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Respect ~ Thomas Shelby x Reader

Hi guys! This is my first time writing anything related to Peaky Blinders. I haven’t fully edited it and just kind of threw it together when a thought popped into my head so it might not be the best haha. It’s just a preview of a story I’m planning on writing in full but I was wondering if I should continue it or not. Please let me know!

“You can change in my office, no one will disturb you,” Tommy reassured as he walked towards the office door and opened it.

My mouth became slightly ajar as embarrassment at the informality filled me. I just wanted to change in the comfort of my own home, but now I had no other choice but to change in the office of my boss. What a day.

I swallowed my pride, more like embarrassment but I digress, and I carefully turned to grab the hanger my dress hung on. I shuffled through some of my things in search of my makeup and quickly took a chance to peek over at Tommy from behind me. He stood leisurely at the door. One foot propping the door open while his hands were busy lighting a cigarette. I looked over his attire. His formal grey herringbone suit fitted him nicely, the white collar of his shirt rested on his neck with a blue tie wrapped around it. The tie was tucked into his grey vest that wrapped around his torso snugly. The lapels of his suit laid over him hiding his gun underneath. His signature peaked cap sat upon his head with a warm wool coat over his shoulders. Truly dressed for the occasion, looking confident, handsome. Making me all the more on edge. I thought with a shaky breath escaping my lips.

I soon caught his intense gaze and quickly averted my eyes as I collected the rest of my things. I turned around and slowly approached the office door. He looked down at me from behind his eyelashes as he exhaled the drag he just took.

I held my breath from nervousness as I passed him in the doorway.

“Go on now Ms. (Y/L/N), we don’t want to be late do we,” he questioned, but as with everything he said, it came out as more of an statement than a question. I nodded to myself as I heard the door slowly close behind me, a soft click assuring me of my privacy.

I released the breath I forgot I was holding and laid my dress onto the guest chair in front of Tommy’s desk. I quickly undressed at the thought of Tommy impatiently waiting for me outside the door. I unbuttoned my blouse, the cool air in the room caressing my exposed skin. My cheeks immediately flushed as the idea creeped into my mind that anyone could walk in at any moment. That Tommy could walk in at any moment. My body heated up as my mind reeled with ideas of what could follow this moment. Tommy throwing open the door, pulling me in, hands running up the sides of my body, ripping off whatever clothes remained over me. But I quickly shook the thoughts away, however persistent they are.

I took my dress off the hanger. It’s a deep blue bias cut dress made of silk, it was low cut exposing my back. It was something I usually couldn’t afford but I happened to get it cheap from a friend of mine who visited London and went to one of Mr. Sabini’s clubs. She said she met someone there who was more than willing to spoil her for a few nights alone. I wished she didn’t need to stoop so low as to allow greedy men to use her. But as women in a man’s world, she doesn’t have much choice. She always tells me how lucky I am to have such a respectful boss. Her words replayed in my mind and guilt racked through me every time I wished for him to be anything but respectful to me.

I sighed and shook off the thought as I pulled the dress on, trying to focus. It stalled around my hips and I shimmied my way into it. The dress was a bit snug, maybe a bit too tight showing off a bit more of my curvature than I would prefer, but it worked. I tugged on my heels and quickly applied a bit of makeup. I never had an affinity towards it so I stayed with a more natural look, a bit of powder, eyeliner, mascara, and only a light rouge lipstick deepening my lips in the shape of a cupids bow.

I was ready to leave but my curiosity itched at me as I reminded myself that I’ve never been in his office alone before. Occasionally, Lizzie would have me come into the office to set some papers on the desk for Tommy to review later, but those were for only mere moments. Now I truly got a chance to survey the room.

The deep mahogany wood was quite intimidating as you entered the room. Even though we were still in the broken down throws of Birmingham, it felt as though you were in the office of a high member of the King’s court. Not the kind of room you would think the Peaky Blinders would be in a few years ago. They truly had worked their way up, and from the impression Tommy gives, this is only the beginning.

I lifted myself on the pads of my feet so as to not make a sound and slowly approached his desk. Fear and excitement filled me, it felt as though I was breaking a cardinal rule, which in a way I was. So, I treaded lightly as though the desk may attack me at any moment catching me red handed. I walked around and hesitantly placed a hand upon his green office chair. It was smooth, and seemingly stiff. I rolled the chair back slightly, cringing as it creaked on the floor. I awaited an inpatient response from outside of the room but none came, so I proceeded to delicately place myself upon the chair.

The chair was much more comfortable than I imagined. In contrast to Tommy’s rough exterior it seemed he enjoyed small comforts. My eyes scanned over his desk, a few papers laid about, my eyes becoming drawn to the light that peaked through the blinds of the windows, the orange hue alerting that the sun was going down. I finally pulled my eyes to look over the room from where Tommy usually sat.

The room looked much warmer from where Tommy sat. The position of power in the room shifted and seemed to be centered around his desk. Instead of my previous feeling of intimidation in front of the desk, from behind I felt pride, power, comfort. Odd.

“You nearly finished there Ms. (Y/L/N)?” Tommy’s voice questioned as a soft but demanding knock resounded.

I shot up from the desk and carefully shuffled my way towards the door. I lowered my heels back to the ground and took a deep breath before opening the office door. I spotted Tommy leaning expectantly on the archway of the office, cigarette still hanging from his mouth.

“I’m ready Mr. Shelby,” I asserted formally. Praying my voice didn’t give away my nervousness.

I watched as his eyes turned to me, slowly dragging up and down my figure. I felt myself heat up under his gaze. I thanked myself for not applying any rouge to my cheeks as I’m sure they were already flushed red. I scanned his face for any sort of reaction. But Tommy stood stoically as usual, if he was thinking anything he didn’t give it away.

He pushed himself off the archway placing one hand in his pocket and the other grasping his cigarette. I watched as he approached Lizzie’s desk and put it out in an ashtray that was there. He turned to me and stalked towards me slowly. Nervousness filled me, my heart racing as he got closer.

