I Know A Lot Of People Put Nahida And Wanderer’s Relationship As “Aunt And Nephew” Or “Mother

Prompt 138

The dripping water from the leaky cell roof was the only way of telling time. By Hero’s estimate, three to four weeks had passed. Blindfolded and bound in the dark, Hero yearned for the sound of someone’s voice, or even a gentle touch. They missed their home. Bed. Lover. In hindsight, the break-up should never have happened. On again, off again… why had it taken Villain capturing them to realize how they belonged together? Their life was always better with Lover.

Villain watched through cameras from two floors above, taking special note of Hero’s hiccups and silent sobs. Now was as good a time as any. They rushed downstairs. Showtime.

“Hero!” they gasped, flinging open the door. “I can’t believe I finally found you.”

Hero resisted the urge to thrash at the familiar voice. They had to be hallucinating. Isolation had finally gotten to them. Unless… “Lover?”

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll get you out.” Villain ripped at the ropes, careful to only use a civilian’s level of strength.

Sobs tore from Hero’s throat. “Lover, I was so scared. Villain captured me right after we broke up and they left me here alone-” they threw their arms around their rescuer’s neck. Lover had come for them- even when there was no reason to. “I’m sorry. For everything.” Hero gasped, clutching at their lifeline. “I love you.”

Perfect. Villain smiled “I know.” they murmured, stroking the top of Hero’s head.

From the way Hero was talking, Villain didn’t think it would be a battle to get them to move back in. They belonged together. And if Hero forgot again… This punishment had been effective. Very effective.

Effective enough to try again.

"— I can care of myself, Always did! Is not gonna change now, Mum didn't cared this much why you wanna do? U shouldn't either!" The hero yells frustrated, the villain eyed them with worry.

The hero didn't wanted cookies and play things, They're the hero that was supposed to take down the villain! if only they stopped being so stubborn.

" — That's child abuse, I refuse to fight a kid" Says the villain wondering how much time it would take to child protection services listen to their call.

"— I grew faster than anyone, I'm not a damn kid! I don't play and whine like them, I don't even have time for that!" The child looked miserable, their eyes watering at every angry pitched scream.

"— What the heck they did?" The villain's voice creaks, Anger filled his whole being, How dare they? This small chaotic gremlin will have a childhood, They would spoil them rotten and let the world burn with it's own darkness.

The ropes were incredibly thick, bounding the hero tightly to the chair. They tried to wiggle their way out but the ropes only dug deeper into their flesh. Shoot shoot shoot.

[Hero] gazed at their friends who banged against the container desperately, cursing at the criminal as they stalked towards the hero.

"You've got two choices, dear hero." [Villain] murmured as they held a controller with two buttons in front of their face. "Incinerate the rest of the city or incinerate your friends."

"Screw you." [Hero] spat in [Villain]'s face. Their lover simply laughed as they wiped off the spit. If the hero knew who the love of their life really was, they would've never said yes.

"If you don't make a choice, I'll just press them both. And remember either option, you choose..." [Villain] pressed their lips onto their captive's cheek, grazing a finger over the ring on [Hero]'s villain. "You're stuck with me."

Redcreste Academy: The School For The Struggling And The Dangerous - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1: Welcome To Redcreste Academy

“In our world, powers evolve and grow alongside humanity. They are part of us all, after all. Everyone around you is born with powers, whether it be small or large, quiet or loud, innovative or destructive. Some will use their powers for little things in everyday life or maybe they’ll grow up to be someone… “righteous”… like a hero. Children are well… children. They are still growing and do not properly understand the world nor do they understand the powers they have been gifted, so more often and not these powers may get out of hand. It's normal for everyone of course but sometimes they will lose complete control, causing an incident or two. Perhaps even a tragedy. 

This is why our government and the great heroes that guard and guide us founded Redcreste Academy, a power specialty school for the children who are struggling with their powers. If your child’s powers are causing harm to others or to themselves, then we here at Redcreste Academy will provide them with all the facilities and resources, all the care and guidance they’ll need. Alongside providing them with the best of education and guidance to set them up for their futures, we will provide them with help them understand and control their powers and give them a safe environment to be free of judgement and fear of themselves.

