#oc zero signal

[sp00pypumpkins]

The critters from the Luminous AU by @asamary I wanted to get used to their shapes there they are :D

and more doodles here with Zero also in the AU because i like to draw my lil guy qwq

and also under the cut just old doodles I did XD

he angy

idk if I forgot smth anyways I have been doodling this last week since this upcoming week i have to start studying for an exam (someone help me i no no wanna)

After the exam I will have to go on a trip ewe and will come back early may HAHA

So I will probably post lil doodles this week and then dip till may HAHA who knows

Also an altarnate to catnap doodle here because the quality drops when looking in the app

[asamary]

For @sp00pypumpkins :3

I hope you like it!

[risoria]

Hi hello! Reminder that I have an ongoing raffle for art commissions from me, going 9ish more days until the 22th of october. If you're interested in a commission from me (I really love drawing OCs...), donate a minimum of 10€ to Hanaa's @enghanalulu fundraiser, LINK HERE, for a bust or 20€ for a halfbody commission. More info about the art raffle and Hanaa in my pinned post -> here <-

[taryn40k]

Completely unrelated to the plot, I've been thinking about Taryn getting caught and being shoved in a Blackship. Also because of this music.

From what I remember reading about the blackships, they are incredibly uncomfortable and disorienting for the psykers herded inside. Between the obscurity shattered by throbbing lights, the sounds and devices made to break concentration, the sedatives in the food and the constant movement between cells, it's hard to escape the chaos and distress that the transported psykers feel.

...But then again, Taryn's natural ability is in biomancy. He can naturally decide to block any of those sensory signals, and he can do so for others around him too, making things more bearable. At least it allows those in need to rest, and it lowers the stress in the area. And considering how small his connection to the warp is, he barely registers on any machine so he doesn't get in trouble.

I imagine that given how many people move all the time, in and out of his holding cell, and how often he gets moved himself, he probably just offers that respite to anyone in reach. It is dehumanizing enough to be treated like cargo, so holding onto one another is all they can really do. Plus, he can isolate the sedatives in his system... others can't really. He might be the most lucid psyker down there. Not that it does him some good, given the constant broadcast of anguish and confusion assaulting everyone at every moment.

I wonder if the people in charge of the psykers would notice, that every time they put this guy somewhere, they come back and he is surrounded by calmer psykers, that try to protest and whine when they take him away. And half of the psykers now rush to him when he is placed in their cell.

[alexluvsskittlez]

gold medal ribbon and stained both have me feeling a lot of 2016-2017 nostalgia and idk why. I've never listened to gold medal ribbon until like 2022-2023 and stained came out yesterday. anyway, while you exuse me, I'm going back to my room to cry over both of these songs.

[rosykims]

deia and her brothers can communicate via obscure bird calls btw. if you even care

[zer0wlet]

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[fawnsprings]

anything for an A+ .

pairing ;; professor!matt x student!fem!oc

warnings ;; SMUTTTT🤞🤞 , age gap (matt is 27 reader is 22), cursing , making out , oral (m receiving) , p in v , fingering , unprotected sex (pls dont!!) , pet names (princess, sweetheart, etc) , lowercase intended and thats it!

a/n ;; pls bare w me im too shy to write on here but first smut post i hope yall likey!!! this is for my baby kitten whiskers; @mattsluttywaist and @cheetahmadi 🥳🥳 also this looked better in drafts

pink: you

blue: matt

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“remember, no talking during the test.” was what pulled me out of the trance that i was in. i blinked as i noticed that i was staring at my professor for the entire time he talked about the test we were about to take. professor matthew was walking around the class to give everyone the papers.

“if i catch you talking, i will invalidate your test.” i let out a loud sigh as he placed the paper infront of me, remembering me of the last time that i accidentally spoke during an exam and it led me to get a zero. “yes sir.” i picked up my pencil from my pencil case and started to write my name.

a few hours felt like 10 minutes when my professor said that time was up. i looked down at my test for it not to be completed. “fuck.” i mumbled under my breath. my fingers flipped through the pages to see how many questions i had left. many students had started to walk down to the professors desk to turn it in, soon i was the last student in the class.

“ms. stallord, i said time was up.” he spoke, walking up to my desk. i groan and slouch into my chair. “sir, please is it okay if i finish this after school? i cant afford to fail.” i pout as i looked up at him, his arms crossed with his sleeves rolled up. the brunette shook his head, trying to think of something.

“lets do this.” matt said as he grabbed the packet of paper and walked back to his desk, signaling for me to follow him. i swallowed the lump in my throat while walking close enough to him that i could smell his cologne.

i watched him sit down in his desk and taking out what i assumed was the packet with the answers. the classroom remained quiet for a few minutes, the brunette probably grading what i had done. “C-“ he finally spoke up. i roll my eyes and let out a frustrated whine. “seriously??” matt took off his glasses, “its still passing.” he shrugged. i bit my bottom lip and let it bounce back as i thought. “is there anything i can do at all for extra credit?” i asked, tilting my head to the left and taking a seat next to his desk matt let his glasses on top of his head and pressed his fingers against his mouth. “hmmm, not that i know of, i dont think there is sweetheart.” he replied calmly. my heart skipped a beat as he called me sweetheart in such a way. “i would do anything sir. i cant have my mom know i got a C- on this exam.” i was practically begging at this point. “you got that grade because you didn’t finish the test, probably because you were looking at me. that correct?” he asked me, his head tilting to the side with a cocky smirk spread on his lips. i blinked rapidly when i heard what he had said. but to make it worse, he wasn’t lying. i wasn’t even looking, i was staring. “s-sorry what sir?” i muttered quickly. “you really don’t think i notice ms. stallord?” he chuckled a little bit. i stayed quiet, my cheeks a pink hue.

“now that i pointed it out, you stay silent huh?” matthew stated, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly. “no thats not it um.” i spoke quietly. “i don’t really mean to stare its just that uhm. you are very attractive.. sir.” the sentences left my mouth in a sheepish shaky tone. he laughed quietly to my embarrassment. “dont worry about it. i dont mind.” the brunette said, adjusting his seat so he was closer to me now. god i wanted to kiss him so bad. “o-oh okay, im glad sir.” i replied quietly, my eyes flickering to his lips and my tongue licking my lips to rehydrate them. “please, call me matt.” he mumbled, looking at my eyes then my lips. i listened to my gut and leaned in for a kiss, surprisingly getting one from him back.

my eyes fluttered shut, my heart pounding against my chest as my hands found their way to his loose brunette locks that i messed with slightly. matt nibbled on my bottom lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth. i whined softly, now somehow getting ontop of his lap. my legs were now wrapped around his hips and my hands rested on his shoulders. goosebumps covered each piece of skin matt had been touching. i felt one of his hands slide underneath my shirt, i shivered slightly at how cold his hand actually was.

his mouth detached from mine and he started to leave wet open mouthed kisses along my jawline and neck. small moans come out of my mouth as he did so, my hand trailed up to his head and i started to scratch his scalp gently. “will this make up the C-, sir?” i asked in an innocent tone as i looked down at him. “if you kneel for me, perhaps.” matt whispered, letting go of my hips and resting his hands back on the arm rests. i smirked with an obedient nod as i slid off of his lap and in between his legs. i kneeled in between his clothed thighs, my hands sliding up and down on them softly. i unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down and threw them somewhere in the classroom.

matt was left in his light grey boxers that had a small dark stain from his pre-cum on them. my fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers and i pulled them down. his 7.4in slapped my face lightly as soon as i took off his boxers.

my mouth began to practically drool as soon as i saw him fully. i wrapped my cold palm around his base firmly and stroked him slowly. i made sure to make my thumb slide right through his slit.

