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nehswritesstuffs · 2 years

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TTOU Big Finish Snippet: Workplace Security

GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS, THE THICK OF UNIT FANS

A lot’s been going on since I last updated this series. For posterity’s context, I posted chapter fifty-seven almost twenty-one(!) months ago. Since then (while not suffering a relapse in manga brainrot) I’ve been trying to light a fire under the ass of my beta reader to actually get caught up to date so I can start throwing things around. We’re a little over halfway right now. PLUS, there is a certain individual, @fajrbismuth who has been writing me fic, and since I need to get back to writing this anyhow, I feel like gifting some fic is a great way to do it.

1878 words; another audio-only script fic like Inspections and Prototypes was, because I don’t write enough scripts; let us all pretend I would ever know what the inside of the Mecca Wishaw looks like, which will likely never happen even if I lived in Wishaw (oh and there is a bit about how shit of a name it is so yeah); oops sorry new OC just dropped; takes place in some nebulous time in 2016, around chapter 51/52; just kinda ends like the other one does, which is why it’s a snippet lol

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Footsteps in an office building—it’s the general ringing of phones and shuffling of papers and indistinct chatter that only middle-management and pencil-pushers can accurately replicate. A door opens up and SAM chuckles.

SAM: Now what do we have here?

JAMIE: Don’t you say it, Sammy—don’t you fucking say it.

SAM: It’s good to see you haven’t changed.

JAMIE: You wound me… and after I got you in here, gave your lad an opportunity to grow up in a fucking sane environment?

SAM: There are worse places than Aylsham.

JAMIE: You had the commute of a bloody American.

SAM: My uncle’s had worse.

JAMIE: My point proven.

A knock on the door.

JAMIE: Fuck in or fuck off!

The door opens.

JAMIE: Oh, Bismuth, great timing! Nothing in this bloody place is fucking set up right.

BISMUTH: That is… sort of why I’m here. At least you know what Wi-Fi is.

JAMIE: You sound troubled, pet. Who do I need to have a fucking shout at?

A beat.

BISMUTH: I’m… not a… pet…? What…?

SAM sighs, exasperated.

SAM: You don’t have someone like Jamie in your department, do you?

BISMUTH: I’ve been told it’s a blessing.

JAMIE: Ha! I’m sure Malc’s been talking me up like I’m the Third Coming, with him as the Second.

BISMUTH: Actually, no. We are here to secure your new offices, as well as your homes. You are going to be allotted two members of Security and one member of IT. Until we can get your permanent setup, some of us from the Mainframe shall be here to configure everything.

JAMIE: Huh. Sounds like a lot of fucking trouble to go through. Can’t the shits you hire for this joint set it all up?

BISMUTH: You require what I understand to be a “litany” of upgrades that need to be done, and none of them should be done by new hires. It’s no different than needing to inspect Kernow when they integrate new technology.

JAMIE: …and yeh can’t just, I dunno, delegate? Just inspect the job later?

BISMUTH: Protocol is protocol and this is what happens when we set up a new office branch, due to expansion or renovation.

A mobile pings. Keys on the screen are tapped.

SAM: That’s not a good look.

BISMUTH: What’s not a good look?

JAMIE: Your face, pet. Human expressions give away a lot, you know.

BISMUTH sighs.

BISMUTH: What is a Mecca Bingo?

JAMIE: M’neighbor’s only real reason for not offing herself once her husband kicked it. They don’t open for three more hours… though I don’t think you’re gonna get a game in with fancy lads until later in the evening…

BISMUTH: We still have to go there. Now.

JAMIE: And why’s that?

BISMUTH: This is why.

There is a pause, during which both JAMIE and SAM audibly cringe.

JAMIE: Thought I told Malc I had enough of playing Scotsomer Shitesteries for the rest of the decade.

BISMUTH: We don’t get to decide that. Now are you the one in charge here or are you going to let what I’ve heard described as a “circus” occur?

JAMIE groans.

JAMIE (grumbling): Ah, feck.

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The soft rumbling sound of being in a moving car now can be heard. There is also the shuffling around of clutter.

SAM: Don’t worry; it’s not that far now.

BISMUTH: Thank you again for the lift.

SAM: Any time.

She pauses.

SAM: You alright back there?

JAMIE: Why is this your bairn’s fecking garbage dump? I feel like we’re going to get there and I’ll pop out the Toxic Avenger.

