Sirius Black and Marlene McKinnon as Hades and Persephone
The God of the underworld has been escaping the underground these days quite often. His brother, the God of shadows and dark, has found it in him to be of use lately. Sirius, taking the form of a wild beast with a very lavish fur, walked among the fields of flowers claimed by no other than the Goddess of harvest and agriculture, resting under the shadows of an elm tree.Â
There, amongst the smell of pollen and flowers that tickled his nose, and the breeze that cuddled his fur, his eyes rested on the carelessly charming daughter of the Goddess of harvest. She shared the mesmerizing field– that Sirius could only dream to see in the underground– with her mother.
Marlene.Â
Marlene passed her afternoons near the elm tree, taking care of her own little garden.
After Marlene had noticed the strangely huge black dog, he had been invited to be apart of her routine.
Sirius found himself escaping the realm of the dead, and joining Marlene in her gardening in his dog form until dawn.Â
Marlene was a strange Goddess. She had her mothers beauty. Slightly tanned skin with white short hair, cherry lips, and piercing big brown eyes. She treated Sirius with wine -the Lord of the underworld had no idea why she would treat dogs with wine-, from the help he did in the garden, and he was also privileged to have the gift of Marlene liking very much to talk to dogs.Â
It took Marlene a full moon cycle to know that the dog she had been carrying around was none other than the Lord of The Dead.Â
While Sirius had waited for the woman to come, he had fallen asleep.
A graze of freezing to touch fingertips woke him up, and suddenly Sirius found himself face to face with her.Â
“It’s you!” she let out a breath.Â
Sirius snapped his head down, noticing that he was in his human form. He looked down on his gray-ish hands, and black clothing, cursing at them. “I have to go–”
“Wait–”
Marlene grabbed his wrist, “Why are you going?”
“Well, somehow has to see that the dead won’t lose their way,” Sirius replied, “my realm can be quite difficult to navigate. A lot of right turns.”
Marlene snorted and lifted her eyebrows, “I didn’t know that helping the dead find their road was the God of underworld’s duty–”
“Of co–”
“-besides, if they haven’t lost their way so far they will be alright, won’t they?” Marlene grinned.Â
Sirius looked down on Marlene’s grin, and up to her dilated brown eyes. “You’re not scared of me?”Â
Realization seemed to hit the woman's eyes, “I would be, Lord of Dead,” she beamed, “if I hadn’t taken care of a drunken dog that seemed to be you, no? Not two suns before? I’m afraid I've passed being scared of you.”
“Oh,” Sirius chuckled. “Well, I suppose you’re right.” Sirius finally relaxed his shoulders, and leaned on the tree, deciding that he might not leave yet.Â
“Does it scare you?” Marlene asked.Â
Sirius lifted an eyebrow, amused. It had been a long time since someone asked him of fear. “What?”
“That I’m not afraid of you?” Marlene leaned on the tree as well, looking down on her garden.Â
Hi, do you still write drabbles? Could you write about Sirius and Marlene? Whatever. I love your writings. I'm glad you're back
"No I'm not going." Sirius could hear the punctuation in Marlene's voice but rolled his eyes anyway. His hands were currently holding hers, trying to get her up while she insisted on laying back on the bed of their tiny one-bedroom apartment.
"Yes, you are. You wanted to in the first place remember. I said I thought it was a bad idea and you said-"
"I know what I said, I don't need some man to remind me of my own words."
Defeated, he let go of her and sat next to her. "Marls-"
"No."
"Okay." He laid back, propping his elbows under him, blowing away some stray hairs that fell into his face.
"What the fuck, you're not even going to try and make me go when you know I want to?"
There was no winning for Sirius, he could see that now. "I want to do whatever you want to do."
"Well, I don't know what I want."
Preferably he would have replied with 'I can see that' and then left without her, but he wasn't quote that stupid. So instead, he paused to think for a minute then proposed his own idea to her. "Option one, we go meet Lily and James for the double date you planned at that overly cheesy muggle restaurant. Or option two is that we stay here and have sex."
She turned on him, eyebrows pulled together in doubt. "Those are the only two options?" His own eyebrow cocked, and the left side of his lips twitched into a smirk that he knew Marlene had a soft spot for. Marlene let out the loudest sigh she could before announcing, "Well get out of bed already, we're going to be late!"
