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soobchwe · 16 days ago

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santa baby drabble masterlist

These are all requested drabbles from December for the Christmas season! I have a few requests still in my asks although it's January sigh but I wanted to compile all of them here for you! Enjoy! ❅

──────𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚗

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

SWEET-SMELLING CANDLES + “I never want to forget this moment”

BEAR HUGS + "I'm so lucky to have you"

HOMEMADE DINNERS + “Stop. Just—stop.” + “Hey, Look at me. I love you, okay?”

𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 (𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞)

CHRISTMAS EVE + “Put your lips on mine”

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

BADLY-WRAPPED PRESENTS + “I wasted so much time on you.” + “You remembered?”

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢

──────𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥 (𝐬. 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬)

𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

CAROLS + "Hold me."

PAPER STARS + “You’re so cute I could just kiss you right now!”

HIDDEN BUNCHES OF MISTLETOE + "You're fucking kidding me, right?" + "Talk to me"

THICK, PURE SNOW + “Am I supposed to be afraid of you?”

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐨 (𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚)

𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐢

𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢)

𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨

TANGLED LIGHTS + “If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear you will not get another kiss for a week.”

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐢)

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐢𝐧 (𝐝𝐤)

HOT CHOCOLATE + "I'm proud of you."

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮

𝐱𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝟖)

RED WAX CANDLES + “Here, let me help you.”

A ROARING FIREPLACE + “You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥 (𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐧)

ICE RINKS + "You make me nervous."

SECRET SANTA + "What I'm trying to say is...I like you."

CLUMSILY-MADE GINGERBREAD HOUSES + (33) “Will you stay the night?”

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 (𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨)

──────𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

FLUFFY SOCKS + "You look really good in my shirt."

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐤 (𝐫𝐢𝐰𝐨𝐨)

𝐦𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 (𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐧)

SNOW ANGELS + "I think I like you, and it freaks me out because I don't know what to do or say."

FLANNEL PJS + “I'd like my morning kiss now, thank you very much.”

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 (𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐧)

ICED SUGAR COOKIES + "I love it when you laugh."

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐤

──────𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚣

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐚𝐞 / 𝐛𝐚𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

COLD EVENINGS + "Come back to bed"

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐥𝐞𝐞 (𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐞) 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

SPICED MULLED WINE + "Don't fucking touch me." + "I missed you."

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧

𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 / 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐨

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 (𝐧𝐞𝐰) 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐞

𝐣𝐢 (𝐐) 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧

𝐣𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨

𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐨𝐡𝐧 / 𝐬𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐚𝐞

──────𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚡 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧

LIT LANTERNS + “I love you so much it physically hurts.”

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮

𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

KNITTED JUMPERS + “So… are you just gonna keep staring or are you going to kiss me?”

𝐡𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐚𝐢

──────𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐧

LAST-MINUTE GIFT SHOPPING + “How long are you gonna keep denying you feel the same?” + “I swear to God if you don’t shut up…”

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

#svt x reader #enhypen x reader #stray kids x reader #bonedo x reader #boynextdoor x reader #enha x reader #seventeen x reader #the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #ateez x reader #atz x reader #[ lexi's works ]#[ lw - masterlists ]#[ lw - events ]

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sir-fenris · 14 days ago

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Can I please make a request? What about a living weapon (since that seems to be your speciality) who’s sent in for “training” by another trainer since apparently they’ve been acting defiant. And the trainers expecting a feral snarling weapon like they usually get, they aren’t expecting this quiet meek weapon who’s act of defiance was having PTSD or something else that’s either small or not in their control?

Sorry for the little wait! Hope you don't mind me doing your request with the event, and hope you enjoy the drabble :)

(Also, I'm glad you consider lw my specialty :D thank you)

Year of Whump Tropes - Day 18

January 2025 - Week 3, Day 4

"Don't make me repeat myself"

(Drabbles' masterlist)

Content: living weapon whumpee, medic whumpee, multiple whumpers, dehumanization, electrocution (stun bat), institutionalized whump, military whump, physical disability, swearing.

Trainer didn't know what happened in the last months of the year. Perhaps the handlers were already too tired from the year, so impatient for their winter break that they just didn't want to handle their unruly charges anymore.

Perhaps the weapons were also tired from years without a proper break, and that's why they acted out so much. Got too violent, too unstable, too snappy, too volatile.

But like clockwork, every time the winter break was close, at the time of his lunch break, there was a handler asking if he could recalibrate the weapons. Trainer got them quiet and obedient and sent them back to their handlers before the week was done.

By now, he doesn't even bother going to his office first thing in the morning. He will always get a call in less than 30 minutes about one of his new charges doing too much noise.

So he goes straight to the training wing and starts to read the records about the new weapons dumped to him.

On the first handler's name, a familiar one, it's an effort to not roll his eyes. Their superiors had to be notified of the irresponsible habit of this idiot. Every month, this guy brings in another one for extra training. There's no way he's always getting the worst weapons, he's just too lazy to break in the ones that don't behave after the first correction.

Trainer used the peephole to see a slim, curled form on the corner. It probably had been starved as punishment, by the looks of it. He opens the silent door with the stun bat already in hand.

"Asset. Stand and report designation." Not too loud yet, giving it the time to obey, a simple and easy question. The weapon doesn't even move its face away from the wall.

Starting off with punishment, classic. That shitty handler trained his weapons so badly they disobey even to just report. Trainer takes two steps forward and shocks its leg.

With a startled scream, the weapon turns around, trying to kick the bat away. He punishes the attempt with a harsh hit to the kicking leg.

This time, it chokes on a pained groan and just curls further into the corner. And... oh. There are tears in its eyes. Well, that's new.

"Asset. Stand up and report designation." Trainer repeats in the same tone as before. The weapon's eyes snap up middle sentence, and its eyebrows knit slightly. He took only a second to see it as confusion instead of defiance.

"... Asset code 2284. Previous front line medic, reassigned to camp medic." It says, still curled in the corner. It doesn't seem defiant, just tense, but it still refused to stand up.

... Something wasn't adding up.

Trainer still brought the bat down and gave the weapon time to flinch and cower before shocking their leg again. No resisting attempt, different from the first time, for some reason. No startled kicking. "Don't make me repeat myself, asset!"

"I'm sorry, sir," It mutters out in a resigned voice, one that told him those words have been said way too much lately. Its eyes look up for a second, at the bat.

Trainer gave it time to correct their behavior and obey, but the weapon just curled more into itself. This is unfamiliar. He's used to the tough ones, that are strong and hard to crack, even if it's just due to their temper and defiance.

He turns the shock down one notch for safety before bringing it down again. The first tears leak out of the weapon's eyes when they scream. Once the shock is done, they choke out another apology, looking up at them this time.

"Sorry doesn't change anything, asset. We'll keep this going until you stop this cute act. Stand up and report designation. If I repeat myself one more time..." Trainer threatens, firmer.

To his surprise, the weapon did obey immediately this time, almost hurriedly. "Asset code 2284. Previous front line medic, reassigned to camp medic." Its posture was perfect, voice respectful, almost eager to comply all of a sudden.

