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Listen, “asshole with a heart of gold” is a good trope but you know what we need more than that???
Dumbass with a heart of gold. Just, a complete moron who cares a whole fucking lot. An idiot who would die for a stranger. A goddamn dimwit so fucking in love with someone that they’d do anything for ‘em.
Did you mean: Impey Barbicane
*At the end of Sholmès’ route in Future Blessings*
Lupin, falling and crashing with the airship, near death: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Sholmès: …That’s so sad. Cardia, play despacito
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Could you write about 33 with cardia and san?
Hi! Thank you so much for the ask! I really hope what I came up with! It’s a bit longer than my usual ones!
OG post here ~~
“I finally feel alive.”
Everything had come to a screeching halt for the whole group, it was so strange. We were back in the mansion for a while with everybody before they had left to complete their own objectives and it didn’t feel right. Nobody was planning the next move, nobody was plotting anything. Except Lupin of course, he is a thief after all.
Saint-Germain has been very calm lately as well, those sad smiles were no longer a thing.
“Living a human life, I finally am able to relax.”
He told me that after the first week or so of his mortality. I guess it really must be calming to not be fearful of your next mission and not having to worry about waiting to watch the ones you love die. He has nightmares still from all the trauma he’s been through. I think it’s cute that he comes to my bedchambers every time one occurs, seeking my comfort.
Now, we’re on our way back after a long time of traveling to find a cure for my poison.
On our way home is when I receive a letter from home, from Victor. He knew all of the places that we would be stopping at and must have had one mailed here in hopes we’ll get it.
Saint is out in town collecting some fancy souvenirs from here in Marseilles. This is one hell of a place, I don’t blame him this time for spending frivolous amounts of money on decorations for our home.
I don’t feel like waiting for him to return to the place we had rented to read the letter we had received.
Dearest friends,
I truly hope this is to reach you quickly. I also hope that you are safe and well. Travel like yours is so dangerous. I truly with you would just listen to me when I tell you things like that. If I had lost you, lord, I would not even know what to do with myself.
It seems that I’ve started rambling, sorry. My main point is that I have incredibly important news to share with you. It’s so urgent that I couldn’t possibly wait for you to return.
Cardia, I’ve created a cure for your poison.
Please come home quickly and safely.
Deepest regards,
Victor Frankenstein.
I cry out in shock at the news. The date at the top is from nearly a week and a half ago.
I can’t believe it, I simply cannot believe what I just read. Victor has found the cure before us. I can’t wait a single moment to inform Saint-Germain, we must head back immediately.
I pull on my shoes and dash out of our room. I know that it’s useless to try to find him, he could be anywhere, but I highly doubt he would go far.
As if by Fate, the moment I step out of the hotel building, I nearly run directly into Saint. I stumble in attempt to stop before I do crash into him. Saint-Germain beams as he places a sturdy hand to my shoulder in attempt to steady me.
His gentle laughter brings a smile to my face. “Saint-Germain!”
“Hello, my love. Where were you off to in such a rush?” He asks.
“I was-... Well, I was going to find you.” I blush at how dumb I sound.
“Oh!” He chuckles again. “And why is that?” He asks, beginning to walk, sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me along with him.
“Saint, we have to go home immediately!” I gasp, almost just remembering the letter.
“What?” He turns to me with an urgency in his eyes that is almost unnerving. “What happened? Are you alright?”
“Better than alright!” I take the letter out of the pocket I’d tucked it into, handing it to the man beside me.
“Huh-? What’s this?” He hums and takes the paper from my hands, stopping in his tracks to read it.
“Read here.” I lean over his shoulder and touch my gloved finger to the line of most importance.
His lips move as he reads and then his jaw drops.
“C-Cure?” He stutters and meets my eyes. The letter slips from his hands. He’s stunned.
Suddenly, he grabs me and yanks me into his chest. I look up at him, shocked and he swoops I’m to kiss me. I’m just fast enough to place my hand between our faces.
His lips connect with my covered palm. “What do you think you’re doing!? I’m not cured yet!” I gasp, pushing him back from me.