He was only a few inches away from me, I could smell the faint scent of cologne and smoke. He stared me in the eyes as he spun his finger in a small circle.

“Turn around for me,” He directed.

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion. He held an unrelenting gaze and I hesitantly turned around towards the office door. Unladylike thoughts began reemerging as I heard a slight shuffling from behind me. Soon hands grazed over my neck, a small gasp escaping my lips. His hands pushed my hair to the side and I soon felt something cold rest across my collarbone. I placed my hand on my chest, feeling the rise and fall, and lifted the object. My eyes widened at the diamonds that now reseted in my hands.

I was so distracted that I barely noticed his hands brush over me for the last time as he finished clasping the necklace. I whipped around with wide eyes, my lips parted in shock, ready to reject this gift as it was not something I was comfortable accepting. This was worth much more than I was for Christ's sake.

But before I could refute he extended a hand towards me.

“To the opera we go then, eh?” Tommy interrupted my thoughts, his voice slightly amused by my reaction. I felt a knot in my throat, telling me that any noise that attempted to come out would sound strained.

So, I straightened up, took his hand, and off we went.

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HOW TO PUT YOUR MASTERLIST IN YOUR DESCRIPTION

Here’s a tutorial for something that I’ve been asked quite a bit. I added photos to make steps super clear. If there is any confusion, please drop me an ask and I’ll figure it out and edit the post accordingly!

1. Make your Masterlist. Create a text post and title it how you would like. If you want you can add some subtitles underneath, but we’ll get to that later.

2. Post the text post.

3. Scroll over the top right corner of the text post, and the corner should animate like it’s folding. Click on the corner and it will take you to your blog with the post and it’s URL. Keep this window open.

4. Type in yourblogname.tumblr.com into a new window. When you get to the front page of your blog, up at the top right should be a button with an eyeball icon that is labelled “Edit Theme.” Click it!

5. On the left side of your screen, the editing panel will open for customization. Go to the section titled “Description.” Write whatever you’d like here, and in the next step we’ll get to adding in your Masterlist.

6. This is where it gets a little tricky. Go back and open the window that has the URL to your text post (the one in step 3)

7. Copy and paste this string of characters into your bio to create the link for your Masterlist: <a href=post/149093670988/masterlist>MASTERLIST</a>

***PLEASE NOTE: This will not work unless you remove the segment that says post/149093670988 and put in the segment from the URL for YOUR text post and fill that spot in. This is the link for MY text post for MY blog and you will have different numbers, so you need to make that change. If you want the link to be titled something different in your description, instead of “MASTERLIST”, put whatever you want the title to appear as in your description in that part of the character string. Do not leave any spaces, format it EXACTLY like it is above or it will not work.***

8. Save your changes by clicking the button at the top of the customization bar.

9. Open a new window with yourblogname.tumblr.com as the URL. CLICK THE NEW LINK IN YOUR BIO TO MAKE SURE THAT IT WORKS! If it does not, then you might have made an error with the string of characters. Make sure that it follows the exact format that I’ve posted in step 7.

AUTHOR NOTE: Every time I make a change to the description of my blog (even if it doesn’t affect the string of characters), the Masterlist link stops working and becomes normal text in my description instead of a link. Every time you make a description change you have to delete the string of characters and paste it back in again. It’s annoying, but I do not know how to fix it, so just a heads up!

10. To add your fics/writing posts/etc into the Masterlist, you must edit the text post you made in step 1.

This is done by either going to the URL page with your text post (as done in step 3):

Going to the bottom of the text post and clicking the icon that looks like a gear, and selecting edit:

11. This is the step where we attach the link. Nobody likes to see a big ugly complete URL in their Masterlist. There is a way to embed the link within words so that people can click on the words and it takes them to the piece. Usually people use the title of their work, but you can write whatever you’d like for the link to be embedded in.

Highlight the text with your mouse, and the tumblr text editing bar will appear. You want to click the icon that looks like a diagonal infinity symbol.

12. When you click that icon, a bar will appear. This is where you paste the URL of your fic/writing piece/aesthetic/whatever. Post your writing, and use the folding corner method” from step 3 to get the URL of the post. Copy and paste this into the bar.

13. Click “Done”, and save your updated Masterlist. The link from your bio will always update when you update the Masterlist manually, so you don’t need to fiddle with the link in your bio every time you update the post to include a new fic.

There you go! Hopefully that helps people out with how to make your Masterlist and put it in your description, as well as how to add your writing onto it without pasting the full URL. Good luck to you and if there is any confusion, message or ask me!

Much love, as always. <3

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Mobile Masterlist

This is my Mobile Masterlist for any fan-fiction or stories I post on Tumblr!

If you’d like to see the original novel’s that I’m currently working on please head to my Navigation page and head to my WIPs section. Happy reading!

Peaky Blinders

Respect ~ Thomas Shelby x Reader

Attack On Titan

How It All Began (Original Setting Starter)

HIAB ~ Part 1 ~

HIAB ~ Part 2 ~

~I will keep up to date with my writings on this page for mobile users!~

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How It All Began ~ Part 2

Start here! : How It All Began ~ Part 1

I was awakened by a few resounding knocks on my door.

“Get up cadets!” A female voice spoke. “This morning's training starts in ten minutes! If you want breakfast you better hurry up and get outside!” She advised.

I placed my hand flat over my stomach as it grumbled lightly.

“Damn I’m hungry,” I whispered to myself.

I heard the same voice bounding down the hallway, repeating her same warning. And she was smart for it, food would pull any of these cadets out of bed. Including myself.

I sat up and proceeded to stand up and stretch before turning around. My bed had been made a mess throughout the night with my tossing and turning. I looked over to my backpack that I must have knocked over in the night as it was laying carefully on the ground.

~Should I change?~ I thought to myself. But quickly decided against it seeing as I was going to end up sweating anyways.