"Great, let's go." Sirius jumped back up, and extended his hand to Marlene, hoping she would forget that she hated the dress she was wearing from the back, because she thought it made her 'back look too square' whatever the hell that meant. Marlene took his hand, and he pulled her up, kissing softly her on the lips once she was at his height. "I love you."
"I know, I know," she waved him away playfully and within minutes they had shoes on and were out the door. Sirius silently thanked whatever Wizarding Gods were looking out for him that 20 weeks into pregnancy, Marlene hadn't murdered him yet.
The sun crept between the curtains just enough for it to hit Sirius’ eyes, making him stir from his slumber. He had a lazy Sunday ahead of him, nothing to do so he cursed the damn light when it woke him.Â
He blinked a few times adjusting to the light, just to make sure that when he moved to take his wand, he wouldn’t wake up Marlene.Â
Marlene who was sleeping peacefully next to him.
He could see how the morning light reflected on Marlene’s golden and messy locks, her chest rising softly with each breath she took, and even the little drool that fell from the corner of her lip.
Seeing her like that would have freaked him out in the earlier days of dating, when he didn’t want to be a sap like James and be in love in the middle of a war. When the most important things were getting Os in all the tests, prepping for the next full moon, and surpassing their last prank.Â
But now, seeing her at peace, made his heart warm, and content in a way he wasn’t sure he ever felt with anyone else.
Yes, he adored James, and Harry made him feel love that he never experienced before, but Marlene… Marlene made him love himself for all the parts that he hated, and made him want to be better, do better.
Sirius stared at the woman next to him, thinking of all the things that had happened between them: the fights, the discussions, the secrets, the kisses, the love, and the way life had to bring the best things to you even when everything seemed bleak, and good things were undeserving.Â
Maybe he was becoming a good old sap like James, but at the moment he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was just enjoy the moment that the morning light had given him.
Once annoying, but now filled with so much more than just an unwanted wakeup call.Â
First time Marlene spots the boy is on the platform 9 Âľ. A lot of people do actually, to be precise, it is the presence of his parents that, all of a sudden, commands the atmosphere in their 50-meter radius. All of them clad in black, their faces proud, expressionless, something that is akin to the faces of Greek statues she saw in some of the Muggle books her mom keeps in their bookcase at home. The faces smoothened into perfection after hundreds of years of all kinds of weather conditions. The elements didn’t make them more relatable by chipping away tiny parts of them, no, they made their faces hard, their eyes lacking the emotion the master sculptor put into them originally. Likewise, it is impossible to say what these people are thinking, but somehow their glassy looks are telling nevertheless. Marlene shivers. Â
The boy’s eyes though, his eyes are different.
Stormy-grey, they reflect the colour perfectly. Storm and rebellion. She wonders how it is possible to have that much rage in one’s eyes, in one’s expression. The glow of his skin is certainly similar to his mother’s, but the muscles underneath far from it. They haven’t yet turned into stone. His mouth twists into an uncomfortable grimace when even more people start paying them attention as they move closer to the train already waiting there. His eyes narrow in a suspicious squint when he catches her looking. Marlene does not look away.
There are more things to notice. Like one of his hands that is balled into a fist and actively refusing to be touched by his mother who is trying to stir him closer to herself. He turns with his back to her now, and Marlene catches a glimpse of his other hand, spread, the palm pressing into the centre of the back of another boy by his side. The other boy is slightly smaller, but otherwise a spitting image of what simply must be his older brother. Hiding behind the bigger boy, his expression is much more subdued and uncertain as he twists the hem of his brother’s robes with his fingers nervously.
Marlene can’t take her eyes away from that protective touch.
Later, as she boards the train, she hears whispers of the black family. The Blacks. One of the Sacred 28. Marlene can’t get the boy out of her head. When she walks down the aisle in search of a vacant seat she’s so deep in her thoughts she almost misses him. But thank Merlin, she looks up soon enough. There he is, sitting all alone in the last compartment of the last train car. She stops in her tracks and watches him for a millisecond before pulling the door open, letting it crash into the opposite wall loudly. “Awrite there!” Marlene greets and doesn’t wait for his permission to come in. She simply does and slumps on the seat opposite of him. His face is a little bit more relaxed now than it was on the platform. Tilting her head to the side, she reaches out to offer her hand. “A’m Marlene McKinnon.”
