#lucanis x Illario

[starsbirdsbabesandsages]

How the quest ended for me

The original:

[whispersleo]

Illario x Lucanis sketch kisses

they're eating my brain together at this point and I'm not complaining

Sorry it's not all kisses I like them with a bitter pain as a fun extra fucked thing

but the kisses tho

wait what do u mean it's midnight already

[onfigure8s]

Last line written challenge

@awildmareep thank you for tagging me lmao now i can shamelessly post my dellamortecest!!! kekeke /jk

Not sure who else in my moots write, but I'm tagging u and pls show me ur writing :< i love reading!!!

This is a draft (so it's mostly dialogue sorry!) from one of the later chapters of please, be rude. BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE CHAPTERS IN SEQUENCE LAKSJDALKJDASK

placed it under the cut because it's long.

Illario murmurs, “I mean it. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“You’re getting soft, cousin.”

“And you have a stick up your ass again. I thought we were working on that already.”

“The only thing I want up my ass—”

Illario hastily presses a finger against his lips. “Shut up. You’re ruining my masterful romance. Do you not see the vision?”

He gestures to the scene before them. “The beautiful, blue lake? Glimmering from the stars, with streaks of orange and purple hues? Against the Treviso sunset?”

“Since when do you do romance? I thought you were allergic.”

“Do you really think me novice when I’ve had hundreds of people bowing to my every whim? Falling head over heels for me?”

Illario doesn’t even see Lucanis’ downturned lips, only his cousin’s knitted eyebrows and his narrowed eyes looking at the ground. Not looking at Illario.

Lucanis is jealous.

“I never said I liked doing it. Or have done it sincerely with anyone before.”

He tilts Lucanis’ face to meet his eyes. “I’m doing it sincerely now because it’s you. Stop being jealous, Lucanis. It never suited you.”

Lucanis flushes and looks away from him. “Asshole.”

“Hmm? I like yours very much. Blessed be thy Maker for bestowing you with such perky buttocks.”

That was his cousin’s final straw with Illario’s degeneracy because Lucanis shrugs him off forcefully, albeit playfully.

His glare would have killed Illario a thousand times over. “Fuck you.”

But Illario is having fun. “Oh? I thought we’re taking a break from fornication, cousin.”

The disbelief coloring Lucanis’ voice amuses him even more. “Por la sangre del Hacedor.”

Lucanis lets out an exasperated sigh. “Illario—you’re fucking insufferable.”

Several seconds of silence follow before Lucanis breaks out into laughter. Stifled at first, then it devolves into a deep-bellied one. With a mask hiding half his face, Illario can only discern the mirth from his eyes: the usually wide eyes are slitted, the browns barely showing through his eyelashes, and their corners crinkle as Lucanis continues to laugh. His body is even quaking enough that he has to wrap his arms around his stomach to keep his balance.

At moments like these, Illario is grateful that Lucanis saved him. That he endured through Illario’s cruelty to pull him up from the depths of his fury.

Illario places a hand atop his cousin’s head and softly strokes his hair, waiting for Lucanis to calm down. Illario can’t help the corners of his mouth lifting and the achy warmth in his chest as he watches Lucanis double over from laughter.

Despite the bitterness that persists to haunt him like a specter of his former self, biding its time before it viciously extends an arm through its cage and lashes out again, Illario discovers another profound truth:

If making Lucanis laugh is all Illario will get to accomplish for the rest of his mundane existence, he’ll die a fulfilled man.

[rookanisstuff]

The Dellamortes

[rookamell]

We're missing the potential of a Dellamorte reunion after Rook gets taken to the Fade. It's been a week and a half, and Lucanis hasn't slept in three days. Lace is dead, Taash is perhaps the only person more catatonic than he is, Emmrich and Neve have come up with an insane plan to recreate Solas's dagger to give them a chance at ripping open the Fade to find Rook, and Davrin refuses to listen to any word that Rook might not be coming back, the only thing keeping Lucanis alive is Spite. So one night, Spite takes him to the only person other than Rook who can help.

It's not Neve, because Neve is busy with a case: getting Rook out of the Fade, so she and Emmrich are so consumed none of the others have been able to get them to even eat. No, it's not Neve, Lucanis finally collapses from exhaustion on Rook's sofa after being less than useless(or thats how he feels) to everyone for a week, and he wakes up with his hand on the knocker of Viago's door.

