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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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📍Tesco Express, Somewhere Downtown

Furious and shamefully haunted by flashbacks about Erwin’s visit, Koula made her way down the high street to Tescos for a craving fix. Bundled in her hoodie, a face mask, a dark pair of shades and some beat up chucks, you could see from a mile away that the hacking babe was on edge. Too vexed at herself she didn’t even realise she had bumped into a little kid who yelped an “ow!”. Nor did she notice the kids guardian trailing behind him.

Koula was in her head. Music blasting in her headphones as she haphazardly snatched a shopping basket from its pile and headed straight for the sweets aisle. She imagine all the ways she could rip out Erwin’s throat for spiting her and destroying her equipment. How delightful it would be to see the light leave his eyes, how satisfying it would be to have such power, put a privileged prick in his place. For some twisted reason the idea of hurting him aroused her. The thought of getting him back sent chills down her spine.

“Shit.” Koula cursed herself. It was crass to think like this. Fuck him and fuck his money to high heaven!

Koula felt a tug on her sleeve and the speed at which she turned her head to face the source of the tug was enough to file for whiplash at an insurance company.

“What?” The question came out harsher than intended from Koula. Her her heart softened when she saw the little kid looking doe eyed up at her. She quickly paused her music and put the head phones around her neck.

“You pushed me and it hurt ma’am.” The boy said conviction. Frizzy haired, dark eyed, brown skinned boy in the cutest pair of denim dungarees and a minions shirt underneath. He wore the same coloured chucks as the hacker but still brand new . The boy must of be no older than 6, 7 at best, but he was adorable. He a sunflower lanyard with his name scribbled in the middle “Rafael.”

Koula crouched down and “Look kid I’m sorry. My bad. I’m just in a bad mood okay?”

“Uncle Levi said even if we are in a bad mood it rubs of on everyone. He said that we need to take a deep breath, count to 10, have something to eat and drink some tea.”

“Uncle? Levi?” The name sank her stomach. Where did she know that name from. It was ridiculous there’s loads of people named Levi.

“Yeah!” Rafael exclaimed. “He’s so cool and smart and nice...”

Koula zoned out as the kid went on a tangent gushing over his uncle Levi.

“Uncle Levi says even if we are mad at ourselves we don’t have to make it everyone’s problem it’s okay to be upset but don’t take it out of people that never upset you.”

“Rafa. Come on kid, it’s time to go it’s late, your mum’s going to be worried sick. She’s already called twice.” A voice punctuated the boy’s wise words.

That voice? Shit! Koula felt her stomach sink.

As Rafael rambled, Koula’s memories bum rushed her. Levi Ackerman; The Cleaner. The man that had so many clean up jobs that not only could he fill Kensal Green Cemetary but he could be sponsored by Johnson and Johnson was inventing bleach strong enough to lift 12 pints of blood out of white sheep skin carpet. This man was a legend a ghost almost. No digital footprint nothing, only extensions of his sister, Isabel who would post candids of him on her Instagram page. The information overload sent Koula’s ears ringing.

“Rafael, don’t you hear me calling you kid?” Levi came jogging down the aisle crouching down and tickling the kid. He finally looked up and apologised with a gentle, short lived smile on his face.

“Excuse me miss,” Levi started apologetically “he only 6…”

“SIX AND THREE QAUTERS” Rafael bellowed throwing his palm over his uncles mouth.

“And old enough not to talk to strangers.” The black haired man tickled the child hard forcing giggles out him.

Koula hurt ached. She felt conflicted. What she knew about this man compared to the reality before her was… perplexing.

“She’s not a stranger!” Rafael heaved between giggles. “We have the same shoes, see! Red! RED!”

Levi looked and took in Koula’s outfit out of habit. Always the observant one. “Yes, red. Your favourite colour right kid?” Levi affirmed to which Rafael nodded as he threw his arm around his crouched uncles neck.

