew the Lady to be courted in less than 48 hours didn’t even have a dress?” he posed, a smile evident on his face as a blush rose on my cheek.

“I- Shut up!” I implored, hitting the Duke with a rolled up magazine as he continued laughing. “I was supposed to get fitted today, mind you, but you summoned me here for this tea party!” I spoke, striking him with the magazine to punctuate my sentence.

A small knock was heard at the door. “Ah, seems Coutrie is here.” Wriothesley spoke, before standing up. “Don’t worry, this is why I came prepared.” He winked at me before moving to open the door for the Melusine.

Coutrie walked in, holding a room divider as well as a suitcase that seemed to be bursting at the seams. Wriothesley offered his help but the Melusine shook her head, “Hello.” she spoke, nodding to me as she sat her things down. “You must be Lady Y/N.” She looked at me as I could only nod in response, out of shock. 

This was the best seamstress in all of Fontaine, how did Wriothesley convince her- “Have you decided on a color yet?” She asked as she set up the folding wall. I quickly stood up, walking over. 

“Uh, not quite to be honest. The theme colors for the ball so far are going to be gold and a cream color. We were planning on doing silk flowers from Liyue for the tables and vases.” I nodded.

The Melusine grabbed my hand, leading me behind the room divider. “A nice maroon will do then. You’ll match the flowers.” She nodded, before going over to her suitcase. She looked up at Wriothesley who stood on the other side of the divider, her eyes narrowing in on his tie. 

She rummaged through the trunk before finally grabbing a maroon tie. It seemed to be the same color as the one the Duke currently wore, only with a slight floral pattern embedded in it. She handed it to the lord of the fortress. “Thank you.” He nodded, as Coutrie headed back towards me. 

I looked towards Wriothesley, confused. “You… hired Coutrie to make a dress for me?” I asked as he placed the tie in his pocket. 

The Duke took a moment to think before continuing, “Yes, but to be fair I also had to find a matching tie to your dress, so two birds one stone.” He smiled, leaning against the arm of the couch he previously sat on.

He took another sip of his tea before continuing, “Besides, according to these magazines, your dress color is the greatest mystery for this week.” he commented, holding the tea in his hand, “Apparently, even such a great mystery that you have two tails from other Lords trying to figure out what color dress you are going to wear.” He spoke, looking outside the windows as he sipped on his tea.

My brows furrowed. How had I not noticed that? Coutrie had grabbed a measuring tape and was starting to take measurements. “Will you need a corset for the day of?” She asked, placing the tape around my waist. 

“No,” I spoke, watching as the Duke walked over to the windows, looking out. “I uh, I have one. I just wasn’t aware I was going to be fitted here.” I spoke to the Melusine as she nodded, rummaging through the trunk before handing me a corset. I nodded in thanks as she put it on.

“Anyhow, the one thing people will certainly be talking about at the ball is who found out your big secret.” Wriothesley spoke, turning around and walking back towards the surface, making eye contact with me over the dividing wall. “And if you want me to be the one to win, then I’m afraid two things are necessary.” He spoke, placing the now empty teacup back down on the table.

I breathed in as Coutrie tightened the corset, Wriothesley giving me a small sympathetic look. “Total secrecy for your dress. Coutrie here,” he motioned to the Melusine who peaked her head around the divider, giving a thumbs up before continuing to take measurements. “Has promised complete discretion and is the best seamstress in Fontaine.” He nodded, arms crossing as he leaned against the couch once more.

“You’re lucky I owed Sigewinne a favor, your grace.” The Melusine spoke as I raised an eyebrow at Wriothesley, who looked jokingly annoyed at that comment. 

“Indeed I am.” He nodded, “The second thing is that I match your dress.” he addressed me once more as I realized that’s why Coutrie has handed him the tie earlier. “Besides, it’s nice to see the sun for once.” He spoke, smiling as he looked over at the windows, sunlight pouring in through the glass.

I took the time to admire the Duke’s face. My brows furrowed as I stared at the scar trailing down his neck, highlighting how soft his skin looked- “If you feel so inclined to stare, you could always take a picture.” He spoke, smirking as he looked at me out of the corner of his eye.

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks once more as the Melusine grabbed some fabric out of her trunk. She handed it to me, “This is going to be the material and color for the dress. Let me know if you have any problems with it.” I chose to direct my concentration to the maroon cloth rather than the awkward air with the Duke. 

I nodded at Coutrie. “This should be fine, thank you.” I spoke, handing it back to her as she put it back in the trunk before taking off the corset. 

Wriothesley turned to me, “I suppose I should get going. People will talk if we leave at the same time, and we can’t have them thinking I’m cheating for your hand in marriage.” The Duke winked, holding out his hand over the paper wall.

I smiled in response. “No, we cannot.” I nodded as I placed my hand in his. He grinned, before kissing the back of my hand.

“I’ll see you at the ball then, Y/N.” He nodded, handing a  pouch of Mora over to Coutrie, who nodded in thanks as she began to pull out more fabric in preparation for the dress. 

“I can pay you back!” I exclaimed as Wriothesley headed to the door. Heturned before exiting.

