Redcreste Academy: The School For The Struggling And The Dangerous - Chapter 1
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..
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“You can’t adopt me! I already have parents.”
“Oh, well if that was the only thing bothering you, I can fix that.”
“What?”
“Preferably, if you give me your parents’ identities, I can get rid of them right now. Otherwise, I’d have to systematically get rid of all this city’s parents with kids who are roughly your age, gender, and ethnicity. It’d take me a while, but it’ll be worth it to have you as my kid.”
"It's weird. He did a lot of really bad things and hurt a lot of people. I can't forget that. But he was also my dad, and I still love him. Is that messed up?"
"Honestly, yeah. But you're not a bad person for caring about the guy who raised you."
Prompt #1489
“You are not my mother.”
The villainess smiled, ever in control, ever amused by their shuddering rage. “You can deny it all you want, little hero. You were born from me; my blood runs in your veins. My powers are your powers.”
“Your morals,” they spat, “are not my morals.”
Her smile widened. “Not yet.”
I will say, while I do enjoy enough of Percy Jackson books… I think I prefer the fanfictions that take that world and lean into the darker parts of it.
I really enjoy fanfics I find that have the gods be more… godly I guess. The gods in PJO just feel too much like regular people. Like just annoying people. Also they just suck in general… Luke was an asshole but I kinda get why he was doing it you know? They are fucking gods. They can’t like make sure they’re kids don’t have to struggle and fight just to fucking exist??
I will say, I live for fanfiction where Percy ascends even if he didn’t choose to. Beautiful and tragic and honestly with the shit Percy does thats all I can see happening.
Another thing i enjoy in PJO fanfiction is when it becomes critical of certain characters (if you like Annabeth Chase and Percabeth please leave) and of camp half-blood and camp Jupiter. I cannot stress this enough, those camps are cults making child soldiers. They are not a safe space. They are cults training children to willingly sacrifice themselves for their parents who don’t give a flying shit about them. Chiron literally looked over the fact Percy could have died in that capture the flag game. Camp Halfblood sent out a kid with the like 0 training to go on a death quest just because his father got accused of a damn crime, and they sent him with the girl who nearly gor him fucking killed (Im so sorry I don’t like Annabeth). Camp Jupiter is so much worse because Im sorry??? There are adults??? Why are the children the military??? Thats not even mentioning the fact that so many of these kids are year rounders. They don’t have an actual home to go back to. Thats terrifying, they are stuck in these fucking death camps. Once again, no wonder there are kids who joined Kronos’ army. Not a good thing but I kinda fucking get it.
Also oh my god Percabeth. I love Annabeth bashing fics. Those feed my soul. I don’t care much for Annabeth Chase. She’s interesting but she’s also fucking shit. She beats Percy everytime she gets and is praised for every shitty thing she does and I hate that so fucking much. Im actually so scared for Leah because when people start putting together how shit Annabeth is as PJO get adapted into shows Im so scared she’ll get the brunt of all the problems when it was just how her character was horribly written. Fandom made Percabeth cuter and healthier then they actually are in canon (she didn’t know his Achilles curse was gone yet judo flipped him. Percy. Could. Have. Died.)
Anyway… anyone have recommendations for any fics that lean into the more fucked up side of these books? I’d love to hear it
Hey there! Do you mind writing a snippet about a captured hero in a I-have-you-now-my-pretty situation by a dominating seductive villain? And can you make it very dark please? Thank you so much and I absolutely love your writing!
"There now, isn't this much better?" the villain murmured, stroking their fingers through the hero's damp hair. "You're so pretty beneath all the grime and the blood."
"I prefer the grime and the blood."
"I might also prefer you nice and quiet. Consider that."
"Oh," the hero's eyes darkened, "no doubt. What's more attractive than your prey being forced docile, unable to fight back?"
The villain raised a brow, in the reflection of the mirror. "You. Trying to fight me. Failing."
The hero felt bile claw up their throat at that. They resisted the urge to swallow, to tense; it wouldn't do them any good, and it would probably only serve to delight the creep.
The villain seemed to catch it anyway, because they smiled.
"I do like your spirit," the villain mused. They continued to stroke through the hero's hair, carefully and diligently untangling every knots and snarl. "You're beautiful when you're angry. Defiant. You get this fiery, helpless look in your eyes. The blush is also very becoming. So, you see...it wouldn't be half as fun if you didn't try to fight back."
The hero studied them, trying to decide if that was reverse psychology. They might have preferred it if it was reverse psychology.
The villain laughed, softly, at whatever expression they saw on the hero's face.
The hero jerked their head away. It felt good for all of three seconds before the villain reeled them back in with a much harder yank, making the hero's breath catch. They pulled the hero's head back against the chair, baring their throat.
Perhaps as punishment for moving, or perhaps simply because they could, the villain leaned down over their shoulder to press a kiss to the hero's throat. It looked positively vampiric in the glass. The hero half expected teeth. They hated that they shivered. They hated that they couldn't look away, in the spirit of car crashes, natural disasters and other terrible fascinating things.
