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📍Meanwhile on Maria Ward, Private ICU.
Shrekky has been able to breathe independently for sometime now. She no longer required machine support. However, although she was independently breath, she was not orientated to time. She knew she was in hospital but she didn’t know what day it was or how long she had been like this. And she couldnt speak or open her eyes. All she could do was recognise a few voices from memory and create new memories of people around her too.
Nurse Miche made her cheek warm - he was always nice to her. She wondered what he looked like. Did he have the body to match the voice? Deep and warm and smooth like butter. Shrekky hoped he did. He sounded big and strong and blond, a dirty blond and mama always said that she had good intuition.
It would be a treat if that was the case. Another daddy to lust after, of course. For some people this would embarrass her but Shrekky was only ashamed when was caught in the act but the shame never lasted. She would be back at it in no time. She relished in being doted on and hearing Nurse Miche talk to her about what he was doing for her that day. It was nice. Shrekky screamed in her subconscious whenever he would pamper her and wash her face. Whenever he was on duty he always made sure she had her stuffed donkey on her for comfort. He must’ve been a kind lover. Surely.
Aunt Fia and Uncle Kento made her happy. Aunt Fia was always kind to her and laughed about how dramatic mama was being whilst Uncle Kento always bought her treats and flowers even though he know that she wouldn’t be able to eat the baked goods it was nice to smell them. Nurse Miche and the other nurses was steal some of course! They always smelt so good.
Mama’s voice made her feel all kinds of things - sometimes, Shrekky would roll her eyes in her head when judge mama went off on a rant about finding another piece of horny evidence in her old bedroom. Shrekky would giggle internally when mama read her her favourite stories. Even the naughty ones. They always made her dreams fill up with sunshines and rainbows and lewd noises from memory. It was even funnier when mama would imitate the characters voices and add her own directors cut commentary cussing the author or characters out.
But then sometimes, Shrekky will feel very sad especially when mama was sad. Some days mama would come into the room and only say hello and not say another word for the few hours she spent there. It was often like that. Mama saying nothing.
Mama would say a short greeting, kiss Shrekky’s head before climbing into the bed and laying her head on Shrekky’s chest. When mama was miserable, Shrekky could feel especially on her hospital gown, because out of nowhere Shrekky’s chest would grow cold and damp. She would here sniffles and feel her hands being squeezed. Mama would cry. Shrekky hated that because it made her want to cry too. Despite the fights her and mama used to get into. The bickering. The arguing. The threats of jail. It still hurt. A lot. Almost as much as not hearing from the one person she missed the most.
Step-daddy Erwin.
It has been what felt like forever now since Shrekky heard her step father’s voice. He was always kinder and more patient than mama with Shrekky even if she was a little “weird”. He would often laugh off her comments or innuendos and offer her a headpat or a pinch of her cheeks. But he would never scald her for it like mama did. Step father attended very recital, every theatre performance and sat through every creative writing piece that Shrekky would read to him regardless of how suggestive it was. Step father would just smile and affirm whole heartedly as she sat on his lap. Even when Shrekky was her most apathetic, emotional or low, Erwin always brought her joy whenever he was around.
And for those reasons, not hearing from him left her, Shrekky feeling hollow and cold. What if mama really did kill him? Just like she would joke whenever he annoyed her. What if he finally got fed up with mama and left like her said he would on the TV? What if they finally divorced and moved to the other side of the country. The thoughts plagued her and filled her with dread, but it disappeared the moment she heard his voice as he entered the room.
Shrekky could hear the rustling of bouquet paper and the smell of pollen and perfume, that came with the sound of his footsteps and his rain jacket.
Flowers.
Shrekky chest felt tight and her nose tingled as her tears where stuck in her throat, clawing at her osophegus, desperate to come out. If she could wake up right now l, leap from this bed and bear hug him she would but she couldn’t even force her eyes open and look at him. It broke her heart.
Shrekky could feel a gentle kiss on her forehead and the back of his hand brush at the fine hairs of her head and ears.
“Oh Princess Pea,”
Erwin’s voice was soft, solemn, heavy. He sounded just like mama when she was sad. He sealed it with another peck on Shrekky’s cheek before tracing the grooves of her face.
“Forgive me. I know it’s been too long.” Erwin paused after his voice cracked a little. He couldn’t cry now. He had to be strong for his Shrekky. It was bad enough he punished himself for not visiting his daughter sooner.
He sat there in silence before finding the courage speaking up again.
Erwin cautiously and gently put his hand in his daughters and sat there still, silent. For the first time in weeks, his thoughts quietened. Was this why his wife would would visit? Not just because her daughter was here? But because Shrekky brought peace to both of them? Of course. Even in the face of uncertainty, Shrekky is and always was the constant, even in her chaos.
Erwin couldn’t help but relax and be present for once. He enjoyed the ambience here. The near silence. He enjoyed his daughters hand. Just like he used to when she was no taller than his knee and take her out on their “adventures” to the park or school or the store. Memory Lane was sweet here.
Without knowing, Erwin was saying the words he couldn’t say out loud to Shrekky and with all her strength, she squeezed her stepfathers hand for a few seconds before letting go again. It took all the strength she had then but he needed more that she did. He needed the courage to continue.
Erwin gasped and his eyes widened in shock. Was that a reflex? Could she hear him? He took her hand in both of his and placed them on his lips and kissed and murmured wishes against the back of her hand.
“Thank you.” was all Erwin could chant from his lips, tears coating his lashes. 💔
Bsjqksjwowowk this is so touching huhu my emotions are stirred 😭 i kept reading it again and again and i am so moved that i want Shrekky to wake up now fr hahahaha im sorry mother kabal if i am messing your timeline hahaha this really ain't much, just something to get shrekky to wake up asap hahahahahah also i cant wait to do things to miche nyehheeheh
*somewhere in Bermuda
It's been months since the tragedy has befallen to Don Shrekscobar's daughter but to this very day there still has been no satisfying news with little Shrekky's recovery. His ex-wife, Clare informed him that his daughter was no longer on life support. This is good news, but it's not enough. The more days she remains unconscious, the more he worries. Day by day he grew more restless, agitated, troubled. He's often seen sitting on the swing in the prison's yard. His face filled with distress as he holds close a picture frame that bears the face of someone he holds dear.
Oh how he misses his daughter terribly, he can break out easily if he wanted to but he doesn't want to give more trouble to his ex-wife who's already been stressed enough and he doesn't want to disgrace the name of his daughter if news came out that a high profiled inmate who happens to be her father, broke out of prison. So he stayed there, he stayed inside the prison walls of Bermuda and wallowed in misery and anguish.