“No need, Princess. Just promise me you’ll actually wear it.” He winked before closing the door.

<*> “So… How’d it go?” Sigewinne asked as Wriothesley stared at the mountain of paperwork that had accumulated in his absence. 

Eyes growing wider, if at all possible, the Duke sat in his chair. “I’d say it went well.” He spoke as the medic Melusine placed her latest health concoction on the desk, much to the chagrin of ‘His Grace’.

“You know the deal.” She spoke as he winced before picking up the drink and taking a sip from the waiting straw.

“Yeah yeah. Let me get to this mountain.” He spoke, waving her off as she happily skipped out of the office. “The things I’m doing for that woman…” he trailed off, his pen now scratching the first of many official Fontanian documents to come.

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Let's talk about Wriothsley real quick.

This man has phenomenal character design and his characterisation and personality and lore building from what we've seen is done really well.

The hints towards his background as a criminal, the implementations of him knowing everything and being just a little omniscient, the scars that obviously have lore attached, and of course the voice acting. All of that is done super well and I was so invested in his character-

Until he fucked with Lyney, Lynette and Freminet for quite literally- no reason at all.

Don't get me wrong, great writing, and I feel like if we were supposed to see Rizzly as a villain or if there was an actual purpose, it would've been great (even if seeing Lyney in pain hurts me)

But it's the fact the game STILL gets us to trust him and side with him despite what he did? And that also he was clearly planning on telling traveler his plans, and knew we would tell Lyney, meaning there was literally no reason to traumatize the siblings. If he wanted an audience with Arlecchino, he should blame Neurvillete because it was HIM who said the Knave couldn't go into the fortress in the first place.

I think what really pisses me off is the traveler was so annoyed with Lyney and Lynette during the first part of Fontaine's story quest for lying about being Fatui, but traveler was not anywhere near as annoyed with say Childe, in fact we're even friends with Childe! But traveler is so annoyed with Lyney (even if all eventually smooths over) and then traveler just brushes over what Wriothsley does? Even if we know what happened to Lynette?

I would've been less upset if Traveler and Paimon had been angry with Wriothsley but they literally are angry for about 1 second and then forget.

And I've seen people say that maybe Rizzly didn't know about their past- but it is HEAVILY implied he did. Neurvillete tells us that Wriothsley knows everything that goes on, and he demonstrates his knowledge by saying things about Lyney and Lynette, as well as even knowing we're friend with Neurvillete. And if he didn't know, there are SO MANY other ways he could've gone about taunting Lyney.

Man.

He has such brilliant characterisation but I cannot overlook how they played that scene out.

I mean I guess they could make him more villainous with more lore, lean him towards even more morally grey actions to fit with his criminal past it smt. Idk.

But I do not like Wriothsley any where near as much as I did at the beginning smh.

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Two dark hair blue eye Hoyo men decided to fuck with me this month....

Artem Bakerlon card taking literally centuries to come home and lost Wriothesley banner. Truly, these men are testing my patience.

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Why do I let myself dream like this?-Wriothesley x reader Flufftober

"But perhaps its just my stupid head in end" T/w- reader has a bad past Summary- Wriothesly can see something is up with you. No matter how much you try and hide it.

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Wriothesley had loved you since the moment he saw you, despite you being a prisoner in the fortress of Menopide. He had done his best to keep his distance from you but couldn’t help but see you everywhere at the cafeteria, the boxing ring and the workplace. How you had caught it continued to baffle him, maybe it was your beauty or your kindness. How could someone like you get sent down here?

Wriothesley had done a little background research on you as he does with everyone. He found out a few unexpected things about you. You were orphaned at a young age and sent to live with a foster family who wasn’t very good. So you took to the streets. Stealing and fighting just too by, and somehow through all of that you remained happy and cheerful. Or so he thought.

One night a fellow inmate caught you crying, and soon many others were giving you pity looks. Including the duke. So you kept your head down and kept working. No one would bother you right as long as you kept to yourself.  

“Hey, it's y/n right?”

You jumped from the deep voice that came behind you. “A-ah yeah..” Ah shit it was the duke you could hardly squeak out words

“Could I speak to you for a moment? In my office?”

“Of course sir…”

You followed closely behind him and as you were walking you could see people whisper things about the two of you. Maybe some secret affair was going on like some thought. Or maybe he really did just want to talk to you. 

In his office sat a desk in the middle of the room. With four bookshelves, two on either side, about a third of the way up the wool. In Between the middle bookshelves, there was something that looked to be a massive cog on the wall. A staircase leading somewhere also was right side as you walked in. The office itself was a tad bit plant but overall comforting.

“What was it you needed to talk to me about sir?”

“No need for the for formalities, just Wriothesley will do. And just something in regards to what the other inmates have been saying recently,”

He looked you directly in your e/c eyes and he said: “I know you are not okay y/n. I've done some reading on you and from what I can see, you’ve had a rough go.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, “Sir im fine-”

“I can see you are not, and you know if you do need to talk I am here.”

“Thank you kindly.”

“Now how would you like to stay for some tea.”

This was the closest Wriothesley was going to get to a date with you. Or was it.

“That would be lovely thank you.”

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