We will provide one on one sessions with specially chosen trainers, doctors, or whoever it is you’ll need. If your power is causing others harm, causing yourself harm, or even if no one is being harmed yet the world shuns you for having the audacity to exist with such an ability, then we will provide whatever you’ll need to feel safe and supported in this world. So what if one or two things get destroyed, wouldn’t be the worst our students have done.

Yes, we are fully aware of our school’s reputation. Many call our children unpredictable, uncontrollable, villainous but I assure you that our children are simply that. Children. Children in need of care, respect, and help. Many of our children may have been forced into administration by law and court because of behavioral issues, destruction, or whatever incidents might have occurred but they’re getting the help they need to take back control of what they are doing but their presence doesn’t distract from the fact that many enter this school willingly because of health reasons or perhaps to get away from the judgement other schools have given them.

But nevermind what you have done to get into this school. We are happy that you are here and we are happy to help you with whatever struggles you are facing. For a brighter and safer future for us, let's start with ourselves first. You can’t help the world if you can’t help yourself first, especially when you need it. 

I am your principal Miss Sullivan, and I welcome you to Redcreste Academy.”

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Brooke Rovin turned her head to look out the car window as she sat in the very back seat, a hero and their sidekick shooting through the sky, in between the buildings and over the trees, unfortunately too fast for Brooke to get a good look. Flight powers all looked similar but always had very little differences in how they worked and Brooke loved looking for all the little differences.

Human society has grown and shaped itself around powers. The buildings and cars designed to withstand those with inhuman strength, the roads designed to be able to handle speedsters or those with their own ways of travel, the bridges and wires always making room for those with flight, the doctors ready for whatever accidents may occur or whatever way a power may affect your health, the way the government always made sure to keep a close eye on everything to keep things in check.

If you asked Brooke Rovin what she thought about powers she’d tell you they were a part of the nature of humanity that everyone sees and knows exists yet very few understand. It is something everyone is born with, something everyone is blessed with, something that grows alongside you. Something that can be strong and bright or weak and quiet (or so they say). Some use their powers to do good while others choose to do harm and others use it simply for their day to day. 

That's how heroes and villains were created after all. Annoying really how they cause unneeded violence everywhere but Brooke did oh so enjoy watching them fight. She got to study powers when given no rules or restrictions and oh how she loves figuring out every way they channeled abilities and what could be done better and the ways the powers affect the body and theorizing on how the negative effects could be balanced more-

Oh, if Brooke could she would catch bits and parts of them all, store them in jars, and then study them under a microscope. Though that is not physically possible because powers can not be simply grabbed and stored into something and they are immeasurable and can not be cut up. Brooke also has yet to own a microscope, or jars. Maybe she could ask her parents for one…

Though, she will have to wait when they have stopped being upset, them and her older siblings. They have yrt to say a word on the way to her new school. They all were furious when it was said that Brooke would be sent to Redcreste Academy. They didn’t want it known that they couldn’t contain their daughter’s dangerous abilities and were mad at the teachers who yelled back at them. Brooke apologized and admitted she was at fault for not controlling herself and that she will try to understand what upset so many people. 

Brooke can sort of understand why they were at her, but she was doing what her parents had always told her to do. They were always talking about how Brooke should become a hero like them and do good and if in a dangerous situation she should try to calm people down and tell them not to panic. According to most, an earthquake counts as a dangerous situation. She told them not to panic, they stopped panicking. It’s how her power works of course they all immediately stopped. It’s voice compulsion, they’ll do what Brooke says and Brooke said to calm down.  

Maybe they were upset at the morality of what she did? Yes, she did violate consent, and Brooke will admit to that. People do not like being controlled (Brooke’s abilities seem to be able to also affect emotions and thoughts it seems but not enough that the person’s awareness that they’re being controlled is absent… it is probably instinct because people do not like being “mind controlled”). Though they seemed more upset at Brooke’s powers being used at all. Brooke’s parents had always called her dangerous, when they thought she couldn’t hear her, Brooke has yet to understand why. 

