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under-write-reblogs · 2 years

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A Handful of Lamia’s

Just a one-shot. Honestly, it wasn’t even really supposed to be this long… it just got out of hand, I guess.

Basically, the Tumblr user @vex-bittys wrote an adoption scenario for my alternate account (@under-art-reblogs [ https://at.tumblr.com/vex-bittys/hi-there-ive-been-doing-a-lot-of-research-and/ist81pzebyyk]) with two of her lamias bitty types and it inspired me to write this.

If you’re interested in Undertale bitty’s or lamia’s in general (along with a few other hybrid companions) they are a wonderful, amazing, (insert any other positive word here), person to check out!! I adore their blog even if I haven’t interacted much.

Hope you enjoy! (Also the Ao3 link is below if you prefer that over tumblr)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42795993

As a young, introverted adult, life could sometimes be a bit lonely. Sure, you interacted with your coworkers a lot, and you had a small circle of friends you talked to and hung out with on occasion… but it didn’t make going home to an empty, quiet house any easier.

You had considered getting a pet for a while, but you felt like all the typical, familiar options weren’t the right fit for you.

You adored the most basic of all pet companions: that being cats and dogs.

After all, you’d always had at least one or two while growing up, but that was the main issue. There was always someone in the house to keep them company and keep an eye on them while you were a child. Most of the time they tended to be sweet… but you’d grown up with a good handful that could get into heaps of trouble in a very short amount of time.

Not to mention, a cat or dog might need more attention than you could give them. Daily walks and brushing just a necessary thing required to provide for them (at least in your opinion), along with all the affection you could possibly give them… and just leaving them alone in a house all day didn’t sit right with you. And while a sibling might help keep them occupied, you would still worry about not being able to fully provide what they needed.

So a quiet no for both of them, at least for now. Unfortunate, but at least there were other options, right?

Small mammals like mice, rats, guinea pigs, or even a rabbit might work. Except they needed a companion or two to keep them company, plenty of space, and they could be relatively smelly pets if you didn’t keep up with cleaning. Not to mention, they didn’t live for very long in comparison to other animal companions. It would break your heart to bond with some only to have them pass away in just a few years. Plus, on the off chance one of them managed to escape while you were out, you didn’t want to come home to chewed-up wires or other damages in your home. So not a great fit either.

Birds were an absolute no. While interesting to watch and pretty to look at, you knew yourself…. and you had little patience for excessive noise. Being an introvert was difficult, and whenever you were home, you wanted to recover your energy from the day… which meant that having an animal constantly squawking in the background of your home would get on your nerves far more than fill the loneliness. Not to mention they were high-maintenance pets that needed someone with experience to care for them properly. You weren’t really willing to research for a pet you knew you probably wouldn’t enjoy keeping long-term. So another no.

Reptiles were yet another option you considered as you had always found them fascinating, but they were more… “look-at” rather than “play-with” pets. Many of them might not necessarily mind if you went home and held them every day, but they wouldn’t necessarily have a positive connection with you other than perhaps learning that you were the one to provide them with food. Not to mention, you didn’t really like bugs, and the idea of feeding a lizard crickets every other day… ick. No thanks. Ultimately, you knew getting one as a pet wouldn’t help solve your problem of wanting companionship, as interesting as you found the idea. So another no.

….You wanted something that would greet you when you came home. Who would sit beside you while reading or occasionally watching a few movies, maybe even just relax nearby while you were writing in order to keep you company. Of course, this was a silly thought if you wanted a mere animal companion. They may be sweet, but very few could form a genuine connection with their owners and provide what you were seeking.

Thankfully, you knew that ‘The Lamia (and Felid) Bittybones Adoption Center’ had plenty of lamia’s (as the name implied), which acted as true companions, not just pets. At least they did, so long as you bonded and properly cared for them. Which made them perfect for you.

Lamia’s were capable and intelligent enough to look after themselves while you were out of the house, but also be willing to keep you company whenever you left and if they were comfortable with you. Unfortunately, you hadn’t known about them until you moved into the city and overheard someone talking about getting another. But for a while, you had been consumed with rebuilding your life and hadn’t thought it would be fair to adopt one during that stressful time of trying to settle into a new routine.

Thankfully you now felt comfortable enough to welcome one or two lamias into your home if they were willing. And if you got two, they could keep each other company on the off chance you couldn’t bring them with you outside the house for any reason. And after having done plenty of research, along with setting up a few places in your home for them to call their own and create a personal nest for themselves, you were fairly sure you knew of the two types that would suit you best.

The obvious first choice for a companion had been the Chain lamia. After all, each Chain created a unique SOUL-bond with their ideal owner to connect with them and understand what they needed most. It allowed them to sense and experience the emotions of the person they bonded to, both positive and negative. And of course, it would let you do the same for him. It would give you a way to understand his needs and provide the companionship he also likely craved. They were someone to share the ups and downs of your life with, and since each bond was unique, you were sure you and your Chain would find hobbies to bond over. Not to mention they were typically known as loyal and protective, two traits you preferred in any companion.

The other had been a King lamia. While a bit more proud and high-strung than a Chain, so long as you respected them, they were just as loyal companions. Despite their name, they preferred to act as the hero of any home they were a part of, patrolling and protecting what they considered their space, which usually translated into their owner’s home. And apparently, many of them shared your hobby of having one of their main past-times being reading, which you were sure the two of you could connect over. Not to mention, they could be very helpful. Fairly willing to do menial, routine tasks if given the praise they deserved for doing such things… and in all honesty, teaching a King about the tasks you usually couldn’t find the energy to perform and praising him for choosing to do so when you couldn’t sounded pretty rewarding.

… someone who understood your feelings at a deep emotional level and was always willing to keep you company, and someone who shared a loved hobby of yours and who would protect your home while you were away? It seemed like the choice was made for you… and hopefully, two of the lamias would think you were the right fit for them as well.

As you made your way closer and closer to the adoption center, you got more and more excited. Feeling almost like your very SOUL was pulling you towards something… which according to your research on Chains, it probably was. It seemed like your bondmate was waiting for you.

As you walked towards the adoption center entrance, you looked in through the window to hopefully catch a glimpse of the lamias inside, wondering if you could spot the Chain you knew was nearby. And you did… for a split second.

You locked eyes with a miniature Chain sitting in the windowsill, eagerly watching those passing by. And upon catching sight of you, he rushed forward in excitement… colliding hard into the glass, seeming to have forgotten it was there. Hearing a distinctive thud even from outside the center, you rush in, the bell clinging gently above you despite your panicked rush. Seeing the poor lamia slumped over, you reach out in an effort to provide comfort and make sure he was alright.

As soon as you make contact you could feel the comforting, warm sensation of the bond settling into place as you look over his bruised skull. You’re sure the Chain would feel it too if he hadn’t just bonked himself unconscious.

…Apparently, your panic hadn’t gone unnoticed as you hear a flurry of activity behind you, with several other lamias rushing towards the front desk, probably to get Miss Vex or one of the Nurse Papythons, but you do notice one lamia making their way towards you. A King. And he certainly looked determined about something.

Unfortunately, you think his laser focus had something to do with what happened next. You didn’t exactly see what it was, but it seemed that in trying to reach both you and the Chain he failed to notice something else cross his path… whether it was a particularly sturdy toy or maybe even another lamia he tripped mid-slither over something, knocking his head on one of the corners of the windowsill before faceplanting onto the floor.

Sitting between two lamias who had just dazed themselves with their enthusiasm, you don’t think anyone could blame you for feeling a bit thrown off and confused by the bizarre events that had unfolded in under three minutes.

Guess fate had a sense of humor… but you had definitely found the two lamias meant for you. (Though maybe you could invest in some bubble wrap for them, just to be safe).

By now, Miss Vex and several other lamia’s had made their way towards you again, and offering an easygoing smile, she implored you to stand and follow her so you could begin filling out the adoption forms. Reassuring you that the Nurse Papythons would have the two lamia’s sorted out in no time.

You can’t help but chuckle as you look over the form, filling out the little bit of information needed. It was mostly a promise on paper saying that you would take care of both of them to the best of your abilities and also informing you on how to contact the center if you ever had any questions or concerns.

Once you had signed it, the only thing left was to wait for the two lamias to recover enough to sign the form themselves. Hopefully the King would still be willing to do his display for you before signing the form. (You knew it was probably important to him).

Telling Vex this, she offered a smile explaining that he was also one of the only Kings currently in the adoption center who had made an effort to learn healing magic. …Not unheard of for a King, but not necessarily common either.

A few minutes later, both lamias slithered out from behind the desk, making their way towards you and the adoption form.

The Chain reached it first, hastily signing the paper before indicating he wanted to sit on your shoulder. You happily allowed him to slither up, where he let out a pleased hiss at finding the hood on your jacket was lined with faux fur, quickly making himself comfortable by burrowing into the soft sensation before looking back towards the desk and letting out a questioning chirp.

The King was still standing there, not quite meeting your eyes.

Lamias naturally used hisses and chirps to communicate with each other, though they were capable of learning to speak whatever language their owner used… and yet, without him saying anything, you could tell he looked rather embarrassed for his earlier enthusiasm. His pride clearly bruised more than his skull for not being the one to save the day.