I grabbed a brush from my bad and combed through my hair, tying it up nicely when I was done. I then tugged my boots onto my feet and tied them tightly so I wouldn’t trip in training. I grabbed my cadet jacket that was laying messily on the bed and pulled it over my arms.

~I really need to clean this mess up~ I thought as I quickly made my bed and put my backpack over my desk chair.

Once that was done I approached my door and proceeded to turn the golden knob. It clicked as it unhooked from its hinge, creaking as the door was pulled back, and I soon stepped into the hallway.

As I began walking to go outside I noticed the hallways were much brighter now. Things around us were much more visible as light shone through the windows. There were a few framed paintings on the walls as I walked along. Beautiful imagery of trees, sunlight, the landscape we lived in. I couldn’t help but wonder if these were taken in or outside of the walls.

I paused as I saw a beautiful painting of an ocean. Or was it a river? My practicality made me assume it was inside the walls. But the water seemed never ending in the painting. The sun was peeking out brightly over the blue water, reflecting over the surface. There was no way this was inside the walls.

Was this a way to excite us? I’m unsure. But it sure did excite me, and made me want to see what outside of the walls had to offer.

I reluctantly began to walk away from the enchanting painting. As I continued I turned my head and glanced out a passing window and saw as all the cadets were outside already, stretching and talking with a few of the older scouts.

I guess I was late.

Shit.

I tried to quietly run to the door that would lead me to the training area. My footsteps were quiet but my movements were quick, and I was almost there when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to a halt.

“(Y/N)! Good morning! Good to see you! How are you doing?” Squad Leader Hange happily spoke.

I turned to look at her face and was slightly stunned. She had a cheshire cat smile across her face, and to add to that her goggles made her eyes look abnormally large.

I stepped back and she released her arm as I saluted her.

“Good morning Squad Leader Hange,” I spoke with a soft smile. She passively waved me off.

“Oh you don’t need to do all that foo foo formal stuff, just call me Hange,” She spoke as she extended her hand out to me.

I reluctantly shook it. Not because I wasn’t welcoming of the idea of having a more laid back superior, I just wasn’t used to it. Throughout training we were taught to be completely respectful of our superiors. Always salute when greeted, always speak to them in their formal titles. Don’t joke, don’t act childish.

This was certainly new.

“Ok...It’s nice to meet you Hange,” I softly spoke with a smile. She squealed slightly before pinching my cheeks.

“Awe! You’re so cute! You remind me of my Albert,” She proclaimed, slight sadness lacing her voice. “Bless his poor soul.” She wiped a small tear from her eyes.

~Albert?~ I thought, scrunching my nose in confusion.

I laughed awkwardly and patted her arm as my face was stretched in odd directions.

Luckily, my savior arrived as someone pried Hange away from my face.

“C’mon we need to go start preparations for today’s experiments,” A concerned voice spoke. I looked up to see it as none other than Moblit.

“Yes! I almost forgot, (Y/N) would you like to join us in our preparations?” Hange asked me, that cheshire smile returning to her face.

“I would love to Co...Hange, but I have training this morning which I’m sure I’m already super late for,” I spoke regretfully.

“Well poo,” She declared. “How about after your training I’ll take you to see my recent inventions, hm?” She practically pleaded, as she was filled with a sudden burst of excitement.

“Ok I’ll meet you then,” I agreed, giving her a thumbs up. She smiled at me wildly, but then almost immediately changed expression into one of seriousness as she turned sharply on her heel.

“Come Moblit, we have discoveries to make,” Her voice boomed down the hallway as she walked off. Moblit ran behind her, trying to catch up while whispering under his breath ‘please give me a break.’

~Poor guy~ I laughed lightly at Hange’s antics. ~I have a feeling we’re going to get along quite well.~

“Shit!” I exclaimed, realizing how much time I wasted.

~I’m in for it now, I’m in deep shit. Deep, deep shit~

I quickly ran outside. I strode across the training field to where the rest of the recently ‘graduated’ cadets were still standing. They all turned their heads to stare at me. I shyly turned my head down slightly and stood on the outer part of the group.

“Ah, so we have a late riser,” A voice spoke. I searched for the source of the voice as I watched all the cadets eyes, following an unseen figure approaching me.

An older looking man appeared as he confidently walked over to me. He was relatively tall and sported an odd hairstyle. I glanced at his attire, which was nothing unusual to other military members I’d seen, he had a cravat that was tucked into a collared shirt. He had his regiment jacket on with the wings of freedom shining bright in the early morning sun.

“Late to training with me? The infamous Oruo Bozard? Tch,” Genuine shock exuded out of him as he turned around and walked back in front of the group.

~Wait, Oruo Bozard? I remember that name. But from what?~

Suddenly it hit me. All throughout training at the cadet base, Eren went on and on about the members of the Special Operations Squad, otherwise known as the Levi Squad, and how incredibly talented they were. Not going to lie, I tuned out after about the tenth time he brought it up.

I peered around a fellow cadet’s shoulder and saw a short girl, not much older than us, with red hair, sporting the same regiment jacket as her comrade. I watched as she raised an eyebrow cocked towards her arrogant friend.

~That must be Petra Ral!~

Shock filled me. Two members of the Levi Squad were personally taking the time to train us. Now I kind of did feel guilty for being late.

“To make it clear, you cadets aren’t even close to my level,” Oruo spoke cockily.

I rolled my eyes. ~Nevermind.~

“And if you want to get even close to me, it’s going to take a lot of work,” He continued as he sized up one of the smaller recruits. And damn did that recruit look terrified.

“A lot of work,” Oruo reiterated as the young cadet looked down at himself, panicked.

Oruo, after intimidating the young cadet for what seemed like ten minutes, turned his attention back over to me.

“And you sure as hell won’t make any progress by being late to training,” He concluded. Getting oddly close to me in an attempt to unnerve me.

“Alright, why don’t you stop flirting with the girl Oruo,” Petra joked as she placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back slightly.