But why would any of that make them so upset at having to send her to Redcreste Academy. Everyone says that that school is where they send all the dangerous children. She is dangerous, is she not? This way she’ll get to keep herself under control just as her parents want. Brooke will also get to learn more about her abilities as Redcreste is deemed a controlled environment. Brooke won’t say it out loud but she has always wanted to see what her own abilities could do, the limits it could possibly reach… testing her abilities on rats she managed to catch in the garden had its difficulties and limitations unfortunately.

But studying her own powers is not the most exciting thing. Studying the others will be. Redcreste students are always described as uncontrollable children with dangerous abilities. Oh, the things Brooke could observe and analyze. Brooke got herself a new notebook for this. Matilda had informed her using a camera was stalking so sketching will have to do. She always loved trying to figure out how powers worked and trying to learn the limits of people’s abilities. She was told it was people watching… yes she supposes it is. She is watching people to study them. She fails to see why her brother was laughing as he said that, it was not stalking at the very least. 

She’s only followed someone to study them once. No one realized so therefore, there is no problem.

Brooke could see the car approaching closer and closer to the school, her hand reached towards her suitcase. Other kids wearing the signature red uniforms of Redcreste Academy, were coming into view around the sidewalks and out of the cars parked near the streets. Brooke saw her mother let out a sigh.

Brooke knew they were upset, she wishes that they were not but she always seems to make their moods worse. So she’ll keep quiet for now. She’s got classes to learn from and people to dissect. That is all she will ever need.

It will be a good few years, even if she spends these years alone yet again. Brooke will make sure it will be good nonetheless..

My Love In The Sea

The captain walked near the side of the ship. The rest of the crew were asleep, note a single light was on. The captain looked across the vast and endless ocean and looked for something. Any splash or small gleam in the darkness on the night. The call however stayed, calling the captain to jump into the waters below and to return again into the arms of the ocean, to return again into the arms of her beloved. She smiled at the memories of walking to a hidden part of the bridge under a cliff where she and her beloved would meet every evening before she started sailing. They would spend hours together, talking, singing, giving each other gifts and kisses all over. Exchanging gifts was something they loved to do. Her love always enjoyed giving her rings and shells while she gave her dearest small flowers and necklaces.

The captain reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a locket. It was silver and had flower and ocean themed carvings all over. She ran her fingers over the design, feeling every lovely engraving of the locket. The inside part of the locket and her beloved, engraved into the metal. Forever together in some sort of way. One of the last things her love ever gifted to her. The last thing her dearest had done with her the last time they ever spoke. Before that darn ship decided to cast her dearest out on the sea.

Every day that passed without her love made her want to tear through the entire ocean floor apart so she could simply see her love one last time. Oh how she wished she could claw open the throats of those who dared to blame the storm on her love and cast her over the boat and into the ocean. Well, she supposes blasting their ship and leaving them to drown was a good enough punishment. Their fear filled faces and cries for help were almost as wonderful as her beloved’s singing.

Her fingers still moved over the engraving of the necklace, she wondered what the water below would feel like, if they would feel as warm and comforting as her love was no matter how cold they both were in the winter. She wondered if her love would smile at her again even after all the things she had done.

She had bathed villages in blood, she burned down villages and ships, drowned helpless victims, tricked all those who dared to challenge her into giving up their lives for a failed attempt to gain riches. All their screams were a wonderful melody in her ears. She had explored almost every piece of land and ocean that the world had to offer. Gained almost every piece of treasure and gold that she could get her hands on.

She heard her love call out for her again. She saw the way the water moved towards her. Her beloved was calling for her again. She promised her love that she would travel the world for her and then she would come and return to her. Her love seemed to have missed her. What a silly thing her dearest was. She knew her love had followed her around on every trip and venture.

She knew they were always there with her. But she couldn’t say the same. She wasn’t truly with her beloved yet. But she was about to be.

