#I wasn't sure where to put the sleeping beauty trio sorry

[rou-luxe]

alfons really said all of the above

[larkace]

Robber Claws

hi guys! i've read a bunch of your fics and got inspired so i wrote a thing! enjoy ;) also, it's pretty long so...buckle up! love yall <3

The criminals lurk in the mist, invisible, but Sofiya Pavlichenkov knows they’re there.

She’s perched in the Lookout’s nest of her Warship in Fourth Harbour, pretending to read the documents her first mate, Kastor, has just handed to her. But her blue coat is flapping in the wind and her papers keep jostling and she’s being watched, all of which is rather uncomfortable.

Idly, Sofiya wonders what the criminals might want. A smuggling, perhaps? Out and away from stinking, crawling, loathsome Ketterdam?

Sofiya hates this city. His city. She misses Ravka, her homeland- the Little Palace.

I miss my bloody Kefta, Sofiya thinks darkly as another bought of wind spirals harshly through the Harbour. The blue coat she wears is a subtle nod to her Tidemaker status, but it’s a sad, thin piece of cloth compared to the grandeur of the Fabrikator-made Keftas. But Sofiya can’t wear her Kefta, not if she wants to blend in in Kerch- a lesson she learned long ago…

Old enemies, Sofiya. Old enemies, but not withered grudges.

Huffing out a sigh that would make Zoya Nazyalensky proud, Sofiya rises gracefully to her feet.

They’re coming. She can feel it; they’re making their way towards the ship. They don’t have to be rowdy to intimidate, that’s for sure - or to make a crowd of Merchants and Thieves part like the sea almost immediately.

Sofiya reaches up behind her head and loops her hand around a piece of knotted rope; takes a deep, steadying breath.

And she steps off the platform into the open air.

For a moment, she catches on the air as if a Squaller has caught her on a buffering breeze, but sure enough, gravity kicks in.

Sofiya welcomes the feeling of her stomach in her throat as the fall takes hold, zipping her past the sails. It's good preparation, anyway, for the three dark figures moving up the docks towards her.

As they near and Sofiya lands lightly on the deck, she confirms what she already knew: these were criminals. Her criminals.

The trio stops in front of her. They're all wearing black and gold - not a uniform exactly, but it’s a solid way to show your allegiance. None of their hands were visible, but if they were, Sofiya would find the Robber Claws emblem branded cleanly onto the backs of their knuckles. Their hoods are drawn up over their faces, but Sofiya can tell from their posture who she’s dealing with.

"Ah, Iseut," Sofiya says serenely, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

The girl in the middle pulls down her hood, revealing shining blond hair, dark eyes, full lips. She doesn’t smile.

"Where have you been, Sofiya?" Iseut asks coolly.

"The Wandering Isle," Sofiya answers immediately, "I stopped at Os Kervo on my return to pick up some supplies. I'm only three days late, Is. Cut me some slack."

Iseut sighs, and suddenly looks less the badass, fake-waitress man-killer, and more the tired mother of a delinquent child. Sofiya feels a flicker of guilt.

She had stopped at Os Kervo for more than one reason. The "supplies" were crates upon crates of commandeered Fjerdan weapons and traps, intercepted by the First Army on their way to the Front Line. Sofiya had paid nothing to take them off the hands of the Ravkan soldiers, who honestly had no clue where to send them. What good were jerky Fjerdan guns to a sophisticated, well-oiled Second Army legion?

Sofiya could picture Zoya's face at the sight of the sad little weapons. Disgust and disdain, unshakable beauty - and perhaps just a little bit of pride that her friend had been the one to collect the Fjerdan cargo. Sofiya would work on selling it all later. She'd dump the Grisha traps in the ocean, though. Drown them like they deserved to be drowned.

"I am sorry, Iseut," Sofiya says, and her words aren’t mistruths.

"Don't apologise to me," Iseut says dismissively, "It’s your friends that were barely able to sleep the past few nights. You should talk to -"

"Destry," Sofiya's words mist the air like a fine rain, "I know."

One of the tall figures stood behind Iseut lowers her own hood. Lyra. Ly.

It made sense that the Robber Claws would send their best Bruisers to Fourth Harbour. Sofiya knew by the other Robber's posture that beneath the hood, she would find the face of Winter. But Winter wouldn't lower her hood in front of so many people, so Sofiya was content with what she could get.

"You really had Destry worried, Sof," Ly says, chastising.

"Destry can handle me being gone for weeks on end," Sofiya crosses her arms. She will not be guilt-tripped, "This job was half a week, and I was only a few days off schedule. I did tell Cherry that I'd be late." The words come out as a question.

None of them say anything.

Another flash of worry courses through Sofiya. Cherry Vlasova is a Heartrender, and one of Sofiya's closest friends. The message that Sofiya had forwarded was simple and concise: I'll be a few days late. Stopping at Os Kervo. Don't worry, no Fjerdans. Tell Destry -S.P

Had something happened to Cherry? She was an avid gossiper; her post box was always full of tip-offs (a useful source of information for the Robber Claws) but Sofiya was reliably informed that her letters were always placed on the top of the pile. Marked "URGENT."

"What happened? Is Cherry alright?" Sofiya demands.

Iseut holds up her palms, and they are callused and grease-marked. Sometimes Iseut is so well put together that Sofiya forgets she's a barmaid.

"Cherry is fine. But all our Grisha are shaken. Whilst you were away, there was an attack on the East Stave."

Sofiya's heart stops and restarts and stops again.

An attack. On the Grisha. And she wasn’t there to - to help, to defend-

"Destry," Sofiya breathes, "And Cherry - and Adali, Roza, Linnea, Yan, Anya- oh, Saints, was it the Fjerdans?"

There are many Grisha members of the Robber Claws. It was one of the reasons that Sofiya wanted to join them in the first place. If the Fjerdans had attacked -

"Everybody is fine," Ly says lowly, "We had Freya and May fixing people up as soon as we heard- and Lita, of course, but behind the scenes."

Freya and May- and even Lita, whose powers most of the gang didn't even know of. Grisha Healers. So people had been hurt.

"What. Happened." Sofiya growls, and Ly glares at her challengingly, fists clenching. The water beneath the decking froths and bubbles as Sofiya brings her own fists together, power surging pleasantly up her arms. If Ly wants a fight, she can have one.

"Calm down, both of you," Winter's smooth voice projects from under her hood. Despite the heavy fabric, her voice is clear and commanding. Sofiya takes a breath to compose herself.

"To answer your previous question: no. It wasn't the Fjerdans." Iseut says, "We don’t know what they were."

Sofiya's brow creases at the chime of fear in Iseut's voice. She's never seen the golden-haired barmaid afraid before.

It begins to rain softly, the pattering of droplets quiet against the wooden decking of the docks.

"We should go back to the Queen’s Head, Iseut," Ly suggests, referencing Iseut’s place of work. Iseut nods once, swiftly, and glances over Sofiya's shoulder at her warship.

"Do you need to...?"

"Yes."

"Go on, then."

"KASTOR! IM GOING FOR A ROUND OF DAY-DRINKING!" Sofiya yells over the shoulder of her rain-splattered coat. She hears Ly chuckle as Kastor's scruffy head pokes out from a window.

He nods at Sofiya when he spots her, and she waves, assenting. Kastor would keep everything safe whilst she was gone. It was their unspoken agreement, unchanging and unwavering since the day they'd become crewmates.

Sofiya turns back to Iseut, Ly and Winter.

"Let's be on our way," she says, and lets her fellow criminals lead the way along the Harbour, her warship disappearing into the mist behind her.

~~~~

The mid-day slump of customers meant that the Robber Claws had the Queen’s Head pub all to themselves.

Iseut- who did not own the pub, but had put more work into it than the real owners ever did- had immediately trekked behind the bar and poured herself a whisky.

"Want anything?" She asks, directing the question directly at Sofiya despite the equal presence of Ly- and Winter (who had lowered her hood slightly now that she was back on familiar ground, with familiar faces.) Bruisers didn’t drink on the job. It slowed reflexes.

"The story," says Sofiya firmly, "It a joke about the day-drinking. What happened?"

Iseut pours herself another whiskey and the quartet take a seat at a shady little circular table in a quiet corner. The murmurs of other Robber Claws members is enough to shelter their conversation from the group- despite Sofiya being sure she was the only one unaware of what had transpired the days she’d been gone.

As Iseut begins her story, with Winter and Ly regularly interjecting with additions, Sofiya feels horror and fear clamp down on her heart like a Fjerdan Grisha trap.

Iseut’s alluring voice weaves a tale of Komedie Brute actors in bloody masks, rose-painted rubble from an impossible explosion, and worst of all: Grisha. Dead Grisha, killed by creatures with screeching metal wings.

“Only a few of our Grisha were hurt,” Iseut sips her drink solemnly, “We took your advice of keeping them anonymous and undercover. We have Erin and our other spies out searching for answers at the embassies. I’m sure you’re just as eager to find out about the winged creatures as we are.”

Sofiya nods, “I am. Thank you for filling me in, Is, really. And to you, Ly, Winter. I know you don’t like going to far from the West Stave.”

The last comment was directed purely at Winter. It’s not a lie. Winter runs a dojo for training Kerch’s women to protect themselves from Barrel bosses and scum alike; she didn’t want her clients finding out about her… Robber side. Being a criminal wasn’t the most unintimidating, friendly persona to have when speaking with vulnerable women.

Sofiya respected Winter and her clean profession. It was hard to be so kind in the Barrel. And men were rarely kind to women at all.

Sofiya knew that first hand.

Shoving away the memories- blue eyes, dark hair, gorgeous smile, charming words and sharper wounds- Sofiya stands in one fluid movement.

“I’m going to find Destry,” she says. Iseut stands, Ly and Winter falling back to flank her again, and smiles. She’s beautiful, that is undoubtful, but the attacks- the sleazy men at the Queen’s Head, the strain of the city- it’s all gotten to her. Sofiya can see it.

This city is poison, thinks Sofiya as Iseut takes her hand and shakes it. Poison and rot.

“Destry will be in her rooms,” Ly supplies, and Sofiya nods at her once.

Sofiya grins brightly, hoping it covers her own weariness, and recites, “Fair winds.”

“Bright stars,” chorus her friends. Sofiya waves over her shoulder as she slips out of the bar and down an alley. Above her, a storm brews in the clouds.

Perhaps the stars would be out that night. It didn’t matter. Nobody in Kerch saw the stars anymore.