Nothing like the sarcastic, dramatic, and disobedient weapon his handler painted him to be. Trainer couldn't ignore this any longer, something was wrong here.

"Why didn't you obey the first three times, asset?" Trainer asks, playing with the bat and watching as the weapon's eyes follow the movements as it tries to focus on his face. His mouth, not eyes. His handler indeed had said it was in a rebellious streak of not wanting to look him in the eye.

"I didn't hear your orders, sir. I'm sorry, sir..." It says meekly, flinching slightly in anticipation for each move of the bat, though it's not close to him.

Trainer had been warned about that, too. But its words sounded way too meek to be the taunting stunt its handler said he pulled all the time.

His brain works back to each information he got of the weapon, each denial to obey reported. A weapon reassigned from front line medic to camp medic after it suffered severe injuries on a grenade explosion. Obedient before, turned sarcastic and rebellious with new handler, pretending to not hear orders, not looking his handlers in the eyes, ignoring name calls, ignoring morning alarms...

Trainer stops his movement with the bat once it clicks. Severe injury due to closeness of a explosion, and all behavioral issues had been about it not listening.

God, he hopes he's wrong, because if that stupid handler let that slide, Trainer will personally make sure a demission paper is sent.

"Will you be obedient without the need of drugs to settle you down, asset?" He asks without needing an answer before opening the door and motioning the weapon to get out.

"...sir?" It asks in a quiet voice, almost fearful. With him turned around, it couldn't read his lips.

"We'll go to the medical, get you checked. Move, asset." He uses a harsh tone as a test, but the weapon doesn't seem to really pick up on it, it just hurries to obey after staring at his lips moving while he speaks.

In less than 30 minutes, the check-up is done, with the weapon behaving exceptionally if given visual guidance.

Trainer has a paper in his hand. "Severe hearing loss due to explosion." Not completely deaf, but close to be.

The weapon started tearing up silently when it saw the words, and as soon as they left the medical wing, it knelt to the ground. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, sir. I promise I can still be useful, even without hearing much- I-... I don't need to hear to tend wounds! I can take care of the patients, I swear I can-"

He started the day thinking he would have to deal with a feral, snarling weapon, and... he was given a meek, pitiful young asset. Trainer never hated its handler more than he did now. That useless son of a bitch would let a valuable asset be decommissioned for nothing more than irresponsibility.

Trainer crouched down and waited for visual contact before saying, in a tone it can hear better, "By the end of the week, you will be able to do everything you did before, even if the hearing loss is untreatable. I won't decommission a weapon when all it needs is recalibrating."

He ruffles its short hair when it chokes out "thank you" over and over. Trainer can see loud and clear how much its handler messed up his mind for it to be so unstable, but he's dealt with worse. He can correct that emotional outburst in due time and send it back into the field. With a better handler, this time.

The weapon leans into the touch, and Trainer huffs before getting up and waiting for it to follow him.

"Rebellious, worthless asset," his ass. His last "fuck you" to that empty-headed idiot before he gets fired will be making this one the best asset in the medic camp.

With the way it follows him as an eager puppy, although still on edge, that won't be hard.

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cyber-dump-171 · 4 months ago

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Prologue: Distress Call

The End is Near (Gravity Falls x Reader)

Masterlist | Chapter 1 →

Word count: 1.2 k.

WARNING: Violence, monsters and blood.

Note: thank you for stopping by and reading! Comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! For those who come from my profile and are waiting for Chapter 6 of OSYGM, it's on its way!

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:13 A.M.

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RW: Rita Woorley, Dispatcher.

CS: Caroline Simmons, Victim.

JS: Jeremy Simmons, Victim (?).

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RW: 911, where’s your emergency?

CS: *heavy breathing* *clothing shifting* *distant objects clattering*

RW: Hello? Is anyone there?

CS: *heavy breathing* *distant clatter*

RW: *sighs* For God’s sake, these kids and their pranks.

CS: Please… help me…

RW: Hello? Ma’am, what’s the address of your emergency?

CS: Trantow Fields, house 131 in Gravity Falls. I’m Caroline Simmons and I-I need police here… Just, please, hurry. *distant door banging*

RW: *typing* Alright, and what’s the emergency?

CS: *rapid breathing* It’s my husband… I don’t know what’s happening… Oh God- *distant clatter* *a male voice screaming*

RW: Police are on their way, ma’am. Tell me what’s happening.

CS: I-I don’t know… he’s gone insane… he was fine this mornin’, s-sick with a bug but he was his chipper self. But-

JS: *distant shout* CAROLINE! LET ME OUT, SWEETIE!

RW: Ma’am, are you in a safe place?

CS: *hyperventilating* Y-Yes! I barricaded the bedroom, where he’s at… *heavy breathing* I-I locked myself in the kitchen. *crying*

RW: Ok. Take a deep breath, ma’am. Police are around five minutes away from where you are. Keep walking me through what happened.

CS: *heavy breathing* S-Sorry… I… I woke up to him holding a knife… h-he… he… *distant hurried banging* he tried to stab me… H-He had crazy eyes… his mouth was bleedin’, I think he bit his lip too hard… *loud crash*

RW: Ma’am?

JS: CAROLINE! *door falling* *distant hurried footsteps*

CS: Oh my God… h-he broke the door… HE BROKE THE DOOR! SOMEBODY! SAVE ME!

RW: Ma’am, you need to calm down. Take a deep breath. Is your husband still armed?

CS: No… I took the knife from him. Oh my God… what happened to my Jeremy? *crying*

RW: Ma’am, take a deep breath. Police are close.

CS: *whispering* *hyperventilating* I think he’s downstairs… I-I can hear him… *footsteps grow louder*

RW: Ma’am, remain calm.

CS: *heavy breathing* *loud distant footsteps*

CS: *soft knocking* *muffled bizarre breathing*

JS: Caroline? Honey, it’s me… There’s something wrong… I don’t know what’s happening to me…

CS: *crying* Jeremy… Please don’t hurt me…

JS: Sweetie, I need you to open the door, please…

RW: Ma’am, do not open the door. Police are close.

CS: *hysterical crying* YOU’RE NOT MY JEREMY!

JS: Caroline, I know you’re scared, but please, I need you to open the door.

CS: *hysterical crying*

JS: Darling? Do you remember our wedding vows where I promised to always protect you?

CS: *crying* Y-Yes, I-I remember.

JS: I can’t protect you if the door’s closed… So please, open it. I want to see you.

CS: *sniffling* *heavy breathing* *phone clatters on the floor*

RW: Ma’am, do not open the door… Hello?

CS: Please… Jeremy, love, don’t hurt me. *kitchen door opens*

JS: I’m so sorry for scaring you, darling. *distorted breathing*

CS: …

RW: Ma’am? Are you there? Hello?

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:27 A.M.

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EK: Elmer Kain, Dispatcher.

DM: Dylan Moss, Victim.