“Is that jealousy I hear Petra dear? If you want me all to yourself you just have to say so,” Oruo flirted, eyes narrowing in an attempt to look more sensual.

Petra pulled her hand away from his shoulder as if he were made of acid. Her nose scrunching up in disgust.

“In your dreams,” She sneered. He winked back at her and she scoffed, trying to hold her composure. But it was quite obvious with smoke practically shooting out of her ears, that would not last long if he kept that up.

“Moving on,” She stated clearly as she glared at Oruo. “What my comrade here was trying to explain was that this training is very important. We all know that you guys were forced to come early. So we’ve tried to prepare a more difficult training course than you’re used to, to prepare you for our next expedition.”

Shuffling of feet in anxiety was heard next to me. You could practically feel the fear in the air surrounding us as Petra continued onward. The idea of an upcoming expedition is exactly what we’d all been dreading. All of us blissfully unaware of when we were actually departing from the comfort of inside the walls.

“So now that that’s covered let’s get started, ten laps around the perimeter of the base to warm up,” Petra commanded.

A few groans were heard but we all began to jog. Right as I began to pull away from Oruo and Petra’s location I heard Petra scold Oruo.

“You’ve got to stop with this act, is it your attempt at mimicking the Captain?” She questioned.

Luckily I missed his response as I got furth enough away.

~So that’s what the Captain is like? I sure hope that’s not true, I wonder how Petra handles two Oruo’s in the squad.~

I chuckled to myself and looked up towards the building as I rounded a corner. And I could have sworn I saw a figure surveying us as we ran. Chills ran up my spine, feeling as though the person’s stare was shooting through me.

But by the time I came around for my second lap the figure was gone.

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After a long day of cleaning our gear, practicing with our 3DMG, listening to detailed lectures, and much more ‘fun’ stuff, we finally finished.

The sun was still up, barely holding on to it’s morning light as it prepared to descend into darkness as night loomed on.

We all trudged up the dirt path back to base. There we’re so little of us. Such a small, inexperienced group of cadets, and I didn’t even know any of them. I recognized a few from training but I had never properly spoken to them, let alone introduced myself. My chest ached for my friends that I missed dearly.

~Hopefully I will see them soon.~

A loud panting was heard from next to me. I looked over to see a female cadet that was struggling to breathe, from what I assumed was our exhausting training session.

“Are you alright?” I asked her politely, patting her back lightly. She looked up to me and abruptly stopped in place. Then she snapped.

“No! I am not alright. Goddammit, I am going to die. DIE!” She screamed at me. Her eyebrows scrunched and her lip quivered before she fell to her knees and held her head in her hands.

“I was supposed to join the Military Police and bring my family to the inner walls,” She weeped as she choked on her words.

I looked at her with wide eyes. I was frozen. Unable to form words as my brain seemed to have malfunctioned.

How could I comfort her? I can’t tell her she’ll be able to transfer into the Military Police because we all knew how unlikely that was. How could I tell her things would be alright? When I didn’t know if they would.

Commander Erwin said that it all depends on how someone reacts to a titan, but even then it’s not a sure thing. And I don’t think she would even make it that far, not in the state she’s in.

A scoff was heard ahead of us.

“Then just leave, you’re useless to us anyways,” One of the cocky male cadets spoke. She began to sob harder.

~At least she doesn’t have a rock for a brain. What a brute.~

I glared up at him and he put his hands up and turned around before continuing back on his way.

After he left I knelt down and soothingly ran my hand up and down her back as I fought with myself over the right words to say.

I thought about the male cadets' words. And although his execution was terrible.

He was right.

“Then go home,” I told the girl softly. She sniffled as she peered up at me through her reddened eyes.

“If you can’t do it, that’s ok, go home,” I continued. “Give up.”

~Please fight back, tell me I’m wrong~

“Why are you saying this?” She countered, her eyebrows furrowing in defense.

~Bingo~

“Because you have two choices, neither is wrong but it’s yours to make,” I challenged.

“You can go home and be with your family and hope there won’t be a repeat of what happened in Shiganshina,” her eyes darkened as I spoke.

“Or. You can stay here and fight with me and we can fight to change the world we live in,” I spoke passionately. “Fight beside our comrades, fight strongly, and with purpose.”

I watched the conflict in her eyes arise. She struggled between choosing the easy path and the difficult one. Go home to the warm embrace of her family but have to face her failure. Or push onward. The same struggle I’ve fought with ever since I arrived here as well. Hell, I was almost trying to convince myself from giving up through helping her.

After a pause she wiped her eyes and stood up. She brushed the dust off her knees and held her head up high, a new sense of purpose in her mind.

She made her decision.

“What are we waiting for then,” She croaked out, her voice deepened from crying. She didn’t look at me as she followed the path the other cadets had previously been.

I sighed deeply.

~I’m starting to sound like Commander Erwin. I’ll give him a run for his money in inspirational quotes~ I quietly laughed to myself.

I slowly lifted myself from the ground, my aching body fighting against me. Once I stood I raised my arms and stretched my back, wincing slightly as cracks sounded from up and down my spine.

I sucked in a breath and began walking down the path but a familiar sensation came upon me as I felt the hair on my back stand up. I immediately looked up to the window where I had seen the mysterious figure before, and there it was again.

I squinted in a failing attempt to get a better look but it was too far for me to make out who it was, but someone was definitely there. Watching.

As I continued walking the sun glared in my eyes and when I got back to some shade the figure was gone just as quickly as before.

“Who the hell is that?”

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After we all returned and cleaned up, one by one we made our way to the dining hall to eat. And damn were we all craving any sort of food to consume.

I made my way down the long hallways but soon found myself drawn to a large doorway that was slightly cracked open, voices heard from inside. I couldn’t help my curiosity as I pushed the door slightly.

It squeaked and I paused, praying no one heard me. As I hoped their conversation continued smoothly, I peeked inside to see a group of four people sitting at a small table, drinks in hand.

