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The Girl Who Wrote Me Letters VI.

[post-canon/canonverse] | series masterlist

— Annie x Mute! Fem! Reader.

summary: The ungrounded mystery grows restless and tensions grow higher with every passing moment.

Author’s note: After 9 different drafts, I have this one lmao. Thank you for everyone sticking close to the story and those who have been anticipating chapter 6. Here it is! and I hope you enjoy. 🍧💕

“This one.” The Commander said pointing down at the files on his old desk, the decision creating quite a stir between Hange and Levi.

Hange looked at Levi before they approached Erwin’s desk, picking up the document to see what was beneath. They felt their breath catch in their throat, eyes widening before taking a look over to their commander.

“You— You can’t be serious…” Hange was almost speechless. After everything that’s transpired, this man was still marching on his feet.

Levi walked over, questioning the judgement… Until he saw the name on the planner documents…

“Field Medics…?” He took the paper, looking through them to see Erwin’s plans of incorporating medics beside the scouts. These plans seemed vague, but the idea was there in the form of messily drawn pictures and arrows. He wasn’t expecting this and neither was Hange.

“With all due respect, we can’t afford to pull medics out on the field… Do you really think we’ll even get our hands on even ONE?” Hange expressed, motioning with their hands while they spoke. The idea was completely ridiculous! They were practically the clean up crew. Just waiting for the dead to pile up.

Erwin knew their concerns… But, it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before. He turned his back to look out the window, holding the spot where his arm used to be…. The painful reminder of time loss because of injury. Time that could’ve been spent focusing on many other things… Those days, hours and seconds.

“No…But, I know one person that they’ll likely let go.” He turned his head over his shoulder to look at Levi, who slowly went through the next page.

It was a list of names. Names of many of the more proud names within the Medical Regiment. So many good choices, but one was circled amongst these names.

ELINOR VIVIANNE. ← SECONDARY PICK.

LUTHER WAGNER. ← THIRD PICK.

Y/N L/N. ← PRIORITY PICK.

DENIS PENCE. ← KEEP AN EYE ON THIS ONE.

JOHNATHAN ADLER. ← FOURTH PICK.

Hange’s expression grew confused, “But, this one–”

“I know. However, I want this one as a mere test run.” Erwin clarified, showing that nothing was concrete yet. This was just the foundation.

Levi couldn’t seem to get behind it. The factors of this made for a dangerous situation, especially with the rumors. “…I don’t think this is a good idea.” He expressed, his eyes looking up from the papers.

Erwin found himself playing with a fountain pen he had on his desk. “We had them for the expedition. This will be no different.” He reassured, giving a head nod. He seemed to be convincing himself as he spoke along.

“We also lost Levi’s entire squad and then some. Do I need to remind you that this medic in particular is also suspected of being in contact with the titan girl that tried to run away and destroyed half of Stohess?” Hange’s voice slightly raised, a hand extended towards the door as if pointing at Stohess itself. The risks were way too high, but that never stopped Erwin.

Erwin stood up a little straighter, “Then it’s the perfect excuse to use to keep that one close… Isn’t it?” He looked between his two most trusted allies. His hand reached to the paper, pointing down to the name. Hange didn’t know what to say… and Levi? He just followed along. The idea of a on field medic fulltime was an idealistic idea… One that made any one more comfortable… That security.

But, he was not prepared of the other regiment names that would soon come in to deny the idea. They took to a vote; Pixis denied the possibility of wasting medics and soon after, Nile had also denied. His denial was more out of lack of interest than genuine concern…

Not even Zachary approved of the new idea, stating that it would be “Unwise to take away from the sub-regiment when it already lacked.”

In defeat, Erwin would place those plans in a drawer his desk. Letting that ideas seem to sink away with many of the others he had. He had to keep moving forward though, no time to waste. That was until death stopped him like a brick wall. So close, yet so far from the truth…

Y/N followed behind Levi, her eyes scanning around to hallways of the commander’s building. The wood creaked beneath their weight, making the building feel so… Hollow. That was expected though, wasn’t it? An important life was lost… One that used to fill this building.

“Y/N L/N…?” Hange questioned, seeing the young girl enter the room.

Y/N saw papers scattered around the old commander’s desk, a lot of red seemed to point to various things and occasionally the big letters. Her nervousness seemed to only grow from that. I mean, it’s not everyday you get pulled from your job.

With a cautious nod, Y/N stood across the desk, keeping her weight shifted off of her still recovering leg. The pain was dull, but she knew she couldn’t overwork it.

Levi reached over for a particular paper, sliding it in front of the nurse. She leaned down, looking over the paper with a watchful eye. The words were confusing, but when she noticed her name in bold letters… She shockingly backed up and looked at Hange and Levi with a look that asked them what they were planning.

“…A test run. And not one you can refuse either.” Hange explained, picking up another paper to slide over to the new field medic.

Y/N took a sneaking glance back, seeing Levi standing by the door. His eyes bore into her, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

There was that feeling again. That helplessness… Her eyes shifted back up to Hange who seemed to have the same look on their face. She really didn’t have much of a choice here… So, she just nodded. Hange nodded, looking over at Levi to see if he was satisfied. He just nodded his head, being the first to leave.

The weight was on her shoulders now after seeing this idea that was left behind by the old commander…

She couldn’t help but look down at her leg, shifting a bit to see if weight could be applied, but when she felt the buckle of her knee, she shook her head.

‘…I can do this…’ She thought to herself. It’s not like she had a choice here. It was either this or end up in a some fucked up situation… She had enough on her plate already. E/C eyes skimmed through the basics, finally landing on the name of the idea.

“Operation Support.” Her eyes seemed to read over and over again…

——

There was that helplessness again… That weak feeling that bubbled beneath her gut and overwhelmed her straight to the core. She even felt that pain in her leg again… Like every feeling and memory came flooding through from the back of her head…

Her eyes widened upon hearing that familiar voice call out her name… But, she didn’t see Annie… Just the monster that had ruined her…. That beast that haunted her night in her dreams from time to time. Some nights, it would stare down at her. Other nights it tried to grab her, pick her up in its muscly hand.

“Y/N…” Annie called out, her tone hushed and desperate. Hands stayed up in surrender, taking a cautious step forward but immediately stopped when Y/N’s hand adjusted around the grip of the gun. E/C eyes looked through those apathetic blue eyes, The ones that softened at the idea of this being it.

This was her chance… To settle their score. To make up for everything. This was her chance. This was her chance.

Her hand firmly grasped the gun, pointing it up higher towards Annie’s head. Her heart pounded in her ears accompanied with ringing and buzzing… Her breathing became shallow and uneven… Then she felt it.

Her vision grew blurry, her hand reaching up to touch the wetness that started to form there. She was starting to cry… Her throat had that familiar lump in it, making it hard to keep composure.

‘No… Stop…’ Her heart started to yell, but she tried to push the feelings down. Her hand wiped them away, not wanting to show this…This weakness. She wasn’t that pathetic girl writing in a book anymore. Those days were gone.

Annie felt her heart break at the sight. Her hand reaching out, but that made Y/N point her gun more firmly at the ambassador. This made her hands shoot back up to keep them visible. Annie knew that she had to work for Y/N’s trust again. It wouldn’t come easy. Not after what she did.

Annie closed her eyes tightly and braced for whatever was to come. She deserved it, didn’t she? She was the cause of all the troubles in Y/N’s life… The reason she ran away… Hell, she was waiting for her luck to burn out. And now? It seemed to be it.

This was her chance to get back for all the hurt and suffering. her breathing became uneven and her heart pounded in her ears. The white noise. It felt like she was drowning. Y/N couldn’t deny she was panicking…

But then Dakota’s voice pulled Y/N out, the writhing body on the floor let the tunnel vision clear up a bit. Her eyes looked down to the body on the ground.

“We’re… We’re here to help…” Dakota strained, holding her head in her hands from the throbbing pain that lingered. Kota couldn’t let Y/N kill Annie, not when they needed her for this whole thing… The main problem. “She’s…She’s with me… Marley’s Ambassador…” Kota stressed, seeing double when they tried to push themselves up. Hell, it felt like a brick just slammed into their head. What the hell were they feeding these doctors??

Her grip around the gun shook further, her heart telling her to stop while her brain told her it was for the best. Reluctantly, she forced her hand down and took in the sight of the newly made ambassador.

“Y/N—” Annie spoke with a calming reach out, but then they heard the sound of more people coming into the building and speaking.

BAM!

The noise made both Annie and Kota look over towards the door. Dakota was quick on the draw of her own firearm, eyebrows furrowing down.

Whoever wanted Y/N dead was very adamant on it. Especially, since it didn’t sound like just one persom this time. That alone pissed Y/N off.

The doctor had to fight with herself to keep from giving that ambassador a feel of her pent of frustration and anger… But, now wasn’t the time. All she did was give Annie a glare while she helped the bandit up from the floor, Kota taking it without much of a second thought and standing to her feet with a bit of wobble.

The glare was met with Annie’s softened expression, taking a moment to watch as the woman she once had so close to her, farther than ever before. The limp-walk past her made the weight of her actions heavier than ever. The sound of leather and metals kept Y/N’s right leg stable, helping her move properly with some minimal strain.

“She might develop a little limp… If you can convince her to stay in bed for her full recovery then maybe she might recover better... She’s always so eager to help out.”

Her hands clenched at her sides, as the memory of a bedridden Y/N laid in the infirmary bed. The way her face glistened in sweat and her head threw back in pain…. She couldn’t convince her… Not when she was trapped in that crystal…

She didn’t even notice the other two already rushing the window, Kota pulling up the window and checking below into the alleyway for any signs of a threat. It was empty. Nothing but a few stacked up crates and barrels below.

“Good enough.” The gang leader debated, shaking her head at the thought of Y/N potential falling a few feet down. Hell, they were sure she would land well… She guessed.

Annie’s mind was still dazed out. It felt like they stood on completely opposite sides of a canyon. The bridge being deliberately burned away, Y/N holding the matches that burnt the ropes thinner and thinner.

“Annie! Help her down.” Kota called, holding open the window. That snapped Annie back into the moment, her eyebrows furrowing down. She can pity herself later… Hopefully.

Without any time to waste, Annie rushed over to Y/N’s side. “Pardon my hands…” Annie softly spoke, keeping her hand on Y/N’s waist while she focused on ensuring she didn’t fall or trip. Y/N wasn’t used to the closeness, but she knew she couldn’t be annoyed about it.

“We know you’re here, Doc Let’s not make this harder than it has to be, hm?” One of the intruders spoke, a few laughing along. The sound of wood creaking beneath every step that drew closer and closer to the office.

The rugged man looked back at his men, placing a finger to his lips. He gave three fingers, signaling that on the count of three they would rush the office and take whoever was in it.

Slowly, the fingers counted down, the tensions growing higher before finally they rushed inside. Guns pointed up, sweeping before noticing that the room was empty. Nothing but a few disarrayed item and one of their own on the floor.

“Sir?” One of the goons spoke, rushing to the side of the corpse on the floor. Another goon joined beside the other, placing a hand to the fallen member’s pulse, shaking their head when all they felt was a cold vessel.

The man grimaced, putting his gun back in his belt. “I want this entire building checked. Nothing remains unturned or touched. You hear!?” He commanded, unaware of the shadows outside the windows that were already pushing through the alleyways to blend in.

“Whoever you pissed off, did not let it go.” Dakota muttered as they pushed through a wooden gate, leading them out into some cobbled street that had a few drunks walking up and down it.

Y/N just rolled eyes, taking a moment to ditch her uniform coat in a nearby bucket that seemed to be filled with a questionable liquid. Her face grimaced in disgust, turning back to catch up. She won’t be seeing that particular coat again. Unfortunate…

Annie stayed behind, keeping a look out to ensure no one followed them. “That didn’t seem like a matter of anger… More like a…” She seemed to trail off, turning her attention back to see Y/N looking back at her with a frustrated expression. “…Like a job.” She silently spoke, watching the doctor turn her head back forward.

The tension between the two even made Dakota uncomfortable. That was between them though, this bandit knew better than to try and step into a fight between a couple. Were they a couple…? Was that how it worked? She wasn’t sure.

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Dakota rubbed the side of their head. They could still feel that sting, more dull but it was still there. “Doesn’t make sense for them to target a random doctor, though.” They added, taking a stop by some old building pub.

Dakota leaned against the brick, enjoying a moment of rest. Annie needed it too as she felt her wound from a few hours ago to feel achy and fatigue was surely pushing her.

She took a look upwards, only seeing the dark sight of the ground that lingered above… The underground didn’t have a sky… What time was it? Even she wasn’t sure… But, it felt like the days seemed to prolong. If she had to trust her gut, then she was sure that Pieck and Reiner were likely resting.

With that thought in mind, she took a moment to take a seat down on a bench placed against the brick like building, her hand rubbing at her shoulder. She even took a sneaking glance over at her old lover, watching as the young woman took slight offense to the comment. Y/N’s stance seemed to straighten up, her expression one that Annie knew all too well.

That look when she wanted to prove herself. She had it back in Trost… She had it here too.

‘I’m not a random doctor.’ Y/N signed, the look of surprise hitting the bandit and the ambassador. The blonde looked at Y/N with her eyebrows slightly raised in surprise, not expecting the change of communication. Though, that would make the most sense why she didn’t carry an old book around and a pen, wouldn’t it?…

Dakota knew there was something about how Y/N stood, her demeanor… It wasn’t like the other doctors she had been speaking to. Not Vivianne. Not even Adler..

Pushing themselves off the wall, Dakota approached Y/N, stopping just in front of her and looking down at her with an overbearing demeanor. “…Then who are you?” Dakota finally asked. There it was, the golden question. Everyone knew her as Y/N L/N above ground… But, who was this persona? This mask? Dakota was careful in approaching the mute doctors. One couldn’t be too hasty to learn the truth.

The bandit seemed to want the same answers as Annie, but even then the ambassador seemed to want to respect the boundaries her old lover clearly had. She still kept a close eye.

The doctor stood there, clenching her jaw a bit from the sudden interrogation. It even had her thinking to herself, wondering who exactly she was… But, she knew… She was a lot of things… Became a lot from nothing too.

So, seeing a smug bandit try to slightly intimidate her into spilling her life out on a map irked her a bit. It showed on her face too. Her tongue licking the inside of her cheek, she looked away briefly before she looking back up at the tall woman with more than just a little amusement. A woman who knew her position, she was. Perhaps, she picked up a few things from Dr. Vivianne.

‘The same person who slipped you a crate. Same person you want to stay on good terms with.’ She signed, her eyes challenging.

The action made Annie raise her brows, looking over to Dakota. The crate.. Then those names flashed into her mind for a few seconds. Denis and Luther…. They were all connected. The bandit seemed to suddenly have a moment of realization as well, her face contorted with a bit of confusion from that end statement though.

“…Is that a threat?” Fabel flabbergasted at the mere thought of some medic threatening to fuck off in the middle of something so important. They took a threatening step forward, feeling almost offended.

Hands started to make the argument more clear, her body turning to the two. ‘Take it how you wish. Just know you need me since I’m the only one willing to break the rules to help you.’ She reaches into her vest pocket, pulling out a letter. Her eyes stared at it before flicking her wrist to toss the letter over.

Annie watched as the letter descended gracefully down to the ground, her curiosity getting the better of her. “…What?” Annie questioned, standing up from the bench and walking over to pick up the paper from the ground. Her eyes looked up to meet her old lover’s E/C gaze, her hands gently unfolding the letter.

‘With much consideration, Main Medical has decided to postpone the distribution and cooperation with other outside parties. All medics and medical researchers are advised to stay in their offices or main buildings until further notice.

— Signed, Elinor Vivianne. Head of MM.’

Y/N shook her head, her eyes averting away at the mere thought of even getting her position revoked. ‘Everyone is completely at a standstill… Dr. Vivianne is more concerned with how much we’ve been losing because of these crates being either stolen or damaged. Every doctor, besides a few, are completely in agreement with Dr. Vivianne. They want out. This attack on my building will only solidify their stance on the matter.’ Her gestures seemed to be punctuated, her mouth moving along to mouth certain words and phrases. The doctor even started to pace a bit, needing to get some pent up feels at bay. She wasn’t happy about the decision either.

Dakota couldn’t believe that bullshit. Face contorted into frustration, feeling a bit betrayed. Hazel eyes took a look over the letter again, shaking her head in slight denial.

What ever happened to being the ones to show up for people? The heros that kept morale up? What the hell were doctors if they weren’t doing their job?

“Vivianne… That son of a bitch.” Dakota cursed under their breath, hands clenched at her side while she looked away.

Annie wasn’t sure what to make of this… “…She’s right about one thing,” Annie spoke, folding the notice back up before holding it out back at Y/N. “Those men don’t seem to be very fazed with the idea of taking lives. That crate you sent us was attacked… I… Uh.. We barely made it out. It was as if they already knew.” She watched as Y/N hesitated to reach out and take the letter back from her.

Fabel nodded, pacing a bit with a hand to their mouth as they tried to make sense of all this. “Annie here got shot… Those men aren’t afraid of any kind of consequence. Seems like everywhere we go, they’re always one step ahead.” The gang leader found themselves running a frustrated hand through their hair, stopping to look back over at the Medic.

Y/N felt her throat close up at the idea of Annie getting shot, her eyes shifting back up to meet with Annie’s gaze. Annie wasn’t sure what she saw in those familiar E/C colored eyes. It was softer than anything she’s seen all day though...

“I’ll be fine… Just a scratch…” She tried to play it off, getting a more concerned and less angry look from the other girl.

Y/N didn’t find it funny. If anything, that would make everything so much more complicated. Hell, she didn’t even know where to start… She carefully took her letter back from Annie’s fingers, pushing the paper into her vest pocket once more with a heavy exhale.

‘If they’re not afraid of consequences, then that means they’re either safe in what those consequences are… or, these people are more ruthless than I thought…’ Y/N explains with punctuated gestures. Hazel and blue eyes watched carefully as the doctor seemed a bit… Hesitant.

Dakota crossed their arms over their chest, “You have any idea what gang this is?” The gang leader asked.

Y/N shook her head, ‘Only lead I have so far is that they’re uniformed in black and red.’ Her head turned back in the direction of her medical building. She felt a little run from her own home… That was the building she used whenever she wanted to have control. She knew it would probably be burned to the ground when she came back.

“I don’t think standing around is be the best idea. More of them could be patrolling around.” Annie spoke up, standing up from the bench with a bit of a tired exhale. She cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders back as if it would relieve her.

Dakota nodded, “You’re right. Hopefully, this all starts to make sense when we’re actually in the safety of a room and not the street.” The bandit sighed, reaching for her gun and handing it over to Annie. “Try not to get this one shot out of your hand, yeah?” The gang leader teased, watching Annie flush a bit with embarrassment as she accepted it.

‘Let’s take a carriage or a wagon… I need a place to lay low… I can’t just go back to the MM if my trail is still hot.” The mute doctor gestured, fixing her leg brace a bit. The damn thing always needed to be adjusted, working and walking so much always didn’t help.

Annie waited while Dakota whistled up for a wagon, watching some old man ride up to side of the street.

“Do you need help?” Annie finally asked, getting waved off by the mute doctor. There was no direct rejection, just a wave of the hand while she approached the wagon.

“Take us Northwest. I’ll stop you when we get there.” Dakota asked as she jumped into the back, holding her hand out for Y/N to grab. Y/N took it without much of a complaint, allowing herself to be helped into their ride.

The coachman nodded, “Will do.”

Dakota got seated besides some sacks of imported goods, knee bent with an arm on it. “We’ll stop by my Uncle’s… I’m sure he’ll be glad to take up some company…” She explained, running a hand through her hair.

Y/N nodded, finding a comfortable spot near a barrel of what she believed was probably wine. At least she hoped so, a drink right about now sounded nice.

“Northwest is near the entrance to the city, isn’t it?” Annie asked, holding onto the strap of her satchel before finally getting settled up into the back of the wagon with the others. So much has changed since then… But, she couldn’t complain. She didn’t really have the right to.

‘And Main Medical. It’s some ways from it… Smack in the middle of this city… We actually cleared out one of the old brothel buildings for it… A big one. When we’re rested and ready, we can head there… Get us all on the same page with Dr. Vivianne and Dr. Adler.’ Y/N signed, her head leaned against the barrel beside her.