SAM: You’re just a big baby. (She puts the turn signal on.) I’ve seen your office, you know.

JAMIE: That’s organized! It makes sense!

SAM: Mmmhmm… oh… shit…

SAM puts the car in park and kills the engine. Soon as the doors open, there is a large commotion of sirens idly warning people to stay back and said people talking. The three shut the doors and make their way through the crowd.

JAMIE: Oi, we need to get through!

OLD WOMAN 1: Keep your fucking shirt on, lad. Not like we can get through.

JAMIE: Except that’s our job. We need to get through.

OLD WOMAN 2: Well, so’s that for us, but it’s not like we’re getting in any time soon.

JAMIE: Aye, you’ll get there; now just let us pass.

BISMUTH: Ma’am, the sooner we can get our jobs done, the sooner you can get to yours.

OLD WOMAN 2: Mmm, right, but you’re not going to get told off because the toilet’s not cleaned.

OLD WOMAN 1: At this rate, we won’t get in there until half-twelve, and…

SAM: Don’t worry! We’ll have it all under control! Our colleagues are taking care of things as we speak!

OLD WOMAN 1: They better!

The three make their way through the crowd. A siren whoops and there is plenty of murmuring.

BISMUTH: Ketja! Think we can get through?

There is now a new voice, deep and masculine and vaguely Slavic.

KETJA: Oh! A pleasant surprise, Director! Oi, look alive; we’ve got Mainframe brass!

The crowd gets fainter as KETJA brings them towards the building.

KETJA: What brings you up this way, ma’am?

BISMUTH: I’m here to set up the new communications hub, but when I got a text from Arwell about the situation…

KETJA: Understood. Are you the new local Communications Director?

SAM: I’m flattered, but…

JAMIE: That’s me; now who are you and what sort of fucking mess am I explaining away?

KETJA: I’m Major Ketja, the military liaison for the Glasburgh Auxiliary. That must mean you are Jamie and you are Sam. Apologies, but I’ve been a bit busy to hang around the base and meet people.

BISMUTH: Ketja has taken over a series of cases from the local authorities, which is why UNIT has responded to the scene.

JAMIE: …and why I gotta be here if all I need is some photos and details passed my way? So that there’s someone on-site to handle the fucking cunts that come sniffing about?

KETJA: It would be nice.

They go through an automatic door, the noise from outside fully being left behind them as they enter the casino. Idle slot machines on the far side of the room chirp cheerfully their wee slogans while UNIT members mill about.

JAMIE: Sweet Mary, what the fuck is that?!

KETJA: It used to be a Silurian who worked on the machines and cleaned overnight. As you can see, can’t really say its such anymore.

JAMIE: That wasn’t the photo you fucking showed me!

BISMUTH: I needed to make sure you’d come.

JAMIE growls in irritation.

SAM: …and you said this is the latest in a series?

KETJA: Correct. Arwell’s been doing a decent job of keeping it under wraps for us, but this is the most public one to-date. I believe you were there at the first one, were you not?

JAMIE: That time Malc stole m’car and took off to fucking Sterling with me still inside? Thought that was a Zygon, not a Silurian.

A beat.

JAMIE: Should that bit be that color?

BISMUTH (deadpan): Yes.

JAMIE: Fuck. I gave up smoking for this?

KETJA clears his throat.

KETJA: Victims have all been non-Human Tripartite, all who were occupying spaces they normally would alone, all having been viciously and repeatedly stabbed and mutilated. Ma’am, I’m going to need you to assist with authorizing and initiating security protocols, as this might require getting the Tripartite fully involved.

BISMUTH: All while MacDonald runs damage control?

KETJA: Precisely.

JAMIE: I’m on it, pet.

BISMUTH: You willingly let him recruit you, knowing he’s like this?

SAM: Pays well and doesn’t treat me like garbage. What can I say?

BISMUTH sighs and we hear her and KETJA walk away, their footfalls heavy with their boots on tile. JAMIE harrumphs.

JAMIE: I thought His Malcness said she was one of the more normal ones. Oh… yeah… that’s right… we can grab a wee bite here when the place opens…

SAM: Focus… we need to figure out what we’re going to tell the paps outside, as well as the Mecca corporates.

JAMIE: As far as they’re concerned, any publicity is good publicity, especially since the poor bloke didn’t die during business hours.

He hums thoughtfully.

JAMIE (shouts): Oi! Was this a bloke?

FORENSICS YUTZ (far off, bored): Signs point to “yes”.