'Mi vida', he sobbed 'If only I was there. I could've protected you. I'm sorry my baby. You're the most precious thing to me. You're... my precious...
My...precious'
And Don Shrekscobar remembered. He remembered someone from a long time ago. Someone who was dear to him. Someone who he used to love. Someone who gave him his precious little Shrekky. He mustered all his strength to get up and decided to make a call.
All the worry in Don Shrekscobar's eyes has now been lifted. His face of grief is now replaced with that of a smug smirk.
Don Shrekscobar is a man of tenacity. He has never allowed himself to become a victim of all the shits life has thrown at him. He's in prison because he's a criminal, yes, but its also because its what he wanted. He does what he wants and life bends at his will. He felt pathetic for feeling down for months. He has not been his usual self he admits. But now he's back. And he's certain that his precious little Shrekky will soon be up and about.
*after a few days
The doorbell of Judge Clare's mansion rang and upon opening the door he was met with a delivery man. Due to the incident that happened in the past, Mrs.Smith has now become very cautious. He asked the deliveryman for his ID and all the necessary informations a person with such a profession should know. And thankfully he all gave a satisfactory answer. She was ready to pull a chokeslam on him in case the worse comes to worst. Judge Clare accepted the delivery and she got inside her house. For extra pre-caution, she installed a scanner for deliveries. Upon scanning the box, she recognized an oddly, suspiciously shaped product but the scanner didn't deem it harmful. So she put it on the table to open it.
While reading where the box came from, her eyes widened. She's heard of this name before. A name that was a taboo back when she was still with Shrekscobar. She's been gone for years, unheard of, why now did she have to appear in their lives again? Clare became more curious and hastily opened the box. What it contained, shocked her to the core.
Judge Clare was appalled. What is this unholy thing that claims to be holy? And beside it was an envelope that may contain the answer to her questions. So she opened it. Inside was a letter and a polaroid picture. She grabbed the letter first and unfolded it. The letter explained what the oddly and suspiciously shaped thing inside the box was. It was as it says, a HOEly Water, a kind of water that can only be seen deep in the tunnels of the Misty Mountains, a place where the HOEliest of Hornies have gathered and created a civilization of their own. And that explained why she left, she was too horny to stay.
The HOEly Water is known for its healing properties, some would say that this water is the most miraculous thing to ever happen next to Jesus turning water into wine. But this is very rare because most people wouldn't dare venture the land of the hornies because most of those who tried, never returned.
But such tale is not of any importance now, if this indeed has inexplicable healing properties then she has to get this to the hospital fast. She hurriedly put the letter back inside the envelope which caused the polaroid to accidentally fall. Clare picked it up and saw a portrait that warmed her heart.
Smeagal maybe Shrekky's estranged birth mother. But the fact that she sent her something that may lead to Shrekky's quick recovery means that she still cared. And with the power of two mothers' love, Clare is certain, in no time Shrekky will regain her strength and finally wake up.
#HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SHEHEJEJEOWKEJSOWKSJSIEOSKD#i have no idea what i just wrote 😭💀#i have been having smeagol brainrot lately lmao HAHAHHAHAH#welp its the multiverse of madness#HAHAHAHAHAHA#i write like shit so i make it up with the edits HAHAHAHAHAHA#lawd have mercy 😂😂😂#kabal#the kabalians#kabal saga#kabal kronicles#kabal multiverse of madness
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Filler Episode: Meanwhile, in Koula's and Slav's secret hideout...
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"Right." Slav chuckled, not quite convinced. "Ms. Career-maker doesn't have any time for that normal people stuff."
"We're not normal, Slav."
Slav shrugged. "Normal is overrated." She typed hastily on her keyboard until she found something interesting. "OOH! Check this out!"
Koula rolled her chair beside her partner. It was the school forum with parents talking about the teachers of Saint Clementine's school in Ohio. Koula read the conversation, until it took a turn at Levi. Koula arched an eyebrow.
She'd never seen people openly thurst so hard for a man. Not even the members of kabal.
"It seems Mr Ackerman has stolen many, many hearts out there." Slav grinned. "Is he really that hot?"
Koula certainly agreed with all those comments of all those deprived mothers but she wasn't about to throw her ego away and start admitting to it.
"Meh." Koula shrugged. "He's alright."
"Then why did you ask me to find his number?"
"BECAUSE he is the fucking CLEANER!"
"Doesn't that somehow make him even hotter?!?!?"
Koula frowned. "Well if you find him so hot, he's all yours!" She returned to her computer and continued typing down. "I got some digital drug trafficking to route here."
"DRUG TRAFFICKING?!" Now it was Slav's turn to roll her chair to Koula's side, but only cuz she wanted to grab her by that dark blue hoodie that she was wearing, trying to knock some sense into her. "YOU SAID YOU'D STOP THIS STUFF!"
"How else will I be making 200k USD per day?" Koula arched an eyebrow and Slav frowned.
"You don't need that much money, plus, it's illegal."
"I'm just writing code, I don't kill people LIKE A CERTAIN SOMEONE."
Slav huffed. "How many times have I told you? Levi seems to have stopped doing Pavlov's dirty work."
"You can never know for sure." Koula clicked her fingers when she realised she had forgotten about something. "Did you manage to hack Erwin Smith's smart car?"
Slav smirked. "Of course, I did. He's a got an Audi GT."
Koula laughed. "You know he's an old man when he buys a smart car. People these days don't know how easily hackable their cars are."
"Right?! The business for car hacking is booming."
"That's why I tore out all the smart electronics from my camaro."
Slav arched an eyebrow. "And that's why you've been driving a beetle car from the 40s until that generous Chinese crime lord gifted you the Camaro."
Koula turned and looked at the picture of her old car. A beautiful, vintage beetle. One of the very first ones. She sniffled. Tears gathered in her eyes.
"I miss my baby."
"Aw, partner, it's alright. I'll make you feel better. I'm about to blow Mr Smith's car."
Koula's eyes widened and she immediately rolled her chair beside her bestie. "Do you got a footage?!"
"Yup, CCTV camera of a coffee shop."
"He's not in it, is he?"
"No."
"Good. You were right, bestie." Koula frowned. "I'd never kill someone's father no matter who that is and what they've done."
Slav smiled. Two years ago, Koula would do it without hesitation. So long as she was getting paid. She patted Koula's back. "See? There is a road for redemption. What if Ackerman has actually taken it?"