Dakota motioned with their hand, agreeing along with what the doctor said. “A meeting was long overdue…. She’s always avoided speaking with me directly. Dr. Adler and I are practically best buddies with how often I’ve seen him.” There was a spoken sarcasm that made Y/N shake her head, understanding what Dakota meant perfectly. Vivianne was practically a book of tasks. Always sending others to do the things she didn’t want to… Perfect example was this… Though it was deliberate, Y/N didn’t mind getting her hands dirty if it meant doing the right thing. Vivianne’s word wouldn’t stop her.

Annie hummed, taking a sneaking glance over to Y/N, who seemed to want to rest a bit on the ride to Dakota’s Uncle’s house. She didn’t want to stare, but it was strange…Seeing her again after such a long time… She looked good. Annie still liked how she styled her hair… How her E/C closed to just… Rest and breathe for a moment. Of course, she was pulled out of her moment when she saw Dakota smirking at her. That knowing glance the bandit made her way ruined it.

It made her embarrassed, making her turn her head away with her cheeks growing red flush..

With a snap of the reigns, they were on their way. Thankfully the cover of the wagon would provide them some relief from anyone who could see them pass by.

——

Adler bursted through the door, panting and pointing behind him. He was so out of breath from running everywhere, still empty handed though.

Dr. Vivianne placed her clipboard down and just waited for the theatric display to end, leaning a hand against her desk while the other rested on her hip.

“Eastern Building…. It… Phew…” He started his sentence, leant forward with his hands on his knees. He couldn’t even hold enough air in to make a cohesive sentence.

Of course, this just annoyed Vivianne. “Spit it out.” She urged, tone stern and punctual with it.

“Eastern building got raided.” Adler finally spit it out, holding a hand to his chest. The news made Vivianne’s eyes widen a bit, her expression growing a little confused.

“Raided? What do you mean "raided?” The ash haired doctor questioned, her head tilted forward as if demanding some kind of explanation.

The blonde doctor just shook his head, standing up a bit straighter. “I was doing what you said… Trying to find Y/N… So, I went to her building…But then, I noticed a whole bunch of men rush the building… I booked it out of there….” Adler explained, pacing a bit while he spoke. His conscience felt guilty. He ran off like a coward and probably let these… Rats kill one of their own.

Vivianne seemed lost for words. Her eyes looked away as she processed the news, feeling a sinking feeling in her gut at the thought of one of the original three being gone to something so…. so preventable. Her brain wanted to think logically about this, but her heart didn’t seem to agree.

“…Do you know for sure that Dr. Quil was in that building?” Vivianne questioned in a monotone voice, her head tilting slightly.

Adler couldn’t say for sure. “…I… I would like to hope not… But, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re starting to hurt the supply at the source.” He said his thoughts, his shoulders slumping slightly as he stood. His eyes grew worrisome. The idea of anyone becoming a target… He avoided the war for that reason… He didn’t want to be a target.

Vivianne felt bitter, her eyes closing for a moment. “…Start telling the staff to start closing everything up.” She says, standing up straighter. “Tell them that it’s urgent as well. I don’t want a single doctor left behind.” Her hand pulled a document from her desk, pushing it into one of the drawers with a slight of hand.

Adler looked at Vivianne with a confused expression, his eyebrows knitting together. “…What about the crates?… Surely, we can’t just… Leave them?” He asked, curious if they were going to just leave them there.

Vivianne nodded, “Don’t worry about that. Until we get definite confirmation that Dr. Quil is dead. We will proceed with clean-up here. Priority documents come first. Crates can collect dust for all I care. They’re not worth the sacrifice of the other good doctors here.” Her way of explaining the situation made Adler feel a little more at ease. He nodded his head in agreement. The earlier they got out, the better.

“Now leave me be… I need… Uh…” Vivianne looked around a bit lost, her eyes looking down at her desk. “I need to be alone for a little while…” She took a seat in her chair, her elbows resting on the surface of her cluttered desk and her hands clasping together as if in prayer. Her heart felt heavy. It felt like everything was going downhill from here.

Dr. Adler nodded his head, immediately leaving to go start the prep up for evac. There was a lot of equipment to be packed away. Transportation was also going to be a little tight, but as long as people were able to leave then it didn’t matter.

Vivianne stared at the door of her office, her eyes closing tightly as flashbacks to when she first met Y/N had suddenly triggered.

——

“Luther, Denis, Vivianne, and Adler. You’re being requested over to The Scouts Main Quarters. Please go ASAP.” The head medic spoke, flipping through a wooden clipboard as he stood at the doorway.

Vivianne pulled her mask down and looked over, her expression growing confused. “Wh-What do they need us for…?” She questioned, taking off her blood soaked gloves.

The man looked up at Vivianne, shaking his head in disapproval. “Does it matter? If I say to go, you go.” He spoke firmly, making the girl slightly purse her lips together as if to hold back on being disrespectful.

She only nodded, looking back down at the soldier that was missing an arm from an expedition… Survived, but now retired… It was unfortunate. “Rest easy…” She softly spoke, patting his shoulder before she turned and left the room.

In the hallway, Luther and Denis seemed to be messing around a bit, pushing and shoving each other. Adler stood with his hand adjusting his glasses, keeping a cocky explanation on his face as they waited for Vivianne.

“You coming, slowpoke? We’re waiting on you.” Denis said, wrapping an arm around Luther’s shoulder.

Adler scoffed, “At least try to act professional, Denis…” The blonde man spoke, his expression showing his disdain for how casual the two were being.

Luther rolled his eyes, “You act like we’re seeing the Queen. Get your breeches untangled and let loose, will ya? I swear, all I ever hear you do is complain.” The taller man spoke, Denis laughing a bit from his friend’s observation.

Adler just gritted his teeth, shaking his head. He adjusted his glasses once more, “You ready?” Adler asked Vivianne, wanting this done and over with as soon as possible.

Vivianne gave a quick nod, catching up with the three.

She remembered the debriefings they were subjected to with Commander Hange. The eccentric way the commander handled themselves made Luther and Denis more excited for this sudden call.

But, Vivianne was very… suspicious. Becoming a field medic sounded crazy… All this confidentiality also rubbed her wrong. What the hell were they hiding?

“Given the circumstances, I will give you the opportunity to back out… However, you 4 were hand picked because of your overall evaluations back when you were in training as well as your medical expertise. This is for progress… A trial we conducted a few time before. It will be the first on field medical team.” Hange explained with a more serious tone, pushing a paper towards the four medics.

Luther was the first to raise his hand, “Is it just us…? Or will there be more?” He asked, making Vivianne give him a side-eye.

Hange paced a bit, nodding their head. “I will only say that you have a captain.” They stopped, motioning towards the door. “Unlike you all, she didn’t necessarily have a choice in the matter whether she joined or not.”

Adler shook his head, standing up. “I rather value my life. I would find it a waste to leave it in the hands of some… Scout. Thank you for the offer though. Hopefully, you can find some other fool to take my place.” His reluctance made Vivianne want to leave as well, finding the idea of fighting alongside The Scouts to be so foolish. A death sentence handed down on a gruesome platter, that’s basically what it was.

As Adler left, Vivianne debated with herself. She too could live a comfortable life.. A life with no worries besides the worries that came in through doors in the arms of fellow comrades…

“Damn… I really thought I sold the idea. Anyone else?” Hange sighed, pushing up their goggles to rub their eyes. Handa landed on their hips, looking amongst the younger men and at Vivianne.

The room stayed quiet, Luther soon reaching to the table to grab the paper of the plans. Vivianne watched him debate it, soon just nodding. “Fuck it… I’m in.” He stood up, tossing the paper back onto the table. Vivianne just watched as Denis followed through too.

“Me too. I’ll join too!” Denis said with a confident fist to his chest. His lips held a self-assured smile too, pushing Luther with his arm, who then pushed him back.

‘What the…’ She thought they were crazy. Why the hell would they want to go beyond the walls? The safety was all here. They had the easy part of just sitting and waiting, cleaning and tending…. But, she hadn’t denied the offer yet… So, was she crazy too? Was it some weird curiosity?

Her eyes then met up with the commander’s, “What about you?” Hange asked, holding out a hand to her. Vivianne wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she grabbed that hand, sealing the deal of her participation.

She remembered how the team was escorted throughout the barrack building. Faces that were familiar passed by, making Vivianne stare more with interest. She didn’t expect them to be so close to such big names… Hell, she even thinks she saw Mikasa there.

“Holy hell, that’s literally Levi.” Denis grabbed Luther’s arm, shaking him slightly. As they approached the closed door that Levi seemed to guard, his back leaned against the wall.

“Is this them?” Levi asked, Hange nodding their head. “One didn’t take the offer, but we’ll still have 4.” Hange answered, adjusting their uniform coat. “Baby steps as they say.” Adding to the conversation, they looked back at the squad behind.

Vivianne saw how Hange placed a stack of papers in Levi’s hand. “Perfect.” He said, looking through them briefly before he finally opened the door.

Vivianne looked around, taking in the sight of the lab that seemed to have been built there. A lot of beakers… A lot of scrap metal too… It felt like they just walked into a madman’s science experiment.

But, it was a lot crazier than that.

The figure at the desk lifted their head up and turned to look over their shoulder, soon meeting eyes with her. And suddenly, she felt breathless.

Hange ensured the door was closed behind them, taking the initiative to walk over to the desk.

“Your captain for this operation is Y/N L/N.” Levi spoke, his hands at his sides. He kept it short and blunt, there wasn’t a need for everyone to be getting comfortable. Not yet, anyways.

Vivianne watched how the quiet persona in the room pushed back a pair of goggles from her face before turning to look at the group before her. Judgemental eyes stared, nodding as if she was satisfied.

“You’re the—” Vivianne spoke up, recognizing that face from the bulletin board. The mute doctor placed a finger to her lips and just hushed.

Y/N stood up, the sound of a heavy boot came with every step. Vivianne wasn’t sure what she felt… Was it envy? There was something in how Y/N carried herself despite being the one with the greatest disadvantage in the room.

She wanted to capture it. She wanted it to herself.

——

Annie stayed seated on a small bed that Uncle Miles provided, a hand covering her chest while Y/N took a look at the wound on her shoulder. She felt a few stings whenever the mute doctor touched the surely scarred skin.

‘Whoever did this was surely an amateur.’ Y/N gestured, looking over at the bandit that was enjoying a little meal that her uncle had provided. It felt good to be back at home eating all this good food.

“…Sorry, not everyone has experience.” Dakota said, licking their thumb from the sauce that the stew had. Nothing like a good meal to end the day. They stood by the window, looking out at the street. It was always entertaining to see people interact while they ate.

Y/N was thankful she had the proper supplies to start cleaning the wound. So, she started with that first. Having to remove stitches was a bit of a pain, but she knew it was better than letting Annie walk around with busted up looking stitches.

Annie had trouble keeping her eyes averted, always finding herself unconsciously getting distracted by how Y/N would occasionally bite her lip or how her face concentrated on cleaning the inflamed area with a washcloth. The touch enough to make Annie slightly wince and squint her eyes away.

“I just wished it didn’t hurt so bad.” Annie softly muttered, staying still while Y/N worked.

From a professional standpoint, Y/N was a bit concerned about a potential problem. The wound was definitely not correctly treated, and the old sutures were practically loose and tied too big. But, personally, she couldn’t say that Annie didn’t deserve it. A little mean, but she was allowed to be angry.

“So when are we addressing the problem with Vivianne?” Dakota asked, tossing her plate down on her desk with the others once she was finished with her meal. Her hands wiped themselves on her pants, walking over to stand over the doctor and ambassador.

Y/N finished up the cleaning, putting her washcloth down in a bucket beside them. Her attention moved over to Dakota, not sure what they were expecting.

‘Whenever I can get back. I should be able to talk to her about this… She cannot know about the attack on my building though. If she does, I’ll be stuck in the offices and I won’t be able to help you.’ Y/N explained, standing up from the bed and using a small cloth to wipe her hands. ‘She won’t be easy to persuade, but she’s never been easy.’ Y/N signed once more, sighing at the fact she needed to go head to head with her of all people. Adler, she didn’t care much for. She could debate with him whenever and wherever… Vivianne was more hardheaded. A woman bound by a weird sense of leadership. She held every nurse with an iron grip. Not her though. She could never hold her down.

Dakota hummed, “Tell me about it.” her eyes looking back over at Annie who seemed to be checking out her new sutures. However, her eyes were focused a bit more on Y/N.

Annie was stuck in a little world of her own at the moment, trying to process everything that’s happened. Everything that will happen. “Who is Dr. Vivianne?” Annie questioned, her head tilting a bit. She hadn’t heard of the name. Nor did she read about it… This was someone completely new.

Y/N could’ve answered that question in a multitude of ways, but she didn’t. She just stood there and shook her head, ‘Head of the Medical Division. She took after Henry Belis when he died after the war.’ She gestured, not very fond of the history. Especially, not when her and Vivianne had so much of it.

“…So she’s your mentor?” Annie stood up from the bed, adjusting her clothes to cover up with just the fix of some buttons on her shirt.

Y/N shook her head once more, almost finding that idea a bit funny. ‘No. If anything she’s just a person in the big chair.’ Her hand gestures showed a little more of the sadder truth of this story.

A constant shift in power always made its way between Adler, Vivianne and Y/N. Either it was a battle of different approaches to certain things, or just Vivianne putting her foot down…. Y/N always had no choice but to listen.

Dakota took a step forward, a hand gesturing towards Annie. “What she means is, she’s a hothead with too much power. Haven’t thought of one instance where she’s not sending Adler to me. A control freak. Always up my ass about quite literally everything that happens as if I don’t have it all under a watchful eye.” The bandit scoffed.

Y/N knew that Dakota and Vivianne were also on opposite sides of the fence. It wasn’t anything new though.

“…She doesn’t sound… nice.” Annie commented in a weird blunt way that made Y/N give a small exhale of amusement. The blonde’s interest suddenly hyperfixed on that little action, her mind blanking a bit.

Y/N then shook her head, ‘She’s the product of someone who lets expectations cloud judgment… Someone who let their promotion go straight to her head.’ She signed with her eyes averted, crossed her arms after while making her way over to the window. Her mind always drifted back to the past… How, she constantly felt the weight on her shoulders as she did back then. Why was it always her making tough decisions? She never had a moment to just… Be.

“Y/N, I want you to lead the Medical Research Council.”

That offer was the downfall of the bonds they used to hold. When it became more about competition than about actually helping. Who was better and who could fill the shoes that were left. Y/N remember denying the position… Wanting to live a quieter life. The occasional job here and there… But, now here she was. Fighting against her own moral compass and risking her job because she’s never been one to leave others behind. Not now, not ever. She was thankful that Luther and Denis shared that principle.

She was tired.

Dakota could see that look in Y/N’s face. How her eyebrows furrowed down, a look of lost confidence. “…You two have history then?” She finally asked, making Y/N’s head turn away.

Annie stayed quiet, just wanting to know anything that Y/N would give her… Anything that book never told. Those continued chapters. She just… She needed to know.

And Y/N told them.

‘We worked together for a while. I was under the watchful eye of Commander Hange, placed to be a field medic and soon captain for a squad … She was… my partner. Someone I could trust at the time… A voice almost.’ Her gestures were careful, her face showing a mixture of emotions. But, she didn’t miss those moments. ‘At least, that’s what I thought at the time… But, when you’re running for someone else, you forget to walk. She forgot to walk and instead took the opportunity to fly… Hasn’t come down since.’ Her way of telling the story made Annie feel like she got a good punch to the gut. Like she was too late.

Dakota was surprised, head almost jolting back a bit from the information shared. That made a whole lot more sense now…. Why couldn't they find anything based on the missing parts of this “case.”

“You were been quietly stationed…? Why the hell would they do that?” Dakota was so fucking confused. In what universe, does making someone go missing create a benefit?

Annie was struggling to understand as well, her expression contorting with its own confusion. “That doesn’t make sense…” Annie started her thought, pointing towards Y/N, who in turn turned to look directly at the ambassador.

“I was working with the scouts during the rumbling… They said they never saw you...” Annie could remember it easily. Jean didn’t know. Connie didn’t know. Mikasa was the one who told her that Y/N’s been… Armin even said the same thing….

Y/N took a step forward, ‘What did you expect the friends of a former enemy to do?… I was working and had you come after me, you would’ve been killed.’ She knew her words were coming off a bit hostile, maybe even a bit bitter… But, she was… She was allowed to be. That was the truth. She had bigger responsibilities than

Dakota stayed quiet though, taking a place against the wall with her arms folded over her chest. She wanted to see how this entire thing unfolded, but kept a watchful eye on if it got… Too heated between the two.

Annie shook her head, “You weren’t my…” She then stopped herself, because at the time… They were enemies. They fought on different sides of the walls. Y/N stood a little taller, her eyes looking into Annie. The same way they used to when she couldn’t promise anything. It made Annie speechless.

There was a pregnant pause before Y/N tilted her head, hands signing her thoughts. ‘I liked to keep my whereabouts private… That was until recently… With the war over and a lot of the members no longer here… Now, I am just a doctor and rep for medical research.’ The mute doctor’s footsteps grew closer to Annie, the two eventually standing face to face. As much as it pained her to mention the death of her mentor and practically her guardian Hange, it was true. After the war on Marley… Y/N’s squad was disbanded to focus full time on other things.

Annie’s eyes softened up, her eyes unconsciously moving downwards towards the lips of the other woman. “And what was so important?… I could think of many instances where people needed a medic and you just weren’t there.” Annie questioned with a more sharpness in her tone. Her eyes looked back up into Y/N’s eyed again, their gazes strong enough to probably light a flame.

‘Who do you think delivered the queen’s heir?’ Y/N’s response made Dakota have a little outburst, her head shaking in disbelief. She pushed herself off from the wall and approached the doctor with an accusatory tone. “Bullshit! Everyone knows that Dr—” Her voice stopped immediately, eyes showing a shocking realization. That’s when Dakota’s hand soon pointed directly at the mute doctor, the doctor holding a prideful smile.

Annie’s eyes shifted to Dakota, trying to understand what revelation they had just came upon… Then she heard it. A name she’s heard of before.

“Dr. Quil…” Dakota’s realization rang in her voice, expression showing the new information boggled her mind. The documents were shredded because Y/N didn’t exist in the corp…. Y/N and Dr. Quil didn’t exist at the same time. They couldn’t.

“Dr. Quil helped me out with my bent out leg. I’d recommend seeing her if you need a check-up.”

The memory made Annie’s body feel suddenly cold. Her eyes finding themselves downcast and her hands at her sides in the shape of fists. Hiding in plain sight… Then she remembered what Dakota said to her when she was tied up in that chair.

“Name has been dead for a long time….” Annie spoke under her breath, trying to take in everything… But, It was too… Too much.

‘Marley was lovely, by the way. I find it crazy I made it there before you did.’ Y/N was just fucking with Annie now, the tension starting to grow the more that Y/N revealed. Annie immediately grabbed Y/N by her shirt collar, staring at her old lover with a more cold gaze. Was she mocking her?

The threatening look didn’t make Y/N flinch, she wasn’t the same person she was before… Annie had to accept that… There was no journal writing, no walks through the snow, no late night visits that ended up in a tangle of limbs… They were strangers. A clean slate. They didn’t recognize each other. That’s what years did to something that wasn’t fully established.

“Amby…” Dakota placed a hand on Annie’s chest, keeping her voice steady to calm Annie’s overwhelming emotions. But, It was all just too much to take in. Her fists clenched harder, her eyes wide and she was spiraling a bit.

But, it wasn’t. They were just battle-hardened creatures now… Both had their secrets. ‘Be mad that I lied, Sure. But, you can’t be mad at me for doing the same shit you did to me.’ Y/N was right. She wasn’t any better… They were the same coin, different sides. Annie couldn’t be mad that Y/N took a more respectable route of things.

“Annie.” Dakota’s voice raised, stern and hushed as to not disturb her uncle who was probably in his own sorrows with his mourning.

“You act like I didn’t care.” Annie’s voice wavered in their justifications. “I didn’t fucking leave you because I wanted to!”

‘You left because you knew you couldn’t stand to tell me the truth. You couldn’t even be honest with me when I got hurt because of you.’ Y/N’s words struck into her like daggers. And they were right… Annie was the biggest coward. The one that ran away because it got too complicated and the fact Y/N saw that and looked down on her… She didn’t know what to say.

Dakota’s hand pushed against Annie’s chest again, “That’s enough.” The bandit wasn’t going to let this continue, making Annie finally let go of her old lover’s shirt. Y/N even swatted Annie’s hands away, the sounds of breaths heavy coming from the two lovers. Dakota pushed them away from each other, pointing a finger at the blonde then at the H/C as if they were dogs. Both just back off, staring at each other from past Dakota.