~~~~

On her way to Destry’s apartments, Sofiya ran into more members of the Robber Claws.

Malcolm and Firefly, who lived together in shared housing in the Anvil, were shopping for new blacksmiths’ equipment. They each provided invaluable services to the Robber Claws, crafting flawless weapons second only to that of Fabrikators. They greeted her with a wink each. Sofiya moved on swiftly after trading them a Wandering Isle-crafted staff for twenty Kruge.

She picked up some baked goods on the way. She would need them. Destry- who had been her closest friend since she arrived in Kerch- was an Inferni. Fire-bringer; with an even fierier temperament. Rumour had it- and Sofiya knew the rumours were true- that Destry had been attending the University of Ketterdam when she’d heard a boy make a lude comment during an exam and lit the paper on fire with her mind. And that paper had been thrown. At the boy’s face. Ouch.

Sofiya had been nursing a whiskey in a tavern when she’d first heard the story recounted. She’d leapt up from her seat, slithered into an alley and held the recounter at knifepoint until he’d told her Destry’s name.

They’d become fast friends upon meeting. Sofiya had been in awe of someone so rebellious, so brave as to set fire to an exam paper, and Destry- well. Destry had laughed for hours when Sofiya had told her how she’d first come across her name.

But now, staring up at the ornate windows of Destry’s apartment, Sofiya feels unsure. She didn’t mean to worry her friend. Iseut had explained that her letter must have gotten lost during the riots. Sofiya cursed the post offices. So there was a deadly storm- your motto is still “We always deliver.”

Despite her trepidation, Sofiya’s feet were swift on the stairs. She had a key to the apartment, and didn’t hesitate to unlock the door and slip inside without a sound, content to watch Destry whilst she worked; even if only for a moment.

Leaning against the wall, Sofiya’s brow creases as she surveys her friend. Destry’s hair is plaited carefully into two loops at the nape of her neck, hazel strands freeing themselves gently against her light brown skin. She’s stood facing away from Sofiya, arms circled in rings of fire. The shirt she wears is Fabrikator-made; the flames don’t take to the papery material.

Sofiya takes a step forward, and pointedly drops her bag of confectionary on the floor. It lands with an audible thump.

Destry whirls, the fire at her wrists whirling into an inferno ready to strike- until Destry sees who is at her door.

“Shouldn’t have hesitated, Des,” Sofiya said weakly, “I could have put a knife in your back.”

The shock on Destry’s face dissolves. Her face splinters down the middle. Licks of fire at her fingertips wilt into ash in a pile at her boot-clad feet.

“You would have put out the flames with your water, I’m sure,” Destry says, and then flies across the room towards Sofiya, wrapping her in a tight, smoke-smelling embrace.

Sofiya would normally pull back. “Don’t be too open with your heart, Des,” she’d say, “People use your loves against you here.” But Sofiya couldn’t bring herself to say those things. The weight of the week comes crashing down on her head like a tsunami.

Fjerdan traps on my boat, attacks on my gang, tensions in Ravka boiling over… where’s safe anymore, except here?

Destry pulls back slightly to scan Sofiya’s face. She has a smear of oil on her cheek. Destry’s eyes are filled with fire, burning like an ember beneath onyx waters.

“Where. Have. You. Been.”

“Destry-”

“Don’t you make excuses with me, Pavlichenkov,” Destry snarls, “You didn’t warn us you were late! I couldn’t sleep- neither could Cherry!”

“I-”

“We thought you’d been caught, Sofi,” Destry cries, “We thought the Fjerdans had got you! I thought you died.”

The word is ugly and big in the room, choking Sofiya’s response. Death. Dying. Dead. And by Fjerdan hands. It wasn’t so rare for travelling Grisha to be caught and sent to the pyres.

“I’m sorry,” Sofiya says, because it’s the only thing there is, “I wrote- I really did, don’t look at me like that- according to Lyra, there was a storm in the True Sea. The letter sunk with the ship.”

“You’re a Tidemaker,” Destry huffs.

“Yes, which means I manipulate water,” Sofiya says, “Not stop it from overturning ships with important letters on them. Destry, I’m sorry. I brought waffles.” She offers the last sentence like a defendant on trial with the Stadwatch; one final piece of evidence to prove her innocence.

Destry brightens immediately, “Well, in that case.”

The pair of them set to work, shoulders just brushing in the cramped kitchenette. Sofiya’s array of pasties are laid out over two plates, which they lay on their laps. Destry’s job for the Robber Claws is, in few words, that of the logician. Papers are scattered all over her apartment, covered in detailed blueprints and scale drawings of buildings all over Ketterdam, Fjerda and even- rarely- Shu Han. There were no drawings of Ravka.

If Iseut had ever commissioned a robbery in Ravka, Sofiya didn’t know about it. It would be…unwise to hit out at the Ravkans, with so many Grisha in the gang.

But Destry’s job was essential, so Sofiya couldn’t complain about the lack of trays to put their plates on. Such things were useless for such an incredible mind as Destry’s.

“So,” says Destry conversationally as she lights the fireplace with a casual flick of her wrist, “How were the Wandering Isles?”

Sofiya says nothing, massaging her temples lightly. Destry manages a laugh.

“Your silence is telling, Sofi,” she warns.

Sighing quietly, suddenly feeling very tired, Sofiya says, “It was crawling with our Fjerdan friends from the North. ‘Peaceful’ Fjerdans.”

Destry spins, and she is outlined with the fire. We’re opposites, Sofiya thinks. Fire and Water.

“You didn’t-” Destry begins, horrified.

Silently, solemnly, Sofiya raised her palms to face the ceiling. Destry reaches out.

Her gentle fingers trace the scars there. Deep and painful and barely healed, the scars run red against Sofiya’s pale flesh.

“Sofiya…” Destry breathes.

“It was the only way to push my power down,” Sofiya whispers. She’s rarely so emotive, but Destry is someone she trusts with everything. It was a weakness, some would say, but they were each powerful Grisha. They were Gods in a world of men. And they would not kneel “If I hadn’t, I would’ve been caught. It was a price to pay.”

Grisha shone like lighthouses around people. In Kerch, in Ketterdam, it was safer for them- especially ones loyal to a gang, as Destry and Sofiya were. But in the Wandering Isles; where Fjerdans passed through on their way to Novyi Zem, where gang affiliations mattered less than the colour of your eyes… Sofiya tells herself she had no choice.

“Sofiya, you’ve opened up old wounds here,” Destry says, tracing the marred skin of her palms again, “You need a healer. Freya, Lita, May-”

“Wouldn’t understand,” Sofiya finished, pulling her hands out of Destry’s and placing them carefully in her lap, obscuring them with her coat, “They’re healers, Des, not warriors- they’d go to Iseut.”

Iseut. Their unofficial leader, the founder, the lighthouse in raging seas. All of the Robber Claws seemed to be caught in her gravity. She was their sun. And Sofiya… well, Sofiya was the moon. Iseut would send her to a healer, one who would stop her travels. One who would commandeer her Warship, and Kastor… health of the mind was important to Iseut.

But Sofiya was not damaged, as they would tell her. She was not broken. Her mind was sound.

I did what I had to do, to survive.

But Destry can see through it all. Through the mask, through her eyes, right to her bones. Through to her lying, treacherous heart. We’re all broken in the end.

But.

Oh, Destry, Destry, please…

“I won’t tell her,” Destry promises, “But I’d like you to know that I think you should. Tell her, that is- Iseut. She might help.”

“She might ship me back to Ravka,” Sofiya grumbles, biting into a toasty croissant.

“Oh, she wouldn’t.”

“You never know.”

“She’ll want you to heal, that’s all.”

“Yes,” Sofiya rolls her eyes, “But these wounds are of the flesh. The scars on my heart will never heal, not in this life Perhaps there will be mercy in the next, even for my rotten soul.”

“You sound like you’re auditioning for the Komedie Brute,” Destry laughs.

“Mother, Father, pay the rent!” Sofiya crows.

“I can’t my dear, the money’s spent,” Destry choruses instinctively.

Sofiya wipes away an invisible tear, “Gorgeous! We’ll make an actress out of you, yet, Destry Clements.”

“Oh, you most certainly will not,” Destry huffs.

