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♡ Jaskier would definitely serenade you when you were sad.
♡ letting you lay your head on his lap while he brushed your hair, singing to you.
♡ you are his muse 100%
♡ he’d watch you no matter what you were doing and pull out his notebook, writing away to the sight of you.
♡ “Jaskier, what are you doing?”
♡ you’d giggle when you see him frantically looking for his book.
♡ you were on a picnic and now of all times he had to write music?
♡ “I’m sorry m’love. You look so stunning right now, I have to write this down in the moment.”
♡ parties with him are amazing.
♡ watching him flow around the dance floor, singing songs so obviously written about you made your heart soar.
♡ Jaskier would sing of times you’d danced together, fought together, laughed together, loved together.
♡ and at the end of each song he’d have made his way to you, kissing your hand before returning to his duty.
♡ after his performances you’d join him on the dance floor, swaying and dancing to the beats of the band.
♡ quiet nights with Jaskier were your favorite above all else.
♡ laying in bed, reading, writing, thinking, or sleeping was the best.
♡ because in these moments he wasn’t jaskier the bard who sings tales of witchers and women - he was jaskier the lover.
♡ the one who holds you and tells you every single detail he loves about you.
♡ the one who didn’t expect a single thing from you other than your presence.
♡ it’s refreshing to not have to worry if you’re enough.
♡ Jaskier’s favorite times were listening to you rant.
♡ hearing you speak was the ideal time for him.
♡ he’d just sit and listen while you go on about your day or something you’re into or you telling a story from the past.
♡ kisses from jaskier were the best.
♡ he knew how to do it and he did it well.
♡ you loved when you’d be in the middle of talking about something and he’d kiss you out of nowhere.
♡ especially if you were talking about something you were worried about.
♡ and dates with him are the absolute best.
♡ he pours his whole heart into setting everything up and making sure it’s perfect.
♡ candles, bubble baths, rose petals, hell one time he even payed an innkeeper to empty out an entire tavern and have the band play so you could have your own private little dance.
♡ overall life with jaskier would be bliss mixed with the chaos he gets himself into but you love him and he loves you.
Thank you all for reading and thanks anon for requesting <333
Can I ask for a drabble for Jaskier where the reader playfully runs her hands through his long hair in season two? Please and thank you!
Hello! This is really cute and I would love to write it, but I need more info. In order for it to be a drabble, I need more of a plot or scenario, what else happens in it? Maybe the reader reunites with Jaskier and it's the first time they see him with longer hair? What else did you have in mind? I might also turn it into an imagine if it's not long enough for an actual drabble. Please resend your request with all the information, thank you!
Can I request an imagine with Jaskier? Um, people in tavern are angry with this bard and there is a fight (in tavern). Geralt isn't here, but Y/n is, so she saves Jaskier and in the end they confess to each other in love. Fluff.
Warnings: foul language [as usual now], fighting
Word count: 1.538
A/N: This was so much fun to write, so thank you Rosasteri for allowing me write this, I really hope you enjoy the result. This was a bit shorter, as I am not that experienced in writing fighting scenes, so i cut that bit short [hope that’s okay]
Feedback is appreciated [can be left anonymously on my ask page] and requests are open [however it may take a few days before i get to it, as i am nearing my 4 work days again]
I hear men whisper amongst themselves, well, if you could call that a whisper. They don’t like the bard. I take my eyes off them, to Jaskier, who’s playing ‘Toss a coin to your Witcher’ for a third time tonight. Not many people seem to be too excited about it, as I lean back in my chair, glancing around the bar, as I hear more angry grunts in the tavern. Uh oh.
I still glance around, knowing full well Geralt isn’t here. I just hope he could appear, then the men would calm down. Now every note Jaskier hit, was like fuel to their fire. I need to do something before they eventually riot and take down the bard. If they broke his lute, yet again, he might lose his cool and, well, cry.
I stand up, going to the group who looks the angriest. I offer them a smile.
“Good evening, boys.” I say, promising myself I will make Jask pay for saving his ass. “Enjoying your night?”
“No, not really.” One of them grunts, throwing daggers at Jaskier. I step in front, so the bard is not in his eyesight.