LW: Lawrence Woodworth, Victim.

KB: Kyle Baker, Victim.

UM: Unidentified Male.

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EK: 911, what’s your emergency?

DM: HOLY SHIT! FINALLY! WE NEED AN AMBULANCE! HURRY!

EK: Sir, remain calm, what’s your location?

DM: W-W-We are at a… *heavy breathing* fuck, sorry, at Gravity Falls High School! Please hurry, somebody’s bleeding to death!

LW: *distant* Kyle, do not fall asleep!

EK: *typing* An ambulance is on its way. Walk me through what’s happening.

DM: W-We were working on a f-final project and was g-getting late so we went to drop our friend Kyle at his house! B-But this fucking thing... it just- *crying*

LW: *distant* S-Something came out of the forest and tore K-Kyle’s stomach out!

EK: Were you able to catch sight of what it was?

DM: *crying* We don’t know! I-It was too f-fucking dark… I… we… I’m so fucking scared!

LW: *distant* I-It looked human, but it… it wasn’t human? I-I don’t know! It had huge claws!

KB: *coughing* * groaning in pain*

EK: What’s the current state of your friend?

DM: *crying* H-He’s breathing but his stomach is just… gone… it’s like a… *retches*... pile of mush o-on the floor. *retches*

EK: Take a deep breath… are you applying pressure to the wound?

DM: *crying* I-I’m so scared…

LW: *distant* W-We are! We tied m-my hoodie and I-Im’ pressing on it but he’s getting paler!

KB: *coughing* I want my mom…

DM: *crying* H-Hold on, man. H-Help is on the way…

EK: The ambulance is five minutes away, keep applying pressure. Do not hang up the phone.

DM: *branches and leaves snapping* *distant footsteps* … what the fuck?

LW: *distant* DYLAN! LOOK AT THE FUCKING FOREST!

DM: … Kyle? But… he’s right here… what?

EK: What’s happening?

KB: *distant coughing* *crying* Mom…

LW: *distant* GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM US!

EK: Hello? What’s going on?

DM: *distant footsteps* Holy shit… it’s… I… it’s Kyle, but… Kyle’s also… bleeding on the floor.

EK: What? I don’t quite understand.

UM: *distorted crying* Mom…

LW: *distant* FUCK! WHAT DO WE DO!?

DM: I DON’T KNOW! HELP… PLEASE!

UM: *distorted crying* I want my mom…

EK: What’s happening? Dylan?

DM: *incoherent screams* *distorted roar*

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:33 A.M.

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KJ: Keneth Jarvis, Dispatcher.

TB: Tabitha Roberts, Victim.

UF: Unidentified Female.

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KJ: 911, where’s your emergency?

TB: *distant glass tapping* Hello? My name is Tabitha Roberts, I live on Oakley Road, house 28 in Gravity Falls. I need the cops.

KJ: Alright miss, what’s the emergency?

TB: *distant glass tapping* Someone… no, scratch that, something is trying to break into my house.

KJ: *typing* Uh, sorry… I’m a bit confused by your statement. “Something” is trying to break in?

TB: *distant glass tapping* I… I just don’t even know how to describe it. I got home from work about twenty minutes ago when I heard something banging on my backyard door.

KJ: Uh-huh.

TB: *distant glass tapping* I opened the curtains and… well… you’re definitely not going to believe this but… something that looks like me is trying to smash the glass and come in.

KJ: … Pardon?

TB: *distant glass tapping* I know it sounds insane but you have to believe! The weird part is that it looks like me but at the same time, there’s something wrong… I can’t place it… I think it’s the eyes… the skin looks loose…

KJ: Uh… O-Ok miss, a unit has been dispatched to your place, please stay on the line. Are you in a safe place?

TB: *distant glass tapping* No, I’m in the living room, it’s the only place where I have a landline. I’m staring at the… thing… Jesus Christ, it doesn’t even fucking blink!

TB: *distant glass banging* *sound of glass cracking* Oh God… the glass… it has a crack…

KJ: Miss?

TB: *distant glass banging* FUCK! IT’S BREAKING THE GLASS!

KJ: Miss, remain calm. Do you have a place where you can hide?

TB: *glass breaks* FUCK! HELP ME! PLEASE! IT’S COMING AT ME!

KJ: Miss, find a place to hide, police are on their way.

TB: *incoherent screams* *glass and furniture breaking* GET OFF ME!

KJ: Miss, what’s going on?

TB: *something is smashed against the ground* …

KJ: Miss Tabitha? Is everything alright?

TB: … *footsteps*

KJ: Hello? Miss Tabitha?

UF: *distorted* Hello? My name is Tabitha Roberts, I live on Oakley Road, house 28 in Gravity Falls. I need the cops.

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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@rotknox

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seungrem · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Don’t see a story you’re interested in? Request! If i’m not familiar w it, I’ll send a dm / ask for info.

Theme Codes:

🧸 - fluffy

🫧- angsty

❄️ - smut, 18+

🪐- AU

☁️ - replacement for y/n

🌿 - long / a series OR 🌱 - oneshot / short

( +/- ) used if there is more or less of a theme

KPop ( groups list )

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- h. kai - finishing what we started ( 🧸, 🌿, ❄️ )

- h. kai & yeonjun - feel good ( -🧸, +🫧, ❄️, 🌿 )

- beomgyu - boyfriend beom ( 🧸, 🌱 ) (old draft)

stray kids

- hyunjin - the one & only ( 🧸, 🪐 , 🌿 )

- bangchan - life without u : part 1 ( +🫧, 🌿 )

lw/ou : part 2 ( 🫧 -> 🧸, 🌿 )

- han jisung - close enough ( +❄️, 🌱 )

- lee felix - work husband ( +❄️, 🪐, 🌱 )

seventeen

- yoon jeonghan - make it up to u ( 🧸, -❄️, 🌿 )

part 2 ??? coming never

- hong joshua - perspective ( +🧸, ❄️, 🌿 )

nct

- taeyeong x m!

ateez

- seonghwa - burying the hatchet ( +🫧, -🧸, 🪐, 🌿)

enhypen

- sunghoon - The Curse of Sunghoon ( +🫧, 🪐, 🌿 )

TCoS - part 2 ~*+

Song-Inspired

Ditto (newjeans) - classmate x m!reader

Eternal Sunshine (ari) - tbd

batfam

- d. grayson ( nightwing ) - confidential p1 ( -🧸, 🌿 )

*confidential p2: red hood’s sar ( 🫧, -🧸, 🌿 )

- jason todd

- tim drake

Marvel

Anime Characters

Game Characters

#seungrem #remcar #x male reader #masterlist #request #fanfic #multifandom account #multi fandom blog

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softshrimpy · 1 year ago

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How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 14: Meet The Parents

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I'm simply a slut for comforting insecure Larissa, sue me. 🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402 @the-bagel24 @eveymay @kimiinou @muffintopxs @h-doodles @bbykens @lilfartbox1 @bigolgay @winterfireblond @gela123 @i-like-reading @hopelessly-sapphic @alder-saan @im-a-carnivorous-plant

(pls let me know if you want to be tagged/ I missed you!)