I saw Petra, lightly sipping at her drink, sitting next to Oruo who placed his feet on the top of the table in an attempt to look more laid back and ‘cool.’

I struggled to refrain from scoffing.

There were two more people sitting across from them. They must have been Levi Squad as well.

~Dammit, what did Eren tell me, dark hair, big nose…Gunther Schultz~ I thought as I identified the man.

Strength is well known throughout the Survey Corps, also known as the most reasonable and good in stressful situations.

~And the other one…~ I thought as I scanned my eyes over the other figure. ~Blonde hair...starts with an E...Eld Gin!~ I smiled in a cheerful manner when I finally remembered.

Known as a man of few words. But when he did speak, it was in your best interest to listen.

Captain Levi’s second in command.

“How could he do this?” Gunther proclaimed as he slammed his drink down on the table. “I mean they’re kids? Most haven’t even seen a titan in their lives and he expects them to survive when he throws them in the field lacking months of training?” He scoffed and placed his palms over his eyes.

“Well if they’re not prepared now they’ll never be, hm?” Oruo spoke before taking a sip of his drink.

“Cause your one to talk, the fine fearless soldier who pissed his pants on his first expedition,” Eld sarcastically remarked. Oruo’s eyes widened in shock, his cheeks flushing in embarassement.

“Cut the shit Oruo, they’re kids, they shouldn’t have to be prepared now,” Gunther’s anger rose with every word, nearly lunging at Oruo.

“Ok calm down,” Petra’s steady voice spoke. “I get what you’re saying Gunther, but although I hate to say it Oruo is kind of right.” She cringed at herself for actually agreeing with the man. Oruo’s face returned to one of confidence.

“Not too late to proclaim your love for me Petra, I’d have no problem warming your b…” Oruo was stopped as Petra slammed her hand over his mouth. A small tint to her cheeks as she did so.

“As. I. Was. Saying,” Petra articulated in a slow staccato. “A few months isn’t going to make much of a difference Gunther. Although I agree that it’s unfair and it’s unfair that most of them were probably forced into this regiment. If they weren’t prepared a month ago they won’t be prepared a few months from now when they reach their proper graduation.” She finished sorrowfully.

A look of defeat fell upon Gunther’s face as he slowly seated himself back down. A drawn out sigh falling from his lips as he ran a hand down his face.

“I just don’t understand why Erwin would do this now. There’s no change in our expeditions. Our losses are the same. And we’ve never taken cadets early like this. Let alone forced cadets to join our squad early like this,” He said, tiredly. “We won’t be able to protect them all.”

My face was sullen.

Never taken cadets early? Gunther filled me with questions. Questions that may be left unanswered. How could he do this to us with no purpose? No purpose to our very probable losses? Was it true?

Each one of them held a regretful look on their faces. Confliction filling their eyes as well.

~Is everyone in the Survey Corps conflicted?~

And Eld stayed silent with the others. Stoic in expression but silent. Until…

The door creaked. I watched as all their ears perked up.

“What was that?” Gunther questioned. I watched as Eld’s eyes slowly made their way towards the door where I was standing.

I quickly sidestepped away from the door, away from view as well as unable to see them. I held my breath hoping I didn’t get caught.

Silence.

“I’m not sure, but dinner is probably ready,” Eld finished bluntly. I breathed a sigh of relief. Until a chair pushed back.

“Great, cause I’m starving after a whole training day with the recruits,” Petra’s said. More chairs began to screech against the floor and I ushered myself down the hallway and around the corner before they could spot me.

The thought of food re-entered my mind and my stomach growled.

Dinner.

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Dinner was a godsend.

The lackluster potato soup and bread felt like a four course meal of wondrous assortment after a hard day's work.

I even watched as a few cadets attempted to steal each other's bread. And I would be lying to say I didn’t try as well.

But I succeeded.

We all sat back in our seats and relished our meal. The meal hall being boastful and loud with all the Survey Corps members jostling around.

I took notice in the fact that the loud, happy manner everyone presented themselves in seemed to mask what was really there.

Or the lack thereof.

For there were way fewer members than I would have expected. In comparison to the Garrison this seemed half the size.

~This couldn’t be all of them, could it?~

“Cadets!” Petra’s friendly voice rang as she approached our table. “As I can clearly see…” She paused as she looked over our mess of a table where the food was scarce.

“You’re done with dinner,” She laughed. “Now I need you to come, the Commander needs to speak with you in his office.” She finished.

All of our backs straightened up, and the relaxed looks on our faces turned to ones of intensity.

“Oh, and don’t worry about cleaning up,” She waved us off as we began to lift our plates. “Oruo willingly volunteered to help you guys out.”

She looked over to Oruo with a poison like smile on her face as he groaned in annoyance. She motioned in the direction where the Commander's office was held and we all followed.

Every one of us walked in silence. Wondering why he needed to see us.

Was he sending us back? Were we going home? And on and on.

I pitied the cadets who held hopeful looks on their faces.

“Here we are,” Petra announced as we waited outside the door. “He’s waiting. Go on in.” She gave us a reassuring smile as she waited for us to enter.

No one moved. A few glanced at each other quickly, waiting for someone to grow a pair and turn the golden doorknob and enter.

So I did.

And we all haphazardly ushered our way into the room.

“Good evening Cadets,” Commander Erwin’s deep voice spoke.

We all spoke, “Good evening Commander.” Saluting as we spoke. Our right fists rhythmically pounding against our perturbed hearts.

“Tch, brats.” A voice spoke.

My eyes were quickly drawn to a figure that stood off to the side. Arms crossed, peering at us through squinted and uninterested grey eyes. Black hair falling loosely over his face. The light from the sunset illuminating his well defined features. Regiment jacket around his shoulders. He looked us over and soon his eyes met mine.

My eyes were locked on his. And then I realized.

The man in the window. This was him. The same stance. I could feel his cold stare digging into me.

“I’d like to introduce you to someone before we begin our debriefing,” Commander Erwin spoke.

~Debriefing? How come?~

My mind filled with questions but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mysterious man.