“I’m sorry, I just can't help myself.” He’s smiling so wide it looks like it’ll just fall right off his face.
“Well, don’t just stand there! The faster we leave, the faster my poison will be gone!” I beam and don’t have the chance to pull away this time before he presses a fast kiss to my mouth. “Saint-Germain!” I scold.
He gives me a mischievous smirk. “What? Did I do something wrong?” He hums and starts off down the hallway toward the stairs.
I scowl at him, watching him as he waltzes off down the hall in his elegantly manor. Quickly, I jog to catch up with him.
Once we reach the room, the pair of us pack our belongings. Thankfully, Saint has arranged for any and all of the wonderful things we’ve bought in all of the places we’ve visited, to be shipped to the mansion. Meaning we get to travel light and hurry home.
~*~
It takes a week to get back home. Both Saint and I have been out of our minds with excitement.
The moment we reached London we made a beeline for Victor’s clinic in the poor end of the city. I hadn’t even thought to send him a letter back yet.
That’s why it’s no surprise that he looks so utterly shaken at the sight of both Saint-Germain and I hunched over and panting in the waiting room of his office.
“Wha-What are you doing here?” He stammers in shock.
“We-... We got… Your letter.” I cough out, leaning on the counter, Saint nods along with my statement.
“Oh! Thank god!” He gasps, grabbing my wrist quickly and pulling me after him into his actual office. Saint-Germain stumbles along behind.
Victor sits us me down on an examination table and Saint sits in a chair close by, wringing his hands nervously.
“Okay, this is going to be simple and I don’t know how long it will take for the solution to kick in, if it does at all, but from my research, it should work nearly immediately,” Victor explains as he takes a test-tube off of the counter behind him.
He holds it out to me. “You just have to drink it.” He says, a nervous smile on his face. The liquid inside is blue and glows kind of.
I take it and pull the cork out of the top. I gently bring it to my lips, careful not to touch the glass to my skin and drink the contents. “Oh…” I say after swallowing it. “It’s sweet.”
“Hm… I didn’t expect it to taste good?” Victor hums quietly. “How do you feel?”
“I don’t know… Not really any different.” I shrug.
“Well, let's find out if it worked.” Saint-Germain announces, standing abruptly.
I open my mouth to ask how, but before I can, I have lips on mine. A panic runs through me and I press my hands to his chest to push him away, yet, I don’t smell burning flesh. I don’t feel melting skin. There’s no smoke.
I relax and grip his shirt, pulling him closer, he lets me. My non-existent heart is pounding so hard it hurts.
We kiss for so long that my lungs burn, begging for air. Saint-Germain is the one to pull away first. I look over to find Victor standing off to the side, looking incredibly awkward with red cheeks as he tries to keep his eyes focused elsewhere.
“Sorry, Victor.” I sheepishly smile at him and he just gives me a nod and an awkward grin in return.
Saint-Germain cups my face in his hands and kisses me again, softer this time and it’s quicker, over before I’m ready.
Gently, my gloves are removed and he placed my palms to his cheeks. I nearly gasp at the feeling. “You’re so warm.” I whisper. I love my hands to his clothing, it’s soft and thin.
I receive a kiss on the temple and I nearly start crying. His mouth is so soft and round. These are feelings I never could have ever imagined.
“Don’t cry.” He whispers with such emotion that it pushes me to the point where I can’t help it. I can feel several tears roll down my cheeks.
“I can’t help it.” I murmur, gripping his hand in mine. He wipes the tears away from my cheeks.
“Oh dear…” He speaks quietly, moving closer and pressing our cheeks together. “I love you, Cardia. I never want to see you cry.” His breath caresses my face.
“Saint-Germain… I finally feel alive.” My voice wavers and I press my face into the crook of his neck.
“I think it’s safe to say that I feel the same.” He breathes kindly.
Victor clears his throat. “Um, I’m sorry to interrupt this beautiful moment, but I have an appointment in five minutes.” He nervously wrings his hands.
“Oh! I’m sorry, Victor,” I sniffle and rub my eyes as Saint pulls away from me. I hop off the table and wrap my arms around Victor tightly. “Thank you. You’ve saved me. Thank you.” I mumble into his ear, gripping him in a bone-crushing hug.
