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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Yeager, Hange_Zoë
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Angst, Angst_with_a_Happy_Ending, Smut, Boys_In
      Love, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Boys_Kissing
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-08 Words: 4763
****** I CAN'T UNDRESS YOUR HEART ******
by jean_huh_kirschnickerdoodle
Summary
     Time has passed slowly since the incident involving the female Titan.
     Since Eren's decision. Since Levi had come to hate him. Or at least
     that's what he'd like to believe, because how can he accept that he's
     falling in love with the reason his squad is dead.
Notes
     i really hate that anything in canonverse snk has to be tagged
     underage CC:
     also this_song
See the end of the work for more notes
“Coward… You fucking coward!” Levi balled his fist, hitting the side against
the unexpectedly cold surface of the crystal. “You think this is okay, hiding
away in here after you…” He swallowed hard, hand flattening against the
crystal. He looked up at her, the blonde who resided silent, but alive, within.
“Bitch…”
“Levi!” The louder-than-fucking-necessary-how-are-you-so-cheery voice made him
cringe. “I was starting to wonder where you were. Your protégé is looking for
you, he seemed worried.” Hanji stopped next to him, her notes in hand as she
prepared to spend meaningless hours studying the crystal and Annie within.
“He’s not my fucking protégé!” Levi snapped, pushing past her, not caring if he
bumped into her or not.
His anger faded, the exhaustive lacking that occupied his life most days
replacing it. His steps slowed as he passed Eren’s room, hesitating only a
moment before a different kind of anger boiled up in him. Gritting his teeth,
his feet pushed him past without so much as a knock to see if the young soldier
was inside.
He didn’t care if he was. He didn’t want him to be. The last thing Levi wanted
right now was to talk to his ‘protégé.’ And for Eren to be worriedabout him,
enough so to even go as far as talking to Hanji? Well that just pissed him off
even more, his hands clenching into fists that left his fingers stiff and his
knuckles white.
Turning the corner, he opened the door to his room. It was nearly instantaneous
the way the tension began to wash from his body. Cupping his hands over his
mouth and nose, he took a deep breath, slowly exhaling from his nose until he
could relax. Or nearly relax. It was something he found himself having to do
more and more often since…the incident.
Relaxing was something that took effort these days. Deep, slow, counted
breaths. Isolating himself. And Hanji had even begun making him a special brew
of tea that would help him relax without putting him to sleep.
At that thought, his eyes fell to the small table beside his bed, with a
steaming pot of water already waiting for him. Anyone who said Hanji was just
some titan obsessed freak clearly wasn’t paying attention.
Dropping the small cloth bag on a string into his teacup, he slowly poured the
water onto it, letting the tea begin to steep. It wouldn’t take long, but this
had become a sort of routine for him. The tea and the isolation…and the music.
It was the one thing of any of his squad’s that he kept; a small music box.
Strong, slender fingers caressed the top of the small player, hesitating to
open the lid. When he did, he couldn’t help the way a small smile tugged at his
lips. Or the way pain tugged at his heart.
Before the sadness could overwhelm him, he lifted his cup of now-darkened tea
to his lips. The scent filled his nose, heady and strong and almost too much,
but it was something familiar and good for his mind to cling to. The taste on
his tongue and warmth in his throat washed over him, barely having time to seep
into his body before there was a knock at his door.
“Captain?”
The voice was muffled by the thick wood, but it was still unmistakable.
Apparently Eren didn’t take hints very well. Sighing to himself, he forced
himself to stand still and hope the music from the box wasn’t loud enough for
the brunet to hear through the door. Maybe if he thought he wasn’t there, he’d
go away.
“Captain? Can I come in? Hanji told me you were here.”
Levi clenched his teeth; of course she did. He stifled another sigh, taking a
sip of his tea and hoping it’d do something to calm the anger he could already
feel beginning to itch under his skin.
“What do you want, Eren?”
Slowly the door creaked open, light streaming in from the hallway into the
darkened room.
“I just...” Eren hesitated, pushing the door open enough to step through,
closing it behind him. Immediately the room was devoured by darkness again. “I
was worried about you, Captain. Um, where are you? I can’t see.”