“Jaskier will soon lose his fire, and you’ll be able to have a calm night.” I say, but they don’t seem too phased by my words. I hear a couple of boos from a different table. “Until then, ale is on me, how about that?”
“Not interested.” I keep my smile on, but slap my hand on a table. The men get startled a little, as some of their ale leaks from the cups.
“Then shut up and allow the bard do his job, how about this offer?” I show my teeth, winking at them, before I return to my table. Here goes me defusing the situation.
I know Jaskier doesn’t need me to baby sit him. But he can get really oblivious to everyone when he’s in his element, even when people are openly showing the dislike. It takes someone to throw something at him, before he snaps out of it. Needless to say, he was feeling his music now, and even as more and more people were raising their voices, he didn’t seem to care.
I admired that. While it was dangerous and frustrating for me and Geralt, I sometimes got jealous. Blocking out the world like that was a talent on itself. I sigh, as the group I just threated go back to being loud and annoying. I glare at them, but they ignore me. Too, oblivious to me approaching them again. I grip my cup tighter, plastering a smile yet again.
“I thought we had a deal.” I say in cold tone, as one of them scoffs.
“Move away, lady.” He says, clicking his tongue. “This is not a place for women. Or bards who can’t even play proper songs.”
“Oh really?” I smile as I hear Jaskier’s lute stop. My hand shakes ever so slightly, but I manage to pour what was left of my ale, all over his head.
When I was thinking about how we have to baby sit Jaskier, I forgot, that ultimately, Geralt has to watch us both. I don’t have anger issues, not usually, but I don’t like it when people offend Jaskier. I know he’s talented and I also know he still is growing and learning every day, to whoever discourages that, well.
They can have a shower of ale, I guess.
As fully expected, the man in question, jumps to his feet, as I move out of his hands reach right away. I don’t plan on getting slammed to the table or the ground tonight. I didn’t, however, expect that it would jeer the whole tavern on. I hear angry yells, turning to see as a group of men break into a fight. Someone is rushing towards Jaskier, knocking him to the ground.
There goes his lute, breaking in half as he shields himself with it.
“Well, fuck.” I murmur, fully aware it’s mostly my fault. I tighten my grip on the cup, rushing to them both.
I slam the cup to the guys head, as he grunts, rolling off Jaskier. I extend my arm, lifting up the bard. I don’t let go of his hand, as someone pushes me from behind, slamming us both to the wall. We are squeezed together, and I cant help but giggle, as Jaskier shoots a glare at me, his lips, however, also twisting in a smile.
As man behind us moves, I grip Jaskier’s hand tighter, pulling his after me, as we barely avoid getting hit with a chair. It shatters behind us, as I feel adrenaline rush over me. I try to safely guide us outside, but two fighting men block the doorway, so I freeze in my step, Jaskier slamming into my back.
“Sorry.” I hear him stutter behind me, but I ignore that.
The men are pretty much at each others throats, and I could bet in this tavern, some of them were after ours too. I had to think, fast. However when I needed it the most, my brain decided to freeze and forget how to function.
And politely asking them to move would exactly work too. I glance at Jaskier, letting go of his hand, grabbing the lute from the other. Well, half of his instrument. I turn on my feet again, basically blindly picking which guy I hit.
The lute shatters completely and I make a mental note to get a new one as soon as I can, as the man stumbles out of the way. The other one doesn’t mind us interfering, taking advantage of the situation, as they both hit the ground. Jaskier’s hand finds mine again, as I hear him giggle behind me. I grin.
I rush around them, forcing us out. I slam the door behind us, as we rush further away from the tavern. I see some people gather outside, as the noise probably woke them up. I slow down a little, and Jaskier is now in front, dragging me along.
I notice just how beautiful tonight is. The moon is full, the sky is clear. You can see the stars, little gems looking down to us as we continue rushing out of town, as angry yells disappear in the back. He stops, and this time I run into him.
Jask, however, seems to expect that, as his arms extend, and he hugs me. We both giggle in each other’s arms. As I listen to his restless heart.
“That was fun.” I hear a smile in his voice, chuckling.
“Sure,” I pull back, but his hands stay on my waist, resting there, like they don’t belong anywhere else. I don’t complain, “sorry about your lute.”
