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kazoosandfannypacks · 7 days

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👑 kingdom trap

This is one of my Cygnet Scholar (Hope Swan Jones/Gideon Gold) AUs, and it's set in the Enchanted Forest as a kind of "no curse au."

In this version, Hope grows up as a princess, the granddaughter of Snow White and Prince Charming. Snow and Charming only had one child, Emma, who also only had one child, Hope, and Hope has spent her entire life preparing to take the throne. However, by some magical miracle, Snow White has a child in her old age, and it's a son. By the laws of the kingdom, the throne that Hope has been preparing her entire life to inherit now falls to her infant uncle instead.

Rather than do something stupid like plan to assassinate a baby or whatever a twisted mind would do in one of these stories, she realizes there's more than one way to be a queen— all she has to do is find an eligible crown prince. Fortunately for Hope, there happens to be a prince who fits that description in the next kingdom over: Prince Gideon, the son of Queen Belle.

The only flaw in this plan: around the same time Emma married Hope's father, the once legendary and vengeance-seeking Captain Hook, Princess Belle of their neighboring kingdom married the elusive and nefarious Dark One. Although both have since reformed and claim to have mended their villainous ways, there's still a tense hatred between Captain Hook and his crocodile, and their two kingdoms have ceased all trade and forbidden all communication between themselves, at risk of a full fledged war breaking out between them.

But when Hope sets her mind to something, there's little anyone can do to stop her, and she sneaks out of her castle on a secret diplomatic mission: to win the heart of Prince Gideon and find a place to rule on the throne of her father's sworn enemy.

here's a little snippity snippity of it!

"What did you say your name was?" Gideon asked. "Hope," she said, then rolled her eyes a little, "Princess Hope. Of…." "Misthaven," Gideon finished when she hesitated, "I was unaware you were in attendance this evening." "And you are?" Hope asked, though he could tell she already knew. "Prince Gideon," he said, with as much regality as he could, "of, well, here." He shrugged and gestured to the castle behind them, and heard her laugh a little. "I guess someone's been studying interkingdom relations," she said. "And from what I've heard," Gideon crossed his arms, "Misthaveners haven't been welcome in this kingdom since your father took the throne." "Really?" Princess Hope asked, stepping closer to him with a coy smile, "because from what I've heard, you don't seem to care for the rivalry anyways." "Rivalry, or war?" Gideon asked. "It's hardly either," she said. "Regardless," he said, "if it's not war, entering that ballroom could still be the start of one. Why would you risk attendance at this ball?" "The same reason you don't seem to mind that you're running late for it," Hope said, "I'm taking my story into my own hands— and I need your help to do it."

WIP ask game!

#kazzy writes #cygnet scholar #hope swan jones #gideon gold #once upon a time #ouat #once upon a time season 7 #captain swan #rumbelle #au #kingdom trap #kazzy answers asks #kazzy's kazootuals #otp: maybe you need some normal friends

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stabby-apologist · 1 year

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Now in his castle, you understand that Prince Charming

And Bluebeard

...are the same man. So say you can live like this. Say you love him. Say thank you. Say anything but the truth. What if you can't love him back?

"Bluebeard's Castle"

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ace-of-spaders · 1 year

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They sleep out on the observation deck, huddled in the corner where they can watch the magnificent colors of FTL Destiny is rushing through but can't be seen - at least, right away - if someone walks in, perhaps, having come to the same conclusion they did, that the deck is the most suitable place for spending one's night.

They sleep sitting up, leaning against each other - both seeking and providing support at the same time - arms linked, wrapped in the blanket Chloe had the foresight to bring with her.

Chloe's head is pillowed on Rush's shoulder, her free hand holding onto his forearm as if he's the only thing that keeps her from drifting away - she nodded off first and the same nightmares that have been plaguing them both since their... stay at the blue aliens' ship must have tried to surface again because before long her breathing sped up and she clutched onto his arm with strength that might have actually left bruises, effectively drawing Nick's attention away from the calculations he'd been trying to work on. He watched her face contort with a grimace that was part confusion, part fear and - last but not least - pain and, though the very thought of those aliens terrified him out of his mind under any other circumstances, this time he just squeezed her hand lightly to let her know she was not alone and murmured into her hair, his voice tranquil on the surface but fierce with determination within: "It's alright. They're not gonna hurt you. I won't let them." Her features smoothed out then, no longer afraid, and with a sigh and a slight shift - an attempt to snuggle into his side even more than she already was - she finally fell into a deep and blissfully dreamless sleep.