Instinctively, the Koula recoiled into herself a little as if to hide away from him. The contents of her shopping basket seeming more pathetic and childish that usual. A £3 meal deal with a Pepsi and a plethora of sweets. Pig sweets, shoelaces, Harribo super mix tub, biscuits. Binge worthy stuff.

Levi chuckled innocently after catching a glimpse of the swaying basket in Koula’s hand. “Bad mood?” He asked genuinely.

Koula puffed out a nervous laugh never really answering him. Mind to occupied with the walking, talking contradiction before her.

‘Shit shit shit. Get out tf of here.’ Koula mused desperately to herself, forcing a grin beneath her face mask. She simply nodded and wiped at her forehead with the back of her sleeve.

Levi looked good. Good was an understatement but the only English word she could muster up. Shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, watch with a childrens fun strap on. A gift from his kids for before summer holidays. “Best Teacher!” scribbles and a collage of kids art work printed down into accessory he never goes a day without. Top buttons of shirt on undone, dainty St Christopher necklace around his neck, catching the light.

“Looks like what Rafael would pick when he’s in a bad mood. That or my sister when shes in a state.” His voice cut through Koula’s reverie like hot knife through butter. He stood up with a soft knowing smile graced his face as he mindlessly ruffled Rafael’s hair before pulling a silk scrunchy hue out of his backpocket and putting it in a bun. Careful to catch the frizzy edges of the little boy. Trying his best to mimic the way his mother did it this morning before dropping him off at his.

Rafael fussed a little at this. But the whole scene was gut wrenching for Koula. Someone with such a past so caring and loving to others, especially children. It couldn’t be possible.

“Your mum would lose it when she finds out you were running around the high street with your hair out, kid. You’ve already lost 4 scrunches this week. Next week,she’s going to put you in braids for sure.”

Rafael stuck his fingers in his ears and sang off key to block.

“Enjoy your evening. Come on kid!” Levi picked up Rafael ease and placed him on his shoulders, child still La-La-ing away. He wasn’t one for small talk and he had no intention of apologising for ‘Little Rafa’ for being the curious wonder he was, so that was the best he could do.

But Koula couldn’t take her eyes of the infamous Levi Ackerman who no longer had dark circles under his eyes. Who looked healthy and happy. Who’s aura was brights and warm as opposed to dark and ominous one she expected.

It wasn’t the same man that she knew. Studied.

No.

This had to be a doppelgänger. This wasn’t Pavlov’s Dog? The Cleaner? The same man that knew how to pickle and decompose evidence at will and who was albeit even more handsome in person. An Uncle? Wholesome one a that?

What happened to him? Has he truly been redeemed?

Former Assassin!Levi Ackerman x Former Hacker!OC

"Fuck!" She kicked the pavement in frustration.

People don't just get redeemed just like that. It was hard to escape the underworld and most people who tried, either winded up being dragged back in, or killed. This man knew things. He had worked for some pretty terrible people and he had killed more than she could count.

"Everything alright, lassie?"

The gruff voice of an old man came and she had no idea who that was until she looked down. A worn-out old man was sitting on the sidewalk right beside the entrance of Tesco, in hopes of some customer bringing him something to eat.

Her frustration ran out right away.

She knelt right in front of him, coming nearby his height and she rested a hand on her bent knee. Koula pulled away her glasses and her mask, finally revealing her face. All those homeless people reminded her of herself. There was a time when she went through that same misery. Sure, she was way younger than this old man when she roamed around the streets rootlessly.

She pulled out that sandwich and that bottle of water and she handed them to him. "I'll pass by tomorrow again." She gave him a smile and there was no saying how many times he thanked her.

When she looked at privileged bastards like Erwin that went around with tons and tons of money, tossing them aside like they meant nothing, while they could have meant everything to homeless people like this old man. It made her stomach churn. It made her want to set their world on fire and watch it burn.

She turned to leave. She had parked her car in a narrow street nearby but maybe it was a bad idea to go out at this hour. She shrugged it off though. She had definitely been through worse.