What happens next is just pure brilliance. The boy in front of her smiles, and it’s the most dazzling smile Marlene has ever seen in her life however short it's been so far. His whole face lights up, the previously angry eyes sparkle with something else altogether. Interest. “Hello.” His voice is smooth, a little high, his accent posh. “Sirius Black. So nice to meet you.” And he grabs her hand with both of his and shakes it firmly once, twice. When he lets go, his eyes are still shining at her and Marlene thinks, no, she knows, she’s just made a friend for life.
For @conchitamendez, I hope this is passionate enough and my fading to black game isn't too weak in the end
prompt c of my alphabet of flowers prompts list and nearly half of this absolutely filthy list from @dumplingsjinson (girl, how are you ok after this?)
Plot: Marlene and Sirius are friends with benefits, but one of their encounters turns out to be more intimate than usual
Rating: Explicit (but there’s a little plot in my smut so 🤷🏼‍♀️)
Words: 1993
The sixth’ years free periods weren’t hours of blissful relaxation as the Marauders had suggested when they first saw their schedule, but times in which to attempt to keep up with the vast amount of homework they were being set. Not only were they studying as though they had exams every day, but the lessons themselves had become more demanding than ever before, to the point Marlene barely understood half of what Professor McGonagall said and even James, who was a pro in the subject, had to ask her to repeat instructions once or twice. To soothe the panic running wild in the magical community, nonverbal spells were now taught not only in Defence Against the Dark Arts but in Charms and Transfiguration as well, and every time Marlene looked over at her classmates in the common room or at mealtimes, she often saw them purple in the face and straining. Their only solace was the time spent into the greenhouses, and although they were dealing with more dangerous plants than ever in Herbology, at least they were still allowed to swear loudly if the Venomous Tentacula seized them unexpectedly from behind. One result of their enormous workload and the frantic hours of practicing was that Sirius and Marlene’s relief encounters became a nearly daily affair. All it took was a look or a nod, and the two would retreat to an empty and secluded closet they’d discovered more or less halfway through the previous year to release some tension. The smell wasn’t the best, and the lighting was almost nil, leading to ridiculous shenanigans, but it was a place of their own, where no one could hear them nor would look for support and suggestions from their already drained minds.
“I hope I’m not being too needy,” said Marlene, as soon as the door closed behind Sirius’ shoulders. It was the second evening in a row in which she was the one to give the signal, but she could no longer stand the tense silence of the room she shared with Lily, nor Dorcas casting dreamy glances at Remus every time he breathed.
“Well, I like it when you’re needy,” replied Sirius, roughly loosening his tie. A split second, and his soft lips met Marlene’s, so hungry one would think years had passed since the last time they kissed and not barely twenty-four hours. Everyone knew the two friends occasionally fucked, and although Mary had her suspicions about who Marlene kept seeing when she slipped out of the dormitory in the middle of the night, no one imagined that it was always in each other’s company that they spent their time. Being in Sirius’ arms was like coming home after a long day in the cold and throwing yourself on the sofa, under a cosy duvet in front of the crackling fireplace, and it certainly didn’t hurt that this duvet liked to squeeze her ass whenever he could. Back at the beginning of their fourth year, when they shared their first kiss in one of the thousand alcoves of Hogwarts, both more drunk than they’d wanted to admit, she’d considered his shamelessness a little childish, almost as if he wanted to hide a certain inexperience by appearing confident and straight to the point, but now, when she felt his long fingers go down from her waist to her hips, she melted under his touch.