Rush's temple is resting against the top of Chloe's head, his free hand still holding onto his notebook as he fell asleep, for the first time in forever ( if you count out the times he simply passed out because he'd been running on too little hours of sleep and too much stress - those could not be considered as healthy sleep he was in desperate need of by any stretch of imagination, no matter how stubborn the lead scientist was ), without noticing it - Chloe's warmth and weight against his side providing just enough comfort to soothe his overthinking mind and quench the nearly constant terror of falling again into the aliens' clutches so that he can rest.

They sleep, huddled under one blanket, leaning against supporting each other, their arms linked and hands intertwined, and for the first time in days, weeks, months - what feels like eternity, really - both Chloe and Rush sleep through the whole night, with no nightmares to terrorize them.

#stargate universe #sgu #dr nicholas rush #chloe armstrong #nicholas rush x chloe armstrong #my fics #my creations #I... I'm not sure where this came from?#I wasn't even particularly thinking about Nick and Chloe lately #( as all my thoughts have been alternatively consumed by Rumbelle and Lizzington )#even though they're my SGU OTP #but then I was struck with this mental image #and it was too precious not to share #and then once I started describing it this ficlet just wrote itself #anyway #I do hope I'm not the only one who thinks Rush and Chloe would make a good couple #( and I think the writers certainly thought about bringing them together around 'Space' and 'Divided' )#so enjoy)

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theteaisaddictive · 2 years

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wait wait wait oh my god belle just doing her little ‘rumplestiltsken’!!!! and he just stops because he knows!! and they embrace so tightly, you can feel the relief of them both — they finally say that they love each other. and they don’t need to kiss, not yet, because there’s work to do. and there’s time for everything. don’t fuckign touch me. season one. goddamn.

#rae watches ouat #the great ouat rewatch #fuck it RUMBELLE TAG TIME #otp: it’s just a cup

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boopsterliv · 2 years

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Hi, I’m new here, but I have a prompt for Rumbelle! Takes place in Season 2, this idea looks into Belle and how she deals with her trauma with being locked up and interacting with Regina. Worse, she tries not to let Rumple know how bad it all is.

(Ooooh! Welcome to the madness, I don't bite. The sharks might though :) Anyways, it has always bothered me how they never really addressed that in the show, but I could probably go on a rant about how much they hurt the Golds. I'm still mad about Neal. So, we’re going to use fanfiction to fix it! Fanfiction can fix literally any canon faux pas. The only reasoning I ever need is ‘because I said so’. Anyways, I’m rambling again, so have some lovely hurt-comfort! With my favorite pan disasters <3 Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38856489/chapters/101186409)

Belle was fine.

Really, she was. Why would anything be wrong? She had her freedom, she had her man, she had her library. She was fine. Rumple was busy looking for Baelfire. She couldn’t bear to stress him out more. He had his son to worry about. She was just his former housemaid.

She didn’t like naturally being this self-deprecating, but twenty-eight years reliving the same day in a small cell underground... It got to you. Twenty-eight years without an identity. Twenty-eight years only seeing one face every day, until the one day she was freed. What hurt even more was that it wasn’t a selfless act.

The man who freed her, Jefferson, just wanted to get back at Regina for not holding up her end of the bargain they made.

Belle was never the star of her own story. She was off on the side while everyone else was having their adventures. She was helpless little Belle, unable to protect herself from anything in the world. And maybe that’d make things easier for Rumple. Cora was still at large, Hook wanted his head, nothing was really going well at the moment.

Except their relationship, which seemed to be the only bright spot somedays. Especially when they were filled with seeing Regina at every turn. Sometimes she was really there waiting to cross the road or ordering a coffee at Granny’s. Sometimes she was a figment of Belle’s imagination, paranoia creeping up on her in unexpected moments.

But it was fine. Regina wouldn’t hurt her, not if she wanted to keep Henry around. And she had faith she couldn’t be evil. Rumple had said he was evil, and after meeting Cora, Belle changed her mind on what the definition of evil was. Regina was lost, not evil, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t dangerous or uncomfortable to be around.

Like today. Belle wanted to have some breakfast with her favorite person in the whole world. And Rumple needed to get out of that shop of his, so the two took the opportunity to get some food. After being introduced to Ruby’s pancakes, Belle wouldn’t be able to go back to normal bread ever again.

It had the regulars. David was getting a bite in the corner on the phone, keeping his voice down respectfully. He saw Belle and waved, and she waved back. She hadn’t expected her boyf... lover to take so easily to David, but the two were friends. She secretly found it a little funny. Whales was having his daily three cups of coffee (and trying to discreetly check out Ruby. Even if everyone in town knew about their relationship, he was still trying to be secretive), Archie was feeding little bites of his croissant to Pongo, and Ashley was animatedly talking to Granny about the baby.

