#aynan daher

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Uh oh it’s a debate! (Fic)

Well uh, I’ve been dead for half a year. But now I’m back! Schools been a bitch but Summer break is here and I’ve written something out! Lets watch two idiots argue! Tracy Spacey belongs to @reginaldcopperbottom go follow them and Lucien Rousselle belongs to @quec-two follow her too

"Conductor, with all due respect, what will we gain from this plan?"

The varying tone of the Council Members' voice felt like acid in the Conductor's ears and the pressure inside her skull only increased. Elg felt a simmering irritation nip under her skin and she swore that she just popped a blood vessel. The sleek figure of her biggest rival, Tracy Spacey, stood with arms crossed across the table, unyielding in their questioning. A predominant frown showed their dislike, along with their stiff but straight posture. The air in Elg's lungs left in a huff, and the soft padding of her fingers traced her temples in circles.

"Didn't the older members of our honorable council teach you that you should never play all your cards on one possibility?" Elg challenge as her eyes traveled over the quarreling Council Member.

"Of course they did and that is why I am objecting to this self-destructive plan." Tracy fired back, a harsh glare treating Elg's larger form as she did theirs.

"To hide a large portion of our loot from our ally is only going to inspire mistrust Conductor, and for someone who fought so hard to establish it, I find it strange you'd risk it based on unfounded paranoia." They continued with a small smirk resting on their lips, the smugness leaking off their words.

Elg's lips were sealed while her form rose from her seat, the wooden chair digging into her hand. Her head lolled to the side, not unlike a curious dog.

"Unfounded paranoia? Mind elaborating on that?" She questioned, her fingers tightening around the rim of the chair.

"Tell me, do we have any reason to not trust The Masqueraiders and their leadership?" They spoke while their legs carried them towards the nearest window, gloved hands moving from gripping the other arm to gripping each other behind their back.

"There is no evidence of backstabbing after all." They continued.

"At the moment...Yes, there is no evidence of betrayal from our ally" The Conductor admitted through grit teeth, feeling the annoyance bubble in her veins as her eyes bore into the Council Member.

A satisfied sneer sneaked onto their face as their body twirled around to meet Elgs, displaying a feeling of victory and command despite standing a fair distance away from the Conductor.

"Then why are we having this debate in the first place? Order the Metallics to cease the transfer-"

The chasm that leaked words abruptly stopped as their gaze locked onto the finger that rose into the air, signifying them to shut up. A simple gesture for most, but those used to debates with the Conductor, it's a warning. Tracy felt a similar rage seething in their veins as the Conductor, but they chose to obey, crossing their arms with a grunt and a glare. They were however curious of what her counter would be.

Elg, satisfied with Tracy's silence, spoke.

"You are correct by saying there is no evidence of dishonesty from our ally-"

A snobbish glint danced in their eyes as they kept eye contact with Elg. In response, Elg's feet carried her forwards, closing the gap between them ever so slightly.

"-But have you forgotten what world we operate in Council Member?" She continued sharply while her steps danced closely to Tracy's personal space. Tracy felt their body react by taking a step back, and their arms sneaked back into a defensive position.

"I don't follow your line of thinking, Conductor" They rumbled as a counter, their asphalt-colored gaze hardening as they were locked with Elg's sharp ocean blue eyes.

With a confident step forward, and a small squeak from Tracy as their personal space was breached, Elg felt a dark chuckle escape her lungs.

"We're criminals, Council Member. We operate in a space where betrayal is rewarded greatly, and so are the Masqueraiders. Yes, they might not plan to betray us now, but in the future? Anything is possible. Besides, they might be planning to stab us in the back right now, we just haven't noticed."

For a split second, the room was silent. Not a single sarcasm-filled sound bounced off the metal walls. The only noises either of their ears could pick up were their own and the other's breathing. The space between them barely existed, their chests squished up against each other. Despite Tracy slightly outclassing Elg in height, Elg's more bulky form made them look quite small pressed up against her. The stillness continued. Tracy's mind drew a blank, Elg waited for a response.

But as the clock in Tracy's pocket ticked, both their gazes averted and both moved back a step, with the Conductor doing it calmly while the Council Members step was more panicky. Despite this, Elg quickly reestablished eye contact, refusing to look away until Tracy gave them an answer. Tracy, in their turn, fumbled a bit.