She was approaching her car, taking out her keys, a pitch black Chevrolet Camaro - a gift from an infamous Chinese crime lord after she wiped every record of him in existence off the face of the web around seven years back.

Only hackers could exist in both the underworld and in real life. Maybe she was no better than Erwin. Once upon a time, she worked for the client that paid best. She kept a blind eye when it came to their morality, whether that was drug trafficking, human trafficking, all kinds of twisted porn industry, and most importantly, weapons trafficking.

She had worked for all kinds of people.

She frowned. Money makes beasts out of people.

"You recognised me."

She let out a yelp at the familiar voice and her car keys crashed on the dirty sidewalk. It was so late in the night, and that little street was way too narrow. The lights were scarce and she could barely make out his face.

It was him. Her eyes widened and she immediately picked the keys back up to open her car, get in, and ride away as fast as possible. Levi Ackerman got his life back in the only way he knew how to do best. Killing the people who knew The Cleaner and maybe her time had come as well. She was a threat to his peace. She wouldn't be surprised if he killed her right this very instant.

She should have seen this coming. He wasn't just a dog. Levi Ackerman was a smart man. One of the smartest. He could read people. He could smell the fear emitting from his prey.

Before she knew it, she was slammed against the brick wall of a building. Strong arms pressed on the wall around her, keeping her trapped in a little makeshift cage. He just wanted to get a better look at her. Silver eyes, unreadable but dangerous. She didn't know whether he was threatening her or warning her, or just looking at her face.

"You're KT, aren't you?"

Her eyes widened at the nickname. Nobody had called her that in such a long time. All hackers had their own nicknames when they worked with clients. Giving your real name was downright suicidal.

"I- I've no idea what- we've never met before-"

"No. But we've worked for the same people." He stated as a matter of factly. She smelled peppermint in his breath that fanned warm down her face while he kept her trapped right there. God, he was so hot upclose-

What the fuck are you thinking about, he's going to kill you, you fucking dumb-

She had to keep it together. Maybe there was no point in trying to convince him otherwise. "I never worked for Pavlov," there was such hatred when she uttered that man's name.

"But you've worked for his biggest rivals." Levi pointed out and she bit the inside of her cheek. "Men I'd been tasked with killing so, so many times, but tracking them was so very impossible when some brat like you was always there to erase their footprints."

She sighed and looked at him in the eye. She certainly had made his life a living hell back in her glory days as a hacker. "Are you going to kill me?"

"So long as you don't promise to keep your pretty mouth shut."

He stared at her for a bit longer. Silver eyes bore into her own and she was certain for a moment that he was indeed going to kill her. Maybe she'd never make it back to the refuge tonight.

But he released her and her eyes widened in surprise.

"I saw you helping that old man." He turned to leave. Like him, she had also stopped participating in this madness of illegality, corruption and immorality. He had to get back. Rafael was waiting for him in the car. "We're not monsters, KT." He gave her one last look, tucking his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket. "We're just people who have walked through hell and managed to come out of it alive."

tagging: @nathalunalune @slavanimesimp @dassmyname @nighttimescribbles @tonaken @killerbananas <- im adding u too to the squad uwu @soaringmirror @ushiwhacka

sorry no photoshopped stuff today, this bitch is tired AHAHAHA ALSO IT'S UNEDITED

#LMAO IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TURN THAT BIG #it wasn't supposed to turn into a fic either #AHAHAHAHAH #can't help it #when i see a good plot i just gotta write ya know #kabal multiverse of madness #the kabalians #kabal #kabalian lore #kabal chronicles #levi ackerman x oc #levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #aot fanfiction #aot fic #aot imagines

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nighttimescribbles · 2 years

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i have SO MUCH kabal lore to catch up on! Feeling on and off ill these days so i'll be a bit late to the party but best believe i am not slacking off on my duties. My cell be looking like

And i have just received a most important visitor, my fellow Kabalians. He appeared in much daddeh, doin the magick el puyhy leako. The Kabals will huddle soon. Victory is at hand. The truth is coming to light.