You can’t help but reassure him that you thought his eagerness was quite impressive, and you were confident that he would have done wonderfully had it not been so chaotic at the time. …Seeing as how he didn’t quite look convinced, you asked if he would like to do his display to prove his might.

At the suggestion, he lit up, lifting himself to his full height, flaring his hood, and bowing. The King had some beautiful dark splotches along with the usual extravagant skull marking in the center.

His stunning display was almost hypnotic in a way… it was almost like he was dancing, and you couldn’t help but applaud with enthusiasm as he finished, even though you already knew that you were going to adopt him.

He was a prime example of all things noble and heroic, especially if he knew healing magic… the noblest task of all (at least in your opinion). And upon hearing that, it seemed his pride was restored. So he signed the adoption form as well, seemingly pleased with himself.

Before leaving, you picked up a few other things for your new companions, allowing them to pick out a few other necessities of their own choosing before waving to Vex and leaving… off on your first adventure with your two lamias. Hopefully it would go better than your introduction, but whatever came next, at least the three of you would no longer have to face it alone.

#undertale #undertale fic #a handful of lamia's #vex-bittys

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miepstheguineapig · 11 months

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mmscribbles · 3 months

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The Double-Edged Sword: The Joys and Struggles of Being the Eldest Daughter

There's a certain truth to the saying, "with great power comes great responsibility." Being the eldest daughter often translates to a unique blend of experiences – a tapestry woven with threads of immense satisfaction and bone-deep exhaustion. Like most of you out there, I can completely relate. We often find ourselves the firstborn guinea pigs, navigating the uncharted territory of adulthood while simultaneously paving the way for our younger siblings.

On the one hand, the feeling of accomplishment is truly unparalleled. The ability to provide for my family, to see my younger sister thriving at a respectable university, and to finally indulge in those things that bring me joy – there's a deep-seated fulfillment that comes with these achievements. It's a testament to the long hours and relentless effort I've poured into my work.

But let's be honest, it's exhausting. Juggling two jobs – one during the day, the other stealing the night – while pushing through postgraduate studies on weekends takes a toll. There are days when the fatigue feels like a physical weight holding me down, and demotivation becomes a constant companion. The relentless "what ifs" creep in – am I doing enough? Will it ever be enough? Sometimes, the urge to simply stop, to hit the pause button on this whirlwind, feels overwhelming.

Yet, amidst the challenges, a powerful question emerges: "Did I really come this far to only come this far?" It's a reminder of the journey, the sacrifices made, and the unwavering determination that brought me to this very point. And let's not forget the incredible support system by my side. My partner, with infinite patience and understanding, embraces all my flaws, cheering me on every step of the way. The unwavering belief in me is a constant source of strength.

It's true, fatigue might be a frequent visitor, but so too are blessings. Looking at my life through this lens, I realize I'm not just stressed, I'm undeniably "blessed to be stressed." This stress is a byproduct of striving for a better life, not just for myself, but for those I love.

So, to all my fellow eldest daughters out there, I see you. I recognize the struggle, the moments of doubt, and the overwhelming urge to throw in the towel. But I also see your strength, your unwavering spirit, and your fierce love for your family. Remember, you are not alone. We are all in this together, navigating the beautiful messiness of being the eldest daughter.

Let's celebrate the triumphs, big and small, and rely on our support systems during the low points. After all, the rewards, both personal and for those we love, are more than worth the fight. Keep shining, you amazing women! 🫡✨

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tealeavesandthorns · 7 months

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//My beautiful scrappy little piggie passed in my arms last night.

I'm sad but most of the grief came in those days before and I'm just relieved he's no longer in pain and with his friends over the rainbow bridge.

Bit of a brain dump and extrapolation under the cut.

This house used to be a menagerie but now there's just one piggie and a hulking doggo left.

The last remaining piggie is 4 now and I don't think he knows how spoilt he's going to be until he goes.

Guinea Pigs are pack animals and should absolutely be kept in pairs (with certain exceptions), however we've taken the decision at the moment that we don't want anymore because we can't face the heartache. It's hard to pair older piggies and we don't want anymore young ones - they're beautiful amazing creatures but like hamsters they go too soon.

In the past ten years or so we've lost 10 small animals - due to both old age and illness and it doesn't really get any easier. So the prospect of adopting another young piggie is just not up for discussion and if possible we don't want to adopt another older piggie - there are too many variables, like fighting, illness, if one crosses the rainbow bridge before the other.

So we're going to keep a close eye on Badger, though he's always been a bit of an individual and lone wolf. BUT if he does need a companion because he seems distressed or depressed we'll adopt an older piggie around the same age. If not, we'll keep him spoilt with love, games, and companionship until it's his time, too.

#;out of teaandplants

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hound0007 · 1 year

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The Top 10 Pet Animals Worldwide: Unveiling the Ultimate Companions!

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Guinea Pigs: Embrace the cuddly delight of these gentle creatures with hearts full of love. Guinea pigs are renowned for their friendly nature and interactive behavior. Their presence brings warmth and happiness to any household.

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sirgiant-blog-blog · 1 year

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Meet Hu Baby. This is my painting of her. Alex and I named her Hu but I always called her Hu Baby. We got her the first week of 2001. She was about the size of a Guinea pig and was in a box with four other puppies outside of a Walgreens. As I walked past her on my way into the store, the young girl sitting with the box asked me if I wanted a puppy. I said “no” and went into Walgreens. I was so tempted. Our previous dog, Mrs. Klute, had died one month earlier. Alex was only 14 years old and the sting of losing Mrs. Klute was still fresh. So, as I walked through Walgreens, I said a silent prayer. I asked God to make the decision for me as to whether or not to take a puppy. I said to God, “I’ll flip a coin. If it’s heads, I’ll take one of those puppies.” But when I reached into my pocket I realized I had no change. So, I took it as a sign to not take a puppy. Then, after paying for my purchase, the cashier handed me my change and a penny flew off the counter and began spinning on the floor. I watched in amazement and waited. And, yes, it landed on heads. So, that’s how I got Hu Baby. For 16 years she was my constant companion and she came with Robin and I to over 30 Florida State Parks as we painted plein-air landscapes to raise money for the Marion County Literacy Council. She loved those trips to the parks. This is the first time I’ve ever painted her. The five hours I spent painting her picture was, in a way, almost like being with her again. I even stopped for a moment, looked at her unfinished portrait, and said her favorite words: “Wanna cookie?” I painted this on Procreate using the dry brush.

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hikarimiyanaga · 3 years

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the Dimitrescu's with their s/o with wings that they are big and fluffy and can protect them from cold

I cannot tell you just how much I love this.

I'm adding Donna too, if you don't mind.

Also, reader is a Mulawin, a fictional species in the Philippines who can transform into a winged humanoid by stabbing the back with a feather (That's just how much I remember, forgive my goldfish memory.) Except the one for Alcina's.

So here you go!

Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu

Flying has always been a joy. Nothing can ever get you to come down from the skies where freedom is your companion.

That is, until you saw her. The first time that you were flying through the village, you crashed into a big tree when you saw her. She caught your eye.

She was also the one who found you, passed away like an idiot. She was also the one who nursed you back to health, your wings all bandaged up.

You move them and she was entranced. It was the first time she saw someone like you. Someone with such big wings.

After that, it took you three days to recover your dignity but you stayed in the Castle for weeks.

You've never been grounded in your whole life before. And she... She was the reason.

You flew off in a fit of rage. Because how dare she. How dare she capture your heart? How dare she steal your attention from your beloved freedom?

You stop as you look upon the whole castle... You can fly but you have never thought to explore it. And you realize, yes you do have freedom... But in exchange, you have no place to call home. No one to call family. You were just drifting from place to place.

You touch down and the three girls cry as they hug you. They thought you left. That you left them behind.

"I could never." You say with a sad smile. "How could I do that to the most sweetest girls in the world?" They hug you again and you look at Alcina. Her eyes were unreadable as she goes inside the Castle.

You tucked the girls in for the night. Then fidget nervously in front of Alcina's room... She saw you. You glared at her before you went outside and flew.

You knock and a small 'come in' can be heard from the door. You open it slowly and see Alcina in her night gown, getting ready to sleep. She glances at you then continues. You sigh.

"Did you know I wasn't born with these wings?" You look down as she turns to you. "I was an experiment. A guinea pig." She frowns at you. "It's why I love the sky... And the freedom. The way that the wind blows through my body as I fly through the skies." You sigh. "I'm sorry that I flew away so suddenly... I just." You turn to her with a sad smile. "It reminded me of being imprisoned."

"Staying here?"

"No... Staying grounded."

After your confession, Alcina held you tight. And you stayed at the Castle. Alcina doesn't care if sometimes you disappear suddenly, she knew how important flying is to you now.

Donna Beneviento

Observation has always been a part of your life. Even before you had discovered that you can transform into a Mulawin.

You stumbled upon the village and stayed for a week because of how isolated it was. It reminded you of your own home.

But then you met Donna and she made you stay. She didn't know that you were a Mulawin so you confessed it to her.

She accepted you with all her heart.