Levi shook his head, realizing he hadn’t bothered to light the lamp. The little
light that had been coming in through the window when he had first entered had
since dimmed into night. Part of him wanted to be petty about it and make Eren
uncomfortable, leave it dark and hope he’d leave. But that would just result in
him returning later. Instead, he simply lit the few oil lamps in the room,
golden light creeping over the chamber.
“As you can see, I’m perfectly fine. No titans in here.” Sarcasm dripped from
his voice as he moved to sit on the edge of his bed, moving his cup to his lips
in a desperate attempt to relax despite the other’s presence.
“That’s not true.” Eren’s voice was quiet, barely a whisper and Levi wasn’t
quite sure he heard him right.
“What.”
A small, shaky sigh pushed from the brunet’s lips, green eyes focused on his
fidgeting hands. “You’ve…you’ve been distant.” Levi didn’t respond, and Eren
took that as his cue to continue. “You don’t talk to anyone…you don’t talk to
me. Ever since…You’ve been isolating yourself since I…” His voice trailed off,
teeth sinking into his bottom lip and cringing with pain that had nothing to do
with the skin threatening to break.
Levi didn’t respond immediately, studying the young man in front of him. His
head hanging and his face scrunched up in pain, the way his shoulders hunched
and he thought his body might have been trembling. Or perhaps it was simply the
light from the lamps playing a trick on him.
“What’s your point, Eren?” He rested his elbows on his knees, fingers holding
his cup tightly as they dangled freely between them.
“Did I do something wrong, Captain? Something…something to upset you? To…” His
voice dropped, next words coming out a mutter. “To make you hate me?”
Levi hesitated, fingers pressing tight to the mouth of his cup, tips turning
white as tension settled into his body and his stomach felt like it had been
filled with concrete.
It was a feeling he hated, one he desperately wished to ignore. The way his
stomach would churn and his lungs forgot to breathe and his heart would take up
residence in his throat. It left his skin tingling and his mouth dry and it was
so ungodly uncomfortable that it was nearly painful.
Then it really did become painful. It didn’t take long for Levi to realize that
he only felt like this around Eren. That this sickening feeling inside him was
slowly pushing out his grief.
He didn’t want that to happen. He didn’t want to feel, he didn’t want to stop
hurting or let go. He didn’t give a single fuck if Erwin and Hanji insisted it
was okay, good even. He didn’t want any of this. This trembling or this heat or
the fucking dreams that burned his skin in all the right ways only to leave him
curled into the cold darkness wishing he could cry.
Instead he found himself unable to look at the soldier standing in his room,
the soldier that might as well be begging him to give him something, anything.
The soldier who made him hate himself, the soldier whose choice had put him in
this predicament.
Eren’s body stilled, fingers squeezing tightly onto each other, and Levi
wondered if he was actually going to answer. When he finally spoke, the older
man wished he hadn’t.
“It’s okay to cry.” Levi’s body tensed, steel-blue eyes flashing to Eren when
he spoke. “You never mourned them, did you?”
Levi’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating and mind spinning, focus fading and
threatening to black out everything that was happening as anger welled up
inside him and burned at his skin. All he could feel was heat, his jaw visibly
tensing and eyes remaining locked on Eren.
And then he felt it, pain. Searing pain that ripped through his hand and into
his arm as the broken glass fell to the floor below him, hand wet and bleeding,
almost surreal the way the shard protruded from his palm.
“Captain—” Eren didn’t hesitate, taking the few steps to close the gap between
them.
Levi only watched, fascinated by the way the blood dripped from his hand that
was trembling from something that wasn’t pain. If he was being honest, the pain
had ebbed almost as soon as it had appeared, fading into a dull throb that was
buried below the anger and pain and confusion that threatened to blow his
mental synapses.
His hand tingled when Eren’s fingers gripped it, gently pulling the glass from
the palm and beginning to clean it. It wasn’t a deep wound, and he decided to
let the brunet dress it. He could feel a sort of calm coming over him, seeping
into him from the unnaturally warm fingers against his skin.
Neither spoke at first; Levi only watching as Eren nursed his wounds, surprised
at how gentle the titan shifter was.