Their laughter fills the air, and Sofiya thinks that maybe there is hope for her rotten soul, after all.

~~~~

The man returns late from the pub wearing only one shoe.

A bottle drained halfway of mauve liquid dangles limply from his pale fingers. The veins in his foot are blue in the half-moon’s light.

He slurs a broken melody. She catches a few words as he passes below her on the street.

“Hmm… perish… light… air… fire… hell… hmmm…”

The man’s name is Danyl Harrop. And he is going to die tonight.

“Hmm… shadow… devil… rot… earth… sun… burn… lose….”

Harrop continues down the road, heedless of the mud on his bare foot. He'd be blackout drunk in the morning if he survived.

He wouldn’t.

Silent as a breeze, steps as soft as downy feathers, she leaps from the streetlight where she was perched.

She strikes.

She is ash and shadow. She is a storm of fire. She is vengeance.

She is death.

Harrop yelps as she pins him against the tree. His face is as white as the moon, with eyes like black craters.

“What’re you doi-” he slurs dazedly, but she silences him with a wave of her hand. He blubbers like a fish on land as he tries to shout for help.

“For King and Country,” says the girl. Stepping away from Harrop, she lets her power hold him against the tree, keeping his muscles upright. She surveys him like an artist would their unfinished masterpiece.

The girl whispers, “Sleep tight, Danyl.”

Flicking her wrist, she snaps his neck. He’s still alive, barely, so she latches on to what little of his mind there is left and strips it like an onion. For a man who is out so late, so drunk, on what the girl remembers as a work-day, he knows too much.

Secrets. They feed this girl, nourish her. There is a skip in her step as she turns away from Harrop; without her supporting his muscles, he collapses against the tree. She leaves his mind just as it goes dark.

There is no need to hide in the treetops upon her return to the city. It gleams just half a mile away, most of which is roiling seawater. As the girl wanders along the road back to Ketterdam, she finds Danyl Harrop’s shoe in a puddle of mud. The girl laughs at the sky. She flips a coin into the shoe, whispers a heartless prayer to her Saints, and moves on.

Back to Ketterdam. Back home.

~~~~

Ok, so that's that! I left it on a bit of a cliffhanger... I may have created a whole plot... so there might be some more coming soon!

all these excellent characters (save Sofiya, Danyl, Kastor and the girl at the end who kills Danyl- who has no name... yet *wink*) belong to the following:

Iseut is @littlegirldorothea's

Destry is @finnick-annie's (I may have made them besties👀👀)

Cherry is @brekkercookie's (they are ALSO besties👀👀 we have a trio omg)

Winter is @cressjacquine's

Lyra is @no-mourners-at-my-funeral's

Malcom is @blackpheonix’s

Firefly is @ask-shadowbon’s

Erin is @lightningboytytonjesper’s

Adali is @apple-bottom-jeansx’s

Roza is @vampire-rights’s

Linnea is @alonlyfangirl's

Yan is @lucentcorrigan’s

Anya is @queenlilith43’s

Freya is @smol-evil-gremlin’s

Lita is @the-whispers-of-moonlight’s

May is @saltyfortunes

and the "Fair winds, bright stars" motto as created by @spicy-tomato-sauce's

oh and the whole Grishaverse is the wonderful @lbardugo's <3

if I missed anyone or you want to tag anyone go ahead!

[kumakuma-chi]

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it. I have decided that I'd just do some Christmas scenarios/hc's(?) for all of the dorms, some of them will be short scenarios/hc's as well so I apologise in advance.

Fluff ☁

Warning(s): None

Platonic relationship

Gender-neutral reader!

A/N: sorry if this is a bit rushed, I wanted to try and finish this before Christmas night so I didn't have the best ideas for it as some of them are repeatedly the same for some dorms.

• It's that time of year where family and friends gather around and do fun activities. Yourself and Grim hanged out at the Heartslabyul dormitory since neither of you is wanting to stay in the filthy dorm that was given as shelter to you by the oh-so gracious Crowley.

• While spending your time at the Heartslabyul dorm, you had also gotten them some Santa hats or reindeer headbands just so you could get a little laugh of it, though you had to emit they did look cute in them.

• Riddle, Trey and yourself were in the kitchen, baking some sweets and Riddles favourite, strawberry tarts. You also had to make sure that Trey wasn't tricking you into putting oyster sauce in any of the foods.

• In the end, yourself, Grim and the others had a great time, laughter, games, chatting and many more. Though by the time it turns night at the dorm your already tired, finding a nearby couch in the lounge room you sit down with Grim on your lap, soon your eyes start to close and soon before you knew it, you were asleep along with Grim, snuggled up to you.

• The others couldn't seem to find you until Ace saw you soundly asleep on the couch in the lounge room. Deuce, looking at your sleeping figure, thought that you might have been cold so he took off his blazer and placed it on your shoulders soon sitting on the right side of you and (a jealous Ace) Ace sitting on your left.

• Soon they started to fell a little sleepy themselves and fell asleep with both of the boys leaning their head on your shoulder for support. Cater, Riddle and Trey were passing by when they saw the scene, Cater giggling while getting his phone out to take a picture and the other two chuckling to themselves.

• Of course, Leona declined at first since he was too lazy to be spending Christmas when he could just be sleeping all day long on a comfy couch or bed. It took some time to convince him to join you, Ruggie and Jack seem to not mind the idea about it some it would be nice to spend some time off of chores and stuff.

• Leona soon agreed to it only if you would shut up and stop irritating him, aggressively nodding Leona let a deep sigh from his throat though he had a small smirk plastered onto his face.

• You had made some Santa hat's at home with some holes in them so that they could stick their ears through them so it wouldn't be irritating. When you told them to put them on they obliged, you quickly took a picture of all three of them as they blushed.

• You all went to the lounge at night since it was more fitting and that none of the other students could disrupt any of you's. You've always wondered what their tails and ear would feel like, you first asked Jack at first he was going no but since you did ask he lets you pat it.

• You both sat down as you gently pet his wolf ears and tail, they were soft and fluffly, his tail could literally work as a pillow. Jack would try to keep a straight face as he folds his arms, acting as if he doesn't care but his little blush and his wagging tail says otherwise.

• You had then went to Ruggie, Ruggie happily lets you pet his hyena ears as he lays down on your lap facing upwards so you could pet both of the ears at the same time if wanting to but for him, it was just so he could get a glance at you as je closes his eyes, enjoying the touch of you petting them.

• You saw Leona laying down and eyes closed, you already knew for a fact that he wouldn't let you touch them plus he looked like he was having a peaceful nap and you didn't want to disturb his nap anyway since he would just wake up all grumpy.

• Leona could feel like someone was watching him, opening one eye he spots you staring at him, sighing he tells you to come closer to him. He knows what you want from him since you would always be bothering him about it. "I'll only let you this once, got it herbivore?" he said.

• You nod, understanding as you gently started to pet them, Leona had shut his eyes heaving a sigh, he couldn't deny it but it felt nice.

• Since it was Christmas, the Octavinelle trio wanted to change some of the foods on the menu for the Monstro lounge and you were there with them helping then with getting the ingredients for them or by letting you mix the mixture.

• It was fun with them around, decorating the Monstro lounge with tinsel or streamers hanging around. And if you couldn't reach a certain place then no problem! Politely ask Jade or Floyd for their help since their tall and they'll gladly be of assistance.

• Jade would put his hands on your waist and lift you up and gently put you down again before going back to what he was doing. Floyd will crouch down for you to get on his back and stand up, wrapping his hands around your thigh for support so you wouldn't fall, he will place you down, hugging you and smile at you before continuing with what he was doing.

• If you couldn't figure out how to do a recipe then you can ask Azul for help, he will be beside you telling what to do next or what would the next step be. He will let you do the mixing while he would pour in the needed ingredients. When finishing the food he will compliment you about how well you did, giving a small smile and returning to his contracts once again.

• In the end, all of you were worked up by serving the customers or by having to deal with more students wanting to make a contract with Azul. When night time rolls around you are all pilled together, legs entangled and arms wrapped around the waist or holding your hand.

• Spending Christmas with Kalim and Jamil had to the best, sure, Jamil may always keep a straight face and seem like he didn't care but as long as you and Kalim are having fun then he doesn't seem to mind as much.

• At some point of the day you three would go flying on Kalim's rug around the dorm, at first you were a bit scared to go on it thoughts like "what happens if I fall off?" or "is it safe for me?" would come into mind. Jamil noticed your uneasiness and calms you down by making sure that you won't fall off and if you were to he would catch you.

• After hearing his reassuring words you calmed down, knowing that he would make sure that none of those things will happen. When it was time to go rug flying you shut your eyes tight soon you opened one of them slowly getting used to the idea of your high in the sky.

• It was beautiful, you could see everything from above and everything below you looked like ants. When the ride ends the three of you have dinner together, laughter and stories were told.

• At night, you were all telling each other scary stories though Jamil didn't seem scared as much. He had also let you play with his hair, it was long and silky. Kalim may not have long hair but he wanted to join in so he sat behind you and just randomly started to play with it.

• Spending time with Vil, Rook and Epel was quite hectic you could say but you didn't seem to mind it, at least you weren't spending Christmas all alone.

• During the stay in the Pomefiore dormitory Vil had put some makeup on you since he wanted to test how it would look like on you and by the end of that, he said that you looked quite beautiful with it. Grim giggled a bit as you turned your head to him and gave him a death stare which immediately shut him up.