It was such a relief to open your wings in front of another person and knowing that they wouldn't do anything to hurt you.

One day, it was snowing heavily so you and Donna decided to stay in instead of going out into the village, she even made sure to make her gardener go home early.

"It's so cold." Donna says and you knew that it was serious since she didn't even use Angie to say her thoughts out loud.

You get your feather and summon your wings. You hug her and she blushes. She was going to turn to face you when your wings wrapped around her. She sighs in relief and leans on you.

"Thank you." She mumbles and you hum as you stare out the window. Before you knew you it, the both of you had fallen asleep cuddling each other.

Bela Dimitrescu

You were a guest of Mother Miranda and was given to the Dimitrescus as a guest.

Of course, the woman knew about your species and she hired you to help restore Eva... you had no intention of helping her but that's something for another day.

You were reading inside the library when Bela stumbles upon you. You smile at her and that was the start of the friendship between the both of you.

But then the day comes when Ethan came to the Village. And almost every one of your instincts are telling you to run.

You couldn't abandon them though so you stayed, hoping to convince the three sisters to at least hide somewhere safe. But they wouldn't listen to you. You panic when Ethan gets inside so you get your sword that was given by your Father.

Before you even knew it, though there was a shattering sound and you hear Bela's scream. You rushed to her side and stop Ethan by knocking him out. Then you shield her with your wings. She was stunned by their colors but it made you annoyed.

"Go somewhere safe, damn it!" She snaps out of it and nods at you before going to the library.

You sigh as you take care of Ethan and get Rose's vial. You then help him get the other ones.

You join forces with Karl who was actually... reasonable?

The three of you get Rose back from Miranda and you reunite with Bela.

She hugs you and you hug her back.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You were captured by Karl on one of his expeditions to find ways to kill Mother Miranda. He wanted to get your help but you don't want to kill anyone anymore.

You were so done being exploited by humans. You wanted to hide your wings but he wouldn't let you. When you were unconscious, he brought you to the castle, hoping that they would be good hosts to you.

And they were, for starters, Alcina freed you and you hid your wings. It was exhausting to maintain their form for that long after all.

You got along with the three daughters, most particularly Cassandra, who shared your interest in Art.

You were amazed by everything that she creates, even if it was just sketches.

One day, it was snowing and the three girls were huddle in the library with the fireplace. You take pity on them so you make your wings appear and hug them. Bela and Daniela thanks you while Cassandra just hugs you, no words needed.

Ever since then, if it was just a bit cold, Cassandra would come running for you and you chuckle as you hug her.

Daniela Dimitrescu

You were the known bird person in the Village and you were close to the four lords. Often becoming their only visitors every week.

You were particularly close to Alcina, her having shown her true form to you and you sharing your bloody past.

One day, Alcina asked you for a favor since she needed to be out on a business trip, she asked you to look after her daughters.

"Are you sure?? You do know I'm like only a year older than them, right?" She assures you that you're the perfect person for the job and she does trust Bela... but Cassandra and Daniela can be that rambunctious.

When you meet Bela, she gives instructions that you look after Daniela while she looks after Cassandra. You agree and she thanks you.

So you spend everyday with Daniela, even telling her stories from your past.

One day, it was a particularly cold day when she decided to go outside the village. Saying she wanted to explore.

But then it suddenly rained so you quickly make your wings appear and shield her. Both from the cold and water.

"Stick close to me." You say and she just nods, uncharacteristically quiet as you two go back to the castle.

Bela was so worried that she hugs Daniela, happy that you were both safe. Cassandra though, she takes note of the unusual attitude of their youngest.

When Daniela was alone, Cassandra surprises her and smiles.

"You like Y/N, don't you?" Daniela blushes and tries to deny it but sighs. She talks to Cass all about you.

What they didn't know was you were listening in... It was an accident.

When they finish talking, you appear and confess to Daniela that you felt the same way.

A/N:

This took way too long since I started playing Genshin Impact again.

Anyways, I only have two more requests to go and I'm going to start writing the Loving You sequel.

Comments and thoughts are always welcome!

Thank you for reading!

If you can, please buy me a coffee.

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil fanfic #resident evil village #resident evil #re8

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felidaefighter · 3 years

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What Fate Cannot Burn

[Written before Niki had the news broken to her by the Syndicate; starfate is a platonic soulmate/best friend relationship, coined from @ufuckingpastry and their amazing fics! My wonderful friend and beta-reader @voidofthestars also has amazing fics with the term!]

Niki and Fundy don’t want to call themselves starfated, thinking it too cruel with their pasts. But someone has to break the news about Wilbur’s revival to Niki. They have a chat.

Fate, it seemed, had always been against Niki and Fundy. Perhaps that was why they had always danced around their courtship, never solidifying anything as pale, never calling themselves starfated. The two had grown up together, embraced by the blackstone walls of L’Manberg. They had fought for their freedom and pets together, they had survived famine together-- they had, despite all their hurt, forgiven the traitor who raised them together. They had campaigned together, side by side, sharing ideals and morals and an understanding that they refused to color. They had also watched everything they’d been raised as, the ideals they were taught, had believed with all their heart, crumble with the walls to reveal the harsh truth of what was buried underneath, deeper than the TNT that waited amongst its foundations.

Manburg did horrible things to its people. One of the worst things it did was destroy the pale courtship of Niki and Fundy. Fundy, coddled yet abandoned, desperate for love with no cornerstones to ground him, stayed loyal to the place that had been promised him, rather than its ideals. Niki fell the opposite way, and had screamed to the sky as the trust for her moonstruck-companion evaporated into the sky with the smoke of the flag she had sewn with her own two hands, with the symbol of everything they had ever fought for. Even the steady, parental hand of Eret could not calm the pain she had felt as she lost the relationship she never dared to name to a tyrant’s command. Eret could never understand. Only those in L’Manberg knew true betrayal. As it had always been.

After the war, L’Manberg just wasn’t the same. And neither were two of its youngest citizens. Not just for the way that Niki couldn’t so much as look at Fundy without seeing the burning flag, or the way that Fundy couldn’t look at Niki without knowing she truly thought he would be so willing to side with Schlatt. Because Wilbur was dead, and Wilbur had been everything. Wilbur had been the embodiment of L’Manberg, and he had killed it, just as he’d killed himself. Because he was Fundy’s dad and Niki’s friend and he would rather destroy himself and the nation he had built than let them have it. Neither of them really knew who to blame or where to turn. But they didn’t turn to eachother. No matter how much their hearts ached and how they could read one another in a single glance, even now, they turned away. Fate had never been kind to them. They refused to give it one more thing to tear away.

Even amongst the crowd after Dream had promised annihilation on L’Manberg, they didn’t speak to one another, didn’t make eye contact. And as the next day they watched their home, the place that bore every footprint and memory from their childhood, turn to rubble beneath their feet, they exchanged not a word, but a silent understanding as the two stood together and Niki herself burned the last roots they had to the doomed nation that would never again fail them as it had so many times before. Together they mirrored one of the men who had raised them, and saluted in heavy silence as a final goodbye.

And with no more roots to hold them to a place they could no longer call home, Niki and Fundy parted. Niki tried to tell herself she didn’t care where Fundy had gone, and in time her moonstruck feelings were buried under the mountains of rage and grief and resentment that had piled on over the years with no true outlet. To Niki’s surprise, she found a companion who shared not just her resentment, but her childhood home-- it seemed that she and Jack shared a quartz-colored heart, so they claimed themselves a duo and started working together. It was nice. It was almost starfated. They shared goals and even acknowledged it as courting.

But as Niki started to find herself and move on from the endless pain, no longer focusing on the harm of others but on the healing of herself, she found what everyone who seeks a cornerstone relationship eventually finds to be true: When resentment for the same thing is the only thing shared, there can never be true peace or trust or understanding between them-- not when one moves on and the other sits in their pain and anger. After a heartbreaking discussion, Jack and Niki ended their courtship, all the more pained for having known it as such. Niki’s pale heart sang for the loss of Jack, and she found herself missing the quiet understanding that she and Fundy, even at their worst, even angered to the core at one another, had shared. It was a feeling that could not be replaced. She ached for all she had lost, but knew she could not sit in her pain. She moved forward. She found ideals that suited her and were not thrust upon her. She harvested wheat, made flour, made dough. She baked.

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Niki had stopped work on the city for the night, closing the door to her own living space within the cavern walls and sighing. She put a kettle on the stovetop, preparing to relax. Most of her day had been spent acclimating new refugees from other areas of the land into the city, cataloguing how many of the pre-made apartments had been taken and attempting to calculate what would need to go into the expansion. The city and citizens were getting used to one another, so to speak, and Niki was rather proud of how beautiful it all was. The only thing they really needed more of was chunks of ice; caves were kept at such a consistent temperature that any baking or cooking needed an outside interference, since they couldn’t just open a window to cool off their apartment. Niki was so wrapped up in her thoughts about the day that she almost didn’t hear the short, timid knock on her door.