The doctor fixed her collar, dusting herself off while she took that moment to breathe. She knew Annie could easily overpower her, did she care? No. She knew she had the upper hand. They both were in a position that couldn’t be replaced. Both were important people… With powerful names…

“Let me remind you both that we don’t need this. I get it! You’re pissed off at her. She’s hung up on you… But, right now??? We have shit we got to do.” The gang leader motioned between the two, hazel eyes meeting up with the doctor’s. “Doctor?” Dakota spoke to move the attention from Annie to herself, cautiously holding out their hand to the disheveled woman. Y/N just looked down at it with a stubborn glare. A little parley on their personal matters… How fun.

“We get this done, you both can sit… Maybe, have a nice coffee above ground about it. Hell! Kill each other afterwards if you really want to! I don’t give a damn. Now, we know what we need. We need to rest, wake up and have that meeting with Vivianne with no delay.” The way Fabel spoke really showed that they knew how to keep the game fair. That’s how they liked it. Fair, sweet and short. None of this back and forth.

Annie licked the inside of her cheek, still feeling that bubbling annoyance in her gut. She was also smacked with guilt and doubt. She just nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. It’s not like she wanted to fight her. and Y/N didn’t want to fight her either… She was exhausted.

“Deal?” Dakota asked, eyebrows raising to show a more neutral face to the doctor. She didn’t want to seem like she picked a side, there was no sides.

With much contemplation, Y/N reached over to shake the bandit’s hand. She can play nice for a bit. E/C eyes met up with blue soon after, ‘I know a nice cafe we can go to when this is all over. I’m guessing you like it with extra sugar?’ The doctor signed to Annie, making the ambassador suddenly look taken aback.

“How did you—?” Annie was caught off guard, head turning to follow as Y/N walked past her to start getting their stuff together for bed. She might not have realized, but Y/N still remembered her sweet tooth. Not that she would admit it.

Dakota shook their head, rolling their eyes as they left the two to get their shit together. The bandit was expecting a cute reunion, maybe some fighting with a little bit of declarations of love… No, just got a headache. A massive one.

“Hey, Uncle. Do you have rope?” Dakota asked, coming down the stairs to see the older man at his workstation. His eye looked over to the younger Fabel, placing down an axe head he was sharpening.

“What do you need rope for?…” He asked, watching as Dakota made her way over. She stopped across the work bench, hands in her pockets with her eyes looking at all the new things her uncle had been busying himself with.

“I got two dogs that need to get along. Figured I would just tie them up until they did…” Her hands picked up a shiny blue steel knife with a beautiful redwood handle. She gave it a few practice swings, testing how the blade hid away before flicking it out again.

Miles softly hummed, “Is that what I heard upstairs…?” He turned back to his work, sanding down a handle for an axe he was making.

Dakota nodded with a dramatic head nod, folding the knife back into itself. That’s when Miles held out his hand, “Makes the place a lot more lively… Can’t say I hated it.” He said with a short laugh, making Fabel feel a little guilty. They knew what he meant, it wasn’t just him that felt that way.

She gave him the knife, watching him pull away from the desk to place it into a little sheath he had made for it. A pretty thing, lovely dark leather always looked good. “I’m sorry for not being around much, M…” She apologized, pulling a chair out from his desk that was cluttered with ideas and projects. She sat across, leaning back in it.

He took a deep breath, looking at her with tired eye. “You're all good, D… I know you’re busy with managing the gang. I gave you that responsibility after all… I know how much it takes away.” He looked back down at the wooden handle in his hand, placing down the sandpaper to test how it felt in his hands.

Dakota sighed, “…I’m working hard to stop it… I mean.. I’m not going to say much, but I’ve been establishing quite the connections.” She saw how he shook his head.

It didn’t matter how many connections a person had. For some reason, this place always took and took. It took his left eye… It took his wife… He was stagnant… Just a guy who made tools for a gang he used to run.

“Hmm… Just don’t get swept up in it, D.” He simply said, his voice quiet. It pained Dakota to see him this way… Watching him adjust that eyepatch on his face, sometimes she could see his hands shake.

“It’ll have to catch up to me to sweep me up, Uncle.” Her voice softened up, watching as he sighed and shook his head. “I’m serious.” He replied, looking up at the young bandit. Despite her being older now, he still saw that little girl that enjoyed watching him make new things.

“I know.” She exhaled, standing up from the chair. “I promise. Once this is all over, we can take a trip above ground… get some fresh air. Maybe, we can see the water too. I know you’ve always wanted to do that.” She promised, holding a soft smile. It was one of those smiles that made Miles feel at ease.

“…Sure… We’ll go see the water.” He agreed with the pretty thought. Maybe he needed to get away from all of this… But, nothing could ever fill his missing piece… Not even water. Dakota gave a wink, motioning towards the kitchen as she started to head for head. “Make sure you eat, Uncle. Don’t need you passed out on your workbench again.” She advised, footsteps echoing as Dakota went up.

The older man’s eye looks over at the urn on the shelf, “What are we going to do with this kid, Kate?…” He asked before he shook his head and got back to work on making his axe.

——

“LUTHER! RUN!” Denis yelled, sprinting down the alleyway behind his best friend. Luther was running just like he was told, looking back behind them as men started to rush them.

“I want them alive!” The man ordered, stopping his chase and pointing at his men to go after them. His lips lifted into a proud smirk, hearing the bullets fire and the feet of men running at his demand… Was this what it was like to have power Instead of being kicked to the ground?

Denis followed close behind, pulling down barrels and crates to obstruct any path. Luther knew something was fucked when they saw those bastards were starting to block off streets. They had to ditch the wagon because of it and It fucked with him, he knew what they were looking for. Their faces were well known from the papers.

BANG!

Luther found himself ducking his head, scrambling into another set of alleyways behind some brothel. Bugs and rats scurried past his feet. His heart racing in his ears made it feel as if his head was underwater. He couldn’t hear anything. Just kept running and running.

“Through here!” Luther said, finding an old building they could run through. He looked at the old doors on it, taking a step back before using as much momentum and adrenaline to kick the damn thing open. Once the door broke open, Luther pushed himself through the splintering wood. The place was dark and dusty, but he could care less…

“Denis, I think we should—” He turned behind him and saw no one. Her heart dropping instantly, all he could hear now was the sound of his own heavy breathing.

“Denis?…Brother?” He helplessly called out.

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eldritch-spouse · 9 months ago

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What was Patches doing before he became involved with the Clergy's construction? And what was his first encounter with Krulu and his vessel like?

[I know I have this more organized somewhere...]

Patches was, to put it bluntly, fucking around.

Having already come into his new identity as an undead by a long while, as well as not only discovering but learning to communicate with his unrequited second, Patches' attention had deviated from his study of higher beings to the realities he was confronted with rather forcefully.

First and foremost, he had spent a decent chunk of his time documenting the changes his body underwent as an undead. Because Patches didn't just wake up green, with a pumpkin for a head and a brilliant innate ability to understand his dullahan powers. He needed to study himself, his newfound inclinations, his strange episodes of "unconscious activity" (Stitches). This helped the monster distract himself from the existential grief of being dead, of realizing he missed many opportunities when he was alive.

At some point, that study deviated from knowing himself, to knowing the types of magic he was now having a lot more ease cultivating. Because, naturally, being a monster allows him to retain a lot more magical potential. This took a massive length of time, explaining why he's as clever and apt with several types of magic as he is. Lending special attention to the undead, fire and plant types.

Patches had been living his life still pursuing his various studies and finding ways to integrate himself in various societies, in certain areas of the world where monster populations were highest.

At this point in time his perception of his identity when alive has been deteriorated. He no longer remembers his birth name (Fábio da Cruz) or his appearance, and the artifacts that would allow him to recall how he looked are gone as well. His clothes, his head/skull, his first notes, gone. He knows only the name he'd been given by some, Patches.

This, in turn, is how he meets the triplets. At a concert, actually. Although certainly not reborn in that time period, Patches witnessed the birth of metal, rock and adjacent genres. He met the demon brothers at some kind of mental concert, having lost himself in a metal head phase. One thing leads to another and he's getting drunk with the three, then his head is being used as a punch bowl, and the night ends with everyone limp as corpse on the ground.

They become unlikely friends, especially Ludwig and Patches specifically.

Becoming a trusted friend, Patches gets to witness the moment in time where Ludwig meets you/Admin. He's present when things get difficult, when Lud's crush becomes the vessel to something so much bigger than everything they'd ever seen up until then.

And the sight, the notion, of a siadar on Earth rekindles the fanatic interest he once sported, the thing that got him killed.

It can't be said that Patches' intentions to help Ludwig help you/Admin create The Clergy's Eye are entirely selfless. Sure, he wants to get his friend out of a hard time, but he mostly wants to get closer to the literal god.

It turns out his skulls are useful enough to keep him in close contact with you/Admin and Ludwig during the initial stages of The Clergy's Eye's creation. He becomes a core of the project, gets to see powers and abilities beyond his understanding, gets to have that observation-participation data he so desperately scraped for when he was alive.

Patches knows that, at some point, he was essentially selling himself to an entity of dubious moral standing for answers to questions he'd been plagued with. But why should he care, right? He's already dead, he has nothing to lose.

He's technically the second worker of the establishment. The first being Ludwig, who eventually distances himself.

#Patches oc #gabi-gabriella-gaberson

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fictionfixations · 6 months ago

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i had a thought

spoilers for up to book 6 (i thought dump. A LOT.)

remember the prologue

i have a thought so im sharing it

question: what does he think we can even do to stop. well. anyone??? nobody really listened to us (considering we're magicless too a bunch of ppl would look down on us) until we became like friends to them n stuff?? well ace and deuce listened to us i think but we were united under a goal that at all costs had to be reached. to not get expelled. (except us i forgot what was going to happen to us. ..cause we're not actually students ??. ACTUALLY where the fuck are our papers? did crowley just. make them up? cause if you need papers to expel someone then you need some written form of proof then. which means each student probably has files for them, like. say. proof of 'hey this person goes to this school' etc etc. what did he do with us? did he just not admit we existed to the government? but literally everyone in the school knows we exist so surely one of them blabbed like. idk. maybe some stereotypical rich brat whose like 'EWW THERES sOME' uh 'MAGIcLESs PERSON COMMON fOLK wHAtever the fuck IN THIS prestigious SCHOOL!' and like idfk like how ig maybe some of the rich think the poor will give them a disease just by breathing the same air as them [actually maybe they could though but like YKNOW what i mean] but like. if we're just completely undocumented, excluding the unexplainable shift of some funds for ramshackle i IMAGINE so we can pay for shit and live then are we not really. documented anywhere else? styx probably has something but uhh. also theres probably a bunch of law violations attached that i cant even be bothered to touch at the moment. also there are magic diseases right? but so they also have immunities to stuff. but we're from a completely different world so we've never had contact with their sicknesses. so like. ...yknow how theres a ban around like this one island i cant remember the name of because if you interact with them you'll spread stuff to them theyve never been in contact before with that you might not even realize u have cause ur immune and they'll die? like its illegal to go there at all, they're living entirely without technology. also they're hostile. you will die if you go there [if you dont get caught by the people patrolling to make sure they stay without contact]. ..i mean stuff has happened outside of canon we can see. its canonical that the overblot peeps have gone to counseling and medical mages. so maybe im making a big deal out of nothing)

im. sorry. i got really distracted i didnt intend to spiral down to papers i meant to talk about something else

so just. listen.

actually about the expelling ^ three as in Grim, Ace, and Deuce. oh (so wait if they got in trouble would we just. ..still be able to stay?? ?? he doesnt even address us?? well actually grim isnt a student yet but theres FOUR of us not three then so ????)

wait sorry how did we get here ?? (why are we involved? i dont think crowley spoke to us at all when he was angry at the others with the chandelier 😭)

the wiki might be outdated a little because it doesnt update itself when dialogue changes, people have to notice it and then take the time to add it if anything changed so this is from

so if anything changed since then well huh

(if he blamed us for not being able to stop two teenagers with magic while im magicless though i wouldve been throwing hands but im glad crowley hasnt gone that far. ..he still put a firebreathing cat into our custody though. ramshackle dorm is very flammable isnt it? is dust flammable? idk. a lot of wood also i dont think they know what fire extinguishers are. youd think someone would deal with the flames during the entrance ceremony besides riddle and azul trying to catch the flame setter. or if we have one its very unmentioned.)

but so considering grim is our responsibility.. i have to ask how we're meant to stop him..?

like so this is before we really bond with him (aka we find him annoying. unless u got attached to him right away which good for you, i dont know when he wormed his way into my heart but he did at one point and i realized it at the end of i think book 5 aka ignihyde teaser) so grim wouldnt really listen to us (looks down on us)

also i dont know about you but burns HURT. ive burned myself a few times but they're not like the really bad ones (i dont know the difference between degrees and i feel like googling it will haunt me in my nightmares). i imagine grim cant shoot fire too far? maybe a little more shorter/mid range? what even is mid range idk (and the reason it lasted to hit the statue was because of ace's wind magic imo)

well either he can control the range or he can only shoot it out so far. so then. we'd be really close trying to catch him. maybe its in one of the twistunes where he's running away. he turns around and shoots fire at you. fucking OW (also its BLUE. i dont know how colored fire works, but assuming its blue because its even hotter than normal fire. um. ow.)

like SIR im new to this world i dont know how things work

its like... like being saddled with a baby after being suddenly kicked out of the house with no warning (and thus without any of your stuff besides the clothes youre wearing. ..but youve also been isolated from the world youre whole life so WHAT theres MAGIC? whats this about strange laws i dont know about-- wait THIS IS A BOYS ONLY SCHOOL? .........THERES FURRIES?) and the baby is VIOLENT

like HOLD on a second let me at least get a source of income first before giving me a being that utterly depends on me to survive (well. grim can probably survive on his own if we assume he's lived on his own for a bit until NRC. but um. ...well theres a reason there probably needs to be a bunch of childproofing for grim.) when i can barely figure out how to survive here

so. i feel i got very sidetracked. but its also nearing the time i sleep so my brain is slowing down on me and my thoughts have veered off the train tracks enough that this is just a whole mess of thoughts spewing out

i hope im making sense but im probably not

wanted to crowley bash because why are you putting me in charge of people probably the same age as me (minus grim) but with an advantage against me considering they have magic and i dont (not to say that people who know how to fight cant beat their asses but like. ...i dont know how to fight so.)

but he also hasnt given me reason to in canon i guess (if anythings happened outside of prologue i have no recollection of it. i just went through the wiki searching for every page with 'bill' or 'expense' in it)

surprisingly fanfiction either turns to 'crowley is an asshole' (and also actually pays attention to yuu and blames them like oh) or 'parent crowley' which speaks for itself (and is very cute in its own right but i also dont like him regardless as i dislike all adults that put responsibilities on children to be fucking idk child soldiers or to fight shit or deal with shit. i mean crowley doesnt go that far but i still dont like him)

those fics though start from prologue and go in order (some include vignettes and events) so i assumed that it followed it close enough to be a recreation but [so and so] but i was wrong apparently

still tho

#thoughts #twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #dire crowley #twst yuu #twst mc #twst grim #twst spoilers

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ask-regex · 11 days ago

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An Incredibly Inopportune Time for Self-Reflection

Right. So. Where to begin? Hi, I guess. My name is Markus, I’m 24 years old. I enjoy the odd board game every now and then. What am I up to at the moment? Oh, that’s an easy one. I’m currently on the run from several rifle-wielding security officers while my neural software scrambles my face on any camera feed that I run by.

Look, I know what it sounds like, okay? Let me explain.

A few years ago, I worked at this place called Atom Corp. It’s this huge building that towers over all the skyscrapers, and their whole deal is making things online more convenient. Some guy at a board meeting once said “Hey, we should make our own Single Sign-On system!” and everyone agreed with him, even the government. Now, everything in the city is accessible only by Atom ID - no more Sign In with Google, or email addresses and usernames and passwords. Just Atom. And on an initial glance, this sounds like a great idea, right? You don’t need to remember 50 different passwords, but instead just one. If you didn’t know any better, you’d probably buy into it and sign up for a government-linked Atom ID that you could connect your entire digital life to. But that’s where the wicked trick lies.

Once you have an Atom ID, it’s a permanent identifier to you on whatever services you use. People with the right access can use that Atom ID to contact you, to look up information about you, to check what you’re up to. Every text, every social media post, every search term… all laid out for them to see and assess for whatever they deem necessary. You lose all sense of privacy if you’re not hypervigilant about what you put online, and the scary part is that everyone here just… bought into it. They tried to riot against Atom’s government integration for a few days, but then they signed up for Atom IDs and opted for convenience in lieu of their online safety. I was one of those people. Once.

When I was 16, I signed up for my Atom ID. I was sick of having to borrow my friends’ IDs to look at stuff online, and my dad said it was fine, so I did it without a lot of thought and without bothering to read the terms and conditions. Y’know you actually sign up for a lot of shit you probably don’t want when you just hit “Agree” on those things without reading them. You learn a lot about the shady business they’re trying to pull by reading those things - but that’s besides the point.

Later on in life, my sister gave me a hand in getting an interview at Atom for a junior data analyst position. Keep in mind I’d been growing up writing code and reading data ever since I was, like, four, so I was a self-learned prodigy by this time. I went in for the interview, I aced it, and was immediately put to work sifting through data roughly two weeks later. I’ll admit, it was the best job I’d ever had. The pay was insane, the work was fulfilling… I even met my first boyfriend at one of the company’s work mixers later on and we had a pretty deep thing going on for the better part of a year. But it was short lived, much like my time with Atom.

About a year in, I stumbled upon an exposed folder in the central servers. Normally you’re supposed to call these things in, but I was working a really late night at HQ and no one else was gonna be awake to fix it, and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to take a glance and then fix the permissions myself. So, of course, I opened it.

I found years upon years of confidential documents outlining Atom’s involvement with some crazy illegal shit. Stuff like kidnapping, spying, bribing of court judges… and thousands upon thousands of log files about an algorithm that automatically grouped Sandspire City citizens into packages to be sold to big advertising companies for hundreds of dollars each. Atom Corp wasn’t just a single sign-on login company… It was a data farm, feasting on the lives inhabiting an entire city and making billions of dollars in profits from the sales. The pure sight of it all had almost made me sick, to know that the data I was searching for patterns in was probably the data of an innocent person whose personal habits I’d inadvertently helped sell. I was mortified. I was… well. I was furious.

I don’t quite remember what I did at work for the next few days. I remember hatching a plan to wipe myself from the system - stealing a cybersecurity officer’s creds, logging into the central citizenship database, wiping my records clean and erasing any history of my time at the company - and then I remember bursting out of the front doors before the guards could catch me and arrest me for what I’m sure a bigshot Atom shareholder would call ~treason~. From that point onwards, I swore I’d take Atom Corp down. No matter the cost.

Oh, jeez, look at me rambling. And in the middle of a chase! Hey, you’re gonna have to give me a second so I can lose these guys. I’ll be right back!

- END COMMUNICATIONS -

Markus's Inbox is now open.

#ask-regex #rp #furry #cyberpunk #hacker #ask blog #secure files [ canon ]#regex

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wjbs-bonkle-au · 2 months ago

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Bionicle Superhero AU thing but I'm actually like pinning down some aspects the actual lore I guess (some of which are retcons of stuff from here) in a somewhat disjointed way that I might elaborate more on in the form of a document or diagram or something.

Also if you want more details on a specific thing, just like. Send an ask or whatever. Especially since a lot of this stuff is kinda limited compared to what I could do in one of those other formats.

World

The whole thing takes place on Earth.

Metru City, the main location, is a sort of pastiche of Metropolis from DC, and therefore a stand-in for New York.

If Metru City is Metropolis, then its neighbour, Voya City, is Gotham, being much darker and having a very obvious class divide. It's also kinda inspired by Steelport from Saints Row: The Third, being a run-down industrial city that serves as the base of operations for a powerful crime syndicate.

(Almost) everyone's names are different, but to avoid confusion and because I want to have like a full name list I'll use their canon names. Exceptions will be noted. Characters who lack canon names will have their names [in square brackets].

There are original characters, but they won't be listed here.

There is a metanarrative that's mostly an excuse to talk about hypothetical in-universe game and film adaptations, and also the specific decades different characters and universes are introduced and their earlier versions in cases where I actually have an idea for that.