JAMIE: Okay, so, the bloke wasn’t vivisected during business hours, so they won’t give a fuck in the end. They probably wouldn’t even give a fuck if he was, since he looks like he was the overnight caretaker, despite the fact those are some of the ones they need to give a fuck about the most…

SAM: Do you think we can spin this as an anti-immigrant attack if the paperwork’s right? Make it look like some arse got a bit carried away?

JAMIE: For now… bloody fucking Tories wouldn’t blink twice calling it an isolated incident. We can run with that as the prevailing theory. Oi, you; yeah, I’m talking to you, Brown Eyes. You got a report for me to run off?

BROWN EYES: Uh… yeah…

JAMIE: Thanks—you’re a peach.

Papers rustle.

JAMIE: Oh, good; Kate’s lot had him down as being a recent immigrant from Hyderabad with no family. This makes my life a piece of fucking cake. Might even be able to get this out of the news cycle by teatime AND not terrorize the Desis, since they have enough to fucking deal with.

SAM: Shit… yeah… anything else we can pull instead?

JAMIE: That’s what we got—might not be completely ethical, but it’s the best we got to work with. The fact he worked here might keep any nosy fucks from poking around too much.

A pause.

SAM: Okay, you actually lost me this time.

JAMIE: When was the last time you saw a headscarf in a Mecca?

A much longer pause.

SAM: Do we need to go over how many layers of stupid that was?

JAMIE: Well, do yeh?

SAM: It’s got it’s own orogeny named for it, Jamie! There’s striations! Should I go on?

JAMIE: Well, it’s not my fucking fault that the cunts couldn’t name the business for the life of them!

SAM groans loudly.

SAM (quietly): I gave up Broadland for this for fuck’s sake…

JAMIE: You’re playing Motherwell Rules now, mate.

SAM: I bet if we looked up “Motherwell Rules”, there’d be nothing about acting like a knob.

JAMIE: Look at me, Samantha… I’m a wee fucking cunt. If I don’t play the part, then I’ll be considered to be scheming, and that’s at-best. You really think I want to put ideas in their fucking heads?

SAM: Well, what would worst-case be?

JAMIE: That I’ve gone fucking soft. I plan on making this gig where I turn into the fucking bogeyman, and what sort of bogeyman’s softer than a geriatric tit?

SAM: Still, I want you to be careful, because you have the ability to insult hijabi and Irish grans who protect their permanents at the same fucking time. Jesus Christ.

JAMIE (smugly): I’m just that talented—you know that.

SAM (groaning): I guess.

She pats his shoulder.

SAM (strained): Go get ‘em. Yeah.

#fajrbismuth #The Thick of UNIT #The Thick of It #Doctor Who #fan fiction #Jamie MacDonald #Sam Cassidy #Fajr Bismuth #it still blows my mind that someone's using one of my OCs as a username lol #Major Ketja #I literally know nothing about him yet congrats #I also only know Mecca Bingo thanks to a Soothouse bit so congrats on that too #Jamie means well but he's also a feral wee gremlin

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lalahbug · 4 years

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Hidden Emotions - Levi x Reader

Fandom: Attack on Titan Word Count: 2,888

My Masterlist

Warnings/disclaim: general I wrote this before I knew about the lifespan of a Titan shifter, so that doesn’t exist in this certain fanfic, okay? Okay.

Author’s Note: continued under story Originally posted on DeviantArt, same username, on 03/05/2017. Revamped/edited in 2020.

___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 3rd person

Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting. I do not own it, found it as a free vector to use though.

Story under cut

“State your name and business.” Levi droned as someone knocked at his door.

“___, Erwin told me you wanted to see me.”

“Enter.”

___ pushed the door open and closed it lightly, she walked up to his desk and stood, until Levi glanced up at her and gestured to her to sit.

“Erwin said you had something you needed to tell me.”

“Yes.” Levi kept writing for a moment until he was done with his sentence. Oh, how he loved her patience. He put down his pen then leaned back crossing his arms across his chest. “You’ve been in the Scout Regiment, for about 4 years, correct?” She nodded. “You haven’t died but you haven’t really done anything notable,” she nodded in agreement.

’She talks less than I do. She always does her job, keeps to herself.’ Levi thought to himself.

“Erwin and I believe you have more potential. We need you to be better. Starting Monday, you’ll be a Squad Leader. Our new recruits will be under you until they die or are put into another squad.”