“I’ll get another one.” He winks at me, one of his hands going from my waist, to on top of my head, as he ruffles my hair. I slap it away, and he laughs. “You really saved my ass there.”
“Well I did also, kind of start the whole thing.” I point out, as his eyes seem to light up. “But you owe me one.”
“How can I repay this debt?” He teases, as I blush. His hand on my waist tenses up, as he pulls me ever so closer.
“I don’t know just yet.” I tease back, freeing myself from his grip, as my heart beats faster. I lean back against the tree, as he watches me closely. “Maybe don’t get into trouble next time.”
“But Y/N, I love being saved by you.” I grin, as he comes closer again.
“I don’t love having to buy you a new lute all the time.” I say, as we giggle again. I take his hand in mine again, playing with it, looking down. This feels right. So, so right.
“That’s a fair point.” His hand lands on my face, as he gently lifts it up. Our eyes meet and the whole world seems to disappear. “Y/N.”
“Jaskier.” We whisper each others names, it slides off so easily, fitting together like they were never meant to be separate. The breeze picks up, ruffling his hair as he squints slightly, not taking his eyes off me.
“I love you.” He says in one breath, leaning in, as his lips land on mine. I taste chocolate and wine, amongst other things. Happiness. This is what that tasted like, when he pulls back, I want to pull him back in. I resist.
“I love you too, you silly.” I say, leaning against his chest, giggling, as his hands wrap around my waist. He shakes, giggling too. “It only took for you to get your brains shaken up when you were slammed to the ground.”
“No, Y/N,” he laughs, as I lean back so I could see his face. He gifts me a smile. “All it took, was you.”
My heart skips a beat at his words, and I wonder how did I get so lucky. I smile, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting his smile too. When we split again, I look up to see a shooting star.
But I don’t need to make a wish, all I want is here, in front of me.
Prompt: #33 “You diserve someone who will cherish and value you.”
wc: 1.3k
Warnings: Swearing, blood, small angst, slight smutty themes.
Tags: @soft-haas16
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Jaskier had seen this scenario one too many times.
He’d suffered all throughout his childhood, watching you pin and chase after someone you’d met and spoken to for only 10 minutes.
When you were younger, it was a boy from the town you’d lived in who’d come up to you and Jaskier to play.
There was this one boy, named Vildin, who you spent the majority of your adolescent teen years chasing. Vildin never noticed you though. Any attempt to gain his attention seemed to fail.
That time in your life ended in embarrassment and you crying on Jaskier’s shoulder from the afternoon until the next morning.
Now, though, you’d find a guy at whatever tavern Jaskier was playing at for the night and shamelessly flirt all night until he inevitably either left with another woman or used you as a one-night-stand.
Every night he had to see this, it broke Jaskier’s heart. Knowing that you were in for more heartbreak from a man who would never treat you the way he was meant to.
Tonight, your love of choice was a tall blonde man who had already had far too much to drink and was hardly paying attention to your advances.
Jaskier sat alone at one of the two seat tables, head on his hand, sulking.
“So, uh... you come here often?” You ask awkwardly.
Without even looking at you the man says, “No. just passing through.”
His answers are short and to the point, leaving you to have to carry the whole conversation.
“Oh, cool. So like are you a hunter or...?”
“Maybe.”
You roll your eyes and huff, tapping your fingers on the table trying to think of another question.
“So what’s your name anyway?” You ask brightly.
“Fedort.”
“Fedort? That’s such a nice name. I’m Y/F/N. But everyone calls me Y/N!”
Without a word of acknowledgment, Fedort stands and grabs your wrist. Dragging you to his rented room.
Jaskier stands distantly following you two.
“Hey, man! We barely even know each other! Shouldn’t you buy me dinner first?” You attempt to free your wrist - but to no avail.
He grunts and slams you against the wall of the hallway.
“O-or maybe just a drink?” You offer, trying to lighten the mood.
“Or, I can have my way with you. I’m sure I can find a way to shut you up,” he grabs your face, squishing your lips up.
Fedort leans in trying to kiss you. You push him off, making a disgusted noise at him.
Before you have time to think, his hand comes down fast and hard - connecting with your cheekbone. A ring he’s wearing cuts you, blood quickly running down your face.