“Coming! I’m coming!” She called, rushing up to the door. In her defense, she hadn’t exactly been expecting visitors-- she opened the door and stood in minor shock-- especially not this one. “Fundy…?” Niki asked softly, surprise coloring her words. Ears flattened back against his head and fidgeting with his own padded fingers, Fundy stared at the ground, hardly even glancing up at her. “Hey, Niki.” She… she didn’t know what to say. This was the first they’d spoken to one another in what seemed like years. She knew what to do, though. Niki opened the door wider and stepped aside. “Please, Fundy, come in!” Fundy hesitatingly stepped inside-- he finally looked at her, and it was with such a pure expression of feeling lost that it made her almost want to take him into her arms, run her hands through his fur and soothe his aches-- a feeling that startled her, that she hadn’t felt since she broke off her alliance with Jack.

She couldn’t bring herself to do that, though. It had been too long and there was too much unspoken. Instead, she decided on practicality. “What brings you here, Fundy? Do you need a home? We still have a few apartments that aren’t taken,” Niki said, attempting to anticipate his needs. “Nooo, it’s not that…” Fundy replied, drawing out his words, and Niki gave the fox hybrid a patient smile. He’d always had trouble articulating bad news-- that was okay. She didn’t have anywhere she needed to be for the rest of the night. She gestured to the sofa, and Fundy took a seat, sitting on the edge as if he didn’t belong and might need to bolt at any second. Niki was grateful she’d started making tea; there wound up being just enough for one cup each. She handed one to Fundy and his ears flicked in silent thanks.

Niki sipped her tea as Fundy stared straight into his. “I wanted to find you because, well, I think… I think you should know.” Niki gave a soft questioning hum, encouraging him to continue. “So… y’know Wil… my dad… your friend… he died…” Niki frowned a little. If it had to do with Wilbur-- her heart ached, and she felt a kinship with Fundy in that moment. She knew. She did. “Yes,” Niki answered quietly, “I know. It’s been-- it’s been a long time since his death. It’s been hard. What happened, Fundy? Has something new come up?” Fundy’s yellow eyes flicked up and met Niki’s own, filled with grief and confusion. His gaze softened, remembering that they had, in fact, been-- almost been. He relaxed a little more into his seat, but he kept his hesitant and uncomfortable expression.

Foxes don’t like to go in straight lines when they travel, and neither did Fundy like to speak in one. “So… something happened, at the prison, with Wilbur’s ghost… he was there with Tommy… and Dream…” Niki stiffened a little bit at both the names, and decided to hold off on her confusion about a ghost. “Because Dream has this revive book, right? So Dream… he threatened to Tommy to bring Wil back… apparently Sam fucked up…” Niki furrowed her eyebrows, desperately attempting to not become aggravated. It was a lot of non-information. “Fundy, what are you saying right now? What happened?” She asked, needing clarity. Fundy sighed, straightened up, and looked at her with a sudden focus to his gaze. “Dream… Dream brought Wilbur back. Wilbur is alive again. Tommy and Tubbo and Ranboo have all seen him-- I told Phil and I think he might be with him now.” He stared at Niki, tail twitching nervously.

Niki was frozen. She held her teacup in a strange, mid-sip position, as if time for her had stopped before she took the action. “Wilbur is… back?” She asked, voice shaky in disbelief. “How?” Fundy shrugged helplessly. “I… the revive book, I guess. It’s real-- apparently Dream guinea pig-tested it on Tommy and it’s real. And now Wil is back. He’s alive again. Good ‘ole… Wilbur…” Fundy trailed off as it sank into both of them. Wilbur. God, what had he become? In Pogtopia? The dark ravine where the resistance gathered, the desolation that drove him to destroy his own home and force his father into an assisted suicide. Wilbur, when he had died, was not the man they knew and loved growing up in the safety of L’Manberg’s blackstone walls. Niki set her teacup down and watched it grow cold.

Screwing together her eyes, Niki took a deep breath to steady herself and made a decision. She picked her teacup back up and took a sip-- it wasn’t yet lukewarm. Fundy, seeing her do so, did the same. “I don’t know how I feel about that,” Niki finally admitted. “Yeah,” Fundy agreed-- there in his voice was the telltale shake of an almost-laugh, done in nervousness, and it dawned on Niki that it was a family trait that he shared with Phil. “Phil will be happy, at least,” She posited, and Fundy agreed. “Yeah. He seemed hopeful. Wil-- he said Wil lied to him about the elections. I don’t really… know what that means.”

Niki put a hand on Fundy’s shoulder. “Maybe… maybe you aren’t the only one who just wants his dad to be proud of him,” Niki offered with a small, empathetic smile. Fundy let out a very strange noise that was partly a sigh, partly a groan, and partly a sob. “I guess.” But she could tell he knew she was right. “Wilbur is…” Here, Niki tried to piece together her own thoughts. “Wilbur is a very complicated man with very complicated morals and relationships. He was our friend, and he hurt people-- but he was hurting too. I don’t know what death is like. I don’t know what being dead for so long would change him to be like.” Fundy, despite the somber mood, was relaxing a little-- and Niki, to her own surprise, found herself doing the same. He enthusiastically agreed with her description of complexity. It was definitely true.

Niki took another big, courageous breath. One step at a time. She knew how to do this. “But if there’s anything I’ve learned lately, it’s that we cannot stop living our lives because of something like this. We can’t let ourselves become overwhelmed and paralyzed because of one big emotion. It isn’t good for us. It isn’t good for anyone.” Her grief, the loss of L’Manberg. The rage at Tommy and the feeling of entitlement, that if they just got an apology they could move on-- but not before that, never before that. The ache she felt, that shooting star that almost could have been before Jack sank himself so deep into rage it made him mad that she wasn’t drowning in it too. All of it came pouring out of her in that moment, like an overflowing cup that had finally finally been allowed to spill over. She might have been crying. Fundy’s eyes, too, shimmered with the same pain and understanding.

“What do we… what do we do, then?” He asked, voice ragged as if he’d been holding back the tears that were now being blinked away for years (he had). “What do we even do? What can we do?” He nearly shouted it, desperation leaking from his voice. Niki sniffled, wiped away her eyes, picked up the empty teacups and brought them into the kitchen. Fundy followed, a familiar feeling to it all. “We can… well…” She set the cups down gently, turning to Fundy. He looked ready to listen to anything, about then. Gods above, the two of them had missed eachother more than they’d ever be able to put into words, huh.

Suddenly, Niki smiled warmly, and Fundy picked up the nostalgia on her mind. “Do you remember, way back in the old days? When L’Manberg had its walls?” Fundy looked at her inquisitively, but his ears were perking slowly as realization started to find its way into his head. “I remember a lot of things from back then,” He said-- and it was true, they both did. The phrase pale danced around her head, the word starfate itched at her heart. “When I was stressed out,” She recalled, opening cabinets and drawers and handing things to Fundy-- who was arranging things in a specific way, but didn’t seem to realize he was operating on muscle memory or he would’ve known where she was going with it-- “Or when I wanted to create something. I would go down to the docks, because--”

“Your bakery,” Fundy realized. “I do remember that.” Fundy looked down at his paws, realizing he was mid-measure and, subsequently, losing his place. “Oh god I think I fucked it up,” he muttered under his breath-- and Niki laughed, pleasant and happy. “You were doing fine, Fundy. It’s the last scoop of flour,” she reassured him. As Fundy muttered about the quality of the cake and Niki started measuring the other ingredients, she tried to clarify what she had initially been getting at. “For a long time, I was swallowed with anger,” she explained. “Anger about everything that had happened, because it was so unfair. But it wasn’t anyone’s fault. There was nobody to be angry at. The only person it was hurting was me.” And Jack. Jack’s own anger was hurting him, too. She swallowed down the broken shell of quartz that memory made her feel.

“So you just… stopped being angry?” Fundy asked, genuinely trying to wrap his mind around it. Niki shook her head. “I don’t think it’s quite like that. I just needed to focus on myself, instead of what others had done. Do what I like and try to think for myself instead of just believing everything everyone else told me to.” What Wilbur had told her. What Wilbur had told them. She shook her head a little to clear her thoughts. L’Manberg had been good, but… it was never perfect. Not the way they were taught it was. “I guess I get what you mean,” Fundy said, and Niki felt enveloped by the sense of understanding that came with being with Fundy. He knew her just as she knew him, and even limited in their words they could communicate to one another what they meant. Even after all this time, it seemed they wouldn’t fall apart that easily, that they were two of the same according to fate.

“It seems hard, though,” Fundy said, setting a glass bowl on the counter. Niki furrowed her eyebrows again thoughtfully. “It is hard. It’s better than being miserable all the time though.” Fundy jiggled the bowl as Niki poured the mixture, evening it out so it would cook properly. Fundy opened the oven door, and Niki slid the cake in. “I guess I am pretty tired of being miserable,” Fundy agreed with a hesitant chuckle. “That’s the spirit!” Niki exclaimed, grinning at him. Fundy laughed properly this time, three short bursts that sounded from his chest, and grinned back at her. “Hey, if you say so. It’s not much though. It’s really, really not.”