“It was nothing,” He laughs. “But if you don’t let go I think I’ll be crushed to death.”
“Sorry.” I smile as I pull away and wipe my eyes again.
Saint-Germain and myself both thank Victor several more times before we leave. Saint promises me that he has somewhere beautiful that he wants to bring me before we return to the mansion.
He truly doesn’t disappoint when he takes me to the woods where we had looked at the stars together. “Are you going to kidnap me again?” I joke quietly.
He flinches a bit at the question. “I’ll never do that, I’m still so sorry for that,” He says, lacing our bare fingers. “I just have this beautiful spot so want to bring you to.”
He leads me down the hill we were on to a small patch of grass that is sat amongst many flowers and overlooks a lake. “I come here sometimes to think. I came here most days when I had you in that mansion. I was trying to decide what was right and what was wrong…” he mumbles and sits in the long grass, pulling at my hand to join him.
I do and I immediately touch the grass, gasping at the strange feeling. “Wow…” I murmur.
“Do you like this place?” He asks, his eyes locked firmly on me as I touch anything within my reach.
“I love it,” I say. “I love this, I love you.” I look up into his sky-blue eyes. He looks so kind. There’s a strange flicker of something in his eyes though.
“Good, I’m glad…” He coos. “I came here at night most of the time. It was always so much more beautiful, the moon and stars reflected in the water…” Saint-Germain keeps his eyes on me. “This place right here is where I realized that I loved you, Cardia.”
My hands stop moving over the grass and my head snaps up to look at him. “What?” I speak in a soft voice.
“This is where I decided that I couldn’t hurt you. This is where I chose to protect you no matter what… This is where I started feeling alive again…” His voice is quiet, he’s whispering so only I could hear it, the wind and sky along with the grass and flowers were not privy to the words he’s whispering to me.
“Saint-Germain…”
“And, this is where I want to start our life together,” He says and reaches into his pocket, never looking away from me as he does. “Cardia Beckford…” He holds a ring out in front of me. “Will you marry me, my beloved?”
I start to cry again as I nod my head. “Yes,” I nod. “Yes, Saint, of course I will.” I reach out and place my hand to his cheek.
He takes my other hand in his and slides the ring onto my finger and kisses me with so much love and so much happiness.
I’m alive. I’m really, truly, finally alive.
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Hi! Would you mind writing 61 with Cardia and Lupin?
Hi!! Thank you for the request! This one was fun to write! I was in a winter mood so this satisfied me quiet a lot!
I hope you enjoy!
OG post here
“Can I kiss you?”
It was a day late in the year. It was cold, incredibly cold out and snow blanketed the ground and fluttered in the air, showing no signs of stopping any time soon.
Saint’s mansion was cold as well, it was so large that it was obviously hard to heat. Everybody was bundled up with blankets and cuddled in various areas in the house.
I was curled up in several blankets, laying on the carpet near the fire in the living room. I was reading a book that Lupin had taken from Sholmes’ apartment. I’m sure that Sholmes knows about the theft and is just waiting for the perfect time to bring it up.
“Ah, I see that somebody appreciates the book I stole.” I hear Lupin’s voice from somewhere nearby.
I tip my head in the direction of the couch and find him leaning against the back of it. I can’t help the smile spread across my face.
“It’s actually kind of interesting.” I say softly.
“Your hands must be freezing though.” He comments and strides over to me, sitting down at my side.
“I guess. I didn’t notice until you said something.” I chuckle, laying the book on my chest and rubbing my hands together.
Lupin takes my hands in his own to warm them. I feel my cheeks flush. “Holy-! They’re freezing!” He says and gives them a squeeze.
Lupin and I have been stuck in this middle ground for far too long. It’s been nearly eight months since my poison magically vanished, since he saved me. It hasn't been the same as before, but we’re not any different either. I can’t find any way to explain it other than we’re stuck in relationship limbo.
“I guess I was more into that book than I thought.” I grin and slide a little closer to him, resting my head on his knee. He’s so warm all the time.