You bring a hand up to your face, touching the warm liquid.
“Hey! Fucker!”
Both your heads snap to the side to see Jaskier, angrily strutting up to the mountainous man.
Jaskier was never one to pick fights, especially with a man twice his size and quadruple his strength. But this was a special occasion. This asshat had just hurt you.
“Huh?” Fedort grunted stupidly.
“Leave the lady alone. Just walk to your room and we can forget all this happened. And I won’t have to let Jessibelle know you’re causing a ruckus in her tavern. Hm?” Jaskier wavers.
The man stomps toward Jasker with intent.
“I don’t listen to bards.”
With reflexes Jaskier never knew he had - though he had learned to be particularly evasive when running from angry husbands - he yanked his lute off his back, turned to the side as Fedort stupidly ran past, and smashed the wooden instrument against the man’s head.
Fedort stood still for a moment, then almost comically, fell to the ground.
Jaskier dropped the still-intact lute neck and ran to you.
“My God, Y/N! Heavens, are you okay?” He kneeled town to the spot you’d slumped to and grabbed your face.
“Yeah... yeah I think I’m fine. Just shaken is all,” you look into Jaskier’s eyes and smile genuinely at him.
He smiles back and gently grabs your hand, walking you back to your shared room. You cautiously step over the unconscious Fedort and walk away without looking back.
“Hey. What about your lute?” You ask, looking at him.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” he waves his hand. “I can get another. There’s a wood worker just down the street. I can go tomorrow and get a new one made.”
He smiles at you before opening the door to your room and making you sit down on the edge of the bed.
He grabs a washcloth and wets it in the basin, walking over to the bed and croutching down infront of you.
He lightly taps the cloth to your cut, cleaning up the now unflowing blood.
You quickly draw in breath and try and pull away from him.
“Hold still! How am I ever going to get you cleaned up if you keep moving away from me,” Jaskier scolds.
“I wouldn’t be pulling away if you weren’t pressing so hard,” you push back.
“Well, I wouldn’t have to be cleaning you up if you’d stop running after men whom you don’t deserve!”
“W- what?” You look at him.
“Y/N. You diserve someone who will cherish and value you. Not some sleazy, tavern-dweller who stinks of ale and only cares about his own ugly needs,” he looks away from you, the tension’s too much for him.
“Jask, love, look at me,” you place a hand on his cheek, guiding him to face you. “What are you on about?”
He bites his lip. “Love, I’ve had to watch you chase after men who don’t care for anyone but themselves. Who won’t give you the time of day, much less the love and care you so much deserve. And every time a man throws you out, I’m there to pick you back up, get you back on your feet, only for you to run right back into the uncaring arms of an absentminded man.”
He takes in a breath. You’re still forcing him to look at you.
“You don’t deserve that. You deserve a man who..,” he thinks for a moment. “Who is a man. Who cares for you. Who won’t throw you to the wayside when he’s done with you.”
You look at him, love in your eyes. You guide his face to yours, connecting your lips with his in a passionate kiss that’s waited too long to be had.
You grab his face with your other hand as well, pushing his face harder into yours. His hands fall to your hips as he rubs circles with his thumbs.
You’re broken out of the trance with a knock at the door. “JASKIER! Why is there an unconscious man with a broken lute on his head in my hallway?!” A woman calls from the other side of the door.
You laugh quietly as Jasker frantically moves to the door, opening it to reveal a red faced Jessibelle.
“Jessie! Hi. Well, you see. This man was uh,” he struggles to come up with an excuse. “he was causing quite the racket and then he charged at me. So. I did the only thing a brave man such as my self could do,” he gestures to himself. “I smashed my lute on his head. To... um. Slow him down?”
Jessibelle rolls her eyes and huffs. “Your paying for the labor of cleaning him off my floor,” she points a finger in his face then slams the door.
Jaskier turns to you. You giggle at him and walk over to where he’s standing. “Now. Where were we?”
You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him again. He dips you slightly and you smile.
You pull him towards one of the beds, pushing him down onto it. He smiles as you move to straddle him, leaning down to kiss him.
You start to unbutton his top when he grabs your wrists. “Love, are you sure?”
