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The Girl Who Chased Bugs

Ship: Aniol West & GraveRobber (platonic), Aniol West & Shilo Wallace (platonic)

Word Count: 1397

Summary: Wow, I did not mean for this to get this long but I don't really know how to split it up so bear with me. Aniol and GraveRobber have a chat when they are interrupted by a familiar face. Also this isn't necessarily canon to my ship timeline I just wanted to write Aniol and Shilo interacting. CWs for canon-typical themes, let me know if there's anything else that needs a warning, I'm tired and can't tell. (genuine)

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

On the shadiest streets in the city, people like the GraveRobber dwelled. Illegal Zydrate dealers and Zydrate addicts, those just trying to get by and those looking to make a quick buck… there was no “middle class,” there hadn’t been one for a long time. There was the bottom of the beer barrel and the corked top of a bottle of champagne. Aniol was about the only person who existed and flowed between that high and low. He whistled a tune that connected him with the GraveRobber as he walked, drawing the eyes of the prostitutes on the corner and their potential customers. It didn’t take long for the pale man with colourful streaks in his greasy hair to materialise out of the darkness, whistling along with Aniol as he took up stride at their side.

“What’s new with you?” He asked as the tune came to an end.

“I was wondering if I could interest you in a job,” Aniol hummed.

“In addition to what I already do?”

“Never mind the Zydrate business, I want to put you in a film.”

GraveRobber slowed to a halt while Aniol managed a few more steps forward before turning to face him.

“I don’t know, pretty bird. Don’t you think that’s a bit risky, putting my mug on the big screen? You’re not trying to put me out of business, are you?”

Aniol stepped toward him, taking his angular face in their hands and examining his features closely. “A little make-up and prosthetics and you’ll be unrecognizable. I promise you, my artists are just as good as surgeons, and of course they’re under a contract that says they can’t say shit about dick unless I say so, so you wouldn’t have to worry about your identity getting out beyond the dressing room.”

The GraveRobber considered this for a moment before the two of them were distracted by the sound of a can bouncing off of the curb. A girl standing anxiously under a streetlight gasped and stepped back, obviously not wanting to be seen.

“What’s a girl like you doing out at this time of night?” Aniol called across the alley.

“Kid? Is that you?” GraveRobber added, curiously familiar. The girl hesitantly skipped across the road to join them.

“I'm sorry, I-I promise I wasn't stalking you, I was following a bug…” She looked around, “I’ve lost it, now…”

“You know this young thing?” Aniol asked, his expression slightly concerned. He lowered his voice, “She's not a customer, is she?”

“No! This is… well, I never did catch your name. But it’s kind of funny… you were chasing a bug the first time we met.”

The girl smiled coyly. “That’s right…” her brow then furrowed. “But you also got me caught.”

“I understand that you aren’t supposed to be out either way, so I’d prefer if you thought of it as me doing you a favour, kid.”

“My name is Shilo.”

Recognition flashed on Aniol’s face, and he could see that it made her nervous. “GraveRobber’s right, you shouldn’t be out.” He crossed his arms. “You’re clearly young and inexperienced, for one. This city’ll eat you alive if you’re not careful.”

She pulled her bag closer to her side, a determined look on her face. “Who’re you to say I’m inexperienced? I’m seventeen, I’m practically an adult.”

“And yet you’re sneaking around like you’re twelve,” GraveRobber quipped, making her face turn pink with embarrassment.

Aniol moved to whisper in his ear, “This is one of my friends’ kids.”

Surprise captured him and he huddled with Aniol in an attempt to talk more privately. “Really?? How do you know?”

“I’ve never seen a picture of her, but how many Shilos do you meet on a given day? She already reminds me of him, too.”

“What are you two murmuring about over there?” Shilo asked. The GraveRobber popped his head up.

“Nothing. Just discussing who should take you home.” He shoved Aniol forward. “How about my friend, here?”

“What? No, I don’t want to go home yet!” She frowned at Aniol. “And don’t I know you from somewhere…?”

It was Aniol’s turn to blush. “I assure you, you don’t,” he answered firmly. Not like my face has been in magazines and on posters and billboards, my trailers on public television screens…

“So you’re saying this complete stranger should take me home?? Doesn’t that seem a little against your ‘protect the child’ M.O.?”

“Yes, well, I trust Aniol very much--”

“Robber.”

“Aniol… oh my God, you’re Aniol West!” Shilo pointed at him while his flush crept into his ears.