He grins at me and pats my hair gently.
“At least somebody has a use for it.” He shrugs.
“Lupin, you cannot tell me you stole this just for the sake of stealing! That’s not very gentlemanly.” I raise a brow at him and he rolls his eyes.
“I did think I had a use for it, but my god, it is so dull!” He complains like a child.
“It’s not that dull, you just don’t like anything interesting. All you like to read are those dumb mystery books.” I scoff at him and he gives me a glance that reads ‘really?’
“All you read are historical books! How lame.” He scoffs at me this time.
“It’s not my fault that I don’t know about history naturally! I much prefer horror or romance books.” I start to play with his hands subconsciously.
“Like that’s any better, at least mystery has plot.” He retorts.
“Horror and romance both have plenty of plot!” I try to jab him with my elbow, but my position causes me to fail.
Lupin touches a finger to my nose. “Sure they do. Your nose is so red.”
“I’m cold! Of course it’ll be red!”
His hand rests over my nose awkwardly. “Better?” He chuckles, a big grin on his face.
“Definitely,” I laugh in return. “But, I’m cold in general, so no, it’s not very helpful.”
“Well then, cover up.” He says nudging my side. I roll my eyes at him and sit up, the blanket pooling in my lap.
I stand and move to the couch, Lupin follows and I cover myself and him with the large blanket I’d been laying with.
I lean against the arm rest and Lupin sits in a gentlemanly fashion. I groan at him. “Stop being so stiff.” I kick his thigh, pressing my feet against his leg, my knees bent and held close in an attempt to keep warm.
He smiles and pulls his legs up onto the couch, sitting criss-crossed.
I continue reading and can feel Lupin’s stare against my skin. My mind can’t process a single word on any page.
“Staring is rude, Lupin.” I speak, flickering my gaze his way out of the corner of my eye.
“You’re shivering,” He hums. “Cardia, come here.” He holds his arms out and I have to contemplate my next actions for a second.
I relent and cuddle up to him leaning my head against one of his shoulders as I continue staring at the same page and reading it over and over.
He has an arm around me, rubbing my side in attempt to warm me.
Lupin pulls the blankets up around us more. He rests his chin on the top of my head. My heart is beating so hard that it almost hurts. I close my eyes for a second or two, to savor this moment. His scent is just as warm as the rest of him. It’s of a thick cologne, it smells sweet and chocolate-y, like burning wood, maybe cinnamon sugar melting on the stove. I love whatever it is and I want to commit it to memory.
I want to be able to remember this scent no matter where Lupin or I may be.
“Are you falling asleep?” I hear and I jerk my head up. I notice that he must have been stroking my hair this whole time.
“Uh-... Little bit.” I say in a small voice, shaking away all of the improper thoughts that chew at my mind.
“It’s alright, you can rest.” He permits kindly, resting his cheek on the top of my head.
“I’m okay.” I mumble, going back to my book.
I continue reading and Lupin continues to give me his warmth. His breathing is calming and I keep falling away from reading to focus on it.
He takes in a deep breath after a while, it feels like hours, but it was most likely only twenty or forty minutes, and he touches my cheek with his warm hand, only for a second though.
Then, he falls silent again and I keep going with my book.
He takes another deep breath a long time later. When he releases it, it’s shaky. It worries me a little.
Before I can say anything, his voice comes softly. “Cardia…”
I hum and go to reply, but he’s already speaking again. “Can-... Can I kiss you?”
I jolt with surprise and look up at him when he lifts his head from where it rested on mine.
“You want-... to kiss me?”
“A lot.” He gives a faint nod, but doesn’t look at me. His face is red in a way that I’d never seen before.
I touch his cheek and that catches his attention and his eyes lock with mine, surprise on his features.
I lean up and press my lips to his softly, slowly. His are soft and not-surprisingly, warm.
I’m the first to pull away and I smile at him, looking deep into those golden, honey eyes of his. “You don’t have to ask.”
And I go back to my book.
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Hey hey! Would you mind writing something for Cardia and Impey with number 44? Thanks in advance!
Thanks for the request! I really hope you enjoy it!!