“fuckk.” he whined, looking down at me. i looked up at him with innocent doe eyes as my hand began to stroke him up and down a bit more quicker now. i kissed his tip before taking him entirely in my mouth.

i felt his hand turn down to my hair, he grasped it and made it into a makeshift ponytail. my tongue slid over the head of his cock as i bopped my head up and down. i heard a string of swears pouring out of matt’s name while he began to thrust his ups upward. “fuck fuck yes yes.” the brunette groaned out. he started to twitch in my mouth which told me that he was getting close. soon enough, he spewed his cum down my throat. his cock left my mouth with a wet pop. i rubbed off any of his white liquid that was on my mouth. “you did so well.” he purred, i kissed his tip one last time and earning a small whine from him.

i stood back up and before i could say anything, he grabbed me and sat me down on his lap. “oh princess im not done with you.” the brunette said, placing his hands on my hips. my core was begging for any sort of friction.

matt’s hand slid underneath my skirt, his thumb rubbed over my clothed clit gently. a small whine left my lips as i tried to balance myself by having my hands on his shoulders. he hooked his slender fingers on my panties and he pushed them to the side. “your so wet already sweetheart.” he cooed, his fingers tracing my entrance. “dont tease.” i begged with my eyes fixating onto his face. matt tilted his head to the side as he slowly shoved his digits inside of my cunt.

his fingers slid easily in and out of me, they curled against my g-spot occasionally. i bit my bottom lip to hold back my small whimpers as i clenched around him. “oh shit.” i breathed out, my head leaning back slightly. matt thrusted his fingers in and out while the familiar knot started to form in my stomach. his slender digits continued to stab my pussy, but before i could finish on them he slid them out. “why’d you stop?” i pout with a small whimper. “not letting you finish just yet sweetheart.” matt spoke softly as he aligned his tip with my cunt.

before anything else, he slowly thrusted into me. as soon as he was inside of me, i made sure to squeeze around him perfectly. “tell me when i can move.” the brunette whispered so i could get a chance to adjust to his size. matt’s finger tips grazed my hips gently, his eyes fixated on my face. “o-okay.” a shaky moan left my lips. with no hesitation, he started to thrust in and out of me.

i leaned my head back when his tip kissed my sweet spot within every thrust. matt rested his hands against my hips a bit more roughly as he rutted his hips into mine. god he was so deep inside of me. i guess i was being a little bit too loud that caused matt to shove two of his fingers down my throat. “gotta be quiet baby.” he whispered, still plunging himself into my wet core. i coated his digits with my salvia, using the opportunity to do so. “m’so close sir.” i whine out when matt slid his fingers out of my mouth. his tip stabbed my cervix a few more times before the knot in my stomach started to form again. i felt him twitching inside of me, letting me know that he was about to cum again. “cum for me sweetheart.” he moaned out as his hips began to stutter into mine.

after a few more thrusts, i came all over his cock. it wasn’t too long before matt came deep inside of me ether. he fucked me through our high before he pulled himself out. “so, can i get an A+ now?” i asked with a small smirk spread on my face. “yes, you can sweetheart.”

. . . . .

a/n part 2: i started writing this at 4am and i finished at 4pm 😭😭 sorry if this isnt that good i hate writing fics publicly 😕

[vintagej3llyfish-1]

Asper "Stranger" Knight

< 1st main oc >

i couldn't resist anymore of posting her info grrr, her backstory it's something I'll post another day bc i didn't finished it ;v

General

Name: Asper Knight

Nicknames: Wasp (By her father), As (By Price), Sergeant Knight

Alias: (none)

Callsing: "Stranger", Sierra zero-five

Age: 27 (MW:2019) 30 (MW:2022)

DOB: 5th June, 1992

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Asexual

Nationality: American

Place of birth: [REDACTED]

Spoken Languages: American English (native language), Spain Spanish (Family purposes)

Rank: Master Sergeant

Occupation: retired US Army, American CIA (Central Intelligence Agency), formerly member of Armistice, member of Task force 141, working with SpecGru (also)

Role: EWSI and Combat Medic

Affiliations

TaskForce141

• Captain John Price

• Lieutenant Simon " Ghost " Riley

• Sergeant Kyle " Gaz " Garrick

• Sergeant John " Soap " MacTavish

• Sergeant Samantha "Butterfly" Wright ( @welldonekhushi )

Warrior Task Force ( @islandtarochips )

• First Sergeant Tiala "Malie" Toa

• Captain Kanoa Toa

• Sergeant Agnes "Blast" Falagi

• Sergeant Nigel "Squirrel" Harrinson

Los Vaqueros

• Rodolfo Parra

• Colonel Alejandro Vargas

CIA

• Station Chief Kate Laswell

Appearance

• Skin tone: Beige

• Hair type: Straight

• Hair colour: Naturally light blonde

• Eye colour: Crush green

• Height: 5'6ft (1.70m

• Weight: 119lbs

• Scars: Just some few and very big ones

• Body size: Medium

• Blood type: AB+

Skills

Main skills: Electronic Warfare & Signals Intelligence (EWSI), defense strategies that use technology to gather information and disrupt adversaries

Fighting style: She's the type of punching on weak places and twisting any part of the body, she's very fast with her movements

Weapon preferences / distinct : Remington 870 Tactical, CZ 750 sniper rifle. Black climbing picks, apparently always uses three, two on the belts and one on the back with a rope on it

Favourites

• Colour: Turquoise

• Animal: frilled neck lizard

• Food: None, she eats anything but red meat

• Drink: Monster

• Flower: Red spider lily

• Dyed hair: Yes, she died her hair completely, in a dragon style type

• Hairstyle: Mullet cut

Personality

Introvert: She doesn't like to be around with people very much, she prefers to be alone all the time. She's lightly scared of human kind

Flinching and fidgety: Asper flinches at the single movement of anything near her head or body, she's very conscious of being beaten up again and again and also in her childhood it terrifies her.

