SAVIOR.

but i was sick for kinda liking it

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Prompt: Nonconsensual Voyeurism - @unwholesomeocweek

Content Warning: Dubious Consent, Power Dynamics

Sneak Peek:

“I’m serious about this Maliksi,” Snake purred before locking eyes with Diego again. “If I really wanna put you in your place, I’d like an audience.”

Diego raises a brow, pushing aside his long black dreads as he smirks. “Your freaky ass assistant watching from the balcony ain’t enough of an audience for you? Damn, you’re more of an egomaniac than I thought.”

Snake pauses, huffing a little as his amber eyes glow a bright purple. The snake tattoo on his arm does the same as he forcefully pulls Diego closer to him. “It’s not enough for me to own your little friends. I have to let the other Elites know you fully submit to me.”

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Prompt: Coercion - @unwholesomeocweek

Content Warning: underage rape/non-con, statutory rape, themes of grooming, pedophilia, threats of violence, references to forced object penetration, explicit adult x minor relationship

Sneak Peak:

“You just what?”

The shift in tone makes Eirwyn tense a little. It also feels demeaning. Like Vincent knew he wasn’t going to have a good answer and it wasn’t worth listening to. Nothing Eirwyn ever says is worth listening to. Unless it made Vincent laugh or made him come.

“And please don’t come up with another stupid excuse,” Vincent rolls his eyes as he gropes Eirwyn by his thighs. “Then I’ll definitely know you’re stalling.”

“I’m not stalling,” Eirwyn replies, a bit quieter than he meant for it too. “I just think I need some preparation first, my makeup isn’t even—”

“I don’t care. You look good.”

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Content Warning: Violence, Blood & Injury, Manipulation

Prompt: Hatefucking

Sneak Peek:

“I’m tired of waiting, Adsy.”

When the base had been infiltrated, Adam didn’t even think of contacting the others. Even though he had more than enough allies by now in every Sector to ask for help, he couldn’t risk any of them finding out about the temporary partnership between him and Eirwyn. Especially not Nicole or Diego. 

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Prompt: Possessive Behavior - @unwholesomeocweek

Content Warning: drugging, needles, wound care, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship, past trauma, brief depiction of panic attack, flashback of graphic murder

Sneak Peek:

They were just innocent people. Young members from the Garden that mistook Adam for a threat. Before he could even de-escalate the situation, all Eirwyn had to do was place a hand on the attacker’s chest and watch his entire body freeze in place while his limbs shattered piece by piece. Now nothing but chunks of ice scattered across the ground. And quickly after, stabbing large icicles into the chest of the two other victims and piercing their heart until they choked and gurgled on their own blood. The ghastly image was so vivid in Adam’s mind, and he’s seen so much violence already. But the animalistic murder of two Insurgents that likely had no true intention of causing any harm happening right in front of him…The deranged look in Eirwyn’s eyes while his face was covered with their blood.

Gazing directly at him with those adoring eyes. Adam couldn’t stop the grimace forming on his face before deciding to respond.

1. How would they define love if asked

2. When someone says "this is [character name] coded," what comes to your mind

3. if somebody told the character that they admire them what would they feel and how would they react to it

4. How much weight do they give to others' opinions of them

5. When bad things happen, do they usually think it happened to them or because of them

6. How well do they cope with the reality of their mortality

7. How easily and frequently do they ask for help

8. What is their perspective on religion and the concept of God

9. When in pain do they take it out on others or do they keep it inside

10. Their most defining moment vs your favorite one of them

11. One word they'd use to describe themselves, one you'd use to describe them and lastly a word that their closest/loved one would use to describe them