“Thank you very much for this opportunity,” Levi was about to say, you’re welcome. “But, I would like to decline if I can. I do not believe I would be a good leader. I’m a pawn, maybe a rook. I’m no knight such as yourself and Hange. I do not believe I could be better. I apologize.”

Levi just stared at her. He was not expecting this at all. Her eyes were as deadpanned as his. He never knew she had self-doubt like this, is this why she never did anything notable? Because she figured she can’t do more?

“You are a Squad Leader as of Monday. It has already been decided. If you have issues, you may ask any Squad Leader or Erwin. You will meet your squad Monday morning in the mess hall.”

“Yes, sir.” He saw a glint in her eyes, it was either worry or fear, it was too fast for him to tell.

“Then you’re dismissed,“ she nodded and stood up, pushed in her chair.

“Levi!” Hange busted into his room. “Oh, ___!” Hange hugged her, causing her to stiffen.

“Afternoon, Hange. Please let go.”

“I’m your best friend, who you tell everything to and I can’t even hug you!” Hange whined.

“We can talk later, I would like to go to my room.”

“Did Shorty say something weird? Like he loves you?”

“Oi!”

“Hange, even if Captain did. Nothing would happen, you know that.” ___ pulled herself out of Hange’s arm. “I’m a Squad Leader as of Monday. So I would like to get some materials. I will see you later.”

“Oh! That’s awesome! Let me know if you need anything!”

Levi’s eyes widened a bit. ___ actually smiled full-heartedly at Hange.

“Of course, Hange. I always go to you,” with that, she left. As much as Levi hates Hange, he liked having her around when he was with ___. Hange brought a side to her that Levi never saw.

“What the fuck was that about me loving her?” Levi spat at Hange.

“Well, you do. You need to start dropping hints. She’s so clueless. You’ve loved her for like three years, you always stare at her! Come on, Shorty!”

“Shut up, Shitty Glasses! God, I regret you ever figuring that out,” Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. “What did she mean, nothing would happen, even if I told her?”

“Oh that. Well, she doesn’t want a relationship. She doesn’t see a point since she’s in the Regiment. Knowing that she’ll die and leave her lover behind.” Hange paused and looked down. “The thought of it, makes her almost cry. It’s the first time I ever saw her eyes water.”

“I doubt she’ll die anytime soon. She’s the only one who ever survives when her squad dies. She’s outlived many of her Squad Leaders.”

“It’s a bit strange if you think about it. How does she always survive? It’s like she’s a titan like Eren.” Hange chuckled a bit, before realizing that wasn’t actually too bad of an explanation.

“If she is, why would she be here for so long? You’ve known her since you were both young adults.”

“Huh.” Hange tapped her chin. “I want to ask her now. I wonder if she’ll lie or not. Her eyes do a weird shake like thing when she lies or is nervous.”

“Let me know how that goes, now get out,” Levi grumbled while getting back to his paperwork. Hange left his office, closing the door. “How would I drop hints when she’s so impervious with her emotions?” he mumbled to himself.

Levi was walking towards ___’s room. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but he had been going to her room every night. To check on her, make sure she was okay. Sometimes he would sit in her room if she was tossing and turning.

Cracking her door open to see if she was in bed, for once in the past 5 weeks, she wasn’t. Also, a first, her room was a mess, papers and books were everywhere. Confused, Levi walked into her room, picking up one of the books, it was about leadership.

“She is actually freaking out. That’s cute,” Levi placed the book back where it was, ignoring the mess, he went to go find her. It’s not his mess to clean, he’d make her clean it instead.

She was pacing outside with a book in her hand, she flipping through the pages. She made a small groan before leaning back on a tree and sliding down it to sit. Staring up at the canopy, stars peeping through the leaves.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” ___ snapped her gaze over to Levi.

“Evening, Heichou.” Levi paused as he noticed a slight blush on her cheeks before she looked back up. “The sky is beautiful tonight, it’s been awhile since I’ve been outside this late,“ she mainly whispered to herself.

“You haven’t answered my question.” Levi stood in front of her, she looked from the sky to him.

“I know, as I am now. I can’t be a Squad Leader. I don’t have the confidence, the only time I can be aggressive is when I notice someone about to die. I do everything I can. I even lost my foot that one time. I can’t do this on my own. Hange is going to help me more tomorrow, but I figured I could do my own studying and research in the meantime. I got upset at myself, so I came outside to read.”

