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randomperson3736 · 8 months

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Arm day- Batman: wayne family adventures

Paring(s): Batfam x child! Reader, Jason Todd x little sister! Reader, Dick Grayson x little sister! Reader, Tim Drake x little sister! Reader, Damian Wayne x little sister! Reader

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Warning(s): Crying, asshole brothers, sad reader

Word bank: Y/N- your name

Notes: I need some more ideas for this batfam series, so does anyone have any?

It was an exciting day for the little Y/N. Just yesterday, she got a brand new colour pencil set from her father (with the help of Alferd) that she couldn't wait to show off to everyone. The coloured pencils were stored in a large black leather case that was almost as big as her body.

Inside it were hundreds of different shades of every colour her small mind could imagine. She wanted to share her gift with her siblings, so she waited patiently on the Brown sofa in the living room. The large case next to her.

When she saw Damian walking through the halls, she smiled and run (the best that a 4 year old could run) towards her brother. Just as she was about to get to him she tripped but thankfully he caught her just before she could fall.

"Thank you Dami!" She gave him a toothy grin. Damian picked her up into his arms looking at every part of her body to make sure she didn't get hurt from tripping over. After seeing that she wasn't injured, he then smiled softly at her.

"Good morning Y/N. Why were you in a rush this early in the morning?"

She started to wiggle in his arms, so he put her down. She then (thankfully) walked back to the living room and grabbed her pencil case, dragging it along the ground cause it was a little heavy for her own body strength.

"Daddy got new colours for me!" Damain looked down at it with an unamused look "How charming"

"Do you wanna draw?" She asked with her puppy dog eyes. "I'm busy" he turned to the direction of the gym. "Oh..." Y/N said in a smile voice. Damian looked back at her. She was looking down at the case, her eyes teary up.

Feeling guilty, he cleared his throat. ".... but after I'm finished, I suppose I can entertain you for a short while"

"She looked up at Damian with twinkles in her eyes. "Really? Thank you Dami!"

After what felt like hours, she saw cass pass by with a duffle bag over her shoulder. Y/N walked up behind her and hugged her leg "Hi cass"

Cass bent down and caressed Y/N's cheek in her hand, she squessed them gently, making the young girl giggle. "Hi Y/N"

"Do wanna colour with me?" Y/N asked.

"Awww... sorry Y/N, but I have stuff to do but when I'm finished, I'll draw with you ok?" Cass pulled out her pinky and gave a wame smile to Y/N. "Oh, okay" Y/N pouted but linked her pinky with cass's.

After that Y/N found herself in the kitchen looking for dick. When she saw him, he was eating a bowl of cornflakes. Y/N stood before him, reaching up and tugged at her oldest brothers shirt. Dick stopped his eating and looked down, smiling softly at his little sister. "What's up baby bird?"

"Do u wanna colour with me?" She asked hopefully. "Sorry little bird, I can't draw with you right now. I'm in a bit of a rush but you can ask Jason or Tim. They should be around somewhere" and before Y/N could say anything, Dick drowned the last chunk of his cornflakes down and rushed down hall. Y/N huffed and went back to the sofa.

After a while, Y/N heard the voices of Jason and Tim. She saw them holding duffel bags the same one that cass had. She smiled at them before walking off to ask them to colour with her.

"Morning J, morning Timmy"

"Morning kid!" Jason Pet the top of Y/N's head.

"Good morning Y/N" Tim smiled down at her. "What's that?" He pointed to the leather case newt ro the sofa. "It's my new colours daddy got for me" she smiled up at them.

"Wow. Cool"

"Can you colour with me?"

"Sorry kid. Me and Timmy here are gonna work out. Maybe late with can" Jason said rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh, it's fine" She pouted before walking away to the staircase.

"Do you think we broke a 4 year olds heart?" Tim whispered feeling guilty.

"We probably did Timmy"

~timeskip~

Bruce walked along the halls trying to find atleast one of his kids. But he then stopped in his tracks when he heard crying? He looked at the door near his left, it was his youngest room. Why would she be crying?

He opened the door to see his little girl curled up on her bed and tears running down her face. The site in front of him, broke his heart. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked softly.