Careless of herself: She's always working, always hearing her rank and surname being shouted by the higher ranks, but no worries she eats properly

Scared state: Asper has a sensitive heart, everytime someone jumpscares her she can even faint or get into a frozen state with wide eyes and trembling, if she collapses it's because she's fine.

Hates humankind (misanthropy): I don't have to really explain this but she hates humand kind, she's scared of human kind and hates being around anyone

Random facts

• She deals with paranoid personality disorder (PPD), selective mutism and complex-post traumatic stress disorder.

• Poor woman has epistaxis (nosebleed hemorrhage), she constantly has nosebleeds once or twice at week

• A weird thing about her is that she doesn't like stitches, instead she likes to close her wounds with staples, like her mother usually did.

• Her throat is very sore every time it's almost like burned inside, she finds it hard to speak and swallow food, due to her CIPA she doesn't find it painfully

• Since her childhood, she's been with Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis (CIPA) wich means she can neither feel pain or regulate her body temperature or even sweat, that's why she almost doesn't notice she's wounded

• The way her calling developed was that she was always alone and didn't matter to anyone. Some people started asking if she worked there because she didn't even seem like one; she seemed more like a stranger, for that reason. And it's quite funny because if they called her "Strange," it would be quite confusing if someone said, "How strange that Strange is quite strange."

• She is losing or gaining weight, it's a in-between, she loses weight and at the next week she goes completely normal into her normal weight

• She doesn't eat meat because she's very disgusted of meat. Since she had to eat literally flesh in her teen age and now she doesn't like it

• Sometimes frog blinks for no reason

Negative Traits

• She's used to reject things or gifts of anybody

• Always saying sorry non stop whether she fails something

• Has a necessity to make everything good, she over thinks about things at the point she looks anxious and murmuring to herself

• She knows how to drive but her driving it's the combination of Price's and Ghost's driving

• Her favorite MLP pony is Fluttershy

Backstory

coming soon..

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[sp00pypumpkins]

I wanted to make the gang in my style :D

Under the cut is also them with my oc Zero and also doodles

Doodles that I did from a discord server the ocs there dont belong to me but to other fellas in the server

And dogday in different styles I can do XD

[starscreamisreginageorge]

Chapters 6 & 7 of my fic Sparkling Fever is now up on AO3

Summary: Nobody’s gone into heat since the war began. War makes it unsafe to raise sparkling’s after all. But when the seeker’s numbers drop too low a system override signal is sent out to all seeker kind, in a desperate attempt to increase their numbers back up to safe levels. Forcing them into a heat so strong they’ll have no choice but to breed with the nearest Cybertronian. Too bad it happens when the elite trine are being held prisoner by the Autobots.

tags:

Smut with a plot, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mind Control, Sort Of, M Preg, Mech Preg (Transformers), Breeding, Canon Divergence, Probably ooc, oc fan kids, pregnant starscream, Pregnant Skywarp, pregnant thundercracker, pregnant jazz, seeker’s are bugs, Or plants, Egg Laying, well pod laying but it’s similar enough, my expereince with writing smut is near zero so don’t expect anything amazing from me, this is mostly just something to self indulge in my own fantasys, i may be ace but i am horny for those robots, Autobot/Decepticon Cross-Faction Sexual Interfacing, Autobot/Decepticon Cross-Faction Romantic Relationship, Autobot/Decepticon Cross-Faction Friendship, Genderfluid Skywarp, Nonbinary Starscream, aro/ace thundercracker

ships:

Starjack, Jazzwarp, Jazzprowl, Prowlwarp, Jazzprowlwarp, Thunderbee (sort of. Starts of sexual turns platonic)

[rainyramblesscramble]

day 5 of drawing one of the cod characters (/others) until I’m comfortable with trying to find my style

Briefly borrowed @gomzdrawfr ‘s oc Raven for today— I have zero internet access (currently on a limited access mobile signal to post this) so I have ZERO ability to look up references to anybody at the moment. And uh. Yeah. I remembered more on the appearance of Raven than any of the guys’ tac gear 😭

I sincerely apologise if any details are off—couldn’t look up the actual ref and had to go off of memory 😭😭😭 Also didn’t know what colours to use, SORRY 😭

[oof-owch-so-many-spoilers]

oh cees oh geez I'm making that my oc tag, lol.

👁

I see y'all chit-chatting about OCs, so I suppose I could spill a little, lol. These are all still very much huge work-in-progresses, so bear with me.

Andradite Non-hatchling Hearthian OC.

This one's the self-insert. I wanted something that had a relation to my birthstone (garnet) but not necessarily the classic deep red the gem is known to be. I have a reference sheet that's still very much unfinished, but basically:

fairly short (like Feldspar or Gossan height), but thick-set around the hips (think: thunder thighs, rectangle/pear-ish body shape)

gardening is fun! (except when it's the bramble seed) will tear less-offensive weeds up with their bare hands, not afraid to get sand and dirt absolutely everywhere (might ick a little bit at mud/slimy textures, though)

scared of heights and the responsibilities that come with piloting vehicles, so was never going to be part of the space program... but will absolutely float around in the zero-g cave and bodies of water for fun and relaxation (catch them zonking on the path under the village waterfall -- no it is not loud, it's just loud enough to drown out everyone and everything else thank you very much!)

still hardcore thinking on clothing, but I'm definitely wanting: thick wooly socks that fold over at the ankles, slip-on shoes (think: moccasins), and a sweatshirt that's overlong in the arms but not the torso (hide hands in sweater arms when chilly) -- rest is kinda up in the air

Steatite

The token Hatchling OC.

They're just Soapstone, lmao. I originally landed on this name for when I did an Archipelago randomizer run. (Which was absolutely hilarious. I randomized practically everything I could. I struggled to get the travelers' signals for the longest time, though. Gabbro's ended up being in the fuckin' VESSEL of all places -- pretty sure it finally unlocked when I got the broken adv. warp-core log. 😂) I'm actually rather happy with the name I landed on, though, and feel like it's fairly fitting for someone that didn't have a blind experience for the base game. Kinda blank and bland, but still willing to carve out their own path despite it all. Malleable.

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I also would like to make Nomai and Pursuer (Owlk) OCs in the future, but I'd really prefer to flesh out these two first.

[bananadrinkxxx]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 (6)

[Aemond Targaryen x female Lucerys Velaryon • fem! oc!reader]

[warnings: sex content, fights, harassment, angst, smut, domination, violence, targcest (uncle/niece)]

Only for 18+

[description: Boarding School - Modern Setting. Lucerya avoided her uncle for years but Aemond remembers and he is on his mission to make her life a living hell.]

Masterlist for all available parts (click here)

Aemond first saw his mother's angry eyes before his gaze moved on to Lord Corlys, who only signaled him with his head to sit down. 