Visit me again daddeh. I need kithes where the sun dont shine in my secret cell 🥺

#personal #kabal lore #kabalians inc #friends #mooties

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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📍Erwin visits Koula’s Lair (Continued)

Erwin hummed in what seemed like acknowledgment and headed towards the door before stopping abruptly, turning back at them and standing to attention. Sharp, posture rigid and unshakable.

It was clear that in an old life that the blond was once a commanding general. Someone revered, feared, worshiped almost.

It was subtle, the way his head raised up and his gaze at the pair fell beneath his nose. It was as if they disgusted him, the way he mouth pressed into a hard frown. His stare was icy and the pair felt a chill run down their spine. Their smiles melted and trepidation plagued their stomachs.

Erwin’s silence only lasted a minute, maybe less. But it felt like ten. The brown noise of the electrics and the flickering buzz of the overloaded sockets heightened the sense of untold darkness and hidden horrors that exuded from him. Erwin was terrifying like this and yet, eerily attractive. The unknown, the untold, a walking bottomless abyss.

Erwin inhaled sharply and quickly before speaking.

“Before I go, It would be ungentlemanly to leave you without a gift. It should be arriving in a few seconds.”

Suddenly, one by one, monitor by monitor the power cut out. The sound of entire mainframes and appliances shutting down. Extraction fans cutting out abruptly. Loud crackling from the plugs and all the bulbs in the vicinity exploding, entire space plunged into darkness. Erwin pulled out a small but powerful camping lamp from his coat pocket and placed it delicately on the table besides him, switching it on.

“Your wit and cheek reminds me of my Clare. Not quite enough bite though and certainly not nearly enough guts. But I do like someone who isn’t afraid of me and something tells me that deep down you both might be. That’s good. Fear is good. It keeps you sharp. Sympathetic pathway shocked into action. All those hormones flooding your system. Scrambling to protect you. I wondered what would happen when it was triggered and just as I expected, you didn’t flee, you certainly didn’t fight, you both froze. Like some deer in headlights.”

Erwin continued

“Antisthenes words stick with me always, ‘Pay attention to your enemies, for they are the first to discover your mistakes.’ No truer words have been spoken.”

Erwin stuffed his hand into his other pocket and pulled out a wad of unmarked cash which was sealed in a vacuum plastic. He tossed it to the pairs feet to which Slav scrambled to pick it up.

“That should be enough to revamp this space, get some new equipment since all of it is probably destroyed by this little gem my good friend Armin made for me.”

Koula’s heart sank as Erwin placed the small but weighty black box into Koula’s hand

“Any idea what it is Miss Kyriaki?”

“Yes.” Koula sounded dejected.

“Of course you do. What is it Miss Kyriaki?”

“A compact EMP.”

“And what do EMPs do, Slav?”

“They scramble and destroy electronic devices within the intended vicinity.”

“Exactly. Well done.” His voice was a little condescending but his eyes and smile were genuine. The conflicting personas confused the hacking pair . “Incredible piece of technology. Absolutely marvellous. A stronger charge would’ve set this place a light. Terribly piece of equipment.” Erwin clicked his tongue and smiled softly.

The artificial light making his features more pronounced. A face hardened by life but every inch was infact, ‘handsome’. It was the only word that Koula had on her tongue.

Erwin continued. “Knowing you both, you’d have backups of backups of backups. So I know this is only a slight inconvenience for you. I just wanted to show you two that I am willing to do absolutely anything to protect my family.” Erwin drawled sincerely as he put his leather gloves on. “Politics and allegiances be damned. That’s what I want. It’s all I want, and I’m willing to eliminate anything that will get in my way.”

Erwin drew closer and with his left hand tucked a loose hair behind Slav’s ear and ran his thumb across their lip. He watched as they become flustered. Closing their eyes and relaxing instantly, Slav leaned ever so slightly into Erwin’s gloved palm that rested on their cheek. Koula was so focused on what Slav was going through, envy almost consuming her, that she didn’t realise the blond man pull back her hood and repeat the same actions to her.