For a moment, he thinks about just jumping into one of the canals, but then he knocks, and Viago opens in his dressing gown.

"Lucanis?"

"I need to talk to Illario."

And Illario is grumbling about being woken up in the middle of the night, but then he sees his cousin, no his brother's face, and suddenly the last twenty years haven't happened. Suddenly they're kids again, and they've snuck into the villa kitchens after a particularly brutal training day with Caterina, and both of them are hurt and exhausted and hopeless but at least they have each other.

"Lucanis?"

"She's gone, Illario. I lost her. And I never told her I love her."

[violacee]

CrowRook: Have you ever seen something that changed your life?

Lucanis: I saw you.

CrowRook: That's very sweet, but it makes this kinda awkward because I was about to show you this painting I did of Illario as a chicken.

[vaguely-concerned]

the strength it must have taken for illario to not immediately go full 'lmao since when have you even had a kiss hello lucanis' sibling violence mode during the café talk. inspirational. rook and lucanis really were doing all that right in front of his salad huh

[just-a-deriva]

A portion of people within this fandom are really letting their discomfort with asexual people and virginity show.

I hate to break it to you, but there are people who make it to adulthood as virgins (and it isn't inherently tied to being religious.).

I need you guys to breathe and be realistic for 5 minutes, and also realize the implications of your exclamation about how impossible you find Lucanis being a virgin is. Maybe it's not within your scope of focus, but yes, it happens.

No, I don't care that he's a Crow. He specifically tells you that seduction is Illario's thing.

Yes, you can read romance and be in love with the idea (and even long for it for yourself!) and still not take that jump.

Sex is not casual for everyone. Casual sex is not for everyone.

Please sit with that before you guffaw and call it impossible.

[thimblings]

continuation of my "crowlycule" comic (someone tagged the previous one with that and i'm stealing it i love it) someone also tagged the previous one calling Rook "Viago and Teia's 'get-along-Rook'" and i also love that lol i just love love my weird co-dependent dysfunctional crows

[incorrectquotesfromthelighthouse]

Lucanis: Rook thinks I'm funny. Illario: Statistically, I suppose someone has to.

[whispersleo]

Hermit the Frog

[ AO3 ] Where Illario gets drunk and Lucanis has to listen to him. Additional Tags: Heavy Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence (Caterina), Codependency, Cousin Incest, First Kiss, First Time, Mutual Masturbation, First Time Blow Jobs, Drunkenness, Drunk Sex, Drunken Kissing, Drunken Confessions

(First part) (Second part) (Last part)

II. He’s looking for a dog

Illario watched closely as Lucanis bent down to finish refilling the horses’ feed. The stables were cleaner than usual, and his brother liked tending to the animals whenever he returned from his contracts. Illario had never felt any particular fondness for them. If his drunken mind could summon any pleasant memory from this place, it would be of a young Lucanis telling him that one day he’d have a wyvern in the stables, that he’d clear out a big space just for it, and curl up to sleep by its side.

The thought made him chuckle at how naive it seemed now, and Lucanis glanced over his shoulder, puzzled.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing." Illario lazily covered his mouth with his fingers, as if they were dancing over his lips. "Are you done?"

"Yeah." Lucanis nodded, not pressing him about the laughter. He stepped closer to Illario, then wrinkled his nose. "This early, Illario?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You reek of wine," he said, his expression turning to one of mild disgust.

Illario tilted his head slightly, neither confirming nor denying it. He could still feel the bandages wrapped around his torso beneath his clothes, and if he moved his shoulders out of sync with his hips, his back throbbed in protest.

"It’s nearly nightfall," he said at last.

Lucanis rolled his eyes so hard he might have hurt himself in the process.

"Are you planning to get drunk every day?"

"Some of them." Illario bit down on his thumb, pressing it against one of his fangs, then suddenly gave Lucanis a slow once-over. "Why do you care?"

"Caterina’s going to punish you again if you keep this up."

"Caterina doesn’t even like me sober," he scoffed, utterly indifferent. "Is that all?"

