#halazia inspired

so i had to create a map because even i was getting confused

i spelled vermilion wrong lets all be cool about it

halazia

halazia happened 108 yrs ago

removing/pulling down the two most influential orbs cause 2 massive, for lack of better word, fallout zones near seoul and busan

society hard reset

haze is a result of the impact zones, prolonged exposure at the very edges causes lightheadedness, vertigo, nausea. extended or concentrated exposure can result in internal bleeding and misc other severe, life threatening ailments

factions

how i picked the representative animals

east province/black tortoise (lead by seok, later ???) is the smallest faction, lacking technology, relies mostly on fishing and what agriculture they can manage. mountains offer good protection but limits potential expansion - jongho origins

west metro/cerulean phoenix (lead by yunseo, later yeosang) is the largest source of old world relics, lacking in agriculture, has many engineering experts, home of Hala (halazia black pirates) where they're revered as legends that just managed to save humanity - yeosang, wooyoung, seonghwa origins

west province/vermilion dragon (lead by jiwon, later ???) was formed first, taking advantage of the rich agriculture to build themselves up, current strongest faction

east metro/white tiger (lead by jiho, later ???) is the newest faction, major trade capital with a history of aggression, trying to catch up to west metro's tech - mingi, yunho, san origins

because each territory has it's own unique benefits and each lead by an alpha there's a power struggle among some to expand - namely east and west metro. east province doesn't have the resources and west province doesn't quite see the others as a threat (this changes slightly when yeosang seizes control.)

across the territories it is absolutely unheard of for betas or omegas to hold any position of power. omegas are mostly regarded as breeding stock or a trophy while betas are considered spare bodies and often hold jobs like runners.

runners travel the deadlands (the empty space between territories) to gain intel, trade, intercept other runners and supply runs, etc. they're essentially a jack of all trades that each territory sends before mobilizing anything more lethal. it is not considered an act of aggression to kill a rival runner but rather a natural risk of the position.

did i study a map of korea's topography and agriculture to create the socioeconomics of a dystopian omegaverse society? yeah, i sure did. because i can't ever do anything small. (tbf a lot of the world building was in an effort to avoid this being us/euro-centric)

anyway below was all this fic was supposed to be, just a dumb thread i made on bluesky inspired by legacy and halazia lmao IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE HATEFUCK PORN

change was never instant, instead it seeped slowly like a leaky tap. with each drop a new one appeared - a person with hopes, dreams, passion, desire. you could always find them by the sparkle in their eyes where their soul reflected outward. a leak became a trickle and those with the spark for life flocked together to stoke the embers again.

eight particular men found themselves drawn to the flames almost by an invisible tether (or a noose.) they were special for more than just their lust for freedom, each of them touched with abilities almost beyond belief if each of them hadn't witnessed it themselves. hope brought them together, ambition drove them forward, and care kept them close. they were a unit, eight broken pieces coming together to form a mosaic of love, devotion, and a promise of a better future.

this is how eight men promised to reclaim humanity and learned the truth of love and mankind along the way.

◄ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 ►

hongjoong could barely remember a time before the other seven were part of his life and frankly, he didn't want to. he remembers shying away at every touch, closing his eyes tight against an onslaught of thoughts that weren't his own, and pulling in ragged breaths until the buzzing pain stopped and the nausea settled. there was always a mark left behind, mottled red and blue against the canvas of his skin.

he'd nearly lashed out the first time one of them touched him, hwa reaching out a gentle hand to check a wound. he had meant to growl but instead he had whimpered like an injured dog, unable to lash out at one of the few people he truly cared for. to his surprise the touch was gentle and the thoughts that flowed alongside his own were quiet, soothing, and welcome.

with time, he came in contact with the others and experienced the same; no painful touch, no mark left behind, and no deafening thoughts that threatened to bring him to his knees. to call it fate felt far too convenient but any answers were not forthcoming.

◄ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 ►

he knew he was known as something of figurehead among the rebellion and seonghwa did not care to stop the rumors. if he was the face the people needed to follow he was happy to fill that role for them, happy to tend to the flock of free thinkers overwhelmed by the 'new' world around them now that their eyes were open. as much as he wished to take away their confusion and pain there were some ailments even he could not heal

it was something he'd had to come to terms with quickly after meeting the other seven. as badly as he had wanted, he could not mend all of their hurt and one haunted him day in and day out. his eyes followed broad shoulders, traced over a dimpled smile, soaked in the sight of his most formidable and yet most delicate lover

he only wished someone could heal away his own worry.