“This,” He continued as he motioned his hand towards the bored man. “Is Captain Levi.”

We all stiffened.

Immediately saluting again. This time towards the Captain.

And he lazily rolled his eyes at us.

~Sorry this took so long! I think I’m going to make this four parts instead so buckle up! Can’t wait to see you in the next chapter! Much love!~

#HowItAllBegan #HIABP2 #Levi Ackerman #Erwin Smith #Hange Zoë #Eren Yeager #Mikasa Ackerman #Jean Kirschstein #Reiner Braun #Sasha Blouse #Armin Arlert #Petra Ral #Attack On Titan #AOT #SNK #Manga #Anime #shingeki no kyojin

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Heya! I just wanted to ask what fandoms you write for?

Hi! Honestly I haven’t ever really written fan fiction before so I kinda started out with a basic fandom I really like (AOT).

But I love researching for stories, so even if I haven’t seen/read a particular show, manga, book etc. I’d be willing to give it my best shot to write a fan fiction for you! It just might take longer cause I’ll have to check out the show/book etc. so I get a gist of what is going on and what the character is like.

P.S. sorry my AOT chapter 2 is taking a longer than I originally said. I got a little busy but I’m almost done with it and should have it up tonight!

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literally i hope you know that if you’ve ever complimented my writing or my muses please know that i probably giggled and squealed about it for five minutes and reread your compliment at least seven times okay

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When you write an amazing line and can’t tell if you’re a genius or just accidentally plagiarized it from a book you read seven years ago:

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one of the most annoying things is making OCs cause like, i’ll develop their character and design but slowly they become their own thing entirely and i’m just holding the scraps of who they were supposed to be and instead they’re basically running away naked across a field while flipping me the bird

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Requesting Information

Hi everyone!

This is some information on if you want to request for me to write you something!

1. You can request anything from original character ideas to fan-fictions. I’ll try and do anything I can even if I haven’t seen the show, read the book etc. I love doing research to get characters to really represent their real counterparts and help you immerse yourself more into the story.

2. I will not do names in my requests. If you request a story for me to write for you, when it goes on my page it will be in a (Y/N) format. I want my requests to be available for anyone to read.

That being said, if you want your name put into the story, I can share a google doc with you or email you etc. with your name edited in. But anything that goes on my page will be (Y/N).

3. I will absolutely NOT do anything like noncon-r*pe, se*ual assault, p*dophilia, inc*st, etc. I will refuse.

4. Please understand that writing story requests take some time. Some stories are easy to write and I can get it out quick, some take some more thought or research. But I will try and make it the best I can so your time waiting (which hopefully won’t be long) will be worth it!

5. I can do NSFW (Not Safe For Work), but I still will decide whether I’m comfortable writing it or not. But we can talk it through, everything will be anonymous so don’t worry!

6. I can do headcanons, preferences, etc.

7. I can do AU (alternate universe) if you like!

8. Last thing is please communicate with me! I love talking through every aspect of the story you want, from plot, to characters, to development of the story. My stories/fan-fictions are not short. I like developing a story line base for you to feel truly immersed in the story. So talk to me and we can brainstorm exactly what you want for your request!

Thank you and I hope I get your request soon! Much love!

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How It All Began ~ Part 1

~ Please read authors note at the end! Thank you! ~

I leaned on the wall and looked out the window of my quarters. The sun was shining and I felt the warmth envelope my skin. A genuine smile spread across my face.

It had been a few months that I had begun fighting in the Survey Corps. Commander Erwin requested for any available recruits to join in their most recent expeditions due to dwindling numbers of soldiers. Our instructor, Keith Shadis, was forced to pick a group of recruits he thought were ‘expendable.’ One of them just so happened to be me. I remember cursing myself the night I found out I would be leaving training early to join the Survey Corps in their next expedition. I couldn’t help how easy certain aspects of training was, I felt as though I could afford to slack off a bit. Bad move (Y/N), bad move.

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I carried my bag over my shoulder as I exited the place I called home for the past few years of my life. The cold breeze blew past my arms and I suddenly longed for the comfort of the plain wooden barracks. The comfort of my friends who had hugged me just before, unable to send the calming words of ‘you’ll be alright’ because who really knew. Would I be alright?

I looked towards the carriage that would be carrying the cadets who were chosen to leave training early. There were maybe ten of us total, but any amount was ‘desperately’ needed as Shadis had put it.

I reluctantly walked down the creaking steps of the barracks and walked towards the carriage. The closer I got the clearer I could see my fellow cadets faces. Some were blank, emotionless. Unable to express what they were feeling in that moment. One or two seemed excited, ready for the challenge.

~Arrogance will get you killed~ I thought.

But the majority of them had looks of fear in their eyes. Eyebrows scrunched together in thought as the realization slowly hit them more and more.

We would finally be facing titans. Real titans. Not just those shitty wooden figurines. Titans that would grab us, attack us.

Eat us.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I finally reached the back of the carriage. I looked to my right and saw instructor Shadis putting his hand out to help me into the carriage.

“Thank you sir,” I spoke quietly. He nodded as I grabbed his hand and lifted myself into the carriage. I sat down on the hardwood, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

~I can do this~ I told myself. ~I can stay alive, I can kill those bastard titans~

I was broken out of my small mantra as a hand rested on my forearm. I opened my eyes and looked towards Shadis. He looked at me, a stoic look in his eyes, but I could see the anxiousness he held behind it.

“Good luck cadet (L/N),” He spoke. “Try not to get killed out there.” Surprisingly his words calmed me slightly. The realism in his words, the focus being on ‘not getting killed.’ Gave me a focus, a ‘game plan’ as you may say. Because currently my mind was jumbled with ‘what ifs.’

He released my arm and stepped back as I nodded towards him.

“You prepared me well, sir,” I said with a small smile on my face. Trying to reassure him, as well as myself. He nodded towards me and spoke under his breath as the carriage began to move, I almost didn’t catch his words.