• You always wanted to learn how to use a bow and arrow so what's a better way than asking Rook himself! He was happy that you had asked him to teach you, you would use trees as a target to an apple. Rook would stand behind you placing his hands on yours, correcting how the bow should be held or by lifting your arms a bit so you wouldn't miss the target.

• You and Epel were just hanging around the Pomefiore dorm, you guys talked about school-related stuff and about what your homeland was like since Epel was curious where you lived and what your world looked like. You had also asked Epel if you could play with his hair while talking, he blushed and slowly nodded while you sat behind him and just started to run your fingers through his hair.

• His hair was soft and wavy. If felt nice that you could just fall asleep in it as it acts as a pillow.

• Spending time with Idia and Ortho was better than expected, sure, Idia was too caught up in his gaming to pay attention to you and Ortho. But in the end, you had used your 'puppy eyes' in trying to get him to stop and it worked.

• Before even coming to the Dorm, you had prepared some food for Idia and yourself since Ortho wasn't exactly a human but he didn't seem to mind, he still joined the both of you's starting some conversations.

• Though, you did soon get interested in some of the games the Idia would play so you asked him if you could watch him, he blushed at first but did let you watch him, though not knowing about it you were pretty close to him while watching and his face was bright red.

• Night time soon rolled in and Idia was going to take a shower so he could change into different clothes, you didn't mind and let him do it though, while he was taking a shower you had noticed that he had left his jumper on his bed, curious, you slipped the large jumper onto yourself, the sleeves dripping from your arms and covers up just about knee-length.

• His jumper was comfortable and soft that you fell asleep in it on his bed. When Idia came back and saw you wearing his jumper his face was red once again and the tip of his hair became pink. He slipped into his bed, sitting up straight, Ortho came into the room, Idia patted his leg saying that he could lay on his lap as well. Ortho happily did so now Idia was watching the both of you's sleeping on his lap, smiling to himself.

• At least this time Malleus was invited, well it was only going to be you, Malleus, Lilia and Silver. You did try to get Sebek to join but of course, he denied since he thought it was a pretty useless holiday that humans would celebrate but after knowing that Malleus was joining in he immediately joined in.

• Lilia kept telling stories to you about Malleus and Silver when they were young while you two were hanging little decorations here and there. Majority of the ones he told were embarrassing yet funny. You knew that if Malleus and Silver were with you's as well they would have been blushing messes.

• Silver has been sleeping the majority of the time on a comfy couch and you have always thought to yourself does he ever get cold? You then went to get a spare blanket and placed it on top of him. You left him to sleep but what you didn't notice is that when you left he had a small blush and a smile on his face.

• Malleus, Sebek and yourself were decorating a Christmas tree that had colourful baubles and some fairy lights. You had some questions for Malleus about what was it like being a fae? Sebek also listened to them as well since Malleus is his role model after all.

• You all had dinner together as it was filled with conversations and more stories about baby Malleus and Silver. The two boys would just blush in embarrassment, sigh or face palm.

• Later that day, night came around and you were taking a stroll near the Diasomnia dorm. While taking the stroll, you had spotted a bench near a lamp post and decided to sit down for a while but tiredness started to take over you as you fell asleep.

• Malleus also happened to be taking a night stroll when he spotted you asleep on the bench, it didn't look so comfortable. So, he had sat beside you and carefully placed your head on his shoulder, keeping an arm around the waist for support. Though Malleus has failed to see Lila hanging from a tree branch that wasn't far away but enough to see the both of you's. "Oh, my boy is growing so fast," he says wiping a fake tear.

[inglourious-imagines]

The Story of Their Lives (Lt. Aldo Raine)

Requested by: @tealaquinn

Summary: The story of Lt. Aldo Raine and Sgt. Y/N Y/L/N.

Prompts: 9 - Don't you touch her. & 12 - No one would hurt you again, or I'd kill them. & 21 - I wanna see how you lose control. & 24 - He's a badass with a good heart. & 39 - Kiss me. & 93 - You make me feel... you make me feel.

Author's Note: This is damn long so I really hope you like it! Also there are some parts in Italian so I'd like you to know, I've never learnt this language so there might be some mistakes. Feel free to send request or let me know if you wanna be tagged in these ♡

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @radiantcade @meteora-fc @kyra3155 @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @im-in-love-with-queen

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Y/N and Aldo never showed some kind of an affection towards each other. They respected, trusted, appreciated the other one but these traits were common among the Basterds.

It seemed so innocent at first, almost like a teasing and none of the Jewish American soldiers expected to become it something more.

•••

They met at the very beginning of the Basterd's missions. Y/N was a french spy, a very famous one so she obviously got their attention since they'd gotten to France.

The Basterds recruited her in a bar and she immediately became one of them. Y/N fit within the group perfectly, like she was always destined to be a Basterd.

•••

After the third successful mission, they decided to stay the night in a local resistance hotel to relax and prepare for another action. Everyone went to their beds as soon as they could but Donny persuaded Y/N and Aldo to gamble a little before the sleep. 

"C'mon, just one game!" Donny pleaded. It didn't take much and the trio was sitting around a table playing their fifth game.

"I thought you're better at poker, Lieutenant." Y/N laughed as she grabbed another money she won.

"Shut up, Sergeant. I just am a bit lenient with ya, that's all." Aldo fought back, trying to cover the fact he's worse with cards than Hugo trying to actually smile for once. 

"Show me what you got, Lieutenant. I wanna see how you lose control." she winked at him and dealt the cards.

•••

Something changed in Aldo this evening. At first, Y/N was just another soldier sticking up for her country trying to end the war. But now he saw her in a totally different light.

He noticed what colour her eyes have, how she always ties her hair in a braid. 

He noticed how her cheeks blushed when he praises her after a good work.

He noticed how she scrunches her nose when she disagrees with someone. 

All those little things were filling his head. Aldo was so full of it. It was during the other mission when he completely understood his feelings.

•••

One moment and his whole world flipped. 

Aldo was so angry with himself that he missed such an important thing.

Like a gun. 

The German soldier was just kneeling in front of Aldo when he reached in his pocket. It all happened so quickly then.

The German pulled out a gun and with one last defiance he pulled the trigger. But it wasn't Aldo who got hit. 

It was the woman behind him.

Aldo was like deprived of his senses. He threw away the piece of bread he was eating and jumped at the German. If Wicki didn't pulled him back, Aldo would probably beat the guy to death.

And that was Donny's speciality.

"Don't you fuckin' touch her! Or look at her!" Aldo shouted hitting his face with his fist one more time.

Y/N was so taken away by his behaviour, not really sure where the anger got from.

"What the hell, Lieutenant?" she frowned, "it's just a goddamn scratch on my arm. The bullet didn't even hit me properly." 

Aldo froze whereas Donny and Hugo looked at each other with knowing smiles. They finally realised what was going on.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he tried to brush it off, gesturing to the Basterds to continue with the scalping. "It's fuckin' bleedin' a lot!"

"It's fine. Nothing too serious, Lieutenant." Y/N replied.

Aldo just shook his head as he took off his scarf and tied it around the wound. "No one would hurt ya again, or I'd kill 'em."

•••

The Basterds got ordered to rest a bit because there was a big mission on its way. They didn't know what it was but they all welcomed a full night sleep.

But Y/N didn't feel like going to bed. Instead, she took her cigarettes and sat at the balcony of the apartment they got settled in.

It was a chilly night but she didn't mind. She actually liked cold more than heat.

"Aldo seems a bit off lately." Donny's voice broke the silence as he positioned himself next to her.

"What you mean?" she asked offering him a cigarette which he gladly accepted. 

"Remember how he beated up the German officer two weeks ago? I've never seen him like that."

"Oh Donny. He's just a badass with a good heart. I assure you, Aldo's just fine."

Donny shrugged but didn't say anything. This wasn't his secret to tell even though the change in Aldo's behaviour towards her was so damn obvious. 

Donowitz glanced at Y/N smiling a bit. He understood why Aldo fell for the female Basterd. 

•••

Bridget von Hammersmark was laying in front of them with a bullet in her leg while Hugo, Archie and Wicki were dead.

Y/N was standing in the corner of the room, lost in her thoughts, mourning for her lost friends. She knew something like that had to happen but she also believed in Basterds and part of her thought that they'll all come back home one day.

Y/N wasn't able to look at the actress anymore. She quickly left the room not looking at anyone while she lighted her cigarette. It'd been becoming too much to handle for her.

"Are you alright?" Aldo frowned as he walked towards her. "You still in?"

She laughed sarcastically at his question sheaking her head. "Yeah, of course, business. I'm in, Lieutenant."

"I didn't mean in like that and ya know it."

"Yeah, sorry. It's just-"

"I know, Sergeant. This whole event got me thinkin'. I gotta tell you something."

Y/N threw away her cigarette as she looked directly at him. She wasn't sure if it was the light or the sentiment, but Aldo's eyes never seemed so beautiful to her like they did in that moment. 

"The truth is," Raine began as he stepped closer, "you make me feel... you make me feel, Sergeant."

•••

When Y/N stepped into the room in a black plain tight dress, the conversation between the Basterds immediately stopped. They'd never seen her in anything but in uniform or the civilian clothes. Donny dropped the glass of whiskey he was drinking, Hugo's knife fell on the ground with a loud crash, Omar and Wicki stayed there with their mouths wide opened, Archie Hicox smirked and Aldo, Aldo was taken away and wasn't able to get out a word.