The young girl looked up her father and wiped her face before speaking. "No one wants to colour with me"

Bruce's heart broke more at hearing those words. He had to make her feel better but how? "Hey, why don't we go and get some cookies? Alferd just pulled a new batch out of the oven" He gave a warm smile.

The girls face lit up at that idea."Ok, daddy" she held out her arms signalling that she wanted to be carried, Bruce gladly took his little girl into his arms and the father and daughter made their way down to the kitchen.

~in the cave~

"Sup Damian?" Dick waved at him as he placed his towel to the side. He grabbed the gymnastic rings and turned to Jason. "Light day Jason?" He lifed his legs up and held himself up. "I was just getting warmed up actually" Jason started doing push ups with one arm. "98...99...100!"

"Pssh, that's nothing" Dick and Jason turned to look at Tim who started doing push ups with his tumbs and pointer fingers.

"You're all pathetic" Damian lifted his body up and did a handstand. "This is what you should be doing"

Jason moved next ro Damian and did the same thing. "Sorry kid your not special"

"How... about this!" Dick did a handstand with one hand using his tumb and pointer finger.

Jason, Tim, Dick and Damian were all doing the same thing together. "First one... to hundred... wins"

Cass looked over at them as she drank water. "Bad idea"

~Later that night~

The four boys were sitting around the table groaning in pain every time they moved. Cass sat perfectly fine, enjoying the meal that Alferd had made.

"Ow. So much ow" Dick threw his head back against his chair. Damian was crouching in his chair. Tim was trying to eat his dinner, with his foot. "Come on, I-I... I can do this" Jason tried tilting the plate with his head. "Can't... reach"

Cass turned to the four boys eating her food with utensils. "Told you guys it was a bad idea" Jason smashed his face into his food. Suddenly, Y/N popped up from the doorway. "Are you guys ready to colour now?"

"S-sorry Y/N... I don't think I can move my arms" Dick slowly turned his head towards her and gave a weary smile.

"But you guys said you would?" she pouted.

"Sorry Y/N" Tim muttered, dropping his spoon in the process. "Dang it" Jason muttered his Sorry through his food. "I can still draw with you Y/N" Cass held Y/N's hand and lead her out of the dinning room. Y/N turned her head towards her brothers and frowned, "You're all imbec- imbeci-...mean!" She huffed her checks out in anger.

The four boys groaned in pain and Damian shrank down in his chair in shame.

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 10 months

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Sister Squabble

Anon requests:

Can you please write a Dad!Timmy (with bunny of course) Where their daughters get in a really really big fight and Bunny and timmy are trying to solve the situation with both of them but words get twisted and ome of them says that Timothée always defends one of the sisters and favors her, basically like he has a favorite child (the youngest)

Can please write a dad!timmy fic we're he has 2 daughters one is about 8 and the other one 6 and the younger one is really into art and painting, but the older sister and her get into a fight for whichever reason sisters would fight, and the older like rips one of the youngest drawings apart for "revenge", and it's just a lot of drama😅 they don't talk to each other the whole week but then they're ok after (they're really close sisters)

Wordcount: 3.5K+

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Description: As the pregnancy near it’s conclusion things in the Chalamet household are getting a bit out of hand with the girls fighting all the time. With Bunny trying to relax Timmy tries to help the girls work out their issues, only things turn out worse.

A/N: I am so sorry I’ve been taking so long with doing my fics and stuff. I had fun writing this and I cried a bit at Timmy’s sobbing. I hope you all enjoy this. The birth one will be up hopefully next week. As always thank you for the request

Warning: slight Angst, fluff, family fluff.

“Helena Persephone Chalamet, stop it right this instant,” You said, trying to be as calm as possible, but your daughters were hitting your nerves.

“Yeah, Helena, stop it,” Elle mocked.

“Oh don’t even start, Brielle Florence,” you said angrily to your oldest. “Both of you are at your limit for the day. Rooms now and I don’t want to hear a sound out of either of you.” You said.

“But Mommy-” One started, “It’s her fault-” the other one cut in.

“I said, I don’t want to hear it. Go, now,” you said sternly.