“Belle? Darling?”

She looked back up at Rumple, who had that slightly concerned look on his face he got when worried about her. A crease in his forehead and a soft frown, with those way too emotional (and unfair) eyes filled with questions but asking none. Belle smiled despite herself. He was just too beautiful sometimes.

“Yes?”

“You’re thinking loudly.”

She laughed a little, and Rumple smiled in turn. “Just people-watching.”

He brought the coffee mug up to his lips and muttered, “Not much of a fan of people.”

“Trust me, Rumple, I know.” She grinned at him, moving to hold his hand. They knew each other, and Belle knew he was more into spinning gold than talking to other people. He didn’t mind her social nature, and she didn’t mind his introversion. They accepted each other, and she liked having that romance she always wanted when reading books.

Except theirs was better.

Except theirs was real.

“One coffee please. To-go.”

Her body turned ice cold at the sound of that voice. Belle was used to it at this point. Whenever she heard Regina, her heart would start pounding, and all the thoughts in her head would simply vanish. Everything in her body screamed ‘Run!’, and she bit her lip. She couldn’t run. That would worry Rumple, and from the look on his face he was already concerned. Belle plastered a smile on her face, even as Regina got her coffee and headed out.

Suddenly her pancakes seemed even more appetizing than before. They’d buy her a few seconds to think of what to do. She could play dumb, although he’d probably catch that since he knows her tells. Belle took a large drink of orange juice to wash down the food she had just stuffed into her mouth and exhaled loudly, forcing herself to smile a little more.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize how hu-?”

“Belle, are you okay?”

Her heart stopped for a second. She was hoping he’d wait until later to acknowledge it. But Belle knew her Rumple, and he wasn’t going to do anything until he made sure she was okay. She sighed. “It’s nothing.”

“If it’s bothering you, it’s not nothing.” He beckoned Ruby to come over. “Could we have the check?”

“Alright then. Need any boxes.”

“We’re good, thank you.”

As soon as she walked off, Belle felt his gaze back on her. Her cheeks reddened as he brought a hand up to cup her face. And Rumple wasn’t typically a physical person in public.

“Love, what’s going on?”

“It’s...” The tears were coming back. Belle was used to pushing them down. Crying in her padded white cell never helped her. But you’re free now. You don’t have to keep it in.

Ruby came back with the check and Rumple handed her his credit card. They had silently agreed to finish the conversation after paying, and in a minute, Ruby had come back, setting the card on the table and telling them to have a good day.

He was willing to wait until they got to the car before gently moving his hands to hold her forearms, and Belle felt bats flying rampant in her stomach.

“Belle, if there’s something wrong, you can tell me. I’d never get mad at you.”

“Rumple, I know you care.” She took a deep breath. “And right now, the last thing you probably need is me to worry over.”

“What do you-”

“Regina,” she interrupted, almost spitting the name out. “I spent so long in that cell... I spent so, so much time alone-”

Her screams echoed off the walls. She needed someone to tell her who she was, where she came from, if anyone cared. Why was she here? Did she hurt someone?

“-and she’d taunt me-”

“Aren’t you hungry?” The woman with dark eyes was at the door again. The only person she ever saw, considering how no one else would give her food. “I’m your friend, after all. Friendship has its own kind of love, and true love... is the strongest thing in this world.

“-and I would have weird dreams-”

She saw a million things in her dreams. She felt her body shatter to glass, she saw fire surround her. Some dreams she had been married in a field with a man who had a blurred face. In some of the dreams, said man was killing her.

“-and I just...” Belle felt the tears now, and Rumple had moved his arms to hold her as her heart hurt with the amount of emotion she was letting out. She was so used to keeping it down for his sake. “Every time I see her, or hear her, I panic. I feel so cold and like I might combust at the same time. I see her even when she’s not there too. She’s always looming nearby.”

“Love...” He brought a hand up to gently brush some of the tears away, and she let out a choked sob. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You’re looking for Baelfire. And Cora is still dangerous. Not to mention Hook... You’ve got enough problems without my pointless worries to thi-”

When he pressed a kiss to her lips, Belle let out a gasp, and didn’t get to say anything before he was pulling back and embracing her. She felt the tears come back. “Darling... Belle. Listen to me. I love you, and I love Bae. And I would never think of your worries as pointless. You mean so, so much to me. I would tear heaven and hell apart if it made you happy. I would scour the world for anything you could ever want with no regrets.”

Hearing that... hearing Rumple confess those things, when before he had been so scared of love, had her unconsciously hugged him tighter than he was hugging her (somehow) and dug her head into his shoulder. “I-I love you... I love you so much...”