Aemond took the free chair next to Alys, who looked at him in surprise. She reached for his hand, but he was quicker and avoided her touch. He couldn't even stand the sight of her, how could he stand her touch. He saw her eyes widen out of the corner of his eye, but all he felt was disgust. She had never meant anything to him, for him only the physical thing had mattered, but now he didn't even want that from her.

"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Rivers, for appearing so quickly," Corlys thanked him, and Mrs. Rivers nodded.

"What happened? Your secretary said it was urgent, but she wouldn't tell us exactly what it was about over the phone."

Corlys clasped her hands together. "We have a serious issue to discuss." He looked to Aemond.

 "Our school has a zero tolerance policy toward bullying, and yet it has come to my attention that one of our students, within the walls, under my supervision, has had this very thing happen to her."

Aemond heard Alys inhale sharply. He looked forward to the next few minutes. He had no idea why he was here, but perhaps the gods just wanted him to witness their demise.

"Aemond was only protecting his sister," she said suddenly, placing her hand on his knee. He turned to her, looking at her stunned, while Alys misinterpreted his facial expression and felt confirmed in her mission to spread more lies. "Helaena has been bullied by Lucerya Velaryon for weeks and he has only defended her. You can't punish him for doing the right thing."

Lord Corlys raised an eyebrow and leaned forward slightly. "Miss Rivers, what do you think is the reason you're here?"

Alys looked at him in surprise. "As a witness?" She looked to Aemond as he removed her hand from his knee.

Alicent snorted snidely. "Unbelievable," she spat with hatred, leaning back in her chair as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "The acting talent of your students is truly remarkable, Corlys. It seems to me they put more emphasis on drama lessons here than the safety of your students."

"Excuse me?" interjected Mrs. Rivers indignantly, straightening up. "Alicent, you-"

"That's Mrs. Targaryen to you, Mrs. Rivers," his mother retorted hostilely. "Your daughter has been bullying my daughter for weeks. I don't know what went wrong in your upbringing, but in my family we don't bully weaker ones."

"Aemond, please. Don't leave me here alone... Aemond."

Aemond closed his eye for a brief moment as Lucy Velaryon's face appeared in his mind, tearful and distraught. He clenched his hand into a fist, disgusted with himself.

"Bullying?," Mrs. Rivers almost shrieked, looking to her daughter, who stared at the floor, stunned. "You're bullying others?" Alys shook her head, but her silence was answer enough. She didn't even bother to lie. The first tears appeared in her eyes.

"Alys, I'm sure you know the school rules, even if you don't seem to understand the moral rules of our society. Your behavior has consequences, and I want you to understand that you have caused great harm to Helaena. I have therefore decided to suspend you for two months."

Alys looked up in panic. "But in two and a half months are the mid-year exams. They're crucial for our college applications. You can't suspend me, I need the classes."

Alicent made a deprecating sound. "You probably should have thought about that before. You didn't care if my daughter could prepare for the exams either. I would have loved to have had you kicked out of school."

Corly's look was clear and his mother reluctantly remained silent.

"Your punishment was lessened just by the fact that Helaena asked me to give you a second chance. However, I can't let you go without a punishment, which is why I think the suspension is more than appropriate."

Alys was trembling and suddenly pale. Aemond heard her swallow. She looked to Aemond, but when she met his hateful gaze, she flinched and slumped in her chair like a heap of misery. She suddenly seemed so small, so pathetic. Just like her character.

"We apologize for our daughter's behavior," Mr. Rivers said, giving his daughter a reproving look. "Should it be true," he added quickly. "But at the moment, it is testimony against testimony. Is there a witness to such allegations?"

"Indeed, there is a witness," Corlys said, presenting documents to him. "Lucerya Velaryon unfortunately cannot attend this meeting, but she described an incident to me in a private conversation. As a result, I had Aly's friends come to me and they all confirmed that the accusations were legitimate. Here are their testimonies."

At the mention of Lucy, Aemond had to gulp. Corlys was definitely referring to the incident where Alys had turned him against his niece, even though she had been the one making her life hell. He looked at Alys' devastated face. She didn't know yet that this suspension was the best thing that could happen to her. As soon as she came back, she would beg him to show mercy. He would destroy her.

"Then, of course, we accept the punishment," Mrs. Rivers replied dejectedly as she held the sheets in her hand. "We will take our daughter with us to Harrenhal today."

"That would be the best," Corlys confirmed.

Alys parents stood up and Alys wanted to follow them before Aemond grabbed her and pulled her close to him. He pressed her petite body against his and pushed her head against him. With his mouth, he slid to her ear. "Pray I never meet you alone," Aemond threatened her softly. He felt her tense. "You are dead to me." Her whole body stiffened in his embrace. He had spoken as softly as he could so that no one but Alys understood him. He released their embrace and pushed her away from him. Alys looked at him fearfully before quickly turning around to put as much distance between them as quickly as she could.

When the Rivers were gone, his mother addressed Lord Corlys one last time.

"I hope we never have to repeat such a conversation again, Corlys," she spoke icily, not hiding her lack of sympathy for the man. Corlys nodded with a smile, it seemed forced, but he preferred to remain silent. A clever man, Aemond thought. His mother seemed to have expected nothing less.

"Come, Aemond," she commanded, and Aemond followed her instruction, but a clearing of the throat held them both back.

"I would like to speak with Aemond in private, Alicent."

His mother looked at Corlys Velaryon with a raised eyebrow.

"What for?"

"I would prefer to discuss this with him alone."

"Do you have to?"

"I'm afraid so."

Alicent looked at him critically before her gaze wandered to Aemond, who only raised his shoulders. No idea what else the old man wanted from him.

"I'm with Helaena, she wants to go back to school here," she began, addressing Aemond. "Come to us after your talk."

Aemond nodded and watched his mother storm out of the office without saying goodbye to Corlys. Neither had ever tried to hide the fact that they disliked each other.

Corlys signaled for him to sit down.

"Miss Rivers said something interesting earlier," Corlys began. "Basically, she confirmed a suspicion I've had for a long time, and which has been brought to my attention several times now by various students. The only one who has been consistently silent on the subject is my granddaughter."

Aemond had a small premonition of what was about to come. Corlys walked around his desk. He stopped in front of Aemond and sat down with one leg on the desk. He looked down at him, and Aemond realized what he was doing to him.

He was making him feel small.

"I want to be frank with you, Aemond. I'm afraid you wouldn't understand otherwise. If it ever comes to my attention again that you are bullying Lucy in any way, I will expel you from this school. And then not even your father can save you, understand?"

Neither of them averted their eyes. It was a struggle of power, though it was clear who had the higher leverage.

"Understood."

Corlys smiled. "Very good. I'm glad to hear that. You can go now."

. . . . .

Baela stared at her cousin, who had been lying in her bed for two days, leaving it only to go to the bathroom. She had left Lucy alone, sensing that something had happened, but she hadn't spoken a word since returning to the bedchamber in the middle of the night two days ago. She had looked like a ghost, mascara spread over her face and eyes teary and puffy.