“Yes. Why? Do you not want to?” You ask, worried that you’ve overstepped.
“No. No. I was just making sure you didn’t feel obligated to. Is all,” he releases your wrists and you grin at him.
“What did I ever do to deserve you?”
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Thank you again for requesting! And everyone else for reading!! I absolutely love this request!
Also wanted to mention that I have a Jaskier playlist on Spotify! If you’d all be so kind as to check it out - the link is here!
Hi Trish! For your Ficlet celebration: Could I please request an angst/romance ficlet for Jaskier x female reader, where the reader has been travelling with Jaskier and Geralt, and there’s a blossoming romance the reader and Jaskier among their journey, and one time, the reader is put for a near death experience, during a battle between one of the creatures Geralt fights against, leaving a nasty scar among her face, and Jaskier worries that she might’ve died. Putting his love for her and her safety, before his needs first, both Geralt and Jaskier both decide it’s best for her safety that they return her to the tavern where they first met her, and they part ways (The Angst!!) but Jaskier promises that the reader and him will cross parts again, which leads to one last kiss between them both. I hope this follows the rules for ficlets, and I’m sorry if it’s too detailed. Thanks so much!! 😘
Hi, Alexandra! I really love this idea, the drama and the angst! And the amount of detail is perfect👌 I added it to my writing list, thank you so much!
Hi! Could you do what first kiss with Jaskier would include? Perhaps during the dragon quest thing. There's a serious lack of content, I need a saviour, pretty please ): Thanks anyway!
Worry not, my dear friend, for I will save you! XD I really love this nerd, so of course I’ll write this, just in headcanon form :)
Please send more Jaskier requests! I fell in love hard with this nerd, omg ❤
Jaskier:
It had been a really crazy day full of adventures
Of excitement, dragons, hunters and a lot of people
The three of you got mildly hurt and scared for each other
Especially you and Jaskier, who freaked out over the other
So it was an emotional day just with that, worrying about your friends
Geralt was also really moody at you two the whole day
Because you and Jaskier were so close and talkative all the time
He kept rolling his eyes at you two as he saw you interacting
Especially when Jaskier took your hand and dramatically sighed
“My poor heart stopped when I saw you falling down to the ground, Y/N”
You knew he was playing around a little, but had been truly concerned
Finally arriving to a tavern to blow off some steam, you drank
Not enough to actually get drunk, but yes to be slightly cheery
Jaskier was loudly singing ‘Toss A Coin To Your Witcher’ at the moment
(That damn song has been stuck in my head for a week now)
And you were joining him, finally relaxing from the stressful day
Jaskier was also in a great mood now for the same reason
So he took you to dance with him and made you laugh
That was when things got a little intimate, since you were really close
Your bodies were pressed together as you gleefully danced
Your noses almost touched with the closeness,
You blushed at the realization, Jaskier sweetly smiling at you
He squeezed his hand against the small of your back
There where it had rested during all the dancing and spinning
“What a day, huh?” You muttered awkwardly, pretty embarrassed
“Enough to write a fantastic song” He replied, still smiling
Then came the silence as you stared into each other’s eyes
You were suddenly captivated by that closeness and intimacy
The tavern around you seemed to dissapear completely
It was only you and him now, blocking out the noise and people
The two of you seemed to be breathing heavily now
You thought it was from the dancing, but maybe something more
Your souls and minds seemed connected as you moved in sync
Closing your eyes and leaning in until your lips finally touched
Jaskier held on to you, seemingly letting out all the tension of the day
Urgently squeezing you against him like he had been craving to do
You also melted in the embrace, placing your hands over his shoulders
The kiss was sweet and passionate, slow as you enjoyed every second
His lips were soft, tasting a little like the liquor you both drank
His hands were gentle, even as they urgently pressed you against him
You would have happily kissed for hours, it was so exhilarating
You were tingling all over and had butterflies in your stomach
But you were running out of oxygen and had to pull away
When you did, gasping for air, you had to take a moment
Your eyes were closed just for a little longer to linger on the sensations
It was Jaskier chuckling that forced you to look at him
“You okay there, Y/N? Am I such a good kisser?”