“To think that some of the people who are the bane my Clare’s life are as beautiful as this. What a terrible waste?” Erwin said as he delicately dragged his finger across her jaw, her cheek, her nose. Koula daren’t close her eyes, though her hardened glare softened.

She couldn’t help but bite her lips, swallowing, hard, to lubricate her drying throat. She cursed herself as her stomach flipped, the feel of leather against her skin and his touch, intentional but gentle.

“Curious things.” Erwin said softly before sighing and stepping back. Contemplative look on his face before scoffing and shaking his head.

“I’ll be in touch.”

And with that Erwin left but the thick cloud of desire he left, lingered like nuclear cloud, rending the pair speechless.

HOLY SHIT BROOO YOU WRITE SO GOOD mdwjegijdfrekj actually u write better than me AHAHAHAHA the "unknown, the untold, a bottomless abyss" had me like:

so good bro 👏👏👏 I'm thinking imma make Koula a lil more stubborn, cuz I really am stubborn af irl AHAHAHA tagging: @slavanimesimp @nathalunalune @dassmyname @shrekisshrimpthesimp @soaringmirror @nighttimescribble @ushiwhacka @tonaken

Koula didn't know whether she was aroused or enraged. The very thought of it made her even angrier.

She kicked the floor powerfully before grabbing a keyboard from the table and slamming it against a monitor with enough power to knock it on the floor and crack the screen.

"Not enough guts?!?! I'LL SHOW YOU GUTS!"

Slav cringed as she watched her partner ruin a few more monitors and keyboards and punching the walls. That wasn't the first time Koula had lost her temper. Koula pulled a lever, turning on a generator that began to produce power again.

"We need to turn on auxillary," Koula pulled a suitcase from beneath their desk, settling it on top and opening it, revealing a laptop inside. She connected it to the generator and it powered up. She started typing. "I'm going to set his smart car on fire. Have it explode to his face while he's driving."

Slav's eyes widened and she rushed in front of her. "Wait! K! Think this through," Slav slammed her hands on the desk, trying to draw her attention but it didn't really work. "He is a man with a wife and child. We can't kill him!"

"I'm simply ridding that poor family of a monster,"

"Think about it!" Slav insisted. "How's Clare ever going to find out about what he is if he's dead? Killing him would be doing him a favour. You'll only make him a martyr in her eyes. In everyone's eyes!"

"I get it," Koula stopped typing for a moment. "He doesn't understand. He doesn't know what poverty feels like. He cannot appreciate what he has so he's seeking for more."

Koula's hands clenched into fists.

"Power, power, power, everybody's so obsessed with power, money, material wealth, followers, it's making me sick. What happens when you get that power? What happens when you're worshipped and everything you want is handed to you on a silver platter? What's the point of life if there's no struggle to achieve? He is an empty man, just like all of them."

"That he is." Slav nodded. "But you have to hand that to him. He will do everything to protect his family."

Koula frowned. "Bullshit. If that was the case he wouldn't seek for more than what he has," Koula looked up at her partner. "Burn the money," she stopped typing. "I will not be bought and sold. Burn them. We'll rob a digital bank instead. We've done that before. If you wanna keep them for yourself then fine."

Slav smirked. "Hot or not, I will not be bought and sold by him either." She tossed the money in a can and she lit a match, tossing it in the can as well. The money started to burn but neither of them paid any attention.

Koula started typing again and Slav's eyes widened. If the Kabal killed Erwin now, that would mean war. That could have even been Erwin's own wicked plan. To become a martyr in the eyes of his dear wife and then she would have a renewed sense of duty and motivation to keep hunting down the Kabalians. Killing him right now would be the end of it all.

Slav grabbed her hands stopping her from typing anything further. "If you kill him now, you're no better than him."