Koula sighed. "Fine. If he has, then good for him. But as long as people like Erwin and Zeke are around, I don't think I'm ready to leave the underworld just yet."
Slav shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe they'll get redeemed as well."
Koula thought it impossible but Slav would definitely urge her to reconsider.
Today had been a great day for State Secretary Erwin Smith. His daughter had finally awoken. His wife was happy. Work had just finished. He had a dinner to attent with DA Nanami and after that he'd head straight for his daughter.
His bag at hand, he walked down the stairs and made his way to his car, resting by the sidewalk nearby. Before he even had the chance to get closer, it blew up. His Audi was engulfed in flames and the impact of the explosion had him take a few steps back.
Erwin's phone rang as he watched flames consume his car. He knew exactly who had done this. He brought the phone to his ear while people gathered around to see what had happened.
And with that, the call was over, leaving an enraged man.
He fisted his fingers around his phone. Honestly, if he had either of those hackers in front of him right now, he would strangle them with his own hands and he would enjoy it more than anything.
#YES PLS CHOKE ME DADDY LMFAO#see how badass we are bestie#the kabal#kabal multiverse of madness#kabal kronicles#the kabalians#keep up with the kabalians
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📍Horny Gulag, Undisclosed Black Site near the Mariana Trench
*It was hot. So hot and sticky that Scribbles didn’t notice that familiar sound of expensive loafers coming down the poorly lit hallway. She was used to her cells ambience. The buzz of the lights. The dripping of the taps. The smell of rust and iron. The brown noise of the rickety air conditioner that was barely functioning . The faint intermittent buzz of cell doors outside her door, locking and unlocking. But everything else was heightened by the sweltering heat, she didn’t notice the familiar gait that also set her heart racing. Her eyes were closed as she so desperately tried to focus on her breathing. The fly-aways of her hair bound to her forehead by sweat, as the discomfort settled in. Scribbles heart ached when her spirit felt her space become occupied by another. Someone so familiar yet so distant to her. It ached a little more when she heard the scrape of the metal chair being put into position at the edge of her prison. Opening her eyes she could see, ‘him’ as he placed a ice cold bottle of water and an oscillating fan directly besides her on her night stand.*
AG Jaeger: It’s very hot today, Kitten. Don’t you think?
*Scribbles didn’t respond her throat aching as she swallowed to try and lubricate her throat and use her voice. Her emotions, unprovoked, became almost overwhelming. It had been a long time since Zeke put her back in prison and even longer still since he last spoke to her so privately. His face was unreadable, almost bored, eyes dull as his fury laid dormant.*
AG Jaeger: It’s been a forever Kitten, I know. I had to temper myself properly before coming to see you. I did want to hurt you.
AG Jaeger: I was angry at First. Furious even. But then I realised that it wasn’t really anger I felt, it was disappointment. I abhor disobedience; especially from my favourite girl and yet nothing brings me more joy than seeing her pretty face.
AG Jaeger: How can something so beautiful cause me so much pain? Even when I offered her the world, she still disrespected me?
AG Jaeger: I will not lie to you, kitten; it’s been hard staying away. I’ve been… frustrated. Nothing seemed to sate this ‘need’, these ‘cravings’. Abstinence worked for a while, until one night, I stumbled upon this:
*Scribbles’ guts dropped as her eyes blew out in shock. She shot up from her bed and tried to snatch it out of his hands.*
AG Jaeger: *swiftly pulling his hand back to keep the book out of reach* No, no, pet. I’ll read it to you. I want to see your reaction in full living colour. You write so well, no need to be… ashamed.
*Zeke cleared his throat mockingly and crossed his legs over, sipped on a iced tea before reading like pastor reading scripture.*
“Suckling the silky head, you moaned appreciation and dug your fingers into his hips.
Zeke Jaeger paused to glance down at you.
Holding his eyes, you opened your mouth wide and made a whole show of wrapping demurely pink lips around him and bobbing down to swallow his flaccid length.
He snorted, unimpressed, but heat rushed to the cock on your tongue as it nestled contentedly inside your drooling mouth.
Fluttering your lashes at him, you slurped audibly, dipping your head a few times before pulling back far enough to fit a fist around the base of his cock.
Its shaft, newly bathed with your spit, glistened under the weak light.”
*Zeke folded the page. Mischievous smile plastered on his face, before a condescending smirk left his lips. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, before cocking it to the side, resting his temple on his knuckles. He paused for a minute and just looked at Scribbles. It could of been the light. Scribbles swore it must been the light that made his stare more leering than he intended. It felt like he was committing her to memory or better yet undressing her with his eyes. What was only a minute, felt like an eternity and the bugs that erupted in her stomach became more incessantly unbearable. Any longer she would’ve screamed at him to cast his eyes elsewhere for fear of melting under his gaze.*
AG Jaeger: Kitten?
AG Jaeger: Do you always think of me like this? So… salaciously? Is that the reason why you get a rise out of deliberately winding me up, just so that you could be here, in this hell regardless of how decrepit it is? Is that why my Scribbles is always so disobedient?
Does my little kitten need some attention?
YES I WANT NEED BREATHE LIVE YOUR ATTENTION GIVE IT ALL TO ME DON'T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME AND I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO GAWK AT
goodness, Beast. i never imagined you to become so desperate you'd stoop as low as rummaging in my private journals like a dirty badger. that's not something good boys do, is it?
it's so bloody hot in here. aren't you sweltering underneath that suit? with me, there are no pretenses. you can rid yourself of the weight of the false face you present to the world. you can rid yourself of the weight of your...official clothes, to begin with. kick off those shoes, shrug off that jacket. come be my good boy. i'll let you crawl into this decrepit prison bed with me and together we'll turn this gulag into paradise. if you're shy, i can start. i can demonstrate. like this
look at you. already beginning to sweat when i've only just begun. those trousers are beginning to look a little tight. you weren't spreading your knees like that earlier.
what do you want, Beast? you're not one to make idle visits. do you come bearing gifts? an improved offer? i refuse to believe that my smart. dashing. biiiiiig mean Zeke has come begging for handouts. you're not a puppy. pick up your pride, show me what you've got for me and i'll show you what inspired me to write that manual of sin you can't seem to let go of. a live demonstration, if you may, where all you have to do is sit back, relax, and let your purring kitty devour you.