Alternate timelines/universes

A version of the main timeline where everything is more futuristic, the Mata look and act differently (and are all like 5 years younger), and the Inika and Metru are completely different people entirely (with the Metru acting as the Inika's mentors).

Instead of the Makuta being a species, there is now a single being called Makuta, who is this universe's equivalent of Karzahni. Rather than retiring from godhood and becoming a back-alley surgeon, he was imprisoned for millenia awakening every 100 years; whenever he awakens, he is eventually defeated by...

Ekimu, a warrior that is reincarnated every century and is destined to return Makuta to his imprisonment. This universe's Takua is the next incarnation of Ekimu and can transform into him, magical girl-style. However, every time Ekimu incarnates, so does Umarak, an underling of Makuta with shadow-based powers; the current incarnation of Umarak is this timeline's version of Ahkmou.

Metru City is now called Okoto City and is much larger, covering some of the area that's occupied by Voya City in the main timeline.

There are a few heroes and villains who only exist in this timeline, e.g Exo (who is technically this timeline's version of Dume; more on that further down), Kulta's Skeleton Army, the Elemental Beasts, etc.

Some aspects of this timeline are inspired by Dimension 23 from Ben 10 Omniverse, for example the fact that a lot of characters have different stuff going on than in canon (e.g Vezon is the mayor of Okoto City) and that the "main" heroes are a lot more immature than their main-timeline counterparts.

Empire

Literally just the Toa Empire universe, with very few changes. Tuyet and Nidhiki killed Lhikan, Tuyet declared herself god-empress, and now the world sucks.

Invasion

A morality-swap universe where the Spherans destroyed their own planet and invaded Earth; the Makuta have light powers and are attempting to liberate the planet, and what (specifically human) characters do and don't have superpowers are swapped.

Technically the equivalent of the Melding, albeit much worse.

Opposite

An inversion of the main universe; the Skrall attacked and destroyed Earth, so humanity travelled through space and made contact with Spherus Magna.

The equivalent of the Spherus Magna Alternate Universe, though instead of the plot never happening, the plot actually happened the other way around.

Doomed

A world created when Jaller attempted to use the Mask of Time to travel back and save Matoro; the Skrall's superweapon fired, but missed Earth and hit the moon. However, the radiation from the blast turned most of Earth into a desert; a large amount of Earth's population is dead, and Matoro lives in self-imposed exile. However, what remains of humanity have managed to piece together a new civilisation in what used to be Metru City.

The equivalent of the Kingdom.

City of Silver

A film-noir universe where all the old heroes are still active and in their prime, the Metru and Mata are children, and the Inika haven't even been born.

Superpowers are much rarer, and are mostly explained as being magic, or changed to be more realistic (e.g Dume's ability to instantly repair things is just him being really good at fixing stuff, and Jovan's magnetism comes from a pair of electromagnetic gauntlets).

The Barraki are all a single crime family rather than a syndicate, and rather than being immortal, they are all descendants of the original Barraki (though they mostly look the same as their main-timeline counterparts (albeit in period-accurate clothing), with the exceptions of Carapar, Ehlek and Pridak, who are women). Nocturn is one of the few explicitly-supernatural things in the universe.

While it's named after the City of Silver Pocket-Dimension from Bionicle canon, this universe is conceptually inspired by Earth 90214 from Marvel and also Fallen Aces kinda and really just the whole "proto-superhero" concept.

Earth B

A world where everything is a little bit... off. The Mata and Metru aren't superheroes, the Inika Fanclub are older than the Inika and act like mentors to them, Voya City and Metru City swap names, Axonn and Brutaka are supervillains, there are no Makuta or Spherans, and the Piraka are high-ranking gangsters instead of CEOs, among other changes.

Basically this AU's excuse to reference Bionicle Heroes PC/Console's weird BS (other than the main-timeline Piraka's respective businesses).

Golden Age

The original versions of the Metru, Mata, Mangai and Hagah from the early-1930s to the mid-1950s.

Some characters' genders and even races are different, and the queer characters are all. Not that.

The characters' jobs are also different, e.g Lewa is a circus performer instead of a professional gymnast, Pohatu is an explorer instead of a footballer, and Tahu is a scientist instead of a firefighter.

Various characters and factions don't exist in this timeline, as they weren't introduced (in the metanarrative) until later; this includes the Inika and Barraki (who first appeared in the mid '60s), the Cordak and Order of Mata Nui/Federation of Fear (who first appeared in the early '70s), and the Hero Factory (who first appeared in the late '90s).

The Chiara Games

Essentially the AU's equivalent of the Arkhamverse; in the metanarrative, Chiara has her own videogame series. They include grittier reimaginings of her rogues gallery, and plots adapted (usually somewhat loosely) from the comics. There are also a few original characters.

The games play like a cross between actual Arkham games, but with elements of Dishonored, and Zeno Clash in its stealth and combat, respectively; the former works somewhat differently (you can't grapple up to overhanging scenery, but you have superpowers like a medium-range electric shock that can stun guards and disable security cameras), and the latter is based around attacking individual enemies while avoiding other nearby ones rather than bouncing between multiple enemies in a horde.

Very few other superheroes appear, though some that don't appear are mentioned occasionally, and some of their villains show up as bosses.

While Chiara is the main protagonist, Zaria and Vezon are playable in some of the games; the former has a more combat-focused gameplay style, while the latter is even more stealth focused (since his powers are being restrained).

Other minor worlds that I don't have much to say about

The Shadow Timeline (a more straightforward morality-swap than the Invasion; the Shadow Toa come from this timeline)

Cosmic Nightmares (Lovecraft-inspired early 20th century cosmic-horror take on the main universe; Artakha, Karzahni and Mata Nui are unfathomable elder-gods, Teridax is more obviously an alien pretending to be a human, and no-one has superpowers)

Manga (a manga version of the main "comic" where everything is at least somewhat different; based on similar real-world things)

Chiara: The Animated Series (an animated series about Chiara, which introduced a lot of elements that would be used in later parts of the canon)

Pirates (arrrrr, they be pirates!)

Cinematic Universe (the equivalent of both the MCU and the DCEU)

Zombies (because of course)

Obligatory boring realistic version where everything has to make sense and no-one has superpowers (yeah that)

Cheesy 1960s Toa Mata live-action TV show (which is where the idea of Tahu being a fireman instead of a scientist came from)

Assorted one-off what-ifs (including but not limited to "what if the Mata received their powers from Karzahni instead of Artakha?", "what if Umbra had awakened in the 1880s?", "what if the Chronicler's Company were the most recent incarnations of the Inika?", and "what if Pohatu was a wild-west gunslinger?")

Superhero teams

Mata/Nuva

Six heroes from the Mata district, with element-based superpowers gained by exposure to relics created by Artakha, the god of crafting.

They have an honourary seventh Member, Takanuva, who sometimes works with them (and will therefore be listed here).

Tahu

A firefighter who was given fire-based powers.

His associated relic is the Volcanic Blade.

Gali

A lifeguard who was given water-based powers.

Her associated relic is the Oceanic Hook.

Onua

An archaeologist who was given earth-based powers.

Once went on an expedition led by Avak, but was forced to leave after he caught Avak attempting to steal one of the recovered artifacts.

His associated relics is the Subterranean Gauntlets.

Lewa

A professional gymnast who was given air-based powers.

His associated relic is the Atmospheric Axe.

Pohatu

A footballer who was given stone-based powers.

His associated relics are the Ore Boots.

Kopaka

A rescue worker who was given ice-based powers.

His associated relic is the Auroral Shield.

Takua/Takanuva

Studied history at Metru University.

Gained his superpowers after coming into contact with the legendary Mask of Light.

Metru

Six now-retired heroes who protected Metru City in the '80s and '90s.

Vakama

A welder.

Can turn almost fully invisible, though he still has a shadow.

Nokama

A history professor at Metru University.

Able to translate any language (although she has to actively activate her power to do so; without the power active, she can only understand English and Mandarin)

Whenua

A curator at Avak's museum.

Can see in the dark.

Matau

A retired fighter-pilot.

Able to create visual illusions.

Onewa

A sculptor.

Has limited mind-control powers.

Nuju

A former astronomer who now presents shows at Metru Observatory.

Can use telekinesis.

Inika

A younger superhero team, united by the fact that they're the chosen ones (chosen six?) destined to defeat the Barraki.

They're all students at Voya University.

Jaller

A newly-hired security guard at Antiderm Inc.

Studying law.

Can increase his body's performance for a short period of time.

Hahli

On the Voya University hockey team.

Studying history.

Can transform into animals.

Nuparu

Invents things in his free time.

Studying engineering.

Can move silently.

His father was a famous engineer. In the 1980s, he was commissioned by the mayor of Metru City (who was actually Teridax in disguise) to create law-enforcement robots; Teridax then used the robots to turn the city into a police-state, until the Metru defeated him. Almost 20 years later, he was killed by Reidak, who then started going after Nuparu himself.

Kongu

Really into flight-sims.

Studying ornithology.

Has telepathy.

Hewkii

On the Voya University football team. A massive fan of Pohatu.

Studying sports science.

Has perfect aim.

Matoro

Helped translate Nuju's observatory shows into other languages.

Was studying linguistics.

Could astrally project.

Sacrificed himself to save Earth, using the Ignika to overload the Skrall mothership's cannon.

Mangai

A multinational superhero team, brought together to help fight a giant monster that attacked Metru City in the 1970s. Disbanded in 1984.

In the G2 timeline, they're younger (around the same age as the main-timeline Inika) and don't end up breaking up.

Lhikan

From North America (specifically California).

Vakama's adoptive father.

Carries a pair of high-tech swords that can transform into a hoverboard.

Nidhiki

From Spain.

A former mercenary.

Was mutated into a crab-like creature by Roodaka, and is now a Dark Hunter.

Naho

From Japan.

A professional swimmer.

Can turn invisible.

Went missing ever since the Mangai disbanded.

Tuyet

From France.

The daughter of two very rich, very dead arms dealers. Her parents were assassinated by a Dark Hunter.

Has complete intangibility.

Went rogue after the Dark Hunter who killed her parents came back to finish the job, leading her to kill civilians in the hopes that the murders would be pinned on the Dark Hunters.

In the G2 timeline, she's a full-on supervillain.

[Ice Toa 1]

From Japan.

Has enhanced reflexes.

Returned to their home country, and still helps protect it to this day.

[Ice Toa 2]

From Scotland.

Can use magic.

Stayed in Metru City, and fights supernatural threats that non-magic heroes can't.

[Ice Toa 3]

From England.

Axonn's brother.

Has the same power as Axonn.

Got a job at the Order of Mata Nui's UK branch.

[Ice Toa 4]

From North America (specifically Florida).

Can breathe underwater.

Was killed by the Dark Hunters.

[Stone Toa]

From Australia

Doesn't have any powers, but instead pilots a small mech.

Currently works for the Order of Mata Nui.

[Earth Toa]

From Italy.

Had super-speed.

Was killed by the Dark Hunters.

[Plantlife Toa]

From China.

Has healing powers.

Returned to their original team, before retiring in the 2000s.

Hagah

Six wildlife conservationists who were given superpowers by a dying Makuta that crash-landed in the jungle.

The Hero Factory Initiative

A team of artificial superheroes created by the Order of Mata Nui.

They still have their canon first-names, but their canon "surnames" are now their superhero pseudonyms.

They're also a band.

Their rogues gallery won't be talked about in this post (for the most part) because I can't be bothered, but they're just like. The various Hero Factory antagonists but adapted to the setting (e.g the Quatros Beasts are just mutated animals, Von Nebula is a rejected Hero Factory superhero, and Core Hunter is a high-ranking member of Mantax's "MANTA" taskforce who was also originally part of the Hero Factory initiative).

In the G2 timeline, they're sentient robots instead.

Preston/"Stormer"

Extremely resistant to the cold, at the cost of finding even room-temperature too hot.

Plays drums.

Duncan/"Bulk"

Very durable and strong, but still feels normal amounts of pain.

Plays guitar.

Jimi/"Stringer"

Can shout loud enough to shatter glass, but can't control his voice's volume.

Plays bass.

William/"Furno"

Can control - but not create - fire.

Does vocals.

Mark/"Surge"

Has a constant static charge running through his body and across his skin, meaning he can't touch anyone without shocking them.

Plays keyboards.

Natalie/"Breez"

Can alter the movement of air in a radius, allowing her to glide, but she has to maintain concentration.

Does vocals.

Julius/"Nex"

Can control technology.

Helps with the band's equipment.

Nathan/"Evo"

Can transform into human/animal hybrids, but only for 10 minutes at a time, and he has to wait 10 minutes afterwards because self-indulgent reference.

Helps organise the band's concerts, and designs their flyers and album covers.

Cordak

An ameteur team composed of students from a school for young superheroes. Most of them died during an attack from Teridax's underlings, leaving only one of them alive.

In the G2 timeline, they are still active, acting as mentors to the Mangai.

Lesovikk

One of only two survivors of the attack (the other being Zaria).

Wanders the globe, helping out wherever he can.

Nikila

A powerful psychic, and second in command.

Supervillain teams

Piraka

Six extremely rich and corrupt billionaires who coincidentally gained superpowers at the same time, and went mad with power.

In the G2 timeline, they are more cartoonishly evil, have elemental powers, and their superpowers are more visible when not active. Also, Vezok, Thok and Zaktan are women.

Hakann

The CEO of a tungsten-mining company; gained his powers after being exposed to a strange mineral while visiting one of his mines.

He can fire heat-beams from his eyes, and also has fire-based powers.

His G2 counterpart has a "gauntlet" of cracked stone covering his entire left arm, with a firey glow coming from inside; his eyes also glow.

Vezok

The CEO of a shipping company, and a hobbyist cave-diver; gained his powers after touching a strange artifact while cave-diving.

His G2 counterpart has fishlike scales around her neck and arms, as well as webbed fingers and a large dorsal sail.

Reidak

An extremely successful oil baron, and a former engineer; doesn't have any powers, but instead used his engineering skills to build a powerful exoskeleton out of sheer boredom.

His exo-suit has thermal and infrared vision, can adapt to an opponent's abilities or fighting-style, and its limbs contain multiple guns and lasers.

Had a one-sided rivalry with Nuparu's father, who "stole" the "victory" of having his design chosen for Metru City's robotic defenders. After he murdered him, the hate then extended to Nuparu himself, who witnessed the murder and was approaching his father's level of technological aptitude, the latter of which set off Reidak's hate.

His G2 counterpart is a full-on cyborg, with almost a third of his head replaced by cybernetics, as well as his entire right arm up to the shoulder.

Zaktan

A famous architect and ameteur explorer; gained his powers after activating a mysterious, seemingly magical trap in a temple, which broke his body down into a swarm of flies.

Along with being made of flies, Zaktan can also fire lasers from his eyes.

His G2 counterpart has insectoid mandibles next to her mouth, as well as large dragonfly-like wings and an abdomen with a stinger.

Avak

The owner of the museum that Whenua works at, and an archaeologist who is infamous for stealing the artifacts his expedition crews unearth; while at a dig, he accidentally activated a mysterious, seemingly magical mechanism (while trying to hide it in his pocket), which gave him his powers.

He has X-ray vision, and can summon energy-cages to trap opponents.

His G2 counterpart is made out of a marble-like substance that can shapeshift into different forms.

Thok

The CEO of a lumber company, with an interest in mountain-climbing; while trying to climb Mount Mangaia (which is located in the Pacific in this AU), he fell into a cavern that was actually one of the engines of Teridax's ship, and the alien particles within gave him superpowers.

He can disorientate his opponents, and is also more resistant to the cold.

His G2 counterpart has multiple ice-spikes sticking out of her head instead of hair, as well as "talons" made of ice. She also wears a lot of fur coats.

Barraki

Six ancient kings who attained immortality thousands of years ago, but lost their thrones after the first holders of the Inika title defeated them; they have since become the heads of a very powerful crime syndicate, with their headquarters in the middle of Voya City, hiding behind the front of Kingdom Security Solutions.

Each Barraki controls a sixth of the city, and has their own themed gang.

Their names are all the same as in canon.

In the G2 timeline, they weren't granted true immortality, but instead tranferred into magical stone bodies resembling humanoid versions of their canon selves' respective animals.

Pridak

The leader of the Barraki's current iteration.

Greying but handsome.

Likes wearing white suits, which tend to get stained with blood very quickly.

Eats people, which is the most common reason for him getting blood on his suits.

The leader of the Piranhas; classier criminals who wear white and red.

Kalmah

Covered head-to-toe in scars from many fights, and is missing his left eye.

Wears a bulletproof vest at all times, and is rarely seen in public without the three-eyed demon mask he wore when he was still a king.

The leader of the Krakens; an army of super-strong brawlers that have facial tattoos based on Kalmah's mask.

Ehlek

Weak and emaciated from a combination of spending years Not Doing Shit™, and also just being like that I guess. Relies on Nocturn to do all the fighting for him. Speaks almost exclusively in his culture's language (which is basically just Latin).

Still wears his regalia from when he was a king.

The leader of the Anguillae; warriors that carry swords, spears and shields, and wear armour modelled after the soldiers of Ehlek's kingdom, with eel motifs on the shoulders, a helmet shaped like a sea serpent's head, and Ehlek's coat of arms on the chest and shields.

Mantax

Very buff.

Wears tactical combat gear 24/7.

The leader of MANTA; a squadron of stealth snipers that silently assassinate the Barraki's high-priority opponents.

Carapar

Big in all directions.

Wore the most casual outfit out of all the Barraki; a white tank-top, a pair of canvas trousers, and also metal kneepads I guess.

He also wore a bandolier, despite rarely ever carrying a weapon that would require one. He saw it in an action movie once and thought it looked cool.

The leader of Claw; a militia armed with powerful weapons.

He was briefly part of the Federation of Fear, but died during the mission to rescue Miserix.

Takadox

Skinny murder-twink.

Wears an incredibly garish cyan suit, large red-tinted round-lens sunglasses, and silver high-heeled boots with bladed heels.

The leader of the Peacocks; flamboyant fighters who weaponise dancing.

He briefly became part of the Federation of Fear and went on the mission to resuce Miserix, but then abandoned the team early on.

Nocturn

A strange aquatic being that protected Ehlek's kingdom millenia ago. No other members of his species have ever been recorded, and his appearance is basically a combination of unrelated aquatic species in a somewhat humanoid form (a head resembling a crab, but with a shark's mouth; a pair of tentacles on his shoulders, one of which has been cut down to a stump; frog-like webbed hands and feet, but with claws like a crocodile; anemone-like fronds across his back), making it likely he was created through supernatural means.

Fights on behalf of Ehlek, who is too frail to do so himself.

Dark Hunters

A worldwide assassin organisation.

Most of the members are also standalone villains, and a few even left the organisation at some point. They're just sorted here for convenience.

The Shadowed One

The leader of the Dark Hunters.

Like in canon, he does have a name, but everyone just calls him "The Shadowed One".

Roodaka

The wealthy heiress of a major weapons company.

Has a PHD in bioengineering, which she used to create a substance that mutates people.

Her City of Silver counterpart is an archetypical film-noir femme fatale, who is also the woman-behind-the-man for Sidorak.

Her G2 counterpart is a cyberneticist who uses nanites to forcibly augment her captives.

Shadow Stealer

An extremely edgy '90s villain who, in the metanarrative, managed to stay a regular recurring antagonist into the 21st century, being reimagined as either a serious threat or a goofy parody depending on the writer. In the AU's main "comic run", he's the former, with a faintly-Lovecraftian cosmic horror twist to his design and backstory.

He was a researcher in the 1920s, who found a mysterious artifact belonging to an ancient civilisation that worshipped a being known as Tren Krom. The artifact granted him immortality and the ability to control people by manipulating their shadows, but the twisted his soul, turning him into his current form.

His original '90s premise was just that he was an evil Tren Krom hooded-cultist guy who inexplicably was absolutely ripped, had like 10 belts across his entire outfit, and could kill people by ripping their shadows out of their bodies. He was also technically a hero, but this was changed later on when he was rewritten as part of the Dark Hunters.

Mimic

A warrior who can recreate any action he sees another perform.

Part of Chiara's rouges gallery, though they have worked together in the past.

His wife was critically injured in an earthquake and is now on life support. Mimic works for the Dark Hunters in an attempt to help pay for the treatments required to keep her alive; in the metanarrative, this backstory was created in the '90s as part of the Chiara animated series, and became a major part of Mimic's character going forwards yes that is a Cold Cold Heart reference.