Lucanis let out a sigh, clearly exasperated by his childish behavior. He rested his hands on his hips.

"Maybe I just don’t feel like watching you drown in your own shit."

Illario laughed, his shoulders lowering slightly. He stepped forward, reaching for Lucanis’ elbows and tugging at his gloves.

"Idiot, you’ll get your clothes dirty," he scolded.

Lucanis instinctively dropped his gaze when he felt Illario’s breath so close to his mouth, allowing him to do as he pleased. The weight of his older brother pressed him back until he was against one of the stable walls, his body bumping against it softly as Illario pulled his gloves off and tossed them to the ground.

Illario sometimes did things like this. Cornering him, pushing him, touching him perhaps too close, far more than what was appropriate for cousins who were practically brothers. Lucanis didn’t even know what to think, believing that the older one was just having fun by teasing him and making him nervous. But why did he get so nervous? His heart skipped a beat in his chest, and he looked down at the floor where his gloves now lay, his cheeks flushing uncontrollably.

"You got your pants dirty", murmured Illario, his voice a caress against the other's cheek, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Here" he said even softer, his hands moving to Lucanis's hip where he had placed the gloves earlier. The younger one closed his eyes as Illario's bony fingers gripped him there, his thumbs pressing against the protruding bones of his hips and his fingers practically on his backside.

Illario looked at him. Lucanis couldn’t have looked cuter, red up to his ears, unable to meet his gaze, and best of all, frozen in place. He was like a terrified little lamb afraid of being devoured by the big bad wolf. The image caused an intense heat to rise to Illario's face, adding to the warmth from the alcohol, and the sensation ran through his stomach, settling in his lower abdomen, dripping further down to envelop his groin.

Damn it, he had missed him so much. His desire was Lucanis's fault. If he weren’t such a bastard and thought of Illario, even for a moment, just enough to write him a letter saying he was fine and that he’d be back soon, if he didn’t make him imagine a thousand ways he could be dead and force him to get drunk just to fall asleep every time he was away, maybe Illario wouldn’t have dropped to his knees in front of him.

"Illario?," Lucanis called out with complete uncertainty, still frozen in place, his body tense against the wall. His cousin's bandaged hands caressed his belt until they reached the buckle, undoing it with two quick tugs.

"Let me have this," he pleaded, his face pressing against Lucanis's leg, rubbing against it. "I can be good, Lucanis," he whispered.

"What—?" the young Dellamorte choked on his own saliva. "What are you doing?," he managed to articulate.

"I can be good," Illario repeated, looking up at him, his cheek pressed against Lucanis's pants, his hands expertly opening them. "I can behave. Like an obedient dog. Just for you," he whispered with a half-smile, his eyes barely open.

Lucanis couldn’t have been more flushed—or more terrified—by what his cousin was suggesting. Especially because his body was reacting, and he could feel it himself: his member straining against his underwear, the last barrier separating him from Illario. Mierda, mierda. This was wrong. This was so wrong. Caterina would kill them both if she found them like this—or worse. His mind couldn’t even conjure an image of the horrific punishment their grandmother might inflict. Maybe she’d break every bone in Illario’s body, make him bleed until not an inch of his skin remained untouched, or beat his face until it was unrecognizable. As for Lucanis, she might strip him naked, tie him to a carriage, and let the horses drag him across the estate grounds.

"Please," Illario begged again. Lucanis swallowed with difficulty, his hands slowly peeling away from the wall. One hand moved to Illario’s shoulder, while the other cradled his head, brushing his hair back in a careful gesture. Illario seemed enchanted, his eyes fluttering shut.

Mierda. Illario was drunk. This was wrong. And yet, and yet…

Lucanis gave the slightest nod. Illario’s lips immediately pressed against the fabric of Lucanis’s underwear, tracing the outline of his erection with his tongue, his head tilting with absolute delight. Lucanis’s fingers tangled in Illario’s hair, trembling slightly, his lips pressing together as a low, sharp sound escaped him. He could feel sweat trickling down his thighs beneath his pants, his heart pounding so fast it felt like it might burst from his chest. But it felt so good…

Illario gripped Lucanis’s hips, lifting his face. With practiced ease, he undid the laces of Lucanis’s underwear with his teeth, using his chin to push the garment down to his thighs. Lucanis’s erection sprang free, brushing against Illario’s cheek, and he couldn’t help but let out a low, appreciative "oh," his lips moving to plant soft kisses along the base. Lucanis clearly hadn’t bothered to trim; his pubic hair was thick, curly, and deep black.