“Nooo it’s good, it’s a good start! You have to start somewhere, Fundy,” Niki encouraged, and Fundy just shook his head, laughing ever so slightly. “I dunno, I mean… kinda hard to do when I don’t have a home and none of my friends talk to me anymore and Wilbur is suddenly alive again.” Niki looked at him sympathetically. “You could start by doing something that makes you happy. What do you like doing, Fundy?” Fundy stared awkwardly around the kitchen. “...Eating cake,” He offered with a hesitant giggle. Niki giggled in turn. “Well,” Niki said, “Lucky for you, if you stay here for a little bit you can do that pretty soon.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do after that,” Fundy said, turmoil in his heart too easily stirred, “But yeah. I’d like that.” He absently started wiping down the counter, old routine still embedded into them both, and Niki stared at him, gaze lingering for a moment. Looking at him now, she could see how his ginger fur didn’t shine the way it used to, how his ears were in a constant flicked-back state of distress. They’d both been uprooted when L’Manberg was destroyed, but it seemed he may have been left far more unmoored than she had. She wanted to groom his fur. She wanted to hold him until his tension was gone and his ears perked up bright and happy. She wanted to get rid of the ache in her chest and the ache in his. She wanted to get rid of the way her heart sang moonlit songs around him, despite it having been years. She wanted-- she wanted him to stay. Just for a little bit.

Niki started to get out the frosting. “Stay here for a few nights,” she said unprompted, “In the city I mean. While you sort out your thoughts. I know I’ll need to sort out mine too. Maybe--” And here, she hesitated-- “Maybe we can try and sort them out together.” It was an invitation of vulnerability that neither of them had in a long, long time. Fundy stopped what he had been doing to stare at her; Niki vehemently ignored his gaze to continue focusing on the task at hand. He thought for a moment, and she hoped desperately he wasn’t thinking about the implications. “I’d like that,” he finally answered, quiet and truthful. “That would-- yeah. That would be nice.”

“Well,” Niki said to fill the awkward silence that had sprouted after that, “One thing at a time. First you’re going to help me frost this cake when it’s ready.” Fundy laughed and agreed. And Niki thought about what she’d said to Jack, and what it had really meant. Baking again. Trying to heal despite it all. And she thought about the fox hybrid next to her, who, despite all his troubles, was baking too. L’Manberg was gone forever-- it was never coming back. Even if Wilbur did. And, well. Neither of those things had been quite what they had seemed. Places were gone and people had changed. Some for the better. Some for the worst. Some just… different, in inexplicable, unattainable ways. In ways that couldn’t be reached.

But Niki was slowly realizing that not everything was gone. Fundy was still here, in her kitchen, baking with her. And in as many ways as she couldn’t figure out how to feel about Wilbur being alive again, she was grateful for one tiny thing about it. That it had brought Fundy to her doorstep. That she could share cake with someone who shared a quartz-colored heart with her. Maybe-- maybe it was fate.

With the quiet hum of the oven being the only sound in the small apartment, Niki leaned against Fundy’s shoulder, feeling the soft fur of his neck against her cheek and hearing it squish against the fabric of his jacket. Fundy carefully put an arm around her and placed his chin on her head. “Yeah, I missed you too,” He murmured. Niki let out a heaving sigh and let herself sink into the warmth. And they still couldn’t call themselves starfated-- not after everything. Not yet. But for a moment, tucked away in a small apartment, hiding in the rising scent of cake and the warmth of an oven, they could feel it; they could know it. They understood one another. And, just like when they were kids-- for now, that was enough.

#mcyt fanfic #niki nihachu #fundy #long post #dreamsmp #they write #it is slightly angsty but i think it has a sorta happy ending at least

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secretmellowblog · 4 years

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So @everyonewasabird was talking about how it’s hard to convey Valjean’s internal struggles in a standard film adaptation of Les Mis...because how do you tell the audience what he’s thinking? Do you just have Valjean pace the floor and look sad? How do you get Valjean to express his very internal struggles in an external way?

And I think I’ve realized the SOLUTION to this problem!! here’s my pitch:

Give Jean Valjean a Disney-Princess style animal sidekick

Hear me out. Disney princesses have animal sidekicks so that they have someone to vocalize their internal struggles to. Instead of keeping all their conflicts stored in their head, they can Explain their conflicts to their animal friend (and the audience!) The animal doesn’t need to talk back (and generally doesn’t) because they’re just there so the princess has an excuse to talk about their internal struggles out loud.

Rapunzel explains her struggles and motivations and internal conflicts to her chameleon, Jasmine explains her struggles to her tiger, Aurora and Snow White explain their struggles to the forest animals, etc.

iirc the anime adaptation of Les Mis (Shoujo Cosette) actually does this for Cosette and Gavroche!!! They give Cosette and Gavroche a dog, so that they can occasionally talk about their feelings to the dog (and by extension the audience.)

Chou Chou is an amazing addition to Les Mis canon but we need to go even FURTHER, because Valjean needs his own companion animal too.

Valjean needs an animal sidekick whose only role in the story is to sit patiently and listen as Valjean describes whatever’s going on in his head, for the benefit of the audience

“But what animal should it be?”

(Valjean) defended a rabbit warren against rats, simply by the odor of a guinea-pig which he placed in it.

VALJEAN’S GUINEA PIG

THE MOST UNDERRATED CHARACTER IN LES MIS

THE GUINEA PIG THAT VALJEAN CANONICALLY HAS FOR THE SPACE OF A SINGLE SENTENCE

THIS SHOULD BE VALJEAN’S ANIMAL SIDEKICK

Let Valjean explain his agony over the Champmathieu case to his guinea pig friend, who squeaks in understanding. Let Valjean explain his reluctance to save Marius to the guinea pig friend on his shoulder, who squeaks grumpily as if agreeing that Marius should die

give me the guinea pig content

#les mis #jean valjean #ive been drinking too much caffeine sorry #i don't know if this coherent #but i really think im onto something #I think Ive smashed this case wide open!!!

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kickingitwithkirk · 4 years

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Happy Coincidence Chance Discovery

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Piper, Jared Padalecki x Piper,

Characters: Dean Winchester /Jensen Ackles, mentions of Chad Michael Murray

Word Count:4367

Warnings: cursing, kissing, nudity, implied sex/genital fondling/teasing

*Jared and Jensen are single.

A/N: for @idreamofplaid Thanks for the Memories Challenge #plaid and the memories HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED🎉

Prompt: Season 11, episode 4, Baby

A/N: Baby is my favorite episode but every time I’ve watched it I kept wondering; Sam’s hook up with Piper the waitress? So this is my fill in that blank with a Jared twist.

Divider: created by @writeyourmindaway

*No beta all mistakes are mine

Dean drives into the parking lot of a roadhouse just after dusk and Sam looks at the marquee shaking his head in disbelief.

“Are you serious? Dean, it's late, I’m exhausted and..and.. and starving. And this place. I mean, even Swayze wouldn't come to this roadhouse.” Sam groused.

“First of all, never use Swayze’s name in vain, okay. Ever.” Dean chastises his brother for such a sacrilege, “Second, you don't remember this place? You don't remember Heather, the hunter we worked the wendigo case a couple years ago?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sam partially smiles, remembering that night of fun.

“Yeah, exactly” Dean taking the same trip down memory lane.

“What, she’s here tonight?” Sam asks, perking up a bit.

“I texted her, she's working a rugaru case in Texas.” Dean says.

“Actually, she never texted me back. That's not the point, the point is that we have a ton of driving left to do just to go to a town where it's not probably a case.” Dean points ahead, “But in there, good times.”

“Uh...” Sam hedges looking at the building.

“But time heals all wounds, especially good times. What do ya say?” Dean looks at his brother hopeful.

“I say... knock yourself out.” Sam answers with his usual reply and Dean looks away, “I'm gonna find a diner and dig into the lore like Cas did, see if anythings ever happened where we’re headed.”

“Ah man, you really got to learn to have fun.” Dean’s reply was full of disappointment in his little brother.

“Seriously. It’s pathetic.”

They both climb out of the Impala. Sam grabs his bag from the backseat and starts walking back towards town as Dean heads into the roadhouse.

***

Sam had walked over a mile looking for somewhere to eat. Being Saturday night he thought there’d be more open but that’s small town living, the streets roll up at noon on the weekends.

He was about to give up and hike back to that mom & pop gas station he passed for a microwave burrito, preferably bean to get back at Dean, when he happened upon a small, local place, Mak’s Diner.

Hitching his bag up, he pushed open the door expecting the usual greasy spoon Dean's unerring sense navigates towards and stops just inside the front door.

It was an older establishment, obviously one of those passed down from generation to generation places but to his surprise it was well maintained, despite the C on the marquee being burnt out.

“Evening, have a seat anywhere and I’ll be right with you.” A woman’s voice called out from the kitchen. Sam walked past the counter smiling at only other occupants, an elderly couple having coffee and dessert, heading towards the back where family seating was located.

As he passed the next to last booth he noticed a closed laptop, several open books with notes scrawled around their margins, highlighted paragraphs and a few notebooks scattered on its tabletop.

He dropped the bag on the seat and shed his jacket before sliding into the booth, fishing out his laptop and the legal pad that he had started making more notes on earlier.

“Hey there, what can I get you?”

Picking up the menu laying by his elbow Sam glances through it, “Coffee and the Cobb salad, thanks.” He orders closing the menu and looking up to hand it to the waitress. She is differently not what he would have expected to find in a backwater burg like this one.