In the G2 timeline, Mimic was injured instead, and his wife has the whole action-copying gimmick instead.

Kulta

A time-displaced king from an ancient civilisation.

His G2 counterpart is undead, and commands the Skeleton Army (who don't exist in the main timeline).

Lariska

Literally just canon!Lariska but human.

Was briefly part of the Federation of Fear, but left after their mission to rescue Miserix from Antiderm Inc.; however, she still helps the Order of Mata Nui from time to time.

Teridax's Rebellion

A group of Makuta who tried to usurp their planet's leaders, but ended up being banished into space.

In the G2 timeline, they are all regular humans, and have their human disguises' names as their actual names.

Teridax

The leader of a failed rebellion against the Makuta homeworld's leaders.

His name is still Teridax in this AU. This applies to all other Makuta.

His human disguise is "Terrence Daxter", CEO of Antiderm Inc.

Antroz

His human disguise is "Andrew Rose", head of Antiderm's materials research department.

Vamprah

His human disguise is "Vance Emporia", head of Antiderm's nutritional research department.

Chirox

His human disguise is "Kai Roscoe", head of Antiderm's sonics research department.

Gorast

Her human disguise is "Gloria Aster", head of Antiderm's neurological research department.

Bitil

His human disguise is "Bill Tilford", head of Antiderm's quantum research department.

Krika

His human disguise is "Christopher Calford", head of Antiderm's communications department.

Kojol

His human disguise is "Cody Jones", head of Antiderm's cybersecurity department.

Tridax

His human disguise is "Tristan Daxter", head of Antiderm's dimensional-travel research project, and also "Terrence Daxter"'s brother.

Icarax

His human disguise is "Icarus Ragnarsson", Antiderm's head of security.

Sidorak

A corrupt politician who Teridax was lobbying as part of his attempt to take over the world.

Was married to Roodaka, but she ended up mutating Sidorak into a giant spider-monster that fought the Metru and was killed by Keetongu.

His City of Silver counterpart is a mob boss, though he's really just a puppet for Roodaka.

The Zyglak

Carnivorous creatures from the Makuta homeworld.

A swarm of them are responsible for the deaths of most of the students at Orde's school, including almost all of the Cordak.

Miserix

A member of the Makuta council who Teridax's rebellion managed to capture, and ended up being brought with them when they went to Earth. The Federation of Fear were sent on a mission to rescue him from a prison under the Antiderm Inc. headquarters, which led to the deaths of Carapar and Spiriah.

His preferred form is a large, dragon-like creature, based on a creature from the Makuta homeworld.

Doesn't have a name for his human disguise, since he improvised it during the Federation of Fear's rescue mission, and went back to his big scary dragon form afterwards.

His G2 timeline counterpart is called "Mr. Ricks", and is Antiderm HQ's elderly head janitor who has been working there since before Teridax became the CEO.

The Shadow Toa

Evil counterparts of the Mata from an alternate timeline, brought into the main reality by Tridax.

Their overall backstories are the same (six random people who were given elemental artifacts created by Artakha), but their jobs and personalities are different.

Tahu

An arsonist who was given fire-based powers.

Gali

A pirate who was given water-based powers.

Onua

An archaeologist who was given earth-based powers.

Once went on an expedition led by Avak, but was forced to leave after Avak caught him attempting to steal one of the recovered artifacts.

Lewa

A thief who was given air-based powers.

Pohatu

A mob enforcer who was given stone-based powers.

Kopaka

A "tour guide" (actually a con artist who intentionally gets people lost in dangerous and remote places, then refuses to return them if they don't give him their money) who was given ice-based powers.

Takanuva

Has shadow powers instead of light.

Other factions (and also species)

The Order of Mata Nui

An organisation that helps fund and support Superhero teams, as well as storing dangerous artifacts and imprisoning superpowered criminals.

Their name comes from a mythical warrior who is said to only appear when the entire world is in imminent danger; Helryx, who founded the organisation, does not believe that Mata Nui was a real being, but instead named the Order after him because the organisation's goal was similar.

While the public knows they exist, their agents are required to keep their identities secret to anyone outside the Order for the safety of both the agents and their loved ones.

Helryx

The Order's founder and leader.

In a secret relationship with a Spheran scientist; after the Spherans finally revealed their existence to the public, Helryx proposed to her, and they got married.

Axonn

The Order's quartermaster, and a former agent.

Can sense if people are telling the truth.

Married to Brutaka; even when Brutaka was mind-controlled by Teridax, Axonn still tried to save him, and they stayed together afterwards.

Hydraxon

A high-ranking agent in charge of the Order's prison, The Pit.

During a successful escape attempt by the Barraki, Hydraxon was stabbed to death by Takadox.

Dekar Sr.

An agent who inherited Hydraxon's position after his death.

Umbra

An ancient demigod who was entombed underground in case the Ignika was disturbed. He awakened in the 1980s when he sensed that the mask has been unearthed, emerging from underneath the roller-rink that had been built on top of where he was hidden, and soon became enamoured with the popular culture of the time, taking his name from a movie poster, adopting a glam-rock fashion sense, and wearing a pair of rollerblades at all times. The rollerblades were eventually upgraded by the Order to have built-in rocket boosters.

Has a very close friendship with Jovan's daughter, who helped him adjust to the modern world.

His name is still Umbra in this AU.

In the G2 timeline, he was instead awakened in the 1990s, and dresses like a character from The Matrix. His purpose in this timeline is to prevent the Mask of Ultimate Power from falling into the wrong hands.

Krakua

The vocalist of a '90s pop band, and currently a superpowered Order of Mata Nui operative.

Partially responsible for the existence of the Order of Mata Nui's UK branch.

Can manipulate sound-waves.

Mazeka

A fan of Krakua's band; he joined the Order and discovered that one of his heroes coincidentally happened to also work there.

He lost most of his limbs and half of his face to a bomb set up by Carapar's gang, and had them replaced with prosthetics.

Tobduk

An Order commander who becomes stronger the angrier he gets, so he stays constantly angry at all times.

Helryx has an entire portion of the Order's funding set aside to replace the equipment that Tobduk breaks.

Trinuma

An extremely prolific agent who has rejected multiple offers of promotion. He has technopathic abilities.

Johmak

An Order assassin who can turn herself into a storm of glass-shards.

Jerbraz

Literally just canon Jerbraz but as a human and with a sniper-rifle instead of a sword.

Botar

A massive human/wolf hybrid, equipped with a Spatial Tether that lets him teleport directly to the Order's underground prison, The Pit.

Lost his memory after seemingly (but not actually) being killed in an explosion, and created a new identity.

Maxilos

The Pit's robotic guards. Basically the same as in canon, but with sci-fi weaponry instead of swords.

In the City of Silver timeline, they look more dieselpunk, have more grounded weaponry (by which I mean actual guns instead of lasers) and communicate via prerecorded clips rather than text-to-speech, but are otherwise the same.

"Terigold"

An alternate version of Teridax from a world where everyone's morality is reversed; his true form's exoskeleton is gold instead of black, and he can manipulate light rather than shadows. He can still shapeshift like his main-universe counterpart.

In his home-timeline, he's the leader of a resistance against the Spheran invasion.

His fake human name is "Daxter Terrence", which is coincidentally an inversion of main-timeline Teridax's fake human name.

Federation of Fear

Organised by the Order of Mata Nui to be an expendable taskforce fo dealing with extremely dangerous threats; literally just the Suicide Squad.

Unlike in canon they have more than 7 members, were active long before the "rescue Miserix" mission, and continue to be active afterwards.

Their most well-known missions (in the metanarrative) include the Miserix rescue, fighting an army of skeletons, and helping to defeat Marendar.

Brutaka

The Federation of Fear's handler.

Married to Axonn; even when Brutaka was mind-controlled by Teridax, Axonn still tried to save him, and they stayed together afterwards.

His civilian job is being a narrator for audiobooks. Because of this, he has to wear a voice filter during missions.

Vezon

Vezok's unemployed nepo-baby cousin, who holds a share in his shipping company.

After going near the Ignika at a museum exhibition that Vezok dragged him to, he gained superpowers (namely a hammerspace-like void behind his back, as well as the ability to conjure spherical energy projectiles) and immediately went mad with power, taking random magical artifacts (including a spear that can fuse things together, and a strange mask that appeared to flicker between realities). Vezok called the Inika's hotline, and the Inika and Piraka worked together to defeat Vezon. The Order of Mata Nui then captured Vezon, confiscated the stolen artifacts, and placed him in their underground supermax prison, The Pit, before eventually transferring him to the Federation of Fear.

In the G2 timeline, he's the mayor of Okoto City, who is unaware of (or maybe purposefully ignoring?) his cousin's criminal activities.

Spiriah

A former member of Teridax's rebellion, who ended up leaving after almost revealing their true identities by choosing a very... out-there disguise. He was then captured by the Order of Mata Nui and offered a place in the Federation of Fear, which he accepted, before dying during the mission to rescue Miserix.

When he arrived on Earth, he took the form of a towering bat-like humanoid.

His G2 counterpart is a towering bat-like humanoid, imprisoned in Antiderm's labs and experimented on by them.

Umarak

A human/Makuta hybrid, mostly resembling the former but with the latter's chitinous, digitigrade legs. He also has control over shadows.

Channeled some of his power into a swarm of mechanical "shadow traps" that temporarily mind-control anyone who steps on them.

In the G2 timeline, he's Ekimu's evil counterpart and the herald of Makuta; much like how Takua can transform into Ekimu, Ahkmou can transform into Umarak.

XPlode

A heavily-armoured supervillain with the ability to generate and fire volatile keratine spines from his body.

Usually part of the Hero Factory's rogues gallery, XPlode was willingly recruited into the Federation of Fear after being captured by the Order of Mata Nui.

The Chronicler's Company

Takua's friends, and fellow Metru University alumni.

The name is what their (legally-distinct equivalent of) DnD characters are collectively called (Takua's character is the Chronicler class).

In the G2 timeline, they are basically the same, but in high school.

Kapura

Studied classical literature.

He can seemingly teleport, though it is unknown if this is a superpower.

Macku

Studied geography.

In a relationship with Hewkii, and currently lives with him in Voya City.

Taipu

Studied geography.

Often mistaken for Hafu, who has a similar fashion sense and hairstyle, but otherwise looks completely different.

Tamaru

Studied marine biology.

The Inika enlisted her help to identify Nocturn's species. The results were inconclusive.

Hafu

Studied fine art.

Often mistaken for Taipu, who has a similar fashion sense and hairstyle, but otherwise looks completely different.

Kopeke

Studied art history.

Canonically nonverbal.

The Inika Fanclub

Some high school (and like two university) students who run an Inika fanclub.

Garan

The club's founder.

Managed to figure out that Teridax isn't what he appears to be.

Balta

The club's resident inventor.

On Earth B, he owns a shop.

Dalu

Used to be very cheerful and friendly, until her father (who was a detective) went missing while he was looking into potential criminal activity in Vezok's shipping company.

Piruk

Due to a rare condition, his fingers end with sharp "talons" made of bone. He is extremely worried that he might hurt someone with them.

Has a pet dog.

Velika

A Spheran scientist who transferred his mind into an artificially-grown human body to spy on humanity completely normal student who just happens to be very interested in photography.

In the future, he becomes a supervillain who uses his access to advanced Spheran technology in order to (repeatedly) attempt to take over the world.

Kazi

The oldest of the group.

Studying philosophy at Voya University.

Dekar Jr.

The son of an Order of Mata Nui operative.

In the future he joins the Order, taking Brutaka's place as the Federation of Fear's handler.

Defilak

Dekar's brother.

Sarda

Idris's boyfriend.

Idris

Sarda's girlfriend.

Silver

Based on the unnamed silver Toa from the DS and GBA versions of Bionicle Heroes (though mostly the former).

They can temporarily copy the abilities of any superbeing they touch.

Their name is, in fact, Silver.

Voriki

Silver's younger brother.

Silver's parents asked them to bring Voriki along to the club's meetings. Like them, Voriki also has superpowers (namely energy absorption), but he hasn't learned how to use them yet.

He doesn't actually care about the Inika, but instead is a fan of the Mata, and wants to become a hero like them. He sometimes gets distracted in class, daydreaming about becoming the seventh eighth member of the team.

In the future, Voriki becomes an actual superhero; he is part of a "next generation" superhero team that are to the Inika what the Inika are to the Mata.

Magnans

An alien species whose homeworld was destroyed by the Skrall Empire.

Their existence hasn't been made public, as that could draw attention to their presence, leading the Skrall to find them and attack Earth.

The Skrall

An alien empire that attacked and destroyed Spherus Magna.

They eventually attacked Earth after detecting the signals from the Order's communications with the Spherans, and tried using a vast orbital cannon to destroy the planet. Matoro ended up using the Ignika to overload the cannon, destroying the Skrall mothership while also sacrificing himself.

The Makuta

Insectoid aliens from the planet Destral.

They have natural shapeshifting abilities, and the power to control shadows. The shapeshifting is mostly used to gain extra limbs to carry more things or eyes that can be used to see in the dark, and consistently maintaining a singular form requires a large amount of practise and concentration, and might require having to adjust to the imitated species' anatomy depending on how different it is from that of a Makuta (for example, a Makuta that's shapeshifted into a human would need to adapt to having plantigrade legs and five fingers). They can also transform into things that don't exist.

In the Invasion timeline, they have control over light instead of shadows.

They don't exist in the G2 timeline; all Makuta characters are humans, with a few exceptions (namely Spiriah).

Unafilliated individuals

Mata Nui

An ancient warrior who only appears when the entire world is in imminent danger.

Still has his canon name.

Doesn't exist in the G2 timeline.

Mayor Dume

The mayor of Metru City.

He was active as a non-superpowered hero in the 1940s (as part of a larger team), and was one of the people who inspired Helryx to found the Order of Mata Nui.

In the G2 timeline, he was a tech-based hero that used a suit of dieselpunk power-armour that he updated over the years, adding computers and more advanced technology. While Dume kept doing his superhero thing for far longer than his main timeline counterpart, he eventually found out that he had a disease that gave him only a month to live, so he uploaded his mind into the armour's systems and became a new hero called Exo.

Zaria

A teacher at Orde's school for young superheroes; when the school was attacked by Teridax's underlings, Zaria was one of the only survivors, and now seeks revenge.

He is an occasional ally of Chiara.

In the G2 timeline, he's the headmaster of the school, which is still active.

Chiara

An antihero from the slums of Voya City.

Basically Batman, but more morally-grey and anti-authority, and with electricity-based powers.

Orde

One of Helryx's childhood friends, and the former headmaster of a school for young superheroes; the school was attacked by Teridax's underlings while Orde was protecting a nearby town from the Dark Hunters.

Keetongu

A cryptid said to wander the woods near the outskirts of Metru City.

Artakha

The god of forges, crafting and creation.

Lives in his temple on the top of an extremely tall mountain, near where the culture that worshipped him lived.

On Earth B, he's "retired" from godhood and now lives in a seaside town in southwest England, where he makes furniture.

Karzahni

Artakha's brother, and the god of death, chaos, and - strangely - medicine.

Has since "retired" from godhood, and now lives in Voya City's most run-down area, working as a back-alley surgeon who mostly works on criminals, including members of the Barraki's gangs.

On Earth B, he's still a god, living in a temple at the bottom of a vast chasm.

Marendar

An interdimensional being that can drain the life-energy of superbeings in order to become more powerful, leaving them either dead or powerless.

One of the Federation of Fear's "main" missions (from the perspective of the metanarrative) is helping to defeat Marendar.

#bionicle #bionicle au

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hellsgreatestfaggot · 6 months ago

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H-Hey….. gulps…. Cultist Vox with a worship kink & male reader…. :3

SAY NO MORE this gonna get kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

Cultist!Vox x Male reader hcs & fic

WARNINGS: Dom!Vox ,, Praise AND degredation (ima spoil you today),Vox being kinda mean but ina hot way , Power kink, using wires to tie you up idk if that counts as bdsm , etc bro

how do i write a cultist “Haah! join this group of batman looking demons with daddy issues or face my wrath! (dick)”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

• Starting off on a lighter note , i just KNOW he would be a switch, 100% top leaning and would 100% be a power bottom if he had to . (for this fic hes gonna be a top though😇)

• Would love hearing you whine, any noise at all you make he would adore, followed by praises and him speeding up and grunting into your neck from behind.

“Let me here that voice, c’mon now. Doing so good f’me.”

“Cmon baby i know you can take more.”

• Would REVEL in making you beg. He definitely has a power kink so he would adore how much you’d plead for him to touch you.

“Whats wrong, so desperate your already whining for me like a bitch? pathetic.”

• His hands. He has those claws, imagine him grabbing onto you, digging into your skin until you bleed a bit. once that happens and he takes notice, hed lick it off, again praising your endurance for this.

• Pet names and nicknames would be his shit ngl, hed rock with mean ones and praise ones. things like “Pretty Boy, Baby, Good boy” and for mean ones stuff like “Bitch, slut, cockwhore, etc”

• You know how he has wires? All im gonna say is Bondage. (“No bond stronger than those formed through bondage!!!!” -Angel dust) He would tie you up to make you shut up while you take him, and he would adore it.

You sat up, snapping out of a daze, slowly finding out that the entire time youd been in this meeting you’d been half asleep, beginning to lean back in your chair as Vox and the other people with you were droning off in the backround about political-company bullshit as usual, that you werent even intrested in. How you got roped into this so-called “Job” youll never know. Could have been drunk, could have been curiousity, or maybe it was just Vox himself. But now that youd signed your soul off to Vox and his company you couldnt leave, there was no escape, you simply had to attend those boring meetings he hosted, You had to be there to shine his shoes, fetch him documents, keep track of sales and you despised every vile second you had to be there. Atleast the money was good?

You sat up, glancing quickly at your watch and realizing you still had a long, long time before this bullshit was over. You leaned back in your chair, and glanced over at Vox who you had’nt even realize stopped talking. He was staring at you. “Fuck. how long was he looking at me? There goes my job i guess.“ You held eye contact with him as he walked towards you. He looked pissed. He came up behind your chair, placing a hand on your elbow and leaning into you.

“Stay put when were finished with this. I need to talk to you before we leave.”

For the rest of the night you behaved. You sat in perfect posture, chiming into each topic occasionally , praising Vox for his work, all in an attempt to not get fired. He eyed you all night, keeping a close eye on you. He knew you were sucking up to him. As much as you hated this job , Who wants to get fired? Ego damage first of all, second you need money for everything that is anything. Finally eveyone was dismissed. Everyone exept for you. You sat in your seat, attentive to Vox. You sat in that chair for what felt like hours, as Vox looked you up and down.

“What makes a pathetic worker like you think you have the right to pull that shit in the middle of a meeting.” Radio silence. “Answer me, now.” What were you supposed to say? “Sorry Vox! i just hate these dogshit meetings so much i just fell asleep!” He wouldnt take that. Noone would.“Since you dont wanna talk ill have to make you.” He bent down, eye to eye with you in the chair. His eyes were intoxicating. You didnt even realize what he had been doing. All you knew was that you lusted for him. It was like a craving only he could satisfy. You did the only thing you could think of and got on your knees, hoping to rip out any praises you could get from him.Within seconds he was stripping you down, and admiring the way you looked at him. He looked down at you, narrowing his eyes as he said the words “beg for it.”

You pleaded for him pathetically. Mindlessly. All while he gazed down at you, drinking up any whine or plead you had managed to spit out. “How pathetic of you. If you listen youll get what you want.” He pet your head like some sort of pet made for his amusement as he unzipped his pants, letting them hit the floor. only to be met with one word, “Suck.” As almost as if it was normal you immediately obeyed, taking him as he ruthlessly began to ram into you. Grunts filled the room as tears welled up in your eyes from how rough he was being “Whats wrong? cant—mnh—.,cant take it? Suck it up, whore.”

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This is getting to lengthy so im gonna cut you off here sorry pooks maybe ill make a part two if your super nice n buy vbucks/j!!

#vox #hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #vox hazbin x reader #this is really gay #dont flop pls this took a long time #its late as hell and im still writing #leave requests :3

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ultimateplaylistmaker · 9 months ago

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Speaking of which, how do you characterize the Pregame bois?

I have a document on this

No one is surprised

I have playlists on them

still no one is surprised

They are named Koharu and Shinichi, you may recognize Koharu because thanks to a convoluted series of event he kinda evolved from pregame kokichi to his own original character so I've been kinda tempted to change pregame kokichis name to something else.