The way Lucanis’s hands tightened on his head and shoulders reminded Illario that they didn’t have time to waste. Any servant could walk in—the gardener, another crow from House Dellamorte coming to fetch a horse, or even Caterina herself, wondering where the two of them had disappeared to. It always seemed like they could never escape their grandmother’s watchful eye for more than a few moments. Illario came and went from the city without issue, and Lucanis was always off on lucrative contracts in Tevinter, but together? That hadn’t been allowed since Caterina took them in.

Illario slid his tongue between his lips, taking a deep breath as he gazed at his cousin’s cock. Lucanis had surprised him a little, though he should have guessed he wouldn’t be lacking. His member was shorter than Illario’s, but it made up for it in girth, a prominent vein running along the side, the tip of his erection glistening red with pre-cum. Illario smiled at the sight, running his tongue along the length before reaching the tip, delighting in the way Lucanis tensed under his lips. A tug and a growing heat in his own pants reminded him that he wasn’t immune to Lucanis either.

He looked up. His cousin was so flushed that not even during his worst fever had he seen him like this—back when Illario had stayed up all night caring for him. The damn fool never let him sleep, it seemed. It was Illario’s burden as the eldest, always watching over his younger brother, ensuring his well-being.

His gaze didn’t waver from Lucanis’s beautiful eyes—dark brown like coffee, gleaming, excited, and locked onto Illario’s barely awake expression as he opened his mouth wide to take him in. His lips parted, his head tilting forward as he swallowed Lucanis down. Halfway, he pulled back with a soft suction, and the younger Dellamorte writhed against the wall, his face a mask of genuine suffering, his fingers involuntarily tugging at Illario’s hair.

Illario let out a soft moan in response, the sound muffled by the flesh in his mouth.

"I—I’m sorry," Lucanis stammered, loosening his grip on Illario’s head and lowering his hands to his shoulders, not wanting to hurt him. Illario would have laughed if he could.

He took a deep breath and finally slid all the way down, taking him fully, leaving no room to breathe, though Lucanis didn’t reach deep enough to hit his throat. He didn’t need to. Illario watched as his cousin pursed his lips, his body and expression the only things betraying how he was stifling his sounds.

Illario moved his bandaged hands to rest together in his lap. Slowly, as he moved his head back and forth along Lucanis’s length, he began unwrapping the bandages. His wounds were mostly healed and in good condition thanks to the healing ointment Lucanis himself had applied, leaving only faint scratches and reddish marks. Illario massaged the erection straining against his pants, squeezing hard, his eyes rolling back.

He straightened instinctively, letting Lucanis’s member slip slightly from his mouth, watching it tremble as he pulled away, a strand of saliva connecting them tenderly. Illario undid his pants while placing eager kisses on the tip, Lucanis’s hips quivering. His cousin wouldn’t last much longer.

It was rare for the two of them to be alone together, so Illario had only spoken to Lucanis about sex on a handful of occasions. The first had been when Illario woke up with an erection in the middle of his puberty, and Lucanis had seen it before he could hide it. The second, with a risqué book the elder had stolen from a shelf in a shop in Treviso, convincing Lucanis it was too inappropriate to share. The third and most recent, years ago, when Lucanis had asked if he was still a virgin. Illario had laughed in his face—how ridiculous! He was already seventeen. Of course not. He’d lost his virginity during his first contract at fifteen. He’d been too nervous to say no to his mark, only managing to kill her once she was beneath him and the whole act was over. Illario had then recounted in vivid detail everything he’d done with some of his targets since then, or what he’d done purely for pleasure, the women and men he’d been with. Lucanis had simply listened the entire time.

The thought sparked in his hazy mind. Was Lucanis still a virgin…? Was he sucking his cousin’s cock for the first time in his life? Oh, what a privilege, what pride, how thrilling to have this. The thought nearly made him come without even touching himself.