12. How committed are they to their principles, and what might get them to abandon them

13. Is there a moral line they would never cross

14. What could be considered as their worst moment

15. Do they have a stomach for violence and harm and if so do they only do it out of necessity or at any whim

16. Do they idolize anyone, if so why is that

17. How open are they to change their viewpoints on matters

18. Are they vengeful or do they easily forgive and forget or do they not forgive but don't go as far as acting on that

19. What's their strongest emotion, the one which mostly rules them and compells them to action

20. Are they more inclined to take or give

21. How much do they prioritize their own survival, and what lengths would they go to for self-preservation

22. What is their relationship with their body like

23. How connected do they feel to their community and society

24. Do they self harm and if so in which way

25. What's the worst physical or mental pain they've ever endured

26. How do their family and their relationship with them influence their perspective and the way they navigate life

27. Are they content with their sexuality and gender expression? would a difference in their sexuality and gender affect their role in the story and if so how

28. How much importance do they place on their appearance, and on others' appearance

29. What criteria do they use to assess others' character

30. Do they take themselves too seriously

31. How easily do they forgive themselves after making a mistake and how easily do they forgive others

32. Are they more concerned with the bigger picture or are they hung up on the details

33. Do they prioritise other people's needs over their own or the other way around

34. What do they believe their hands were made for

35. Do they consider themselves lucky or privileged

36. What is their level of emotional intelligence and social adeptness

37. Presented with three different ponds offering eternal health, strength, or wealth, which one would they choose to drink from, they can only drink from one

38. In the event of an apocalypse with only one limited safe haven available, whom or what would they prioritize bringing along

39. If they could end one thing—be it a person, ideology or misfortune—what would they choose to eradicate

40. Would breaking their heart be a quick task or would it require significant effort

41. Are they comfortable expressing their emotions and thoughts

42. If given the chance to bring back someone from the dead, who would they choose and why

43. With whom or when do they feel most authentic and true to themselves

44. Do they believe they are more in control or being controlled (by others, their circumstances or their life in general) and are they correct in their assumption

45. What is their fatal flaw

46. To what extent does shame or guilt influence their psyche

47. If they were an object, Which material(s) would they be made of

48. What gets them out of the bed each morning and how obvious is that motivation to those around them

49. Do they believe there's a cause, person, or a goal worth sacrificing their life for

50. If faced with a magical mirror revealing their deepest fear and greatest desire instead of their reflection, what would they see and would they be surprised by it

51. What does responsibility mean to them and do they embrace it or take it on reluctantly

52. Does their race significantly shape their personality or is it more of a background aspect

53. How entitled do they feel to others' emotions, time or labor

54. Are they more likely to do a good deed if they know it will be noticed or do they not care about acknowledgment

55. Do they live in the past, the present or the future

56. How do they go about making decisions: do they consult a particular individual, rely on a trusted group, consider input from anyone willing to share or solely trust their own judgment

57. How likely are they to intervene if they witness something illegal or immoral, If they choose to get involved what method do they typically use, Does their eagerness to correct the situation and their approach vary depending on the perpetrator's status, closeness or strength

58. When it comes to hope do they view it as: impractical or necessary and why is that

59. Do they tend to overwork themselves

60. What type of smart are they

61. If they could make people do whatever they wanted without any consequences, would they use that power and if so how

Zahra’s hand held tightly onto Adam’s, whose gaze was now directed at the floor. He was looking for something more interesting than this discussion. Because he knew it was bound to escalate in less than two minutes.

“No, ma’am.” The Patrol officer said, standing right next to the digital clerk that was supposed to be accepting their tickets right now. “You’re a paying customer. Your son on the other hand—”

“Don’t be a smartass mate. Obviously I paid for him too. He’s a kid.”

“Well, if he was just any other Normal kid that would be fine, but…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

A heavy tension filled the air as passerbys in the theater stopped to watch. Zahra didn’t pay them no mind, staring fiercely at the officer who was wearing a clenched smile on his face that could only be read as smug, at least from Adam’s perspective. Patrol rarely ever acted nice because they wanted to be. In school, the teachers taught them that keeping order was important for the sake of Superhumans and Powerless.

