The story of someone society forgot...
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She/ They pronouns used for MC
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Mature Themes
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Incomplete
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Includes some Hange x Reader but we all know that person is too complicated for a relationship.
"See," the commander says while pulling away from the girl, a smug smile littering his face. "that wasn't so hard, was it?"
The girl shakes her head, and the commander signals for the two soldiers that were standing at the door that everything was okay and that they were dismissed.
He looks back over to the girl and stands up. He places a hand on her shoulder and says
"We're going to send you to a town nearby where I'm sure someone can take care of you."
His words were reassuring, but deep down, the girl knew she'd be just fine on her own. Something or someone had told her so. Maybe it was all in her head, and she was just out of it. She was found in a pretty puzzling position, after all.
He pats her on the shoulder and leaves the room for her to gather the few things the survey corpsmen had given her.
One of the women handed her a brooch and some money. Not a lot, but just enough for a little girl to survive for a week or so.
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Y/N got out of the uncomfortable bed and straightened herself out. She put the money in her pocket and the brooch on her shirt.
Once ready, she walked out of the room and was escorted to the carriage that would take her to her new 'home.'
A year later, she's thirteen. The young girl can be seen in the underground stealing, fighting, and overall doing whatever it takes to survive. She tends to do things her way, but she does have an ally. Someone, she can go to whenever and for whatever.
His name was Furlan Church. He was a lowly thug in the underground along with Y/N. They would team up on occasion and steal food together. He was Y/N's first and only friend until he wasn't.
One day Furlan just stopped checking up on Y/N. He began to ghost her and stopped meeting up with her for their daily shenanigans.
She knew it was too good to be true. Who would want to be friends with someone like her? Someone who didn't follow the rules didn't care for anyone but herself and lacked social skills.
One day, a few years after her only friend abandoned her, she was minding her business, eating a piece of bread she'd stolen, when Furlan appeared again.
"I knew you'd be here," Furlan said with a slight smirk.
"Kick rocks, Furlan. I don't want to deal with the likes of you," she hissed with her back turned to him.
"Why the cold shoulder, Y/N."
"Don't call me that."
"Why not," he inquired. "That's your name, isn't it?"
"Only my friends know my name. As far as I'm concerned, you are not my friend. So remove that name from your vocabulary," she barked as she turned around to face him. He was standing before her with two other people. One was a girl with green eyes and red hair. She wore an orange shirt and a smile that could light up the entire Underground.
To her left was a guy. He had black hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore a white button-up with a brown vest over it. He looked off to the side, avoiding her gaze.
After analyzing his partners, Y/N turns back to Furlan.
"I know it seems like I left you and I'm sorry. I met these guys, and we've been kind of busy doing," he pauses. Trying to find a way to phrase what he was about to say.
"I don't care what you were doing. Just tell me why you came back," Y/N snapped, growing impatient.
"Oh, right! I want you to join us. We've received a job request, and we could use your strength."
She thinks for a moment, considering his words.
"No."
She turns back around and goes back to her previous sitting position, propped up against a wall.
"Why not Y/N?"
"You don't need me. You'll be fine with muscles and happy feet over there. I'll only hold you down."
"That's not true, Y/N, and you know it!" Furlan exclaimed, getting up in her face. "You always operate alone. You can hold your own in the toughest situations. You're smarter and stronger than anyone I've ever known. So please, reconsider!"
She pushes away from Furlan and turns to his crew.
"Who's the leader here? I know Furlan's dumbass could never lead a group."
She hears a gasp behind her but ignores it.
The short ravenette speaks up.
"I'm in charge."
"Ok, shorty," she retorts, coming face to face with the group's unapproachable leader. "I'm in under one condition."
He nods, choosing to ignore her rude nickname.
"There are no strings attached. I'm still a lone wolf, and I can leave at any time."
"Sounds fine."
The guy glances behind Y/N. There he sees Furlan gesturing for him to shake her hand as a welcome.
He scoffs and puts his hand out, once more avoiding eye contact as he stares off to the side.
She pushes his hand down with a soft smile on her face.
"I don't like physical contact, and Furlan's stupid ass should know that. I'm gonna have to kill him later."
She hears a gasp behind her again, and she turns toward him.
"Thanks, Furlan," she stated, looking down at the ground beneath her feet.
"For what?" He questioned.
She looks up at him, staring into his blue eyes. "For coming back for me."
He walks over to her and pulls her into a tight hug. She tenses and tries to squirm out, but he was bigger than her, and she didn't feel like fighting it.