Chapter 13

Cross Posted on AO3 Here

HWTAHP Masterlist

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You had awoken the next morning to a rather lovely little vase of flowers and a handwritten note. The note smelled like Larissa (yes you sniffed it). The small bouquet contained white tulips, white orchids and some lilies of the valley. If you had been versed in the language of the flowers you would’ve known that they symbolized rebirth, sincere apology and forgiveness. However, since you knew absolutely fucking nothing about the language of flowers you simply thought they reminded you of her hair and general elegance.

Darling, I truly can’t thank you enough for your forgiveness and kindness. I will do everything I can to do right by you. I cannot express how much you mean to me

Yours LW

The heartfelt note had made you rather embarrassingly, giggle and kick your feet. You had all but skipped your way to your appointment with Vlad. He had taken one look at you all smiles and sunshine before rolling his eyes and snorting.

You had spent the morning being what Vlad called an ‘insufferable lovestruck puppy’ which you took as a compliment. You had been sitting in the quad reading a book Dr. Kinbott had recommended for you when Yoko appeared in front of you.

“So you live here now huh?” She remarks.

“I guess so, which means you’re stuck with me,” you joke, closing your book to give her your full attention.

“So… it’s parents weekend this weekend.” She says.

“Oh, that’s cool. Will your parents be attending?”

“My dad will be here yeah, and you’ll definitely meet him. That’s not what this is about.” She explains, “It’s Enid, her parents are weird about her not wolfing out and she’s going to need some like adult support.”

“I’m not certain I count as a proper adult-“

“And she looks up to you and Weems, probably because you’re the only adult queers she knows. And since you two have made up and are together again-“

“Hold on we’re not- I mean we did make up but it’s-it’s a bit more complicated tha-“

“So when her parents inevitably fuck up and make her upset I would really appreciate it if you two would just offer her some support.”

“I-well I mean I-I can see what I can d-“

“Perfect! Thanks queen,” she grinned before getting up and leaving you sitting there rather confused.

Of course, you would give Enid your full support, it was the least she deserved. But you weren’t sure what you and Larissa even were at the moment and didn’t really want to rush into anything. But you resolved that you would at least mention it to her when you saw her. Knowing her motherly care for the young werewolf she’d probably be down to help her out in any way she could.

The mention of parents had made you think of yours, despite your deep inner desire to ignore that rather large problem that needed to be sorted. You had so many questions. And frankly weren’t sure if you even wanted the answers. You knew at some point you’d have to talk to them, maybe even see them. You really would be much happier if you could simply…not do any of that. You already had your issues with them, never mind the fact that they definitely knew you were and vampire and almost definitely did something to make you appear more human.

You’re broken from that particularly fun little spiral of sadness when Larissa appears next to you, sitting down and handing you a cute lil sandwich. You quickly forget all about your crappy parental relationship and instead focus on having a nice time with Larissa.

——

Parents' weekend arrived faster than you expected.

You had shared lunch with Larissa almost every day, which was making you far more giddy than it should. You cherished every moment you got with her. She had been rather stressed out with the planning and organizing. But she met you every day for lunch, and you would chat about everything and nothing and you felt your heart healing bit by bit each day.

You were currently standing in the quad, watching as parents arrived and went to see their kids. It was really rather heartwarming, seeing so many kids (most of whom you knew on some level) chatting with their parents and actually being listened to. There were those who seemed rather pissed their parents were there or those who were sitting with friends and their families. You were keeping an eye on Enid, glancing over at her every now and again to make sure she was doing okay after Yoko’s ominous warning. She seemed alright for now but you could tell having her parents around was stressing her out a bit.

“Are you a part of the staff here?” A voice asked from your side.

You just about fell the fuck over out of fright, turning to see who had snuck up on you. It was a woman dressed in a figure-hugging black dress with long dark hair. The dark look was completed with almost plum-colored lipstick. Honestly, she pulled it off in a way you weren’t sure many could.

“Oh uh…no I’m not a teacher here.” You answered.

“Then I suppose you’re a parent…?”

“Oh uhm no, no I’m not a parent. It’s uh- well the story of my being here is rather complicated…”

Honestly, you had no idea how to explain to this woman why you were staying at Nevermore. You weren’t sure simply saying ‘I was attacked in the woods and brought back here to recover’ would make much sense or not be met with a thousand other questions. And honestly, you weren’t sure Larissa wanted you advertising why you were there either.

You’re saved from having to explain further when Larissa stepped up to the podium to make her welcoming speech. She’s truly mesmerizing when she speaks. And she looks fucking gorgeous as always. You’re almost certain you’re staring at her like a love-sick puppy, again. She finishes her speech (you didn’t take in one word from it) and glances at you, sending you a small smile. You send a small wave back, beaming and feeling your heart skip a beat.

“Ah…I see.” You hear from the woman next to you.

“Oh no I mean it’s-it’s not like that! I mean it. Well, it is but it’s- you know it’s complicated and-“ you try to explain, not wanting to start rumours or fuck up Larissa’s image.

“It’s alright dear,” she chuckles, reaching out and squeezing your arm, “I’m gla-“

She’s cut off as her head snaps back, her grip on your arm tightening slightly. She stays like that for a few seconds before she relaxes, her gaze coming back to you. You notice she’s now grinning at you and you can’t help but feel slightly uneasy.

“I-are you alright?” You ask.

“Absolutely fine dear,” she smiles, “and you and I have a lot to talk about, particularly regarding a certain white-haired principal.”

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Larissa was stressed.

Parents' weekend was usually a tense affair, with the insane amounts of organizing needed to make sure it ran smoothly. Not to mention the countless meetings she ended up having with parents of families, varying from simple check-ins to rather difficult talks regarding the students' behaviour.

However, none of this caused half as much stress as seeing you standing with Morticia Addams. She was sure she was overreacting, Morticia had no way of knowing the two of you were…well whatever you two were. And even if she did it wasn’t like she would say anything that would intentionally harm your recovering relationship.

Unintentionally though…

Larissa had been swept into parent meetings since her opening speech. She had a meeting with the Addams next and was quite frankly dreading it. She slumped forward in her seat resting her head in her hands as she sighed. Wednesday on her own was a headache to deal with (she would never admit how deeply the girl had wormed her way into her heart). Now she would have to suggest not only to her but to her parents that they go for family counseling. God her work was cut out for her.

As her office doors opened she straightened up in her chair, squaring her shoulders and putting on her warmest smile. Her carefully crafted expression falters when she notices you being dragged in by Morticia who seems to be halfway through telling you something she prays isn’t about her.

When you glance up at her and shoot her a shy smile her heart flutters and her anxiety calms a little. She gestures for the family to sit, eye twitching when Morticia squeezes your shoulder and whispers something in your ear.

