#west tokyo polycule

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*deep breath*

Rage and/or Paresse being deathly nervous at doctors offices to the point they like. Can't talk.

Mizho and/or Fusataro going with them and trying to help keep them calm, but answering questions for them when they can't talk any more.

Holding their hand when they have to have blood drawn or any injections.

Comforting them afterwards and distracting them with something fun.

[amywritesthings]

I think I would legit read anything you write. Levi, Armin, Erwin, Eren, you name it. Do you have any other books in the works after Press 4 is done?

Thank you, wow!! This makes me so happy. Admittedly I never thought I'd be writing any AOT fics outside of silver underground, so the fact that people seem to dig my modern AUs really opens up a window of ideas!

I guess I can list out the names of people I have potential ideas for? These are wips or in my phone notes for 'upcoming stories'.

ARMIN

I'm working on outlining a summer vacation romcom (4-5 parts?) where Armin is at the Jaeger shore house and he has a summer romance with a girl he meets for the week. Very reverse Grease, where Armin's the Sandy and the reader is much less reserved.

A modern college au revolving Titan Fraternity. It’s a super complicated ‘Armin really likes reader but Eren also likes her but only because he really wants to get into Titan frat but she secretly likes Armin who doesn't want to step on anyone's toes’ – messy fun. I actually teased it here in a drabble called 'did i cross a line' !!

Sweet Nothing - a long AOT-based fic following Armin in the cadets with reader and watching them grow up through the war. Slow burn, very sweet and angsty.

A polycule fic... possibly Armin/Eren/Reader? Maybe Armin/Mikasa/Reader? Maybe Armin/Jean/Reader?

ANNIE

I can't believe I've never written wlw on this blog, but now that I know my audience loves my Annie, I'd love to give her her own little shining fic! I'd love to do a 'coming back to your hometown of Marley' fic where you ~yearned for your best childhood friend but you weren't brave enough to act on it until you were an adult.

LEVI

A short romcom inspired by the Wedding Destination movie where Reader & Levi both show up for Hange’s wedding stag as two miserable little shits who hate weddings - and each other, but misery loves company (dun dun dunnnn) -- this could also work for an Erwin fic, too, but I'm not really an Erwin girlie

A modern retelling / twist for silver underground (you guys all know about this one tho, that's still tbd)

EREN

A short series similar to 10 Things I Hate About You or like a romantic 90s comedy where the reader and Eren are fake dating to get Grisha off of Eren’s back (and subsequently reader’s back) and you know how the trope goes.

NON-AOT ANIME IDEAS

jujutsu kaisen: tokyo homecoming is still a longfic i'd like to do for satoru gojo. (teen friends turned colleagues, enemies to lovers)

jujutsu kaisen: i plan to continue operation battlepass where choso kamo falls in love with someone's voice (ha!) over xbox playing games with yuuji and his online buddies, so yuuji takes it upon himself to find her with megumi and nobara in tow. you can read part one here!

wind breaker: an 'uptown girl' inspired fic where umemiya has a secret girlfriend none of the boys know about because she's from a well to-do family and he's definitely not, very sweet west side story esque story with furin boy shenanigans.

my hero academia: a fake dating as pro heroes for publicity fic, tbd on who it would be for (probably bakugo? since i think he'd need the most PR help for good will points. but also toshinori bc that is my honey booboo babe)

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Just woke up with the really strange urge to write Mizho/Fussa.

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Fusataro and Mizho accidentally realizing they fight really well together with Rage and Paresse.

Fusataro realizing that Paresse is slower but hits harder, so she starts having Rage throw their victi-- I mean opponent towards Paresse and Mizho, essentially boxing their opponent into the Paresse's reach and distracting them whenever Paresse and Mizho need to wind up into a move, but also able to get out of the way and not get hit themselves.

Mizho begrudgingly admitting it's a good strat but Fusataro needs to learn how to fight better. And thus Fusataro and Rage get roped into basic martial arts with Paresse and Mizho.

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"You're 27 and she's 45, don't you find that... a little strange?"

"Excuse the FUCK out of you??" Mizho snarled as Fussa covered her face with a sigh, rubbing at her forehead. She knew this was coming the moment their love life became a topic.

Paresse's eyes hardened from across the radio booth. His lips twisted into a scowl... for all of half a second. Then a particularly mischevious thought rolled across his head and he was powerless to stop his mouth from moving. He held a hand up to stop Mizho from launching into a rant.

"You act like her age means she has power over me, and I assure you, that isn't the case." He laughs. The radio host and Fusataro both go red. The host laughs along, but is obviously nervous under Paresse's intense stare.

After the pause, though, Paresse continues, much more serious, "Fusataro has been nothing but careful about everything." He leans back, "She knows the situation she's in. But all four of us are in agreement of everything that happens when it happens. Yes, it's an 18 year gap, but she knows better than anyone the consequences of that." Fusataro flinches a little, but knows it's an important nail to hammer in.