Koula's eyes widened and she stopped. She was right. She would become just like him. She would fall right into his trap. Koula pulled her hands away from the keyboard.

"Fine."

Slav grinned. "Let's rob that bank instead."

Koula smirked. "Hell yeah."

#the kabals #kabal multiverse of madness #the kabalians #keep up with the kabalians #kabal lore #kabal kronicles #the kabal #kabal chronicles #AHAHAHA #ERWIN OWES TO SLAV NOW #this man's so hot when he's being a manipulative lil bastard #istg i'd do anything for him #loml #bro nat u write so good like wtf #pls make this into a book imma be the first to buy it

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nighttimescribbles · 2 years

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📍Horny Gulag, Undisclosed Black Site near the Mariana Trench (continued)

AG Jaeger: *GUFFAWS HEARTILY* Do not mince your words with me, kitten. Are you saying all it takes to get you to agree, is my presence?

AG Jaeger: *Sighs and gets up* Very Well. It costs me nothing and if that’s all it takes for you to comply then, so be it.

AG Jaeger: You never were a greedy girl. You just had a greedy [redacted]. A very, very greedy [redacted]. Always so terribly conflicting.

Most girls ask for more things but not my Scribbles. No. She’s a simple girl at heart, who, for the right price, is willing to do away with the child’s play just for a slice of nostalgia and endless days of being deliriously satisfied and pleasantly sore.

AG Jaeger: I’ll have a contract of terms and conditions drawn in 48hrs. You’ll have 1 week to read it. I’ll be in Guam and will return, expecting a definitive decision.

When you agree… and you will agree… I’ll personally begin to process you out of this… hell… our darling, Clare has so graciously confined you to. She can be quite harsh but since you’ll be under my protection, there wouldn’t be much she could do.

AG Jaeger: I warn you though, kitten. You’ll belong to me once we’re outside. Horny or not. You are mine. Step out of line or betray me and you’ll end up somewhere dark, damp and cold.

You know this better than anyone. Peonies don’t fair well in the cold, do they? It’d be a shame if I’d let my kitten fall to a similar fate. But… I’ve no doubt in my mind about you. You’re an awfully good girl at heart, despite your… “misbehaviour” and I’m sure it won’t be too hard to follow instructions.

Take that as a promise rather than a warning and think on it. Princesses never fare well in locked towers and yet they always look their most prettiest within them.

Agree to the conditions I send and I’ll take care of you. Just like I always used too. You can write to your heart’s content. If you’ll have the strength too.

I must get going now, but I’ll see you next week. Be good and try not to ruin any more bedding. You are upsetting, and petrifying the prison warden. *pats head*

*licks the patting hand and bites his shirt when he tries to walk away.*

Your disconcerted face is a sight for sore eyes, Beast. Shame if something were to happen to it. Or to you. You're having too much fun playing a double agent. i suggest you remember where your true loyalties lie.

The Gulag is the Kabal's playground. In here, you are mine. And out in the world, you will be mine...if you are a good boy. You may think you are second only to Shrekscobar, but you do not have the honour of being the only Kabalian other than he to immortalize our life and our kreed within these grey walls. That puts me closer to his heart. Makes me almost like his daughter. And father `Scobar has promised to give you to me on Shrekky's coronation day. Of course, if you fancy yourself a gallant Don Juan, you are welcome to expedite that promise by [redacted] me right on this chair. You are already partially undressed. It won't take long before we are painting the walls of this interrogation room with your [redacted].

Well, Beast?

*thinks hard in monke tempted to double-cross*

AG Jaeger: I have the release order for you and Defector Dass in my back pocket. My car is waiting to take us to the airfield.

@dassmyname and i arriving at the airfield like

Why hello, police chief Toji. You poor dear, all bloodied and torn up. You've not been helping the mayor with his explosive little toys, have you? Well, no matter. I am glad to see you have turned to the light. Hop in, handsome, and let these freed kittens patch you up.

#kabal lore #the kabalians #kabal multiverse of madness

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