“I hope so.”

I hope so too.

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Arriving at the Survey Corps headquarters that night felt like our fates were set in stone.

“Welcome to your new home cadets,” A deep voice spoke as we exited off the carriage.

We were greeted by Commander Erwin. I stared up at him. His stance oozed confidence, his uniform bore the wings of freedom I had only ever seen in passing glances. He truly lived up to the stories we had all heard about him. He carried an aura of strength and determination I’d never seen on anyone. He gave a warm welcoming despite the context of the situation we were in. I could see why so many members of the Survey Corps were inspired by him.

He showed us around headquarters. The walls of the building were made of stone, the glass windows were a beautiful sight to see the outside. The view was incredible and left me in slight awe. We saw where we would eat, sleep, and train. Everything seeming more beautiful in comparison to the dingy training facility we were previously in.

The Commander introduced us to the few scouts who were still awake. They held smiles on their faces but I could see through a few of their facades. The dark circles under their eyes, the tired smiles on their faces, and the stress behind their eyes. I wondered if I would last long enough to know what they were feeling.

We continued through the building and we soon reached his office as well as revered Squad Leader Hange’s laboratory.

The woman appeared out of nowhere, eagerly excited to meet the new recruits. Her assistant, Moblit Berner, followed behind with a look of stress on his face. She rambled on about titans and the tests she had most recently been running. Although it was hard to understand her throughout her ramblings, I found myself deeply interested in her discoveries and plans for the future. She certainly had a fast moving intelligent mind, even her mouth couldn’t keep up with her thoughts.

Her tangent went on for what seemed like hours before Commander Erwin told her we must move on.

What I failed to realize before I left was that she had noticed my interest. While the other cadets were staring at a wall or shitting themselves in fear, she saw my attentiveness.

“I can tell that one will be joining us soon Moblit,” Hange spoke with a sadistic smile on her face.

Moblit cursed shakily under his breath as he observed Hange’s look in her eyes, “I sure hope so.”

Commander Erwin began to lead us down to where our sleeping quarters would be. We walked thought the eerily quiet hallways of the building. The small illumination of candles lighting our way.

After passing through the dark hallways seeing as most people were asleep, my eyes were quickly drawn to one door where light shone brightly from beneath it.

~Who was still up at this time?~ I thought.

As Commander Erwin's candle passed by the door I saw a small plack with a name scrawled over it.

Captain Levi

My eyes widened and a slight chill ran up my back. To think that humanity's strongest soldier was right behind that door. The one that many cadets had the gall to compare themselves to, but never managed to reach the prestige of the well known Captain.

“You coming cadet…” Commander Erwin paused. His voice broke me out of my thoughts and I noticed how I’d fallen behind the group. I felt nervousness build in my chest as I looked towards him.

“(L/N), Cadet (F/N) (L/N), sir,” I spoke clearly with a salute. He walked up to me and extended his hand for me to shake.

“I would introduce you to him, but he dislikes being disturbed,” Commander Erwin spoke. “And he’s quite cranky at night.” He whispered as he smiled at me.

My nervousness dispersed as I held back a small giggle and smiled up at him.

“But I’m sure you’ll meet him soon enough but for now, keep up,” He finished as he patted my shoulder before walking back to the front of the group.

We continued walking down the dark hallway. I caught my last glimpse of the light from underneath the Captain's doorway as we turned the corner.

We soon reached the sleeping quarters and Commander Erwin sectioned us off into our rooms. Since I was at the end of the group I was last to be placed into a room.

“Aren’t you a lucky Cadet,” Erwin spoke. “A room all to yourself, not many get the privilege on their first day.”

I looked up to him with a grateful smile as I entered the room. I took a moment to look over the new sleeping arrangements. And they were a definite upgrade to the cramped barracks we were stuck in at the training camp.

The room had a small work desk on the left wall with a hanging oil lamp above it. A dresser was pressed on the wall across from the doorway next to a small window. The bunk was on the right wall with a small table in the center of the room. Somehow it felt ‘homey.’ It didn’t feel like the death sentence I had originally felt when I heard I was leaving for the scouts this soon. Surprising.

I walked over to the bottom bunk and set my bag down on my new bed. I took a breath and turned to the commander.

“Thank you sir,” I smiled. “But I’m sure these empty bunks will be filled soon, I’m almost certain many friends of mine from cadet training are planning on joining the scouts.” I assured him.

He nodded towards me with a thankful smile as he reached for the door handle.

“Goodnight cadet,” He spoke kindly.

He began shutting the door and for some reason anxiety ripped through my body. I didn’t want to be alone, what would tomorrow bring? Would I die on my first expedition. Was I ready?

I was scared.

“Commander!” I called out just as the door was about to click shut. Commander Erwin pushed the door open slightly. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at me.

“Yes?” He questioned. I tugged at the bottom of my shirt in nervousness. I felt stupid. Childish. For the question I was about to ask him.

“Commander, a...am I going to die on my first expedition?” I shakily asked. I could feel pressure build behind my eyes. I took a deep breath, forcing the tears to retreat. I didn’t want to look any weaker than I already felt.

Commander Erwin looked at me. His face was cascaded into seriousness. All signs of warmth gone from his face, determination replacing it.

“That’s up to you (L/N),” He spoke bluntly. “Every one of us goes out into titan country knowing the possibility of dying.”

“We struggle each expedition, not only with titans, but with the choice between surviving and protecting our squad,” He told me. “All of us in the scouts have seen enough deaths of comrades to last a lifetime. New cadets such as yourself, as well as people who have been fighting with us for years, there is no bias as to who dies on each expedition.”

“But no one truly knows how they’ll react when they are faced with a titan, faced with death, until it happens. So I can’t answer your question because I truly don’t know. But I can give you this advice.” His eyes narrowed slightly and his lips pressed together.

“Remember why you joined the military, remember what you’re fighting for.”