She’s further confused when Morticia asks you to stay, earning a rather loud sigh from Wednesday. You turn to Larissa, silently asking if you should go, looking just as confused as she feels. She nods, gesturing to an open chair against the wall.

The meeting goes about as smoothly as Larissa could’ve expected. Wednesday at least keeps her sarcastic, cutting remarks to a minimum. Morticia makes her usual teasing remarks, even going so far as to call her a ‘stately sequoia tree’. She swears she heard you muttering something about climbing her like a tree and nearly choked on her own breath, barely managing to keep her face from blushing bright red.

Eventually, the Addams leave. Not before Morticia comments over her shoulder something along the lines of ‘you two love birds enjoy yourselves.’ When her office doors finally shut she groans, covering her face with her hands.

You stand, quietly making your way behind her and resting your hands on her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her head. You gently massage her shoulders, face flushing at the bordering-on obscene moan she lets out.

“Long day?” You ask softly.

“Mmmm…” she hums, melting into your touch.

The two of you stay in silence for a while, with Larissa relaxing a bit more with each press of your thumbs into her shoulders. Eventually, she straightens up again, dropping her hands into her lap. You press one last kiss to the back of her neck, relishing in the way she shudders at the feeling. You then squeeze her shoulders one last time before moving to sit on the edge of her desk, smiling softly down at her. She fidgets with her bracelet, staring very intently down at her desk.

“Did you uhm…have an interesting chat with Morticia?” She asks gingerly.

“Mmm,” you hum, “she was regaling me with stories of your shared time at Nevermore.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah! She was quite nostalgic about it all. She was telling me about how you two shared a room and got up to ‘many daring activities’ as she put it.”

She groans, once again opting to cover her face with her hands.

“She did uhm…she did tell me you’re a shapeshifter.” You murmur.

Your heart breaks at the way she stiffens at that, still not looking anywhere near you. She clears her throat, going to say something before clenching her hands into fists on her lap.

“Is…is there someone you wish for me to change into?” She asks, in a voice that’s so small and hurt.

“I what? Why would I-” You stutter.

“I…most people when they find out about…about my abilities…they. Most people want me to turn into someone else…someone…better.”

She whispers the last part.

You blink at her. And then you blink again.

“…who….who in the fuck said that to you?” You ask, anger seeping into your voice.

She doesn’t say anything, simply shrugging and refusing to meet your eye. You have to take a moment to calm yourself down so you don’t take out your anger on Larissa. You take a deep breath and she starts to apologize in a watery voice when you stop her.

“Larissa I don’t know your middle name Weems,” you start, moving to sit on her lap and cradle her face in your hands, “there is absolutely no one on the face of this planet- no one in this goddamn universe who could ever be better than you. I-I can’t even begin to explain. You’re like…some fucking celestial being brought to earth to make it a better place. You’re-you’re brilliant Larissa. You’re - words can’t describe how utterly impeccable you are. I don’t understand- I could never want anyone but you, just as you are.”

You brush your thumbs over her cheeks, eyes lovingly tracing over her features. You notice her eyes welling up with tears, giving her a gentle, loving smile.

“I-I don’t understand…” she whispers.

“I know my one little speech won’t change your mind. Now when it sounds like so many fucking assholes-“ you cut yourself off, taking a breath to calm yourself. “And I know that-I know you and I are in a strange place right now but that doesn’t change the fact that you are far more than just enough, just as you are. And I will spend every moment I have by your side helping you see that. I-if you’ll let me.”

She stares up at you, tears staining her cheeks as she gapes up at you with wide eyes. You gently wipe her tears away. She wraps her arms around your waist, hands clutching at your back. You can feel the way she’s trembling, the subtle shake of her hands as they press into your back and pull you towards her. You press a kiss to her forehead, and then another to her nose before you lean down to hover with your lips practically touching hers.

You stay there, staring into her eyes and glancing down at her lips every so often. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re almost certain Larissa can feel it. It almost feels like the first time the two of you kissed all over again. You’re about to finally close the distance, finally kiss her-

And then Larissa’s office doors are being opened and none other than Morticia is walking through them. The two of you barely have enough time to lean apart from each other when Morticia smirks so fucking smugly at the sight of you two.

“Oh, how glad I am to see the two lovebirds back together.” She smiles, before promptly leaving the room just as quickly as she entered.

Silence permeates the room after the door clicks shut. You turn back to look at Larissa, a smile tugging at your lips upon seeing her flushed cheeks. When the two of you lock eyes you can’t help the giggle that rises in your throat. Larissa soon follows suit, the sound of your combined laughter filling the room. Eventually, you both calm down leaving you both smiling at each other.

“C'mon pretty lady,” you hum standing up from her lap and holding out your hands for her, “we should go make sure the school didn’t burn down while we were talking.”

“Don’t even joke about that. Anything is possible with this year's students.” She snorts, wiping her eyes one last time as she stands.

You take her hand in yours leading her to the door with a smile on your face. And so the two of you leave her office, hand in hand, ready to face whatever comes your way.

—-

Turns out what came your way was far more manageable than you had thought.

There was the entire debacle of Wednesday's father being arrested for a decades-old murder case. And then Wednesday and Morticia joined him in the town's jail for grave robbing. Larissa hadn’t found the whole thing half as funny as you had but had, reluctantly, agreed to badger Sheriff Galpin into letting Wednesday and Morticia go. Which in turn led to Gomez having his name cleared. So all in all a manageable affair.

Other than that the weekend had gone smoothly. Enid had come to you and Larissa on Sunday while you were having lunch in her office, a little teary-eyed and apologetic for interrupting you two. You both rushed to assure her she was never a bother and listened as she told you about how her mother kept pressuring her to ‘wolf out’ and suggested a werewolf-conversion therapy camp (you had honestly wanted to go fight the poor girl's mother, mayhaps even bite her for good measure.) But Enid had explained how she stood up for herself, earning much praise from both of you. She spent the rest of the lunch with you both, sharing the hot gossip that had been happening.

So really, all in all, the weekend had been quite a success. This was why you and Larissa were in town today, grabbing some celebratory hot cocoa from the Weathervane. You had just finished catching up with James (Tyler was strangely nowhere in sight when you arrived). You picked up both of your hot cocoas as you had decided to take them to go so that you could take a stroll around town.

You were walking arm in arm with Larissa, telling her about something James had told you when you heard your name being called from behind you. You stop dead in your tracks, your heart dropping into your stomach. Larissa turns to look over her shoulder, glancing at you as she does, concern marring her features.

You know that voice. You had fucking hoped you’d never hear that voice again in your life if you were particularly lucky. You take a deep shuddering breath, taking a moment to center yourself before turning around. And there he stands. The man you’d hoped to fuck would just leave you the fuck alone.

“Hi dad.”

#htwahp #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #principal weems

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lumpywhump · 5 months ago

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Hidden scars masterlist!!!

we're doing Whumptober so gray (me) figured that we should have a masterlist for Kane!

Kane is a fancy little guy for those who don't know! Idk how to write a synopsis bc like he has a bunch of different arcs.