"Please, gentlemen! This is how you welcome a beautiful woman? She looks magnificent!" Bridget von Hammersmark exclaimed gesturing towards Y/N.

"It's so uncomfortable," Y/N frowned and tried to adjust the dress a little, "and so impractical." 

"I think it's perfect." Aldo breathed out and Bridget smiled in satisfaction.

Y/N truly looked like a completely new person. And Aldo's feelings mixed once again. She was so special to him, like water is special to desert. His life was dry without an excitment. She was the water that refreshed him after a long time of loneliness.

•••

Bridget, Aldo, Y/N, Donny and Omar stepped into the small local cinema, already so full of Nazi officers.

"It makes me sick." Y/N snorted as she looked around on the German uniforms. "I have two knives and a gun and I'm not afraid to use them right now."

Aldo laughed next to her and gallantly put his hand on her hip pulling her closely to him.

"Just relax, darlin'. We'll do that later." Aldo winked at her, not letting her go for a moment.

Bridget suddenly seemed like she'd seen a ghost. An older man approached their little group and Y/N immediately understood with whom they have the honor.

Bridget and Hans Landa shared a short conversation before they turned to them. Hammersmark formally introduced the Basterds and Y/N flinched a little under the German's look. Aldo noticed right away her change of attitude and stroked her hip gently.

"Sei assolutamente incredibile, signorina! Ho notato che molti ufficiali hanno voltato la testa dopo di te." (You look absolutely stunning, miss! I noticed that many officers turned their head after you.) Hans Landa grinned and Y/N thought it was the most disgusting thing ever.

"Grazie mille signore. Sono sicuro che stai esagerando." (Thank you very much, sir. I'm sure you're exaggerating.) Y/N faked a smile and clenched her hand in fist to remain calm.

All of the Basterds with Bridget jerked their heads towards her. Her fluent Italian took them away as well as Landa.

"Quanto amo la lingua italiana! E dalla bocca di una donna così bella, è una musica per le mie orecchie." (How I love the Italian language! And from the mouth of such a beautiful lady, it's a music for my ears.)

"Mi stai adulando, signor Landa. Non hai un brutto aspetto." (You're flattering me, Mr Landa. You don't look so bad yourself.) Y/N felt like vomitting any next second. 

Aldo had enough of Landa's fake attitude, especially how Y/N looked so stressed and angry. He decided he has to step in or she won't hold herself back. Aldo recalled the one sentence he learnt yesterday, just in case he'd need to interrupt a moment in a formal way. This was the time.

"Baciami, adesso." (Kiss me, right now.) he stated and pulled Y/N even closer than before. She didn't manage to prostest or ask a quick question and their lips touched. She returned the kiss immediately and ran her fingers through his hair.

Until someone coughed.

They pulled apart from each other, Aldo smiling widely like a winner and Y/N blushing harder than ever.

"Ci scusi signore. Il mio ragazzo qui è un tipo appassionato. Devi perdonarlo." (Excuse us, sir. My boyfriend here is the passionate kind. You must forgive him.) Y/N stuttered and but looked directly at Landa.

•••

Operation Kino was over and it was now only her, Aldo and Utivich. They lost everybody along the way. They stood together side by side through everything. They'd become something stronger than family, friends, lovers. They faced death together and nothing could break the bond they'd created over the years. It was time to go home.

Y/N stood on the ship that was taking the Basterds, or what was left of them, home. The wind was dancing on her hair whispering secrets in her ears.

"I never thought I'd make it back home." Aldo Raine appeared next to her with a cigarette between his lips.

"None of us thought so, Lieutenant." she nodded, "but the difference is, we were wrong. Not them."

"Smart as always." Aldo grinned as he turned to her. "You should stop calling me Lieutenant. The war's over."

Y/N giggled at his statement and he could swear he'd never heard something so melodic, something so right. 

"It kinda sticked with you, Lieutenant."

Aldo didn't answer, instead he threw away the cigarette and took some deep breaths. He needed whiskey, or anything else that would give him at least a bit of courage.

Aldo Raine fought in war, he saw his friends die, he was broken by everything he saw and still, asking Y/N a simple question seemed harder than surviving the bloodshed.

"Spill it out, Lieutenant." she laughed as she glanced at him. 

"I hate how ya always do that. But here it goes," Aldo replied, "I've never been good at this so I'll just keep it short."

He stopped for a moment and stared at the woman in front of him. As he stepped closer, his heart was already racing like it'd never before.

"Why don't ya come to the States with me? We can buy some little house in the Smoky Mountains and live there for the rest of our fuckin' lives." Aldo confessed in his Raine kind of way, looking at her with so much hope in his eyes. 

"Is this some kind of your proposal?" Y/N chuckled as she intertwined her fingers with his.

"Maybe."

"I thought you'd never ask! Of course I'll come with you! You're everything I have, Aldo." 

[diorsho]

botany lessons

bingo slot: parallel universe

pairing: bakugou x reader 

words: 2.9k

warnings: hanahiki disease related things !!

Y/n knew something was wrong when she coughed. She knew she had been pushing her body lately, but she also knew that she could not get sick. It would put all her classmates at risk during finals season. She took the day off but her throat still felt scratchy.

The girl coughed throughout the night and barely got any sleep because of it. Bakugou helped Aizawa mix her get well concoction and the thought alone made her go into another coughing fit. They decided that if she got any worse that she should think about heading to Recovery Girl straight away. Though she hated the idea of going, Bakugou assured her that he would stay next to her the whole time. Y/n couldn't stop the blush from forming on her cheeks and the tightness of her chest.

Y/n hadn't told anyone about her crush on Bakugou and she planned to keep it that way. Feelings would only get in the way at this point in the school year. She already cared too much about the blond headed boy and was afraid that it showed, especially now with them being in their third year. 

She woke up in the middle of the night and struggled to sit up. Her chest felt like it was on fire and it heaved unevenly as she struggled to breath. She coughed until she couldn't anymore. Y/n laid on her side staring at her balled hands trying to catch her breath. She opened her hands and stared at her palms.

Her palms were speckled with blood and a single crumpled red petal.

Y/n went straight to the Recovery Girl because she was obviously sick. She began to ready her things to leave for a late night visit, knowing that she would have to wake the elderly woman. She was nearly down the stairs when the sound of footsteps scared her half to death. Bakugou stepped out from the shield of darkness and she breathed a sigh of relief. He grinned sheepishly at her.

"Sorry Princess..." His throat sounded sore and he began to cough. For a terrible moment Y/n thought she had given him her sickness. She wasn’t sure how she managed it but the h/c headed girl befriended him in their first year. "Don't worry it's just a cold." Bakugou shoved his hand in his pocket. "I was going to see Recovery Girl about it. Just making sure it’s nothin’ serious..." He said with hands shoved deep in pockets.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked momentarily, forgetting about her own predicament to make sure he was okay. Her chest began to grow heavy and a strange itching resided in her throat. She could only describe it as the feeling of something stuck in her throat, constantly choking despite nothing being there.

Bakugou waved her off with a small blush. "Don’t worry about me. You need to get better, Y/n," he reminded her. The way he said her name left her breathless. She could listen to it all day. Y/n agreed and the pair walked with Aizawa, who had been sleeping in the common room ever since Y/n started coughing, to the nurses office. "I'll be next to you the whole time, dummy.” He smiled so gently at her and she had to fight the urge to cough. The small smile never left his face as they walked to Recovery Girl. Y/n closed her eyes fighting off the choking feeling to remember the way his eyes gleamed in the near darkness. Perhaps the sweet little old lady would heal her and this would all be over.

The trio made their way to Recovery Girl’s office and Bakugou was quick to fall asleep as soon as his quick check up was done. Y/n felt herself tossing and turning in the small cot as more coughing made it uneasy to fall asleep. The coughing fits were violent and she felt her throat scream at her to stop, but her lungs weren’t getting oxygen. Aizawa stayed and moved a seat closer to her, grabbing her hand to try and help calm her. She was grateful. Her teacher tried whispering comforting words to the girl in distress as he soothed her hair. 

"Sorry," she apologized sincerely but hoarsely. "It really hurts, and it just doesn’t wanna stop," Y/n explained faintly remembering the petal she had found. She had never seen anything like it.

"Bakugou and you both. He sounded like he couldn't breathe last night." Aizawa said letting her go. Thoughts and worries of Bakugou flooded her mind and seemed to rewrite every cell in her body so that it only thought of him. "Maybe it's something going around." Y/n really hoped that her other classmates weren't coughing up flower petals. It was such an awful feeling.

She looked at the space where Bakugou was currently laying down, deep in slumber, and coughed. Y/n felt something land in her palms. This time she could feel multiple petals in her hand. Her teacher's ear peeked up at the sound. He asked if she wanted water, she nodded with her hands behind her back. She could feel petals in her hand.

"Yeah," Y/n said nervously, chest burning with every breath.

Aizawa got a bottle of water from the fridge in the office and handed it to the younger girl before sitting down next to her again. "I don't see anything physically wrong with you and Recovery Girl said you’d be fine..." Y/n's panic only grew in the garden that was now her chest. "If it continues, we should think about calling your guardians and maybe heading to the hospital." Y/n nodded as the petals shifted in her fingertips.