“And you are not nearly old enough to be watching my movies.”

“Well I’ve never seen any of them… I just recognized you from one of my magazines. You know Blind Mag?”

Aniol sighed while his friend looked very bemused. “It’s none of your business, kid--”

“Of course he knows Mag,” GraveRobber butt in theatrically, “all good artists know each other.”

This made Shilo’s eyes sparkle. “Can you get me her autograph?”

Aniol frowned. This was far too complicated for his liking, knowing the history interwoven between Nathan, Mag, Marni, and Shilo, though Shilo didn’t know it. He spoke very deliberately, “If you promise me there will be no fuss in going home tonight, I’ll think about it.”

She thought hard about it before nodding in agreement. “Deal. But you have to walk me, and you have to tell me all about being a director.”

GraveRobber snickered at Aniol’s reluctant expression.

“Fine…” He glared at his friend. You ass… and you don’t know the half of it! “GraveRobber, turn around and plug your ears.”

“Why…?”

“Just do it.”

“Fine, fine,” the GraveRobber did as he was told while Aniol stepped closer to Shilo.

“A final condition, your father absolutely cannot see me.”

“Huh??”

“Trust me. I walk you to your house, and then I’m gone. Just be prepared to get inside as quickly as physically possible.”

“Okay…” Shilo studied him for a moment. He wished he knew what she was thinking. He tapped the GraveRobber on the shoulder.

“You can take your hands off your ears, now.”

He turned back to them. “All settled, then?”

“Yes, I’m taking Shilo back home right now. Don’t think you’ve escaped my film proposition, however, I will be finding you again later.”

“You want to put him in a movie??” Shilo asked, giggling.

“What, you don’t think I have the chops?” GraveRobber asked in a jokingly aggressive manner. She continued to laugh, doubling over slightly. It warmed something in his cold, black, Zydrate-slinging heart. Aniol checked his watch.

“C'mon, Shilo. Ciao, Robber.” He pat the GraveRobber's cheek affectionately. He took his hand and kissed their fingers.

“Until I hear your siren’s song once more, Aniol.”

Aniol smiled, then began leading the way out of the alley.

“How do you know where you're going??” Shilo asked, jogging to catch up with him.

“I thought we agreed we would only talk about my career?”

“Yeah, but you're acting weird. And like, a different sort of weird from… what did you call him?” She gestured back down the alley. The GraveRobber had disappeared.

“Robber. Short for GraveRobber. I don't think he remembers his first name. Shilo, there's a lot you don't know… about everything. At this point, I don't think staying inside or sneaking out can help you.”

She was quiet as they walked along the dirty road, their faces lit in a flurry of neons as they passed by signage and under streetlamps. “You know my dad, don't you?” She eventually asked. “How? Were you a patient of his?”

“I won't tell you these things,” Aniol insisted, turning the corner. “Now, either ask me something about movies or please, be quiet.”

Eventually, she did begin asking about Aniol's work, which he patiently explained each process of, from writing to casting to actually filming something. Soon, they appeared at the back end of Shilo and Nathan's home.

“Can you climb the fence?” Aniol asked. Shilo nodded.

“Of course I can, I've been doing this since I was thirteen.”

“Thirteen?!”

“Shhh!!”

“Shilo…” Aniol’s tone was distinctly parental as she began the climb. She looked down at him as she scrabbled up onto her balcony. They shared a long gaze before she slipped inside and drew her curtains. Aniol exhaled and made his way back to his own home. Oh, Nathan…

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Nat

Ship: Aniol West & Nathan Wallace (Platonic?), Pavi Largo x Aniol West

Word Count: 666

Summary: After waking up from another modification surgery, Aniol is visited by Nathan and Pavi. CWs for surgery/hospital mentions, canon-typical suggestiveness, death and illness mentions, gore mentions kind of.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

Aniol blinked as feeling slowly pulsed into their body once more. By the bright lights dazzling their gaze and the soft beeping nearby, they knew they were coming out of a successful modification surgery; installing translucent plates into parts of their body to show off customised entrails and gilded bones. Their eyelids fluttered shut once more, and when they came around again, they were in a less bright room and a more comfortable bed.

They sighed and flexed their fingers, knowing better than to try and do anything more. Still, curious as to how things turned out, he cautiously lifted up the blankets and began rolling up the thin hospital gown that shielded his bandages from the elements, only to be interrupted by the door opening. Aniol froze and directed his attention toward the figure entering the room, a soft smile quickly coming to his features.