"D-Don't you think I know that?!" They spat out, flustered, while their body moved into a guarded stance. Their spine was erected and their foot hit the floor repeatedly.

"Well, If you did maybe you wouldn't be so naive!" Elg snarled back angrily, the rage in her blood starting to boil over. Both their tones drowned the room in toxicity.

"Don't patronize me, Conductor! I'm not a fucking child!"

"Stop acting like one then!"

"Oh, I could say the same to you! You're putting the stability of our alliance in peril because of some childish fear!"

"Why do you even care so much?! You were one of the biggest opponents of said alliance in the beginning! You fought tooth and bloody nail to prevent it, constantly calling me a false conductor who doesn't care about her people! And now that I'm actually prioritizing the Bowties you fucking fight me on it! What happened?!"

Their feet shifted their balance to their toes as a preventive scoff left them. Their body kept dragging in itself.

"It doesn't matter! People are allowed to change their god damn opinions Conductor!"

Suddenly, something clicked in the Conductors head, and her stare once again traveled over the huffing Council Member. The defensive position, the avoidance of the question, the almost fearful tone in their voice, bouncing around in her ear...

"You gotta be kidding me" She muttered spitefully, her stare turning into a glare.

"Wha-?" Tracy started but was caught off guard by the Conductors' sudden change in volume.

"It's that wasp-looking guy isn't it?! Lucien Rousselle, right?!" She raised her voice, the sound of fury echoing.

"W-What about him?! What the hell are you on?!" Tracy spluttered, a red heat traveling through their cheeks.

"Don't play dumb with me you clock-obsessed moron! It's so obvious even I can see it! I see the looks you give him! You're prioritizing your dainty little feelings over the safety of our faction!" Elg roared, the stomp of her steps slowly approaching Tracy once again.

"U-Uh n-no! That's not true! Uhm...uh...but but BUT WHAT ABOUT WEASLEY? YOU TWO ARE CLOSE! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK HE'D BETRAY YOU? YOU THINK HE'S JUST ANOTHER LUIGRA?!" Tracy bit back, panic rushing through their bones. They HAD to change the topic, and fast. Even if it meant hitting some weak spots.

Now it was Elg's turn to be completely bewildered. Her footsteps ground to a halt as she was forced to recalibrated her brain.

"What the...What?! Just because we're close and work together doesn't mean I'd sacrifice the safety of my fellow Bowties! And don't you DARE compare him to that...that greedy blue-haired fucker!" Elg stuttered out, confusion and anger dribbling off her voice.

"Well, maybe you should ACT like it then you daft idiot!"

"Hah! Rich for you to say love bird!"

"S-Shut up! I'm not in love with a fucking economics minister! You tried to teach Weasley how to play fucking POOL yesterday!"

"That has nothing to do with ANYTHING-"

"Oh doesn't it-?!"

"Conduta' Elg?"

Both of their mouths clamped shut as that familiar Arabic voice filled the room.

"Y...Yeah, Aynan?" Elg huffed out, completely out of breath from the shouting match.

"We nee' to le'ave tha' area soon, ya nee' to prepa' tha' train" He continued, his words soft and delicate like a cloud.

"Yes, yes of course. I'll head out now" Elg responded, her body taking her towards the door like she was on autopilot, with her Young Soul waiting outside.

Before she left the room, she once again stared into Tracy's thundercloud-like eyes. They were both gasping a bit, exhausted from the dispute turned screaming match. She was met by anger, confusion, and fear. Her own sky blue gaze showed similar emotions. From this, both of them knew this debate was far from over, and that they'd clash again one day soon.

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How Right Hand Men/Women/Non binary folks work in the Bowtie Bastards

Every single criminal faction has got to have one or more Right-Hand Men/Women/Non-binary folk and the Bowtie Bastards are no exceptions. (By the way, I'm gonna call the "Right Hand Men/Women/Nonbinary folks" "Close Advisors" from now on so I don't have to type out all that garbage)

The Conductor must always pick two Close Advisors when they take their role since the Bowtie Bastards pride themselves on the fact that they act like a democracy. They are a family of outcasts after all and not letting everyone take part would be contradictory to their morals. Can't leave all the power with a single person! The unique thing however is that these advisors must be of a certain age. One younger advisor to represent the younger side of the Bowtie Bastards and one older advisor to represent the older side of the Bowtie Bastards. The younger advisor is known as the Young Soul and the older advisor is known as the Old Soul.