But that didn’t seem to translate well when it came to public beatings, intimidation, or even executions. One of his classmates who dared to speak out against it learned that lesson quite well. He can still remember how she was roughly dragged outside of the room, temporarily suspended for a week. Though that punishment was practically nothing in comparison to the bruises on her face.

“Well!?” Zahra shouted, once again alerting the attention of other civilians and startling Adam out of his daydream. He hid his face even if it wouldn’t stop people from looking. “Don’t just stand there like an idiot. Explain yourself.”

The officer chuckles as if this entire situation was a joke to him. “I’m afraid it means you aren’t welcome here, ma’am.”

Zahra raised a brow, taking a step closer as she adjusted the handbag on her shoulder. “So, you’re not going to elaborate on whatever strange assumption you’ve made about my son?”

For some reason Adam starts feeling dizzy, and he can hear whispers from every corner of the room.

“Isn’t that the hybrid kid? What’s he doing here?” One woman mutters to her friend.

“I feel bad for the poor lad. His mother clearly isn't a good influence on him.” An older man says with a sympathetic tone.

Adam swallows a lump in his throat as he turns around to look at a gathering crowd, glaring at them until their voices grow silent.

“I think you of all people should know that bringing your child here with you is a violation,” the Patrol officer says with a now unimpressed look. No longer hiding his disgust. “Now, unless you want to make a formal complaint at our office I think you should leave. You’re making a scene.”

“I don’t give a shit quite frankly.” Zahra snaps, pointing a finger at the officer. “My son should be respected like every other patron here. It’s his birthday for Christ’s sake!”

“Celebrations at home can be just as fun, I’m sure.” The officer droned, gesturing towards the other moviegoers to move on and disperse. Adam tugged on his mother’s jacket, shaking his head as he noticed her rummaging through her bag.

“Mum, please. Just forget it. We can go somewhere else—”

“Hush, darling. Give me a moment, will you?”

It was useless. He couldn’t understand why his mom could be so persistent over something so small. Didn’t she realize spending time with him was enough?

“But Mama, what if they arrest you again?” Adam asked in a low whisper, which made Zahra immediately whip her head around. Her eyes were wide and filled with anxiety as she shushed him. But then, something made her freeze. The way her son looked at her with those pleading eyes.

Zahra hated giving into authority and sacrificing her own values for the sake of appearances. But right now, she has a son to care for. She couldn’t be selfish. Not now. Even if she did everything in her power to fight for a world where her and her child could be treated fairly. She sighed, looking at the officer with a strained smile and shrugged.

“You know what? You’re right. It’s not a big deal.” Zahra conceded with a laugh. She could feel herself cringing as she put on this mask, doing everything she could to placate this man. “We can always catch a flick on the telly. It is free after all.”

The officer chortled at Zahra’s joke, and despite Adam’s age even he could tell it was fake.

“Exactly. It’s convenient! Why not save money next time?” He says in amusement, clearly at their expense. “Just remember who’s wearing the badge next time and things won’t be so difficult for you.”

Zahra slowly nods, a sizzling anger hiding behind her smile as she bites the inside of her cheek. Adam watches his mother cautiously and then glances at the officer, now understanding why they went out of their way to provoke people. They needed a reason to punish someone acting out of line. The sudden realization made Adam feel a bit nauseous. He knew the world they were living in was dark, but still.

“Right. Apologies for my outburst.” Zahra responds with a lighter tone. “We’ll be on our way then! Take care.”

Zahra gently squeezed Adam’s hand as she led him towards the exit, ignoring the sneers and laughter coming from different directions. It wasn’t the insults that affected Adam, it was how they made his mother frown. How their words dimmed that neverending light in her eyes. And how at night she would cry herself to sleep because of them. He wanted them to feel every bit of pain they made her mother feel. But he didn’t know how to do that, and he was taught that it was wrong to hurt people just because they hurt you.

So, for now Adam just squeezed her hand back in comfort. Once they were out of earshot and walked a couple feet away from the cinema, Zahra mutters under her breath, “And while he’s at it he can shove that fugly badge up his arse.”