“Hey, Aizawa, I need to show you something.” After trying to explain to her teacher that she was coughing up flower petals, he didn’t quite believe her or he didn’t quite want to deal with flower petals at two in the morning. He brushed it off and forced her to try and rest for the remainder of the night. 

Later that day, after Bakugou and Y/n went back to Heights Alliance, she went to her best friend to see if she knew anything. "Do you by chance know what this is?" Y/n asked once her closest friend made her way into her dorm room. Mei stared at the few flower petals that laid in the palm of her hand. As the inventor examined the petals her thoughts drifted to a certain blond male. The more she thought about Bakugou the more her chest ached. Her friend nodded and began to poke the flowers, seeming to find her words.

"They're carnation petals I think," The pink headed girl said confidently."And by the way red ones mean something like my heart breaks." Mei added with a small smile. “They are kind of hard to find where we are though, how’d ya find them?”

Y/n cleared the petals from her throat. She felt like she was choking all the time. "Found them with Momo’s stuff." She lied. 

"I can't tell you much," Mei pushed her goggles up over her forehead so they rested a bit more comfortably in her hair. “You could try asking Bakugou, he borrowed my botany textbook.” Y/n tensed at his name. Her chest was about to burst. Y/n excused herself and ran to the bathroom.

Once she started coughing she couldn't stop. Flower petals began to spill past her lips. They were soft so they didn't harm her throat necessarily but made it nearly impossible for her to breathe. Y/n was going to die choking on flowers. She wiped the side of her mouth once she had calmed down. Petals were scattered around the bathroom tile and she laid on the floor unable to move even a single muscle. She picked up the closest petal and began to study it.

The beauty in such a dainty petal was that it hurt. Y/n held her hands to her chest. She felt out of breath just sitting there. These flowers were going to kill her. She pushed herself to sit up. What was happening with her? Why was she coughing up flower petals?

Y/n cleaned up so that no petals remained. With them out of sight she felt like she could breathe again, except she couldn't because the flowers in her chest were beginning to suffocate her.

Y/n took a shaky inhale. Maybe she should talk to Mei about carnations again, to tell her the truth about where she got the petals. Y/n coughed and let the petals flutter to the floor not bothering to pick them up. She stared down at them. She cleared her throat before leaving the bathroom.

 "Wait. So you're coughing up flowers?!" Mei blinked a few times. Y/n hushed her and the other girl rolled her eyes. "You're coughing up flowers?" she asked in a hurried but hushed tone.

Y/n cleared her throat. "No. I said I was coughing up flower petals. Correction, petals."

"That's still not normal!" Mei wiped at some grease on her face which only worsened it but she didn’t seem to care as she began to type away at her laptop.

"Yeah, don’t you think I know that?" Y/n shrugged as she coughed. Mei  ignored the mess of petals.

"What are your other symptoms?" Mei asked from behind her screen. Y/n shifted and grabbed the garbage can under the girl's desk to dispose of her petals.

"My chest hurts. I can't breathe. Oh, and I think I’m in love with Bakugou. I can never breathe around him. My throat seems to be full of flowers around him." Y/n listed. Mei choked. "I thought I was just catching a cold or fever with the cough I had but then I started to cough up flowers. So I knew that couldn't be it."

Mei shifted. "You mean petals." Y/n tried to stifle her coughs as Mei worked but in the end she just got sick in her trash can. Maybe she would die from lack of air. "So… Obviously it's getting worse," Mei sighed as she watched her friend.

"It's getting so hard to breathe," Y/n huffed. She thought about Bakugou's cold and wondered if he had gotten better from his time with Recovery Girl. She forgot to check up on him after. "There's a garden in my chest and I'm worried about Bakugou." Y/n wanted to laugh but could only manage to wheeze. Mei cringed at the sound. Y/n admitted it was horrible. "I can't cough anymore but I feel like I'm choking," Y/n said grabbing her throat. "Am I dying?" she asked.

"Of course not!" Mei sounded frantic. "Maybe it's some weird quirk thing. You must have gotten hit by a quirk!" Her friend was trying to reassure her but it wasn't working. Y/n was weak and struggling to breathe.

Aizawa suddenly came into the room and Y/n tried to look natural. Mei grabbed the trashcan from her. He was holding an acacia flower. Y/n felt her throat constrict at the sight. Mei studied the inside of the trash can.

"Y/n..." Mei said stiffly. Y/n turned to look at her friend's pale face.

"What's wrong? Did you get sick?" Aizawa looked at Y/n, noticing the trash can. His dark eyes darted between the two, worry clearly present in his gaze.

"No. Mei was telling me about carnations–" Y/n was cut off by her friend.

"Yes, she is sick. Sick sick!" Y/n turned to glare at Mei. "She's coughing up flowers!"

Y/n cleared her throat. "Correction, petals. I'm coughing up flower petals."

Mei raised her hand to show both of them. "Correction, flowers. You're coughing up whole flowers." Inside her palm was a whole red flower. It was a whole red carnation. 

For some reason, her thoughts drifted to her crush and thinking about Bakugou sent her into another fit. There was no use in hiding it now so she coughed flower petals and flowers. "Shit!" Aizawa rushed to try and hold her as her whole body wretched from the fits. The acacia fell into the mixture of flowers as Y/n sat back regaining her breath.

Mei and Aizawa began discussing but Y/n could barely hear them. She couldn't breathe. She knew Bakugou wouldn’t like her back and maybe this was the world’s way of saying screw you. Y/n knew that her feelings weren’t reciprocated and the thought made her heart break. The flowers were stuck in her throat again. She blacked out. 

 She woke up hooked to an oxygen mask. There were petals sitting on her tounge and she spit them out. Midoriya’s face came into her view first and he looked relieved when she sat up. He took a damp cloth and blotted it on her forehead. "You had us really worried." There was nothing but seriousness in his voice. "You and Bakugou." He nodded over to the bed next to her and she saw the unconscious male. Her heart ached at their proximity. She could reach out and touch him if she wanted. Y/n began to cough again. Her throat was raw but Midoriya didn't even flinch when a dozen red flowers spilled out of her mouth.

"What's wrong with Bakugou?" Her voice sounded squeaky and it hurt to speak.

"Don't talk. It'll strain your throat." Tsuyu walked in with a tray. She handed her a mug full of an amber liquid. "Momo and I made some tea for your throat."

"Todoroki found Bakugou choking on those acacia flowers. Apparently Bakugou has been sick for a long time but he didn't tell anyone. We found petals everywhere; his desk, his bed, and the cot he used when he saw Recovery Girl. There were old piles and new ones everywhere." Midoriya said. "He must have been coughing up flowers for months."

Y/n's heart broke with her friend's words and she closed her eyes so the tears wouldn’t fall. "You should get some rest... We'll leave you alone for a bit." Tsuyu said. Y/n fell asleep with her flowers choking her.

She woke up because she felt like she was going to be sick. Bakugou was sitting in a chair by a bed looking at her. The bright red petals were scattered all over his bed while whole acacia’s laid at the foot of hers. Y/n coughed up a few carnations, stem and all but he didn't seem to mind.

"I guess these are for you." Bakugou said, handing her the acacia’s. "I cleaned them up," he nodded to the makeshift bouquet.

"Mouth flowers... How sweet," She brokenly grinned at him and they both coughed up petals.

"I think they're more like chest flowers. Hatsume is growing a garden with our flowers." Bakugou said scoffing. Y/n nodded. Her chest hurt and the way he breathed looked painful

"Thank you for coughing up those flowers for me." Y/n smiled through her tears. "Even though we're dying... It's still nice."

Bakugou shifted nervously. "Here’s the thing, I do believe they're for you." He paused to take a breath. "I'm in love with you. I’ve liked you since first year," Bakugou grabbed her hands and coughed once. Only a few petals fell from his mouth. "I coughed up over a dozen acacias for you because I tried to hide my feelings. I looked it up. Those stupid flowers mean secret love." 

Y/n brought his hand to her face and pressed it against her cheek. "How did you cope for so long? It's only been a few days since I realized I loved you and it hurts so bad." Bakugou smiled and stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"It was worth it. You’re worth drowning in those flowers." Bakugou whispered and she breathed in with his words. She loved him so much. Y/n wouldn't mind choking on carnations for him.

Bakugou sighed happily as he gazed at her. "My chest doesn't hurt when I'm with you," he whispered softly. Y/n felt the same. In fact she didn't feel like she was choking at all. Her chest felt empty. She coughed to prove her theory and was pleasantly surprised to not find any flowers or petals.

"Cough," Y/n urged him, gripping his hand with a small smile.

"I don't wanna. Besides, my throat is killing me. Acacia flowers are rough after coughing them up for days on end." Bakugou practically huffed out. Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Please cough. For me?" Y/n said laughing. She could breathe again. The flowers were gone. Bakugou coughed and stopped to look down at his hand. "No flowers right?" He nodded, surprised to find that no petals clung to his inner palm. Y/N took off the oxygen mask to kiss him because she was so happy. She was so glad to be alive. She was so glad to be in love with Bakugou. 

He kissed her back with just as much ferocity.

She broke away and leaned her forehead against his. They were both trying to catch their breath for an entirely different reason from before, neither were choking on flowers anymore. "You know carnations are very beautiful." Y/n said after a few minutes of comfortable silence. Bakugou kissed her again bringing her in close. Y/n didn't mind. 