This is to keep the balance between older members and younger members and their often different views on the paths the organization should take. (The age of the Conductor doesn't matter though since the point of the Old soul and Young Soul is to represent their respective ideals. A conductor being closer in age to one of them doesn't change that) They also wear a little candle hat (representing hope and guidance) to signify their role.

This system was implemented in the late 1910s, about 50 years after the Bowtie Bastards were founded. This was because due to the various events around that time (including revolutions, starvation, World War 1, the breakup of many empires, etc.) many started to join the Bowtie Bastards out of desperation. This caused a huge rift between the older members who had more influence and the younger members who were quickly becoming the majority. Many times when a Conductor was elected it would be a younger member due to them being the majority. This younger Conductor would start to put restrictions on the older members to curb their influence while the older members refused to take orders from a Conductor who didn't share their ideas.

This almost tore the Bowtie Bastards apart as the two parts constantly sabotaged each other. Seeing that their family was breaking apart, an older member named Isitshalo Dube proposed the idea to have one old advisor and one young advisor working closely with the Conductor to ensure more balance. It took a lot of convincing on both sides but they eventually adopted the system. This didn't immediately fix the various problems but it did save them from total collapse. The YSOS (Young soul Old soul) system has been in use ever since.

There's also a board of advisors that help the Conductor as well but they don't have as much influence as the YS and the OS. They are probably gonna be explained in another post.

The current Young Soul is named Aynan Daher, a 26-year-old middle eastern gay trans man with a calm attitude, a love for baking as well as cooking, and a pretty itchy trigger finger. He also doesn't really think before he speaks and is slightly impulsive from time to time.

The current Old Soul is named Frank Jenkins, a 70-year-old African American omnisexual trans man with a snarky temper, terrifying skill in Tetris, and some really strong empathy/sympathy for others. He walks with a cane that may seem harmless but it possesses the ability to fire off solar-powered lasers similar to Elg's umbrella.

They act as advisors to Elg, (no last name is given) a 25-year-old Swedish/Sami asexual panromantic woman. She's a big theatre kid with a love of dramatics and over the top plans. She's very soft around the various members of the Bowtie Bastards (acting as a big sister) but is terrifyingly apathetic against anyone outside the organization. She fights with a solar-powered laser-shooting umbrella that can also be used as a blunt force weapon. (although less effective)

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Another Shot

So basically me and @reginaldcopperbottom had a big brain rot moment over a possible Cyborg AU (like RHM or Revenged!Henry) for Triple Thieving and then i created this fic.

Btw Triple Thieving is another AU where Luigra (leader of the Crownminals and belongs to @charles-calvin-fanclub) Elg (leader of the Bowtie Bastards and belongs to me) and Sylvester (leader of the Masqueraiders and belongs to @reginaldcopperbottom) are crime friends who do crime stuff with their factions having an open alliance with each other. 

So the Cyborg AU is based in the Triple Thieving AU, making it an AU in an AU. I hope you enjoy this mess.

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The ground rumbled, and the sound of gunfire and explosions wormed their way around her. But she couldn't hear anything, only the shrill of a high pitched whine echoed in her head like she had been caught in a flashbang.

Wait, hadn't she been caught in an explosion?

She groaned. Every thought felt like a sledgehammer to the face, and her head was already killing her. God, it hurt so bad.

Actually, scratch that, her entire body sizzled with pure agony. Every movement felt like she was burning, every time her body got rocked by the shaking ground she felt one second closer to death.

How did she get here? Was this how she was gonna die? Who even was she? The pain was so overwhelming she could barely remember anything.

Something deep and animalistic inside her screamed to not forget, screamed to not die, screamed at her to get her act together. Listening to these urges, she tried to remember.

Her name was Elg...and she was the leader of...of the Bowtie Bastards? And she had two friends...They tried to raid some other organization...but some...Russians-

She felt a jerk stream through her body, and the anguish that followed threatened to swallow her whole. Her face became damper as tears and blood coated her skin. She just wanted this to end! Please!

But once again, that pesky urge to survive prevented her from giving in.

Russians...Russians wanted friends...they escape from...from wall? Why they escape from a wall? Wall..not danger?