“I like it when you’re like this,” he repeated softly, in the little time he had between having his mouth claiming hers and his teeth biting lightly at her earlobe. He feverishly licked and sucked, leaving a trail of small love marks and saliva running from her exposed neck almost to her sternum. Her mind, clouded by the heat of the moment, was a kaleidoscope of desires at odds with each other, making her unable to decide if she wanted him closer or she wished to take things slow, if she wanted him to touch her or keep up with whatever he was doing. A whimper escaped her lips when he unexpectedly picked her up and pressed her against the nearest wall, her legs tightly wrapped around him, his hipbones pressing on her inner thighs. As their kisses deepened, Sirius began to thrust into her with his clothes still on, the evidence of his arousal sliding against her naked, aching core. Obscene moans crawled up her throat as he increased the pace of his movements and started to undo the last buttons of her uniform, so rudely it almost seemed like they insulted him just by being there. Suddenly, his hands were everywhere under her shirt, now completely open, his fingertips trailing she shape of her nipples under the sheer fabric of her underwear, switching something in her brain. She needed him to take away with his kisses and caresses the stress and the frustration of feeling in constant danger, to help her ignore the reality of what was happening outside school, something that knocked on their doors in the form of the Daily Prophet’s delivery every morning.
“Seems like I have to work harder than usual today to have your undivided attention,” Sirius whispered, snapping her out of the dark path her thoughts had taken. Even from so close, with his hair dishevelled, his dark eyes lit by passion and his lips red and swollen, he was absolute, exquisite perfection.
“Maybe I just need to hear you tell me how much you want me,” she replied, a smirk spreading across her flushed face. With anyone else she would’ve been too embarrassed to speak, but he was Sirius, and there were no words to explain how comfortable she felt in his presence, hence she fact she was without panties, something he seemed to realize only once he regained his grip on her ass to lay her down on the covers he’s brought from his room a month prior.
“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now,” he nearly growled, fondling the wetness between her legs. Marlene held her breath as a jolt of pleasure shot through her nerves, another following shortly after, too light and slow to let her reach her peak but not less thrilling. Judging by his amused look, Sirius was enjoying every second of the methodical torture, the expression drawn on her face every time he touched her clit and the little “o” her lips formed when he slid his index inside her. Sweet sounds fell out of her mouth as he set his rhythm, and Marlene could do nothing to stop them beside hiding her face in his shirt, praying she wasn’t being too loud. She didn't want to think about what might happen if they were discovered, she didn't even want to try to imagine how she would feel explaining the situation to her parents. They would’ve forbidden her to see him again, that was for sure, and she would probably never have the chance to meet her friends again, and...
“Can you please tell me what’s bothering you instead of insisting in having sex?” Sirius asked, dropping to her side. He didn’t seem angry, rather vaguely worried, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, just like when the full moon approached.
“But we’re here for it,” she protested, and although it might sound bad to say to so openly, it was true. Outside those squalid walls they were simple friends who liked to flirt, nothing more, but while they were in the closet they became different people, who had no reason to carry around the burdens of what was behind the thin door, or their meetings would’ve lost their meaning.
“I’m not here just for it, and you know it,” he replied, resolute. In total honesty, Marlene had suspected for a while that Sirius might have feelings for her, but since he’d never brought up the subject, she too had remained silent, letting everything remain in that comfort zone they’d built for themselves. After all, she too had long since stopped paying attention to other boys, her every need fulfilled by her friend, but putting a label on what they were came with risks, many of which she was unwilling to take.
“School’s ending,” she admitted after she realized he would’ve waited all night to hear her vent, her eyes stubbornly fixed on the wooden beams of the ceiling in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. She was sure she would miss every detail of that stupid building, every damn stone and every puddle that formed in the courtyard as soon as a few drops of rain fell, but more than anything she would miss the chatter, the laughter, and the tasteless jokes of the Marauders, whom in the vast majority of cases got her in trouble too.
“Marlene, the school year just started,” Sirius pointed out, perplexed.
“But we’re in our sixth year, and it’s nearly Halloween, and next year it’ll all be over, and…”
“And you don’t know if you’re ready to leave it all behind,” he concluded, as if he knew where the conversation was going. Maybe he already had this discussion with someone else, or maybe he was the one scared of the future, since the Potters’ kindness couldn’t be infinite and at some point he would have to find a job to support himself. Either way, it was evident he understood, so she nodded, and let Sirius slip his arm under her head to pull her closer.
“I know that what awaits outside is scary,” he reassured her, lazily drawing infinites on the bare skin of her shoulder. “But graduation doesn’t mean we forget about each other and move on with our lives. Lily, Dorcas and Mary will always be there for you. James and Remus as well. And rest assured nothing will be enough to get rid of me.”
“Are you saying we’ll see each other during the summer too?” Marlene asked, lifting her head slightly to meet his grey eyes.