World lore stuff bc I forgot to mention it lmao:

The world consists of a single continent shared between the many countries. The northwest belongs to the demons, the southwest is for the angles, and the rest was taken by the humans. The angles and demons are revolted by the humans actions and wish to eliminate them. Funny, the humans could say the same thing. War breaks out however the humans are having a hard time keeping it together. They keep breaking out wars with each other as well. The country Juno invades is Torth, a completely landlocked country. They're doing okay for themselves, but not something really worthy of taking over. Sure there's a lot of people, but I mean... that's it. So everyone is left to wonder why? Why is Juno attacking Torth?

Content:

everything I can think of but this really big spoiler

royal whump, death, intimate whumper, angel whump, demon whump, living weapon, family death, war, noncon drugging, occasional minor whump (in flashbacks)

Road to home:

first part

Second part

third part

Art

Halloween costumes

Other shit

Lw Basil not canon

Whumptober 2024

McDonald's Canon

monsters

bite me canon

half bad not even about Kane lol

uh ow canon

Baby u shouldn't do that oh so sadly canon

attacker prob canon

Monster under the bed canon

bruises canon

I don't remember what this was I think it was canon

Isolation canon

Shoved away canon

Wedding day canon but it the far future

#whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #whumplr #whump masterlist #masterlist #writing #KaneTorth #BasilAnderson

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doudouneverte · 1 year ago

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WOSO MASTERLIST

🏅 = my favourite

[Request are OPEN]

[<- Masterlist]

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Frauen-Bundesliga

Wolfsburg and Wolfsburg's players

- 2nd choice, but 1st place (x VfL Wolfsburg) 🏅

- Big sister (x platonic!Dominique Jansen) 🏅

- ?????

- Unfinished task (x Lena Oberdorf) [R]

- Only you (x Felicitas Rauch) [R]

- Ray of sunshine (x Ewa Pajor) 🏅 [R]

- Grumpy cloud

- Let the sun shine for a last time

- "It's okay, I'm here" (x Felicitas Rauch) [R]

- Up and Down (x Lena Oberdorf) [R]

Bayern Munich and Bayern Munich's players

- Kisses (x Sarah Zadrazil) [R]

Flower shop AU (x Glódís Viggósdóttir)

- 2026

- Scary soft mama bears (x mom!Hardersson)

- Still can't believe it (x Sydney Lohmann)

- Other plan (x Sarah Zadrazil) [R]

- ???? [R]

More teams and players

- Too much love (x Karólína Lea Vilhjálmsdóttir)

Women Super League (WSL)

Arsenal and Arsenal's players

- LW (x Laura Wienroither)

- Straight to the point (or not?) (x Kathrine Kühl)

- Flustered swedish (x Stina Blackstenius)

- It's a Miedema's thing (x sis!Viv Miedema)

- Don't call me that (x Victoria Pelova)

Chelsea and Chelsea's players

- A mini problem for a Niamhy girlfriend (x Niamh Charles)

Manchester United and Manchester United's players

Nothing yet...

Manchester City and Manchester City's players

- Next stop...Manchester (x Chloe Kelly)

More teams and players

- Bruise and love (x Jamie-Lee Napier)

- It's the accent (x Nathalie Björn)

Liga F

Barcelona and Barcelona's players

- Secret wife? (x Fridolina Rolfö) 🏅

- Overprotective little sister (x sis! Ingrid Engen)

- Gold-friend (x Aitana Bonmati)

- Shunshine through the clouds (x Ewa Pajor)

Real Madrid and Real Madrid's players

- Rivals (x Misa Rodriguez)

National Women Soccer League (NWSL)

- Name (x Sophia Smith)

Other Players or National Teams

- Say it (x Laura Feiersinger) [R]

- ??????? (x SpainWNT)

#ddn v talk #woso fanfics

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bamber344 · 6 months ago

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Jordyn's training, part 4: Deployment

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Getting rid of the 'whumpee intro' title because it's becoming quite redundant with how far this has stretched, and I've found that it's kinda hard to classify a lot of the POV characters we have coming up so I'm just not gonna do it and let you guys decide where they fall on the whumpee/caretaker/whumper spectrum :3

Sorry for the long wait! I wanted to get some good progress done on my book before coming back to this, and this chapter is decently long as well (almost 3.7k) but hey that's more for you guys! I'm very excited to share this one. Chapter begins after the cut :)

CWs: broken bones, slight dehumanisation, conditioned/obedient whumpee, other general LW stuff. Honestly not a lot to warn for in this chapter but let me know if I missed anything important.

Jordyn's Training, part 4: Deployment

1 YEAR AFTER WAKING

An arm broke under my fist, the elbow joint bending backwards with an awful crack. I let go of the screaming criminal, spinning around with a kick to the head of the one sneaking up behind me. He stumbled backwards and I kept up my momentum, spinning again and gathering shadows behind my leg. The added force of the darkness when my armoured boot made contact knocked him straight to the floor, where he stayed, unmoving.

I was almost finished. There were only two criminals left, standing at the far end of the room with their weapons raised. They seemed hesitant to approach. I didn’t blame them. The room was already filled with the limp, groaning forms of their fellows, and they surely knew by now that their fates would be no different. Still, I needed to take them down to complete the exam, and I wasn’t going to fail again. If they wouldn’t come to me, I would go to them.

I sent out a whip of shadow, wrapping it around one of the men’s ankles. The shadow flexed and shrank to my will, allowing me the leverage to pull him off of his feet and fling him around the room, using his body as an improvised wrecking ball against his friend. I released my hold at just the right moment to send the man crashing into the other criminal, smashing both of them against the far wall, knocking them out and completing my final combat exam.

After a few seconds of stillness, the door to the observation room opened. I took a deep breath, blowing out the leftover nerves and letting the adrenaline run its course. A pervasive nausea sat heavily in my gut as I left the exam room, as it so often did after a live combat training session. I hated the feeling of bones breaking under my strength; my victim’s screams ringing through my ears for days afterward. My combat instructor told me that many people feel ‘alive’ in the midst of a fight; filled with endorphins and running on instinct. I usually just felt overwhelmed and sick. Part of me was honestly a little surprised that I’d aced the exam this time around. I even kept my cool when the lights turned off, forcing my shadows to remain close and defend me until they came back on. I guessed all the extra training just paid off.

“Well done, Seven. You passed,” Father said, walking up to me. He’d been calling me Seven ever since my last attempt at the exam, though I didn’t fully understand why. He still called me Jordyn when we were alone in my room, but whenever we were out and about in the facility, I was only Seven. When I asked about it, he said that it was practice for when I’m deployed. I wouldn’t be going by Jordyn as a hero, either. He also said that I should start calling him Captain de Vygon or sir when in public, too. I was still getting the hang of it, though.

“Thank you, Fa-” I paused, clearing my throat. “Sir.”

He nodded. “Return to your quarters. Your dinner will be delivered; you may eat it at your own discretion. Make sure you rest well. Tomorrow, we will finalise your deployment.”