Adam snorts at the comment in spite of Zahra’s vulgarity. She rarely ever kept a filter around her eight year old son, but Adam preferred that because she was funnier and honest that way. To make up for the picture they missed, Zahra took Adam to their favorite ice cream shop. The owner was less conservative about Superhuman politics than other areas in the Common, and they were less likely to be bothered. Adam ordered his usual pistachio and Zahra got chocolate chip cookie dough.

There was an awkward silence between them, and Adam couldn’t shake the heavy guilt weighing on his shoulders. None of this would have happened if he hadn’t insisted on going to see the sequel of his favorite action movie. Maybe the officer, as unpleasant as he was, had the right idea.

“I know what you’re thinkin’ love.” Zahra says softly, before eating a small bite of ice cream from her cup. “You don’t gotta say it. I ruined the day for you, didn’t I?”

Adam blinked in surprise, quickly shaking his head. How could she come to that conclusion?

“What? No, I had a lot of fun.”

Zahra’s smile turns into a slight grimace. “I can tell when you’re lying.”

“I’m not lying mum, I mean it!” Adam insists, no matter how unconvinced her mom looked. “That festival you took us to was fun too! Even if we did miss the movie.”

Zahra looks at Adam fondly as she tilts her head. “Even if it had that really cool fight scene you wanted to see?”

Adam glances to the side a bit, swinging his feet. “Yeah, I guess. But that’s only because my friends were talking about it.”

Zahra chuckles, and for some reason Adam feels embarrassed. “It’s okay to enjoy things, love. And it’s also fine if you’re disappointed.”

Adam doesn’t say anything at first. He starts thinking about how he is disappointed, but then about how stupid that is. He thinks about how his mom was away from home more often than usual and had arguments with his dad about ‘cutting back’ on spending whenever they went shopping.

He looks down at his ice cream that’s about to melt, and he doesn’t want to eat any of it.

“Uh, mom? Do you know if there are any…” He hesitates, uncertain if he should even bring it up. “Any jobs at the place dad works at?”

Zahra presses the spoon in her cup and pauses. That bright smile that was on her face fell again. Adam didn’t mean for that to happen. She gazes at him for a moment.

“Don’t be ridiculous Adam. You’re way too young to be worrying about—”

“But I can help!” Adam pleads, a little too loudly. “Also, plenty of Vaits my age start working early too. It’s normal!”

Zahra closes her eyes and rubs her forehead. “Look love, just because it’s normal in our Sector doesn’t mean I want you doing it.” She lets out a shaky sigh, reaching out to take Adam’s hand. “I want you to be a kid. For as long as you can. Alright? Please.”

Adam starts to say something but stops once he sees tears in the corner of his mother’s eyes. He nods. She finally smiles again.

“Good.” She nods with satisfaction, voice quivering as she holds her son’s hand. After a long moment she releases it. “Now, let’s enjoy this ice cream, yeah? And get ready to head back home.”

Adam doesn’t want the day to end. But he does as his mom asks and eats another scoop.

“I’d say we’d be spoiling our dinner but, with your father’s cooking?” Zahra winces playfully, which makes Adam laugh a little in spite of everything. “We’re lucky if he doesn’t burn the whole place down by the time we get back.”

“Or worse,” Adam says in between bites. “There’s no seasoning.”

Zahra bursts out into laughter and Adam thinks the detour was all worth it in the end. He laughs along with her, forgetting about their worries even if it’s just for a while.

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Adam’s eyes are wide open as he wakes up with a jolt. He’s lying on the floor mattress still, and his head aches a bit. He slowly raises himself up.

Another dream about her.

He touches the small bracelet on his wrist, the only thing he had left. The door opens and someone walks in, turning the lights on.

“Adam? Is everything alright?”

It was Nicole holding a bowl of fruit. Apparently Diego was out on the lookout for today. Both of them insisted that Adam took a break, and it took him nearly passing out from exhaustion to actually accept the offer.