She wanted to ponder the implications of fleeing from a wall, but she had to get back to the point. Those extra thoughts only made it harder after all.

Tried to...to keep friend safe...long stick...shoot rocket...boom-

The ground shivered ever so slightly as footsteps banged against it. The thoughts stopped once again as shock took over.

"Boss lass! Boss lass! Wher' are ya'!?-"

A gasp wormed its way through the shrill in her ears as the footsteps suddenly came to a stop.

"يا ربي! Elg!"

She knew that voice...clear as day. Her mouth opened.

"Ay..na..n?-"

A bloody cough interrupted her. She whined pitifully as the jolt caused by the cough spread pain in her systems.

"I-It will' be okay! We will fix th-this! Ple-Please, hol' on!"

His voice might have been shivering and breaking but to Elg, it was the most beautiful symphony she ever heard. Although the guttural scream tearing itself out of her throat as he tried to pick her up wasn't anything nice to listen to.

"Shhh, I'm so sorry lass...You'll be fine, I promise I won't let ya' g-go"

Her arms tangled themselves across her stomach as her savior quickened his pace. Every step sent a new shock of pain but she was starting to get numb. Was it the bloodloss? Maybe she should check out how bad she's got it.

Her eyelids slowly rose and beat back the exhaustion nibbling at her. She first saw Aynans determined yet fearful face, but her gaze wandered to something by their side. A tower. Tower tower tower tower...something about it felt important, something she should remember.

Suddenly it hit her and her heavy hand slithered its way to Aynans' arm and gave it a bloodstained poke. It did the trick as Aynans' gaze diverted to her.

"Syl...Sylve...ster...Lui...gra...!"

Her hand weakly clutched at his shirt and a little grunt escaped her lips, he needed to know how serious this was!

"Don't wo-worry Elg, w-we hav' backup com-comin' their w-way, E-Everything' gonna be fine" he stuttered nervously.

Even though his voice wasn't confident in the slightest, his words were weirdly calming. Her friends would be safe.

She could feel her body shutting down, her battle was drawing to a close. Her worn out eyes looked up at Aynan.

And she noticed something wet running down his cheeks.

"Pl...ease, don..'t...cr...cry...it...doe...doesn't...look...go...od...on...you..."

The corners of her mouth formed into a blood-soaked smile, before her world was swallowed by darkness.

"Wha' can ya do for them?!"

"Hmph, ze injuries are catastrophic, not salvageable without...intervention"

"That was not his question doctor, can you do what we ask of you, yes or no?"

"...Ja, I can, but it will come at ze hefty price"

"We have tha' money, just please help them!"

"Oh I do not mean ze cash, I am speaking of something else...I can see what I can do...Return tomorrow and ze queen and ze conductor will be good as new"

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Flufftober Day 9: Fruity

Characters: Frank Jenkins and Aynan Daher

Frank was scrubbing away mud from his cane when Aynan walked into the lounge.

"Ol' man! You ever tried this?"

In his hands was a pack of fruit gummies.

"Daher, I may be an oldie, but I'm not a caveman"

"Yeah yeah whatever you say ol' man, you want one?"

"Of course! Hand 'em over"

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Flufftober Day 7: Sugary

Characters: Conductor Elg, Aynan Daher, Frank Jenkins

A hand snaked its way onto a shoulder.

"So, what are you baking this year Daher?"

"Cake! We gotta keep Elg non-feral- no WAIT DONT MOVE-"

THUD!

"OH GOD ITS POURING SUGAR INTO THE MIX! GET IT AWAY-"

"Ack! Please forgive this clumsy old soul!"

"Frank spilled lipstick in your Valentino white-bag!"

"FUCK OFF ELG"

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Flufftober day 30: Pie

Characters: Aynan Daher, Frank Jenkins, Conductor Elg

"Aannnd 'ere we go!" Aynan exclaimed.

"Ooh, that looks delicious Daher!"

"Wha' did ya expect Ol' man?"

They kept chatting away but, unbeknownst to them, Elg was luring.

"VIBE CHECK"

She grabbed the pie and slammed it into Frank's face.

The thunderous glares of them both caused Elg to rethink her decision a little bit.

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Flufftober Day 23: Windy

Characters: Aynan Daher, Frank Jenkins

"Ohoho, ain't she a wiggler!" Frank exclaimed.

He was struggling with keeping himself upright, the heavy turbulence shook the train violently.