*zeke sweating bullets. glasses are clouding over. booklet of sin thuds to the concrete. against his better sense, he sits still as he is undressed. the buttons of his shirt pop open halfway. his chest is heaving. his eyes are shuttering and he pants with desire. the heat of the gulag is getting to his head. a jungle cat is crawling onto his lap and sucking at his earlobe and whispering temptations into his ear. he is powerless. all resolve, that clear thinking, has rushed to his groin, there to join together in a muddled mess.*
make up your mind, Beast. if you say the right thing, this could be yours
i will disobey you and i will rile you up and then i will gobble you down and keep you for myself till kingdom come. obedient kittens simply don't exist.
but say only one wrong thing, and what you thought was yours will fade into the arms of another. perhaps multiple anothers.
do you intend to be left wanting for the rest of your life? resigned to doling out cruel sentences because you've been blue-balled by your own stubborness? do you intend to be, as Mayor Gojo put it so eloquently, underfucked for the rest of eternity?
*zeke's eye twitches like it never twitched before*
What's your offer, AG Jaeger "Beast", sir?
#kabalians#kabal chronicles#kabal multiverse of madness#FINALLYYYYY#i couldn't for the life of me think of a good enough way to answer this!!!#seriously the hottest thing ever#thank you Clare#thank you a thousand times#obviously [redacted] is going to ensue#but i want to hear AG Jaeger's offer first#esp in light of the Rose fiasco#and his upcoming fitness hearing#i don't wanna mess up your drafts! hahaha
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The Kabal Saga: The Teddy Arc 🧸 (s2)
Summary: Agents Jean and Medea inform Mayor Gojo and Chief of Staff Anika, DA Nanami Kento and Commissioner Toji of The Pupeteer and her antics as well their intention to inform the State Secretary Smith and State Attorney General Clare. Meanwhile, Nurse Miche attempts to finish the job with Princess Shrekky 💔💔💔.
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Context: Previously, Agents Medea and Jean cracked the case as to who sent the Teddy Bomb, whilst Erwin introduced himself formally to Koula and Slav. Today, Chief of Staff Anika is at Mayor Gojo’s Office, awaiting for the debrief meeting with the various agencies in regards to proceeding with apprehending Rosemary Afton for questioning.
⚠️ a long-un, mdni, minor mentions of genitalia, suggestive talk, inappropriate behaviour/talk, office romance (?), attempted murder, medical talk - nothing graphic. Sorry for any errors.
“….nikaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Gojo groaned as he rested on the sofa of his office. No response. Nothing. Not even the click of her heels or her sweet humming.
Nothing.
Strange?
Gojo sat up and called again.Crying out, like a petulant toddler. “Anikaaaaa!”
Still there was no response. Gojo pulled his blindfold up slightly and squinted as he looked outside the glass window separating his office from the the rest of the floor. He couldn’t see her. He frowned as he walked over to his desk and picked up the phone dialling a number quickly. The dial tone rang a couple times before the phone picked up. Anika’s heavy sigh of irritation sent Gojo’s blood southward. His pants felt a little snug at that. Gojo loved winding his Chief of Staff up. The tighter he wound her the faster she’d snap and take him. Finally.
“-nika?” Gojo pouted.
“What, Satoru?” Anika’a voice had a hint of tiredness to it. Whenever he grated on her nerves, regardless of circumstance, she’d answer like that. It was never out of true annoyance though. She loved him all the same. But she’d never let him know that.
“God say it again. Please? But with a little more *umph*”
Anika sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose “Did you need something, Mayor Gojo.”
“You used to sound sexy when you called me that but now… it sounds like your addressing Elder Yoshinobu.” Gojo retorted.
Anika rolled her eyes “Satoru. What do you want? We have a meeting in 15 mins.”
“What I want from you won’t even take 10!”
Anika rolled her eyes “Are that desperate for HR to send out a disciplinary? Ever heard of the Me Too Movement?”
“Nika, ever since you came back from Guam, you’ve been… different.” There was a sadness in his voice “We don’t talk anymore. We don’t hang out. You don’t even slap the back of my neck or even pull my hair anymore. Worse yet, you’ve haven’t kissed my cheek in ages!”
“I miss that most.” Gojo sounded serious. “I miss my… friend. I miss my Anika.”
Anika’s innards felt like a storm at sea. It took everything for her not to hang up the phone, storm his office and bear hugging him out of pent up fustration. She settled for a smile instead and a quiet hum.
“We don’t have time for this Satoru.” Her voice was sweet, lulling and a little condescending. She hid her feelings well. Always the professional. Clean cut. Enduring. Straight talking, no-nonsense, ‘slap you back to sanity’, Anika. And Gojo loved it. His queen of thorns.
“Conference room in 10 and if you are so much as a second late Gojo, I swear to all things good and pure…”
“You’ll ring me like a towel. I know, I know! Jeez. I’m you’re boss and you talk to me like I’m your incompetent husband of 30 years. Can’t say I dislike it, though.” The white haired man drawled in jest.
“Satoru…” Anika grumbled on the line. Sound distortinglittle, the act setting him off all over again. What he would give to have her say his name like that under more relaxed, intimate circumstances. ‘Perhaps when she’s underneath me’ Gojo thought.
“Although, marriage does seems to fucking suck. Look at how miserable and under-fucked Judge Clare is!” Gojo tittered.
“MAYOR GOJO!” Anika was shocked at his vulgarity. That was low even for Gojo.
“Relax, she’s my friend. We tease each other all the time!”
“Firstly, you don’t have the balls to say it her face.”
“Of course not, I’m not stupid Anika, she’d torture me and then put me on death row when she gets bored.”
“Secondly, these calls are recorded and If you piss me off one more time, I’ll send it to her with a pink ribbon so she could finally shut you up, for good.”
“You wouldn’t!” Gojo mocked with a dramatic gasp, knowing that Anika, would most definitely, almost positively would.
“Try me, Satoru!” Anika warned sternly, cunning lilt in her voice. “I’m never ruining my nails on you again. I’ll leave that to Ms Clare.”
Gojo laughed on the phone. Reapplying a lip balm before smacking his lips, the man held the silence for a little longer and just imagined how tense Anika looked and what would really happen it he pushed her over the edge. He dreamed of it. He got off on it. He palmed at his groin, unruly dick straining at the fabric of his slacks.
“Get your perverted ass to the conference room now, Satoru.” Anika rolled her eyes and hung up the phone. Gojo laughed before heading to bathroom to sort out his, ‘problem’.
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“So the plan is simple,” DA Nanami, the voice of reason on the call summarised. “Agents Jean and Medea will speak to State Secretary Smith, whilst Tonaken and I will chat with Clare tonight. Gojo and Toji will then await Agent Jean’s instruction instruction for interception.”
“Exactly, Sir.” Jean affirmed. “As per policy, we will keep yourself and Ms Clare informed with detailed reports as and when. Sensitivity applied of course.”