Levi stared at her, as she rambled, this is the most he had ever heard her talk in one go. Maybe this is the side that Hange always got to see. The one Hange said he’d love. Her sweet and worrying, a bit scared but wanting to fight side.

“Why?” she looked at Levi.

“What?”

“What do you guys see in me? Just because I can stay alive, doesn’t mean I am worth anything.”

“___.” Levi squatted down in front of her. “Being able to stay alive out there, is a rare thing. You’ve got something that makes it so you fight harder. Erwin wants you to pass that one to others. So we can keep more people.”

“What if I can’t?”

“Then we’ll keep losing people. You can make great split decisions, many which have saved us before. You’ll be a fine leader.”

“Do you really think so, Levi?” ___ sat up more, looking into his eyes, trying to read him.

Levi was so happy to hear his name roll off her tongue, for the first time. His heart twinged at her cute, sad, worried (e/c) eyes.

“Yes,” he gave her a small smirk, which caused her to blush, lean back and look back up. Levi noticed this. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

As Levi leaned towards her, before something clicked in his mind. “Early, you said you lost a foot. Which one?”

She looked back at him, her eyes shook slightly. “My right, I meant almost lost. Sorry about the confusion.” Her normal tone was back, she was closing back up. Levi studied her for a moment, she was lying.

“You suck at lying.”

“If I lost a foot, it wouldn’t be in my boot, right now.”

Levi put a hand on her arm, in case she tried to escape. “Unless you’re a titan, like Eren.”

She glared at him for a moment. “You’re being stupid,“ she smacked his hand and stood up. “I’m going to bed.” Levi pushed her up against the tree, pinning her by her wrist. “Get off me.”

“Stop lying to me.”

“What difference does it make to you? Whether I am a titan or not? I’m still ___.”

“If you’re a titan, you’ve been deceiving us all, you could have helped. You have let all of us down, by letting hundreds die.” Levi spat at her. Her eyes widened. “Plus, you’ve outlived everyone in your squads. How have you been doing that? What are you hiding?” Levi growled at her when she didn’t answer him. “You’re a fucking disgrace,” Levi gripped her by the front of her shirt, starting to walk and dragging her.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going to Erwin. Now.”

“I’m sorry.” Levi turned his head to look at her, meeting her fist.

By the time he opened his eyes. She was gone.

Levi burst into Hange’s room. “___’s gone!” Hange jumped out of bed.

“What do you mean gone?!”

“I confronted her. She’s a titan. When dragging her to Erwin. She punched me and disappeared.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to her about it? You’ve scared her off, Shorty! We could have talked it out then talked to Erwin!” Hange was shaking Levi by the shoulders. Before letting go and quickly pulling on some shoes.

“Where are you going?!” Levi chased after her.

“To find, ___! She’s my best friend; titan, and lair, but she’s still my dearest friend! And if you truly loved her, you wouldn’t have been such an ass!” Hange ran out of the building. Levi groaned as his heart ached and chased after Hange.

___ was sitting on top of the Rose Wall. Staring down at the titans below, out in the distance. The wind was blowing her hair around. She wanted to jump down and transform, run far away. But at the same time, she wanted to run into Hange’s arms, cling to her. She put her hands over her ears and curled up, trying to not cry. She had no right to cry, she had lied to everyone for almost 15 years. She brought this upon herself, she just wanted to be a human and live and die among them. She had never thought of helping them, there wasn’t an urge until 5 years ago. But even if she would have tried to help, she probably would have been killed. That is what she had always thought until Eren came along. She always tried to help, only transforming when she knew there was no other choice.

Screams of her fallen comrades flooded her mind, she broke down crying. Curling up even tighter, rocking back and forth. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. Hange was kneeling next to her, with a small smile.

___ nearly jumped on Hange, crying and clinging to her. Of course, Hange just held ___. Hange knew all of her hiding spots. Now that Hange knew her best friend was a titan, this certain hiding spot, made a lot more sense.

Levi stared at ___, he had never seen her cry, saw her broken looks but never a tear. He could hear her gasping for air as she clung to Hange, mumbling sorry over and over. She’s beautiful, even while crying.

___ pushed away from Hange, sitting on her knees and rubbing her eyes, trying to stop crying. “I’m sorry I never told you. I could have helped you. I could have helped humanity. I’m so sorry. I lied to you for nearly 15 years. I don’t deserve a friend like you,” she was starting to hiccup from crying so much. Hange threw a glare over her shoulder to Levi, who looked away from her glare.