The honesty in his voice was unwavering. The idea of how many cadets had been through this, had come and gone, was a scary thought. But many had made it through for many years. And it was clear Erwin was a commander that wasn’t going to let his scouts give up without a fight, without pride in their hearts.

But in the end it was up to me. It was up to whether I would allow fear to withhold me and control my actions on the battlefield.

And although I was still fearful, I felt almost, hopeful of tomorrow.

“Get some rest cadet, we have an early morning ahead of us,” He finished before lightly shutting the door with a soft ‘click.’

I felt exhausted as I threw my boots off and jumped in bed. I looked up at the bottom of the top bunk above me. I steadied my thoughts as they continued to race until I was left without a single thought.

And I soon curled up and fell asleep.

Next Chapter! : How It All Began ~ Part 2

~ !IMPORTANT! I hope you guys liked it! This is going to be a two, possibly three, part story that will be setting the tone for other fan fictions I may do.

The point of this story is to give context of the character (you/(Y/N)) you will be reading about so you have a backstory for yourself and your connection to the characters in the manga/show.

Thanks for reading I hope to see you in my next post! Much love! ~

#HowItAllBegan #HIABP1 #Levi Ackerman #Erwin Smith #hange zoë #Eren Yeager #Mikasa Ackerman #Jean Kirschstein #Reiner Braun #Sasha Blouse #Armin Arlert #Petra Ral #Attack On Titan #AOT #SNK #Manga #Anime #shingeki no kyojin

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE A WRITER ON TUMBLR

IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!

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Guide: How to Skip Time in Your Story

Few stories take place during a short, unbroken chunk of time. Most stories take place in small chunks spread out over days, weeks, months, or years, which means there will be whole chunks of time not covered. So, how do you skip the time between those chunks?

Scenes and Chapters

With the exception of some very short fiction, most stories are broken into scenes, each of which encapsulates a particular moment or event. In longer fiction, like novellas and novels, related scenes can be grouped together into chapters, though sometimes a chapter contains only one scene. Either way, because scenes and chapters focus on particular moments or events, or a related group of moments or events, starting a new scene or chapter is a natural way to represent the passage of time in your story. In fact, unless otherwise stated, readers will naturally assume that time has passed between scenes and chapters–which doesn’t mean you don’t still have to make the transition between them.

The key to skipping time between scenes or chapters is to make the transition by doing two things:

1) Set up the time skip at the end of the scene or chapter by hinting at what is to come. For example:

As I gazed out the window at January’s first falling snow, I couldn’t help but wonder what the new year would bring.

2) Clarify time, place and (if necessary) POV at the beginning of the new scene or chapter, playing off of the set up from the previous scene or chapter.

The first week of January was over in a blink, and then I found myself back at school, dealing with all the problems I’d left behind during Christmas Break.

Notice how the set up at the end of the previous scene/chapter flows seamlessly into the scene transition at the beginning of the new scene/chapter?

Because the passage of time is expected between scenes and chapters, it’s not always necessary to be direct about how much time has passed. Especially if the amount of time passing is unimportant or already implied.

Direct:

Melinda finally dragged herself out of bed, painfully aware that her entire career hinged on her ability to pull this meeting off without a hitch. She hated the uncertainty of what lay ahead, hating even more the only thing she did know for certain: it was going to be one hell of a shitty day.

# # #

Two hours later, Melinda stood in front of the board, coffee in hand, trying to exude confidence she in no way truly felt. The tired, stoic faces of eleven other men and women gazed back at her, plainly ready for whatever it was she was about to unleash upon them. She only wished she felt as ready as they appeared to be.

Less Direct:

# # #

All eleven faces of the other board members gazed back at Melinda, stoic and tired as she stood before them, coffee in hand, trying to exude a confidence she in now way truly felt. It was clear they were prepared for whatever she was about to unleash upon them, and she could only wish she was equally prepared.

In the second example, even though you don’t specifically say “two hours later,” it’s clear right away from the context that the time and place have changed. No one is going to read “all eleven faces of the other board members” and assume that they’re waiting for her in her bathroom as she goes in to brush her teeth the next morning. As often as possible, try to reserve the “two hours later” and “when she got back to the office” transitions for when the context would otherwise be unclear, or when those specific details (how much time has passed, a specific location) is immediately important.

And, if no time is passing between two scenes or two chapters, you can make that clear via context. For example, if one scene ends with Melinda falling asleep and then being woken up by a loud knock at her door, the next scene could continue with something like “Heart pounding from the shock, Melinda jumped out of bed to see who was at her door.” Now it’s clear no time passed in the next scene. But, since a new situation is beginning, it still warrants being its own scene.

Expository Time Skip

Sometimes you need to show a quick glimpse of something that happened but which doesn’t really warrant its own scene or chapter. In this case, you may need to illustrate the time skip using exposition within the scene. It may look something like this:

The first week of January was over in a blink, and then I found myself back at school, dealing with all the problems I’d left behind during Christmas Break. Not the least of which was the newly formed rift between me and Kristina, who was glaring at me from across the hallway as I spun the combination on my locker that first day back. I’d done my best to ignore her, shoveling my million textbooks out of my book bag, doing a quick check of my hair–which somehow managed to be both wet and frizzy with static–before grabbing my biology books and hurrying off under Kristina’s cold glare.

Later that day, at lunch, Michelina and I decided to eat lunch outside, even though it was thirty degrees and still snowing. Despite the wintry chill, it was warmer than the cafeteria with Kristina’s angry gaze constantly searching us out.

Terms such as: later that day, two hours later, the next afternoon, the following day, by the time the bell rang, when it was time to close, etc., allow you to show that time has passed without transitioning to a new scene or chapter. This allows you to cover smaller moments/events that don’t warrant their own space.

Whether you use a scene transition between two scenes or two chapters to show the passing of time, or whether you clarify the time skip through exposition, just pay attention to where you leave your readers before the transition/clarification, and where you take them. Make sure it’s clear, flows well, and wouldn’t leave anyone confused. Do that and you should be in good shape. :)

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