The only time she had spoken was when Alicent, Aemond's mother, and Lord Corlys had joined her in the room after Lucy had called in sick. Baela had tried to eavesdrop, but she had only understood bits and pieces. Too little to make sense of it all, but she was smart enough to understand that it must have something to do with Aemond. Even though Lucy didn't say a word, Aemond's sudden announcement to leave Lucy alone again from now on was almost proof enough.

But that was not enough. She did not want Aemond to get away without consequences. Rhaena had tried to talk to Lucy, to convince her to go to Lord Corlys, but she had not succeeded, so her twin sister had gone to her grandfather herself. But even that was not enough for Baela. She looked to Jacaerys, who was standing at the pool table with his friends, laughing as if all was well with the world. Well, it was for him. He was a grade above them, and the bullying against his sister had apparently passed him by completely. Even though the whole school was involved, the upper years had just watched while the younger ones did what they always did. Obey Aemond Targaryen. The only ones who could say anything against Aemond were his brother Aegon and Jacaerys.

"Jacaerys," Baela said when she arrived at the pool table. The boys looked at her in surprise, as if they had completely tuned out the world around them.

"Baela," Jacaerys replied in surprise, smiling. "Do you feel like playing along? The boys might-"

"We need to talk."

Jacaerys's smile vanished at the seriousness of her voice. His eyes roamed her face inquiringly, and he understood. Baela gave his friends a look that made it clear this conversation was not for their ears. They looked to Jacaerys, who nodded at them promptly.

When the boys were gone, Jacaerys turned to her.

"What's this about?"

. . . . .

Jacaery's fist crashed into Aemond's cheekbone without warning. Aemond stumbled back from the blow, but still managed to stay on his feet. The crowd around them filled up and suddenly they were surrounded by several classmates who were watching them in a curious manner.

Aemond looked angrily at Jacaerys and wiped his lip. Blood was visible on the back of his hand.

"You'd better not do that again," Aemond warned, and everyone stared at Jace, who only made a snide noise.

"This is for Lucy. I heard what you did," Jacaerys approached. "Turn your classmates against her? You're lucky I'm letting you live."

He saw something flit across Aemond's face. A realization, guilt, and something else, but he didn't particularly care. That bastard had hurt, humiliated and bullied his little sister and he had been too absorbed in his own world that he hadn't noticed how Lucy was suffering. But that was the end of it now. He would protect her from now on. Of course he never missed an opportunity to tease her, but this was different. He would never want to hurt her seriously, but Aemond had always had it in for Lucy. He felt sick when he thought about what Baela had told him.

"Jace," Baela called out warningly, but by then it had happened. Aemond shoved Jacaerys so hard that he stumbled backward and flew over his own feet. He landed on the ground with a loud thud, and Aemond snorted disparagingly at the ease with which he had brought his nephew down.

"You asshole," Baela yelled, but was held back by Aegon. Baela swung at him, but as usual, Aegon made fun of such things.

Humiliated, Jacaerys jumped up to face his uncle. He lunged, but Aemond intercepted his blow and held his wrist tightly. With his other arm he lunged wide, his hand clenched into his fist, and for a brief moment Jacaerys remembered back to when Lucy had slid the kitchen knife across his face. It had been a harmless argument that had escalated, stopped only when Lucy had taken her uncle's eye. He would never forget Aemond's screams. Just as he would never forget Lucy's stunned, frightened look as she looked pleadingly to Jacaerys, hoping to undo what she had done.

Aemond's fist raced toward his face, he braced himself for the pain, but then suddenly brown hair appeared before his eyes. He knew immediately who had placed himself in front of him. Aemond's fist stopped just before her face and he saw the bewilderment on his face.

"Are you crazy?" asked Aemond, addressing Lucy.

"What are you doing, Lucy? Get out of here," hissed Jacaerys, but Lucy ignored him.

"Listen to your brother," Aemond said low, his fist still in the air. Jacaerys grabbed Lucy by the shoulder, but she tore away from him. She stepped closer to Aemond, standing inches away from him.

"I'm right here, Uncle," Lucy dared him. Her voice was strong, no weakness in it. "The object of your ire, the reason you lost your eye. If you wish to get your revenge, you have to get rid of me. So do it. And be done of all this bother."

Aemond stared at Lucy. For a moment, the world stood still. All eyes were on the two of them. No one saying a word. Lucy stood there, like a warrior, they say, not backing down an inch. Jacaerys was impressed with his sister at that moment.

He had come to save her, to defend her but now she was standing there to save him.

Aemond was silent. He didn't say a word, the only thing he did was stare at Lucy. Then he snorted and turned around. The crowd parted to make way, from the king of the school who had just been put in his place by a woman.

"That was dangerous, Lucy, are you insane?"

But no response. His sister ignored him and stared after Aemond. Even when he was long gone from sight.

. . . . .

"Exercise improves blood flow to the muscle, reduces the likelihood of hardening of the arteries and thus the risk of a heart attack later in life. In addition, blood pressure, blood sugar and blood fat levels are regulated. But that's not all: exercise also strengthens muscles, tendons, bones, joints and ligaments."

At the word sport, Lucy had already switched off in her mind. Neither did she do sports, nor did she want to hear about them. Vaemond Velaryon, her gym teacher, didn't like her anyway, and pretending to be excited about his classes would be as much of a waste of time as pretending it could. There was probably no one more unathletic than she was.

"People who exercise in the fresh air are more balanced and happier. Just 5 minutes of sporting activity in the fresh air is enough to significantly improve your mood. That's because people who exercise outdoors in nature produce more of the body's hormones, such as dopamine, serotonin and norepinephrine."

Could someone stop this torture? Lucy looked at her cousin Baela, who rolled her eyes in annoyance. Rhaena, on the other hand, looked at her great-uncle with shining eyes, as if he were the Messiah. She was sure that Aunt Laena had dropped her from the changing table when she was a child.

"And so now I want you to run five laps around this forest," Vaemond explained, and a groan went through the row of students. This man had invented torture. Five laps ? Healthful, my ass. It was like a funeral. Where was the mass grave ?

She looked at Jacaerys, who, as always, was happy about any sporting activity. Lucy pursed her mouth. Her brother was embarrassing. A disgrace to this family. Due to lack of teachers, they assigned her year and Jacaerys' together in sports.

"You are allowed three breaks, five minutes each. The breaks are taken when you have finished one round each. Anyone who does more you will be disqualified."

She hoped he would be disqualified as a teacher. Only 5 minutes break at a time? She would gasp after the first minute. Could someone take this maniac back to the psych ward? The man was born for torture.

"I just hope I don't break a fingernail," she heard Alys' friend say behind her, and she just rolled her eyes. Since Alys had been suspended from school, they'd been running around like helpless sheep, looking for someone to fill the spot Alys had left behind.