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Charlie watched the live security footage from her phone as she laid stretched across her bed, shaking her head as a young woman crawled through the basement window of the mansion. It would have been all too easy to cut her off at the property gate or even at the window, but Charlie was curious. What did she want? What was she trying to do? Charlie watched the woman survey her surroundings completely missing the cameras. She was quiet and moved quickly, thinking she was being stealthy.

The basement was used for storage and each wife along with Erik had boxes of items neatly packed away for one purpose or another. It wasn't a dusty, dank basement by any means. The woman had something small and sharp to cut through the tape and boldly open a medium sized box. Charlie squinted to see whose it was. It was Ryley's and it was full of various gun pieces: mags, bullets, a springs of different sizes. Pushing the box aside, she opened one that was marked Bastion. There were a few old designer dresses Charlie recognized. Bast hadn't worn them in almost a year and if they went missing she wouldn't even notice. They were supposed to go to charity, Charlie recalled. They'd all forgotten. The woman held a Carolina Herrera dress up to her body and twirled like Cinderella. Charlie half expected the strange woman to leave after that, but she didn't. She left the basement and krept her way upstairs. Charlie tracked her through the cameras, her Good Luck Charlie mug full of masala chai in hand. This was getting interesting. She texted Ryley, the only other person who was home.. Aly'sha didn't count, she was sleep and practically dead to the world.

'You seeing this?'

'Hell yeah. Who the hell is this bold?' Ryley responded instantly.

'Should we go down there?' Charlie asked. The woman snatched an ombre sienna and amber candle from a fall display and she seemed to be tickled pink, her honey complexion heating. She really likes candles, Charlie thought.

'Nah, let's watch to see what she does,' Ryley responded. Again, the woman crept quietly upstairs and Charlie braced herself to come face to face with the intruder. With another warm sip of tea she watched the woman disappear into Angel's room. Unfortunately, there were no cameras there. That would've been too invasive. Charlie stepped into the hall spotting Ryley's head peeping from her door. Silently, they padded to Angel's room and peered into the room, staying low. The woman was searching through drawers and just as Charlie was about to speak up, she did something odd. She grabbed a lighter and lit all twenty of Angel's elegant white Mariah Carey candles. Ryley gaped, her eyes and mouth wide as the woman began to strip down to her cream colored bra and panties. "What the fuck," she mouthed. Charlie shrugged, just as thrown.

The woman put on a necklace Angel had left on her dresser and admired her own reflection. It was a dainty chain but the pendant was diamond and pearl. She definitely couldn't leave with that. She picked up two of the fat candles and what she did next made Charlie and Ryley look at each other and giggle silently. She poured the candlewax onto her chest, letting it trickle down and harden. Her small fingers traced the trail of stiffened white wax glued to her skin. It was like she was entranced.

"Waxplay," Ryley mouthed. They watched her repeat the process multiple times before footsteps could be heard downstairs. Checking the camera, Charlie saw that it was Angel. She decided to send a text.

'Sis, step quietly. There's a stranger in the house and she doesn't know we're here. We're watching her now.'

'Where ya'll at, I wanna watch,' Angel replied. In under a minute she was on the stairs. Her eyebrows cranked up in shock as she silently marched down the hall and to her room where Charlie and Ryley crouched. Looking inside, she saw the nearly naked woman getting her rocks off to the candlewax and almost sat back to watch until she noticed that the woman was wearing the necklace Erik had gifted her for Valentine's Day.

"Oh hell nah," she yelled causing the woman to jump in alarm. "Who da hell are you and why you got on my necklace? That's not okay! Take it off!"

The woman immediately fumbled to take off the necklace and place it back where she found it but she still had candlewax all over her titties. Charlie had to laugh. "Um, Miss.. Are you okay?"

The woman reddened, her greenish eyes sparkling. Eventually she recovered her speaking ability. "Uhh, yeah..," she waved, "Hi guys! I'm Kristina." Her childlike grin was nervous and betrayed the fact that she knew she was wrong. It was obviously an awkward situation. "...Uhuh...," Charlie smirked.

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One hour later Kristina was fully clothed and baking a sweet potato pie in the kitchen like a happy homemaker while the wives discussed what to do with her.

"She found her way here, let her stay. Why not? She's harmless. We have the space. Besides.. she bakes," Charlie offered.

"Eh," Angel was conflicted. "She's a thief. I'm not sure that will fly with the rest of the Kompound. It's not solely up to us. Besides, Henny would catch a fit."

"I'M a thief. ERIK is a thief," Ryley stressed. "They'll get used to it. She's so cute and I like her. She's bold like us," she enthused.

"Perhaps," Angel said bringing the discussion to rest for the time being.

"Ladies," Kristina called from the kitchen excitedly. The trio followed their noses to meet her in the expansive kitchen. Not only had she made a pie, but she'd fried chicken and made a restaurant quality shrimp and pasta dish. Charlie faced Angel, a pleading look on her face. Angel knew exactly what it meant. Charlie wanted Kristina to stay. Again though, it wasn't completely up to them. The house had to agree.

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Kristina sat in the middle of the living room surrounded by the judging and assessing stares of the wives. They interrogated her until she was lost for words, unsure of whether her answers were helping or hurting her case. She wanted to stay. It was an aesthetically beautiful home full of aesthetically beautiful people. She'd never seen so many beautiful women in one home to say they weren't in a sorority.

"So you knew this was the Udaku-Stevens house and you still broke in.. and not only did you break in, you stole," Bastion questioned, her sweet eyes narrowed.

"I didn't think you guys would miss it," Kristina said simply, "...Sorry. I gave it back."

The questions continued to fly and finally it was time to take a poll. "All in favor of keeping her, say YES," Kimora yelled. It was a split decision. Charlie, Ryley, Homie, and Poosy raised their hands. Hesitantly, Kimora raised hers.

"That's the majority," Kimora said. Hennessy turned back to Kristina who waited patiently. "Okay. You can stay. But I promise if you so much as TOUCH our husband..." The sentence didn't need to be completed for Kristina to get the point. She nodded enthusiastically. "Dont worry," she assured, "I have eyes for a completely different man." Hennessy nodded, convinced. Afterall, not only could Kristina throw down in the kitchen and handle all of their intense personalities... but she was also incredibly easy on the eyes.

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"Kristina," Hennessy paused in the middle of showing the woman around one of the guestrooms. The room would become her room from that point on to decorate and design how she wished. "..What's your sexual orientation?" Immediately Kristina's face heated.

"Well, I'm definitely not straight although I love men. Men are my preference, but I do bend if you know what I mean..."

"Good to know," Hennessy grinned impishly. She was already plotting Kristina's seduction. With a flirtatious bite to her lip, she twirled a piece of her long curly hair and backed out of the room. By the end of the month, she'd have Kristina laid out and moaning beneath her, she was convinced. "Erik said no side niggas..," she grinned on the way to Bastion's room. She needed to clue someone into her plan. "He never said no sidechicks..."

"What the hell is Henny doing," Charlie smirked from her room. She was still watching the camera feed of the hall, distracted from typing her client notes. Henny looked very suspicious.

'You catch what I just caught,' Ryley texted. Charlie's smirk turned into a full-blown grin.

'Henny up to something. I wanna know what,' Charlie responded.

'Way ahead of you,' Ryley texted.

To be continued.

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All of your attention pt1 || Wong Yukhei (f)

a/n: a very cute anon requested this a while ago. I'm sorry it took so long I was trying to make sure I had enough information on the subject to write about it😅thank you for bearing with me

genre: fluff! cafe!au Its a little dramatic but so am I so..

words: approx. 2.6k

summary: Why would he think ignoring him was something anyone could do on purpose?

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"I brought you help," He smiled with all of his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut as he tossed a look back to where he'd left the stranger, the new boy, petting the animals. That was exactly how it started.

Johnny had worked at the puppy cafe for quite a while before you'd been hired and he'd done a number when it came to marketing and advertising the small place, tucked away on the far end of a busy shopping district.

His face helped, he wasn't bad looking; he was actually quite stunning and he was even more charming and friendly once you got over thinking how people really weren't allowed to look like that-- coupled with the visual of his tall frame feeding and caring for small animals and making frappecionos with a towel over his shoulder-- well, you can imagine why there were always people in the store and a small line down the street.

Aside from that he made a mean cup of coffee and kept little cute flyers with him so that even when he was approached randomly or met someone at a supermarket or elsewhere, he'd hand it to them and smile and then they'd come running through the door the first chance they got.

He was sociable and easy to talk to and sometimes he invited his friends to watch him work, which usually consisted of them ignoring him and spending the afternoon playing with cute pups. They were wellmannered and just as goodlooking and made easy conversation with you when they weren't giving their undivided attention to the animals or when you tended to their glasses for refills.

The days when Johnny was off were noticably more quiet and easy going, which you preferred. Sure, you enjoyed his company but when it was busy, it was hard for you to concentrate and stay focused, and most of all it was hard to make out what any one of the customers were saying when there was soft music from the speakers, puppies barking and growling and chatter, with 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' directed almost always toward Johnny.

Oh and the puppies.

Today was no different, save for a few middle schoolers sipping distractedly on iced coffee with two, mild mannered labs sat on the seat next to them, eager for any sort of attention.