“Nathan.”

The bespectacled man with greying hair smiled back, placing a bouquet of dried scarlet pimpernels and delphiniums on the bedside table.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, his voice just louder than a whisper.

“Groggy. A little sore. Nothing unexpected.”

His brows knit together. “Sore?”

Aniol laughed quietly, settling deeper against the mattress and pillow beneath him. “You know I always ask for a little less Zydrate than recommended. Pain is… a delicious thing, Nat.”

“Hmm.”

“What brings you here? I mean, I know I told you about my upcoming surgery, but I didn’t expect you… or the flowers.”

“I was in the area, and somebody was selling them outside. I thought you’d appreciate them.”

Aniol and Nathan’s hands curled together. “They’re very nice. Thank you, Nathan.” He exhaled through his nose, letting a beat of silence pass as he closed his eyes. “How’s your daughter?”

Nathan briefly squeezed their hand. “Holding on.”

“That’s good.”

“She looks more like Marni every day.”

Aniol said nothing, though opened his eyes when the door opened once more. Nathan looked over his shoulder and immediately slipped his hand out of Aniol’s.

“I should leave…” He muttered, embarrassed, as Pavi stood across from him, a slightly surprised expression on his face.

“Take care,” Aniol spoke as Nathan walked away, moving quickly past the son of his boss. As soon as he was gone, Pavi immediately dragged up the heavy chair from the foot of the bed, sitting down with his elbows on his bouncing knees and his chin in his hands.

“Did you two fuck???” His eyes sparkled as he asked the daring question.

“Good morning to you, too, Pavi. Maybe we did. Maybe we didn’t.”

Pavi scoffed, thoroughly enjoying this presumed discovery as he pressed on in an excited hiss, “Angel, he’s old enough to be your father!”

Aniol turned his head toward them. “How old’s his daughter… seventeen, right? I’m at least ten years older than that, Pavi.”

“You are still basically half his age,~” Pavi sing-songed before laughing. “Ooh, I learn more about your habits every day! And how scandalous, doing it with a man who killed his wife! While dating me!”

“I thought you said we aren’t dating?” Aniol raised a brow, internally amused at Pavi’s reaction. “Besides, that whole dead wife thing was an accident… and I’m not ‘doing it’ with him.”

Pavi waved his hand dismissively. “Are, aren’t, che importa! You really believe a highly skilled surgeon turned Repoman killed his wife accidentally?”

“Pavi, he’s only human. Nat was already overworked trying to find a cure for Marni’s illness, it was inevitable that he could’ve overlooked something.”

“Oh you are so carino.~” He laughed again. “Nat! Oh please, a nickname like that just proves you gave him some of your own ‘medicine.’”

Aniol hummed. “Pavi, I’m tired. I need to conserve energy so my body accepts these plates, you know.”

“Poo, you’re no fun.” Pavi stood, tracing their lips with his thumb. They opened their mouth and he stuck it in, savouring the slick warmth with a smirk. “Let me know if he wants a threesome sometime, giusto?”

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okay i might have something for a repo! s/i

his father was a repoman who went missing when they were a teenager and they never knew their mother, but they adapted well to living on the streets, and because of their family lineage were mostly left alone and even respected by geneco authorities

as an adult, it got into the film "business," mostly specializing in arthouse porn and videos showing off people's surgeries (as a director); their art captured the attention of pavi, and now the two have an off-and-on "thing"

relationships:

acquaintances with nathan wallace (repoman connection), the grave-robber (from living on the streets), blind mag* (geneco/pavi connection), and rotti largo

more than acquaintances but not necessarily friends with luigi and amber

close relationship with pavi

*he admires mag and wishes to be closer to her, but also considering his position doesn't feel the need to interfere with how geneco/rotti treats her...

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🏒 Dante Hicks: Ahh my darling Dante. Though romantic exes, we remain close, I love this dude! Probably the only ex-f/o relationship I have where there's no "should we get back together??" second-guessing type tension. He's happy I've got Jay & SB to keep me company. :0)

🫀 Nathan Wallace (aka The Repoman): MAKE YOUR MAMA MOURN YOU I'M THE NIGHT SURGEON!!! My awful bestie who I may or may not be fucking. Dude get your shit together GASGHAHAHG

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would it be funny if i did another one of those reblog games but the gimmick is i judge whether or not your f/o would pay their geneco debts on time (half-joking)

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can't wait to start theming my blog to repo! f/os in the future