Lucy had to admit that she had felt schadenfreude when Baela had told her that Alys would be absent from school for two months. She would have liked to see her go for good, but Alys' uncle Larys Strong was a close friend of Alicent. She was sure he had his fingers in the pie. Lucy wondered if he would do the same for her. Harwin was her father, there was no doubt about that, Larys' older brother, but she had never been able to form a familial bond with him.

"She's even dumber than she looks," Rhaena whispered, and Lucy grinned. Alys and her friends had a lot in common. Their dopiness was one of them.

"Are you really okay?" asked Rhaena suddenly, and Lucy looked at her in surprise. "You didn't get out of bed for days and all of a sudden you're back and it's like nothing happened." She reached for her hand and squeezed it gently. Rhaena had always been the more empathetic of the two twins. While Baela was tough and rebellious, Rhaena was gentle and quiet in nature.

"I feel better," Lucy lied, forcing a smile. What Aemond had done to her had taken a toll on her and she still had nightmares about it in parts, but she wasn't one to give up on herself. Her classmates left her alone and Lucy hoped that was the end of her argument with Aemond.

She looked to her uncle, who stood annoyed in the corner, Aegon beside him, banging his head wearily against the wall behind him. Lucy had to grin at the sight. Aegon was doing what they all wanted to do. Then suddenly Aemond turned his head in her direction and the smile froze on Lucy's face. It was as if he was looking deep into her soul when their eyes met. He was watching her, and Lucy could do nothing but avoid his engaging gaze. Goosebumps ran over her body. Since the incident, her relationship with Aemond was different. She felt more fear in his presence. More reticence. The urge to just crawl into a hole and not come out. He had proven to her that he was the more powerful of the two of them and that she stood no chance against him. She didn't want his attention. She didn't want anything from him.

"Really?" asked Rhaena as she turned her gaze to. Lucy forced herself to smile again and just nodded. Then she followed her classmates and prepared to die of respiratory distress. She would not survive this torture Vaemond Velaryon had devised (the man was evil to the core).

Vaemond whistled into his whistle and the students began to jog, groaning.

"Jogging, not stumble, Lucy," Vaemond shouted, and she wished him the worst diarrhea of his life.

As she jogged. And cursed every moment she chose to rejoin the class. Apparently she wasn't the brightest candle on the cake, otherwise it would have occurred to her to skip gym class.

It was relatively cold outside and it was the last class of the day. Most of them passed Lucy and Jacaerys gave her a deprecating look as he passed her for the second time. Maybe she should tell the story of how he had peed himself after his first horror movie after all.

It did not take long until Lucy was the last. Even Aegon was faster and he did nothing but drink, eat and smoke. She was definitely disgracing her mother, but if she remembered correctly, she had never asked to participate in gym class. A burden that had been imposed on her. Who wanted to volunteer for gym?

Lucy stopped, panting for breath, when she got the first side stitch. She gasped for air like a fish at the surface and looked around. There was no one to be seen far and wide. Rhine theoritically, then no one would notice if she took a shortcut, would they? Lucy looked back again and judged her plan to be good enough to implement. She walked to the edge of the path. She would only have to climb a short distance and then run straight out. In an inconspicuous minute she would blend in with the people.

She grabbed a branch and tried to get a secure foothold with her foot. Below her was a mud pit, a giant big puddle from which there was no escape. She would have to be careful. She gripped the branch tighter. It was a bit tiring but it would work. She tried to grab the second branch. She would just have to-

"Whatever you're trying, it won't work," a voice suddenly said behind her, and Lucy turned around, startled. Aemond stood behind her with his arms folded in front of his chest, watching her with one eyebrow raised. Lucy's hand reached out into space and before she could react, the lack of footing caused her to fall and land with a loud splash in the biggest mud puddle the gods could think up. The mud splashed everywhere and the word mud bath took on a new meaning. She was completely wet from top to bottom.

She looked up, stunned, at Aemond, who was looking at her innocently.

"That's unfortunate."

Regrettable would only be his death if she put her hands around his neck.

"Don't look at me like that, it's not my fault."

"Of course it's your fault. You were distracting me. I had everything under control."

"It didn't look that way."

"Well, it was."

"If you say so."

"Oh just fuck off," Lucy yelled angrily and stood up. The mud was slippery and when she grabbed a tree root, she slipped again and flew back into the mud.

"Sure you don't need help?" asked Aemond innocently.

"Most definitely I don't need your help. Get someone who wouldn't let me die here."

"Hmmm, don't feel like it."

Lucy looked at him, stunned. "Excuse me?"

"No desire. I'm exhausted. Jogging is exhausting."

"You're not even sweating yet."

"Maybe so, but my legs hurt. I'm tired. Just call for help, or..." he stopped and knelt down. He looked down at her with a smile. "Or just ask me for help."

Aemond grinned smugly. He was actually serious. Lucy snorted.

"No way."

"It's just a short little sentence, little Lucy. Aemond, please help me. Give it a try. It does wonders."

"I'd rather drown in here."

Aemond's grin disappeared. He braced his hands on his knees and jumped up.

"Well, have fun. I'll run back now, maybe you'll get lucky and someone will find you by sundown."

Aemond turned and Lucy's eyes widened in shock as he disappeared from her sight. He was really going to leave and leave her here? She shrieked. "Aemond, please stay here," she screamed in panic. "Please help me." How humiliating.

For a moment she thought Aemond had really left her behind, wouldn't respond to her cries for help, before he suddenly reappeared, knelt down and held out his arm.

"There you go," he said smugly, pointing to his arm. "Go on, take my hand."

Lucy looked at him, exhausted, and rolled her eyes. She pushed through the mud and reached for Aemond's hand. The grip was slippery from the mud, and when Aemond tried to pull her up, she slipped and flew back into the mud.

"Fuck," she screamed.

"You need to hold on tighter."

"I did, your hand is slippery."

"I think it's more like your hand is slippery."

They tried again and this time Aemond applied more force. He had almost pulled her up when Lucy slipped again with her leg on the mud. But this time she had gripped his hand too tightly that she didn't let go and instead of just falling back into the mud herself, she pulled Aemond with her. The mud splattered everywhere, turning Aemond's light blond hair a dark brown.

He looked at her, aghast, and Lucy had to laugh. "Sorry," she said, raising her hands apologetically.

"Great job, Lucy," he spat. "Now we're both stuck here."

"Well, what can I do about it? You told me to hold on tighter.

"But if you fall, you're supposed to let go of me."

"You might want to say that before next time."

"Sure, I will when I pull the next one out of the mud. Thanks for the tip, niece."

Lucy couldn't tell at the moment how badly she wanted to punch him.

"Help!," she yelled, but other than her voice echoing through the forest and branches cracking, there was no response. They were trapped here.