◄ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜 ►

the amount of comfort yunho found around the other seven was almost unfathomable. he had always felt othered for his abilities, strange in a way no one understood, and then one day he met seven other men that could see him in a way he'd never expected. they didn't mock his fear of heights, the way he woke up with a jolt almost every night, nor did they ask him for an explanation. they simply held him close, knowing smiles on their faces as they sheltered both him and themselves from their inner demons.

he loved them, deeply and intensely, and for once he was all too happy to utilize his ability to keep them safe. he wasn't strong like san, couldn't read minds like hongjoong, and he wasn't a healer like hwa. what he could do, however, was move the world around him.

pebbles became bullets, metal sheets became shields, glass shards became lethal arrows. the violence would have bothered him once but he found he no longer cared when it came to protecting his sanctuary, for each of them was a brick that formed his home.

◄ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 ►

he knew he should listen to hwa's cautionary words but it was nothing he hadn't heard before. it was a dance they performed routinely; he hurt himself, flayed himself open for the greater good, and seonghwa pieced him back together again.

he remembered a late night spent together, freshly bandaged and with hwa holding him close, pressing a kiss to his birthmark before asking, "can you even feel it?"

he hadn't meant to make him cry with his response but he had never been a liar. "the pain? not anymore."

it was hard to feel pain the same way as others when it was so intrinsically part of you. he was built for it after all, born to endure and redirect. he sank a knife into his own gut only to watch a member of the imperial watch sink to his knees across from him, free of any blood or wound and yet still writhing in an agony yeosang only felt somewhere in his periphery.

the others hated it, hated watching the lengths he would go to to secure a victory and often worried that one day he would go too far. he would argue that there was no such thing when it came to his family.

◄ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 ►

the first time his chest felt as if it was collapsing on itself he was alone, muscles straining as he moved a concrete slab aside to crawl through the doorway of what would make the perfect hideout. he'd collapsed just inside the threshold, hand clutching over his heart and eyes shut tight in pain. he still didn't know if the tears that slid down his face had been from pain or sorrow. if he died there he would have died alone; no one to ever remember he had existed. somehow he'd survived to pull in slow, measured breaths, though the fear of another attack lingered.

the second time his chest felt as if it was collapsing on itself was when five gazes turned towards him, cautious but deep. san felt like he was drowning but he found he didn't mind dying here, not with such bright eyes to witness him, to remember he had lived.

he doesn't tell them even after five becomes seven. he doesn't want them to worry. he pretends not to hear seonghwa crying himself to sleep beside him some nights.

◄ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐫 ►

mingi was the eighth, slotting in to complete the puzzle. he'd come to them with relief on his face, head tilted to the sky and eyelids fluttering closed.

"finally, i found you."

he'd seen them for as long as he could remember; seven men with hearts of gold, eyes full of love, and a thirst for life he felt mirrored in his own chest. he'd learned early on not to mention them, only ever met with either firm denials or total dismissal. he tucked them in his heart like a secret, vowing to find them as soon as he built up enough supplies and enough life experience to survive the journey.

he knew they would change his life, had seen it nearly every night when he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. he couldn't wait to see where they led him.

◄ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 ►

wooyoung had always been too much; too loud, too excitable, too full of all these emotions he couldn't put words to for the longest time. it only made sense that his power burned as brightly and felt as destructive as he felt sometimes. he felt like he destroyed everything he touched, every connection burned away with apathy or outright scorn. he wished loneliness didn't sit in his chest like a stone, wished he could sit alone with his thoughts instead of run from them.

restlessness drove him to travel, aimless and desperate to find someone, anyone that understood. at least he never spent his nights cold, though the flames were never as comforting as he imagined another person's warmth to be. he never imagined he'd find himself cradled between seven others, warm and safe and loved with an incandescence that rivaled his own fire.

◄ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 ►

paranoia and caution were a slippery slope, jongho knew, but it was a tightrope he couldn't stop walking. the feeling of being watched itched at his skin constantly, prickled the back of his neck and clenched the pit of his gut. he knew he'd wandered into someone's territory, knew they were keeping a close eye on him. he just wanted somewhere to exist, somewhere to hide away alone and secure.

curiosity eventually got the best of him, the sounds of life drawing him in like a siren's song. he knew it was dangerous, knew he was putting himself at risk, and yet he couldn't help but peer beyond the walls that separated him from them. four glowing masses illuminated his vision, seemingly talking amongst themselves before turning in his direction. his breath caught, vision fading to sightless black as he staggered backwards and stumbled against a half-broken wall.

he swallowed the spit gathering in his mouth, certain he would die here for his hubris. he never expected the gentle hands that cradled his elbows and deep, warm voice that instantly relaxed his shoulders.

"it's okay. you're okay." and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to believe those words for once in his life.