“It’s your fault.” Eren’s hand flinched at the words, hesitating only a moment
before continuing to wrap the wound, eyes focused on the task at hand. “It’s
your fault they’re dead. It was your decision.”
“I know.” Eren’s voice was merely a whisper, his fingers barely holding the
ones of Levi’s now bandaged hand.
“It’s your fault.” Levi’s hand trembled a moment before his fingers clenched
painfully hard around Eren’s. “It’s your fault they’re dead. It’s your fault
she’s gone. It’s your fault I—”
“I know, Captain. I’m…I’m sorry.”
Levi’s mind went blank, just for an instant, as something in him snapped.
“Sorry? You’re sorry!?” In one fluid movement Levi pushed from the bed, still
holding tight to Eren’s hand, his other gripping his shirt front as he slammed
him against the wall with a satisfying thud that pushed the air from the
soldier’s lungs. “Sorry? Sorry doesn’t bring them back! Sorry doesn’t stop the
nightmares! Sorry doesn’t fucking change that I—”
Levi cut himself off, pulling Eren off the wall just enough to slam him back
into it. To his credit, Eren never once turned away. His mouth was tight, his
brows furrowed, and his entire body burned with pain at his captain’s words.
But not once did he look away.
“It’s your fault. You—you killed them. You killed her! And we were going to—”
Levi’s fingers twisted into Eren’s shirt. “It’s your fault. You’re the one –
It’s only been six—” The anger began to leave his body, gaze dropping from
Eren’s and brows turning from hatred to hurt, eyes clenching shut painfully.
“I’m not supposed to feel.” Levi’s hand trembled around the one it held within
its grasp.
“It’s your fault for making me feel like this!!” His words were a harsh growl,
anger on his lips but there was nothing in his eyes but fear and disbelief. All
the anger washed from him and Levi could feel himself crumpling, grip loosening
and leaning his head against Eren’s chest.
He found himself glad he wasn’t an angry crier like his charge; if he was he
wouldn’t certainly have lost it already. Then again, he never cried. He
couldn’t, even if he wished he could.
“Levi,” Eren tentatively gripped his shoulders, as if afraid of retaliation.
“How do you feel?”
Levi clenched his eyes shut, hesitating for a moment before snapping to Eren’s.
His lips pulled back in almost a snarl, fingers gripping onto his charge.
Still, the soldier didn’t back down.
With no more hesitation, he pushed against Eren, mashing their lips together in
a hard, bruising kiss that was more snarl than affection as his anger boiled in
him toward brunet. How dare he make him feel like this!
“Do you fucking get it now, brat!?”
Something in Eren softened, his eyes almost smiling. Levi hadn’t called him
that since they had fought Annie.
“Captain…” Eren’s voice was soft, lifting a hand to gently brush his thumb over
Levi’s bottom lip. “It’s okay.” With that he pressed his lips to the other’s, a
soft, gentle kiss that was a sharp contrast to the nearly bloody kiss he had
received.
Levi’s eyes widened, his brows furrowing as he pulled back from the kiss. He
let go of Eren’s shirt only to swiftly punch him in the jaw hard enough that
the brunet stumbled to the floor.
“It’s not okay! Don’t you fucking get that!? I’m not supposed to feel like
this! Not like this, not this soon!” Levi breath was labored, the strain of his
usually reserved emotions taking its toll.
Eren held his jaw gingerly, pushing to his feet with an effort. “Levi…I’d wait
forever, as long as it was worth it. But if you don’t want me here, I won’t
bother you anymore.” When the raven-haired man didn’t respond, he turned toward
the door and away from him.
Swiftly, Levi gripped Eren’s wrist, holding him firmly in place.
“It’s not that…I’m just trying to figure things out.” His voice was quiet and
he kept his eyes averted, as if admitting that was too much even for humanity’s
strongest.
“Then let me help.” Eren’s voice was soft, his touch softer as he cupped Levi’s
jaw and gently leaned in to press their lips together.
Levi didn’t react at first, neither resisting nor giving in. Slowly, his eyes
fluttered shut and he shifted. It was barely noticeable, the faintest pressing
forward of his lips, the barely there of his fingers brushing against Eren’s
elbow, as if he was afraid to touch him.
The kisses were soft and slow; patient. Maybe even a little scared. Maybe a lot
scared.