Her makeup is understated, nails painted a neutral color and her copper hued hair is pulled back in an elegant chiffon, not a high ponytail or hastily bobby pinned up-do, held in place with a real silver clip, the type that’s handed down as an heirloom.

“Just the Cobb salad?” She asked looking under the tabletop, taking in Sam’s long legs somewhat stretched out under it, boots bumping against the other side of the circular booth. Her blue/grey eyes slowly travel up appraising his body till they meet his.

“Big boys like you need more than a few leafy greens for stamina.”

Sam felt himself blushing like he was seventeen again. Waitresses blatantly flirt with Dean and vice versa all the time so he’s taken aback by this woman's more than blatant appraisal of his physique.

“I, um, yeah, ju..just the salad.” Sam stammers out.

“Okay, be back with that coffee.” Her smiles genuinely, not that faked for the customers sake one he’s used to.

Sam appraises her retreating figure like she did him. She’s not wearing the nurses white or black rubber soled shoes that’s usual waitress gear he’s seen but a brand of tennis shoes he knows are out of the typical income of career restaurant staff.

The fifties style, yellow uniforms color is completely unflattering, not fitting her right, way too tight around her bust and hips and far shorter than it should be, her mile long legs on display.

Sam shifts in his seat and tries to discreetly palm down his spontaneous erection but not so little Sam is putting up a fight, making it known it's been way too long since he’s gotten wet and he wants to enjoy her junoesque attributes.

***

While he is waiting for a page to load Sam hears the elderly couple preparing to leave. He watches as the husband helps his wife into her jacket and gently takes her hand, resting it in the crook of his arm as they slowly make their way to the exit, feeling the pang of loneliness that’s his constant companion.

“Mr. Reynolds’s, hang on a sec,” the waitress calls from the kitchen emerging with a white cake box tied shut, “Auntie wanted me to make sure you got this before leaving. She’s sorry she missed your anniversary party.”

“You tell her we missed her, needs to hurry up and get well.” Mrs. Reynolds remarked as her husband took the box with his free hand. She glanced back towards Sam, “Sweetie, you gonna be okay here with the likes of him?”

Sam kept his expression neutral, waiting to see how this plays out. He knew people found him intimidating because of his size and being a stranger in a small town, he definitely stands out but not many were that blatant about it.

“He ordered a Cobb salad, I think I can handle him,” she jested winking at him.

The couple bid her goodnight and she went back into the kitchen, Sam realizing they were now all alone. Sighing, he starts reading the info again trying to figure out what exactly their hunting is. Or not.

He was so focused on his research like usual he didn’t acknowledge the waitress standing there with his order.

“Kmm hmm,” Sam’s head snapped up, “must be something really good if you don’t notice the likes of me.” She chided him setting down a coffee decanter and cup.

“Sorry, guess I was kinda caught up.” Sam moves the laptop and notepad over as she sets down his salad and two types of dressing. “Figured you might not be a ranch type of guy so I grabbed the vinaigrette too.”

“Thanks, I prefer vinaigrette, don’t usually get offered it.”

“I’m pretty good at reading people which is why I also brought you this,” she set down another plate with a lettuce wrapped, curiously colored and, by the smell, not meat burger with all the fixings, a generous helping of baked sweet potato fries and a green colored milkshake.

“I didn’t order this.”

“I know but it cooks night off and I’m trying some new recipes. Seeing as you're the only other one here, you've been conscripted as my guinea pig.” She slid into the other side of his booth where an identical plate rested, “I wasn’t kidding about you needing more than just a salad. Besides, I hate eating alone, you wouldn’t believe how often it happens. Fuck, where’s my manners, I’m Piper.” She stuck her hand out across the table.

He takes her preferred hand amazed how it fits perfectly in his, “Sam.”

“So Sam, figure out what you're hunting yet?” She asked nonchalantly as she picked up her burger, “Cause, not being judgey, but that’s some really random shit you got there.” She takes a bite, watches as his expression bounces between startled and incredulous.

“How…”

“Saw your Tarsus 99 when you took off your jacket. I had one as a kid, then daddy got killed on a hunt and I got sent here to live with Auntie, she doesn’t cotton to hunting.”

Piper picked up a fry pointing it at him, “But what I really wanna know, where the hell did you get that demon blade, ‘cause I’ve never seen one like it before.”

Sam hesitates, “That’s a long story.”

“Don’t close till one and I’ve got nowhere to be after.”

Sam decides to deflect instead of answering. “So what is it you do, because you're definitely not a waitress.”

“Officially, I’m an antique appraiser. Unofficially, I’m helping a wayward hunter who graced my door with something he can’t figure out.”

***

Sam and Piper, after closing the diner, stayed another three hours hashing out the research for his case were now taking their time walking back towards the roadhouse.

“I’ve been wanting to ask, what’s with that name tag?” Sam noticed early it read Maggie.

“Came with this god awful uniform. Auntie insists that we all adhere to how her daddy ran the place. So when I came back to temporarily help out after her surgery, Maggie decided she was not gonna take orders from someone younger, quit and I got stuck with this. I told Auntie it wouldn’t fit, even with letting out the hem. Maggie was like five-four and I’m over five-ten!

Ugh! I keep popping these stupid top buttons and can’t freaking bend over without showing everyone my C U Next Tuesday.”

Sam smiled that nervous smile he got when unsure how to respond to an answer he wasn’t expecting.

“I normally wear this to cover it,” moving her pocketed hands in the light weight, knee length sweater she had put on when they left the diner, “but I have to confess,” Piper turned around, walking backwards, “I took it off when I saw you come in, thought what the hell, been long time since a really cute guy has walk through my door so...” She bit her lip, turning back around as they continued down the lane in companionable silence.

Sam mused over her confession admitting to himself he was interested in her too. He enjoyed sharing different theories and bouncing ideas of what they might be hunting back and forth with her, surprising him with her unique take on things.

Piper might not have been the type he consciously steered towards since Jess but she was comfortable to be around, didn’t feel his usual awkwardness he normally had around most women.

They arrived at the roadhouse a few minutes later and Sam led her towards the Impala.

“Damn, you brother is a fucking artist, how many times has he rebuilt her?” Piper asked walking around the car, running her hand over the Impalas pristine exterior.

“To many.” Sam replies, putting his bag on the front seat. “Can I have a look?” He turns to see Piper standing by the trunk. “Um, sure.” Strolling over he unlocks it and lifts the interior wheel well exposing the car's hidden armory.

“Is that a grenade launcher?”

“Yeah, Dean found it at the bunker.” Sam laughed remembering how excited Dean had been when he discovered it.

Piper shook her head shutting the trunk and hopped up on it, “What’cha wanna do now, go in,” gesturing at the bar, “or hang out here for a while longer?”

“I think I’m good hanging o...”

Piper grabbed his jacket dragging him between her spread legs and kissed him.

It took Sam all of five seconds to process what was happening before his hands grabbed her hips and tugged her to the edge of the trunk, her short skirt riding even higher as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Sam jerked back as headlights flashing over them, a patrol car drove into the parking lot. He lifted Piper off the trunk and led her to the car's back door dragging the green cooler out of their way.

Piper climbed in as he hauled it to the trunk and grabs the army blanket Dean keeps then gets in depositing it and his jacket over the front seat.

“Where were we before being rudely interrupted?” Piper asked, sliding onto Sam’s lap and leaning in to resume kissing him.

Sam tangled his long fingers into her now loose hair pulling to halt her, “What about that patrolman?”

“Won’t be back till closing, around six A.M.”

“That means Dean won’t either,” he says closing the space between them, heatedly attacking her lips.

***

Piper ran her hand over his bare chest, “How long is your refractory period?”

Sam shifted to look down at her, “umm, around twenty minutes.”

“Hmmm, I’m gonna have to see what I can do to shorten that ‘cause we are so doing that more than once again.”

“And how are you gonna do that?”

Piper stared at him slowly trailing her hand down his torso. Sam’s breath hitched as she lightly teased her fingers across his lower stomach, running through his treasure trail and over to his hip.

Shifting further down his body she continued running her fingers over the top of his left thigh feeling the hard muscles flexing under the skin. She placed both of her hands in between his legs shifting his left one off the seat and bending his right leg back placing his foot flat on the bench seat.

Piper kneels in the space between Sam’s spread legs continuously moving her fingers in random patterns over the insides of both tights, touching him everywhere below his waist.

Sam closed his eyes groaning loudly, dropping his head back against the window as her fingers played over his balls feeling her other hand travel behind them teasing over his...

“You fell asleep in the fucking car!”

His eyes snapped open startled. Blinking rapidly he sees Dean leaning through the open car window looking at him.

“Dean what...where’s Piper?”

“What’s a Piper?” He growled out, “Dude, we wrapped twenty minutes ago and I’ve been looking for you, got worried cause you weren’t answering your fucking phone Jay!”

He took a good look at Dean. His foggy brain finally realizing its mistake, taking in the headset hanging around his neck and the ball cap he likes wearing when directing. “Jen, sorry, guess I’m still in Sam headspace, got disoriented for a sec.”