“I’m fine. Just woke up.” Adam looks back down at the bracelet. “What are you doing up? Thought you were resting.”

Nicole shrugs, smiling awkwardly. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Hm.”

She doesn’t hesitate to sit right next to Adam, her long golden braids falling over the sheets as she offers the fruit bowl to him.

“Not hungry.” Adam murmurs, shoving it away. Nicole looks at him with worry.

“You haven’t eaten in a while, Adam. I really think you should take at least one piece.” She picks out a small piece of mango and hands it to him. He stares at it before taking it and throwing it in his mouth.

“Thank you.” Nicole says with a relieved expression. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, but I’ve been a bit worried about you lately. Did you have a bad dream?”

Adam scoffs at the question, pondering it for a bit. He isn’t even sure. “I don’t think it was. But I can’t say if it was a good one either.”

“Ah…That makes sense. I mean, dreams can be pretty complicated. I know I’ve had plenty.”

“It’s not a big deal.” Adam tries to avoid Nicole’s gaze. He doesn’t want a conversation about this.

“You always say that.” Nicole shifts a little on the mattress, trying to study the look on Adam’s face. “But I won’t push you. Just let me know if you ever want to talk okay? I’m here for you.”

Adam wanted to believe that. And it probably was true. Nicole was the most compassionate woman he knew, next to his mother probably.

But he wasn’t ready. Not now.

“Thanks.” Adam tries to smile a little to reassure his friend, and whether Nicole believes it or not she smiles back.

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Summary: A flashback to the first time Vincent shows his true nature. Eirwyn during the present tries to return to him while Panya insists that he doesn’t.

Word Count: 8,236

Content Warning: CSA/sexual assault, rape, heavily implied grooming, drugging, physical abuse, verbal threats (PLEASE proceed with caution if any of these topics trigger you.)

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“You did a good job back there, kid.” Vincent chimed from the corner of the room, eyeing Eirwyn intently. “You should join me on the raids more often. We could always use the extra help after all.”

The thought lingers in Eirwyn’s head as an icy mist drifts through his hands, still doing his best to get a hold on his abilities. Remain disciplined. Just like Sister taught him.

An ice bow and arrow soon takes shape into his hands. He aims it at the target in front of him, doing his best to ignore the compliment. Eirwyn had only just met Vincent after all, and some of Bernadette’s older colleagues were rarely ever kind to him. Mostly because they envied his position, along with the “special treatment”.

He could care less.

Bernadette stares at you for a moment with pursed lips. There’s a strange glint in her eye, and a slight crack in her usually stoic expression. It’s not like she hasn’t been asked this question before, but there’s something about the way it’s phrased here that touches a nerve. Like it’s a challenge or a sign of doubt. She adjusts her glasses, clearing her throat before beginning to speak.

“A rather presumptuous question, but a fair one I suppose. Most would want to have faith in their new leader.” She sighs, shaking her head as she places a hand on her chest and glances down at you with what looks to be…sympathy? Pity?

“If you consider the amount of lies that not only the Administration has fed to the public, but those rather poor excuses for heroes as well, it would make sense why someone would doubt my abilities after seeing such a display. Of course, they would want to feel reassured.” She folds her hands together, raising her head up.

“However, I can assure you that someone like me is capable of this position. Not only will I provide the needs of both superhuman society and the Powerless, I will prevent others like me from being easily exploited. That comes with dismantling the Agency as a whole and allowing people to have a voice regardless of how they contribute with their abilities. I will grant them the freedoms and opportunities they have always wished for. I also believe I am resourceful and generous, and I can provide a home for those who have felt abandoned by heroes. Or by people who were meant to be there for them in the first place. I can be their hope.”

She smiles. It’s calm and serene. Comforting.

“I intend on taking power and making every Sector see reason. Because if they do not, more people will get hurt. I have no choice but to use force if persuasion will not bring others on my side. So, to answer your question, yes. I will bring about my new world at any cost.”