“I love you too, my love.”

She felt emotionally raw, but there was also something lighter about her now. Belle felt the weights she didn’t know were on her chest lift a little. She (reluctantly) pulled back, bringing him down for a kiss just as chaste as the one he had given her a few moments ago. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner.” She opened her mouth to say that wasn’t his fault, but he just kept going. “And if anything is wrong, anything at all, you have all of my time and attention.”

“I promise to.” And so, she kissed him again, and he kissed her back, and everything was okay. Everything was better.

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abovethemists · 2 months

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Happy Skin Deep Day, guys! I can’t believe it’s been 12 years since rumbelle began. I wish I had it in me to contribute something to the celebrations, but I’m just trying to keep my head above water over here. Love to you all, and here’s to many more years of our OTP!

#rumbelle #skin deep day

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queenie-lexieee · 1 year

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Mr. Perfectly Fine

By Taylor Swift

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Mr. "Perfect face"

Mr. "Here to stay"

Mr. "Looked me in the eye and told me you would never go away"

Everything was right

Mr. "I've been waiting for you all my life"

Mr. "Every single day until the end, I will be by your side"

But that was when I got to know Mr. "Change of heart"

Mr. "Leaves me all alone, " I fall apart

It takes everything in me just to get up each day

But it's wonderful to see that you're okay

Hello Mr. "Perfectly fine"

How's your heart after breaking mine?

Mr. "Always at the right place at the right time, " baby

Hello Mr. "Casually cruel"

Mr. "Everything revolves around you"

I've been Miss "Misery" since your goodbye

And you're Mr. "Perfectly fine"

Mr. "Never told me why"

Mr. "Never had to see me cry"

Mr. "Insincere apology so he doesn't look like the bad guy"

He goes about his day

Forgets he ever even heard my name

Well, I thought you might be different than the rest

I guess you're all the same

'Cause I hear he's got his arm 'round a brand-new girl

I've been pickin' up my heart, he's been pickin' up her

And I never got past what you put me through

But it's wonderful to see that it never phased you

Hello Mr. "Perfectly fine"

How's your heart after breakin' mine?

Mr. "Always at the right place at the right time, " baby

Hello Mr. "Casually cruel"

Mr. "Everything revolves around you"

I've been Miss "Misery" since your goodbye

And you're Mr. "Perfectly fine"

So dignified in your well-pressed suit

So strategized, all the eyes on you

Sashay away to your seat

It's the best seat, in the best room

Oh, he's so smug, Mr. "Always wins"

So far above me in every sense

So far above feeling anything

And it's really such a shame

It's such a shame

'Cause I was Miss "Here to stay"

Now I'm Miss "Gonna be alright someday"

And someday maybe you'll miss me

But by then, you'll be Mr. "Too late"

Goodbye Mr. "Perfectly fine"

How's your heart after breakin' mine?

Mr. "Always at the right place at the right time, " baby

Goodbye Mr. "Casually cruel"

Mr. "Everything revolves around you"

I've been Miss "Misery" for the last time

And you're Mr. "Perfectly fine"

You're perfectly fine

Mr. "Look me in the eye and told me you would never go away"

You said you'd never go away.

#you know who you are #i hate you #i miss you #otp: rumbelle #rumbelle #rumplestiltskin #belle french #trash #my dear friend

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caracynthia · 2 months

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1.12 "SKIN DEEP" || FEBRUARY 12TH, 2012 HAPPY 12TH ANNIVERSARY!

#ouatedit #rumbelleedit #bellefrenchedit #rumplestiltskinedit #rumbelle #tv: once upon a time #ch: belle #ch: rumplestiltskin #ship: rumbelle #otp: something worth fighting for #***#type: new

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milaeryn · 1 year

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Fashion couple

I still can't get over the 3x10 outfits...

#rumbelle #rumplestiltskin #mr gold #belle french #robert carlyle #emilie de ravin #once upon a time #ouat #ouat season 3 #beauty and the beast #batb #this show ended in 3x11 for me lol #fan art #milaeryn #my power couple of this show #and my otp for life

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ace-cf-cups · 2 days

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You love Rumbelle? Golden Lace? Woven Beauty? Woven Lace?

You want to express that love in creative form?

You are competetive?

An experienced writer?

Or someone who never wrote fanfics but would love to try, especially for your OTP, with a bonus of complete anonymity helping you overcome the fear of failure or being judged by others?

You find writing 1000-1500 words oneshots the most comfortable / fun / etc?

You usually write long multi-chap things but would love to try writing something shorter?

You don't have the spoons for writing long multi-chap things but are itching to write?

You want to write but don't have a starting point and need some prompts?