OG post here <3
“Can I touch you?”
At long last, Victor has successfully found a way to rid Cardia of the poison running through her body. It, of course, is not an easy process.
Since Nemo had died on the Nautilus, his knowledge of how to save Cardia, was also taken with him. It took nearly a year and a half for Victor to finally figure it out.
It’s simple, yet very dangerous.
All it is, is a simple solution, a mixture of some chemicals that should counteract the poison. This is most likely not the easy fix that Nemo had promised both Impey and Cardia.
Victor just needed to inject her with it and their problem should be solved, but there was the issue of it could kill her. If he used just a little too much, it would cause her organs to fail and if the poison didn’t react well or at all with the solution, she would also die.
It’s a game of luck.
Victor refused Impey from entering the room while he worked on her. He didn’t want him to see her die if worse comes to worse.
He put Cardia under using an anesthetic so if anything did happen, she wouldn’t be in pain.
It was very simple, he laid her out on a table and waited until the medication kicked in and then, he simply used the specialized needle and pressed it into her skin and emptying out the contents into her.
The hardest part is the waiting.
Sitting, bouncing his leg impatiently, he waits. Eventually, he begins pacing with worry. It’s taking longer than expected for her to awaken.
It makes Victor panic, causing him to check her vitals more often than necessary.
“Maybe I just have her too much anesthesia…” He murmurs to himself. “Let’s hope so…”
It takes nearly two hours before she opens her eyes again.
“Cardia!” Victor calls and wraps his arms around her. She’s groggy from sleep and seems confused by Victor’s sudden hug.
“Victor?” She responds.
“How are you feeling? Do you feel ill? Are you dizzy? Do you-“
“Victor, Victor, I’m fine. I feel fine,” She pulls back from his tight embrace. “I’m just a little tired.” She smiles at him reassuringly.
“I still have to monitor you and make sure that the solution worked. It may take a while for the effects or poisoning to set in.” He tells and she agrees silently, the smile on her lips not wavering in the slightest.
“Can I see Impey now?” She asks and gets a gentle nod from him in return.
Cardia hops off of the table and hurried to the door, when she opens it she finds Impey slumped over, fast asleep on the ground.
She grins and crouches down next to him, softly brushing a gloved hand over his cheek, pushing some stray hairs out of his face.
Impey wakes and lifts his head tiredly. “Hey, sleepyhead.” She coos at the man that she loves.
“Cardia!” He beams and throws his arms around her, pulling her to him. “My beautiful soon-to-be wife! Oh how I’ve missed you.” He speaks dramatically, making her giggle childishly.
“I missed you too, Impey.” She says as he kisses the top of her head. He does that a lot.
“Did it work?” He questions, the excitement in his voice prominent.
“I don’t know, I haven’t tried it… I just wanted to see you.” She blushes, embarrassed by her own words.
“I’m glad because I wanted to see you too.” He twirls a stray piece of her hair around his finger.
“I love you.” She says suddenly.
“I love you, too. I promise that no matter what, that won’t change.” Impey looks at her in a way that says that he means it with all of his heart.
“I promise you the same.” She nods at him reassuringly.
They sit, staring at each other for a while before Impey pulls a glove off of his hand. “Can I touch you?” He asks in a soft voice.
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” She takes his hand between both of hers.
“It’s okay, I’m tough, remember?” He looks at her with a reassuring smile that makes her let go of his hand.
Gently, he cups her cheek and she flinches involuntarily. Impey smiles a big smile and places his hand behind her neck, beneath her hair and he kisses her so hard that she nearly topples over.
“I just can’t wait for the wedding night.” Impey says with a mischievous grin.
She smacks him upside the head in a loving way. “A gentleman doesn’t say things like that.” She reminds.
“Good thing I’m not Lupin then.” And he kisses her, never intending to let this feeling go.
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“Do you even realize how stupid that was?”
“What was the point of that?”
“I love you so much that it actually hurts.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“I hate you so much.”
“I wish you died.”
“You’re eyes are so pretty.”
“Move and I kill them.”
“Why won’t you love me?”
“Please, just let me go.”