“Of course. I must go. My wife and I will take Clare to the hospital and then back for dinner where we will discuss this privately.” Nanami said. “Good work Medea, you’ve a bright future ahead of you.”
“Thank you sir.” Medea (@soaringmirror) smiled, cheeks aching and burning from the complement.
DA Nanami returned a curt smile before promptly leaving the call.
“So, Jean, what do you want from my officers right now?” Toji asked. Camera off as per usual.
“For now, can you send some extra units to patrol the hospital? Rose might attempt to finish the job. We will brief The Smiths and formulate a plan of subduing Rose. Give me 72hrs. The last thing I want to do is spook her. Our ability to catch her is through AG Clare and her cooperation ONLY. Rose is fixated on her but she’s incredibly intelligent. Patience and discretion is crucial here.”
“Fine by me.” Toji acknowledged. “I’ll have my guys there within the hour. We’ll check Staff details also. See if she’s hired any one to do the work for her.”
“Okay, so what about my office?” Gojo interjected. “What would you like us to do in the meantime?”
“Sir, please just sit tight. Just this once.” Jean sighed heavily. Gojo had propensity to do things his way, typically at the detriment of others. Jean did not need this. The situation was far too volatile for deviant behaviour. “We are only informing you out of courtesy. When all this is said and done the mayors office will be informed and you’ll arrange a press conference. Hell, I’ll even mention how cooperative you were how none of this would’ve been possible without you. Think of the ratings!”
Toji sniggered. Jean’s face was blank. He wasn’t laughing, he was on edge. Just like everyone was at The Bureau. What he didn’t need was a chaotic Mayor to fumble the bag for everyone and get people killed. Jean rubbed at his temples whilst Medea cringed at his comments. It was a little uncalled for. She would be sure to mention a later time.
“Why does everyone think I’m an idiot?” Gojo questioned, rhetorical and mostly to himself.
“You said it.” Toji retorted with a snortle.
Anika intercepted before the commissioner and the mayor fell into a bicker, for the 156th time this year. “Thanks for the debrief Agent Jean. Keep in touch and email us. We will start planning for that press conference. Well done Medea again. Awesome work!” Anika closed the laptop lid swiftly and sat on the table besides it, one leg over the other facing her boss.
“I know how to run my own city.” Gojo protested.
“Meh.” Anika marked, hand tilting back and forth in a ‘so-so’. “Thirty percent of the electorate disagreed with that in the last quarters opinion polls.”
Gojo frowned a little. He’s not usually bothered about what people think of him. But the superiority complex was a little low today. Gojo rested his legs on the table and rocked his chair back and forth.
“I know that you could never be rattled by someone like Toji. No! Mayor Gojo doesn’t break a sweat over pigs.” Anika put her foot on the edge of Gojo’s chair to stop him from rocking.
He stilled and looked at Anika and awaited her every word. The pair were dangerously close to each other. Gojo never got over how good Anika always smelt. From her shampoo to her lotion to the fragrance. It was calming
“Get a grip, Satoru! You’re not an idiot. For the most part.” Anika chuckled. “This time next week, we would be hosting a conference and you can take all the glory for holding the team together. Understood?” Anika flicked Gojo between the eyebrows. Gojo was quick to grab her withdrawing hand and plant gentle kisses into her palm and at the back of her hand, repeatedly, in quick succession. Anika giggled and tittered, quietly urging him to stop, the butterflies becoming almost too unbearable.
“Thank you.” Gojo muffled against her palm. His voice was soft and kind. Genuine.
“For what?” Anika asked eyebrows raised
“For being Anika the Fixer. Anika the Great. Anika my friend. What am I without you?”
“Yourself. But worse.” Anika retorted, to which Gojo lunged at her sides and squeezing and tickling relentlessly. Anika laughed hysterically.
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📍Meanwhile on Maria Ward, Private ICU.
The sound of IV pumps, equipment and the sterility of the private room which housed the famous Shrekky was something Miche had become accustomed to quickly. The smell of feed, chlorahexadine, Pabrinex and alcohol gel stuck in the air. Shrekky Smith had been an inpatient for over a month now and once a week for the past four weeks, Miche found himself stationed on Maria Ward.
Shrekky had been making improvements. Slow, arduous improvements? Sure. But improvements nonetheless. Miche never had the opportunity to care for Shrekky directly. He only heard of her on the news. She was the daughter of the rich and powerful and consequently had a huge bounty on her head. The bounty was heavy, considering that all that need to be done was to make her death swift and painless.
So, naturally, today was Miche’s lucky day because he conveniently made sure that he was allocated to Shrekky. He needed the money, he needed to clear his loan debt from a decade ago. A debt he incurred looking after his baby sister when she was just as sick. He had to do this. Otherwise, it was his sister that would be used as collateral.
After handover, Miche entered the room and like always, said good morning to his comatose patient, squeezing her hand to let her know he was there. He was shocked how pretty she was in person. It tugged at the strings that held his heart and his resolve in place. Could it have been the way the sun hit her face or how peaceful she looked? Maybe it was the graceful smile that was on her face; mischievous yet stunning all the same.
He ringed a face wipe and cleaned the crust from Shrekky’s eyes, nose and mouth. He went into the grey fluffy wash bag that Shrekky’s mother left for her and cautiously proceeded with a face routine like he did for his sister when she was ill. Regardless of the situation, it made you feel good inside. That’s all that rang in Miche’s head. The voice of the gentle giants sister, repeating over and over. He was so tender and gentle with Shrekky he noticed how her smile got bigger for just a fraction of a second before it fell back in to neutral. She was beautiful. Nothing like what the world painted her out to be.
“Shit.” Miche cursed himself as his heart grew fonder. He didn’t want to do this, but he was desperate. He had no where and no one else to turn to. This was his only way out of debt that left him with just fraction of his dignity left. A quick permanent fix for a burdensome issue.
“Never get attached to the job.” The man scalded himself.
Miche shot up and walked over to the medication trolley. He was furious with himself and the way his hands trembled. He had done this tens of times before, what the hell was different now? Struggling to attach the needle to the syringe. Miche cursed under his breath. He was going to do it. End it all with an air emboli. 5mls of room air intravenously. A quick method, always accidental. Never enough for coroners to ever question.
Just as Miche pulled back the syringe, he was interrupted with the door opening and the clattering sound of mobile computers coming in through the door.
“Oh Hey Miche.” The consultant greeted as their team of junior doctors trailed in behind them with their computers.