“You’re my best friend. I understand why you never told me or anyone. If you would have when our world wasn’t getting worse. They likely would have killed you.” Hange looked at ___, who was still trying to stop herself from crying. “Until everything with Eren, even if you would have told me. I would have kept it secret with you, in fear of you being killed. You’ve never hurt anyone that didn’t attack you first. Even titans. You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known. In fear of letting anyone down, you’ve held back and been under the radar in fear of having to explain yourself.” Hange hugged ___ as the tears finally stopped.

“I can’t get their screams out of my head. My last squad. An abnormal attacked, I didn’t want to lose them. After two got ate, I transformed. But they ran from me in fear, which made them die. Even at my strongest, I fail. I’m such a disgrace, I can’t do this Hange. I should have never entered the city.”

“I know the screams won’t stop. You’ve always had them, since your first expedition. You’ve been telling me that for years.” Hange rubbed her back. Levi just stared at her. Feeling guilty for the words he had spat at his love beforehand.

“Hange, I want to die now.”

Hange smack ___ across the face. “Don’t you say that shit!” ___ laughed a bit, Hange smiled. ___ then noticed Levi and crawled behind Hange so he could no longer see her. Levi clicked his tongue before walking over and gripping ___ by the arm. Pulling her to her feet, his tight grip making her squeak a bit.

“You punched me really hard you know.”

“You were dragging me off. I claim self-defense.”

“You still have to pay for the pain you did to my head.”

“Fine, I’ll clean the stables.”

“No.” With one tug, he crashed his lips onto hers. She squeaked and pushed him away. Hange clapped.

“Finally!” Hange cheered.

“Shut up!”

“What?” ___ looked at both of them.

Hange popped up and kissed ___ on the cheek. “When you’re done. I want to talk before you see Erwin. I’ll leave you to lover boy, for now,“ Hange walked off.

“I am very confused.” ___ glanced at Hange walking away then at Levi’s hand on her arm. “Can you let go?”

“Will you stay?” she gave him a small nod and he let go of her arm. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. They were basically the same height, so Levi just leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to hers for a small second.

“I thought you hated me.”

“Because of what I said earlier?” she looked away. “I’m not good with my emotions. I’ve loved you for 3 years. I was about to kiss you before my fucking brain clicked what you said.” Levi put a hand on her face, pressing his cooling hand against her warm cheek that Hange had smacked. “I’m sorry. Let’s head back,” she nodded, staring at him for a moment before heading down the wall.

While walking back, Levi wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

___ looked at Levi, with a confused look.

“Would you fucking say something instead of just staring at me? You’re starting to piss me off.”

“You love me?”

He clicked his tongue. “That’s why I kissed you.”

“I thought you knew about me being a titan and no longer trusted me. That’s why you were checking on me every night.” Levi started blushing a bit. “But you did that because you love me?”

Levi coughed. “So you knew? And yes that’s why.” He stopped and stood in front of her. Putting a hand on her cheek again, running a thumb over her cheekbone and smirked as she started blushing. She glanced at his lips then back at his eyes. “Oi, brat.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Brat? You’re like 5 years older than me,“ she scoffed at him.

Levi rolled his eyes before kissing her, moving his hand to the back of her neck, to deepen the kiss. ___ bowed her body into his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Levi pulled away a bit.

“You still haven’t really replied to my confession.”

“I like you.”

Levi clicked his tongue in frustration. “Fucking brat.”

She gave him a small smirk before giving him a light kiss. “Old perv.”

“Tch.” picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. “I’ll teach you how to respect your elders.”

“Put me down!” She ordered him.

“I don’t take orders from you, bitch.” Levi smacked her ass, earning a small yelp.

“I have a feeling my lesson, isn’t going to be something I would ever learn in school.”

“Your lesson is only to be taught by me. The lesson you need to learn right now, can’t be taught with words… only with action.” A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he heard the female make a loud gulp.

Author’s Note: continued Also Levi is a bit OOC. I really disliked this fanfic when I wrote it. But it got positive feedback years ago, so I guess it’s decent but still. I am sorry for this shit.

#attack on titan #aot #aot fic #levi x reader #levi/reader #levi ackerman #shifter!reader #fanfic #fanficition #lalahbug #lalah writes #reader insert #xreader #self insert

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lins-fandom-hub · 5 years

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Music Locked Away (Barnaby Lee X OC MC)

(I’m gonna try my hand at a one-shot on Tumblr--it won’t be perfect, but I’ll give it my best shot. This would be based off of my OC on Hogwarts Mystery and some personal experience.)