I lowered my head, insides buzzing with anticipation. “Yes, sir.”

With that, I turned and left, following Father’s command and heading straight to my room. Once there, I removed my armour, stretching out my sore limbs and sighing at the sensation of fresh air hitting my skin for the first time in hours. After that, I showered, spending an indulgent amount of time under the soothing spray of hot water, checking over my body for new bruises or cuts from the fight. I usually had a couple lingering around from training (or, in one case, banging my shin against my bed frame) and today was no exception. Thankfully, there was nothing serious. Nothing had pierced my armour this time around. That knife wound from my previous attempt had slowed me down in training for at least a month, and left a nasty scar in its wake. At least it matched the one on my face, not that anyone but Father or myself would be seeing it from now on.

The shower washed off the remaining adrenaline, but I was still restless; excitement at the prospect of finally leaving the facility overtaking all else. I tried reading a book to pass the time, but like always I just ended up doodling in the margins, drawing little pictures to chronicle my day. It was something I’d picked up in the past few months, when my training started getting harder and more painful, and Father became much stricter. There was a lot that upset me nowadays, and since I wasn’t allowed to express that out loud, I had to find other ways to get it out of me. The more I let it build up, the worse I felt, and that tended to affect my performance, which Father was always quick to pick up on. Drawing was the only effective way I’d found so far of releasing that pain; pouring it out through the pencil and onto the paper.

Dinner came and was eaten, the clock ticked onwards, and eventually I found myself growing tired. Even in bed, however, the sleep never came. Every time I thought about tomorrow, anticipation would shoot through me. I’d spent a whole year of my life in this facility, recovering from my accident, learning how to be a hero again, and tomorrow, I’d finally be allowed to leave.

I couldn’t wait.

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Elevators were something of an enigma to me. I could count on one hand how many times I’d ridden in one. That very first day - the day I’d woken from the green - I remembered being carted into a small box in a wheelchair along with Father, and when the doors opened again, we were somewhere else. It only succeeded in worsening the state of abject confusion I was in. By now, theoretically, I knew they were just taking me to different levels of the facility beyond the access of the stairs in my section, but the novelty had as of yet failed to wear off. Being able to get from one place to another without moving was always mystifying to me.

Today, however, I had to contain my excitement at getting to ride in one. I was at Father’s side, travelling upwards out of the facility for the very first time. He had told me not to expect much action for my first day; he wanted to get me used to the city and my role before sending me on any solo patrols. Should anything exciting happen, it would be the police tracking down a suspect and sending me to apprehend them. As much as I disliked combat, the prospect of any sort of change to my schedule was enticing.

The elevator finally stopped moving, and the doors in front of me opened to a wide, dimly lit concrete room. I followed Father out, stepping around the large, metal, wheeled things lined up in rows all over the place. The urge to ask what they were was strong, but I knew better than to speak without permission. If it was important, Father would tell me in time.

Eventually, we stopped at one of the metal things. It was all black, quite boxy in shape. Father stepped around one side of it, and when I went to follow him, he paused, looking at me with a confused expression.

“Oh, of course,” he said, a wry grin forming on his lips. “You’ve never seen a car before, have you?”

“This is a car?” I asked. I’d read about them in my books, but due to the nature of the facility, I’d never actually seen one in person before.

“Yes. Get in on the other side.”

He showed me how to work the door, so I went around the car and followed his command, taking my seat next to him. He strapped himself in, then leaned over to do the same for me, instructing me on how to do it for myself. The day had barely even started and I was already learning so much.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, I did yelp a little when the car started moving, despite knowing to expect it from reading about them. My embarrassment was quickly replaced with awe, however, as we drove out onto the streets of the city.

I’d never seen anything like it before. There were cars everywhere, the roads stretching on as far as I could see, bordered by buildings so tall it was like they were piercing the sky itself. And speaking of the sky! I couldn’t believe just how blue it was! I’d spent my entire life surrounded by greys and whites and blacks. Seeing such a bright, beautiful colour stretching out above me was breathtaking. My heart was pounding in my chest from the sheer amazement alone.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Father asked, no doubt noticing how enamoured I was as I craned my neck to see out the windows. “Welcome to Tombguard, the city of heroes.”

I turned and looked at him. “Permission to speak?”

“Granted.”

“Why is it called that?” I asked. “Isn’t that name a little… morbid? Aren’t tombs where people get buried after they die?”

“I’m glad you asked. It has to do with the city’s conception. A long, long time ago, there was… an entity, shall we say. A being of great power that roamed the earth, causing chaos and destruction, subjugating populations to Its will. They called It the Godling, as Its strength was second only to that of what we recognised as a God. It had the powers of creation and decimation, and almost anything that It wished would come to pass with a mere thought. The only thing It couldn’t control was the human spirit. It is said that the ancestors of the de Vygon family forged a blade capable of taking down this monstrosity. After a fierce battle, the beast was impaled with the blade, sealing away Its power. The family imprisoned It, deep below the earth, and this city was built around It to maintain Its cage. It is believed that the blood of the Godling still runs to this day, seeping into the ground and spreading through the earth, and that it’s what gives people like you their powers. That is why there are so many heroes here; proximity to the Godling’s prison increases the likelihood of a child being born with power, but there are also more monster attacks here than anywhere else on earth. The demand necessitates supply. Hence; Tombguard, the city of heroes.”

For some reason, the thought of whatever ‘monster attacks’ were sent a shiver down my spine and had my hair standing on end, but I brushed it off. “The de Vygon family? You mean your ancestors were the ones who fought that thing?”

Father nodded. “Indeed. Though we no longer have access to the Godling’s prison. That honour passed to a different branch of the family, one that no longer bears the name.”

He sounded almost bitter about it. I knew better than to ask what that was about though, so I turned back to the window, taking in the beauty of the outside world.

—

Father took me on a tour around the city, showing me all of the sights, taking me down as many side-streets as he could so that I could start to learn the layout. I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage, though. The whole thing was like a maze! There were so many twists and turns, and after a while, a lot of it started to look the same. I supposed it would probably be easier once I got on top of the buildings, as heroes apparently often did. I’d just have to wait and see.

We were pulled up at a stop light when it happened. A shout from the side of the road caught my attention.

“Hey, stop! Thief!”

My whole body lit up with adrenaline. This was it! My chance to take down a real criminal! I looked to Father for approval.

“Go ahead, Seven. But be gentle. You want to make a good first impression, after all.”

I nodded, removing my seatbelt and all-but launching myself out the door. The commotion was happening outside of something Father had told me was called a ‘general store.’ There was a man at the door, angrily shouting, pointing down the street at another person who was sprinting away, something cradled in their arms. I wasted no more time, using my shadows to fortify my legs and propel myself forward.

Father had specified to be gentle, so I didn’t bother using my shadows for anything else, just crashing into the criminal and tackling them down to the ground, pinning their arms behind their back. Two loaves of bread and a carton of milk scattered across the ground in front of us.