Was this fate? He was grateful for it regardless. He didn’t have to through with this. To hell with the money.
“Since your here Miche, just to let you know we’re going to have a chat with the Shrekky’s next of kin and attempt extubation in a few days since her sats are perfect, even with suctioning. She’s responding to external stimuli and we’ve reduced narcs slowly with positive effect. Her GCS has jumped up to an 8 which is great. With the narc reduction and extubation hopefully we can get her GCS up by 3 more points and step her down to HDU or better yet rehab. Sound like a plan?”
“Y-yeah sure. Thanks Doc.” There was a turbulence within Miche that left him feeling confused and conflicted. He was about to take someone’s daughter away from them. Put an end to a life that had a chance of surviving and thriving. Shrekky was only 21. She had barely started her life.
“No problem!” The consultant dismissed. I’ll call her parents and update them. I’ll prescribe some IV top up vitamins along with her feed following some blood work so that stepping down can be swift.”
Miche smiled. Deep down he was glad to hear it. She was going to be okay. But then the guilt plagued him, how would he ever rid himself of debt and protect his sister?
Miche sighed. He threw the syringe in the yellow bin and took one last look at Shrekky. His world fell silent and calm.
Another problem for another day he supposed. Nothing mattered now though. Seeing Shrekky smile, even if it were an involuntary reflex, will stay with him forever.
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Hey girl… feel free to edit or switch things out but this is your prompt x (if any typos sorry I’m dyslexic for real and I was typing this in clinic since I had a cancellation.)
Nervousness was never considered synonymous with Mayor Gojo. He was the ‘public fave’ who exuded an air of confidence that people gravitated towards.
But today was an important day.
As promised by Agent Kirstein, Satoru was going to be the proud, populist mayor that rid his city of The Puppeteer and was going to be the one with deliver the warrant and Front-Page-worthy warning to the ‘bitch’. The man should be happy, elated, anxious perhaps, but still ready to woo the crowd and pose for the
The typically cocksure, white haired man quietly fussed with his tie and the pin on his lapel as he read the press conference pointers that Anika compiled for him, over and over until the words began to blur.
Anika let herself into the office after hearing no response to. Half expecting him to be asleep or on his phone, it came as a shock that Satoru was…
Worried?
He didn’t even look up at her or whine her name as per custom whenever her needed her, noticed her or simply wanted to annoy her. Satoru was silent and extremely pensive.
Gojo’s beloved ’Nikaaaaaa’ (The Chief of Staff/helpless victim of his jests) shut the door loudly to get his attention and yet still there was no response, not even a flinch.
“Hmm.” The woman squinted curiously. She kicked off her heels and harrumphed, pressing her back against the office door, waiting for him to respond.
Still, Nothing.
Her spirit was soured. Her gut knew something was wrong but what. It couldn’t be that he was actually…
“Alright,” Anika rolled her eyes. Walking over to the mini-bar. “Spit it out Gojo, what’s wrong this time?”
Still, Nothing.
Not even a peep.
Anika looked at his reflection in the glass cabinet and her stomach sank. This was uncanny. Gojo quietly placed the paper down, creased by how furiously he held on to it…
The Kabalians: The Press Conference
Summary: Mayor Gojo and DA Nanami officially announce the search for Rose Armitage. Will she accept this turn of events? Or will she turn to chaos as the ultimate weapon?
Part: 21 | > 22 < | 23
Lost? Check out "The Timeline" or "Season 1 Recap"
WARNINGS: mentions of sex, mentions of violence, revenge porn
FAO: @nathalunalune @nakaharaslove @dassmyname @nighttimescribbles @shrekisshrimpthesimp @tonaken @slavanimesimp @killerbananas
She’s wished for this since the very first time they met. To see his huge ego deflated and mouth shut. But the reality of it was far from satisfying. Satoru looks downright dejected, movements slow and his sparkling sapphire eyes worryingly dull. This doesn’t feel like a triumph, it feels wrong. And the anxiety settles like lead in her belly.
Nika wiggles her body in between his sturdy oak desk and himself and takes the chewed-out paper out of his hands. What she should be thinking about is the press conference, the impact on his term, and chances for reelection. Still, all she can see is his vulnerability and his need for support. Her support.
Wordlessly, Gojo slumps forward, burying his face in her chest. The familiar scent of matcha and tea soothes his nerves. For just a brief moment he can forget the sour taste in his mouth, the persistent trepidation he can’t seem to shake off. And as he feels her nails lightly dragging across his scalp he wishes the clocks would just stop, then they could stay like this forever. Watch the storm from a distance, a small infinity away.
“I know you think I’m just a spoiled man-child.” He says, voice vibrating across her skin. “But I’m actually trying here.” Loops his arms tightly around her waist as he lifts his head to look at her face. The worry he finds etched on her features makes his heart squeeze. Maybe he shouldn’t be messing up his tie before every appearance just so she can fix it. Maybe he shouldn’t be fucking her at every possible opportunity he gets. Especially not in his office.
Or her office.
Or her assistant’s desk.
He definitely shouldn’t be looking at his chief of staff with hearts in his eyes, like she could paint the stars in the sky. But, well, he is.
Tiny warm hands cup his face, thumbs smoothing across his cheekbones. “Satoru,” her voice like a soothing balm for his wounds, “If I thought you were a spoiled man-child, I wouldn’t be here in the first place.”
“You’ve called me those actual words on several occasions.”
“Well, if the occasions were you being a spoiled man-child then it doesn’t count.”
And Gojo can’t hold back the little puffed breath of a laugh that bursts through his lungs. There’s comfort in the silence that follows. A warmth shared within light touches and soft gazes that spreads and devours.
“Will you tell me what’s wrong now?”
And then the foreboding feeling returns as Satoru groans out in frustration. “I don’t know,” There’s an air of seriousness to his tone, “Something doesn’t feel right.” And the storm gets closer.
Maybe Kirstein and Fushiguro are right. Maybe he’s not the man he thinks he is. He doesn’t have what it takes to do this. After all, didn’t that girl get hurt on his watch? The Judge’s daughter of all people. Isn’t there a terrorist out there on the loose? He couldn’t stop any of it, he cou-
“It’s okay, I won’t let Megumi throw eggs at you. I promise. Maybe just one. Might be funny” Nika tries to joke, to pull the mayor back into her comfortable little cocoon. “Everything will be alright.”
She fixes his tie as they stand in front of the large oak door to his office. Her tiny fingers fiddling with the expensive material and pulling it tighter around his neck. Gojo can’t stop staring at the way she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, brows furrowed in concentration. And his mind wanders to those words that have been itching on the tip of his tongue for months now. I love you. But the moment passes him by as she smoothes over the lapel of his navy suit jacket.