You didn't expect Johnny to come in today because he'd called in earlier about his practice running a little late and you most certainly did not expect for him to bring friends. Luckily you were facing the door, cleaning up after Yuki; the toffee coloured shitzu, otherwise you'd have missed the little bell on the door ding and Johnny coming in, followed into the store by another giant boy with the biggest, most endearing eyes and an oversized blue sweater and messy, soft brown hair.

The puppies went straight for the stranger like they'd been waiting for his return (even if you were sure you'd never seen him before) and started licking and wagging excitedly as he ran his hands over them, eyes alight in jovial delight.

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Ever since then, the tiny, fairly profitable puppy cafe had had a new addition to its staff. Lucas-- who reminded you so much of Sushi, the doe-eyed beagle mix that always found the strangest assortment of accessories from god knows where around the store and dropped them at your feet-- wasn't much older than you were and probably half as capable. He was a clutz and a little bit of a ditz and you suspected that it was that naïve charm about him that was so endearing to the customers. They never seemed to get mad or impatient with him when he mixed up an order or put a little too much sugar in the drinks and he drew the younger kids in by the boatload. The coffeemaker was his nemesis and the trio of pugs that were brought in by one of the usual customers-- a high school boy with soft smiling eyes and beautiful lashes--named Blondie, Raven And Carmine respectively, always made his life miserable.

You would admit, however that Lucas was kind of cute. His hair was always a fluffy storm, like he'd ran his hands through it too many times in one second. His hands dwarfed the puppies and most of the kitchen appliances and utensils. His mannerisms were also kind of adorable; he mumbled a lot to himself--which you found out when he was training, and only because you'd been looking at him directly. He was asked to make a basic iced coffee and when he moved behind the counter to begin, immediately started the inner and sometimes outer conversation with the appliances. You could read his lips but at some point you'd decided there were multiple languages involved and you wouldn't try to decipher that.

Overall, very cute.

He wasn't however, as articulate or friendly as Johnny; who now spent more time out of the store now that Lucas had begun his shifts more regularly. He'd been a recurring staff member for a little over two months now and during that time, Lucas hadn't tried speaking to you unless he had to and tended to side step you altogether. You hadn't minded at first, you were a little shy about certain things about yourself and it was fine, if only a little hurtful but you weren't going to make trouble unless he was being rude.

You were perfectly content to remain cordial colleges; you each had your routine duties-- he took out the trash and cleaned the dog's sleeping area, you cleaned and stacked chairs on close up and took care of the counter and kitchen area. You both fed and cared for the animals and washed the dishes in peaceful silence-- and you were comfortable enough in his presence to get through the day without major upset. Until one day he broke part of the coffee machine and you'd decided to make the executive decision, after calling Johnny and talking about it for five minutes; to close up shop about an hour early, put the pups away to their little room in the back wih sufficient food and toys to entertain them, and try to fix the machine since it only seemed like the lever had detatched itself in Lucas' all-encompassing grip.

"What do we do?" his hands found their way into his hair as he turned to you when you'd came back, shoving the phone into your apron.

"We can try to fix it, no biggie," You assured the little big baby standing and staring, absolutely distraught. He was truly adorable.

It in fact, was a biggie and before the minute of faux repairing was up, there were more loose parts than you knew what to do with and very little idea of what to do next. You did not want to call Johnny with this information. You wanted to believe you were more than capable of doing this on your own. You were not inept; the coffee machine was Lucas' enemy, not yours.

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Some time during the next half hour, Lucas had managed to find a toolbox in the storage room, the cafe had been closed for much longer than you'd have liked and both of you were still no closer to fixing the machine than you'd been when you started. Your patience with the contraption was starting to wear a bit thin and Lucas was visibly agitated-- kind of the first truly negative emotion you'd seen him express.

"This isn't working," you didn't hear the metal wrench clank against the tile countertops, but you did see Lucas plop down into the plushy seat Johnny had purchased at a flea market and stuck behind the counter for 'atmosphere', his full lips pulling together in an exaggerated pout. "Oh geez, its all my fault too."

"Not really." Yes really... "You've actually been doing really great so far," You were not entirely sure what prompted you to respond, honestly. He wasn't speaking to you, but you'd managed to make out what he said and he looked like very much like a wounded puppy. You wanted to at least lessen whatever he was feeling and your heart may have lurched a little when he looked up at you from his seat, eyes wide and a little bit of a smile dancing at the corner of his mouth.

"I mean you put a little too much effort in sometimes but... " you rushed, letting the sentence hang and turning away as your face began to sear, back to your task at hand. If you looked him in the eye again you were sure you would crumble and right now, you wanted nothing more than to fix the stupid machine and get back to work.

There was a beat before you felt movement at your back and spun, immediately met face to chest with Lucas' mass of body.

"You're doing it again," he said crowding your space like it wasn't even yours to begin with. Everything was a blur and before you realised what had happened, your lower back was met with a lever on the machine and you were sandwhiched between the two, confused and flustered. Your most innate reaction was to try to put some space between the two of you. He was much too close; you could practically feel his body through his clothes and your brain was starting to dissasociate with this personal space nonsense. You forced your hands up though, and angled your body away as best you could without impaling yourself further on the now, broken coffee maker.

"Doing what?" you sputtered, trying to keep eye contact with him somehow so you could try to pick up what he was saying but also trying to regain some of your composure. Lucas wasn't having any of it though, completely oblivious to your struggle as he tilted his head to look down at you.

"You're ignoring me. You've been doing it since I got here; I try to talk to you or ask you questions like when we do dishes and stuff because I'm really trying and this is really hard, but you keep ignoring me and I'm kind of hurt and annoyed." His eyebrows furrowed and he was pouting again. You were very hyper aware of all his facial details and not the not so subtle changes in his expression; the unreal process of a frown glossing over his features was kind of mesmerising.

Why was he so... pretty?

He was too close.

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you froze as the implications of what he had said dawned on you. Of course Johnny hadn't told him; he was too kind, too Johnny. He would want your business to be your business. He would let you confide in Lucas on your own like you'd done with him. A very small part of you kind of wished he had told him so you wouldn't have to go through this again now, but you realized that potentially would have been worse than his entrappment. Apart from this being the most he's ever said to you-- well now you knew that probably wasn't true-- you had a good few of reasons to be taken aback.

Why would he think ignoring him was something anyone could do on purpose? Surely he was aware of how large he was; physically and personality-wise as well? This did seem to explain his occasional mild standoffishness and you thought back to all the times your back must have been turned to him and he'd probably tried to say something to you.

Poor kid; he was trying his best and struggling and he was just trying to talk to you or make a friend. You wanted to facepalm but your hands were keeping you alive so you settled for groaning softly. Would apologising even help?

Not if you weren't going to tell him.

You swallowed another groan and attempted again to put some space between you. This time Lucas got the message and took one tentative step back. That did nothing, but it was enough for you to bring a hand up to brush some of your short hair behind your ear, revealing the tan aid you had in today. You didn't usually wear them, but you were kind of glad you did because now you didn't have to focus on explaining, just keeping the anxiety and embarrassment from showing on your face. People very rarely cared, most did however and decided against any type of relationship with you because of it.

"I don't ignore you on purpose," was all you could get past your lips at this point.

Lucas retook the space he'd just barely given you, reaching a hand up and out to you. You held your breath; your first instinct again, to move. Move and then panic although the latter seemed to sprint ahead first. What if he was trying to touch it? You were not an animal. And you were going to  muster some annoyance to tell him off or at the very least move away, but his hand stopped short, grazing your skin, stroking your cheek ever so lightly before he pulled back half second later. He was staring and all that served to do was make your skin hot and your knees waver in and out of stability. This was a very bad idea and he needed to stop looking at you like you were... normal. He wasn't staring at it, although he had briefly glanced, but rather he was staring at you, his eyes settling on yours.

"What?" you tried to keep the anticipation out of your voice. This was killing you. His eyes ran over your face endlessly, what he was looking for you weren't exactly sure. What you were sure of however, was how ridiculously easy it would be to stare at his eyes forever without wanting for anything else. They were so pretty and bare and screamed of his harmlessness. He could probably kill you if he hugged you too tightly and the damage he had made to coffee maker was minimal, but even if he looked like a threat to most inanimate objects and short people, you knew he was harmless. He probably just didn't know his own strength.

"So... you just weren't hearing me?"

You winced and dropped your gaze. This was so embarrassing and talking about it so casually was just making you want to crawl inside yourself. You weren't embarrassed to be hard of hearing, nor were you embarrassed of the aids; you'd needed them since you were very young, and you knew you weren't an anomoly-- there were tons of people like you and you liked yourself because of it, not in spite of it. These conversations were always uncomfortable though because you never knew what type of reaction you would get. You finally grew some balls and slid out from practically under Lucas, sliding across the edge of the counter. Now you could almost breathe again, although now there a was a familiar, Lucas-sized indent in your memory and on your body.

"Yea," you didnt elaborate or offer any types of explanation. Anything that would prolong this conversation was not something you wanted to do right now.

"Oh my god?" you and Lucas jolted, spinning around to where the voice of pure distress had come from. Johnny's large frame shimmied between the beaded curtain seperating the puppy room from the main cafe, his hair hanging low in his eyes and coated in sweat like he'd ran all the way from practice. He wasnt panting, but he was breathing raggedy as he stared between you both, who looked like you'd kick the shit out of the coffee maker and won. Secretly, you were ecstatic that'd he'd come despite you begging him to just let you deal with it. Even without knowing, he was saving your behind. "I thought you said it was just a lever?!"