Jensen laughed, “You find one grey hair and suddenly you're getting memory loss and needing naps? I’ll have to remember to have you in bed by nine, old man.”

“Your fucking hilarious Jack.” Jared shoots back sliding across the seat getting out, “Man, I had the weirdest dream.”

“From the happy noises you were making that was far from weird. And speaking of happy,” Jensen's eyebrows went up as he pointedly looked down.

Jared glances down thinking he’s drooled all over himself only to see the prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Bob’s called a meeting in five but I think we’re gonna be late.”

***

“I’m telling you it was so real! She was tall with coppery blond hair, tasted like chocolate peppermint and has this tattoo above her...” Jared paused grinning, keeping that specific location to himself, “I’ve never in my life had such a vivid dream like that.”

“Dude, you like petite brunettes.”

“I know..so why would I make her a redhead?”

“Hell if I know, it’s your giant melon. Maybe all that sugar ribbon you eat is finally getting its revenge.” Jensen snarks as they enter the meeting room.

They were greeted by Bob’s gruff voice, “About time you two showed up. Alright, now that everyone is finally here, we need to get everyone up to speed. We’re having to make changes to the filming schedule.” He pauses looking at him notes, “Jared, don’t need you to come tomorrow for those new promo shots with, what was that new character again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, Sam’s new love interest.”

“Right, anyways, writers scraped that idea. As some of you heard, several of our exterior locations got flooded with that last storm and it’s taking time to find new locations so instead of doing blocking we're gonna do a quick read through of the new episode.”

Jared opened his copy of the new script to episode 4: Baby.

Reading the opening scene he experiences deja vu, quickly scanning the first two pages: bunkers garage: Dean washing the Impala, Sam having a possible case in Oregon. Next scene: interior shot Impala, Sam gets a protein shake out of cooler, Dean wants to know about the beer. Next scene: pulling in roadhouse parking lot, Dean trying to get Sam to join him, goes to eat instead, shot from Impala view watching Dean walking. Next scene: daybreak continuing from the view of the car...

“Fuck me.” Jared whispers, catching Jensen's attention. “What’s wrong?”

“This is how my dream started.”

Jensen pulls a yeah right face.

Jared shifted in his chair leaning closer to Jensen, looking directly into his green eyes, “I’ll prove it. Next scene: Dean gets in the car at daybreak and a naked waitress pops up in the backseat with a voice-over from Sam. Dean gets out peeping in the driver's side back window at her getting dressed. Cut to next scene: Sam climbs into front seat buttoning his flannel as he apologizes for having sex in Dean’s car. Dean, happy his brother finally got laid drives off quoting Bob Sager lyrics, playing Night Moves and Sam changing a lyric.

Jared continued to lay out the entire episode from memory as Jensen flips through the script following.

“Bullshit Jared, someone snuck you a copy of this script, you're totally fucking with me.”

“Jensen, not this time.”

***

Jared walked back to his trailer aggravated that Jensen won’t believe he didn’t get an advance peek of the script. He can’t shake this unsettling feeling that he was forgetting something important.

He was two steps into his trailer when his phone vibrated. Chad left a voicemail instead of texting, weird.

“Jay man, you gotta do me solid. A friend of mine got the part of Y/N on your show and I don’t know what the fucks happening up there but she flipped the fuck out on me! Need you to check on her, she’s outside one of the guest trailers. And have her call me back after she’s calmed the fuck down!”

Jared snorted, another woman pissed off at Chad, shocker. “The fuck you getting me into this time Murray.” Jared mutters to himself as he heads over to the guest stars trailers and hears a somewhat familiar voice outside of one.

“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do? I get here and now they're telling me they’ve dropped the story line.”

There was a pause in conversation as Jared walked closer to hear more clearly over the lot's noises and was shocked when he saw her sitting on one of the trailer's steps.

“But I signed a contract...what? I don’t remember seeing that in there. So they can just arbitrarily drop the part with no notification, that’s bullshit! I’ve never had a clause like that in one before. I gave up my job and apartment for this!” She gets up and paces around not noticing him.

“They're giving me the bit part of the waitress in this episode, have a five am call for hair, getting a blonde rinse so I look more like a Dean type girl. I don’t know what the fuck is with these writers, it’s like they don’t get Sam, should’ve left him like Kripke originally created him.” She paused, “paying me what? At scale! That’ll just cover my petrol for the drive back to L.A. Wait, what about my six month lease? Could you check on it.”

“Oh, giving me two nights at the Hilton. How magnanimous of them,” she sarcastically replies, “can I still get that part on Arrow...cast someone else.” She abruptly ends the call and sits back down on the step slumping over her knees.

“So, how much of that fucked up conversation did you overhear?” She asked not looking at him.

“Um, almost all of it.” Jared confesses, “I wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping but I got a voicemail from Chad,” she looked up staring in disbelief at Jared, “he’s worried and wanted me to check on you.”

“Fanfuckingtastic, can this day get any better? I’ve completely humiliated myself in front of Jared Fucking Padalecki!”

Jared can just make out her blushing in the still dimming light. “I wouldn’t say completely, I mean, you could drop your pants and yell Pudding.”

She blinked at him before doubling over in laughter, “Alright, point taken. Still, it’s a crock of shit you don’t need to be bothered with.”

“Chad’s kinda made it my problem. Look, I don't know all the details but maybe I can help, I can call casting..”

“Oh hell no! Thanks but no thanks. Bunch of assbutts on social media were already speculating about how someone like me got the part in the first place. Last thing I need is more ammo for the haters, they’ll tweet something like I had a three way with you and Ackles because I was desperate to get the part back.”

Jared cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair embarrassed to feel turned on by the imagery she conjured up in his mind.

“Mmm, that’d be my wet dream come true, but not the point, they’ll just come up with some random shit.”

Jared understood being all too familiar with the anti whatever’s having been the target himself.

“Okay, how about we go to my trailer,” she gave him a skeptical look, “where you can have some privacy to call Chad back. I’ll get de-Sam’d and we can talk some more or grab a bite if you're hungry.”

“You don’t know me from Adam, what if I’m some psychotic serial stocker nut job?”

“If your friends with Chad, you absofuckingloutley are Ms. what's your name.” Jared sarcastically remarks given her a mischievous grin.

“Touché, and it's Piper,” Jared froze at her name, “and you’ve been friends with Murry longer than me so I know you’re straight up batshit crazy.” She smarts back standing up, “lead on, oh gallant knight.”

***

Jared walked out of the bath toweling his wet hair sees Piper lounging on his couch still on the phone with Chad.

As he crossed over to the kitchen's fridge he couldn’t help but notice her low rise jeans had ridden lower, revealing the top half of the tattoo just above her..

“Dude, should’a told me Padalecki has a tattoo kink,” Jared tripped over his feet before catching himself embarrassed at getting caught, “Yeah, that was your boy.” She winked at him, “No way in hell I’m ever showing it to you perv.” Jared loudly laughs at that. “Hey, when I get back I’m PA’ing for you till I get another gig. Don’t you dare argue, you got me into this so it’s that or I’m on your couch for a month,” Piper rolled her eyes at Chad’s response, “Yeah, yeah, talk to you later.”

“Is that how you met Chad, working as a PA?” Jared inquired coming over to sit down next to Piper handing her a beer.

“Yeah, paid the bills while doing auditions, was starting to pick up a few bit parts around LA.” Piper starts nervously fiddling with the bottles label, “I heard about the casting call for a new Sam girl and Murry talked me into trying out for it, so I figured unless I kiss Crowley I don’t have a shot in hell and holy fuck, I got it.”

She stopped talking but kept playing with the label.

“Hey, whatever it is you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Jared says gently touching her shoulder in a reassuring manner.

She took a long pull of her beer before continuing. “My Auntie died and I inherited everything, including her debts. I negotiated a smaller settlement but it wiped out all my savings.” She paused draining the rest of her bottle. “I figured it was serendipity..”

Jared is half listening, feeling that uneasy sensation again at that last word.

“...gonna be Sam Winchester’s...”

“If we’re meant to meet again,”

“.. weren’t killing her off after three episodes but then they decided to drop that story line...”

“we will.”

“...I should be going. Thanks for the beer and letting bending your ear, I’m gonna get out of your hair.” Piper gets up heading for the door.

Jared finally remembers.

“I believe in serendipity..maybe you can too.”

He quickly jumped up moving between her and the door blurting out, “I know you said you didn’t want my help but you can’t go, not yet.”

“Okay, why not? ‘Cause any other time I’d be up for some wham bam thank you ma’am but so not in the mood right now.”

Taking a deep breath he goes for it, “So, get this, after we finished filming today, I fell asleep in the Impala and had this dream…”

***

Jared sat on the couch nervously chewing on his thumb watching as Piper paces back and forth mulling over his story.

She abruptly stopped and sat down on the table in front of him. “So here's the deal, I will believe everything you've told me,” Jared opens his mouth to say something but Piper reached out laying her fingers on his lips, “if you can answer one question.”

Jared took her hand remembering how it felt so right in his, “Okay.”

“Since you’ve seen it in your dream, what does my tattoo mean?”