They both pouted but stumped their way toward their rooms. You closed your eyes taking a few deep breaths and pinching the bridge of your nose. “Bagel bite do not be like your sisters please,” You said, rubbing your belly, wincing at a rough kick.

“I hope that is a kick of compliance,” you mumbled, kicking off your shoes and walking further into your house. You really didn’t think it through taking the girls to the park on your own. It seems the closer you got to your due date the more they tried to test your patience with fighting.

You walked around your house, going from room to room looking for your husband, getting more and more annoyed with each empty room. After looking in every room downstairs and half of them upstairs you gave up and went to your bedroom, laying on the bed.

The door opened a few minutes later and then Timmy was sitting at your side. “Hi, bunny. You guys are back early, are you alright?” He asked rubbing your back.

“No I am not alright,” You said turning over to face him. “Your daughters are driving me insane. Your other child is kicking me like crazy and I couldn’t find you. Where the hell were you?” You said glaring at him.

Timmy’s hand was instantly on your belly rubbing circles, but it only made the baby more hyper and kicking more.

“Fuck, Timmy stops it,” you said, pushing his hands away. “I swear it feels like I am having fucking a litter or something in there,” you said, eyes filling with tears of frustration.

“Baby,” Timmy said softly moving to rub circles into your temple. “What can I do? I was out back on the phone, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you come in. What were the girls fighting about?”

��What aren’t they fighting about? Elle is upset that Lena got an easel for her birthday and she didn’t get one for hers. And Lena is upset that Elle went on set with Pauline when she went to work with me. Elle is mad that we had salmon and rice for dinner last night because that’s Lena’s favorite and Lena is upset that the nursery is next to Elle’s room and the list just go on and on. I can’t with them.” You complained.

You loved your daughters. They were your pride and joy, but you hated when they argued. They were normally well-behaved and loved hanging out with each other, but when they were on each other bad side, it was world war 3. Normally you could handle it, but not while you were pregnant.

“They are young and siblings fight, bunny. Don’t stress yourself out. I should have gone to the park with you,” he apologized, kissing your forehead. “I’ll deal with it. How about I run you a nice bath for you to relax?”

You closed your eyes nodding. “Yeah, that sounds amazing. I’m sorry for being upset with you. You did nothing, I’m sorry,” you said choking out a sob. You hated how all over the place your emotions were.

“Bunny bunny bunny. Hey, don’t cry it’s okay. I know you don’t mean it and I know you are going through a lot right now to make our baby. And I love you for it. I love you so much, mon amour.” Timmy cuffed your face, wiped your tears and kissed both your cheeks, and then kissed your lips slowly.

You sniffed kissing back. “It still not an excuse to be short with you. You’ve been amazing, the best husband. I could not ask for a more loving and understanding partner,” you said, kissing his nose and hugging him tightly.

Timothee smiled warmly at your words. “My love there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You and our babies are my life,” he said, putting one of his arms under your knee and picking you up, and carrying you to the bathroom.

He placed you on the counter and gave you another kiss before turning on the water. Once the tub was full he helped you undress and then picked you up again and lowered you into the water.

“I feel like a baby,” you said, but smile nonetheless and relaxed into the water.

“Hmm, that’s because you are my baby,” he teased.

“Get me a trash bin, I might throw up because of your horrible line.” You mumbled closing your eyes. Timmy flickered water at you, causing your eyes to open and you gasped at him.

He just smirked. “Relax bunny. I’ll handle the girls and dinner. Do you want me to make you a smoothie? I know how much you loved them when pregnant with Lena.” He sat behind you on the side of the tub, rubbing your shoulders.

Turning your head towards him you nodded, grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him. Timmy groaned against your lips deepening the, leaning closer to you. Your hands moved to his shirt, pulling roughly on it.

“I HATE YOU, YOU ARE THE WORSE,” Lena shouted, and then a crash sounded. Timmy jumped away from you. And you started to get out of the tub, but he gently pushed you back down.

“Bunny, relax. I got this. I’ll sort them out and then make your smoothie. Just stay here,” he said, kissing your forehead and going to see what is going on with his daughters.

“You are just jealous because I am smarter than you,” Elle said to her sister when Timmy found them in the hallway fighting.