She looked down into the waters below. The locket around her neck. She stared into the ocean and heard the final calling of her love. Her love was waiting underneath the waters for her. Her love had been waiting every day. Her beloved was calling out for her so that they could be together again. Oh how she was ready to return to her beloved's arms. To see her smile and laughter again.

The captain looked behind the ship once more. She saw her first mate standing behind her. Her first mate didn’t need her to speak to know what she was about to do and where she was about to go. A silent nod and they returned back inside the ship.

She smiled. She stood off at the edge of the ship. And she jumped.

Right into the waters below.

Deep into the ocean where you can never be found.

And there she saw her once more. Her beloved’s long hair and tail practically curled around her. Arms wrapped around her as she felt every sense of drowning leave and felt herself breathing under the surface. Her beloved’s voice happily laughed right into her ears and she felt her body slowly seem to change in some way, apparently her love couldn’t wait anymore.

The siren was ecstatic to see her dearest again. She waited so long and so patiently for them to be together again. She felt arms return the hug as her darling’s transformation continued on. She giggled as she removed parts of the needless complicated fabric so that her love’s changing could be as painless and comfortable as possible. 

Death never came to both on the nights they fell into the ocean. Supposed death couldn’t keep them apart forever. Because here they were together in the ocean once more.

Curse my friend. I asked her what she think Aeolus would sound like if they were voiced by a dude instead of a gal and she said “like Eurylochus”.

So fuck. Now I hear fucking Armando Julian when I mentally sing Keep Your Friends Close-

Papers Out!

The thriller/comedy series I'm writing featuring character stereotypes that I either change completely or improve/expand details on. It focuses on a newspaper club filled with some of the main stereotypes you see in teen movies as they get dragged into a mystery involving human experimentation and the paranormal going on within their up tight private boarding school. My main cast includes an anxious nerd with a strange obsession with perfection, his sheltered catholic best friend who also embodies the gay best friend troupe, a mute theater kid who has definitely got arrested for arson at some point, a jock who acts as the groups overprotective older brother who is a bit far too caring, and the school's popular girl who definitely does not have a strange obsession with her image and has crippling insecurities.

I really love writing found family. Like no its not them kissing, making out, and going through the dumb ass drama but a bunch of chaotic and feral children arguing with each other as the parental figure of the groups drinks what's probably their 10th glass of wine in the morning.

I just really like the whole idea of finding comfort with other people and choosing who their family is. But then with every new found family story I create, the more I realize I may have issues with my relationship with my own family.

Prompt #24

"Sweetheart," Villain cooed with a sympathetic smile. "It's okay."

They pulled the limp hero onto their lap, brushing hair out of their eyes and scrubbing dirt off Hero's cheeks lightly with the pad of their thumb.

"It's not your fault that Organization failed to tell you you were their peace offering."

Villain's smile turned from soft sympathy to wicked amusement. "I have the funnest things planned for you."

Hello, I have a prompt request for a hero’s failed attempts to escape an arranged marriage with the villain, hope you’re having a good fall!

“I do hope getting married in secret before we could be engaged wasn’t your plan, was it? You see, no one would dare touch you. Not when you’re meant to be mine, not when they know what I would do to them.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Oh,” said the villain, holding up the plans that the hero was sure they had burned in the fireplace, “don’t you?”

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“Just let me go!” they cried. “You don’t love me, and I don’t love you. What are you forcing me to stay for, your own sick enjoyment? Just to watch me drown in misery?”“I keep you for the status,” the villain replied, crisp and entirely businesslike. “Because you’re my conquest, the symbol of my victory. You should be glad I let you roam free as my partner-to-be, rather than keeping you in a cage as a trophy.”

—–

They had evaded the staff, the security, the dogs and the motion sensors, the cameras and the keypads. Now they stood at the edge of the villain’s property, with only a chainlink fence separating them from freedom.A chainlink fence, and the villain themself. “You weren’t trying to escape, were you?” The villain fluttered their eyelashes, a cruel smile playing on their lips. “After all, that might hurt my feelings. You wouldn’t want to risk that, would you?”

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