His smirk was annoying you and driving you crazy at the same time
You had to take a moment to catch your breath to reply, holding on to him
“Shut up, before you start singing one of your stupid songs”
He laughed at your joke and tightened his arms around you
“So this is why Geralt was so annoyed at us”
You laughed at what he said too, even if none of you moved
You were still incredibly close and clutching on to each other
“Let’s find him, before he gets in trouble again” you replied with a grin
Jaskier nodded and took your hand to guide you through the tavern
You heard him humming a tune that was new to you
You smiled to yourself, flustered when you thought about it
Maybe you were his inspiration for a new ballad after all
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Could I request a gif imagine where the (female) reader is wearing one of Jaskier’s shirts, and he thinks she looks beautiful wearing it, and playfully teases her, please? Thanks so much! 🥰
Hi, Alexandra! Your Jaskier requests are always so lovely 😍 I’ll add it to the writing list in a moment, thanks for requesting!
Hello again! I’ve just read the rules and I think I’m doing this right? Let me know if I’m wrong. Prompt: Jaskier x female reader + “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.” please? 💕 Thank you very much!!
Hello, sweetie! This was perfect, thank you so much for requesting. This might be a little cliché, but I’m self indulgent and I really wanted to write protective Jaskier because reasons. I hope you like it, cutie! 😉😘
Jaskier x Gender!Neutral Reader
While Jaskier finished his performance, I went to grab drinks for the both of us. He was pouring his heart out in each song, in every single note, and I wanted to make sure he relaxed and took a break when he was finished.
The sound of his lute, accompanied by his wonderful voice, filled the tavern. It was the most beautiful music I had ever heard and I didn’t grow tired of it.
“Are you here alone?” A voice suddenly said close to my ear.
I shrunk over myself when I felt the presence of a man I didn’t know. Avoiding his gaze, I looked at the bar and impatiently waited to be served so I could leave and find a table where I could wait for Jaskier.
“No, I’m actually with the bard” I pointed a thumb over my shoulder.
The man was momentarily distracted by the gesture as he looked over to Jaskier. He had finished singing and was now looking our direction.
My eyes were pleading as they locked with the bard’s. I read the alarm in his eyes, and a nasty looking smirk grew on his lips as he read the situation.
“I’m sure he won’t mind if you have a drink with me, gorgeous” The man insisted, claiming my attention back.
I peered up at him, intimidated by his stature. Normally, I would get rid of annoying men myself. However, he was big and appeared to be somewhat aggresive. I didn’t want to anger him.
The barman finally put the drinks on the counter, but just as I took them and tried to walk away, the man stopped me. He slammed his hand on the bar, and now his arm was in my way, trapping me there with him.
“Sorry, but I’m not interested” I mumbled, remaining calm still. He might be burly, but he hadn’t actually given me reasons to fear him.
“Hey, love” A familiar voice made me sigh in relief, bringing attention to the fact that I was holding my breath. “Did you enjoy my breathtaking performance?”
Heat arrived to my cheeks, and I was most certainly blushing when Jaskier firmly wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.
“It was lovely” I smiled at him, though my eyes were speaking silent thanks as they landed on him.
“Great” Jaskier then turned to the man, looking him up and down. Although smaller, the nasty smirk returned to his lips. “If you’ll excuse us, me and my lovely companion are going to enjoy some drinks”
The man grumbled and walked away. My shoulders finally relaxed with his absence.
“Are you alright?” Jaskier asked, still not letting go of my waist as we walked to a table.
“Yeah… He was making me uncomfortable” My smile became more genuine when I realized his unfriendly scowl had turned into soft fondness as he watched me. “Thank you, Jaskier”
“Oh, you’re welcome” We both sat down, one in front of the other, and Jaskier’s gaze was piercing as he spoke to me. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me”
I bashfully smiled, averting my gaze as I put the drinks over the table. His fingers deliberately grazed mine as he took his mug from my hands.
“Now tell me!” He cheerfully said, moving the drink to his lips. “Did you truly enjoy my performance? Go ahead, bathe me in compliments, I’m ready”
I chuckled and so did he. My restless heart calmed down at the sight of the loving glint in his eye. Especially knowing he was changing the subject to distract and comfort me.
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