“If you want me,” he replied with a smile, after which he pressed a delicate kiss on the tip of her nose. Despite the amount of times they’d seen each other naked, despite the decidedly steamy acts they’d engaged in, this gesture was more intimate than anything they’d shared before.
“I would be glad to host you for a while,” she confirmed, and his features lit up with a new light, something she saw happen only sporadically with James. No one had appreciated his presence when he still lived with his parents at Grimmauld Place, and although he had countless friends ready to include him in any kind of activity, although he was always joking and acting unserious, old habits were hard to suppress, and the need to belong to something, to someone, showed through the cracks in the mask. That was why she was sure he would join the Order of the Phoenix, just like her brother did the previous years. None of them would’ve backed down if Dumbledore asked for their help, no matter how many casualties the Daily Prophet listed every day. It was for a good cause, and although she wanted to live, and see things, and travel the world, she also wanted people like Lily to have a place in the Wizarding World, to ease those divisions that would make her, Sirius and the Muggleborns three different categories of people, one more worthy than the others and one little more than animals.
“Maybe I’ll even get to see a Hebridean Black in person,” Sirius mused, and before Marlene could remind him how aggressive those dragons were, and how her family would’ve never let them venture in their territory, he placed a single finger, still smelling of her, on her lips.
“No lectures for now,” he murmured, although he seemed quite distracted by how she started to suggestively suck at it. “Let me celebrate the fact I’m finally out of the fuck zone in the way every man would.”
Hiya! Hope you enjoy this short one-shot, thought there was too little Blackinnon content on here lately. You can find it also on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net, my username is in my bio! (English is not my first language, I’m sorry for the possible mistakes)
"Kids off to bed!" Despite having slept for three hours, Marlene had to admire her boyfriend's energy. He had worked the whole night — one drawback of being an Auror. He did not have a say on his shifts... especially if he didn't want any cut to his wage, which was the last thing they needed at the moment. He had arrived home in the early morning and succeeded in getting some rest before the kids woke their parents up, anxious to open their Christmas presents.
Marlene smiled at him and asked him to help her pick up the gifts' wrappings that the children had dropped on the floor earlier that day. "Do you think the children were happy?" They did have money, it was not that, but they struggled sometimes. Surely their children's gifts paled compared to the pile Harry received each year, spoiled by rich parents and grandparents. Thankfully, the little Blacks had a fair share of biological and non-biological uncles and aunties that came to help.
"Of course they were, love. Did you not hear your daughter going on and on about the cat to your mum?" Marlene grinned. "The kitty was a nice touch." Her heart warmed up as she remembered the enchanted expression of their daughter when she had seen her dad walking in with a box containing a small and adorable kitty, despite not understanding why Saint Claus didn't place it under the tree with the rest of their presents. Anyway, she and her bother had spent their entire morning playing with it and cuddling it and there had been quite a few tears when they had to leave it at home to go to lunch at their grandparents'.
"Hey, let's go to bed..." Marlene proposed, noticing her man's tired eyes. She kissed him tenderly on the cheek and began standing up. "Wait, Marls... There still is a gift for you."
She hadn't noticed the small red box under the Christmas tree. She supposed Sirius had hidden it to give it to her when they were all alone.
"Is it going to explode in my face?"
Sirius laughed. "Maybe... and don't say I didn't have to" he added, noticing her expression. "Only... just open it."
It was a ring. And not just any ring... Marlene knew perfectly what it was, but it was the last thing she expected at that moment. Sure, they had been together for years, but they had had two kids without really looking for them — they loved them to death and Marlene wouldn't change a thing, but they were young and finding all the money had been difficult; a wedding was an enormous cost, a caprice... They had agreed that they did not need to get married to be conscious of what they felt for one another or to promise to always be there.
"Will you marry me?" Marlene felt ten years younger when she noticed how the man was looking at her... and was overwhelmed with butterflies in her stomach.
"Oh..."
Sirius chuckled softly, brushing a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "Is it a no?"
"Sirius... why?"
"I want you to be my wife," he stated simply, making her feel emotional. "I know it'll be a great expense, we can still do something simple, but... I want to marry you"
It was the simplicity of Sirius' love that took her breath away. The attention and care towards her that he never failed to show, thesmall gestures that made her feel so loved: working all night to be able to buy one more toy for their children, or his smile when his shift was over and he was back home, to her... stroking her hair while falling asleep, the flowers and breakfast in bed for her twenty-seventh birthday. The two of them were so complicated, but what they felt for each other did not need much explanation.