I'll put their information under a cut because im too lazy to turn this out of a list into a paragraph form

Kokichi - Koharu

God complex

Believes himself to be the only real person

Wants to be prime minister

Incredibly dangerous manipulator and near perfect liar

Dresses softly and acts weak and shy to make people trust him

Has his entire school under his command with a puppet king in the student council

Knows everything about everyone, no one moves without him knowing about it.

Views the people around him as toys for him to play with or tools to use

No desire for a relationship as he doesnt think anyone could ever even get close to matching him, so any relationship he did take would be uneven and just for appearances.

Parents died at a very young age so he grew up in a rough orphanage where he learned to never trust anyone or anything

Craves challenge and interesting experiences but no one can adequately challenge him so he’s bored

Doesn’t have many social skills outside of manipulation and as such struggles with emotions, whether it be his own or other people’s, even if he hides it pretty well

No hesitation to ruin lives to get what he wants.

Occasionally has secret breakdowns about being alone and stressed but he represses those and pretends it didn’t have them

Loathes people who hurt animals, views them as the lowest scum. Humans are worthless but animals are soft and loyal. Eating meat is one thing, he doesn’t care about that because that’s just life, but if he catches you throwing a rock at a cat or something, your life is over.

Uses bullies to manipulate people by seeming in need of help or pitiable

Feels like he’s never truly seen, he crushes that down as useless observation, he doesn’t want anyone to see the real him, it’d ruin everything.

Monaca is his favorite character and idol, his facade is based on her “pitiable children are the most powerful” philosophy.

Doesn’t make friends as he finds other people to be annoying and unfulfilling, they all seem very shallow and boring for anything beyond use as a toy or tool. No one would like him if it wasn’t for his facade anyways, its all just superficial tolerance. No one actually wants something that actually goes both ways, everyone just wants a shoulder to cry on, no care about the shoulder itself as long as it’s comforting them. So he’ll give them that, it’s easier.

Tries not to doubt himself but does have a rare moment of crippling uncertainty and wondering why he even tries, no one actually appreciates him anyways and he’s so bored and alone, why does he try?

Acts weak and soft and sad and teary and skittish but it's all a lie to both protect himself and gain power

Joined the game to prove his superiority by ending the world’s so beloved game and also become a celebrity. It’s one of many steps in his very long and detailed plan for world domination. Besides the game had long since grown old and stale and predictable

Shuichi - Shinichi

Manic

Self esteem constantly shifting between highs and lows

Yearning for positive contact and romance and also sex

Shockingly self aware of what a mess he is

Protective of the few people who tolerate him or he likes

Sexual and Violent intrusive thoughts

Resentful but tired

Enjoys really dark subjects

Devoted

Really bad at social cues and knowing whats normal or not

Masochistic and Sadistic

Actually really really good at solving mysteries but easily distracted and easily derailed from his conclusions

Wants to fix himself but a lack of support along with society’s apathy means he’s kinda been left floundering.

Ignores things that make him feel shitty to focus on positives

Parents encourage him to be more assertive and tough, this does NOT help his intrusive thoughts

Honestly just desperate for love and affection, he’d never actually hurt someone for it, but man, sometimes he really wants to.

Smokes to try and keep his chill

Can’t casually get into anything, is either 100% in or 0% in

Reads and writes a lot of fanfiction, actually somewhat a big name for his really well done characterization of more violent or manic characters.

Met Koharu once and saw through him immediately, they never met again after that but he really freaked out Koharu and is honestly lucky he went to a different school.

Danganronpa is his favorite show because it lets him safely indulge in his twisted desires and feels rather cathartic. Plus he loves the mysteries! Joining and finally killing someone for real should be the ultimate catharsis and finally put an end to this sickness in his head....right?

#ndrv3 #anon chaos #bonkichi #kagehara #pregame

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fandoms-in-law · 1 year ago

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The Deed

Summary: Steve's parents come home while he's hosting a pool party and try kicking up a fuss. Hopper asks 1 question before much can be said.

Authors Note: I posted this on AO3 a couple months ago but was unsure about posting it here. Got a new sideblog just to share this and other fics for series I've not seen or at least not fully seen.

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Hopper was the one to arrange it. Actually, he was fairly sure he was the only one to know about it other than Steve.

He'd been aware of the neglect of the boys parents for, well, the entire time since they started leaving him home alone, thanks to the nosey neighbours. The fact that the hospital not only failed to get through to them during the first incident with the upside down due to the injuries that they'd seen but on later occasions both asked him to do so or to suggest Steve choose someone else to be his emergency contact said worlds and nothing good.

So yes, Hopper arranged the change of name on the deed to the Harrington mansion and let Steve pretend he'd forgotten all about it.

Now though he mentioned it. “Show me the deed to the house, Harrington.”

3 people turned to stare at him, one very ready to yell. Everyone else remained glaring at the two people forcing their way into the pool party Steve was holding.

After a moment though, Steve nodded. “It's in my room. I'll go and fetch it.”

That got Richard storming after him. “You never had permission to remove anything from my office, Boy! You better put that and anything else-”

“I never took anything from the office.” Steve's words were calm, but Hopper having followed them saw what everyone still outside and waiting to yell at his mother couldn't. That Steve had instead of going straight to the stairs stopped at the closet and grabbed his nail bat out, holding in ready to use but not in threat as he spoke. “Go and check if you don't believe me.”

“I'll prove you're a liar quite happily!” Richard snarled, barging past his son to go up the stairs, Steve and Hopper now in pursuit.

Hopper glanced over, quietly asking, “Was bringing this up wrong of me?”

“I'd forgotten about it in everything that's happened since that first time, so no, definitely not.” He confirmed, going straight to his dresser once in his room while Hopper hovered in the doorway, listening for anything happening downstairs, though it seemed Mrs Harrington knew better than to say anything when alone with a whole party of people who loved Steve.

Steve didn't wait for his father to finish whatever search he was doing of the office, just heading downstairs calmer than he had been when his parents first arrived. Hopper hoped that was because he'd remembered that he had both the legal power and the police chief on his side for this confrontation, but suspected it was more to do with taking a few moments to breathe away from the pair.

“I have the house deed here, Hopper. Do you want to wait for Richard to return?” Steve stated, as if he hadn't been the first of the pair to return to the garden where everyone remained.

“We'll wait.” Nancy was the one to reply, coming further forward with Robin, Eddie and Jonathon so they formed some type of guard around Hopper and Steve. “You still have that thing?” she teased a moment later, gesturing to the nail-bat.

Steve shrugged, “Got us through some difficult times, figured it could be good luck fighting less flower headed threats too.”

“HERE!” Richard yelled, storming out of the door and shoving a document into Hopper's chest. “The deed to my house.”

Everyone seemed to take a breath in at that moment, but Hopper just nodded, catching the page and reading over it. “Definitely in order, well, except for this date.” He gestured to the top of the page. “It says you brought this house in 1965, correct?”

“Yes, that's when the deed's were signed.” Richard agreed, huffing as if expecting Hopper would roll over now and start doing as he demanded.

“Steve, can I see the deed you brought down for us?” Hopper calmly asked, refusing to get annoyed at the attitude of Harrington.

Steve silently handed it over and Hopper barely glanced it over before nodding.

“As I recalled, this one is from 1983, all titled, signed and correct, with an additional letter even from the government confirming that the house and all it's contents belongs to Stephen Harrington. If you want to claim any control over who stays here or visits, perhaps you should take it up with the Department for Control and Exploration of Communications Methods. They are indeed both cosignatories and the department who provided this letter.” He smirked over at the Harrington's before adding, “Steve, do you permit these people to be present on your property? I can arrest them for trespassing and civil disturbance if they're uninvited.”

Mrs Harrington spoke up then, “Now Chief Hopper, there's no need to be hasty. Richard and I were just -”

“Leaving.” Steve cut her off. “You were both just leaving. Whether that's in your own car to a hotel or the police cruiser to the station, I care about as much as you cared for me when you've left every other time.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #chief hopper #nancy wheeler #steve harringtons parents #steve has bad parents

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contentment-of-cats · 1 year ago

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The narc is right on schedule.

Here we go again. Narcs love to spoil shit they can't control, and @cordeliaperry - formerly cyberwitch85 and who knows how many sockpuppets - pops up. She's got a hard-on for Merry Chissmas now, because if you've shit your pants in front of an entire fandom, what's one more fart in all the stink?

My first experience with her was when she threatened a friend with revenge porn. Another more comprehensive link here. It was not a rumor - it was something she did. She likes to delete her replies and edit her posts, so you have to document every interaction.

I did not dox her, though I do have the information from a post that she herself made. She's locked her archive and blocked me, but I do have screenshots and her showing her whole ass on other blogs. Receipts, baby.

The reason she’s accusing me of doxing is because she donated to my cancer fund and I offered the money back. Someone, not me, sent her the money. I also turned over the $100 she funded me to a cancer charity. She also does not know the meaning of the word 'doxxing' which is the public exposition of personal information such as name, address, and so forth. However, it is a hot-button word that gets attention - and since she's a textbook narc, that's what she feeds on.

Not a Boomer - it's an ageist dogwhistle from a person desperate to recruit her own army of flying monkeys. Gen X, represent.

She went full bunnyboiler on a writer formerly in the fandom, sending multiple hate anons - that were so obviously her. And there are so many, many, many of them.

She is alleged to have used her Discord server to spy on her 'friends' - one of the reasons I now avoid Discord servers.

Since she was not getting any traction attacking said author, she turned on one of the author's friends with a bloodthirsty campaign of harassment.

She bullied a Thrawn fan out of the fandom and from their blog. She might have done this to others that I don't know about, considering how many fans disappeared from the fandom when I was sick starting from February 2022 (diagnosis) to March/April of 2022 (recovery from last surgery).

She hates me because I've gotten very fucking tired of narcs torpedoing fandoms because they want to be a BNF. She bullied a lot of people, and people are scared to stand up to her. I don't give two farts in a tornado. I'll punch back on the bitch.

People are afraid of her - one reason that Merry Chissmas has an anon submission option. She allegedly gathered people's contact info to organize a fandom penpal activity, then also used an author's contact info to harass them. Nobody wanted to be next.

As she cycles through her narcissistic rage, she's staying on brand. Narcs love to ruin holidays and make it all about them. You can find out about the darker side of fandom here with history, tutorials on protecting yourself, resources, and other informative articles.

And finally, I offer a video of wisdom from Darren F. Magee - an excellent psychologist, fellow sci-fi nerd, and man on a mission.

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If she can't control an event and if she can't be the center of attention, she'll do her level best to ruin it for everyone else. In the spirit of the holidays, I think I'm going to - a few times a week - post a screenshot of her clownery along with an appropriate Darren Magee video just to make the point.

Merry Chissmas, 🤡

#narc 101 #she's back #good lord #it's like stepping in dog poo #the smell never comes off your shoes #merry chissmas #Youtube

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listlesswhistle · 2 years ago

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So, I made a thing. As I mentioned, I’ve been having a lot of fun making up my own rain world stuff, y’know, like an entire custom region. Well, you may have noticed that the bonus pictures of my notes included information on a couple things that didn’t show up in the forest. Namely, my iterator oc, One Thousand Silent Eyes.

Well, I’ve been possessed by the need to write a short ficlet about them discovering what happened to the canon iterators through finding broadcasts as they attempt to reestablish their long range communications.

I’ve discussed Silent Eyes in more detail over on @nerdydowntherabbithole‘s blog, and I don’t won’t to go over everything about them again, so here’s the main thing you need to know before reading: Silent Eyes operates as a sort of hivemind. They have multiple different bodies, each with their own unique copy of Silent Eyes, but they think and act as a single entity when together. This does become relevant occasionally in this ficlet, most often when they switch between “themself” and “themselves,” depending on whichever is appropriate. They will also occasionally reference actions performed by different bodies happening at the same or similar time, as they see themselves as being in both of those bodies at once.

With that clarified, the story can be found below the read more. (Please be gentle, I’ve literally never written a fic before)

They let out a thoughtful chirp from their speakers as they hovered up to the antenna of the decrepit relay station; a habit they’d picked up from time spent around their citizens. On instinct, they went to store the information in their general memory banks, only to stutter in their flight as they failed to connect.

They were... still getting used to that. Silent Eyes knew that these long distance missions were necessary for reestablishing communication with the other clusters, but that didn’t make it any less uncomfortable to be cut off from so much of themselves.

At least the sensation eased up somewhat when they hunkered down in the MMSP to wait out the rain. Some of their citizens had come along for the ride, even after the extended nature of this outing was explained to them. Truthfully, they were grateful for the company. Tending to the needs of the adventurous group of slugcats served as a much appreciated distraction from the concerns that plagued them lately.

And ah, there was the crux of the issue, wasn’t it? The thing that they’d wanted to pass off to the rest of themselves while they focused on documenting what material components they’d need to fabricate in order to get this ancient transmitter back up and running: the broadcasts. They’d been found stored on the station’s barely functional servers and the contents were... distressing.

They weren’t stupid; they’d heard the rumors. Those were all on public chatrooms, after all, so they had made it much further out than any encrypted private conversations. But Eyes had treated them with a hopeful skepticism. They hadn’t know Unparalleled Innocence very well, and the rumors were just that: rumors. They’d helped iterators handle cases of rot before, they were sure Five Pebbles could handle himself. And losing contact with Looks To The Moon doesn’t necessarily mean anything bad happened to her. Everyone’s communications were breaking down. Heck, they’d had to repair their own communication arrays before they could even talk to the iterators right next to them! Their neighboring cluster was most likely perfectly fine. They probably just needed a few new antennas, a couple fresh dishes, a good rewiring and bam! Problem solved.

Except, well... these old messages paint a slightly different picture.

It’s probably nothing! They’re probably just overthinking things, making false assumptions because they’re working with much less information than they’re used to. This will all make much more sense when they get this relay back to working order, so they can take a new look at this data with all of their processing power at their disposal. The ARU that they’re piloting wasn’t exactly built for complex thinking, after all, with its internals mostly full of sensors and data storage. That’s why ARUs are always accompanied by an MMSP; its large computing system dedicated to housing Silent Eyes picks up the slack for its smaller cousins.

They’re just maybe, slightly freaking out because even with the additional processing power of the MMSP parked right outside, the messages are still setting off all kinds of alarm bells in their brain. Contents aside, just the fact that they’re seeing these messages at all is frankly concerning.

Silent Eyes has become intimately familiar with the inner workings of an iterator’s communication arrays. They know, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that incoming messages are not meant to bounce like this. The different systems for incoming and outgoing information are completely separate, only connected in that they are both part of communications. The fact that they found the messages here, in a relay station almost halfway between the two clusters, is indicative of a catastrophic malfunction on Looks To The Moon’s end. Her systems would’ve had to be physically rewired for them to broadcast a message in its entirety to a random recipient immediately upon receiving it, rather than download its contents for Moon to read. It’s honestly a miracle that the header and group name were the only things lost in the process.

It would be a different story for a public communiqué sent to a group discussion- long range broadcasts are sent along multiple relays, so that there are redundancies in case one breaks down- but these were clearly meant to be direct communications between iterators in the same cluster, with their names listed directly beneath the missing group: “No Significant Harassment, Big Sis Moon.” It should’ve been impossible, and yet here it is, scanned directly into Silent Eyes’ internal storage.

As for the messages themselves... there’s not much to be said. Two short chatlogs between users “No Significant Harassment” and “Big Sis Moon.” NSH is the only one to speak. He is unsure if his messages will reach Moon, citing an unknown amount of damage to her systems. Five Pebbles appears to be uncooperative, and NSH seems to be planning something. All in all, it sounds like a grim situation.

But, well, it’s only two messages! Maybe NSH’s plan worked, and Moon’s communication arrays stopped sending messages here! Or, maybe they can find more messages once they restore power to the upper floor! Oh, and what if-

Plink! Silent Eyes jolted at the sound of something hitting the base of their wings. Oh, the rain is coming. It seems they weren’t doing a very good job of focusing on repairs.

They spur themselves into motion, abandoning the various tasks around the station that they’d been idling at for the last half an hour. It seems they’ll have to wait until the next cycle before they can reconnect with the rest of themselves.

As they settle themselves down to charge in the vast hanger of the MMSP, and their large, armored form prepares to weather the rain, Silent Eyes takes comfort in the fact that all of their citizens appear to be fed and accounted for. They flutter their wings in amusement as the slugcats begin to bully them into the quickly forming cuddle pile on the floor, adjusting themself slightly to support the one that’s already fallen asleep on their back. They don’t appear bothered in the slightest by the rigid metal form of the ARUs, seeming perfectly content with the fact that all four of them together provide a comfortable amount of heat.

Surrounded on all sides by warm bodies, with the sounds of purring echoing off the walls of their hanger, Eyes feels their fans start to slow as the worry that had been eating at them finally begins to abate.

The messages are concerning, and Eyes is still concerned at the apparent state of their fellow iterators, but they will not let their fear dismantle them. With a clearer mind and a new objective, One Thousand Silent Eyes finds themselves wishing they could tell NSH the same thing he tried to tell Looks To The Moon: “Hang in there. I’m coming to help.”

#rain world #iterator oc #One Thousand Silent Eyes #My writing #I have no idea if this is actually good #I tried my best ok #i THINK i got everything into the proper tense #im so obsessed with Silent Eyes you have no idea #i was just POSSESSED to write this

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coughsyrups · 1 year ago

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there are so many thoughts stirring in my head and now that i’ve sat down to start spewing them out i’m overwhelmed by the magnitude and stuck, like i’m trying to squeeze chunks of my emotions through a hole big enough to fit one at a time, but easily blocked by many. i can’t say everything i want to say all at once. i backtrack, and repeat myself, and wander aimlessly around what i want to say like a fool.

i think i’m going crazy.

getting better is never linear. life imitates art imitates life imitates poetry; which is art, which, naturally, imitates life. don’t romanticize your suffering, because pain isn’t necessarily beautiful, and just because you can find beauty in your sorrow doesn’t mean you needed to suffer. just because you put your vase back together with golden glue doesn’t mean it never broke in the first place. being fragile and pretty and traumatized is not cool, actually, and i’m sick of the metaphors, and the narrative, and especially the foreshadowing.

i have always read writings written on walls. and i sit down and i write my little songs about it, and when i get hurt inevitably it’s marginally easier because i knew it was going to happen. and i already wrote some four chord ABAB bullshit that i can sing over and over again until i process it by desensitizing myself to the situation. because i have to make everything funny, i have to make everything palatable, i have to make everything art. and i haven’t been creating art lately. god, haven’t i suffered enough? this isn’t the kind of suffering i know how to write about. not having money to eat isn’t something you just slip into the second verse. i’ve tried and tried, and no one ever sees the part where i try except for him. they see me quitting jobs, they see me calling out sick, they see me spending forty bucks on chinese takeout when i have bills and rent and appointments. what about me holding two jobs with 60 hour work weeks, and STILL struggling to save a fucking a dollar? i overwork myself to the point of burnout, and when i get a pitiful fucking nothing paycheck there’s nothing i can really do to hold out any longer mentally. so i quit. so i chase a dollar’s worth of a promotion and jump from job to job, sitting at the lowest rung, looked over and taken advantage of and talked about and misgendered, misgendered, misgendered. i want to hide!! i don’t want to see myself in windows walking from job one to job two, i hate everything about my body, and i use it as an excuse to not correct people using the wrong pronouns for me, which just makes me hate it even fucking more. oh, i understand why people use she/her, my boobs are just so big teehee!! but i don’t get how nobody even fucking tries. i’m not saying i’m some magical perfect person but i make an effort, a conscious, serious effort, to remember people’s pronouns, to ask their pronouns, to properly gender them. the only people who use my pronouns consistently are max and my mom, who are both cisgender. it hurts so bad when my trans friends don’t use my pronouns. you should know more than anyone! how much it sucks! do i have to take hormones? do i have to “dress nonbinary”? i don’t want to change my voice, i don’t want to change my closet, i don’t want to change anything except my chest, and that’s more a health and comfort and weight thing than dysphoria!

