#gagging cw

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Original Work

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences 

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Relationships: Original Female Character(s) & Original Male Character(s), Original Male Character(s) & Original Non-Binary Character(s)

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Non-Binary Character(s), Original Characters, Original Cyborg Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Post-Canon, Future Fic, Parent-Child Relationship, Next Generation, (past) Emotionally Abusive Relationship, Past Violence, Manhandling, Original Character-centric, Begging, Gags, Partial Mind Control, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Whump, Whumptember 2024, cyborg, Revenge 

Series: Part 13 of The Fourteenth Zenith

Summary:

Sorya had neither forgiven nor forgotten Fross, even though it had been nearly thirty years after he ruined her best friend's life. And now that she and Franny were teaming up in their fight against Avad, and Fross was caught in the crossfire, she still felt vindicated when she watched him get his comeuppance later rather than never.

Even then, despite being unable to think about anything but revenge, there was a part of her that couldn't help but wonder if he truly deserved a fate worse than death - to be used as a living weapon - or, for that matter, if anyone did.

Featuring @soliscital’s OC Sorya 💞

Content warning: hazing, bullying, emeto reference, parental abuse mentioned, pledge soup is as gross and disturbing a concoction as you're probably imagining.

Thank you @boxboysandotherwhump 😊 here's a little snippet

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Even three years later, as a junior, the house's damp basement sends a shiver up Cam's spine. He gets out of there as quickly as possible, even when they're having fun with the new blood and march them single file down the stairs, blindfolded. 

The guys who initiated him were gone now, graduated. One of his former brothers, Sean, worked for an international pallet company now- in charge of distribution. Cam had looked him up late one night on his laptop, with his boxboy curled sleeping beside him.

Sean's photo was on the management page of the company website, smiling respectably above a suit. Cam chewed a hangnail on his thumb, remembering how Sean had sat on his chest and held his arms above his head so his brothers could force the last of the vile "pledge soup" down his throat while he gagged and retched.

Maybe this is why he always lets Zee off the hook on the "soup" ritual. Anything that's meant to provoke disgust, to get the pledges to break down or flat out refuse, he pulls Zee aside for. He pretends it's so he can hold him by the scruff of the neck and force him to watch, and he doesn't know if even Zee has figured out it's to spare him yet or not.

Cam had spat up in Sean's face, not caring that he was supposed to take this, that he was supposed to just endure whatever they threw at him to prove his dedication. That got him dragged to his feet and dunked in the whole bucket of the stuff, head held under until he opened his mouth to scream and the gray slime got inside. 

He would've quit, but he wanted this. Bad. Wanted it more than he wanted a new car or extra time off to sit around and smoke in his friends backyards like in highschool. Besides, he'd never quit anything. Not since the 8th grade basketball team, and when his dad found out about that he'd made him go outside and dig a hole six feet across and three feet deep until it got dark and the stars came out and his hands got blisters and the blisters split and blood ran down the handle of the shovel.

Hell week was Hell, sure. But it was a week. He'd been living in Hell week for the past eighteen years. 

Yes, when it’s either really descriptively written and described or when you can SEE graphic imagery of vomit itself. Anything about gagging in general (i.e. sticking fingers in your throat or something) kind of makes me cringe too.