“Ah! What the hell?!” the thief said, craning their head around to look up at me. It was a young man, probably not much older than me. “Please, it’s just a little food! I’m just trying to feed my family!”

I knew how it felt to go hungry, but that didn’t mean I could go easy on this guy. He was a criminal, after all, and they would always try to spin a tale to convince me to let them go. I tightened my grip as he futilely struggled against it.

“Argh! What kind of superhero are you?! This isn’t your job!”

I wasn’t certain I had permission to speak, so I kept my mouth shut. Otherwise, I would’ve argued against that. This was what I had been training for my whole life – as far back as I could remember, at least. What else could my job possibly be?

“Backup is on the way to take him to the station,” Father said, approaching us. “Good work, Seven.”

“Thank you, sir.”

By then, a crowd had started to form, watching the scene unfold.

“Is that a new hero?”

“I’ve never seen them before.”

“That black armour is scary…”

“Are they working with the police?”

Father stepped around me, facing the amassing group of people.

“The show’s over, folks! Nothing to see here, just Tombguard’s newest hero doing her job. The police will be here soon, so I’d advise you all to clear out.”

The crowd took Father’s advice and dispersed, leaving us alone with the owner of the store, who came over and picked up his discarded stock.

“I’ve never heard of a hero working with the cops before, but boy am I glad for it now, Mr…?”

Father smiled, holding out his hand to shake. “Andreas de Vygon, Captain of the 23rd precinct, and the handler of our newest superhero; Seven.”

“Well, thank you, Captain. Thank you both. I’ll be sure to let everyone know that the 23rd has the backs of us business owners, unlike the rest of the Heroes’ Union, those freeloading bastards.”

Father laughed. I had to take a second to process it. I didn’t think I’d ever heard him laugh before.

“Oh, I assure you, Seven is not part of the Heroes’ Union. She actually helps the city.”

“Ha! You said it! Well, I’ll see you around. Feel free to stop by anytime for a discount!”

The man left, and the police arrived not long after, rolling up in one of those black and white cars I had seen after departing from the facility elevator. Two more men stepped out; one in a blue uniform, and the other dressed a little more casually in a button-up and trenchcoat. Both of them peered at me curiously before approaching.

I let the one in blue take over in handling the criminal, finally climbing to my feet and returning to Father’s side, where the other man was. His light brown, grey-streaked hair was messily slicked back, and the lower half of his face was covered with stubble. He looked me over with an unparsable expression.

“So,” he said. “This is Project Genesis, huh? Shorter than I thought they’d be.” His voice was husky and deep.

“This is Seven, Detective Matthews,” Father corrected. “The product of Project Genesis.”

Detective Matthews grunted. “How’d you convince a hero to work with us, anyway?”

“That’s confidential, detective. Now, don’t you have a shoplifter to process?”

He sighed. “Yes, sir.”

A loud crash from down the street caught everyone’s attention. My heart felt like it stopped in my chest at the sight of what caused it.

It was like a section of the ground itself had come alive. A huge, pinkish mass of tentacles and eyeballs rose out from a destroyed section of road, coated and shielded by the concrete and asphalt sticking to its blotchy skin. It thrashed at everything around it; ripping out lampposts, throwing cars, smashing buildings, enraged at the sheer concept of life itself, not able to comprehend why it had been forced to be.

Why has it been forced to be? It thinks this is a question one should ask itself, little shadow.

…What? Whose voice was that? The words echoed through my skull like a concussion; their source utterly unknown but their sound viscerally painful; a thousand nails driving their tips into my brain with every syllable. As quickly as it had begun, however, the words and their suffering disappeared, and I was left to wonder if either had even existed in the first place.

“Are you afraid, Seven?” came Father’s voice from my right; deep and solid and beautifully real, tearing me back into the physical world.

“N-no,” I lied, the word cracking as it came out. In truth, the sight before me was almost petrifying. My entire body screamed at me to run, flee, hide from the impossible thing wreaking havoc down the road.

“Do not lie to me,” Father replied.

I sucked in a breath. Perhaps honesty was better than feigned confidence in a situation such as this. “Yes.”

“I expected you might be. It was one of those… things that injured you in the first place. I’m not surprised that an instinctive fear has persisted, in spite of your… memory loss. Don’t worry, your job is here. The Union will deal with it.”

As if summoned by his words, it was then that I saw two figures in the distance leap off of a nearby rooftop towards the creature. A huge shard of ice materialised from nowhere, skewering the monstrosity straight through. It swung a tentacle at the heroes, but they suddenly disappeared, reappearing on the ground a little ways away. The fight continued on like that - ice spear, dodge, ice spear, dodge - until the thing was nothing more than a limp chunk of flesh, leaking water from its death wounds. They made it look easy.

All of a sudden, the two appeared right in front of us. One of them flinched away from the other.

“Fuck! I told you not to do that, Viv!”

I was starstruck.

Standing before me was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I didn’t know why, but it felt like my insides were tearing themselves apart with need just at the sight of her alone. Her outfit was mostly white, made of a seemingly thin material that didn’t really leave much to the imagination, with a mask covering the top half of her face. Her blonde hair was shaved at the sides, but longer on top and at the back, messy and streaked with darker brown. Her downturned lips were a pale shade of pink; soft and enticing. I couldn’t explain it. I couldn’t justify it. There was just something in my very being that wanted to be near her in any way possible.

The other one - Viv, I presumed - put her hands up in apologetic surrender. She wasn’t wearing a mask at all – in fact, both of them were showing a lot more skin than I thought heroes were allowed to, based on what Father had told me. Her red hair was shorter, tousled and hanging loose from a small ponytail, no doubt messed up from the fight. She was quite pretty, too, but she didn’t have the strange allure that the other woman had, for whatever reason. She turned back to us.

“Hey, Uncle Steve!”

Detective Matthews cleared his throat. “Good morning, Vivienne. Nice work out there. You too, Madeline.”

Madeline. The name rang through my head like a bell. I felt like I was forgetting something.

“Thanks!” Vivienne turned to me. “So, a new hero, huh? What’s your name?”

“We’re done here, Seven,” Father said, putting a hand on my shoulder and guiding me back to the car. I tried to crane my head around to get another look at the two heroes, but a spark of sharp pain at the back of my neck reminded me of what happened when I disobeyed, so I quickly gave that up.

It was only when we were back in the car, buckled up and moving away from the scene, that Father spoke again.

“You should watch out for those other heroes, Seven. They’re freeloading scum whose only contribution is showing up once a month when those monsters attack and taking all the glory for killing them. They’ll try to corrupt you with promises of wealth and camaraderie, but they can offer you nothing I cannot already provide for you. Especially stay away from that blonde one; Madeline. That’s an order.”

Of course. That was just my luck. “Yes, Father.”

“Oh, and while I’m at it, I might as well mention it before I forget. Kill the black-winged one on sight should you see it.”

With those cryptic orders, he fell silent and I was left to ponder what that could possibly mean, staring out the window, longing to feel the breeze on my skin.

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