“Why would I be jealous of you? You’re just a big meanie that’s jealous.”

“Am not”

“Are too”

“You are talentless and I hate you,” Elle shouted.

“And you are a loser with no talent,” Lena said back.

“Okay girls,” Timothee said raising his voice to get their attention. “What is going on? Shouting and insulting that is not what we do in this house. Explain now,” he said crossing his arms.

Elle huffed looking away from her father, but Lena started to cry, running to hug his legs. “Papa, Elle ripped up my picture and she called me names and knocked over my easel.”

“She is lying,” Elle said.

“No, I am not,” Lena cried. “She came into my room after mommy said to stay in our own rooms and then she ripped my picture. See,” she hiccupped showing him the torn picture.

Timmy sighed dropping to his knees and hugged Lena rubbing her back. “Calm down, Lena you don’t want to get yourself worked up. We can tape your picture back together, okay, just calm down.”

“She is just being a baby,” Elle said.

“Elle, why did you rip her picture?” He asked turning to his eldest.

“I didn’t, papa. She is lying.”

Timmy looked at Lena, “Are you lying to me?” He asked her.

“No papa. I swear she ripped it.”

“Elle, what happened?” He asked.

“She was being loud singing and I came in to tell her to be quiet. And she yelled at me and and…”

“And what?” He said.

She pouted looking away. “I didn’t rip her picture.”

“Yes she did, she came in when Mommy told us to stay in our room. She’s just a meanie,” Lena sniffled.

Timmy shushed her and patted her head. “Why don’t you go get the tape and I’ll fix it for you,” he said.

“Okay, papa,” She said going down the hall.

Elle screamed, ‘You always take her side,” She said stomping her foot.

“Brielle Florence enough,” Timmy said.

“No you don’t believe me,” she said.

“Because her picture is ripped and you won’t tell me what’s happened.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she mumbled.

“Excuse me?” He asked staring at her with wide eyes.

“I said it doesn’t matter.”

“And why is that?” He asked fed up with her attitude.

Elle's bottom lip wobbled and tears filled her eyes. “Because Lena is your favorite. You always take her side. You never listen to me.”

“That’s not true Brielle,” he said softly, his heart dropping.

“Yes, it is. You are always babying her and taking her side and thinking the worse in me. You love her more,” She sobbed. “I hate you, I want my mommy.” She screamed again, running towards your bedroom.

Timmy felt as if he was just shot in the chest. He didn’t play favorites, he loved both of his girls equally, and for Elle to think otherwise killed him inside. He felt his own eyes fill with tears. And the next moment he was up and about to run after her when Lena came running around the corner with her picture and tape.

“Papa, I got them,” she smiled, though it slowly turned into a frown when she saw her father’s face. “What’s wrong papa?”

“Umm,” He quickly wiped his eyes. “Nothing, go wait in your room for a moment,” He said, going after Elle.

“Brielle,” He said, coming into the bathroom in your bedroom, stopping as he saw a sobbing Elle, being comforted by you.

You glared at him over your daughter’s head but quickly turned back to your daughter. “Elle, darling. Why don’t you go cuddle in my bed and I’ll be there to cuddle with you in a few,” you said gently.

She shook her head, burying her face closer into you. “No, I don’t want to be in Papa’s bed. He hates me.”

“Elle, I don’t hate you,” Timmy said.

You both ignored him. “Okay, darling. Why don’t you go to your room and we can go cuddle in there.”

“That bed is too small and will be uncomfortable for you, Bunny,” Timmy said, softly walking into the bathroom more. “Elle, talk to Papa. Please,” he begged.

“Timmy, please. Just don’t right now,” you sighed. “Elle, I’ll get some snacks, go on,” you encouraged.

She nodded, her sobs softer now, but she made sure to stay away from Timmy and not look at him as she left the bathroom. When she was gone, you sighed deeply getting up from where you were crouching on the side of the tub.

Luckily when Elle came in you already heard the commotion and pulled on a bathroom before she was sobbing into your chest about how much Timmy hated her and how she did nothing wrong.