Aemond looked for a way to escape from the mud pit, but no matter what he did, he kept slipping.

"Come here," he said suddenly, reaching for Lucy, who flinched in fright. If he was going to kill her now, she wasn't going down without a fight.

"Don't ever touch me again, I'm a white belt in Taekwondo and I'm not afraid to use my learned skills on you."

"Isn't that the belt for beginners?"

Lucy looked at him in irritation. She didn't think he knew that. "Yes, but I was a very advanced beginner."

He said no more and just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Save your irony!"

"I didn't say anything."

"The look on your face says it all."

"Now I'm not allowed to look?" His voice was full of irony. "I was just trying to lift you up so you could climb up, but as unathletic as you are, that's not going to happen."

"Aemond, just shut up okay?," screeched Lucy. This guy was driving her crazy. It was maddening. "Because of you, we're trapped here and probably going to starve and die."

Aemond was silent for a moment and Lucy hoped the gods had finally heard her.

"Starvation implies that we die."

"That's it, I'll spare you, no, I'll spare myself the pain and kill you."

"You're pretty aggressive."

"You must know."

"I actually do know."

He didn't say it but they both knew what he was talking about. And again it was about his eye. She preferred to remain silent. She signaled for him to lift her up, but that plan didn't work either. They were trapped here and had to hope that the others would quickly notice their absence. The mud was cold and the later it got the colder the air became. Lucy began to freeze and sat down on an excellent rock.

They were trapped here in a mud pit and only because she wanted to be smart enough to take a shortcut. They wouldn't drown here, but the cold would chill their bodies to the point that she was sure they would freeze to death by the next morning if no one rescued them.

Aemond sat across from her. He did not look at her, but Lucy could not take her eyes off him. He had tried to help her, and because of her, she was trapped here now. But no matter how much guilt she felt, she was glad she wasn't alone here. It was dark by now, and she had no idea what time it was. They hadn't spoken to each other the whole time. Lucy was shivering. She was incredibly cold and her eyes burned like fire. Her throat hurt, it was dry and scratchy.

She noticed herself slipping off the stone and at the last moment managed to keep herself from flying into the mud. Aemond looked to her.

"Are you all right?"

"Fantastic."

She was anything but Fantastic. All she wanted to do was get into her warm bed, with a hot water bottle, and never come out. It was so incredibly cold.

She didn't hear Aemond come up to her, but when he touched her, she flinched.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he tried to reassure her, putting his ice-cold hand to her forehead. Then on her cheek. His touch was gentle. She didn't know this gentleness from him. He was usually rough with her. "You're hot."

"Thank you."

"No, I mean you have a fever."

Lucy tried to keep her eyes open. "That's nice." She had no idea what Aemond was even talking about. She leaned next to him and his cool skin, despite the cold, gave her a soothing chill before she started to freeze again.

"Do you think anyone else is coming?"

"They'll probably be looking for us already. Be quiet, and get some rest." She felt him put an arm around her and press her against his chest. He warmed her with his body and gave her support so she wouldn't sink into the mud. Although she hated Aemond, she felt safe in his arms. At the moment there was nothing more beautiful for her than to sit there and feel protected by him. How ironic, considering that just a few days ago she had felt just the opposite. But she blamed it on her fever, which was tormenting her more with each passing second. She suddenly became too tired. She grew weak in his arms and she felt Aemond hugging her harder. A tingling sensation ran over her body.

"Aemond?"

He exhaled in annoyance.

"Can't you be quiet for once? I told you to shut up."

"Okay..."

It wasn't even a minute before she opened her mouth again.

"Aemond?"

She didn't see it, but she felt him roll his eye.

"Hmmm?"

"About your eye. I'm really sorry."

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For The Writing Prompt Bingo:

Bingo Slot: Locked In A Room

Characters: Ronin and Mikey

Plot: Basically Ronin accidentally gets locked inside a room with Mikey while all of the turtles are on a mission together at Big Mama’s Hotel and Ronin and Mikey have to figure out how to get out of the room as quickly as possible. Ronin is also not taking the situation seriously and it irritates Mikey, which makes Ronin feel bad about the whole thing and he ends up taking the situation seriously for the sake of Mikey not completely losing his temper and the two of them eventually get out of the room with no issues.

This will be marked off as 'Locked In A Room' as that is the main focus!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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Boxed In

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Collide

Bingo slot: Locked In A Room

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; None really

Summary: Ronin accidentally gets locked inside a room with Mikey while all of the turtles are on a mission together at Big Mama’s Hotel. Ronin and Mikey have to figure out how to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

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“This is not how I planned things to go.” Robin sighed, leaning against the wall as Mikey was panicking on how to get out of the room they were currently trapped in.

Raph had told them that they were going to be undercover at Big Mama’s hotel, to grab one of Donnie’s inventions back from the spider yokai who stole it from them the last time they crossed paths.

They split into teams, Raph with Donnie, Leo with Adriaen and Mikey with Ronin. Ronin didn’t quite know why he agreed to help out. He perhaps was just bored and needed some excitement back into his life again.

All was fine, Mikey and he made a good team, with their combined talents of sneaking around and keeping a low profile, they remained undetected. However, Ronin spotted a room, one that he claimed was familiar, that could possibly have Donnie’s gimmick in here.

But he made a mistake, walking into an old storage room, where it was cramped, messy and dark. Mikey had taken a wrong step, knocking over some things which resulted in the shelving unit to fall down. 

Ronin acted quickly enough to pull Mikey out the way, but the shelf had blocked their way from leaving. And Mikey was panicking, he wasn’t claustrophobic or anything, but he didn’t know how else to get help. Spiralling down into a mental state of ‘what if we can’t get out’ or ‘will we be caught now?’.

The orange-clad turtle paced in tight, frantic circles, hands fluttering in front of him like they couldn’t decide what to grab or fix. “Okay, okay—okay, we’re stuck. That’s fine. Totally fine. We just—we just call for help, right? Right? Except, oh, wait, we can’t—because we’re in a box made of nightmares and bad decisions!”

His voice cracked slightly, and Ronin side-eyed him. “You’re not even claustrophobic.”

“That doesn’t mean I like being trapped in a dark spider hotel room surrounded by collapsing metal and zero exits, dude!”

Mikey’s foot thudded against a toppled toolbox. It rattled loudly, making both of them flinch.

Ronin pushed off the wall and stepped over a half-split wooden crate, brushing off cobwebs that clung to him. “Calm down. It’s not the end of the world. We’ve been in worse spots.”

“You’ve maybe been in worse spots." Mikey snapped, trying to breathe slower. “I try to avoid tight spaces with one angry shelf and no signal. Raph’s gonna kill me if he finds out I ruined the mission.”