if i don’t get this breast reduction, i genuinely feel like i might give up entirely. on everything. on living well. on waking up. because wouldn’t that just be fucking great? the chance to be comfortable in my body for the first time since i was… 14? 15? if this gets ripped away from me i might just run away, i don’t know! i don’t have a cent to my name but i could do it. go home, work a job for a few months. save up a couple hundred. then go no contact with everyone who’s ever known me. buy a plane ticket. move somewhere far, where the cost of living is low, and just restart. i could steal my documents. i could figure something out. craigslist exists, i’m sure someone needs a roommate. would my loved ones try to find me? i’d leave a note, of course. something to say that i’m gone, and that i might come back, but i don’t know when. would they be willing to wait? i don’t know what i’d want them to do. part of me would want to be found, like some princess in a castle, waiting to be rescued and returned to the kingdom. but if i chose to leave, i would want to stay gone. maybe after a few months, i would send a letter. no return address, of course. i don’t want them to think i got murdered.

i don’t want to make people sad. i don’t want people to hate me. i don’t want people to even dislike me. i want to be loved, and make people happy, and be everybody’s best friend who they can talk to about anything. but i’m lonely, and i’ve always been lonely, and i always will be lonely. in every lifetime, every timeline, every minute, i’ve always been a step removed, like the narrator is possessing my body and observing characters in a story. i can see them, and they can see me, and we can talk and have fun, but i’m here to see this story through. i’m here to tell this story. i’m here to check for plot holes and predict the twists nobody sees coming, and then when everything’s over i move on to the next chapter. moving along like everything is fine. that’s just how the story goes, nothing i can do. i am lonely, and this last year and a half has been nice, because i think max is lonely like i am. i think we deal with it in different ways. i think i’m fighting my loneliness, challenging it, trying to change how i’m written, but he handles it so well. he can be alone, not that he always wants to be, but even when he doesn’t want to be alone, i don’t think it drives him half as insane as it drives me.

i want to rip my hair out, or shave it off, or give myself bangs. i want to scream, but everybody wants to scream. i want to drive my car off a bridge. (i want to fly.) i want to float motionless at the bottom of a bathtub. (my hair makes a halo.) and see? there’s the metaphors. there’s the poetry, and the art, and the symbolism, oh the symbolism, because i can’t just process my feelings like normal people do. but this is good, because the alternative to writing this is laying awake thinking this. or, rather, thinking three sentences at once, because of all these voices in my head talking over each other. i’m at the breaking point. i don’t want anyone to help me right now, i don’t want someone on snapchat messaging me “ily! i hope u feel better soon” which is ironic considering how many of those messages i’ve sent to others.

i’m confused. i don’t think i’m scared. but i’m anxious. and i’m frustrated. i don’t know what to do, going forward? i’m not gonna run away to wyoming. i’m not gonna kill myself. i have to keep living. and keep going. i have to prove to myself that things will get better. it’s sunk cost fallacy, i didn’t kill myself at 19 so why should i now? i could’ve then. maybe i should’ve, the only people i would’ve hurt would have been my family. nobody else was close enough to me where they wouldn’t be able to get over it. it’s funny, getting dumped after a month was the end of the world to me back then. like a kid, falling off their bike and skinning their knee, screaming and wailing so hard at the sight of a few drops of blood and some scraped skin that the neighbors come outside to see what’s wrong. the world is ending! but it’s not. you put on a bandaid and move on.

i’ve had worse injuries since then. and even though they hurt just as bad, i learned to push through the pain, to conquer it mentally. i’ve put on a lot of bandaids. but i’m not trying to minimize how it felt in the moment, because it is the worst thing you have yet experienced. and each time you have a worse experience, you’re better equipped to deal with it. even better, when you experience something of equal or lesser trauma, it’s no big deal! you’ve had worse! wayyyy worse. what i’m saying is, how i felt that night in 2019 was valid, because i had never experienced heartbreak before. i didn’t know how to deal with it. i didn’t know i could hurt like that. now i’ve been hurt like that so many times that i can shut it off, deal with it mentally, think it through, push through the pain. and i hope i come to a day when i feel the same way about right now.

i’ve met the love of my life. i’m scheduled for a life changing surgery. i’m finally been living on my own. i have two sweet little kitties. and i’ve been trying hard not to let the negatives outweigh the positives, but that’s not the full picture. i’m not being negative when i say things are bad right now. i’m being honest. things aren’t perfect between max and i. i have this weird sense of jealousy where i think about how i’m the “first partner he’s actually, genuinely loved” and also, the first partner* he hasn’t actually, genuinely fucked. (*a few outlier relationships have been excused from this statement.) and that’s so stupid, right? it’s so shallow. isn’t this what i wanted, something beyond just a sexual agreement between two people who don’t seem to like each other all that much? yes, it is, and i am grateful, i am beyond grateful to love someone who loves me, and cares for me and about me, who i love to spend time with and talk to, who i fall asleep next to. i just get this hangup. why not me? i know the answer. the answer is i’m not pressuring him to do something he doesn’t want to do, and that will never change. i’m not going to guilt trip him into having sex with me, and the thought of ever doing that makes me sick. but i feel odd thinking that there’s other people who have loved him, just like me, that shared this experience with him, and i haven’t. and i don’t know when i will. if i will? i don’t know!

the surgery has me scared. not because it’s a surgery, i’m not scared about complications. but what about the money, how long will i be paying this off for? what if there’s an issue with healing? an infection? breasts become misshapen? bottom out? uneven? i gain more weight and they grow again? as soon as i’m able to i need to work out. i don’t want to have my stomach be larger than my breasts and that’s probably going to be the case after the surgery. i just hope i like the way i look. i know i’ll be more comfortable but i just… i didn’t think this would happen so soon. this happened incredibly fast and i have barely begun to process it. i’m just basically half dissociative every day at this point.

and august is our last month in the apartment, and then we’re moving home. i won’t live with max anymore. i won’t live with the girls anymore. no more late night hot tub, no more queen sized mattress, no one holding me every night. everything’s going to be over. everything that we built here, we’ll try to get a storage unit but what if we can’t, what if we have to get rid of everything? we don’t have a lot of space in our new living situations. it just doesn’t seem fair.

i wish the money from the tax return had been spent wiser. i wish max hadn’t been unemployed for so long. i wish i could work 60 hour weeks without getting burnt out. i wish i made $100 a minute for playing cookie run. wouldn’t that be nice?

and now… the lawsuit. where do i begin? it’s entirely unreal. i thought i felt insane, now i’m starting to think i actually am. this is some serious psychosis, lilia, you should be admitted asap. i want this to happen for him and his family, they deserve it more than anything, i don’t really know… what i’m supposed to say about it though? i don’t want to say anything. i just want to say, cool, you have money now, my shift starts in ten minutes though so i have to go, i’m already late. what does this change? does this change anything? why would it? it’s just money. but then i think about when i was working runrun and the saint, working til 3 in the morning, crying and panicking over being a hundred short for something or other. is that over now? forever? i don’t know how he’s planning on budgeting/using it, i don’t want to say a word of advice to him on it unless he asks me. he doesn’t need unsolicited advice from me. this has been happening his entire life, and i’ve known for like, two days? there’s nothing i can say or suggest that he hasn’t already thought of.

but it’s strange to think about how this has been here the whole time, in the background, beyond my knowledge. never mentioned. never explained. “well i bet you have it figured out by now” no actually! despite how badly i’ve been wanting to snoop or eavesdrop out of curiosity, i have fully respected your wishes to keep this private! all i thought it was was some sort of settling of affairs. how the fuck would i have ever been able to guess a fraction of this situation?

i guess it’s not the worst thing to be blindsided by. at least you don’t have like, a kid, idk. but i hate to say it… if you were hiding this for so long, what else is there? is there anything else you haven’t told me? you’ve never given me a single ghost of a reason not to whole heartedly trust you and believe you’re giving me the full story. until now! that’s what i feel weird about. that’s why i’m kind of upset. what else do i not know about you? i’m pretty sure you know everything about me.

i love you. that hasn’t changed. i’ll always love you. i just don’t know why you let yourself be unemployed for over a month. i don’t understand how you could keep something as crazy as this under the table for our entire relationship. today is actually a year and a half from our first date. a year and a half without a word, except for, “would you be mad if i pulled a crazy rich asians on you?” i guess i should’ve said, no, i would not be mad at all! if you had worked that month, we might not be moving out. or we might still be, i don’t know. i’ll never know, because that’s not what happened.

i’m tired. see, this is how my writing always goes. all deep and flowery and full of metaphorical rambling that doesn’t make sense and is way too self referential and meta. but then the moment i start talking about my relationships i get more direct. and, idk, sassy. and i start saying fuck.

hey. you say you wish i could’ve met your dad almost every time you talk about him. and i’ve never told you this, because i don’t want to sound crazy, but i probably am crazy, and knowing me i’ll show you this some day, or, knowing you, you’ll just find it, so basically, i don’t mind sounding crazy. you wish i could’ve met him, and i wish so as well, but in a way, i feel like i already have. i see him in you, in how you act, and how you talk about him, and the stories, and the rare pictures and videos. when you’re talking about him, i feel like he’s here, next to us. i think we would’ve been friends. i think he would’ve liked my tattoo. i think he would’ve liked my music. i think he would’ve liked my family. he’s your angel, and that sounds silly, and i don’t mean it super literally, nor do i mean it in a cheap psychic way. i think what we put into the world stays there, our love. you have his love. you carry that with you, and i think you also carry his pain, because no one else was there to pick it up for him after he was gone. i don’t know what else to say, just that i’ve always felt connected to him through you. your love for each other is so strong that i can see it today.

pain isn’t beautiful. neither is suffering. it’s a misconception, because what’s really beautiful is perseverance, and strength, and every little good thing in the world. the scar is beautiful, but that wound isn’t. just because the healing was because of the pain, that doesn’t mean the pain was what created the beauty. we shouldn’t need to hurt.

thanks to sunk cost fallacy, i’m going to get better, because i missed my chance to kill myself four years ago, and now i have no choice but to keep living, to keep loving, and to make new reasons to stay alive. the only way out is through, because you can only go forward, and i missed the suicide exit and now i’m stuck on the bridge of recovery.

at least i have a sunpass.

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perfectlyoongi · 2 months ago

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US, THE HAPPILESS

ᯓ⬦ records & archive. ⠀⠀ᯓ⬦ press [here] for previous document. ⠀⠀ᯓ⬦ press [here] for next document.

ᯓ⬦ case file: document #2 ⠀⠀ᯓ⬦ case file content: you had finally managed to get a meeting with the happin-us’ agents. you could finally see a little hope in your very dark life. that is, until you hear min yoongi’s words.

⟡⸼۰record content 彡 ⠀⠀ᯓ⬦ patients name: min yoongi, gn!reader. ⠀⠀ᯓ⬦ extension of document: 2.472k, 13:01min.

⠀⠀⠀⠀DOCUMENT #2 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀TIMELESS ACHIEVEMENTS

“What do you know about the client?”

Yoongi’s question settled on the hot coffees that landed awkwardly on the office table. Stacks of papers covered the entire surface of the table as Willis, so attentive and carefree, divided his work into two piles.

“They have suffered too much since they were little,” a shrug, a new file for the pile of reports awaiting review. “I don’t even know how they didn’t contact us sooner.”

“And even now,” Yoongi stretched a little as he leaned back in his chair and looked up at the clean ceiling of the building, “it’s not for them. It’s for their grandma.”

There was a wave of silence that was broken only by the turning of pages as the two agents waited for you.

You were late, as always.

You didn’t do it on purpose, after all, it’s always been complicated to travel in a world that’s on the verge of collapse. But when you live in a secluded area from all reality, it’s simply natural for you to always be late.

To tell the truth, when you received a smiley letter in your address, your entire world was put on hold – you never expected a response because, quite simply, you never received a response. Therefore, when you received not only a letter, but also a request for a meeting, everything was suspended for you.

Finally you would be heard.

For a lifetime, you wanted to be heard. By your parents, by the friends you wanted to make, by anyone and everyone who wanted to listen to you. But no one wanted to listen to you. No one paid attention to words in that world, much less when they were spoken by someone who had always been tainted by darkness – in that new world, negativity was contagious for all those who had the freedom to feel.

And you led a lonely life.

From an early age you were marked by negativity, a thick cloud of bad decisions and worse consequences covering your sky of existence. Without friends, with distant family members, everything for you had been an experience of loneliness and isolation from which you could not escape.

However, to many people’s surprise, you didn’t feel completely trapped in the confines of emotions. All you knew was loneliness and detachment – why would you feel bad about the conformity of your feelings? Having known all your life only the pleasure of your company and the negativity of the world, why should you seek help for yourself?

In your eyes, you were normal.

You didn’t need help.

Those who beautified your life are those worthy of the agents’ services. And your grandmother was the most important element on your list of people who needed help.

You took a deep breath as you entered the large company of Happin-us, your steps a little uncertain, your heart beating unevenly. You were already anxious, the hope to help those who always loved you was growing with each step as you walked to the director’s office.

You went up the stairs, saw agents running from one side to the other, everything was in chaos, almost as if it mirrored what was happening in your mind. Would they really help you? Help your grandmother? Everything pointed to yes; after all, why would they invite you to a meeting if they were going to deny your multiple requests? After all, you simply didn’t know how to give up.

The amount of requests you sent to the company could cover Willis’s desk alone. Each letter was a new appeal to your grandmother. It could be extreme, it could be really annoying, but you just wanted to do something memorable for someone who loved you.

“Come in.”

A slurred voice answered your knock on the door and, after taking another deep breath, you opened the door and entered Willis Cox’s office with the confidence of someone who would be heard.

“Good afternoon,” you said patiently as you walked to the chair Willis was indicating to you. “I apologize for the delay. There are fewer and fewer trains and…”

“There’s no problem.”

Willis put down his pen and looked at you curiously.

“My name is Willis Cox and this is one of my subordinates, Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi made a small gesture with his head to greet you and you let out a slight empty smile.

You sat in the chair and did your best to make yourself comfortable, now feeling the pressure falling on your shoulders.

“I called this meeting to speak to you about your request.”

You straightened your back and gasped for air as you saw the company director rummaging through sheets and files, looking for something in those papers.

“My subordinates told me that in the last month we received the same request three times. Not to mention that last year we received ten requests from you.” Willis cleared his throat and stared at you. “Can you explain to us succinctly what you really want from us?”

You nodded and spoke confidently, finally using the speech you had been rehearsing in front of the mirror for months.

“My grandmother is already old and is becoming senile. She was always a simple person, with basic pleasures and happiness that surrounded her two grandchildren. Me and my brother. When my brother got married, his husband became like a third grandson to my grandmother. But unfortunately, it has been five years since they were taken by the government. None of them came back.”

Yoongi was leaning back in the chair listening to you patiently while he saw his boss leafing through papers, surrounding words and expressions, checking your speech.

“Of course I hid it from my grandmother. I just told her that they had gone to live outside the capital and she believed me. But she has been very ill lately and is writing for my brother to come over with his husband so she can see them one last time. She is sending the letters to their old address… She has already forgotten what I told her. And she… she would be happy if she saw my brother and his husband one last time.”

“So what you’re asking us to do is find your brother?”

“No, sir.”

You took a deep breath and looked Willis in the eyes.

“I’m asking two of your agents to pretend to be my brother and brother-in-law for one night.”

Your true request caught both agents by surprise.

Yoongi looked at his boss, studying his reactions, trying to understand what answer he was going to give you. Willis, in turn, just stared at you as he repeated your request to himself, your proposal being the last thing he could have imagined.

All your various requests had all been vague – you made sure your grandmother’s happiness was the main focus in the dozens of papers you had filled out. Therefore it was with great surprise to Willis and his disciple that they heard your boldness, the answer to your request being a mere lie to your grandmother.

From reading so many of your papers, Willis believed that you wanted to get your brother back, knowing full well that it was impossible the moment you said he was taken by the government on your first request – after all, once taken by the government, no person would be free again, no matter their role in society.

It was easy to deny this request, explaining to the client the power of the government and how they could not play with it for fear of consequences.

But this was different.

Your request was different.

“I don’t think I understood your request…”

No.

He had heard wrong – that was the only explanation for Willis.

“I’m asking two of your agents to pretend to be my brother and brother-in-law for one night.”

Word for word.

There was the confirmation.

“I’m sorry, but we called you here to say that we can’t accept your request.”

You looked at Yoongi, catching his words with a nervous look, the denial of your request sounding like venom released from the young agent’s lips.

Everything fell at your feet.

With a simple statement from Yoongi, your entire world collapsed and you felt, for the first time, the weight of negativity falling on your shoulders.

If they had never wanted to accept your request, why did they give you hope by calling you to their headquarters? What cruel games were they playing by denying you all your hope and stripping you of any light that still shined within you?

One sentence was enough to create a dark void inside you, your entire lifetime of negativity crashing down on you again and again in the small seconds that followed that agent’s statement.

They couldn’t accept it.

They never intended to accept it.

Then…

“Why did you call me?”

Your voice came out shaky, the strength you used to keep from crying clinging to the syllables of the hurt words you spoke.

You looked at Yoongi, your eyes red with disappointment, shining with the hurt that existed inside you. And Yoongi looked at you without fear or remorse, his face without any expression, without being able to know what he was thinking, what he was feeling.

“We sent a response to your second request,” Willis drawled, enticing you to look at him. “The letter might have been lost among the transport strike.”

There was never a chance that you would emerge victorious.

They would always uproot your floor and push you into the abyss that has been waiting for you since you were little.

They would always be the causes of your revolt.

“But why?”

You let out a small sob and took a deep breath. You wouldn’t give them the pleasure of seeing you breaking down at that moment. If you lasted this long in the ocean of suffering, you could last a few more minutes without collapsing.

“I didn’t ask you to destroy the government or kidnap my brother! I asked for something so basic, so simple…”

“It’s not basic,” Yoongi spoke again and you looked at him, your eyes holding back all the tears that had been wanting to fall for years. And he hesitated for a moment. “What you are asking us to do is against our rule.”

“I didn’t ask you to be my boyfriend!”

Your words came out aggressive, drilling into Yoongi all your frustration about the whole situation. “I asked you to be my brother. It’s not a love relationship.”

Tension filled Willis’ office.

At that moment, you were all walking on eggshells, the silence that fell being interpreted differently by each of you. The seconds dragged by with the knowledge that this meeting was a failure, each movement of Willis’ watch lulling the tension into a static lake of pure confusion and frustration.

You wanted to cry.

You were angry.

You wanted to scream at the two agents in front of you for giving you false hope. You wanted to revolt, make speeches driven by the anger and frustration you were feeling, completely fed up, tired, of having been carried away by the company’s hopes and stories.

“It’s not a love relationship…”

Yoongi whispered your words and straightened up in the chair, gently turning his body and looking at his superior with a mysterious and slightly moony look.

“It’s not a love relationship. We always took this case as something against the government, something we could not accept. But the reality is different now.”

“There is a relationship.”

“Correct,” Yoongi gave a small smile that resembled the victorious smiles he had at the end of a successful mission. “But it’s not with the client.”

Willis furrowed his brow and let the rejection show on his face.

“If two agents accept this mission, neither of them will have to be the client’s partner. Just their brother. As a result, the relationship between the agents will be false and without any knowledge of the feeling. Which makes the mission easier. Which makes the mission something possible to accept.”

You gently opened your mouth, looking at Yoongi and Willis eager for an answer from the director, hoping that the agent’s little speech would be enough to fill in the gaps that existed in your request.

“No.”

Rejection, again.

“Yes.”

Hope, again.

“Think about it, Mr. Cox. Two agents who know nothing about love can manufacture a unique love that will have no collateral damage in its existence.”

“Even if this were possible, which agents could take such a risk?”

“Me and Hoseok.”

“Absolutely not!”

Willis’s denial sounded like thunder in his small office, making you shudder with the fear that you had failed once again.

“I will not put my two best agents at risk to fulfill a relationship request. You may be the best agent we have, and have more achievements than the entire building, but you won’t take that risk. I will not allow that.”

“But you will,” Yoongi’s smile expanded with his determination, his eyes shining at the idea of a new challenge. “Hoseok and I can manufacture any emotion, including love. It will be easy to pretend to be a couple, especially if the client is already old.”

“And without any sense of reality! They could literally argue in front of her and she would thought it was a normal part of the relationship!”

Yoongi quickly glanced at you, the gratitude of your collaboration shining brightly in his beautiful eyes.

He was one step closer to convincing his superior, Yoongi felt it.

“I promise that neither Hoseok nor I will take unnecessary risks. With all the work I’ve done, have I ever worried you? With so many of my achievements, have you ever seen me taking unnecessary risks? Besides, it’s just one visit. Three hours and one dinner and we’re back completely immune to relationships.”