"Well, boss lass told us it was gonna get a bit windy, here, hold onto me" Aynan replied.

"Thank you, Daher" Frank said with a smile as he was lead to a safer place.

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Flufftober Day 31: Pumpkin Carving

Characters: Basically all the Bowtie Bastards

The train buzzed with noise as the Halloween party continued.

Elg opened the intercom, and the train went silent.

"To all my Bowties...Welcome, to the annual pumpkin carving competition!"

Cheering replaced the silence. Elg grabbed her knife and a pumpkin, Frank, and Aynan by her side.

These were gonna be the best pumpkins ever carved!

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Flufftober Day 28: Coffee

Characters: Conductor Elg, Aynan Daher, Luigra (mentioned and belongs to @charles-calvin-fanclub/ @luigra)

"I hate it, I hate it so much.."

"Yeah, I kno' boss lass..."

Elg pulled her hat over her face. Why, why was it always coffee? Ever since that snake Luigra threw-

Aynan snaked their way around her smaller frame, enveloping her in a hug.

"Don't worry Elg...I won't let anythin' happen to ya' again.."

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Flufftober Day 26: Soda

Characters: Conductor Elg, Aynan Daher, Frank Jenkins

"Guys...Why do you have 50 bottles of Coke"

"Uh...We stole 'em"

"But why...?"

Frank shrugged as he popped a bottle open.

"...Alright...So what are we gonna do with them?"

"Maybe give 'em out to the kids durin' the comin' Halloween party?"

"Fair enough wait- FRANK PUT THAT MENTOS DOWN!"

"I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY THIS!"

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Flufftober Day 21: Sleepy

Characters: Conductor Elg, Aynan Daher

"Boss lass...What did we say about overworkin' yourself?"

"But 'm not...overworking m'self"

"Elg, you can barely even speak, go to bed"

"..Mmm...no"

"Do I have to carry ya myself?"

"No...don't do tha'.."

"Too late"

Aynan smoothly scooped up the exhausted conductor.

"There we go' Can't complain'-"

Elg was already sound asleep in his safe arms.

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Flufftober Day 17: Bread

Characters: Conductor Elg, Aynan Daher, Frank Jenkins

"There' she is, ain't she a beauty?"

Aynan was right, that was one fine bank, filled with riches just begging to be stolen.

"So, what's your plan Conductor?"

"Simple, Hit em thrice to distract then steal the loot"

"Simple but effective I suppose"

"Hey, Elg! You gotta say the funny line!"

"...Let's get this bread boys"

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Flufftober Day 6: Cake

Characters: Conductor Elg, Aynan Daher, Frank Jenkins

"Daher? Why is the office door locked?"

"I-I don't know old man! Elg just went fucking feral or something!"

"Oh please, how nasty could it be?"

Frank pushed passed a stuttering Aynan and opened the door.

"Conductor? Are you in-"

"CAKE YOU SMELL LIKE CAKE, ACE CULTURE-"

"...Aynan, please go get the holy texts, quickly"  

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Flufftober Day 5: Game

Characters: Conductor Elg, Aynan Daher

"Seems like another victory for the GREAT conductor Elg is imminent!"

"Hmph, don't brag yet boss lass.."

"What's that supposed to mean-"

A beeping sound came from the TV, the beeping of a Blue Shell.

"no nO nONO NO AYNAN I SWEAR TO GOD-"

BOOM!

"Yes! Glory for me!"

"I'm demoting you to guard duty"

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Flufftober Day 29: Tea

Characters: Frank Jenkins, Aynan Daher, Conductor Elg (mentioned)

The cup in Franks's hands was fuming, a comfort to his old bones.

"'Ey Elg, Wha' if we ge' some pink dye?"

Watching Daher and The Conductor come up with wild ideas while he was sipping on his tea made him feel like a high-class sophisticated Brit.

Was he gonna stop them?

Of course not.

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Flufftober Day 27: Puffy

Characters: Conductor Elg, Aynan Daher, Frank Jenkins

Those eyes...Those red puffy eyes on a tearstained face. Begging him to fix them.

Frank hated it. Hated looking in Elg's eyes and seeing burning pain. Hated looking in Aynan's eyes, those who were troubled by dysphoria.

He couldn't make it stop...But he could envelop them both in his arms and whisper words of support.