You could barely get anything out of her and still didn’t know the full story, but you were upset with Timmy for making her feel this way. “What the hell happened?” You whispered-yelled.

“I don’t know. She-She. How could she think- I love her, you know that,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course, I know you love her, but she doesn’t feel like you do. She said you took Lena’s side. What happened?”

“Bunny,” he groaned pulling on his hair. He unabashedly let his tears stream down his face. “I didn’t take Lena’s side. Elle wouldn’t tell me what happened. The picture was torn and Lena was crying so I comforted her.”

“And Elle just stood there?”

“She’s stubborn and wouldn’t tell me.”

“So it’s her fault? Timmy she is young and she is stubborn but you should have set them both down and tried to get the truth out of both of them.”

“So you are blaming me?”

“You want me to blame our 8-year-old? The one that is sobbing her eyes out and thinks her father hates her.” Elle was the less emotional out of the two of them. She liked being put together and seen as a big girl.

She was a lot like you. And while she did cling to you more, while Lena clung to Timothee, you both loved your girls' equality. You both made sure that they knew that. You were heartbroken from your little girl being so sad.

“No. I don’t want to blame her, but I really didn’t take Lena's side.”

“Timothee. It doesn’t matter, that is how she feels.”

“And what am I supposed to do,” He shouted, pulling on his hair more, a sobbing leaving his throat. “Elle, my sweet baby. She fucking thinks I hate her? I love her so much. Like fuck, hates her? I could fucking die right now, bunny,” he sobbed.

You crossed the bathroom pulling him into your arms and hugging him. You gripped the back of his neck with one hand while the other carded through his hair. “Timmy shush, my love. Don’t sob.”

“How could I n-not,” he choked out. “I never w-wanted any of our c-children to think I hate them. She wouldn’t even l-look at m-me.”

“Baby baby. Shush shush shush.”

“I’m a horrible father. She h-hates me,” he sobbed.

“No. No. She is just upset, she doesn’t hate you. You are not a horrible father. You know how much both Elle and Lena love you. She is just sad and upset, Timmy.”

“Because of me. I made my baby feel like that.”

“Baby. The girls have been fighting all day. They both are upset and wired up. Elle does not hate you. And while the situation could have been handled better, we will talk to them and work things out. We are a family, Timmy,” you said.

Timmy nodded, still crying softly into your shoulder. “You think she will forgive me?”

“Of course, she will. I’m going to go talk to her, why don’t you go check on Lena, yeah?” You said, pulling back from the hug to see his face. His head was still turned down and he refused to meet your eyes. His face was wet with tears.

You frowned and wiped his tears with the pads of your thumbs. “Timmy?”

“Yeah yeah, okay, but shouldn’t I try to talk to her?”

“Baby she is upset and we don’t want her to get more worked up, let me talk to her first and calm her down, see if I can get her side out things.”

“Okay,” he mumbled. “I love you bunny,” he added, hugging you tightly.

“I love you too, Timothee. So much. You are an amazing father and husband.” You let him hug you until he was ready to let go. With a shaky breath, he kissed your cheek and pulled away.

You smiled sadly, fixing his curls. “Don’t beat yourself up so much, Timmy.”

“I won’t,” he said still quite sad.

You kissed his cheek one last time before going into the bedroom and switching your robe for one of Timmy’s hoodies and shorts. Then you first went to get some snacks for your sad girl and then headed into her room.

“Elle, darling,” you said, sitting on the edge of her bed where her face was buried into her pillow.

“Mommy,” she whined, hugging you tightly, trying to climb into your lap, but your stomach made it almost impossible.

You hugged her tightly, whispering sweet words into the crown of her head. You waited patiently for her to calm down more before turning her so you could see her face.

“Now my love, I know you are upset but you know hate is a very strong word and we don’t use it. Not against people or about people. I know you are hurting and think Papa has favorites but that isn’t true.”

“It is. It is. It is,” she sobbed, “He likes her more. He got her art things and he comfort her when she was lying.” She dropped her chin to her chest, her little shoulders shaking.

You wiped her tears and listen to her. “Elle. Your father loves you so very much. He would move mountains for you and your sister. He does not play favorites. How is he to know what happened unless you tell him? He isn’t a mind reader.”