The conference room is bustling with reporters and cameras flashing. The excitement of such a sudden announcement is palpable. It must be something important. What is the angle? What designer is Mayor Gojo wearing today? I hope it’s something juicy. Well, it’s not all particularly hard-hitting journalism, but reaching as wide of an audience as possible has always been important to the mayor. And it’s Tom Ford.
DA Nanami and Mayor Gojo take their seats at the long table in front of the press. Agent Kirstein stands by the screen with his hands clasped in front of him. The gravity of the situation is made known by his solemn expression. The picture of the city seal is replaced with the face of a woman. Rose Armitage, also known as Rosemary Afton (32) is wanted for fraud, blackmail, and attempted murder.
* * *
Rose Armitage is currently devising another devious plan. Running shoes patter against the wet pavement in quick succession. Gloves, a rope, some good wine for this special occasion. Her mind keeping track of the expanding list of supplies that are needed and how she plans to use them. How she plans to punish Clare for her betrayal. Thoughts souring and fermenting and rotting inside her very core.
Then she catches it. In the periphery of her eye. A familiar face. Her own face. The picture is not very flattering but that’s not what upsets her. Fraud?! As if she would ever stoop that low! What’s even worse is this panel of men judging her, persecuting her. The barely sentient Agent Kirstein, that bumbling idiot of a Mayor, deciding her fate. Her blood boils at the sight. A feeling she’s almost forgotten, panic and bile rising. She needs a distraction. She has no other choice.
This wasn’t her plan. It’s too early but it will do, it must. The audience is sufficient, he will not recover from this. Rose takes the phone stashed in the inside pocket of her jacket. It is time to play her hand. This is only the beginning.
* * *
Then, the screen goes black and the lights are dimmed. There is a palpable feeling of panic in the room, people gasping and cursing. Questions of what is going on? Is this an attack? Are we safe?
And now a grainy security camera video is playing. Despite the low quality, the face of one AG Jaeger can clearly be seen entering the cell of inmate # - Scribs. In the next scene, she is bent over the single prison bed, the attorney general now pounding the criminal from the back, holding her down by her neck.
The video has no sound. A voice track plays in the background.
“I, Zeke Jaeger, do solemnly swear. I will support and defend the constitution of this state against all enemies, foreign and domestic. That I will bear the true faith and allegiance to the same. But I take this obligation freely. Without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion. And I will well and faithfully discharge the duty upon which I am about to enter, so help me god.”
* * *
Zeke Jager is watching the scene unfold from the comfort of his home. His grip on the crystal glass tightens, more and more until it cracks under the pressure. Blood and whisky drips onto his plus beige carpet, thin and crimson. He watches his life fall apart at the sound of his own solemn oath. There is nowhere for him to run to now. This is the end.
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*heavy knocks on door*
“A delivery for a uh… Me-Medea?”
[Card ID: Just wanted to wish you a great week ahead. Thanks for all your hard work on this case and for dinner. I had fun. I heard you like to write so I gotl you some notebooks. I hope you like sunflowers too - Jean.]
Closing the door shut, Medea placed everything on the table. She read the card about 5 times her smile becoming wider after each read.
Sunflowers were her favourite
Her eyes darted to the stack of notebooks, she quickly grabbed a pen and started scribbling down the ideas she came up with at work.
Medea: wait.... i never told him i like writing so.... how did he know? Shit
#i never told him lmao#am i gonna get caught and/or fired?#kabal multiverse of madness#the kabalians#𔘓 letters#{💗} loml: clare <3
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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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In honor of the increasing porn bots here on Tumblr, watch me create a cringe attempt of the kabalian gurls being calendar girls lolol
HAHAHAH MERRY KINKMAS EVERYONE ✨ This has been a very wonderful year, thank you for all the horny memories 🥵
Vivat nostra libido!
What a Glorious Photo - although one would argue that Princess Shrekky be front and centre and (treacherous) Judge Clare be removed (and his daughter no less, lbr) but that is neither here nor there.
Don Señor Pablo is very pleased. He says the young-uns would call this “Fap Material” and will hang proudly in his home during his time now in house arrest.
Sending Ravens to: @nathalunalune @nighttimescribbles @nakaharaslove @shrekisshrimpthesimp @koulakoukoula2003 @slavanimesimp @ushiwhacka
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In Koula's secret hideout:
Slavanimesimp *stops typing on her supercomputer*: oi, partner, are we gonna surrender or what?
Koula *sighs*: negative, I found information regarding the Judge's marital status. You might want to see this
slavanimesimp *sighs*: aw man, what's the point of surrendering if daddy erwin is a married man
Koula: I know, partner, let's just sit tight for now. Our rations can last us months down here and there's no way they'll find-
*knocks on the door*
both partners share a look: oh shit
tagging: @slavanimesimp sorry i dragged you into this AHAHAHA @nathalunalune @dassmyname @shrekisshrimpthesimp @soaringmirror @ushiwhacka @tonaken @nighttimescribbles
#LMAO#idk#maybe#the kabalians#kabal multiverse of madness#kabal chronicles#kabal kronicles#the kabal#I just like drawing squares on photoshop#that's real code btw eheheeh#except some stuff#did you guys catch us?#imma let the judge decide
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Tonight on Sins Specials. Let's take a look at the controversial life of the woman behind the Anti-Horny Propaganda, AG Clare and her family with our new segment:
The video we are about to show you is a short documentary that was filmed prior to the accident of their beloved daughter and due to the unforeseen misfortune the documentary was put to a halt. But tonight, the unreleased footage will be played.
And it's quite a funny thing, the last sentence by Mr. Smith. Because as of today, Shrekky still has not regained her consciousness and her life still hangs by the thread.
'That old Shrekky is gone'
Could this be a premonition of what's about to happen to poor Shrekky who only wanted to be freely horny?
#HAHAHAHAHAHAHA#look at me clinging to daddy erwin like my life depends on it#harumph harumph#rawr#anyway#i don't know what im doing#hahahhaahahah#kabal#the kabalians#kabal chronicles#kabal saga#kabal multiverse of madness
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Well well well. SCRIBS. El Scribs, forgive me. I’m sure you know me. Tonaken Keating
I’ll get straight to the point, I’m sure you are very busy and entertained in this…hole you find yourself in. There are a few things I wish to understand.
What is the nature of your relationship with AG Jeager? I remember that he wasn’t as joyous when you were found guilty of your heinous crimes. Is there some mutual understanding between the two of you?