“Don’t you remember?”
“I know you’re about to get married, but I’m in love with you.”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You wear that a lot.”
“Kiss me, you coward!”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m not sure I like it.”
“I won’t let you go.”
“This is for your own good.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Is this really love?”
“I know you’re in love with me!”
“Admit it or this sword will cut through you like butter.”
“Did you ever really love me?”
“Why would you say that we’re dating?”
“I just wish you’d smile.”
“Who hurt you?”
“Get in there!”
“Say you need me.”
“I didn’t think you could get any less appealing.”
“I finally feel alive.”
“Wait, we aren’t dating?”
“There’s ‘too much’ and then there’s you.”
“Don’t you wish things were different?”
“That was a proposal.”
“If you’re going to die, you need to know that I love you!”
“I’m not dying, I’m fine.”
“Stop overreacting.”
“Why do you have to tell me you’re in love with me all the time? You know I don’t like you and I know that you’re just joking.”
“I’m not joking. I’m serious.”
“I feel like I’m alive…”
“Can I touch you?”
“Wait, you’re not drunk?”
“Will you-... Oh… Um, this is harder than I thought… Would you… Will you… be my wife?”
“Seeing you here, under the moonlight, makes me fall in love with you all over again.”
“I wish you could meet my family…”
“I never meant to fall in love with you…”
“I look great even with a broken nose!”
“You-... You still wear that?”
“I’m not crying!”
“But, I don’t even know who you are?”
“It’s always the same thing with you!”
“We aren’t even friends!”
“But, I hate you…?”
“Don’t you mean that you’re in love with me?”
“What happened?”
“Where did you get that?”
“What are you reading?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“I’m dying.”
“Will you… Dance with me?”
“Did you just propose to me?”
“Wow, you’re beautiful.”
“I’ve never noticed how beautiful your eyes are.”
“I’m only at home when I’m with you.”
“I just want to hold you.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ll just kiss you until you feel better, then.”
“That’s my shirt.”
“Would you like to wear my jacket?”
“I like your scent.”
“That’s not even fair!”
“Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”
“Are you serious this time?”
“It was never a joke.”
“You’re bleeding!”
“How do you not realize that I’m in love with you?”
“Hold your breath.”
“Close your eyes and do not open them no matter what.”
“You’re my soulmate?”
"Did you buy me… lingerie?”
"If they find out, I’ll kill myself and then you.”
“You want to go trick-or-treating? Seriously?”
“You’re such a child.”
“I need a drink.”
“I need you.”
“All I want is you, that’s all I will ever want.”
“What did you wish for?”
“I wished for you to love me back, but we all know that will never happen.”
“Whoa! When did you get hot?”
“You’re going to make us late!”
“I will not go out with you dressed like that!”
“I wish I could relate but only a dumbass like you could do this.”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!”
“You’re making it hard for me to hate you.”
“If I hate you then why do I want to kiss you every time I see you?”
“Tell me this when your sober.”
“Why don’t you listen to me?”
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it's getting close to spooks day so i was wondering what the guys would dress up as for halloween? :3
Mod S here! Since Halloween is right around the corner, let’s take care of answering some of these awesome Halloween asks. :3 And I’ll start with this one! Thanks for requesting this, I hope you’re doing okay. And Happy Halloween to you!
Here’s The Code: Realize Cast’s Halloween 2017 Costumes!
Arséne Lupin: This year, Lupin decides he wants to tease Sholmes by dressing up as Herlock Sholmes for Halloween.
Abraham Van Helsing: Van doesn’t want to participate in Halloween, but is forced by the rest of the gang to wear cat ears and a tail and be a cat for Halloween.
Impey Barbicane: Impey’s love for ships is reflected his costume, as he decides to dress up as a pirate.
Victor Frankenstein: Victor decides to make a quick costume by drawing a face on an old bedsheet and going as a ghost for Halloween.
Saint Germain: Saint Germain buys a fake crown and a red cape to dress up as a King for Halloween.
Bonus: Herlock Sholmes: Sholmes, after seeing Lupin’s costume, decides to dress up as Arséne Lupin for Halloween.
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