"Marls, if you don't agree it's fine... I just thought—" he said, a little disappointed to find her looking straight at the carpet, not quite meeting his gaze.
"Of course I want to marry you, you idiot!" She looked up at him, wiping the tears off his face. "It's just... you made me happy."
He took her face in his hands, stroking her cheekbones. "I can't even explain it, Marls... I'm more and more in love with you each passing day. You are my reason to do everything — you and the kids. Fifteen years ago, I would have never imagined having this life, but I'd be miserable otherwise."
She drew him closer, taking him from his pajama, and kissed him with passion. "Put this ring on me, then."
Sirius grinned.
"You could have asked five years ago... I was hot and hadn't endured two childbirths yet..." The comment was put to an end by his boyfriend, who searched her lips almost desperately. He kissed her hard... Marlene felt dizzy.
Blackinnon Fest 2023 is here! This year it's 30 prompts for the 30 days of April! I'll do my best to get them all up before May. :P Check out the @blackinnonfest blog for a list of all the prompts and other stories too!
Day 1 - "If one day I decided to leave, would you run away with me?”
Bide
Sirius kicked at the rocks beneath his feet, not caring if anyone heard or saw him walking the Black Lake's shore at half past midnight.
It was all so stupid. People were dying out there, and somehow he and his mates were supposed to care about classes? He shook his head, and kicked at the rocks again.
Someone swore in the darkness.
"Watch it!"
Sirius grinned. He knew that voice.
"Wotcher, McKinnon."
"Black? Why are you kicking rocks at me?" Marlene came out of the shadows, her golden hair and blue eyes looking silver in the moonlight.
"Have to get your attention somehow."
Her blood red lips curved up in a small smile and Sirius smirked as some of the weight lifted from his chest.
"There are better ways to get a girl's attention."
Sirius shrugged. "Usually are but I'm a direct sort of bloke."
"Well your direct approach got my attention, what are you going to do with it?"
"Fancy a walk?"
She bit her bottom lip while he waited for her answer and Sirius wondered if she was deliberately toying with him.
"A walk under the stars? If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to be romantic." Marlene tilted her head in the direction she'd come from and turned.
Two long strides and Sirius caught up to her.
"Then I wouldn't know you very well, would I?"
"If you know me so well, what would you do?"
The weight that had driven him from the dorms lifted a bit more and Sirius lazily dropped his arm around her shoulders. He wasn't sure when it happened, but Marlene was quickly becoming a safe place to hide from the harder parts of his life. And Sirius wanted to know if maybe he was hers too.
"Give you a place to hide where no one and nothing can find you except me until you're ready to face the world again."
She stopped walking and looked up at him, her eyes wide. He thought he'd screwed up, misjudged what he thought was between them. Then her hands tangled in his leather jacket.
"Would you stay with me in that place?" Her voice was barely louder than the gentle wind around them.
Sirius tightened his hold on her shoulders, pulling her closer. Marlene's eyes were locked on his, and all the humor he'd felt a moment ago had evaporated in the night air. He brought his free hand to brush a curl from her face.
"If one day I decided to leave, would you run away with me? Leave this insanity behind and not look back?"
She stepped closer, bringing her breath to mingle with his.
"You didn't answer my question."
Sirius pulled her against him, caught up in the heady feeling that always accompanied having Marlene this close. He rested his forehead against hers, his lips tilting up at the left when her eyes fluttered close.
"Do you want to hide with me?"
Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips and ensnaring him all the more.
"Would you think I'm weak?"
"I'm not the easiest bloke to get along with, if anything I'd think you crazy."
Marlene tilted her head up, her nose sliding against him as her lips came ever closer to his. Sirius refused to admit how difficult she made it to breathe.
"I'd run away with you." Her lips brushed his as she spoke.
He grinned against her, feeling her smile grow with his. "I'd stay with you."
The sigh that escaped her was cut off as Sirius gave in and brought his lips to Marlene's.
He'd stay with her, wherever she wanted to be, he knew he would stay.
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