“He wouldn’t have believed me.”

“We don’t know that because you didn’t tell anyone. Can you tell me what happened?”

She nodded before laying her head on your chest. “Lena was being really loud. Singing loudly and I couldn’t focus on my book. So I came to tell her to be quiet. But she just kept singing and I got made and pushed her easel over and called her a mean name.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“I called her stupid and talentless.”

“And why did you do that? Lena is your sister and you used words to hurt her and push her things. And you left your room when you were in trouble.”

“I know it was bad of me. I’m so bad.”

“No, you are not bad. You are still our little lovebug, but you did something mean and bad. That doesn’t make you bad. You made a mistake it makes you human, do you understand?”

She sniffled nodding. “I understand.”

“Now how did the picture get ripped?’

“I don’t know. I swear Mommy. I didn’t rip it. “

“Then why do you think your sister said you did?” You asked softly.

“She wants to get me into trouble,” She huffed.

“Lena looks up to you, she doesn’t want to hurt you.”

“Well, she did.”

“I think we should go talk to her and Papa about it, what do you think?”

She was quiet, playing with the bottom of your shirt for a few minutes. “Are you sure he doesn’t hate me?”

“I could never hate you, Elle.”

You both looked at the door to see Timmy and Lena standing in the doorway. Lena quickly ran towards you both climbing into the bed and hugging you and looking at her sister. “I’m sorry, Elle,” she mumbled.

Elle frowned at both of them before burying her face back into your neck. You rubbed her back becking your husband over. “Lena, did Elle rip your picture?” You asked gently.

“Yes, Mommy… but not on purpose.”

Timmy frowned kneeling in front of you all. “Then what happened?”

Lena looked down at her fingers. “When she knocked the easel over, the paper was on it and ripped,” she confessed.

“And you let me think she did it on purpose?” Timmy asked.

“I didn’t lie,” she frowned.

“But you let out details,” You said.

“I didn’t mean to. She ripped it and I was upset. I’m sorry Elle, I didn’t mean to make you so upset.”

Elle nodded moving to hug her sister. “I shouldn’t have yelled or pushed over your easel or called you names.”

Lena eagerly hugged her back. “I shouldn’t have called you names either or said I hated you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Lena.”

“See how much easier it is when we get along with each other and talk things out. We don’t have to fight. You two have been fighting all day, why?” You asked.

“Because Lena got an easel and get to do art and it’s put up around the house, but I don’t do art. I’m bad at it.”

“Mon poisson, You are so talented and you are not bad at art, I love your art,” Timmy said turning her around to look at him.

Elle looked at him through her lashes. “I don’t like art. I want to be an actor like you, papa.” She mumbled. “But I want you guys to be proud of me like you are with Lena’s art.”

“Elle I am always proud of you. No matter what you do. Art, acting, dancing, writing whatever you do I am proud,” He said, cupping the side of her face.

“Yes, Elle. We love and think you are so talented. Art is Lena’s thing it doesn’t have to be yours if you don’t want to. Maybe we can put on plays around the house and do things like that, tape them, and make movies,” you suggested.

She smiled nodding. “Yeah, I would like that.”

“And I can make the movie posters,” Lena grinned.

“You’ll make the best ones. Like Amy in Little Women,” Elle said.

“And you’ll be a good actor like Papa and like Meg was,” Lena replied.

“I can also help write, like Jo,” Elle added.

Timmy smiled. “That would be very interesting and fun.” Timmy paused, grabbing Elle and pulling her close to him. “Now, Brielle, I need you to know, that I love you so much. You are my daughter, I look at you and I see myself and your mother and my heart melts every time.” He said. “I never want you to think I don’t love you. Or love your sister more.”

“You don’t?” She asked.

“No, I don’t. I love both of you so so much.” He grabbed them both and pulled them into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry, Papa. I don’t hate you. I’m sorry. I love you so much too,” Elle said squeezing him.

Timmy’s closed his eyes to keep his tears in. His chest had been tightened since the moment she said she hated him. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, but finally, the pressure was released.

“We won’t fight anymore, I promise,” Lena said. Elle nodded hugging them both tighter.

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