A brief silence and a sigh filled Willis’ office showing that he was completely defeated by Yoongi’s logic, completely mesmerized by the conviction of his wise words.

In fact, Yoongi was Happin-us’s best agent, the one who accomplished the most achievements and cases. Anyone who looked at Yoongi’s repertoire could see several successful missions, various means and methods being carried out by the young agent, always culminating in the same result: success.

As such, it was impossible to ignore all of Yoongi’s achievements, so many complicated missions and easy clients praising the agent’s resume, showing Willis that he was, in fact, the ideal person for that mission.

With a new sigh after calculating all the chances of success and failure, Willis spoke softly, the words coming out almost in a whisper: “Three hours and one dinner. No more, no less.”

“Three hours and one dinner,” Yoongi replied now looking at you, the smile on his lips still powerful, still beautiful. “No more, no less.”

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City Boy

Syverson x Fem!Reader

vignette: Syverson learns to like New York City. But Y/N's got other plans.

words: 4,300+

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“This is absolutely ridiculous, Andy! We routed all of this creative to them months ago! And now they decide they want to completely redo it two and a half weeks before their album is released?”

Y/N was in a meeting at her New York office. Since their entire company had the option of being fully remote, she wasn’t required to be there. But she often went when she wanted to see some of her coworkers or just get out of her tiny apartment.

“I know, Y/N. I know,” her boss sighed. “I told them what this would cost them. And the label simply does not care.”

“God, this band is the fuckin’ worst,” Y/N grumbled.

She was lucky enough to work at a company and in an industry that was informal. Which meant brutal honesty and swearing were acceptable – and often encouraged.

“They think they’re the next One Direction. And we both know that is an absolute joke.”

Y/N disliked working for artists whose music she didn’t like. But them also being a difficult client on top of that was the worst combination.

“Money is not a question for this label. I’m sorry, Y/N. But we gotta do it.”

“Right. I know,” she answered bitterly.

“It’s Friday. Go home early. Take this weekend to relax. Because we both know the next couple of weeks are not going to be fun.”

It wasn’t her boss’s fault. But Y/N could still be mad about it.

The meeting was over and Y/N went back to the desk she was using for that day.

She checked her phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

There were some texts from group chats and a couple friends. But the name she wanted to see was nowhere to be found in her notifications.

What was Sy doing? She thought.

He’d sent her his usual good morning text. But other than that, he’d been silent.

As Y/N packed up her stuff to go home, she put her phone between her ear and shoulder, hoping Sy would pick up.

But it immediately went to voicemail, meaning his phone was off.

Sy disliked cellphones, and social media, and just generally hated their generation's belief that everyone needed to document every aspect of their lives while also being constantly in contact with one another.

But once he got into a long-distance relationship with a woman who was on the other side of the country, he knew he couldn’t be leaving his phone inside the house for half the day.

Now it was on him at all times. And he got better about texting. He didn’t have social media, but he did send Y/N photos throughout the day. He got more into FaceTiming Y/N when he had time, instead of calling her. Seeing her face made him happy, so that one wasn’t a hard habit to get into.

When he sent her photos throughout the day, they were almost never of himself. He’d send Y/N a photo of Dolly and tell her he thought the horse was sad because he missed her.

Or Sy would send a video of Aika and ask, “You miss your mama?” The German Shepherd would look around the house frantically as if Y/N was going to walk out at any second. And then when Y/N was nowhere to be found, Aika would whine and bark at Sy.

Sometimes he would send Y/N a photo of the dinner he made. Or the cup of black coffee he was drinking on the porch by himself, early in the morning, before he started his day.

In return, Y/N would send her pictures of her takeout. Or the fancy cocktail she was drinking at a bar.

She sent photos of herself, but mostly because Sy seemed to really like it. Nothing saucy. Sometimes just a picture of her outfit or her drinking her morning coffee with a funny expression that made her look like a zombie.

However, Y/N would tease him that he should return the favor. Y/N would even go as far as to enlist Layla to sneakily take videos and photos of Sy for her, if he happened to be hanging out with the couple. And Layla was up for anything that could possibly annoy the man. She didn’t even try not to get caught.

But now this was fourth or fifth call that Sy hadn’t picked up.

And Y/N was starting to get worried.

Sy was usually good about letting her know what was going on in his life. She’d like to think that if something bad had happened, he would at least send her a quick text or something.

As Y/N took the subway home, she zoned out, getting more and more distraught from her bad day. Her concern for Sy only made the bad day even worse.

Y/N climbed the four flights up to her apartment, and a delicious smell had leaked into the hallways. She started thinking about what kind of takeout she would treat herself too. Hopefully, she still had some wine left or she honestly might have a breakdown.

When Y/N unlocked her door and swung it open, she never expected to walk into her apartment to find her giant, burly man of a boyfriend in her sad excuse for a kitchen, cooking up a storm.

Sy turned around with a shy smirk.

Y/N was frozen in place.

The only thing moving was her quivering lips and her eyes that were filling with tears.

“Oh, hell,” Sy slightly growled and put down his cooking utensil to rush over to his girlfriend.

As soon as he had her in his arms, the flood gates open and Y/N was openly sobbing into Sy’s chest.

“I-I-I had such a bad d-day,” she cried. “A-And all I wanted to do was talk to you. A-A-And you weren’t picking up. And t-t-then I started t-t-thinking something happened t-to y-you.”

Sy rubbed her back and let her cry it out. “I’m sorry for worryin’ you, darlin’. I was flyin' here. Wanted to surprise ya.”

Y/N just nodded in understanding.

After a few moments, Sy muttered, “Was it good surprise at least?”

She pulled away and gave him a watery smile. “Yes. The best.”

“I thought I'd cook ya somethin’ since you mostly eat takeout when yer here,” he gestured to her kitchen behind him.

The smell she'd caught in the hallway wasn't coming from her neighbors, it had been Syverson.

Y/N just hugged him again, her thank you was muffled by his broad chest.

Sy rubbed her back and said, “Why don’t you change into somethin’ comfortable and you can tell me about yer shit day?”

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“How long were you planning this for?”

The two of them were sitting on Y/N’s small couch now, she had a glass of wine in her hand and Sy had a bottle of beer.

Sy rubbed his beard as he answered, “‘Bout a month or so.”

Y/N just smiled at him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said gruffly, before taking a swig of beer.

She giggled, “Because you like to hide how sweet you are?”

Sy just shook his head and tried to pretend he wasn’t listening.

“How long you here for?” Y/N hated acknowledging his departure already, but she just needed to know how much time they had together.

He gave her a sympathetic look as he said, “Just the weekend.”

“Probably for the best,” Y/N sighed. “Next week is going to be insane. I wouldn’t be much fun to hang around anyway.”

“Now that simply ain’t true,” Sy corrected.

He reached over and carefully took the wine glass out of her hand and placed it on the coffee table, before he pulled her onto his lap like he always did.

“Thing I hate most ‘bout this long distance shit is not havin’ you ‘round,” he told her gently. “Even if yer just workin’ near me, that’s all I need. And if yer gon’ have a shit time next week, I would rather be here than have you doin’ it all on yer own.”

Y/N had no choice but to kiss him after he said stuff like that.

Once she pulled away, she asked him, “So, what do you want to do this weekend?”

It was a dangerous question. Sy wasn’t one to hide his distaste for the city life, especially New York. But once they started dating, he knew he had to start trying to be more open-minded when he visited her. He was so thankful that they were finally together, that she was willing to do this long distance. And the least he could do is try to understand why Y/N lived here and try to make the most of it.

So, Sy just answered with, “Whatever you want, darlin’.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Now, both of us know that us complete bullshit.”

He chuckled at her sass.

Suddenly, Y/N’s eyes brightened. “I have an idea!”

He pulled her closer to him on his lap. “Oh, yeah?”

She nodded, “There’s a metal bar in Brooklyn I think you might tolerate.”

“Tolerate?” He repeated with a brow raised.

She nodded innocently.

“Fine,” he answered. “But right now, I ain’t interested in sharing my girlfriend with the public.”

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Sy was surprised by the bar Y/N dragged him to after a long-ass subway ride. He tried to imagine her coming here without him, and it amused him.

The demographic was mostly men. And it was definitely a genuine metal bar – not one that was just copying the aesthetic of metal for shallow people, like so many things in NYC did.

The music was loud, but not too loud that two people couldn’t sit closely and have a conversation. But it was loud enough to prevent other people from eavesdropping.

“Two shots of tequila – with lime please. And one of your margarita specials and a Heineken,” Y/N rattled of their order without consulting Sy.

The bartender seemed to appreciate her efficiency, and nodded.

“You’re trouble,” Sy muttered into his girlfriend’s ear.

She giggled. “No, I’m fun!”

When the bartender returned with their shots and drinks, Sy quickly handed him his card before Y/N could, earning him a pout from her.

“Keep her open,” he told the bartender politely.

Y/N handed Sy the shot and clinked his before throwing hers back.

He didn’t even so much as wince as it went down his throat, unlike Y/N.

“Fuck that was not smooth,” Y/N moaned.

Sy chuckled. “You did it to yourself.”

She stuck out her tongue and grabbed her margarita, leading them to a two-seater booth in a dark corner.

Sy followed, beer in hand.

“I like this spot because it’s right next to the jukebox,” Y/n told him as she slid across the damaged leather.

He looked over to see that the bar did in fact have a vintage jukebox, with only metal songs as an option to play.

Now that they were settled, Y/N started asking Sy a million questions: how the farm was, how his friends were doing, if Aiden was still disgustingly in love with Layla.

Last night they hadn’t….talked very much.

Even though spoke every day. They hadn’t been able to the few days before Sy arrived. Which Y/N now realized was probably because he had been super busy planning his surprise trip.

Y/N seemed to be getting more and more lost in her head as the night went on. And it didn’t go unnoticed by Sy.

“You alright?” Syverson asked her as he leaned across the small booth to tilt her chin up so she was forced to look at him as he questioned her.

Y/N nodded quickly. “I’ve been thinking…”

Sy’s body tensed, instantly preparing for something bad. It was just his training and his instincts. He couldn’t help it.

“Thinkin’ ‘bout what?” He managed to push.

Y/N stared into his eyes for a moment, before finally saying, “I think I should move to Texas.”

Now that was not what Sy had been expecting.

But once he processed it, her confession made more sense to him.

Y/N had been complaining more and more about New York the past few months.

A lot of her friends were getting married and moving to the suburbs or back to the towns they grew up in. Y/N was getting fed up with paying rent for an apartment that she didn’t own. She started to feel completely over the laundry and grocery shopping hustle that was so exhausting in New York. Her income didn’t reflect the cost of living – and it became even more blatantly obvious after living in Texas for a year.

But most importantly, the city had started to lose its glow once she fell in love with a man that didn’t belong there.

And every time Y/N left after an extended stay in Texas, Sy felt like it was getting harder and harder for her.

Y/N loved New York City. But she was starting to think her love affair with it was making her less and less happy. And there was always that guilt, like leaving NYC meant you were quitting. And Y/N was no quitter.

But what was she even trying to prove by staying? Especially if it no longer brought her the same excitement, adventure, and fun that it had when she first moved there.

Sy wasn’t to blame. She had already been feeling the beginning of it when Layla started trying to convince her to move to Texas for a year. After all, Y/N wouldn’t have agreed to such a ridiculous plan if she hadn’t already started feeling a disconnect with New York.

Y/N hated Texas as a whole. But she loved Syverson, and his home, and all the new friends that she had made there. She’d found a pocket that made her forget everything she didn’t like about the south or the state. Y/N had managed to create a bubble that brought her joy and comfort.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” She finally asked Syverson after he remained absolutely stoic and offered no response.

“Yeah. I’m thinkin’.”

His brow was furrowed.

He wasn’t exactly frowning, but he did have a concentrated look on his face.

That was a big difference between them. Y/N’s racing thoughts often exploded out of her. But Sy had control over his own, making sure to go through them multiple times before sharing them outside himself.

A harmful and intrusive idea suddenly popped into Y/N’s mind, one that she couldn’t stop: “Do…D-Do you not want me to?”

Sy’s gaze shot to hers.

“Don’t you start with that,” he warned.

But it didn’t sound like he was talking to Y/n. Instead, it was like he was reprimanding her brain that refused to let her live in peace.

Sy leaned forward. The booth was small, so it brought their faces mere inches apart.

“Let me make myself clear, Y/N.” He used his military tone, causing Y/N to swallow and then go still. “I want nothing more than to see you every day, to wake up in the same bed every mornin’. But I ain’t ever gonna pressure you to move.”

Y/N waited a few seconds to make sure he was done before speaking.

“But you aren’t…and you haven’t,” she clarified. “This is my decision. And I’ve been thinking about it more and more. So, I just…I don’t know…wanted to discuss it with you. Isn’t that what couples do? Talk about hard shit together?”

He gave her a small smirk.

It was moments like these which reminded Syverson that Y/N hadn’t been treated right in the past, that being in a relationship was still a learning experience for her.

The two of them had been dating for over a year now. And, thankfully, those moments were happening less and less with her.

But when they did, it still hit a nerve with Sy, bringing out his natural protectiveness over Y/N. That’s why he chose his words so carefully and why he took his time answering her.

“They sure do,” Sy confirmed. “And I wanna talk about it with you. But I just wanna make sure you ain’t just tellin’ me what you think I wanna hear.” He took in a deep breath. “And I been able to get my head outta my ass long enough to see there are things in this city that I can’t ever offer you.”

It was true. During their long-distance relationship, Sy had been more open about getting to know Y/N’s city. And slowly but surely, he started to understand why she put up with all the bullshit that he never could.

New York would never quite grab him like it had with his girlfriend, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate it in other ways.

Y/N quickly shook her head. “My lease isn’t up for 6 months. I just figured…if I know when I’m leaving, I can make the most of the rest of my time here.”

Sy sighed, but nodded. He was still struggling with making sure she knew this had to be her decision and he didn’t want to put any pressure on her – even if it was subconscious.

“It’ll be hard trying to find a place in Texas while living here, but I’m sure Layla will help…”

That made Sy sit up straight. “What?”

In most situations, he found one word questions like that pretty useless and obnoxious.

But he wasn’t following now, and it just slipped out.

Y/N frowned. “Finding a place in Texas. It’ll be hard to do long distance.”

He tilted his head. “Yer shittin’ me, right?”

She took a long sip of her margarita and simply shook her head no.

“Y/N, if ya pick up yer entire life and move to Texas for me, ya really think I’m gon’ let you move into an apartment?”

She withdrew a little, sitting back. “I didn’t want to assume anything! It’s your house, Ethan. Not mine.”

Sy sighed again. Hell, how could he get this into her head?

“Y/N, when it comes to us, you can always assume I want you with me.” He shook his head. “One thing’s for damn sure: since that house got renovated, it became just as much yours as it is mine.”

Her eyes glazed over with tears as she smiled at him.

Sy knew his point had come across, but he still added, “Hear me, darlin’?”

Y/N quickly nodded, still smiling as she brushed the single tear that had escaped and made it halfway down her cheek.

Sy couldn’t help himself any longer and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her lips.

He wasn’t one for PDA, but there was something about New York that made him feel invisible. No one cared what they were doing. In this city, you were constantly surrounded by people and it made automatically you less interesting.

In Texas, someone was always watching. And everyone knew someone who knew you, which meant they thought they knew you, too. It wasn’t six degrees of separation, it was most likely one.

And so, it was only a matter of time before poor Sy got a phone call from his mom or aunt teasing him with, “Heard you were kissin’ up a damn scene with that girl of yours.”

“You really sure ‘bout this?” Sy asked when they pulled away.

His hand still held her cheek, keeping her close.

Y/N put her hand on top of his. “You’re not forcing me to do anything, Ethan. You understand that, right? You never did. And I’ve appreciated that. But now you know that this is completely my decision.”

Sy sighed and finally sat back.

Now he was going over logistics. He’d fly over, rent a moving truck. She barely had any furniture in her tiny apartment. If she really wanted to keep her bed, they could put it into one of the guest bedrooms. Half the attic and basement was empty, so if she needed to store things, there was more than enough space. Hell, he could fit her apartment into the house six times over.

But as his thoughts were racing with plans, what he actually said to Y/N was, “Well, you got six months to change yer mind. And if you do, I ain’t gon' blame you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and poked his bicep. “Can you just be happy and excited, and say you can’t wait for me to be your roommate?”

Sy smirked and quickly leaned forward to kiss her again. It was more passionate this time and longer.

And despite them being in New York, they’d caught the attention of nearby bargoers with it.

“I’m happy and excited, and can’t wait for you to be your roommate,” Sy mocked with a cocky smirk.

Y/N giggled, but the smile quickly faded. “You know…there’s things you offer, too. Things that New York can’t give me.”

“Oh, yeah?” He sounded unconvinced. “What’s that?”

“A home,” Y/N told him, her voice confident and sincere. “Literally and figuratively.” She smiled. “A forever home,” she clarified for good measure.

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During the next six months, Syverson expected to get a call from Y/N in tears, telling him that she changed her mind and she couldn’t possibly leave New York for Texas.

But the moment never came.

He wouldn’t have blamed her if she had. He would’ve just insisted that they kept doing the long distance, no matter how painful it could get.

Now he stood on the street below Y/N’s apartment.

Between the two of them, it only took an hour to pack all of Y/N’s things. And it all fit in a 15’ truck.

Y/N was upstairs, making sure nothing was forgotten and doing some last minute cleaning. Sy was patiently leaning against the truck, guarding her belongings.

But his attention was caught when he heard the sound of a car engine failing to start.

Across the street, a woman was swearing at her car’s engine.

Syverson didn’t even think about it before he walked over to her.

He made sure keep his distance as he called out, “Havin’ some trouble?” He had to stop himself from saying "ma'am."

The woman didn’t jump, but eyed him suspiciously.

But Sy didn’t take it personally. “I’m just waiting for my girlfriend. Mind if I take a look?”

For some reason, he figured if he told her he had a girlfriend in the vicinity, she would trust him a bit more.

“Ummm. Sure,” the woman eventually answered and stepped away, but kept a watchful eye on him.

She muttered off what had happened before he came along. Sy nodded in understanding and quickly assessed the situation.

It only took him about 20 minutes to figure out the problem and fix it.

Y/N’s timing was perfect, bouncing down her stoop just as Sy closed the hood of the woman’s car. It only took her a few seconds to figure out the situation she had just walked into.

She smiled and practically skipped across the street to join her boyfriend.

“Can I pay you for all your help?” The woman asked him. The suspicious tension from before had completely disappeared.

Sy shook his head instantly. “Just doin’ the right thing.”

The woman seemed very taken aback from his kindness. “You from around here?”

The answer was obvious. The first thing strangers always picked up about Sy was his thick, southern accent. She was just being polite about it.

He shook his head again. “Texas.”

The woman seemed to have an ‘aha’ moment and nodded slowly. “Makes sense. No city boy would be such a good samaritan.”

Then she shifted her attention to Y/N and the two of them seemed to be having a silent conversation that no man would be able to follow and understand.

“He’s a good one. Make sure you keep him around,” she told Y/N with a knowing smile.

Y/N beamed. “Oh, I’m well aware. Don’t you worry.”

Sy asked, “Need help with anything else?”

“No, no, no. I’ve wasted your time long enough. Thank you again.” And then she got into her car a drove off without any problems.

“You just saved that woman a lot of money,” Y/N told him.

Sy just shrugged. He wasn’t looking for praise. Like he’d said to the woman: it was just the right thing to do.

Y/N sighed and asked, “Ready to go?”

“Are you?” He challenged.

They both knew that was the real question.

Y/N turned and looked up at the apartment building.

Sy felt a pang of guilt in his gut. Despite her reassuring him that this was all her decision, he couldn’t help but feel like he was ripping her away from so many things.

She had made it clear that he was giving her something that New York never did. But would it be enough to keep her happy? Would it stop her from eventually resenting him?

He didn’t have the answers. All he had was hope that this wouldn’t tear their relationship apart. And right now, that was good enough.

Y/N took in a shaky breath. “I guess so.”

Sy hooked his arm over her shoulder and pulled her to his side as they walked to the moving truck.

“Ready for this drive?” Y/N laughed.

It was 27-hour trip in theory and over 1,700 miles. But they decided to make it a road trip, stopping in various states and sleeping at hotels.

After all, now the two of them had all the time in the world.

Sy stopped walking so he could look into her eyes. “I’ve been ready for awhile.”

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a/n: this is what i imagined her apartment looking like.

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