Paresse tilts his head at the host, "I think I remember you, specifically, covering that happening yourself."

"Ah... yeah, I'm sorry. It's just a hot topic, y'know?"

Paresse just huffs his displeasure.

Rage, who's been sitting in silence this whole time, chuckles, "It's been a 'hot' topic since Paresse proposed to her three years ago. Trust me, if there was an issue, Mizho would have blown the horn on that a long, long time ago."

"So... all four of you?" The host looked at Rage, "Even you and--"

"Fusataro legally disowned me as her child when I was old enough. She only ever adopted me to keep me out of the orphanages, not because she actually saw me as her son. I kept her last name only because I don't have one of my own, and I fully intend to change it when I get married myself." He huffed, ignoring Mizho's grin, "Now, are you done accusing her of the same shit older men do with women across Japan without the same care? No one's pressing charges. We're happy. That's the end of that."

The man held his hands up, "Sorry, sorry, ahaha."

"Well, if we're done talking about me like I'm not right here..."

Laughter.

The band didn't agree to go back on that radio station ever again.

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Cw: self harm, eating disorder, body dysmorphia, The Last Unicorn references

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His hand is trembling. It's a natural human reaction to not eating. It's normal. Natural. It's what's supposed to happen.

He stares at it.

He feels sick. Not that he has anything to throw up.

He'll die if he keeps this up.

That's what this body is telling him.

This body.

This body isn't his.

He turns his hand over, stares at the veins under the surface with their blue branches. Twisting up his arm like some diseased tree. He runs his hand over the surface of the skin.

There should be mechanics underneath it.

He digs his nails in and starts scratching at himself.

It hurts.

...

Fussa smells blood as she moves through the midnight apartment. Panic hits her chest like a rock and she hates that she knows exactly where to go.

Copper chokes her as she throws open the door to Paresse’s room.

Red stains down white sheets.

Paresse looks at her. She knows he can't see her. He's in too much pain.

Her hands are sticky as she pulls his right hand away from his left arm. She grabs the ruined sheet and presses a clean part of it into the wound.

She tries to count, holding pressure on it.

"Why..."

His voice is cracking. Shaking. Hurting.

"Why did he do this to me...? Why this form?"

She looks up at him, sees the way his makeup is smeared by tears, by his own rubbing at his eyes... and she shakes her head. She doesn't know.

"I'm dying... I can feel myself dying." His breathing is coming faster. "I'm afraid. I've never been so afraid." He's having a panic attack. "My body is all wrong. Where is my mask?" She tries to gently rub at his leg, but he flinches away, "Where are my arms?? My hair?? Its all wrong...!"

He's yelling. She can hear someone open a door somewhere. He's woken one of the other two, if not both. She looks over her shoulder and sees Mizho, half dressed, in the doorway.

"Why is everything so wet??"

"Get the first aid kit. Now."

Mizho just nods and goes off to get it. She can barely make out Rage in the darkness past the door.

"Where are my wires??"

Paresse tries to pull his arm away. She holds it in place, looking back at him.

"My claws??"

"Paresse, stop pulling. You're going to die faster if we don't clean this and stop the bleeding."

He flinches at her snap and falls quiet. She apologizes and keeps holding his arm.

Mizho is back with the first aid kit, kneeling next to them and opening it. She knows what they need.

Carefully, Fusataro peels away the sheet and wipes at the edges of the wound. It's not as bad as she thought, but it did bleed a lot. It's only oozing now. She hears Paresse retch as he looks away. She keeps her eyes on the wound.

Before long it's cleaned and wrapped. Blood is already seeping through, but there's no need to rush him to a hospital that would only panic him more.

She sits on the bed next to him. Mizho stays on the ground, leaning against one of his legs.

Rage is haunting the doorway.

Cautiously, Fussa takes the hand attached to the bandaged arm into her own. It twitches... but slowly curls its fingers around her. Well, that's a good sign.

She looks up at Rage and motions him in. He's pale as a ghost and looks like death itself has crawled into his skin... but slowly, he walks over. He's probably the only one here who fully understands what Paresse is going through. She can't imagine what's going through his head. He sits on the opposite side of him from her, leaning against him.

Silence falls. There's nothing to say. No comfort they can give other than their presence. Tears fall... and there's nothing they can do but wipe them away. This isn't something human that anyone can understand, much less comfort or even help solve.

Slowly, tension leaves him until he's slumped over. His voice cracks as he speaks, overextended from his yelling.

"I'm tired..."

"Do you want to sleep?" Mizho stands. He nods, but reaches for her. He doesn't want them to leave. Least of all her. She takes the hand and moves with them as they all lay together, curling up on his chest.

It takes Rage the longest to fall asleep, head against Paresse's arm. Contemplating his own body, his own past. Hearing his own heartbeat in his ears. Hearing the faint sounds of the others breathing. Of his own breathing.

He eventually falls asleep, too.