Trust me, you won't regret it 😉

*approved by the sexiest bastard and boss bitch of the show, among other people)

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somethingcleverbutinswedish · 2 years

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Missing One Another.

He was a weak man after all. A weak beast, he should say.

It hadn't been long since Regina dropped by with news of her - Belle's - tragic end, of course with a cruel grin on her lips, but it had been long enough for him to stop his nonsensical crying. That, of course, didn't mean he was finished mourning.

The day Belle had left, Rumpelstiltskin had barred the doors to her room shut with chairs and tables in a feeble attempt at keeping himself away, and he'd spun day in and day out to just forget; forget where he'd put the mementos that reminded him of her (save for the cup he couldn't stop himself from displaying), forget how she'd thrown herself from a tower - forget her.

And then he'd see the enchanted rose - her ex-fiancé - and it all came tumbling back to him.

He stepped slowly closer to the rose, taking it into his hands. When he looked at it, he saw not the knight he'd cursed, but the flower she'd so gratefully accepted from him, and so delicately tended to.

"I should probably disenchant this," he mumbled to himself, barely even above a whisper. He hadn't felt chipper since the bad news came, and at this time, he doubted he ever would again.

He turned his head suddenly towards the windows as the orange sun peered at him. He couldn't bring himself to covering the damned windows even with her gone - "it's almost spring, we should let some light in" she'd said, by now long ago, and since then spring had passed, returned, and then gone once more, but still he couldn't shut the drapes.

Turning back to the rose in his hands, Rumpelstiltskin swallowed the emotion building in this throat as if it was bile.

"She's not coming back this time."

Rather than making the rose a man once more, he simply placed it on the table as he went back to his spinning wheel.

---------------------------------------------------

"Belle? Are you alright?" Asked Philip as Mulan poked her sword into the bonfire.

Belle, who had been staring into the flames for a solid five minutes, gave only a low hum in response.

Mulan sighed - "Belle, I appreciate that you're still with me - with us - but... you haven't been yourself lately. Not since you found..." She trailed off, eyes shifting to the holster at the bookworm's side.

Belle sighed, feeling Mulan's eyes shift, and protectively laid a hand on the shielded weapon.

"It's not cursed if that's what you're thinking." She swallowed. "Well, at least not in that way." With a heavy heart, she looked down at the hidden blade, working her jaw as she thought.

One one hand she could tell them - she trusted these people, and they were worried about her; they deserved to know what kept her so... on-guard.

On the other hand, what she had in her possession was powerful and dangerous; while she trusted them, the fact remained that Rumpelstiltskin was a powerful immortal being - one that could only be defeated in one way. Who's to say they wouldn't use it if they knew? Who's to say they'd be wrong to do so?

She managed a smile. "Truth is that it reminds me of... someone I lost. Someone I didn't really get to bid a proper farewell to."

"And this is someone you... won't see again?" Philip asked with a low, pitiful voice.

Belle's lips tightened into a thin line, but she nodded.

"Most likely."

Mulan and Philip exchanged a look, and if she didn't know better, Belle would have thought they smiled at one another.

Mulan rose, stretching her arms above her head. "I should get hunting for provisions - if we're continuing our trek tomorrow we need to refill our bags."

Philip rose as well, avoiding her eyes in an unsuccessful attempt at not smiling. "Right, and I should look for more firewood. While we're away, Belle, you could - I don't know - read. Or pack. Or empty your heart and soul in a heartfelt farewell to whoever it is weighs down your heart- ow!"

Mulan hit his arm, giving him a stern look, but set off without another word. Philip shot her a sheepish smile before following.

As she was left alone by the fire, Belle let out a heavy sigh.

A moment passed.

And another.

She did ultimately unsheath the dagger, reading his tongue-twister name etched into the metal.

"I'm sorry, Rumple." She said softly, rising to her feet. "This is for the best - if your enemies find this, you're done for. I can't have that."

The lake wasn't that far away, but it was so dark she knew no one would ever find the dagger. With trembling hands and tears in her eyes, Belle held it up to her face, carefully pressing her lips to the cool steel.

"Stay safe, Rumpelstiltskin."

She threw it with all her might, and it sunk into the deep, hopefully never to be found again.

She didn't feel happier as she walked away, but she felt lighter; the burden of the dagger was off her shoulders.

She'd severed the tether.

(Yeah that was a half-assed explanation of my idea of the piece)

#once upon a time #once #ouat #belle #belle french #belle gold #lacey #lacey french #rumbelle #rumpelstiltskin #ouat rumple #mr gold #belle x rumple #emilie de ravin #robert carlyle #true love #ship #otp

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