Still, their lips remained connected. They were chaste, whispers of kisses at
first. Slowly, their lips worked together, swelling and reddening under the
friction and pressure.
Eren, brave soldier he was, even dared to slip in a few nips and bites. He had
worried Levi might expel him from his chambers, but was pleasantly surprised
when his captain’s reaction was a shaky breath before pulling him back into a
kiss.
The brunet could only smile into the kiss when he did this; a smile that Levi
eventually took advantage of. The captain took the chance to slip his tongue
between those parted lips. It was a slow and curious action, far gentler than
anyone probably expected of him. Even he expected more of himself. But it was
different with Eren, careful and cautious and fucking terrifying. He faced
titans in numbers no one else had, and yet this soldier, this brat, left him
scared.
Scared and confused and wanting more.
Levi relished the way Eren’s body almost shivered as he tasted him, their
tongues rolling against the other, breath hot and breathing labored. The
brunet’s hand’s shifted, clearly aching to touch him elsewhere but instead
settling for burying themselves in his hair.
There was an odd calm between them, everything else fading away until it was
just them. Their scent and their breath and their hearts pounding in their
chests; their lips pressed together and tongues slipping in and out.
Levi couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this sense of relief, his
hands drifting from elbow to arm and down to Eren’s hips. It was then that the
younger male broke the kiss, both left panting and yet never closing the
distance between anything but their lips.
“We don’t have to keep going, if this isn’t what you want.” Eren’s voice was
slightly labored, but it was sincere.
Of course he’s the one that would be considerate of his captain’s feelings,
realizing that just because he’s normally so stoic and adult didn’t mean that
this was any easier for him.
This fucking kid.
Long fingers slipped under the hem of Eren’s shirt, hips warm against his skin
as his eyes remained on his subordinate’s. “I want this.” And he realized that
he did. Of course he did, he knew he did, he just refused to accept it before.
He didn’t hesitate to push into another kiss. It was hungrier, lips open and
biting, tongues tasting. Eren’s hands began to explore his body, shifting
between them and working over the buttons of Levi’s shirt.
Levi followed his lead, not that he planned to let him keep it, and hooked his
fingers under the green shirt that his protégé always wore. In one fluid
motion, he pulled it over his head, Eren tossing it to the side for him.
Then they were pressed together, Eren letting out a gasp as the cold wall
pressed against his back, only to shift into the slightest moan when their
chests pushed together. Soft, warm skin pressed against his, Levi’s hand
splayed over his hip as their lips pressed back together. The brunet could only
melt into the kiss, his hands firmly gripping the other’s shoulders.
Levi’s hands slipped over Eren’s hips, and he was the first to break the kiss.
It wasn’t that he wanted to or even meant to. But he couldn’t help himself as
his hands slipped into the young soldier’s pants, kneading his cheeks as he
lifted his own hips to grind against him. Pleasure from the sudden friction had
forced their lips apart, a heady gasp pushing from Levi’s.
Eren grinned at the reaction, grinding his hips forward in a way that mimicked
his captain’s previous action, doing his best to elicit the same response. He
swelled with pride when he succeeded.
Levi shuddered, pressing back against Eren, his lips going to his neck. He
sucked and nipped harshly at the skin, squeezing the ass in his hands harder as
the brunet panted in his ear.
“Fuck, Eren, I—” Levi’s words died on his lips, replaced by a small moan as
Eren ground against him, teeth nipping at his ears.
“It’s okay, captain. I want it. I want you.”
Levi froze, pulling back enough to look into those green eyes. Eyes that looked
back at him, clouded with lust, but completely and fully certain.
“Eren…”
In a rush, Levi pushed against him, hungrily attacking his lips. His hands
slipped down to Eren’s thighs, leveraging them around his waist. His knees
threatened to buckle when the brunet squeezed his legs tight, rubbing his ass
against his captain’s crotch.
Still, he managed to stagger them across to the bed, lips never pulling away
from Eren’s. He was careful to lower him down onto the mattress slowly,
crawling up behind him.
It was almost surreal, having Eren in his bed, laying there staring up at him
with kiss swollen lips and flushed cheeks and pupils blown with lust; shirtless
and panting, and reaching out to him for more.