“In Japanese, it means happy coincidence,” Jared confidently says sitting back as Piper climbs onto his lap, “but that's the first line, the second one is chance discovery.”

Jared pulls her in, brushing his lips against hers, running his tongue across them so she’ll part them , allowing him access. He can taste the beer they’ve been drinking but there’s that sumptuous flavor of her underneath he finds intoxicating..chocolate peppermint..thinking to himself..

Serendipity.

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IkeVam Host CLUB Vampire collection event from 29/11-6/12/19, this is a revived event from March 2019 one, but this time adding Dazai, Jean, Shakespeare, Comte and Sebastian's story.

The curtain suddenly opened on a dazzling night.

Yuuki: Uhm Sebastian, is there something going on today?

For some reasons, I was told I didn’t need to work that day. At night, I went to the living room as Sebastian had invited, when I opened the door, everybody (the eminent men) already gathered there, staring at me as if they were waiting for me impatiently, (Nevertheless … everybody seem different from usual….? Or perhaps I should say, their sexiness increase. This space, as if …) Everybody dressed up handsomely and champaign were laid out on the table reminded me of the dazzling night world.

Sebastian: Today we want to show you our gratitude. Please let us hold a small party for you.

Yuuki: Gratitude … I didn't do anything special though?

Sebastian: That’s not true. Yuuki… you always work hard for the mansion, no?

Comte: You got lost into our mansion, even if that is fate, we appreciate it.

Shakespeare: Today, as the main cast, we will add a nice touch to the story at this mansion and let’s appreciate Yuuki.

Sebastian: For this reason, tonight, we are hosts that will do our best to entertain you, Yuuki. So, this is our one night only club called “CLUB Vampire”.

(Right, this host club atmosphere…! )

Dazai: Well, Toshiko, you should let us serve you to your heart’s content. Let’s immediately pour do-peri on the champagne tower (~I think do-peri is a kind of sparkling wine :s)

Sebastian: Let’s drink the do-peri! To Yuuki! Thank you! To Yuuki! Merci! Ah, tonight we drink to the end!

Yuuki: Se..Sebastian!?

Sebastian: From now, it’s a no-holds-barred (no limit) party. A champagne call to bring up the excitement!

(Somehow this has become amazing…!)

Sebastian: Today the lead actress is you, Yuuki. Who will you request to spend the entire night with you? (~and have him all to yourself)

Yuuki: Request…?

Sebastian: Correct. While it’s bold of me to say this, everybody have been trained about the basic knowledge of a host hence their service are perfect.

Napoleon: If you choose me, I will make you smile with all your hearts, because I want you to always smile.

Mozart: Of course you will request me right. I don’t think there are any other alternatives.

Leonardo: Little lady, tonight I can do as you wish all night long heh …?

Vincent: I’ll be happy… if you choose me to be your companion for your precious time.

Arthur: Choose me. I will pamper you so much that you can’t live without me … ok? (~pamper/indulge/spoil)

Isaac: If you request me… I won’t refuse. I won’t make you feel bored, Yuuki.

Theo: I will entertain you, feel honoured, dog.

Shakespeare: I will give you a night like a dream, Yuuki.

Dazai: I must do my best for your shake, Toshiko.

Jean: I will entertain you with all my efforts. And it’s not only for tonight, I want to win you (~your nomination) forever.

Comte: Now, princess, tonight I will grant any of your wishes.

Sebastian: Tonight I will entertain you not as a butler, but as a host.

Furthermore, there are new people started working in CLUB Vampire. To be seen in the touch game, their host entertainment is …

Faust: This is a reward for being an obedient experimental animal (guinea pig). I will love you in plenty. (~love, dote on, treat tenderly)

Charles: I want to be with you more and more … Will you take me home (~take a man home from the club/bar, one night stand OvO)

Vlad: I wonder if you will choose me. You have been a good girl, I will give you the best night.

Among the dazzling hosts, who will you choose?

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For all the villagers, cats or dogs?

Just covering the non-marriage villagers in this one, even then I have way too much to say on the subject, apparently. XD

Caroline - I imagine Caroline growing up in a household full of cats and just adoring them. She was devastated when she found out that Pierre is severely allergic, yet another contributing factor to their rocky marriage.

Pierre - He’s allergic to cats in canon, but I also don’t headcanon him as a lover of dogs either. I think that in Pierre’s mind, pets are just problematic and too much work. I imagine this is why Abigail has a pet guinea pig, it’s the only pet her father would allow her to have since it’s confined to a cage.

Robin - LOVED cats… until she found out that Sebastian was allergic and she had to get rid of her favorite kitty.

Demetrius - Doesn’t honestly have a preference, he prefers a pet-free house. Less animal hair to contaminate his lab.

Evelyn - As partial as I am to the image of the sweet old lady with a kitty curled up in her lap, I just don’t see that for Evelyn. I actually picture her as a dog person. Mostly due to how much she sees Dusty help her grandson, she appreciates what that dog has done for him in his lifetime to provide support and it makes her really have a fondness for dogs.

George - Much as George loves to scowl at animals and gripe about how much work they are, he does have an unspoken fondness for Dusty. When Evelyn is inside cooking and Alex is away at the beach, he’ll wheel himself near Dusty’s enclosure and talk to him for a bit of company.

Jodi - Jodi is neutral to pets and doesn’t really have a preference to dog or cat… they both require lots of work and care that she knows she’ll end up having to provide. She doesn’t DISLIKE pets by any means, but it’s hard to add one more responsibility to her life.

Kent - Kent never used to be fond of animals until he returned home from the war. Upon his return home, he found it hard to connect to people and found himself longing for a connection to someone that could just listen to him without judgement or pity. He was tired of the pitying looks he received or the kid hands that he was treated with. Shortly after his return home, Vincent wanted to get a pet dog. Vincent was bored with it in no time, but Kent actually bonded with it rather quickly. In no time, that dog was clearly Kent’s dog and not Vincent’s. He found his mental health improving with this new dog and the walks he takes the dog on are quite therapeutic for him.

Vincent - Oh, Vincent loves dogs! They’re great! They’re amazing! They’re fun! Until you realize how much work and responsibility they are, then they’re far less fun. As mentioned above, when Vincent finally does get a dog, it’s a great novelty for about a week, but picking up dog poop and taking the dog out for a walk daily is no fun. The idea of it is far more entertaining than actually owning one.

Gus - Gus would actually LOVE to have a pet! He’s more of a dog person, but hey, even a cat would be nice to have around as company. But being the owner of a saloon that serves food, it’s just not sanitary to keep an animal inside. Every so often before the saloon opens, he’ll poke his head out to check in on Dusty and even throw him a few bones or scraps of food from the saloon.

Clint - Clint is very lonely in his house all by himself. Like Gus, he would love to have an animal to keep him company, but he’s afraid of having a small animal in a house with such dangerous equipment. As much as he would love a dog or cat, it’s too risky in case they were to get too close to his furnace. I could see Clint going for something like a snake or pet fish or something… something that stays where you leave it.

Marnie - OF COURSE Marnie loves all animals! I honestly think she wouldn’t have much of a preference between dogs or cats, she’s probably owned both in her lifetime!

Jas - Jas loves spending time with all of Marnie’s animals, but admittedly some of the bigger ones are intimidating to her and even the smaller chickens can be a bit off-putting with such sharp beaks. Jas longs to have a kitty; the softest, fluffiest one that ever existed. Well, of course Marnie would never turn down another animal and Uncle Shane can’t resist doing something for Jas when she’s such a good kid, so you know she’s gonna end up with the softest, fluffiest white kitty with bows in her hair named Fifi.

Lewis - Lewis feels that his job as mayor is ‘too important and time consuming’ to even consider owning an animal (notice the sarcastic quotation marks). However, I feel that after retirement, he would be open to having a pet to keep him company after Marnie inevitably kicks him to the curb, and I definitely see him being a cat person. He would take his cat everywhere after that, even to community events (despite Harvey’s continued insistence that it’s not wise to bring a cat into a crowd where there are those who have allergies).

Linus - Animals aren’t meant to be ‘owned’, they deserve to be free just like humans. Linus lives peacefully with the animal life in the mountains, respecting their space and need to hunt/gather just as he too has this need. He peacefully co-exists with the wildlife around him.

Pam - Pam looooooves cats. Like, if she had the space for them, she would own so many cats and be one of those crazy cat ladies. But, not a lot of space to house a bunch of cats in a trailer and not a lot of money to provide for them adequately. Of course she could probably make it happen regardless, but she has enough sense to know that it wouldn’t be a great living situation for the cats.

Willy - Willy’s a dog lover for sure. He on-again off-again owns dogs that usually accompany him in his boat when he goes out on the ocean. Whenever one of his trusted canine friends passes, he takes some time to grieve but within a year or so he’s got his next furry companion. That’s really all Willy wants/needs out of life is a home by the sea and a canine companion by his side.

#sdv villagers #sdv caroline #sdv pierre #sdv robin #sdv demetrius #sdv evelyn #sdv george #sdv jodi #sdv kent #sdv vincent #sdv gus #sdv clint #sdv marnie #sdv jas #sdv lewis #sdv linus #sdv pam #sdv willy

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