Illario suddenly pulled away from him. Lucanis let out a soft whimper, which drew a genuine laugh from Illario. If it were possible, Lucanis would have turned even redder.

"Why…?" Lucanis tried to ask, his voice breathless, almost tearful.

"Lucanis," Illario exhaled his name, licking his glistening lips, still wet with saliva and pre-cum. He leaned back on his legs, straightening up slowly, the weight of the alcohol heavy on him as he steadied himself against Lucanis’ body. "Damn. You’re so spoiled, so pampered. I can’t say no to you, can I?" Illario complained.

Finally, he freed his own member. He pressed their hips together and grasped Lucanis’ length, even though his hand was injured, hoping his cousin wouldn’t mind the roughness of his scrapes and cuts. If Lucanis noticed, he didn’t show it, his confused, tearful eyes scanning Illario’s face.

"Take me in your hand, please," Illario requested. Lucanis obeyed almost immediately, his gaze daring to drift downward. Illario was well-groomed, his short, thin pubic hair barely noticeable, his member long enough that Lucanis would need more than both hands to hold it fully. He settled for gripping it halfway, his thumb brushing over the tip, which drew a smile from Illario. "Can you be a good little puppy too, Lucanis?"

The younger man swallowed with difficulty, Illario’s imposing figure looming over him suddenly. His heart raced so fast it felt like it might burst from his chest, and when Illario moved his hand, a soft moan escaped Lucanis’ lips as he tried to mimic the motion and speed. The tips of their members brushed together, slick with pre-cum, and the sensation nearly overwhelmed Lucanis. His free hand hesitated before settling on the curve of Illario’s back, crumpling his shirt as he tried to steady himself.

"Pay attention, I’ll even teach you my tricks, puppy," his cousin whispered. He made a small gesture before leaning in, dangerously close, only to tilt his head further. Illario let saliva pool in his mouth—something that came easily given how aroused he was just from watching them touch each other—and let it drip onto both of them. Lucanis’ hips twitched, but Illario didn’t let him pull away, firmly gripping his cock and using his hand to spread the saliva from tip to base.

"Illario," Lucanis gasped softly, trying to imitate him and managing with some difficulty, spreading the saliva over Illario’s length. It was easier to tug at it than to actually stroke it properly, but he was eager to try. Illario kept his gaze downward, thrusting his hips against Lucanis’ hand, fucking the air. The sight sent a hot wave rushing through the younger Dellamorte’s chest.

"Is this your first time doing this with someone?" Illario couldn’t help but ask, his voice heavy, breathless, a murmur meant only for Lucanis. Their faces were dangerously close.

"I—"

"Answer me," Illario commanded.

"Yes," Lucanis whispered, his eyes tracing every feature of Illario’s face, watching his beautiful lips curl into a satisfied smile that sent pleasant shivers through his stomach. Illario quickened the pace of his hand, the sound wet and lewd, and Lucanis clenched his stomach, something tightening unbearably in his abdomen. "I’m— I’m going to—"

"Yes, yes," Illario exhaled, his hips moving more urgently now, the friction between them exquisite. He pressed their cheeks together, his lips brushing against Lucanis’ ear. "Come for me, Lucanis," he laughed, drunk, euphoric. "Indulge me, cousin."

Lucanis clenched his eyelids tightly, his hips jerking toward Illario’s hand before his member began to release an embarrassingly copious amount of semen. Illario quickly cupped the tip to minimize the mess, but Lucanis could barely stifle a choked sob as he spilled over himself, leaving his cousin’s arm coated up to the elbow. Illario gasped against his neck, finding his own release moments later and using that same hand to cover himself since Lucanis was in no state to help.

In fact, Lucanis remained so still that he continued to hold Illario’s member, lost in the lingering waves of his own climax. It was Illario, a few seconds later, who gently guided his cousin’s wrist away, prompting Lucanis to let go. Lucanis nearly choked on his own saliva as he realized what he’d been doing.

"Sorry," he muttered quickly, glancing around before grabbing one of his gloves from the floor to clean Illario’s hand, now slick with both of their releases. His focus was so fixed on the task that he didn’t notice Illario’s intentions until his cousin’s lips were already on his.