Since I brought it up to Professor McGonagall one day that I could play the piano, she thought it fit for me to have access to a room that not many students know about--a piano room on the seventh floor of the castle, housing a polished black grand piano that I could only imagine playing on since I started learning the instrument at home. The sight of the instrument made me want to cry for joy when I first saw it--it was as if she unlocked before me a part of home I thought I’d left behind. Ever since Jacob’s disappearance, I have taken it upon myself to work hours a day in front of the black and white keys, losing myself in the tunes of famous classical composers that soothed me and rooted me to reality. Soon, music became such an integral part of my life, I couldn’t imagine a day without it.

Of course, only a few of my friends know of my musical talents. I would admit that I wasn’t the best, and that was why I kept this fact in the dark as we searched for the Cursed Vaults. Locating all these Cursed Vaults felt rewarding, I would admit, but with every year that passed, I felt like my efforts were fruitless and all for naught. The longer the search went on for my brother, the farther I felt he was drifting from me. The piano was the only way I could keep my problems at bay, and imagine, even if for a moment, that he was still at home.

One night following the stressful O.W.L.s, I was in the piano room, playing on the piano as usual with my results paper sitting right by the stand. My fingers were on autopilot tonight as they glided gracefully over the piano, playing a waltz I knew only too well. I was so engrossed in the music, admittedly, that I didn’t notice the door opening and closing as someone came in.

It wasn’t until I finished when I saw him, a small smile playing on his face.

“I had no idea you were a pianist, Clara.”

I watched as Barnaby crossed the room, his eyes trained on the piano before he sat beside me on the piano bench. Under typical circumstances, I would have been glad to see him--after all, he was one of my closest friends. But tonight, I felt a little self-conscious. How much of my music did he hear?

“How did you--how did you find me here?” I asked him carefully.

Barnaby shrugged in response. “Luck, I guess. I heard the piano music while I was getting out of a tutor session in Charms with Rowan, so I thought I’d check it out.” He also pointed to the keyhole at the door. “I didn’t even have to look twice in there to recognize you.”

Oh. I felt a strange heat blossom over my cheeks when he said this, and shuffled my feet a bit on the ground, the soles of my shoes lightly brushing over the pedals. “I see.”

It didn’t help that he was sitting so close to me. The lingering scent of sandalwood and fresh laundry wafted through the space between us--a scent I got so familiar with from the many times I burrowed my face into the grey sweater he gifted me so long ago. Since we became friends in third year, I was quick to recognize his strength and power, but one thing that really stood out to me was his protectiveness. His willingness to take the blows that were meant for me, to sacrifice himself so I would be safe...no one had ever done this for me. I was so touched by it that eventually, I started to develop a crush on him.

Of course, only a few of my friends really knew about that as well.

“How long have you played?” he asked me then.

I shrugged in response. I didn’t really feel ready to talk about this openly with anyone--not even with the boy I trusted so much. “Well...I started when I was little,” I eventually started. “I always loved letting loose at the piano. It was one way I could let go of all my problems in life. Jacob used to make fun of me every time I made a mistake, but all in good fun.” I removed my hands from the keys, but I couldn’t find it in me to look at Barnaby.

“He used to tease me about my inclination with music, but he didn’t mind it. In fact, he enjoyed hearing me play as much as I enjoyed actually playing the piano,” I said. “It got harder when he left, though. After his expulsion, when he disappeared...everything just felt emptier without him around. The music...” I gestured to the piano weakly. “It felt like it lost its life.”

For a moment, Barnaby remained silent, only nodding as he heard me explain the story behind the music. Then he asked, “So why do you keep playing?”

“Because to me, music holds a sort of transcendental value. It brings emotion to all of us, even when we don’t feel it. But it also reminds me of the times Jacob used to be around. He’d tease me, yeah, but we bonded over it,” I murmured.

What I didn’t expect then was for Barnaby to move away from the bench. “Can you play something for me?”

This was normally the part where I would say no. I didn’t really want to showcase this part of me--this vulnerable part of me--to the world, and especially not to him. After seeing how I could win every duel and brave through every adventure with the Cursed Vaults, the last thing I wanted was for everyone to know that I cried over my brother through the piano. But I couldn’t resist Barnaby’s puppy eyes. Admittedly, they were the only thing I couldn’t say no to.