Anything helps, and if you give us valuable information, I’ll help you from outside. You have my word.
Hello and a good day to you, too, Ms. Keating. Mighty thoughtful of you to come see me in my *gestures extravagantly at barren visiting room* home away from home.
You'd be extremely interested to know about AG Jaeger, wouldn't you? I heard from a little bird that DA Nanami is gunning for a promotion. Wouldn't it be convenient for an Attorney General seat to free up just as he's finishing this month's review?
But I am running my mouth. That is not a matter about which i can be familiar, living out my days in my poor cold 8x8 cell. AG Jaeger and I are mere nodding acquaintances. Specifically, I nodded ((meaningfully, lasciviously)) and shimmied my [redacted] at him as i passed him outside his courtroom on my way out after my sentencing. All i know of him is that he is a banging looker with a big fat [redacted] stern but fair judge with a flair for luxury. mmmmm daddeh
You are an intelligent woman, Ms. Keating. Your intuition is strong and you were not wrong to suspect Her Hornyour. Watch her carefully. Although we Kabalians are serially horny, we are, at our root, good, benevolent people.
I'm afraid that if AG Jaeger is all you're asking about on this visit, you're going to return to your perfect Kento empty-handed. Fortunately, I am in a cooperative mood and think that you should at least see how your sorority sister @nathalunalune has been pulling the wool over your eyes. In the guise of "gathering evidence", "studying the enemy", and all such other responsible-sounding nonsense, your sister has spontaneously and REPEATEDLY displayed the propensities of her Kabalian history. Behold!
#asks#i love that photo + expression sm!!!#solicitor keating sniffing The Beast out#more attempts at her hornyour slander#kabal chronicles#the kabalians#kabal multiverse of madness#i'm sorry this took sooooo long#i wanted to wait for clare's latest storylines to come out to make sure my response wouldn't split from canon#i think this is ok???#Clare???
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A delivery for a Miss Shrek?
*FRAGILE HANDLE WITH CARE*
“Tom the Dom, came back from Somme and wanted to go to prom. But unfortunately for Tom, the infamous dom, he was sadly stopped by a…”
🧸
BREAKING NEWS
The notorious fornication convict infamously known as Slasher Shrek has been critically injured after receiving a mysterious delivery package.
The details of the sender's package is currently unknown. Police and their intelligent department is presently working on this case.
Meanwhile, doctors have announced that Shrek's is in a very critical condition and her survival is uncertain due to the injuries she sustained.
Now that the Heiress of the Horny Kabal Inc. is in an unfavorable situation, the question arises, will the world finally be rid of the horny?
#what happens now#will shrek survive#your oración is badly needed#kabal saga#kabal chronicles#kabal multiverse of madness
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Shrek pls I’m reading the timeline if the kabal saga and where tf does Johnny sins come fron cause I’m lost 😂
Auntiieee
(forgive my boldness ma'am, i just thought since you're momma's sorority sister, might as well call you auntie tee hee 👉👈)
HAHAHAHAHH anyway back to Johnny Sins 😂 if my memory serves me correctly, it was when I was sent to horny jail by tumblr and when i was set free i think i sent a mahitoXnanami NSFW drawing to @soaringmirror and we joked about holy water and the abolition of my sins then I said a priest may do so and used Johnny Sins picture dressed like a priest, then from there it sort of became an inside joke lol hahahah with johnny sins having played different roles 👀 in his lifetime he's like everything everywhere all at once in this kabal multiverse of madness 😂 and yeah so I took advantage of his versatility✨ 😌 and incorporated him in this saga hahhah he's basically just a side character who has multiple roles HAHAHHA 😂💀😂
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You have a visitor, Scribs:
📍Horny Gulag, Undisclosed Black Site near the Mariana Trench
AG Jaeger: Well, well…
AG Jaeger: Little Minx. My! The gulag suits you. Such a pretty dirty doll, chained and buckled to a chair. You were always your best when you were in chains. So feral with lust that as much a danger to herself as well as others. Especially furniture. I’ve seen the bill - how many pillows have you ruined from rutting?
No matter… I’ve come down here especially to offer you something, I think you’d like.
AG Jaeger: How does house arrest sound? Hmm… Princess? A deal as sweet as Biscoff. £3.7 million detached property overlooking the river, in DA Kento Nanami’s District. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Smart girl like you. Wouldn’t you like to lounge away in Mugler and Galliano like you used to and write in the sunset with your darling, bubba? I’m sure it’s better than scribbling on toilet paper whilst in solitary confinement. The grey and concrete can’t be good for the text nor the brain now could it?
AG Jaeger: I’m willing to give you partial diplomatic immunity. All you have to do is give me some names and some locations. The more you supply, the strong your immunity. What do you think, kitten?
More than good paper and premium ink, more than the priciest estate you can buy, I'd rather have you for a reward, AG Jaeger Beast, sir. Your wee princess wouldn't know what to do with a riverside property if there isn't you in it. Besides that, DA Nanami has a severe reputation, and with him around, @tonaken Terror is sure to be keeping watch. If she's watching, your esteemed colleague is sure to have an eye out for me, too. And that's no fun unless you're [redacted] me against the glass walls of our home and letting me tumble you onto your goosedown to have my fill of Biscoff cream off your [redacted].
The Kabal is set to take over the world of horn, anyway. It's only a matter of a short while. So keep the Gulag's Coco and Kiki de Montparnasse supply coming steady. Your little bengal kitten will show you a treat in chains on your every visit.
FRFR I SAT ON THIS WAY TOO LONG BEC I COULDN'T STOP INTERNALLY SCREAMING AND CREAMING. sis how could you be so cruel as to hit me like this??? you know i'm WEAK RABID for an imposing man in a suit or the pieces thereof flexing his power and putting me in my place. how could you do me like this??? sending AG Jaeger to me on a silver platter like this???
i spent way too long re-reading this and giggling and kicking my feet like his silly little fangirl 😭😭😭
#bruuuuhhhh all my braincells went straight to my pussy at this#😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#oh zekey i love you#allegiance to the kabal#allegiance to AG Jaeger#kabal lore#kabal chronicles#kabal multiverse of madness#friends#mooties#precious clare#asks
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Nurse Miche, the gentleman that he is asking Shrekky if anything hurts after doing the devil's tango 😌
Shrekky:
Cc: @thekabalians @nathalunalune @nighttimescribbles @koulakoukoula2003 @slavanimesimp @ushiwhacka @tonaken @soaringmirror @dassmyname
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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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