Lucanis froze for a moment. Illario’s mouth still carried the faint taste of him. The younger man’s hands tightened around the glove before letting it drop, moving instead to grip Illario’s back. Their now-soft members brushed against each other as Illario pressed their bodies together.

Illario pulled away to laugh, a sound that Lucanis was sure would be the death of him.

"Part your lips," Illario murmured, his voice low, "and watch your teeth." He smiled, his eyes half-lidded and heavy with alcohol, looking utterly pleased with himself for having stolen Lucanis’s first kiss.

Lucanis hesitated but obeyed, feeling Illario’s mouth claim his again, this time more insistently. His cousin’s tongue pressed against his own, and Lucanis moaned softly, his eyes closing as his head tilted back against the stable wall. He fumbled awkwardly to return the kiss, his inexperience evident.

Illario’s body felt warm against his, no longer overwhelming but comforting. His mouth was both warm and cool, his saliva tinged with alcohol as it slid down Lucanis’s throat, making him swallow reflexively. Lucanis’s hands wandered over Illario’s broad shoulders and up to his neck, where they lingered, caressing gently.

"Lucanis," Illario exhaled, pulling back just enough to speak against his lips. Lucanis chased after them, and Illario obliged, melting into another kiss. He tilted Lucanis’s head slightly, the wet sound of their lips parting filling the air as he drew away again. "Lucanis, I’m leaving. Tomorrow."

The younger man’s eyes snapped open at the words.

"What?"

"Yeah. I’ve got my own place now."

What?, Lucanis echoed in his mind.

"I’m leaving tomorrow."

[viagostalons]

waking up at 5:30 am because chronic pain

so anyway, Illario and Lucanis used to make out in the guest house

[onfigure8s]

we can be pirates

is this a safe space?

Title: we can be pirates Author: figure8s (me!) Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Pairing: Illario Dellamorte/Lucanis Dellamorte, minor Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook Genre: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort Rating: Mature Summary: 

“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to kiss someone, Lucanis?” — Illario Dellamorte, age 13

Lucanis and Illario: on growing up, losing their way, and finding their way back to each other.

Warnings: A LOT! Extreme Dubious Consent, Incest, Child Abuse, Abuse, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Dom/sub undertones, Hate Sex, Unsafe Sex, Implied Child Harassment, Implied Grooming, PTSD, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Threats of Rape/Non-con, Dubious Morality Word Count: 47,756 Chapters: 10/10

Read it here!

I'm trying to reclaim writing as a hobby and just wondered how Lucanis and Illario's codependent sibling relationship could become worse and this came to be lmao.

[azdesertwillow]

As much as I love writers using various Spanish and Italian pet names for Rookanis fics, I find it interesting that Lucanis doesn't actually use any in the game especially compared to, like, Emmrich; the contrast being strongest for their words of encouragement ("Wonderful, darling!" versus "Beautiful, Rook!").

I wonder if this is either due to the slow burn nature of the Rookanis romance and that he's just not gotten there yet—

Or if it's just not in his nature in general because of Illario. The first time we get to see an Antivan pet name used around him is The Wigmaker Job and it's Illario saying "caro mio" to a slave that he plans on killing in order to leave no witnesses. I wonder if Lucanis has seen Illario drop just about every pet name and term of endearment into the ears of unsuspecting marks. Knows that Illario does it to hide the fact that he's forgotten his latest fling's name. Lucanis has seen them all and now he finds them all insincere or tainted.

He calls you by your name because to him that's the most sincere form of affection and respect he can think of.

[rookamell]

And if I said Lucanis definitely thought Rook was dead? And if I said he gave up the second Solas appeared instead of Rook? And if I said the only thing keeping him alive those weeks Rook was gone was Spite and the thought that if he waited long enough for the others to get over this delusional idea that Rook was coming back he might just get a shot at Solas? Might just be able to die taking revenge for the love of his life? And if I said he refused to listen to the others telling him they weren't gone because if he allowed himself even a little bit of hope the pain if it wasn't true would be worse than what he could handle without going insane? And if I said he gave up because not giving up was more than he was capable of after everything he'd endured? If I said Rook was the only bright spot he had in his life and they got taken away? What then? What would happen if I said all that?

[lostiel]

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