The villain's smile edged a fraction sharper, a fraction smugger. They held the hero's eyes as they trailed more kisses along the hero's neck, across their racing pulse, until the hero was taut.
"Go on," the villain whispered. "Tell me not to touch you again. Dealer's choice on if you try a threat, command or plea."
"I think I might prefer me nice and quiet."
"Mm." The villain straightened. They turned their attention to the hero's appearance again, considering. "I knew you liked me too."
"That's not - I don't -"
The villain's smile turned positively wolfish.
The hero snarled; too frustrated for words, too...well. Too many things. Frustrated was the best pick. Better than fear, sinking and entirely too helpless.
The annoying thing was that it did feel better to be clean, with their wounds tended. It simply didn't feel better to have had the villain force them into a bath and out of their own clothes. It was like having their identity, their resistance, scrubbed away alongside the dirt. Dressed in the villain's clothes, with the villain's scent clinging to their skin, it was impossible to forget where they were for even a moment.
It was impossible to forget who the villain thought they belonged to.
There were times when the villain could be charming, seductive. When they first met the hero had even been flattered. The problem was that, after the seduction and shiny polish of it all had worn off, it was perfectly obvious that the villain didn't actually care if the hero was seduced or not. It was a preference - not a requirement. The villain would do as they pleased regardless.
Hopefully, the hero's friends would get there soon.
(They had to get there soon, right?)
"So pretty," the villain murmured once more. "And all mine. Let's go show you off, shall we?"
"I'm not yours." The hero had to say it. Even when they knew it was a trap, even when their voice came out hoarse, they had to say.
The villain laughed again, and swivelled the chair around so that they were facing each other. They smoothed their hands down the hero's trembling thighs. Then, their expression turned cold, as absolute as an old black-and-white fairytale, as unstoppable a death. They leaned in.
"Oh, darling. By the time I'm done with you tonight, you will be."
Hero tried to scramble forward on their knees but Supervillain yanked their fistful of Hero’s hair back so Hero was left straining their neck and not being able to move a muscle.
“What the fuck did you do to them?!” Hero cried out, still struggling despite every nerve in their scalp being on fire.
“I fixed them Hero. That’s what I have to do. Anything you touch you ruin. You break. You always have. Ever since we were kids,” Supervillain said wrenching Hero’s head back so Hero was forced to stare up at Supervillain. The look of pure hatred on Hero’s bloodied face was magnificent.
“Guess who has to clean up your mess everytime you fuck up? Hmm? Did you think it was just fate that kept you from the laws clutches more than once? No. I was there. In the shadows. Cleaning up every mistake. Silencing every witness. You did this, I just fixed the problem.”
Supervillain shoved Hero froward and with their hands handcuffed behind their back they had nothing to slow their fall so they jutted their shoulder out to take the impact.
They were met with the face of henchmen, staring ahead looking at nothing. “You made them love you. This is the consequence of your indulgence. Now say why.”
Hero hiccuped and shook their head, screwing their eyes shut. Even then in the darkness they could see Henchmen’s unseeing stare. The blood dried on their sallow skin.
“Say why Hero!” Supervillain yelled and Hero sobbed, memories of when their parents died surfacing and turning Hero’s stomach. A kick came to their stomach. Then their face. Then Supervillain lifted a foot and slammed in into Hero’s ribs. Hero’s eyes shot open in a silent scream as the wind was ripped from their chest. “Tell me why.”
“Because I’m unlovable,” Hero sobbed softly.
“Good. Who’s the only person who can love you, hero? Who has always been there? Stuck by your side?”
Hero looked into Supervillain’s face, so like their own. The same narrow nose, the same green eyes, the same intensity in their eyes.
“You, supervillain.”
Supervillain’s expression softened then and they nodded. They sat down and scooped Hero into their arms, running their hand down Hero’s hair as Hero sobbed into their shoulder.
“I’m sorry Hero, but it’s better this way. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here, everything will be okay.”
“I know.”
“Good,” said Supervillain. “Good. And hero?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t disobey me again.”
I like to think maybe when Thomas Wayne was still alive, he was almost as bad as Bruce and his circus crew of children is when it comes to keeping himself alive and Alfred would have to drug him to get him to sleep
Like maybe Thomas was like Tim Drake levels of overworking and shit like that
I also imagine that he hopped and tried to raise Bruce to have some self perseverance but low and behold he’s worse then his father.
I know a lot of people put Nahida and Wanderer’s relationship as “Aunt and Nephew” or “Mother and Son” but I personally see them as “Two siblings but they can’t decide who’s the older one so they switch every now and then”.
I do not believe Nahida has the mental capacity to be a parental figure. Wanderer also doesn’t have that mental capacity. So they take turns being older sibling. They argue over it sometimes.
But any they ✨family✨
“I can’t believe I’ve never noticed before.”
“Noticed what?”
“How similar our powers are.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I think you do.”
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-
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