So I nodded, choosing a rather touching piece my brother really enjoyed--a Chopin nocturne.

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The melancholic melody rang through the keys, my fingers acting on their own accord as I recalled the song my brother loved so much. Memories soon sprang to the forefront of my mind--the time he taunted me with a Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum while I was trying to perfect this piece, blowing bubbles so big he’d pop them obnoxiously once in a while; all the times he sang the melody in a high falsetto making me laugh...so many memories, not as fond at the time, but so sweet now, and almost completely forgotten with his disappearance. Deep breaths entered my body as I played, oblivious to Barnaby standing there watching me curiously, a look of concentration and interest graced over his face. When at long last the final note sounded through the room, I glanced up at him, eyebrows slightly raised, only to see tears brimming in his emerald eyes.

“That was...” He wiped his tears quickly with his fingers and went over to me, hugging me so suddenly it would have knocked me off my feet had I been standing. Instead, I just hugged him back, admittedly a little stunned.

“Not horrible?” I asked, chuckling slightly.

Barnaby chuckled as well, shaking his head. “It was beautiful. I’m sure your brother would have loved it so much.”

I only nodded again as I held him tighter, the scent and his aura calming me. A few tears leaked from my own eyes as well, but for once, I felt glad someone was there to hear the music I’ve kept locked away for so long.

Some time in the near future, Jacob would come back and tease me again about my music. But for now, I would continue to work hard so that one day, he would hear it and love it too--as much as Barnaby said he would have.

This was literally written while I have a major block--I kind of knew what I was going to write but it didn’t really turn out the way I planned it. I’m sure a lot of us can relate to that.

But oh well--this is my first written work on Tumblr!

I have more stories on my Wattpad--you can follow me there (-fromthehallows is my username) to see more of my stories. I write a lot of fanfictions, mostly, from HPHM to Miraculous Ladybug to Big Hero 6 and The Hunger Games. Not sure if I’m ever going to write something original, but we’ll see.

Anyway, that’s all from me for now. I’m gonna sign off before this gets too long.

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[This is a supernatural Fandomless adult theme side blog for all the oc/canon characters I rp. As well as a made up town so supernatural beings can be safe. I have no lore about the town so you don’t have to worry about rules or anything like that. The reason I’m doing this is, because I don’t want it to clutter my blogs with the verses and other things as well. Now the rules, and more reasoning as to why this blog is the way it is.] Now here are the rules for the blog: -These icons, images, and gifs are not owned by me. They belong there there original creator/respected owners. There are some I made, and taken from official manga, but I rather not address them, due to laziness. -My fandom (FGO/Arknights) muses are in a modern verse. So know they are not the same person as they would be in there world. They are different people with different lives. -Same for my fandom Ocs (Quinn and Dimitri), and if you have come from another blog to rp with them, then know you have three verses to pick from. -Everything on this blog is not connected or canon to my other blogs. (eternal-servants-of-old, and asexual-incubus.) -The blog has city of it’s own. So know that if we rp I might think we are setting it there with out talking or plotting about it before hand. - This blog is very OC friendly. Give me your ocs please! I want to see the ocs you wrote so hard to make. -This is a multi-muse/multi verse blog. No cheating will happen on here, and each ship is set in there own universe. - Okay it’s a adult blog for both themes and the characters ages. This blog will deal of themes of drinking, smoking, consensual sex, light bullying from some character’s bio, and one of my oc has a past abusive relationship. These will be tagged in there bios. 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But if you still don’t see anything you want to be addressed, then go to my inbox to remind me or to see if I’m down or not writing it. -Kinks: bondage, tentacles, boob job, blow jobs, handjob, blindfolds, light spanking, chocking, riding, mutual masturbation, masturbation, pegging, crossdressing, toys, phone sex, humiliation, monsters (Depends), NSFW Audio, edging, lingerie, quick/long orgasm, threesomes, begging, teasing, light dirty talk, overstimulation, more then one round of sex, biting/marking, size difference, after care, and vanilla. -Kinks that get passes from me, but I will not write it a lot: Angry sex (consensual on both people), Woman with normal sizes or small male members, Guys with a lower female part. (I am not writing the slay terms you can’t make me.) - The ones above will be tagged as //not for your eyes as well as under keep reading. 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#rules #//i think I got everything?#//moving it as a post so I don't delete by mistake.

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