His long fingers brushed over Eren’s torso, tracing over the muscles and
ghosting down his side. He was beautiful.
“Eren…Are you sure this is what you want?”
The brunet pushed onto his elbow, reaching up to grab the back of Levi’s head,
gently pulling him toward his lips. “I said I did, didn’t I?”
Levi barely nodded before capturing Eren’s lips with his own. The kiss didn’t
last long before his lips wanted the rest of the soldier. He peppered his neck
with kisses, licking and nipping at marks he’d already left. Not stopping at
his neck, he moved down to his chest. When his lips found the brunet’s nipple,
he rolled his tongue along it before sucking it between his teeth.
Eren arched into the attention, fingers gripping the sheets and a sharp moan
pushing from his lips. Levi grinned, moving to the other nipple while his hands
worked to undo the brunet’s pants. Gripping the waist, he hesitated to tug them
off, watching the other man carefully. Green eyes smiled at him, lifting his
hips and encouraging him to undress him. Which he did.
Levi paused only a moment before digging into the nightstand, pulling out a
small vial of thick, clear liquid. When he turned back to Eren, he was
surprised to see him blushing at the sight of the bottle. A smile tugged at his
lips as he leaned in and kissed him.
“Wait.”
Levi froze, a little surprised after the way he’d reassured him only moments
before.
“You undress, too.” Eren’s cheeks were flushed, teeth worrying his lower lips
as his fingers tugged at the waist of Levi’s pants.
He did as was asked of him, dropping his clothes to the floor before climbing
back onto the bed. He was barely on the mattress before Eren pushed him down,
much to his surprise. The soldier just grinned, leaning in to kiss him,
pressing himself against one of his Levi’s thighs. There was no uncertainty
from him, gripping the captain’s hand and moving it to his ass.
“I just really wanted to kiss you.” Eren smiled before leaning back in and
continuing to do just that.
Levi didn’t break the kiss, careful as he popped the cap on the bottle, pouring
some into his hand before setting it back onto the nightstand. Rubbing the
lubricant over his fingers, letting his flesh warm it, he carefully reach
around Eren’s hips. Tentatively, he rubbed over his tight entrance.
Eren grinned against his lips, fingers slipping into his hair as he lifted his
ass; both allowing better access and encouraging Levi to continue. And he did,
carefully pressing a finger inside of the brunet.
It was tight and hot and he could feel Eren’s entire body stiffen on top of
him. He didn’t move inside of him, instead tilting his head to capture his lips
again. The kiss was soft and warm and lingering, his free hand moving to trace
slow circles over the brunet’s back muscles. It wasn’t long before he could
feel him relaxing against him.
Experimentally, he moved his finger in an out. He studied Eren closely for pain
or resistance, when he continued to find none – and if he was being honest the
brunet seemed to lewdly enjoy it – he carefully pressed a second finger into
him.
This time he only stiffened a moment before relaxing, lips barely stuttering in
their movements against Levi’s. His fingers had barely begun to move before he
felt Eren rock his hips and push back onto them. He shuddered beneath him, his
own hips grinding against the brunet’s thigh.
The angle was awkward and it wasn’t enough friction for either of them. Even
so, he twisted and prodded inside of Eren, crooking his fingers until he pushed
against the dense tissue he was looking for. The kiss was abruptly broken, the
brunet’s head snapping up and mouth opening in a sharp strangled moan.
Levi couldn’t help the grin that spread across his lips.
“What an incredible sound, let me hear it again.” As if he gave him a choice,
with the way he continued to rub against his sweet spot.
He could feel Eren losing it on top of him. Feel him shuddering and panting,
moans pushing from his lips, his fingers digging into his arms and his cock
dripping onto his leg. And his wasn’t the only one. Levi knew he himself was
coming undone.
Eren’s moans became more frequent, needy. Levi couldn’t help but grinding his
own erection against the brunet’s thigh. He didn’t know if it’d be enough, but
he was desperate for purchase and that was his only way to get it.
Snaking a hand between them, he wrapped his fingers around Eren’s throbbing
cock. Slowly he began to pump it, thumb stroking over the head with each pass,
pacing with his own thrusts. By this point they were both panting, chests
heaving and bodies sweating, unraveling into a desperate mess.