Ronin tilted his head toward the sealed door. “You didn’t ruin the mission. I did. I chose the room.” He bent down to inspect the edge of the shelf jammed against the doorframe. “Thought I recognized it from my last job... Guess my memory’s a little too dusty.” He smirked a little at his little pun when he blew dust off the shelf.

Mikey sat down heavily on a crate and buried his face in his hands. “We’re gonna get caught. Or left behind. Or squished by another shelf. Or all three.”

Ronin sighed and crouched beside the blockage, poking around the corners of the unit with calm, methodical movements. “You’re spiraling.”

“No, I’m just—” Mikey huffed, hands flailing again. “Okay, yes. Yes, I’m spiraling. But you’re just so chill, like this is normal.”

Ronin shrugged. “It kind of is.”

That earned him a sharp glare from Mikey.

Ronin paused, then softened his tone. Clearly this wasn’t the time for jokes, and he was sure if he did make another joke, Mikey was going to lose it.

“Hey… Mikey. Look at me.”

Mikey reluctantly lifted his gaze, and Ronin held it, firm but not unkind. “I got you out of the way once. I’ll do it again if I have to. But I need you with me—focused. Not panicking. We’ll find a way out, okay?”

Mikey swallowed hard. The wild fluttering in his chest didn’t go away, but something about Ronin’s voice—steady, certain—helped him breathe a little easier.

“Okay.” Mikey said finally, nodding. “Okay, I’m good. Not great. But, like, medium.”

“I can work with medium.” Ronin said, cracking a faint smirk. “Now help me shift this thing. I think if we wedge the corner up, I can slide through.”

“And then what? You go get help?”

“No.” Ronin said, his grin growing just a bit more. “I find Big Mama’s fancy comms system, and I can call Donnie. Bet he’ll love hearing we broke into the wrong room and got stuck.”

Mikey groaned. “He’s never gonna let us live this down.”

“Definitely not. But hey—at least we’ll live.”

The two of them got to work, together, in the dim and dusty dark.

Ronin had knelt beside the toppled shelving unit, fingers digging into the dusty metal as he tested its weight. It groaned again under his touch—old, rusty, but not immovable.

Mikey crouched beside him, still jittery but more focused now, holding up a half-bent metal rod they’d found under one of the crates. “Okay, tell me where to wedge this thing.”

Ronin glanced at the rod, then at the jammed corner where the shelving had snagged against the floor. “Right there. If we can lift that edge even a few inches, I can slip under and clear the path.”

Mikey raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna what now?”

“Just trust me. I’ve done tighter squeezes.”

“Okay, ew, phrasing.”

Ronin chuckled, giving a sly look at his comment before he then grabbed the rod to guide Mikey’s hands. “Push when I say, not before. We’ve only got one shot at this angle.”

Mikey braced himself, feet planted against a crate and both hands gripping the rod like a lever. His tongue peeked out slightly in concentration.

“Now.” Ronin said.

Together, they heaved.

The rod creaked under the strain, but the shelf shifted—just barely.

Ronin didn’t hesitate. He dropped to the ground, sliding under the raised edge like a shadow, shoulders barely clearing the jagged metal. Dust clung to his body and stung his eyes, but he kept moving until—

“I’m through!” He called, voice muffled through the door.

Mikey let out a shaky laugh and dropped the rod. “Are you alive?”

“Unfortunately.”

Mikey grinned despite himself.

From the other side of the door, there was a rustling, then a grunt. A few seconds later, the shelving unit gave a final scrape—and was pulled away just enough for Mikey to squeeze through.

He didn’t wait. He scrambled out and stumbled into the hallway, gasping like he’d just surfaced from underwater. The light was bright, the familiarity of the corridors of the Nexus hotel was like freedom. 

Ronin stood nearby, hands on hold confidently as he walked towards Mikey, patting his head to boost his self esteem.

“See? Easy.”

Mikey hums in agreement, exhaling a deep breath of relief before he lightly narrows his eyes. “Next time, I’m picking the room. Also let’s not tell my brothers and Adriaen about this, okay?”

Ronin snorted. “Deal.”

They shared a quiet moment, catching their breath, before Mikey turned toward the hallway. “Now let’s go. We’ve got a fancy gizmo to find and exactly zero patience left.”

Ronin nodded, adjusting his gear. “Then let’s move. Before Big Mama realizes two of her not-guests just ransacked her storage closet.”

They disappeared into the shadows once more—this time, side by side and only going into rooms they knew were right.

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zero day oc- holly gabriel

info below

name: holly gabriel , she/her

nicknames: tiny (cal)

birthday: may 7th, 1985 (15 years)

sexuality: closet sapphic

height: 4’11

status: deceased

family: deborah (mom), steven (dad), calvin (older brother), maddie (younger sister), and luke (younger brother)

personality: bit timid but is described as a ‘really sweet girl’. she can get along with just about anyone once she opens up.

disabilities(physical and mental): herniated disc, anxiety, slight ptsd

medicine: zoloft and misc pain pills

hobbies: art (sketching, painting, pottery), spending time with family

friends: sierra fowler, samantha parker, and trenton jackson ; she gets along with about anyone but she sticks close to these three. they are more ‘outcasts’, with sierra and trenton being goths/vamps and samantha an out lesbian. however if asked, she’d say her best friend is cal.

wardrobe: she mainly wears either cal’s hand me down or whatever her mom throws in her closet

-she always looked up to cal growing up, even when he pushed her down a tree and caused her herniated disc. he said it was an accident and she forgave him. the two were 6 and 4 respectively. even with multiple treatment, to this day she has a messed up back and sometimes needs a cane on bad days.

-despite this, cal still hangs out with her quite a lot and she feels she can tell him anything. well, besides the fact that she might like girls romantically, but other than that, anything.

-cal also can be protective of her, the first time majority of people saw cal get visibly angry was when as an 8th grader, holly snuck into a hs party cal was at and he saw someone guy get too close to an obviously inebriated holly. suffice to say, people who witnessed it try to be nicer towards holly.

-she has a very slight crush on both andre and rachel. it’s in the ‘my brothers friends’ way. rachel is nice to holly and once even took her out to the mall. meanwhile andre claims he doesnt have a strong opinion on her, however of cal’s siblings, tolerates her the most.

-on may 1st, holly was in the library in a secluded corner crying because she just failed her recent math test. she knew she was going to have to find some extra credit cause she wasn’t doing too hot in the class once the gunshots went off. she was in a little bit of a dazed but was able to hide in one of the secret closets due to her small stature. she was away from most of the carnage but could hear muffled talking, though she couldn’t make out who was saying what or who it even was. it got silent and she believed they were gone so she relaxed in the closet a bit, waiting for police to arrive. however, her watch went off to signal is time to take her medicine. she tried to silence it as fast as she could but it was too late. one of the gunman started shooting at the closet without looking and she suffered a hit into her shoulder and her forehead. she died never finding out her brother and his best friend were the shooters.

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