Fixers Stories

❝𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓...❞ ★━━━━━━✞━━━━━━★ ➪ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʳᵉᵇᵒʳⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵍᵘⁿ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ, ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵉˢʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʰᵃⁿᵈ, ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵗᵃˡˡⁱᶜ ʷᵉᵃᵖᵒⁿˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳˢ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃʳᵐ. ᵂʰᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᶠʳᵉᵉˡᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱˡˡᵉʳ⁻ᶠᵒʳ⁻ʰⁱʳᵉ, ᵒʳ ᵃˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳᵖᵒʳᵃᵗᵉ ᶜʸᵇᵉʳˢᵒˡᵈⁱᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉⁿᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᵈᵉᵃˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃⁿʸ'ˢ "ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᵖᵉʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ." ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡⁱᵗᵉ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵃᶜʰⁱⁿᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʸᴮᴱᴿᴾᵁᴺᴷ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ. ★━━━━━━✞━━━━━━★ ↳[ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴇᴅɢᴇʀᴜɴɴᴇʀꜱ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ 2077 x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴋɪᴡɪ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.]

James Frederick was born in a city that never sleeps, where fairytales exist. David always had hopes and dreams...types of dreams that, he wished he succeeded. But now he doesn't.... But he quickly learns that the flashy city hides secrets darker than any nightclub. Between becoming a theif to learn things bad people do to becoming a vigilante. So on and, so on. James must navigate a world where the line between friend and foe is as blurred as the city lights at midnight. Even if it's to protect, to save...or to punish.

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In a seemingly normal world, a trans guy is left to try to be "fixed" and turned back to a girl

The story of an ant living his life in a gigantic kingdom. Everyone has their special story, no matter how insignificant or average they are.

I came back from the mission. Can't say it was difficult, because it wasn't. Some Nest guy got robbed and lost a giant metallic suitcase. That made things easy: just walk around the Backstreets and check who's dumb enough to be hauling around a shiny box like that. Turns out, it was some no-name Syndicate. I rarely kill. Only when someone's too far gone upstairs. These guys? Just street rats. Took the suitcase right out of their hands. No blood. Just like an average Fixer would do. Another mission down. One more notch to raise Gray Hand Solutions' rep. I can already smell the Ahn coming in.