“Levi—not like this—” Eren’s voice still Levi’s actions instantly; it was
haggard and he had difficulty forcing it past his lips. “I don’t want to come
like this.”
Steel blue eyes darted between Eren’s before he slowly nodded. Carefully, he
pulled his fingers from within him. Shifting them carefully, he pushed himself
into a sitting position, still holding the brunet close to him. Sparing just a
second, he poured more lubricant into his palm, stroking himself just enough to
spread it over his cock.
He gripped Eren firmly, looking up at him as he hesitated.
“Ready?”
The brunet nodded, wrapping his arms around the other’s shoulders. Slowly, Levi
lowered Eren’s hips, spreading his cheeks and carefully pressing into him. He
had expected resistance, but somehow hadn’t expected him to be this tight. Or
feel this good; try as he might, he couldn’t stop the low moan that rumbled
from his lips.
Then again, he also hadn’t expected to hear that keening moan as Eren buried
his face in his neck; the sound of it had only served to excite him, making his
cock twitch as he pushed into the brunet.
Once fully inside him, Levi stilled.
Neither moved, Eren curled against him, chest heaving. It was the young soldier
that moved first, long legs draped over Levi’s arms, his own hands tightening
on his shoulders, ass clenched around the cock filling him, rocking his hips as
much as he could in this position.
Levi nodded, gripping Eren’s ass with one hand and thrusting into him. The
brunet’s lips parted, moaning against his own. The sound went straight to his
core, heat pooling within in a way that he knew would burst soon enough.
Gripping the back of Eren’s head, he pulled him into another kiss. He couldn’t
stop; couldn’t stop touching him, squeezing him, moving inside of him.
Fuck was he amazing. He was unbelievably hot, walls nearly vibrating around
him, wet and sucking him in, desperate to suck every inch of him inside. It was
all he could do to give it what it wanted, thrusting quickly inside, holding
Eren’s hips pressed flush to him until he felt him keen against his lips, long
legs tightening around his body and ass clenching around his cock. He knew he
had found it and fuck if he’d stop.
He wanted to hear that sound against his lips, feeling him squeezing, leaking
onto his cock, his entire body aching for his touch until he came undone and
the only intelligible sound coming from those lips was his name.
“Fuck, Levi—” Eren broke the kiss, panting as he pried his fingers from his
shoulder and desperately pushed them between them, stroking himself with
fervor. “Levi, I can’t—I’m—don’t stop fuck don’t stop—” His words slipped into
moans, his hand moving faster and ass clenching tighter as he panted out Levi’s
name, hand filling with cum, splurting over their chests in waves as Levi
pounded into his sweet spot.
“Fucking brat—” Levi pulled him into a hard kiss, hungrily attacking his lips
and pushing his tongue into his mouth. Eren responded, burying his clean hand
into his hair and kissing him back, little moans pushing from his lips as the
other thrust erratically inside of him.
Levi couldn’t stop the way he gasped and moaned against Eren’s lips, biting
down hard enough to make the brunet moan and arch into him. His fingers dug
into his soldier’s skin, bruising his hips and pushing them down as pleasure
washed over him, the sounds coming from his lips embarrassingly loud as he
filled the young man with hot cum.
Calm and fatigue settled over the room, both trying to regain their breath and
senses, brains still come-addled. Eventually, Levi lifted Eren from him, laying
him gently onto the bed. He kissed him slowly, lovingly, before dipping a cloth
in the now lukewarm water that had been for future cups of tea.
Tentatively, he cleaned them both. He smiled at the way Eren blushed and looked
away embarrassed, leaning in to kiss his inner thighs for reassurance. When he
had decided they were clean enough, Levi settled in next to him.
Silence settled over them. It was almost awkward, but yet they were
comfortable. The blankets pulled over their hips, Eren on his chest and his
fingers in that thick mass of chocolate hair.
Still…Levi couldn’t stop the need to speak from gnawing at him.
“Eren…I’m sorry. For what I said…I didn’t…”
“I know.” A soft smile tugged at Eren’s lips before he pressed them against
Levi’s, his fingers slipping between his Captain’s.
I love you.
End Notes
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